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toddandersvn · 1 year
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i love daisy jones and the six for many reasons but mainly because it’s just
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reputayswift · 1 year
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DAISY JONES & THE SIX + DAISY'S OUTFITS in EPISODES 1-3
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Daisy Jones & The Six
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its-vannah · 1 year
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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
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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."
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syl-stormblessed · 1 year
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inside of you there are 2 wolves. one of them is listening to Regret Me on repeat. the other is crying in the corner because you’ll never get to hear “And Baby, when you think of me // I hope it ruins rock ‘n’ roll”
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dxrlinggxd · 1 year
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thinking about how emila, daisybilly & karengraham are 3 different types of doomed love. all their relationships were stuck at different stages -- emila was unrequited. daisybilly was requited but they couldnt do anything about it. karengraham did do something about it. and at the end of it all these three relationships were why the band broke up
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birdiewriteslit · 1 year
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“morning after”
eddie roundtree x fem!reader
part 2 to “driving me crazy”
little drabble but still fun
request by: @beckinator7
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When you entered the kitchen that morning, Karen was already having breakfast at the table. You opened the fridge and ran a tired hand over your face while deciding what to eat.
She eyed your attire suspiciously. Boxers and a large t-shirt. “Sleep well?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah,” you said, taking a loaf of bread from the fridge and sticking two slices in the toaster.
Of course, Karen knew what happened the night before, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with it. “So, whose clothes are those?”
“Mine,” you lied, keeping your back faced to her so she couldn’t see your face.
“You like Bay City Rollers and wearing men’s boxers?”
The toast popped out and you grabbed it hastily. “Jeez, that’s hot,” you said, purposely ignoring the question.
“You know, I have a distinct memory of you saying you hate Bay City Rollers. Funny thing about that, I also remember Eddie wearing that shirt while you yelled at him about it.”
“Well, maybe his laundry got mixed with mine in the wash.” You didn’t look at her, focused on buttering your toast.
She took a bite of her muffin. “Either that or you’re screwing him.”
You set the knife down and stared at her. “Jesus, Karen. We are at the breakfast table.”
She shrugged. “I think it’s important for us women to be open and comfortable with our sexualities.”
“I’m. . .comfortable. In other settings.” You took a nervous bite of toast.
“I also think it’s important to acknowledge that you didn’t deny that you’re screwing him.” She hid her laugh behind her coffee mug as you grimaced.
Eddie walked in just in time and stood behind Karen’s chair. “You’re screwing someone and I didn’t know?” His mouth curved into a teasing cheshire grin that only you could see.
He circled the table and brushed your shoulders with his hands as he slid behind your chair. An awkward silence overtook the room. Karen pressed her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing. You gestured for her to cut it out, but her body continued to shake with silent laughter.
Eddie looked over his shoulder from the pantry with one eyebrow raised. “You girls don’t have to stop talking now that I’m here.”
That was the breaking point. Karen bursted out in a hysterical fit of laughter while you covered your face with your hands, shaking your head in embarrassment.
Eddie stifled his laugh while pouring himself a bowl of cereal. He sat in the chair next to you. You peeked through your fingers and caught the proud look on his face. He thought this was so funny.
“Good morning, ladies,” Warren said cheerily as he strode into the room, Graham following close behind.
Graham nudged Eddie as he walked past him. “Fun night?” He smirked at him while pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“Yeah, actually,” he replied, glancing at you with a sly smile.
Your face was feeling wildly hot with more people in the room commenting on your sex life. If there’s one thing you learned from this, it was to be quiet next time, or never do it in this house.
It didn’t help that Eddie wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed about this. He was cocky, really. When he looked at you, his smile suggested that you were doing something secret when, in reality, everyone was aware.
“Woah, Y/n. What’s that big ugly thing on your neck?” Warren said, sitting on your other side.
Your head jerked up in alarm. “What?”
Graham craned his neck to get a better look. “Actually, it looks like there’s more than one.” He snickered. Karen snorted and covered her mouth immediately.
“That’s real interesting, Y/n,” Warren said, feigning innocence. “Maybe you should get that checked out.” His laugh broke out mid sentence and caused a chain reaction of laughter from Graham and Karen.
Your face was hot to the touch. Eddie was laughing under his breath. “Would you stop? I’m gonna kill all of you.”
“Pretty sure you’ve said that to me before.” Eddie attempted to suppress his laugh while looking at you. “And obviously that didn’t happen.”
Karen slapped a hand on the table, full on cackling. You smacked Eddie’s shoulder and cursed at him. “I actually hate you.”
Warren was doing a mix of laughing and coughing. “Bet that’s not what you said last night.”
You gaped at him. “Oh, my God, Warren. There’s something wrong with you.”
“Y/n and Eddie sitting in a tree,” Graham sang.
“Shut up!” You pressed your head into your hands again, desperately trying to ignore the unanimous laughter throughout the room.
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recognising scenes from the book like
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thetorturedspoet · 1 year
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daisy jones icons
like or reblog; ♡ credits on twitter
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niinfas · 2 years
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And when you think of me I hope it ruins Rock ‘n’ roll ✺ 𓈒 𓆇
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debeedoublefu · 1 year
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" I wasn't naïve, I was a BABY" okay gut punch
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ninacarstairss · 1 year
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i couldn’t care less that the show is different from the book, that some characters are different and some aren’t even in it. i couldn’t care less that parts of the story are changed, rushed or entirely skipped. i care that daisy’s addiction was there. i care that love wasn’t enough to heal her, that she had to choose herself despite love. i care that she didn’t think she even had a future, and still went and grabbed it when it knocked at her door. i care that she didn’t give up, that she loved again, that she had a daughter she could give everything she never had to. i care that billy made his strand of bad choices over and over again, chasing a dream that he thought to be perfect, but then turned out to be his worst nightmare. i care that he was always wrestling with his head and his heart, always struggling to take the next step, and take the wrong one sometimes. i care that karen chose her path. i care that she didn’t let the world define her as a musician or as a woman, that she didn’t give up her dreams to chase the one that was someone else’s. i care that camila knew how painful love can be, and still chose it over and over again because in the end, she knew the truth of it. i care that she was the one who saw futures for people who couldn’t picture them. i care that she was the reason they stayed, and she was the reason they left. the core of daisy jones and the six was there. the love, the loss, the timing, it was all there. and i love them for allowing us to see it on a screen
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reputayswift · 1 year
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DAISY JONES & THE SIX + DAISY’S OUTFITS in EPISODES 4-6
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cherrygh0sted · 10 months
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“Everything that made Daisy burn, made me burn. Everything I loved about the world, Daisy loved about the world. Everything I struggled with, Daisy struggled with. We were two halves. We were the same.”
𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦 & 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗫 (2019)
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its-vannah · 1 year
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Rojas | Warren Rojas x Reader
A/N: This is TV storyline, not book storyline.
Warnings: Mentions of drugs and alcohol
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Eddie: As much as we'd all like to think that Warren was this laid-back, freespirit, there's a part of him that had been broken and taped back together so many times that he never really showed anybody. He just hid it with drugs.
Graham: It really hurt him when Y/N stayed back.
Warren: God, I haven't heard that name in years. Y/N? Y/N L/N? 28 Birchwood avenue, Pittsburg, Pennsylvania? Yeah, I remember her.
Graham: He was infatuated with her.
Eddie: He meant everything to her.
Warren: She meant a lot to me. I mean, of course she did, I almost married her.
Camila: Warren made me stand in the bushes by his house with a camcorder in my hand so I could get the proposal on tape. It turned out good, except for the part when he forgot I was there and started making out with her.
Warren: I picked out a ring and everything. The band didn't know this, but I worked odd jobs on the side. One week I was cleaning someone's gutters and the next I was mowing a lawn, another I was dog sitting. It took me months to save up for a decent ring.
Y/N L/N: Of course I remember Warren. He was the first man I ever loved. I still love him.
Warren: She came to every gig we ever played. Every single one. That is, until we left for LA. I asked her to come with me, but she was still in school.
Graham: We were so proud of her for getting into college. We still are, honestly. Look, I'm happy that I pursued music. Nothing will ever change that. But there's something about going to college that just... I don't know, it sounds right.
Warren: She said she'd meet up with me after she graduated. That was another three years away. But I was willing to wait, and so was she. I promised to call every day and visit when I could.
Y/N: Warren knew how to say all of the right things. And it's not like he was lying, he believed what he was saying. He just didn't always follow through, even if he intended to.
Warren: I called her at the same time every day. Four o'clock. Before we had a gig and after she had school.
Y/N: Everything was fine at first. Then he started going a day or two without calling. That was okay, I knew he was busy. But those days turned into four, then six, then a week. The longest it went was two, three weeks without a single call.
Eddie: I answered the phone one time. She called at the same time every day, so I knew who it was. Warren was on his ass, high and drunk. He couldn't make it to the phone.
Y/N: I asked Eddie to tell Warren to call me when he got the chance. That I needed to talk to him.
Warren: I did call the next day, with a bad hangover. I had a lot of explaining to do.
Y/N: I was not happy when I found out how he had been spending his time.
Warren: She wasn't happy when she found out I was getting high and drinking myself to sleep every night.
Y/N: Drugs, alcohol, you name it, he probably did it or tried it. He knew better than to get into another woman's pants. I would've come up there myself.
Warren: Never cheated though. Point for Warren, I never stooped that low.
Y/N: I told him to get his shit together. Just because two people are apart doesn't mean they can make reckless decisions.
Warren: I thought she hated me. I felt like shit. She was the love of my life.
Y/N: I told him that if he didn't watch it, he'd lose himself, the band, and me.
Warren: I cut back on everything after that. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed weed. I just did it in moderation. Same with the beer.
Y/N: I was proud of him.
Warren: I finally got to see her again when we started going on tour.
Y/N: He got to see me and a positive pregnancy test.
Warren: Turns out, we weren't as careful as we thought.
Y/N: You would've thought he had won the lottery when I told him.
Warren: Warren Rojas Jr...
Y/N: I chose the name. And it was a girl.
Warren: Emilia Warren Rojas...
Y/N: Emilia Lynn Rojas. Everyone called her Em, except for Graham, Eddie, and Warren. Graham and Eddie called her Emi, and Warren called her Warren. My dumbass of a fiance.
Warren: We went everywhere together. The store, backstage, front row of concerts, up the stairs to Y/N's house. She was my little best friend.
Y/N: It was love at first sight. But by the time I moved to LA, the band had split up.
Warren: I missed the music, but I spent my time on boats. It's where I was happy. With my wife and my daughter.
Y/N: We did get married, eventually. I just kept my last name for business reasons, and for privacy. But I guess that's all out the window now. Marry a hall of Fame inductee and your privacy is a window. You have none.
Warren: Warren Jr loved being the center of attention.
Y/N: Em was her father's daughter, she still is. Took up the drums. Back in the day, it wasn't common to see a woman on the drums. They usually stuck to vocals or the keyboard, sometimes the guitar. But not our Em.
Warren: Our son was born a few years later.
Y/N: I was high on pain killers when Warren named our son Theodore Graham. I had agreed to the names separately, not together. Because I knew what was going to happen.
Warren: My little Teddy Graham. She liked the names, just hated the fact that everyone called him the nickname I picked out. Said it reminded her of the cracker. That was the point, though.
Y/N: "C'mon, hot stuff, I want to honor my friends legacies" my ass. It was for that damn nickname.
Warren: She loves it, she just doesn't admit it.
Y/N: Horrible taste in names, but he's all mine.
Warren: Teddy Graham wound up being just like his mama.
Y/N: He likes to try and make me feel better by saying that Teddy is just like me. But I'm an honest person. Both of them are their father made over. It made vacations fun.
Warren: I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Y/N: He's a good husband, always has been. He's an even better dad.
Theodore "Teddy Graham" Rojas, son of Warren and Y/N Rojas: My parents made me into who I am today. My mom definitely did the disciplining and made sure we stayed in school, while dad was letting us sneak into the kitchen at two in the morning to make cookies.
Y/N: I knew everything they did. Playing guitar at midnight when I was in bed on a school night, baking at two, eating junk while I was away on business trips. I just let it slide. They were kids, they deserved to have fun and let loose. It just blows my mind to think I have one out of the house and another a year away from graduating high school.
Emilia Rojas, daughter of Warren and Y/N Rojas and lead drummer of Shortcircut: I was a daddy's girl growing up, still am. But the older I get, the more I appreciate my mom. I've always loved her, but being in her shoes today, I'm unbelievably grateful for her. We talk almost every day now.
Y/N: I'm proud of Warren and the kids. They pushed the limits. I realize they that were privileged to have a father who was in the industry, but they really did this all on their own. We got them lessons, they put themselves out there. Em is touring right now, and Teddy is at home playing his heart out. I'm telling you, just like their father.
Warren: Em and Teddy both have that fire in them like their mother, something I don't think she realizes. They're a lot more like her than she knows.
Y/N: Oh, to be with a Rojas.
Warren: I'll be kissing the ground she walks on for as long as I live—I'm never letting that one go.
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lexxwithbooks · 1 year
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📚: 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒙
✍🏽: 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝
Get the book! 🌟
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