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hey i was wondering if you could write a warren rojas x reader fic where the reader is an absolute rockstar and what their relationship would be like since they’re two musicians dating one another while living with the six

i love ur writing

tyyy 💕💕💕

Rhythm of Our Love

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem! reader

a/n: hi! tysm for ur request and hopefully I fulfilled it the best I could. also u didn't specify if you wanted fem or gender neutral reader so i kind of just went with fem if that's okay. also this fic kind of ran away from me so I guess you just get to spend 5.3k words falling more in love with warren (I personally like longer fics). oh and there's a lot of billy bashing in this, which wasn't really intentional but yk it happens. oh and btw i hadn't watched the new episodes yet when i wrote this so this is really just mixed with some book events so book spoilers (!!) - reader is kind of like female pete if that makes sense

tw: drug mentions (mescaline, weed, pills), addiction mentions, billy bashing (don't know if that qualifies as a warning lmao), swearing, cigarette smoking, mentions of cheating (billy and camila - not warren + reader)

description: the rise to fame of a band and the love story between the drummer and bassist that accompanies it.

Y/N (bassist for Daisy Jones & The Six): Is this on? Yeah okay right. So where do you want me to start? The beginning. Geez okay let’s start at the beginning then.

You grew up living next to the Dunne brothers and ended up taking up bass after listening to Queen and The Beatles. John Deacon and Paul McCartney made those songs what they were and you were proud to be able to play something similar to them. So it was only natural that you ended up joining the Dunne brothers after Graham accidentally heard you playing one summer night.

Y/N: God I can remember the first time I played with them so clearly. They had become a pretty established band in Hazelwood but Chuck had quit, wanting to go to dental school or some shit like that, so they were going to give the bass part to Eddie, until Graham found me.

Eddie: Y/N was a lifesaver. I would have to play bass if Graham hadn’t gotten her to join. Plus she was one of the best things that could have happened to the band.

It was a chilly night but you rocked up to your neighbor’s garage wearing a pair of flared jeans and a butterfly top. Your bass slung over your shoulder and a cigarette between your lips.

Warren: Y/N was a total rockstar from the beginning. And the way she carried herself that night, man, she was the most attractive woman I had ever seen.

“So are we ready to get this show on the road? I’ve been working on the sheets that Graham gave me yesterday.” You said as you entered the small room where all the boys were already tuning up and Warren was playing a random rhythm on the drums.

“We’re opening for the Winters in two days. Make sure you aren’t still ‘working’ on those sheets.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You gave him a little salute whilst rolling your eyes which learned a few laughs from the group and a frown from Billy.

“Whatever, let’s just get this going.”

Graham: Billy was an asshole when he first met Y/N. Similar to how he was with Daisy, but he knew we needed her.

Eddie: Y/N handled Billy better than I think anyone ever has. She met his challenges with blunt sarcasm and humor. Anyone who could deal with his bullshit made an instant friend with me.

Warren: I don’t think she knew how hot I found her at that moment.

Y/N: I knew. I mean I had been harboring a little crush on Warren since middle school. I wanted to impress him and I would say I succeeded.

Warren: She had a crush on me in MIDDLE SCHOOL? If I had known that it would have made things a hell of a lot easier.

Y/N: Fast-forward two days, came the night that changed everything. I mean my first gig was the time we opened for the Winters. My fingers were cramping and I had a horrible backache from the amount of practice I had been doing. On a plus side I got to meet Camila. She was just… incredible. God knows that Billy doesn’t deserve that wonderful woman at all.

You were running on a total of 2 hours of sleep. The past two nights had been spent practicing the pieces over and over again by yourself. And then the days were filled with practice with the boys. The band needed this to be perfect and you understood the weight of that completely. You were a rockstar. You were meant for this. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself as you walked into the performing area, staring wide eyed at the space.

Y/N: All I was thinking was: “You better not fuck this up.” That was the night we also met Karen. Karen Karen, my soon to be best friend. She was the keyboardist for The Winters and let’s just say Graham fell in love at first sight.

Right before we were about to go on stage a sudden crushing feeling started to encompass your chest. You were actually going to do this. Oh fuck.

Warren: I could tell she was having a freakout. I mean if it was my first time playing with a new band AND I had only had 2 days to practice I would have been hyperventilating. So I went up to her.

“What’s your favorite fruit?” That silky voice brought you out of your spiral with the most absurd question that had ever been uttered.

“Uh what?”

“What’s your favorite fruit? Mine personally are strawberries.”

“Oh umm I don’t know, I kind of like Y/F/F (your favorite fruit).”

“Cool, you good?” That was when you realized what he had done. You sent Warren a blinding smile and leaned to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Yeah thanks I owe you one.”

Warren: Call me a sap or whatever but I can still feel that kiss. I treasured that for a long time. Anyways, she was incredible that night.

Y/N: There was like this electrifying feeling of being on stage and playing to all those people. I wanted to feel like that forever. Maybe it was also pure exhaustion but I swear it felt like I was on a high.

Billy: She played really well, I mean for a person who had two days of practice.

Y/N: We met Rod Reyes after our set. The man was a douchebag but he planted that LA dream in all of us. I was probably too exhausted to have been making decisions of that kind but…

“If you all will have me, I say fuck it let’s go to LA!”

“Let’s go to LA!”

Y/N: None of us stayed for the Camila and Billy drama, so Warren dropped me off last. We smoked weed for a while. We talked about all that weird philosophical shit that you talk about when high. Then I crashed for a few hours.

It was raining buckets. You pulled up in your dad’s car outside of Warren’s house. You had those weirdly unattached parents who really didn’t give a damn about what you did. They already had their hopes pinned on your older brothers so when you asked if you could move to LA, your parents couldn’t have helped you pack up faster.

“Bye dad.”

“Bye sweetheart. Don’t forget your bass.” He gave you an uncomfortable hug before passing your last suitcase filled with small remnants of your life.

“Hey Mr. L/N. I can take that.”

“Thanks Graham.” He quickly put up your few suitcases on the roof and you waved at your dad as he disappeared into the blankets of rain.

“Ready?”

“Definitely.” Warren helped you into the van and you got situated in a comfortable spot. You lit up one of your cigarettes and opened up the pages of your slightly damp book, waiting for a while until finally everything seemed ready to go. Well not everything.

“Got room for one more?” Camila got into the van and sent you a little smile before cosying up next to Billy.

Y/N: That road trip was one of those things that was both horrible and incredible at the same time. But when we got to LA man wow it was like we were transported and then we met Rod Reyes, again. He was such an asshole but at least we finally had some gigs lined up and a house, but calling it that might actually be a bit generous.

Warren: Graham insisted we kept the haunted room for Karen. And obviously Billy and Camila got a room. Which meant Y/N was either stuck on the couch or rooming with one of us. And… Graham and Eddie already called the bunks.

“This is so fucking unfair! Why does your non-existent girlfriend get a room and I don’t?”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“Fuck you Graham. Where the fuck am I meant to sleep then huh?”

“Uh well Eddie and I are sharing the bunks.”

Y/N: It was like a really bad romance movie.

“You have got to be kidding me! Did any of you even think to count the rooms in this house?”

“Guys just shut the fuck up. Y/N you’re going to sleep in Warren’s room and that’s final. You’re all acting like children.”

Y/N: That was also one of the many times that Camila basically acted like our mother, in a good way.

“You know what, fine! I hope you’re happy Graham.” You said as you slammed the door to your new room and unpacked in a furious hurry.

Warren: There was a king sized bed that took up basically the entirety of our room. Honestly it was one of the worst rooms in the house, but at least it wasn’t haunted!

Y/N: Warren wanted to take the floor but if you saw that room you would know that the floor basically consisted of like a slab of wood. The closet and the bed took up the entire space and then there was this huge window. It didn’t even have curtains! Whoever designed that room was an idiot. But we didn’t have the money for anything else.

Warren: I tried to be a gentleman about it but like I would never have been able to sleep on the floor and I wasn’t sleeping outside.

Y/N: Not going to lie after that first night I was kind of grateful to Graham. Don’t tell him I said that though. Anyways we played so many gigs and were getting nowhere. And we were slowly running out of money. Oh and Karen did end up joining the band and she got the room.

You were all seated in some random diner with Camila counting out all the money you had gotten from gigs and your little part-time job working at a movie theater. On your side of the table sat Karen, Warren, you and then Eddie.

“Why are we still called the Dunne brothers, anyway?” That ended up sparking up a rather loud discussion of our side of the table against Billy. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on Warren’s shoulder. You could see his stupid smile as he looked down at you so you just poked him in the ribs and he laughed.

“I for one am for changing the name.” You said as you took a drag of your cigarette, adding to the already thick cloud of smoke that surrounded the band.

“You see, Billy, basically the entire band is against you on this one.”

“No, no. The band name is what gives us credibility if we change it then all of our reputation goes out of the window.”

“Oh our Pittsburgh reputation really? Or maybe the reputation of not being able to get good gigs.” You barked back at the already angry man which made Eddie send you a grateful smile.

Then came the barrage of horrible name ideas, including one from Warren that made you look up at him from his shoulder in confusion and slight disgust.

“Look okay, the seven of us will never agree on the name.” That’s when it came to you.

“What about The Six?”

“Huh?” Everyone turned to you as you sat up and took a sip of Warren’s coffee.

“I mean no offense Camila but you aren’t technically part of the band so there’s six of us. We can be called The Six. The Five is used too much and The Seven sounds like way too many members so how about The Six?”

“You know what, I like it.”

“Me too.”

Y/N: So we had a shiny new band name, my relationship with Warren had gone from band mates to really good friends. And no I don’t mean that in an innuendo way but you get really close to someone you have to share a bed with every night. We had some good nights.

Warren: I always thought that Y/N would end up moving in with Karen after she joined but she didn’t. I think she knew that that room was haunted.

“So who do you think the most attractive person in the band is?” You and Warren were lying on the bed in a drug addled haze after taking some mushrooms he had gotten from one of his hippie friends.

“Huh?” You sluggishly turned to look at his face, finding that his eyes were already on you.

“Who do you think is the most attractive in the band?”

“Hmm I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean Graham and Billy aren’t my type. Eddie is hopelessly in love with Camila-”

“Wait what?”

“Dude are you blind?”

“No? I mean I know Graham likes Karen but she doesn’t like him.”

“That is like the most obvious observation I have ever heard.”

“Hey! So that just leaves… Camila, Karen and me. Wait, is Camila the person who you find most attractive? I’m not judging if she is.”

“I can’t lie she’s really pretty and Karen is absolutely stunning but no not the person I find most attractive.”

“Me?”

“Yes dumbass. Now it’s your turn to answer the question.”

“Oh that’s easy, you obviously.” You smiled bashfully at him as his mischievous smirk grew.

“You are too charming for your own good.”

“I could say the same thing about you.” That was when you both fell silent. Maybe it was the confidence the drugs gave you but you quickly gave him a kiss before backing away.

“You like me back?”

“Obviously you dumbass, I've liked you for ages. Why do you think I’ve been cuddling with you for the past few months? I don’t do that with every single person I know.”

“I don’t know.”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Y/N: As I said, a really cheesy romance movie. But I found Warren and we fit like puzzle pieces.

Warren: We were high on shrooms when she kissed me. We didn’t do much else that night, other than kissing and then sleeping.

Y/N: I may have loved Warren but we weren’t sleeping together until I knew he was serious. I had seen him with the small amount of groupies that we had. I’m not a jealous woman but that right there boiled my very core.

Warren: I stopped hanging out with the groupies after that night. Y/N became the light of my life, I wasn’t going to ruin the only good thing going for me that wasn’t the band.

Y/N: Then Billy convinced Teddy Price to listen to one of our songs. I have no idea how he did it. The next few months after that song were the most anxiety I had ever experienced but they were also the happiest. I was doing what I loved and I was doing it with the person I loved. Then we got to record the album.

Karen: Y/N and Warren went official a few weeks before we got the album deal. They were the most obnoxiously cute couple I had ever been around. And they complemented each other incredibly well.

Graham: Honestly I take it as full credit to my genius that those two first got together.

Camila: Oh Y/N and Warren… god they were one of those strangely healthy couples. They were living the life, they had each other, the band and the drugs. They were insanely happy together.

Y/N: We were going to go on tour! That was huge for us and for me. A few days before we went though, Camila told us she was pregnant. They got married that night.

Warren: The wedding? Oh I don’t remember it that much. Mescaline… well it’s a powerful drug.

Y/N: Did Warren tell you we were on mescaline the entire night? Yeah. God, I wish I had been more present in that moment but we truly were having the time of our lives. Camila being pregnant also put things into perspective for us. Protection wasn’t a big thing in the 70s but I had been taking birth control after I read a few books. I wasn’t taking any chances.

Warren: Yeah we had a deep discussion about that. I think that was one of the many times where I realized how shit it was to be a woman of that time. I supported whatever she wanted to do fully.

Y/N: We went on tour. It was fine. Billy was an asshole but he went off the rails. I mean Warren and I were a bit out of control cause you know… fame. But Billy, he went hard on all the drugs and the groupies.

Warren: We were there to have a good time but I also recognized something in Billy that I never wanted to be. I stayed away from the hard drugs and sure we hung out with groupies but I would never betray Y/N like that.

Y/N: Then Camila arrived, heavily pregnant and she found Billy getting it on with some groupie. Fuck, I really tried to call her but you never want to hurt someone like that you know. Fast forward a few shows and well we found out Camila had given birth. Teddy put Billy in a rehab center. We cut the tour short and that fucked it up with the label. I think it also made me realize how incredibly lucky I was to have found Warren.

Warren: The next few months the band was idle. Y/N and I did a ton of mushrooms and we helped babysit Julia. It was actually really nice and domestic.

Y/N: I was bored out of my mind. I wasn’t suited for an idle lifestyle. When Billy decided to stop being an idiot and rejoined the band, things finally started to look up. And then we all met Daisy Jones.

“Why can’t we just have Karen or Y/N sing this stuff? If you want an edge we have that already.”

“Oh no way, Billy. I don’t sing, I’ll help with backing but that’s it.” You said as you stamped out your cigarette on the tray.

“I’m with Y/N. Plus I agree with Teddy, it will give us a new sound.” Billy stormed out of the room at that leaving you and the rest of the band to chuckle at his dramatics.

Y/N: We were all enraptured with her when she first walked into the studio. She was wearing a button down shirt and no pants. That made one hell of an entrance. And of course, Billy wasn’t pleased.

“Hi nice to meet you Daisy. I’m Y/N.” You said as she walked into the recording studio while Warren’s arm was secured around your shoulders.

“You too. Thank you all for having me.”

“You’re welcome.” Graham answered.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” You and the rest of the band left the room and went into the production booth.

Y/N: She was incredible. Even if she did try to change up Billy’s song. Personally I always liked her version. After that recording session it all kind of blew up. Billy wanted to keep the song as it was and obviously he did that until Daisy showed up to one of our shows at The Whisky. We then headed out to our world tour, The Numbers tour as it was dubbed featuring Daisy Jones.

Warren: We were making money, a ton of money at that. Sold out shows everywhere we went.

Y/N: I’m pretty sure that was the tour that Karen and Graham started hooking up. Warren didn’t believe me, he had his own theories. Like he thought Bones, our lighting guy… *cue you breaking out into laughter*, sorry sorry, but geez yeah Warren was honestly the most clueless guy I had ever met and I loved him for it. Then came the show for Rolling Stone, that was an incredible show but Eddie… that man had basically become my brother at that point. What Billy did was one of the worst things he could have ever done to him.

Eddie: I couldn’t take it anymore so I had to do something.

Y/N: I understood why he smashed that guitar. I would have done the same thing. But my bass was also something I had basically built all by myself. I wasn’t going to hurt my baby.

After all of the drama, you quickly made your way over to Eddie before Jonah Berg came down. A cup of water in hand and a cigarette dangling from your lips.

“Ed?” You walked up next to your best friend and gave him a little shoulder nudge.

“Oh hey Y/N.” His voice sounded thick with underlying rage. One that you recognized all too well.

“I’m really fucking sorry.” And you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

Y/N: When you spend a long time around someone you kind of learn their tells. Warren and I were incredibly good at reading each other. And I was just incredibly similar to Eddie, so I knew how to help him… we both have really horrible tempers. Warren and the drugs had been helping but Eddie didn’t have a Warren.

Eddie: What Y/N did after that show… she knew I didn’t want to talk about it. She became my sister at that moment.

Y/N: I think Warren and I should have probably stopped Daisy. But we were sort of mooching off her stash. We promised each other to not go on the hard stuff but I think I was getting addicted.

Warren: Drugs were a normal thing in the 70s and we were having fun! But yeah I was feeling like I was starting to depend on pills.

Y/N: I was getting sloppy with my playing so I knew I needed to start weaning myself off it. We didn’t know much about addiction back then so it was hard to stop but we did the best we could. Well for one thing we didn’t go cold turkey.

Warren: When she told me, I understood her completely, I was feeling the effects of it too. We kind of talked through it a bunch and decided we should probably lay off the heavier psychedelics. Being rockstars meant you were down to have fun but if she wasn’t happy then I was going to try and remedy that.

Eddie: I think after the whole Glasgow thing I saw Y/N become more level headed. The same with Warren. I think they made some decision to get like moderately clean. They were still smoking pot and stuff but stopped with the pills and harder stuff.

Karen: I swear I thought they were either trying to get pregnant or Y/N already was. The fact that after that Rolling Stone interview they suddenly stopped taking anything stronger than weed is probably what made me suspicious.

Y/N: I ended up sitting next to Eddie for most of the flight back, leaving Warren to sleep. I think we were the only two band members that weren’t consulted about Daisy, but I honestly didn’t give a damn. It was nice to have another girl around and… I was probably feeling the withdrawal.

Warren: When we got back to LA, I bought a one-bedroom Gibson.

Y/N: Warren bought a boat and I bought a little house which has a boat dock, it was kind of like a perfect compromise.

Warren: I kept my boat mostly at Y/N’s house but we occasionally went on little trips. Mostly we drank beers on it and spent nights at the house. Y/N took up sports for some reason but I wasn’t going to complain, she looked hot.

Y/N: Yeah, I took up surfing, boxing and got into soccer. I was still practicing bass daily but without the band getting together much that summer, Warren and I kind of just did whatever. We smoked a lot of weed too. We were moderately clean and we were happy but I think deep down we missed life on the road.

Warren: Neither of us were ones for settling down. That’s probably why Y/N got into sports and I bought that boat. Oh and Eddie was around a lot. At first I thought he was trying to get into Y/N’s pants or something but they have this weird bond that reminded me of how my sisters and I acted.

Eddie: I visited Y/N and Warren A LOT. I don’t think they minded me being there, I basically took up permanent residence in Y/N’s spare bedroom. Y/N and I actually wrote a lot of songs during those days and we both got into surfing. And the LA surf scene was something else but I was itching for the road and they were too. So when the call came in from Graham we were all ready to leave.

Y/N: We got together in The Rainbow and that’s where everyone just started to talk about everything and what parts they wanted to play. I mean I was already writing my bass lines so I was fine in that department. Warren and I mostly stayed out of the conversation, just smoking and making little jokes.

Graham: I think this was one of the only times that Y/N was completely silent around Billy. I mean Warren and her had always been pretty independent but they seemed like they were in their own little world. Well that was at least until Eddie stepped in.

“Look I don’t want us to turn into some kind of pop group dynamic.”

“You know what I agree with Eddie.”

“Oh so you’re finally going to talk.”

“What the hell?! I didn’t have anything to contribute and was making it easier for you and now you’re getting mad at me for actually pitching in?”

Billy: Y/N and Eddie hated me. I don’t know what I ever did to them but they got on my nerves constantly.

Daisy: Y/N was a spitfire. Eddie and her kind of had this team dynamic that was based on ganging up on Billy. Not that he didn’t deserve it but there was always underlying tension.

Y/N: I never hated Billy. He just wasn’t someone I particularly liked. He thought the world revolved around him and he loved trying to be the boss. He never once listened to my ideas, even if I had been there from basically the beginning. Eddie and I were just getting fed up.

“Okay, everyone just calm down. Billy, Eddie does have a point.” Teddy Price was always the peacemaker in these things. You scoffed and leaned in closer to Warren who had taken to rubbing circles on your arm to calm you.

Y/N: We walked out of there with a new name: Daisy Jones & The Six. I guess you can call that the beginning of the end. While Daisy and Billy went off to compose, the rest of us worked on Aurora together. By the time we were going to play it for Billy I think it sounded pretty incredible but… he hated it. You could see the revulsion on his face but Teddy convinced him to keep it. Oh but Daisy loved it! I knew I liked her for a reason.

Warren: Daisy got on really well with Y/N and I during the entire time we made Aurora. We had that easy way of suggesting things for each other and giving feedback that we all followed.

Daisy: I wish I had a relationship like those two. They respected the other person in a way I had never seen before and they were so hopelessly in love with each other. I knew it was only a short time before they would get married. I was honestly jealous of what they had.

Y/N: I never went to one of Daisy’s infamous parties. Not because I didn’t want to but because I was happier. Which sounds really fucked up cause everyone else wasn’t doing that great around that time. I think the fact that I stopped taking drugs helped A LOT. Warren and I were enjoying life so you know we obviously took the next step. We got married.

Warren: We didn’t tell anyone we were getting married. And no one really knew until the band broke up.

Y/N: We got married in a little chapel on this hill near Long Beach. I refused to do a Vegas wedding even if we were eloping.

Warren: She was insanely beautiful that day. We both showed up in pretty casual wedding clothes.

Y/N: I was wearing a long sleeve all-white prairie dress that I had bought the day we decided to do it. It wasn’t my style at all.

Warren: We spent our honeymoon at our little house. And we didn’t answer the phone for like a solid four days. Good times.

Y/N: The band was freaking out by the time we came back to rehearsals on thursday. They thought we died or something.

Eddie: We thought they went on some kind of bender or disappeared into the horizon with Warren’s boat but no they arrived on thursday with these huge smiles and a new car.

Y/N: We extended the honeymoon after the band broke up. We went to Hawaii with Warren’s boat. I don’t think that was safe but we did it anyway.

Warren: Oh, the car. Did Eddie mention that? Yeah we put some of our money together and bought an Aston Martin. You know the James Bond car.

Y/N: We had some money left over from royalties and stuff so when we pooled it we had just enough to buy that car and start putting some more of it into retirement.

Warren: We still have that car. And we still live in that same house. And Y/N hasn’t made me sell the boat yet so we’re doing pretty good.

Interviewer: So how did the band react to you two getting married?

Y/N: Well, I told Eddie first. He obviously reacted as expected.

Eddie: I was happy for her but mad that she didn’t let me be at the wedding. Y/N made up for it though when she allowed me to officiate their vow renewal.

Graham: I found out a few weeks after the band broke up. I was obviously not doing well after all the Karen drama. But I went up to their house to see them and when I walked inside I saw the rings on their fingers and the rest is history. I got to be Warren’s best man at the vow renewal, I mean it was my entire genius that got them dating in the first place, it was the least they could do.

Karen: I knew when I met up with Y/N and Camila for drinks. She showed us the ring and honestly we were both very shocked.

Camila: I didn’t think she would go through with it but wow I couldn’t imagine a better match. When she asked us to be maids of honor for her wedding, I obviously accepted.

Daisy: I didn’t go to the vow renewal. Being around Billy was going to be a trigger and I knew that. But I still meet up with them a lot. Their kids love being around mine.

Billy: Yeah I was happy for them, sure. Camila told me after they went out for dinner I think.

Y/N and Warren Rojas live in that small house on the coast of LA with their three kids, Lily, Vivienne (Viv for short) and Javier. Y/N went on to be the bassist for many well-known artists like Kate Bush, Billy Idol and even worked with members of the Beatles. They are currently celebrating their 20 year anniversary, which was marked by a vow renewal a few months ago.

this is very much self indulgent - i will be writing a bunch of angst next so prepare yourselves.

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warren and june.

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summary : june, billy's and graham's little sister is a part of the band in her own way. she told us in exclusivity how she found the inspiration for all the most successful songs!

Billy's little sister, Graham's little sister, The Dunne Sister. In the background, discreet, calm, sweet as honey. The secret ingredient that not many people know of regarding Daisy Jones and the Six.

Interviewer : You’ve been secretly writing most of the band songs over time without people knowing about it. Why?

June : (chuckles) well not everybody wants the spotlight.

Interviewer : The most beautiful lyrics, the more remembered, the critics' favorites are songs with a common factor: love. Where does everything start for you?

I agreed to come to the house in LA, of course. Graham was so pushy about it, I think he was afraid that I would get bored without them and that ill wouldn’t write for them anymore. Billy, oh Billy was just happy to be my big brother and protect me. I was the first fan you know, and I will be the last. I remember there wasn’t enough room in the house, but Graham and Camila urge me to accept the nicest room. « To keep her mind fresh,» said Graham before dropping my suitcase on the bed. « I’m coquette too you know » I heard Warren say to Graham after he closed the door.

Warren: I slept in the bathtub for a while.

June: Karen arrived a few days after, finding Graham, Warren, and Eddie fighting in the living room. I was on the couch supervising the points, it was my first encounter with her. She asked « is it always like this » with a raised eyebrow. « Most of the time » I answered. Then I show her her room.

Warren: I wore her hoops back then, I looked fabulous in them.

June: I said to Warren I needed the hoop back. But he did look fabulous in it. To return to the question, my inspiration, well all the nights at the Filthy Mc Nasty, in the back writing while smoking and listening to the band play, alone except for the barman sometimes with more crowd. All the hangover brunch near the beach. The movie nights on a dusty screen. The fighting was because nobody -especially not women- wanted to clean those boys' mess. The adventurous meal cooked with cheap cans. Yeah, that was the inspiration. « June, how is your mind so powerful? » Graham asked me one day reading some of my last work. « can’t recall some of the highest heights / but I’ve memorized you, yeah we need to use this in the future» he added. Lyrics that were used for Midnight, I’m very proud of this song. I remembered I tried to hide blushing, cause every writing was always easy when I was thinking of Warren.

I had found the perfect spot in the Filthy McNasty so I could have an eye on him behind all those men on stage. I knew how he liked his eggs and his beer. His taste in movies. The curve on every one of his hair. I watched him a lot, a writer needed a muse you know? But also what a muse if he didn’t know he was one. Cause I never wanted to meddle with the band whatsoever and wished to keep my feelings very private, except when I wrote the songs of course. Every flirting interaction Warren may had have with me was pure imagination, it must be. Also, Warren was always a flirty guy.

Warren: It was no imagination. We were all clueless, awkward, and well, a little bit high back then. Every time I thought about it, I had to go out and smoke some. The small idea that everything could go to shit because of a tiny crush was frightening. But how could something could go wrong with June, sweet June who makes my eggs, perfect eggs every morning she can. Who went to search for the best curls cream for my hair. Imagine how someone could be this important that no matter the numbers of tits fans show you, you only want one?

June: He said that? How romantic. Where was I?

I remembered one night. We were on the beach, Graham and Billy playing guitars. Eddie Karen, Warren, and I are in the waves. Eddie wanted to fight, he’s such a fighter sometimes. He picked up Karen on his shoulder, Warren did the same with me. I was on top of his shoulder alarmed to move after the sudden physical touch. I was no prude and it was the 70s there was no secret but yeah. Karen took my hesitation for a win and pushed the both of us in the waves, Warren's hands still holding onto me. He asked if I was alright. Yeah. He had brushed my hair away from my face, a big smile on his. I remembered, ok. I need to have this smile in my life forever.

Billy: Are you asking me If I knew my little sister had a crush on Warren? Well, Ringo Starr was always her favorite so take a guess. Graham: I knew of course. Karen: Graham is gonna say he knew but he was clueless. They were pretty damn secret at first. But Warren was taking too many drugs to keep his mouth shut you know? Daisy: June still sends me Christmas cards. She was what glued this band I can tell you that. Eddie: I still can’t believe Warren scored this well.

June: I was scared of Billy’s reaction. Nothing happened at this point but I kept thinking about it. We were at a diner, the band suffered from the lack of notoriety while working their ass off. I wanted to comfort him. At least the band had a shiny new name.

Eddie: About damn time!

Warren: That night, I was ready to join that couch as always. Breaking my back. When June ask me to meet her in her room after everybody was asleep. So I did. At 2 am, I knocked and enter. She was wearing Billy’s old Black Sabbath tee shirt, writing on her stomach. Man oh, man.

June: I was very nervous, but It was time I also lived a little bit. Also whatever occurred it would have been good materials for the band you know (chuckles). He entered and he was wearing his flannel pant. I nearly jumped out of bed and I ran to his side, practically smashing him against the door and I kissed him. I (blushing) I never was nearly as adventurous as Karen, or Camila. It was a bold move for me you have to know that.

Karen: I heard a bang, yeah. Thought it was the ghost of my room. Or a bird.

Warren: Man oh man, I can’t tell you more about that night.

June: You have your answer, but you knew about it don't you?

Warren: You just wanted the sweet story to cover the bad ones don't you?

Interview : (smiles) sunshine after the rain, and by the way congrats on your 10th anniversary.

June: thank you.

#daisy jones and the six #billy dunne #graham dunne #karen sirko #daisy jones #camila dunne #daisy x billy #warren rojas #warren rhodes #eddie roundtree #taylor jenkins reid #amazon prime #warren rojas imagine #warren rojas short story #daisy jones and the six imagine

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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Rulebreaker

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem!reader

a/n: there is a criminally low amount of warren fics and daisy jones & the six fics in general so I'm trying to rectify that. also I listened to the Aurora album on repeat when writing this so if you haven't listened to it already go do that. requests are open for all characters if you want to send anything in. i also love chatting with all of you so send in ur opinions or thoughts :)

tw: mentions of period typical misogyny, cigarette smoking, swearing

description: the night you met warren rojas, all of your rules fly out of the window.

Y/N: Being a female producer in the 70s was… how to put it delicately… absolute shit. But I tried my best. I had a list of rules to live by: don’t date anyone related to my job, never stay later than 7pm, always have more than one person in the room with you and never drink on the job. Not even coffee. I broke most of those rules the night I met Warren Rojas.

It was 9pm (rule break #1) and you had just finished mixing one of the last songs for an album you were going to show George tomorrow. You were about to head home with a cup of coffee (rule break #2) you had snatched from the snack room when suddenly one of the doors to the recording rooms slammed open and a whole gang of people poured out. The noise had startled you so much that the cup in your hand sloshed and hotstingburnoww the liquid fell onto your hand.

“Shit!” You had realized in the last moment that your little expletive caught the attention of the last people milling out, a curly haired guy and one of best known producers of the time, Teddy Price, otherwise known as your mentor. “Oh hey Teddy.”

“Y/N! I don’t think I’ve seen you here this late before.”

“Just had to finish mixing a song you know me.”

“Oh I do. That’s why it’s surprising.” You rolled your eyes with a smile and then looked over to the man standing next to him.

“Who’s the new band? Haven't seen them around here before.”

“The Six. This is Warren Rojas, their drummer. This is Y/N L/N, she’s one of the best producers out there.”

“You flatter me too much. It’s nice to meet you, Warren.”

“You too.”

“Either of you need a ride? I’m heading out soon.”

“Nah I’m fine. I’ll just go with the band.”

“Yeah I’ve got my bike.”

“You parked close?” Teddy asked with his usual protective tone.

“Just a 5 minute walk.”

“I would walk you but I’ve got to finish looking over some tapes.”

“I’m heading the same way. We can go over together.”

“You sure?” You asked as you took a sip from your coffee.

“Yeah, I’m sure the band can wait.”

“Great. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

“Bye Teddy.”

“See you.”

You and Warren set off to navigate through the maze of recording rooms and offices. (rule break #3) He had lit up a cigarette and when he offered you one, you graciously took it, throwing out the finished coffee cup.

“So if you don’t mind me asking. Why do you call yourselves the Six if there’s only 5 of you?” Warren laughed and looked at you with a smile.

“I honestly have no idea. Something about there already being too many iconic bands with the number five in them.”

“Right well, I can’t be one to judge anyway, I can't even sing.”

“I can’t either so I think we’re on the same playing field here.” You laughed and nudged his shoulder. So he was funny on top of being ridiculously attractive.

“So how did you get into producing?” And he wasn’t being a anti-feminist asshole, unlike SO MANY people in this industry.

“Well I liked music and I would record demos for my brothers when I could. It was honestly just pure luck. I met Teddy when I was interviewing to be a secretary here. He taught me some of the ropes and then persuaded the big bosses to hire me. I really only produce for smaller names but… it’s my passion, you know.”

“As part of a smaller name, we appreciate your help.” He said with a mischievous smile whilst wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh shush. So I guess now it’s only fair to ask how you got into The Six?”

“Well, Graham got us into this band when we were like 14 and then he persuaded his brother, Billy, to join. Then some random dude convinced us to head out here and try our luck with Teddy Price so here I am. We actually used to be called The Dunne Brothers and then we changed it for some reason, I think we all collectively decided against that name one night at a diner.”

“Well if you’re getting produced by Teddy then you have to have at least a modicum of talent.”

“Don’t know if I should take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“Take it as you want.” His eyes flickered under the streetlights as you made your way out onto the street. Warren Rojas has a majestic quality to him and well, he was also nice and exactly your type. Okay so maybe rule number #1 was meant to be broken.

“Warren! Hurry up man or we’re leaving without you.” A man yelled from one of the parked vans. He was leaning out of the window and pushing on the car horn.

“Well it seems my luck is still going strong cause that’s my bike.” You point at the black motorcycle that is parked next to the colorful van. He sent you a beaming smile as you both wandered over to where your separate vehicles lay.

“So will I be seeing you again?”

“We work in the same building so probably.”

“You know what I mean.” I stamped out the cigarette and winked at him.

“I might come around to see how you sound tomorrow.”

“I’ll be sure to be playing the drums to the best of my ability.”

“I'm sure you’re supposed to be doing that anyway.” You smirked at him as swung your jean clad leg over the motorcycle and twisted the key in the ignition.

“Warren!”

“Yeah yeah, one second. Give me your arm.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you’re really pretty and I want to give you my number.”

“How do you know I’ll use it?”

“I’m taking a gamble.”

“It seems like you take a lot of those.”

You held out your arm anyways and let him scribble down his number in black ink. Your helmet went over your head after he finished and you looked down at the list of numbers with a little heart next to them. So he was a sap as well.

“I’ll be seeing you, Warren Rojas.”

“I sure hope so, Y/N L/N.” You smiled and gave him a little wave before revving off. But not before you heard a last: “Warren! What the hell man I’m starving over here.” Which made you chuckle.

Y/N: I ended up going to that recording session the next day. And the next and the next. Teddy even let me mix a few of the songs. I also wrote down his number immediately after I got home. I’m pretty sure I still have the receipt where it’s written on somewhere. Anyways I ended up breaking that first rule after the tour. Warren asked me out when we were surfing. Actually I was surfing and Warren was trying to. God that was a beautiful day.

Warren: The sun was just about to set and I had given up trying to surf so Y/N and I were just sitting on our boards watching the sky turn different colors. We had been friends since that night Teddy introduced us and I was obviously attracted to her. But it was then when I realized I was in love with her. I ended up asking her to marry me at that exact same spot a few years later.

Y/N: I immediately said yes, both times. Warren and I just work. He is like a part of me I can’t bear the thought of losing.

Warren: I love her with my entire self and more. I can’t see my life any other way. I think one of the greatest things that came out of the band was not just the music but it also led me to my soulmate.

Y/N: Rule breaking is really one of the best things I could have done. I met my other half and worked with people I would consider my family. Sometimes plans just aren’t meant to be followed.

Y/N Rojas is one of the top producers in the music industry. She shared producer credits with Teddy Price on Aurora and has gone on to produce some of the biggest names in the 80s and 90s. Currently she lives on a houseboat with her husband, Warren, the former drummer of Daisy Jones & The Six and their twins, Teddy and Karen. She owns a music label (Reconstitution Records) which will be producing the newest album of the reunited band, Daisy Jones & The Six.

hopefully I did Warren justice cause it's my first time writing for him

taglist: (lmk if you want to be added to the warren taglist or general daisy jones & six taglist)

@pinkdaiisies @just1riqht

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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Hey, I was wondering if you could write a warren rojas x reader one shot where the reader is apart of the six (and Italian) and suggests a song for the album and Billy just disregards it. Warren is very angry and has to comfort her. But she ends up doing the song with another singer once the band breaks up and becomes very successful in her own country and warren is a proud husband

I love your writing, thanks 💕

Innervated Love

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x reader

a/n: hiii tysm for ur request. I kind of tried to do this request justice since I loved it sm so I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.

tw: swearing, billy is his own warning, drinking mentions

description: being a songwriter was in your blood but billy just didn't want to see it, thankfully warren was around.

for @djatsappreciationweek day one: favorite character - warren rojas my unproblematic king <3

Y/N: I loved being in the band, I would never trade that experience for the world but Billy… fuck yeah he was a real fucking asshole.

You were sitting on the floral duvet that covered the bed you shared with Warren on his boat. Somehow he had convinced you to move out of the dingy old place that was the house in Laurel Canyon to his slightly cramped houseboat… it was an easy yes. You and Warren were always a will they won’t they kind of situation until after the first tour. That tour changed everything and left you with one of the best men in the world as your boyfriend.

Currently you were working on getting some finishing touches done to an array of lyrics that had evolved into a song over the course of the past couple of weeks. Ever since you picked up your first guitar the words that wove themselves into songs had quickly followed. Not that you ever showed anyone your little creations.

That was until Warren found a few of your songwriting journals when you were unpacking boxes. And let’s just say he was incredibly excited. He eagerly became the first person to hear every single one of your new creations.

So later that night as he finished listening to the most recent piece of your little side gig, Warren grants you a huge smile before carefully taking off your guitar strap and giving you a huge hug, followed by a rather passionate kiss.

“I’m assuming you liked it then.”

“Oh you have no idea, baby.”

“Well good cause that one was written about you.”

“I will gladly be your muse for the rest of my days.”

“Aww stop it you big sap.” You say as you lightly slap his shoulder before giving him a quick peck and taking another swing of your beer.

“I think I should be calling you the sap since you wrote a song about me.”

“Most of my songs are about you.”

“You are only further proving my point.” You snorted as you settled into his arms and felt him pull you tighter against his chest as a soft breeze blew over the boat.

Warren: Y/N is a genius. She’s one of those incredibly talented people that just has that spark, you know.

You took a deep calming breath as you nervously fiddled with one of the corners of the paper where your song was carefully printed out. It was a love ballad but with obvious rock and roll influences, you had even tried to sneak in a few things you had noticed from the array of punk records you had started to collect.

It felt as if you were back in school, about to give one of those presentations that you felt would end the world if you ended up messing up. Billy wasn’t known for being one who listens to anyone other than Daisy, which was also a rare occurrence. He was bullheaded and controlling about every little detail on the album. So this was like trying to talk to a brick wall, but you were still determined to at least try.

At the sound of Billy walking into the recording room you nervously stood up and eyed Warren who gave you a reassuring thumbs up.

“Hey Billy.”

“Oh hey Y/N.”

“I was wondering if I could talk to you…”

“If this is about your bass lines, I already told you that you can change them if you want for the riff.”

“Uh no this is about well this.” You kind of shoved the paper into Billy’s hands and his eyebrows raised as he quickly skimmed over the lyrics and notes.

“What the hell is this?”

“Well since I know you were looking for something extra for the album I thought I would suggest this.”

“Yeah well, uh it’s not what we need. And I finished up a song with Dai-”

“Yeah it’s fine Billy. Whatever, I’ll start setting up.” Billy just nodded at you before walking off to the side to talk to Graham. Warren just looked at you and titled his head, you just shrugged. That was when you realized you had never really seen Warren truly angry. It was as if a secret rage suddenly brimmed in his eyes. You quickly made your way over to your boyfriend and gave him a hug.

“Hey look it’s fucking whatever okay, don’t worry about it.”

“That song was amazing mi amor, it deserves to be on the album.”

“You don’t think, I think that too.”

“I am so sorry mi amor.”

“Thanks Warren.”

“Do you want me to punch him?”

“Nah, better not cause more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Okay fuck him then.”

“Yeah fuck him.”

Warren: Y/N deserved to have that song on the album. I’m not just saying that because she’s my wife, I’m saying that because that song was a chart topper. And that is what it became, even without the addition of Daisy and Billy singing it.

Y/N: So after the band broke up, Warren convinced me to send the song around to some of my producer friends I had made through Teddy. After that it kind of blew up.

Warren: Honestly I couldn’t be more proud of what Y/N has built. I mean to be part of 2 of the most popular bands in the world has got to be some kind of record.

You let out a laugh at Warren’s choice of words as you enveloped his hand with yours as the camera zoomed out to allow you into frame.

Y/N: It was kind of crazy that people actually wanted to listen to my music. So yeah I formed a little band with a few acquaintances and I worked out of London for a few months. Our first single, the song I wrote for Warren, was an instant hit. After a few weeks the album came out and well I was suddenly catapulted to fame once again.

Daisy: Y/N deserved everything she ended up doing. We’ve even done a few features on each other’s albums.

Y/N: So yeah I ended up with my own band, the best husband in the world and two bundles of absolute joy. And I owe it all to that song. Innervated Love will always be one of my favorite songs I’ve ever written.

Warren: You are still such a sap.

Y/N: Oh you love it.

Warren: Of course I do.

missed writing for my man warren <3

taglist: @pinkdaiisies @yesshewrites1

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bloodynereid · 8 months

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hiya! I'd like to make a request! being a roadie for daisy jones and the six (helping with the setup and things of the stage and instruments) and warren falling in love with you because you're always helping him with his drum kit (fem pronouns and I don't mind if you make it a one shot or head cannons, whatever feels best for you!! tysm!!)

Comets Ricochet

pairing: warren rhodes/rojas x fem! reader

a/n: hiii anon! sry for taking AGES to write up this request but I hope you enjoy what I did end up writing. (requests are open btw I'm getting back into writing so hopefully I'll be able to get back to you sooner - also feel free to just send in thoughts or if you feel like chatting)

tw: none ig? swearing, drinking mentions, kind of cheesy (i'm so in love with this man okay???), fluff

description: who knew making the wrong turn in search for your best friend's house would lead to this?

Y/N: Oh ok hi? Is this thing on? Wow alrighty then soooo where would you like me to start?

Interviewer: How about when you first met The Six?

Y/N: So you don’t want to know anything about my early life. Well now I’m offended. *You send a teasing smile at the camera before taking a sip of some coke at your side.* Right it was a really hot night, something you come to expect when living in California…

Carefully adjusting your tank top and wiping some sweat off your neck you rang the doorbell at what was meant to be your best friend’s new house. For some reason she had decided that moving to Laurel Canyon was going to help with the writing of her novel and you fully supported her… which is why you brought along enough champagne to fill a small pond to her housewarming party.

You could vividly remember the phone call from just this morning, her voice distorted by the receiver basically begging you to come.

“Please! I’ll even set you up with one of the guys from my yoga class.”

“You do know that’s going to turn me off going even more.”

“Come onnn. I’m sure you will meet some hot literature professor or something, just please promise me that you’ll come.”

“Okay fine fine! I give up, see you at 6.”

After no answer you huffed and then proceeded to lean on the doorbell until suddenly angry shouting was heard over by the garage area. Furrowing your eyebrows you peaked over the side of the house only to see an admittedly really attractive curly haired man walking towards you with an annoyed look on his face. Since when did Bev have hot friends? Other than you of course.

“Can I help you?”

Warren: This random chick showed up at our porch during one of our practice sessions and holy shit she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

“Yeah uh hi. I’m looking for Beverly.”

“Beverly?”

“Yeah Beverly Stewart? This is her housewarming party…”.

When the guy’s face continued to hold a mask of complete confusion you were absolutely certain you had made a mistake. It wasn’t your fault though the roads all basically looked the same.

“Oh yeah I think you’ve got the wrong house.”

“Great! Ok sorry for interrupting whatever you guys were doing. I’ll be off then.”

The guy’s face had morphed from being confused to smiling over the course of the conversation and god he had a really pretty smile. You felt your whole body start to heat up, which only seemed to add to the embarrassment you were already feeling.

“Wait! Do you know the house number or name? I’m actually just finishing up practice so I could help you find it.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“No, no I insist. When a beautiful lady is in distress I’m obliged to help.” That comment would usually have you scoffing but he said with such an annoying degree of charm it almost infuriated you.

“Ok if you’re sure I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all, I’ll just head inside to let the rest of the band know I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Band?”

“Yeah I’m part of The Six.”

“Oh I’ve seen your flyers around town, I meant to check you guys soon.”

“Well darling you can check me out anytime.”

The man gave you a teasing smile as you rolled your eyes before quickly popping back into the garage and coming back out basically a second later. The entire time you were just mentally thanking Bev for making her come to her housewarming party.

Y/N: So yeah I met Warren first and I kind of became their unofficial then official roadie. And I loved it, even if I didn’t desperately need a job I would have quit any other job in a heartbeat for the band.

Rod Reyes: Y/N was a fast learner, she was better at managing the whole on the road situation in the first week than some of the guys I kept under employment.

Y/N: I warmed to the band quickly but ever since that first meeting Warren and I just sort of gravitated towards each other.

You were crouching next to the drum set, taking your time to make sure it was all being carefully put away. In your intense focus you barely realized when a large hand carefully landed on your shoulder. You shot up like someone possessed and nearly tripped over the drum kit if it wasn’t for a pair of hands catching you by the shoulders.

“Christ Y/N are you okay?” You twirled around to face the drummer whose face was covered in a concerned expression as his hands fell away from your shoulders.

“Fucking hell Warren. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” You playfully punched him in the arm after getting over the fright of your life. “I thought everyone left already.”

“Yeah well I wasn’t really in the mood for a party tonight.”

“You? Not in the mood for a party? Warren, is that really you or have the aliens swapped your body somehow?” You smiled, slightly mockingly, as you started poking his cheek.

“Haha, very funny. I just wanted to see what my favorite girl was up to okay? Is there something wrong with that?”

A string in your heart twinged at the words “my favorite girl” and you could feel your face lighting up in a smile, which Warren quickly returned - easily making you lose your breath again.

“Nothing wrong with that at all.”

That was when you saw something change in his eyes. Like a little spark was ignited and he came to some sort of realization. You felt as if you were the only two people in the world, almost like a spotlight was thrown on the two of you leaving the rest of the stage dark. Warren trailed his knuckles down the side of your cheek, outlining your cheekbone and then your chin before coming to rest on your jaw.

“Would you hit me if I kissed you right now?”

“I’ll hit you if you don’t.”

Warren’s face lit up and he cradled your face as you both started to lean into each other. When your lips met his it was like millions of comets crossed the sky in that very moment. Your body surged with energy and love as you tossed your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

“Hey! Y/N do you have the kit ready for me?” You quickly disconnected your lips from Warren’s and swiveled around to face a smirking Rod.

“Uhh not yet.”

“Well maybe Warren can help you with it, he is the drummer after all.” Rod sent you a wink before disappearing backstage.

“Now where were we, sweetheart?” Warren asked as he looked at you with a teasing smirk, but his true feelings were given away by his eyes. They twinkled with adoration and an emotion you were certain was also visible in your eyes, love.

“I think we were right around here.”

Y/N: So yeah I ended up finding not only my career but also the love of my life. *Your head turns to look off camera and a blinding smile fills the frame as you look at your husband.*

Y/N Rhodes is one of the most sought out for tour managers in the business today. She currently lives in LA with her husband, Warren Rhodes (former drummer for Daisy Jones & The Six) and their daughters Sophie and Laura alongside their many dogs. She will be co-managing the tour for the newly reunited Daisy Jones & The Six with Rod Reyes.

lmk what you think in the comments ly

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https://www.tumblr.com/mlwriting5/712087716240801792/warren-and-camila-speaking-spanish-to-each-other

OMG WAIT-

OKOK concept!

(This kinda goes with your warren with bassist!reader story!!)

The reader learning spanish from cami or warren's mother or grandmother and recites her vows for him IN SPANISH !!!! 💗💗

(That story made me soft ~ and I cant get it out of my head 💗💗)

The Language of Love

pairing: warren rhodes/rojas x fem! reader

a/n: hi anon! i hope i ended up doing ur request justice cause it has potentially been one of my favorite things i have ever written. i may be biased cause i got to practice my spanish lol. also if anyone is a native spanish speaker ik that my grammar is like potentially off cause i haven't written much in spanish since i moved to the uk. hope you enjoy :) oh! and random fact but i actually have the vows written in the way they are described in my planning book cause i wanted to make sure i had an accurate enough translation (fuck google translate) 💗

tw: kissing, swearing, christian weddings (??), potentially butchered spanish grammar, mentions of sex

description: wedding vows are some of the most important parts of the wedding ceremony. they represent love, devotion and companionship.

Y/N (bassist for Daisy Jones & The Six): I always knew I wanted to be a bassist. It became ingrained in my soul when I was 13. That meant that most of the time I should have spent studying was instead used for learning and practicing bass lines. And as you can see it paid off. But that also meant I didn’t listen in Spanish class, so when I desperately needed to know it I didn’t have any idea what I was doing.

Your groaning could probably be heard across the country. You were sitting under one of the many trees that littered Cami and Billy’s backyard. An Oxford English to Spanish dictionary laid open on your lap as you fruitlessly tried to find the correct word for what you were looking for.

Who knew that the Spanish language held so many different versions for every single word? You set down the notepad defeated. On one side laid written in neat handwriting the vows you had been planning for the wedding in English. On the other side was an amalgamation of Spanish words that you weren’t even sure made sense when you linked them together.

Why the hell were there so many conjunctions?

“Hey sweetheart. How is it going?” Cami asked as she set down a jug of iced tea. Julia was playing with soil on one side of the garden and was basically engulfed in her own little world.

Today was one of the ‘writing days’ as the rest of the band had dubbed them because Daisy and Billy basically disappeared to do god knows what and somehow came back with another masterpiece of a song. So that left the rest of the band with nothing to do.

You had come to see Cami because she was the only other person that you knew well enough that spoke Spanish and could trust with something as delicate as this.

“Shitty. What do you expect?”

“Hey! Auntie Y/N said a bad word.” Jules said as she looked up from her playing, making you burst out laughing at her overly serious expression.

“Sorry honey.” You said between slightly frustrated laughter.

“Here let me see what you have so far.” You passed over your mangled notebook to Cami and watched with growing anxiety as her eyebrows were pulled further and further together before she let out a small laugh.

“Hey! Stop laughing, this isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“Oh god. I’m going to fu- screw this up so badly aren’t I?”

“No. I’m not letting that happen. Let’s start fresh okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Over the course of the afternoon, you basically ended up butchering one of the most beautiful languages multiple times. Even Julia, a toddler, was basically cringing away at your horrendous pronunciation.

“Okay let’s try this part again. Pu-”

“Pu-”

“Die-”

“Rrra.”

“All together now. Puudierra.”

“Pudeta.”

“Oh god.”

“I’m hopeless.”

“Ok maybe you’re a little hopeless.”

“CAMI!” You let out an outraged yell and then threw one of the outdoor pillows in her face, which only made her laugh even louder.

Over the next month, you basically had a daily session with Cami. Trying to nail down the perfect rolled r’s and getting the pronunciation perfect. Sometimes you did it on the phone and sometimes you were able to go down to their house. Warren was actively getting suspicious as to why you kept disappearing.

Warren: I honestly thought she was cheating or something. Which basically broke my heart in two but then I decided to be a mature adult about it.

Y/N: He asked me about it, yeah. And I'm incredibly shitty at keeping secrets so I basically just said it was a surprise for the wedding. I to this day think he thought it was probably a sex thing.

Warren: Definitely thought it was a sex thing but… I think what I ended up getting was arguably much better.

You clutched onto your father’s arm like it was a lifeboat. Quickly reciting all the lines in your head as you took a deep, steadying breath. Then you were suddenly standing in front of Warren, the big sap, cause you could definitely see some tears in his eyes. That instantly made you feel better as you listened to the priest recite all of the usual wedding prayers.

Warren’s suit-covered arm under your fingertips was definitely easing the tension that had been building during the last few revision lessons with Cami. You had decided to forgo a huge wedding and so all of your close friends (the band mostly) and relatives were all sitting on chairs on the houseboat.

Then it was time for the vows. Somehow you were saved because Warren decided to go first.

“Y/N L/N. You are the love of my life and my entire world. These years that I have spent with you have been the best of my life and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. You hold some much love and talent that I can’t believe I have been lucky enough to call my girlfriend, my fiance and now my wife. I knew I wanted to marry you the second that I saw you. I love you, mi corazón (my heart). Thank you for agreeing to come along for the ride.”

You took a deep breath in and tried to will away the tears of pure happiness in your eyes. Warren sent you a lovesick smile that you returned wholeheartedly.

“Warren Rojas. Tu eres el amor de mi vida. Y ojalá no voy a arruinar tu hermosa lengua, pero quería hacer algo para ti en este día tan importante. Tu eres mi fuego. Tu eres mi alma. No puedo imaginar una vida sin ti. Creo que yo no pudiera vivir si tu hubieras a desaparecer ahorita. Una vez tu me dijiste que todos somos estrellas. Nuestras almas se convierten en esas luces en el cielo después de nuestras muertes. Lo encuentro loco que yo te encuentre en este océano de estrellas. Tu eres mi estrella brillante. Mi amor por ti es tan grande que todas las estrellas en el cielo ni siquiera se pueden comparar. Estoy tan feliz por casarme contigo. No puedo esperar para todas las aventuras del futuro y para que finalmente te pueda llamar mi marido.”

(Warren Rojas. You are the love of my life. And I’m hoping that I don’t mess up your beautiful language, but I wanted to do something for you on this important day. You are my fire. You are my soul. I can’t imagine a life without you. I think that I would not be able to live if you were to disappear right now. One time you told me that we are all stars. That our souls are converted into the lights in the sky after our deaths. I find it crazy that I was able to find you in this ocean of stars. You are my brightest star. My love for you is so large that all of the stars in the sky couldn’t even compare. I am so happy to be able to marry you. I can’t wait for all our future adventures and being able to finally call you my husband.)

Warren looked at you with tears in his eyes and with the greatest smile on his face that you almost didn’t notice when the priest said you were allowed to kiss. You were sure you had messed up a large amount of the words and the pronunciation but it was all worth it to see that look in his eyes when he finally kissed you.

A kiss to seal your future together.

i missed writing for warren so hopefully will be writing much more for him

oh! and if you understood the minor reference to that oscar isaac and pedro pascal interview in the title i officially adore you.

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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omg i thought of a really awesome prompt and i that your execution of it would be absolutely amazing!!

anyways the prompt is booksmart gf!reader x street smart!warren Rojas and what that dynamic would be like. it could be a head cannon or a one shot, whatever your think fits the most!! could it also involve the six and camila? 💕

Notes on a Rockstar and a Bookstore Owner | headcanons

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem! booksmart reader

a/n: heyyy ! i love ur requests sm and I hope I did it justice with these little head canons cause I felt like it fit better than a one shot. also happy djats day!!

tw: kissing, talk about groupies, fluff ?

description: they say that opposites attract, that couldn't be more true when talking about this pair.

You met Warren when he wandered into your LA bookstore in search of a record store. Obviously you didn’t sell music at the bookstore but you still felt intrigued by his presence, someone who was vastly different from the people you usually dated.

You brought down from your little upstairs apartment a few records and got him a cup of tea as you listened to them.

To say the least Warren was surprised by your taste in music, expecting a lot of classical music due to the atmosphere of your store but instead there was a lot of Elvis, The Beatles, Queen, David Bowie and then came the pièce de résistance.

Just as you had both nearly finished off your teas, you put on Aurora and Warren immediately went crazy.

Also can you just imagine that man drinking tea? He would probably want something more like coffee but didn’t want to be rude.

Anyways you didn’t believe him at first until he showed you the record sleeve. And there he was in all his glory, standing in a group with one of your favorite bands.

Of course, you freaked out a little but then agreed to let him borrow some of the records that you had and he didn’t.

The next time that he came to visit, he came deliberately and with some records he thought you would enjoy.

Over the next month or so you both exchanged records and you got him to read more books.

The first time you went to one of the infamous Hollywood parties you basically just stood in place until Warren made his way over to you… with a bunch of groupies.

You obviously had established a relationship as friends but Warren radiated an energy, he was so kind and funny so after that you just declined any and all invitations from Warren to join his boat parties.

Warren was honestly confused on why you didn’t want to come over when you had basically become his best friend but he didn’t push it.

One day he invited you over to band practice at the studio since he knew you had been secretly wishing to go for ages.

You appeared on one of the days that Daisy and Billy seemed to be having one of their good days so the session went pretty well.

The band absolutely loved you, of course they were slightly confused as to why Warren was hanging around a girl who looked like she had just walked out of like a fairytale when he usually brought around models and groupies.

Karen and Daisy adored you and they could see the change that you were inducing in Warren. Not that you had noticed but ever since you had stopped going to Warren’s parties he was having less and less of them as well as going easier on the drugs.

You met Camila for lunch one day through Karen and you instantly hit it off. Julia also loved you and you spent a lot of time around Camila since she had become one of your favorite people.

The moment of your first kiss happened after one of his shows. You had never been to a big concert and were honestly intimidated by all the incredible people around you but just after the band finished their set, you made your way backstage.

There you encased Warren in a huge hug and told him how proud you were of him.

That was when he realized how much of a wonder you truly were. Someone he wanted to call his girlfriend, maybe even his wife someday.

The kiss was akin to shooting stars, like a warm cup of hot chocolate during a thunderstorm.

You both dated for a few years after that, even after the band broke up you still saw Karen and Daisy quite a bit plus Eddie always came to visit the house you guys now owned (you didn’t make him sell the boat by the way).

You both planned out weekly dates, sometimes they consisted of picnics or driving around LA in your car. Sometimes Warren got you to come to huge concerts with him and he would basically have to make sure you didn’t wander off somewhere.

Reading also became a favorite shared activity. Every night before going to bed, if you weren’t doing anything else, you would read your respective books and tell each other your favorite quotes.

Being booksmart and introverted meant that you didn’t get out as much as you would have liked but Warren created a safety bubble that made you interested in finding ways to spend time doing the things he loved.

You still kept the bookstore well into your marriage and even added a little cafe to it. Persephone’s Corner became incredibly popular over the years and you and Warren spent the rest of your years together comfortably.

You had two kids together and Warren got to name them (with your approval of course) after some of your favorite artists and authors. So you had little Emily Rojas as well as John Bowie Rojas (yes they're cheesy but they fit well).

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bloodynereid · 11 months

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Loving your Daisy Jones fics! I was wondering if you could do something about the band helping reader with their addiction or something along those lines? :)

Dissected Blush

pairings: daisy jones & the six x reader (platonic!) + reader x fem! oc (only for the end bit you can skip it if you want)

a/n: hiii sorry this took so long for me to post. I literally wrote this months ago but only got around to editing it recently. hope you enjoy and i'm backkkk. and as always requests are always open.

tw: addiction, descriptions of drug highs, mentions of smoking, drugs, swearing, overdose, near death experience

description: drugs became your best friend until it was almost too late.

Y/N: If you were in a band in the 70s a lot of your life revolved around 3 things: sex, drugs and rock and roll. Ok that isn’t necessarily true for everyone but it was certainly true for me. Well mostly the drugs part. I can remember the first time I tried cocaine so vividly…

You quietly closed the back door behind you as you tiptoed over to where your bike lay. A friend from work had invited you to a party about 15 minutes away. And since you had never been to a real LA party you readily accepted.

When you arrived at the really expensive looking house, every room was in a flurry of activity. There was a certain energy in the air from all the bodies who were either high or buzzed from the various alcoholic drinks that lay scattered on every surface.

“Y/N! Over here!” You swiveled around until you spotted the familiar redhead. Natasha eagerly offered you a line of fine powder that was arranged on top of a Vogue magazine.

“What’s this?”

“Have you never seen coke before?”

“Obviously but never in person.”

“Righttt I forgot you were from Pittsburgh of all places.”

“Oh fuck off.” You quickly snorted it as you had seen done in the various movies that showed up during your insomnia filled nights.

The drug instantly hit. And all you felt was euphoria. A high like no other. Nothing compared to this. Not even that feeling of playing in front of a live audience.

You spent the rest of the night high. Taking random lines throughout the many hours of the evening. You met movie stars, directors and parades of models. Each with their own story to tell but you were in such a haze that seconds after they left the conversation it was as if they had never been there at all.

Obviously the next morning when you woke up it was as if a thousand boulders had trampled over your body the previous night. And worst of all you were laying in bed next to an unknown man, someone you vaguely remembered as being at the same level of intoxicated as you were the night before.

But above all as you hastily put on your flared jeans you realized that you were finally able to sleep.

Y/N: It started as a cure for insomnia. I didn’t really realize I was addicted to it. But I snuck out to those parties almost every night. None of the band knew but they probably realized something was up.

Karen: I think it was after Y/N started working at this boutique that there was this sudden change in her. She always came in late and during band sessions or gigs she had this energy she never had before. Not that I really complained though, she was playing incredibly well.

Warren: Y/N was always a straight-laced chic. Growing up in Hazelwood and having the parents that she has would do that to a person. When we got to LA she did a complete 180, like I remember times she would leave as I was just coming in from partying.

You quickly adjusted the red leather jacket you had borrowed from Susan, one of the regulars at the parties you went to. The air on the patio was cool against your sweat covered skin. It was a strange thing that had been happening ever since a few weeks ago but you paid it no mind.

Quickly popping an ‘upper’, you were suddenly interrupted by a loud cough. Taking a quick swig of champagne you turned around and were suddenly met with the sight of Billy Dunne standing in front of you.

You really shouldn’t have been so surprised because you had just been one of the many witnesses to Billy’s spiral since the band’s first tour had started.

“Billy.”

“Y/N.”

“You need something?”

“Can I have one of those?”

“One of what?” You asked as you quickly put your little pill box (it was really a hollowed out blush container) back into your coat pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. “I thought the great Billy Dunne always had a packet of cigs on him.”

“You know what I’m talking about Y/N.” He said as he walked up next to you to the cool, metal railing.

“Hmmm really? Cause I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” You gave him a smug little smile as you leaned your head on his denim shirt. You and Billy had never been close but then again drugs always did bond people together.

“Stop trying to be coy.”

“Very well Mr. Bossman. But don’t go around telling people that I’m enabling your bad habits.”

“If you have that special little case then I’m assuming that they’re your bad habits as well.”

“Shhh it’s a secret.” You pressed your finger to your lips as you let out a short giggle before grabbing the blush case and opening it up to showcase the round white little tablets.

“Now that looks like a mighty bad habit.” Billy looked at you with a smirk as you pressed two of the pills in his palm before snapping the case shut and flicking open your lighter.

“See ya Billy.” You gave him a wink before disappearing through the back gate towards the direction of the motel you knew you were staying at.

Billy: Y/N and I enabled each other. We shared a stupid little secret that was slowly eating away at our health and livelihood. I know for a fact that the rest of the band knew I was in a downward spiral but because of that they never realized Y/N was… until it was almost too late.

Y/N: They became essential for me to function. I fucking loved how I felt with all those chemicals in my system as well. I was a more confident, stubborn and cooler version of myself. All those years in Hazelwood created this little saint of a girl who loved to play the bass but in LA I was able to throw away the parts of myself that my parents loved but I hated. So the night that they called before a show, fuck. *you run a hand through your hair and take a quick sip of sparkling water*

You hung up the room’s black telephone angrily. Why did they still have this stupid hold over you? You thumped down on the bed only to find that your back was unable to relax due to a circular object digging into the middle vertebrae. Digging a hand under your silk covered torso you pull out a blush case.

The same dissected blush case that held your stash of pills you had gotten from Mark. Taking your index finger and thumb you pick up one of the cylindrical tablets. The black nail polish that coats your nails contrasts frightfully against the stark white of the pill. Rolling it between your two fingers you carefully hold it up to the light.

“You know what… fuck it.” Your lilting voice echoed through the empty room as you set down the pill onto the glazed wood that your bedside table was made up of. Taking up the glass that still contained a slight layer of whisky on the bottom of it you quickly smash it violently down against the tablet. When you finish making the pill into a fine powder you suddenly realize how little of it there really was.

You could swear that one of these made you feel like you were on the fucking moon. Shrugging you took a couple more out of the case and restarted your process of smashing the white pills into powder.

After a couple more additions it finally seemed like there was finally enough to get you high. Well… higher than you already were before your parent’s phone call.

Sniffing up as much of the powder as you could, you finally felt that familiar bliss. This bliss was getting so, so close to how you felt the first time you tried coke that you went for another hit.

And that hit was otherworldly. You felt like you were experiencing everything all at once and it was just on another level. You fell down against the bed as the world spinned around you. Then a comfortable feeling spreads over your muscles. Untensing every bone and sinew. Darkness started to flood the corners of your eyes.

Ah finally… rest.

Eddie: Y/N and I were pretty close. My parents were best friends with hers so we were kind of pushed together to be best friends as well. So I was the first one to get worried when she didn’t show up for soundcheck. One of the things that she had never missed. Rain, shine or heavy snow, you could always depend on her being there.

Karen: Eddie kind of asked if I knew where Y/N was and I obviously had no idea. So we both decided to just go down to check on her.

Eddie: You know how some of those motels that have a window that faced the railing, well Y/N’s was open. And that is how we found her. She was just lying there, like she was asleep. But she obviously wasn’t.

Karen: Y/N had a bunch of powder covering her face and there was an obviously heavy film of it on the bedside table.

Eddie: I fucking kicked down that door when I realized what was going on. Karen went to run the shower and I started slapping her the hardest I could. Karen started trying to perform CPR.

You suddenly jolted back into your body. Hard. There was liquid running all over your face and everything felt so. fucking. heavy. You cracked open one of your eyelids and were met with blinding light.

“God?”

“No, sweetheart. You just got us.”

Y/N: After I woke up on that bathroom floor with two of my best friends standing over me looking like they had been scared half to death, I knew I needed a change. Teddy got me into this rehab center and I got into therapy. Cut off my parents, got a prescription for anxiety medication and finally fell back in love with music. Obviously not everything was great right away, it was a fucking journey.

It had only been a few days since you had been back from rehab and you were currently curled up next to Karen in her room. You had just gotten off a phone call with one of your old friends from the boutique and she had invited you over to another one of the customary get togethers, which you had to decline for obvious reasons.

“I hate this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think I fucked up my twenties by overdosing and all that shit?”

“Y/N…”

“No, I swear I’m being serious. I wish I was more like you guys. I mean Warren can do drugs daily and he’s still completely fine. Why did I have to go and mess it all up?”

“You know none of that is your fault right? Yeah you might have started because it was fun but it got bad because of factors out of your control. So stop beating yourself up about it.”

“When did you get so smart?” You heard Karen dramatically gasp as she pulled her hand away from where she was running it through your hair.

“I am offended you didn’t think I was smart before.”

“Hey! You know that is not what I meant at all.”

“Yeah sure.”

Y/N: Things got better. Billy got better as well. I got to meet Daisy who has become a lifetime friend but she was also what you could describe as temptation personified. Daisy was everything I wanted to be. I was that girl before I gave up drugs. So yeah I slipped a few times… maybe more than a few.

You took a sip of whisky as you watched Daisy glide around the room as if she were walking on air. And then… a Vogue magazine was thrust in your face. A redhead was holding it towards you with a dreamy smile on her face.

“Want some?” You recalled that night from a few years ago, that night when you experienced your first high.

“Of course.”

Y/N: I didn’t get fully clean until the band broke up. Now I’ve got my 18 year sobriety chip and I own a music store in downtown LA where we also sell clothes. Which I guess are vintage now. *You let out a laugh.* So yeah no more redheads with Vogue magazines for me.

Isabelle: Yeah she just exchanged that for brunettes who are on Vogue covers.

Y/N: Oh shut it darling. *You give Isabelle a quick kiss before turning back to the camera.* So yeah I own a music/clothes store and a beautiful little hou-

Isabelle: Yeah sure let’s call it ‘little’.

Y/N: Oh Isa. *You lean your head on her shoulder.* Ok I co-own a house by the beach with my wonderful and astronomically beautiful girlfriend and 3 dogs. A husky named Hades, a golden retriever named Artemis, although we call her Artie and a mixed border collie named Hestia.

Isabelle: We both have an affinity for Greek mythology as you can see.

Y/N: Yes well we are both gay.

The camera fades out as you both let out laughs with the sunset painting an array of colors in the living room where the documentary is being taped.

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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hiii i'm back!!! and I finished writing up a one-shot :) I'll be taking requests for Daisy Jones and The Six since I was absolutely obsessed with the book and now with the show out that obsession has only grown. might be posting the warren rojas one-shot tmwr - just need to finish up some editing. let me know if you want to be tagged :)

edit: it's up if anyone wants to read it !! rulebreaker

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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so i'm writing up a request for warren rojas and I may or may not have gone a bit over board... it's currently at 3.5k words and I'M NOT EVEN DONE ?!?? I've also gotten to the bit where I had to take out my copy of djats cause I kept messing up with the timeline and I want to add so many more details now. anyways very excited to finish this and then let you all read it. lmk if you want to be tagged :)

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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graham dunne x reader with right person wrong time💔💔

Here's to the Fools Who Dream

pairing: graham dunne x fem!actor reader

a/n: hiii tysm for the request !! when I read this my mind immediately went to La La Land (one of the many classics in the right person wrong time trope) and so I wanted to do something based/inspired by it so if you see a mix of scenes and some dialogue from the movie that's why. anyways hope you enjoy and as always requests are open!!

tw: angst angst angst, cigarette smoking, swearing, kissing, right person wrong time

description: a struggling actor and a guitarist. what can go wrong?

You first met Graham Dunne out on one of LA’s many beaches, which was coincidentally your favorite surfing beach. And it was one of the most embarrassing experiences of your life.

You had successfully caught a pretty good wave until you felt something weird under one of your feet. So you obviously moved your foot to the side, which resulted with you losing your balance and falling off your board… taking Graham Dunne with you. By the way, that weird thing under your foot was a random piece of seaweed.

“Shit fuck I’m so sorry.” You apologized profusely as you both finally resurfaced, clutching onto your surf boards.

“It’s uh fine. I’m Graham by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Hey Graham! We gotta go, band practice starts in 30 minutes.” Said a curly haired guy who was lying on one of the beach towels next to a pretty blonde.

“Yeah, be right there. See you around.”

“Yeah.” After he left with his band you sat there contemplating how you could have been such a clutz in front of such an attractive man. And on top of all that you forgot to give him your number. It was idiotic really.

A few weeks later and you were being dragged to a concert of some band your friends had been obsessed with lately. They had been gushing about the frontman and the drummer for days on end. So you reluctantly followed them since you had already canceled plans the last time due to an audition. Which you didn’t even end up booking!

So you grabbed your drinks and made your way to the table that your friends had taken over, one of the closest to the stage obviously. And imagine your surprise when out walked the cute surfer boy from all those weeks ago.

They were pretty good, you wouldn’t lie. You liked their sound and well, it was a plus that Graham was one of the guitarists. You didn’t realize you had spaced out until your friends were waving at you from the backstage door with big smiles on their faces. You just rolled your eyes at their antics before closing up the tab and going outside to wait by the communal car. And just outside the main door stood Graham, lighting up a cigarette.

“Could I have a light?” You asked as you saddled up to him.

“Uh yeah sure.” He took out his lighter and held it up to you so you could lean in and catch the flame at the tip of your cig. “Wait, I know you from somewhere.”

“If you’re talking about the surf incident then I think we should both agree that never happened.”

“Huh… so why are you here tonight? You aren’t a stalker, are you?”

“God no. I swear that I didn’t even know you were in this band.”

“Then why are you here?”

“My friends have a penchant for dragging me places I would rather not be.”

“Wow now I’m offended.” Graham said with a slight teasing smile on his face.

“Hey now, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it then?”

“I just have never listened to your band before. If I go to a concert I like to know some of their songs first.”

“Then why did you allow yourself to be dragged here then?” He asked as you both took drags from your corresponding cigarettes.

“I owed them one, I had to cancel last time since I had an audition.”

“Ah so maybe that’s why your face is familiar, you’re an actor. What have I seen you in?”

“Working at the cafe at the Warner Brothers lot most likely.”

“Graham!” A female British voice interrupted your conversation, it was the same blonde from the beach. “We gotta go.”

“Right, sorry to cut this conversation short once again. I’ll see you in the movies, Y/N.” He gave you a charming smile before heading off to join the blonde woman.

You stood outside the venue for a few more minutes, smoking, until your friends arrived all ready to get back home. That was when you realized you hadn’t given him your number once again. Dammit.

You had taken on one of the busiest shifts at work since your boss had to go to her sister’s baby shower so you were stuck with a barrage of questions about the random things on the menu.

“So is this like all milk chocolate or does it have dark chocolate in it?” A tan girl with twin braids stood in front of you trying to decide what she wanted to order.

“Well it’s a hot chocolate, so you know it comes from a powder…”

“Yes but what kind of chocolate is in the powder?”

“I actually have no idea. Let me go check for you.” You turned around and fumbled around with some jars when you found the hot chocolate one. Taking it down and reading over the ingredients you turned around and were about to answer the lady when you saw an unexpected face.

“Graham?”

“Hey I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop by.”

“Really? How did you bypass the guards?” You leaned down with your elbows on the counter with a smirk on your face.

“Oh I’ve got that famous rockstar privilege.”

“Excuse me!” Right, the hot chocolate lady.

“Do you have a break coming up?”

“Yeah in 10 minutes.”

“Great, I’ll hide in the bathroom then.”

“Oh so you were lying about your rockstar privileges huh?”

“Definitely. I had to jump the fence and run like hell from the guards.” You both laughed as he disappeared in the bathroom.

“So what is in the hot chocolate?”

“It says all milk chocolate.”

“Right… what kinds of tea do you have?”

After 10 minutes of dealing with the most indecisive woman to ever roam the earth you clocked out and met up with Graham outside of the café. He graciously lit up one of your cigarettes as you started to walk around the lot, with all of the chaos that was movie making going around the two of you.

“So how did you get into acting?”

“My aunt I guess. She was with a traveling theater company. Oh god I remember that we used to put on these plays in my living room. She was the one who introduced me to movies. I ended up leaving college after two years and coming here. I probably should have become a lawyer instead.”

“I don’t think the world needs more lawyers.”

“Does it really need more actors?”

“Okay you have a point there.”

“So… how did you get into the band?”

“Well I was trying to get over a girl and then I got my brother to join. We moved out here a few years ago and somehow got Teddy Price to produce us.”

“And how has it been going?”

“Honestly pretty shitty but we’re trying to persevere. We just finished recording something with Daisy Jones which the band is excited for.”

“Wow… actually I have no idea who that is but it sounds big.”

“Not into the rock and roll industry much are you?”

“Well I listen to a lot of everything, but I never really know the specifics.”

“Fair.”

“Hey could you guys just stop there for a second we are about to shoot.” One of the interns from an active set said to the two of you as you turned a corner.

“Yeah totally. You know they shoot movies down my street all the time.”

“Shush.” You said with a little laugh as you bumped your shoulder with his. “Oh my god, wait I love her.”

“I have no idea who that is.”

“Not much into the movie business are you?” You echo back to him as you both walk a bit further down the lot.

“Very funny but no.”

“Well I’ll need to broaden your horizons then. Have you ever watched Rebel Without a Cause?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“Good cause you’re coming with me to Rialto next Tuesday. Only if you’re free of course.”

“I think I am. It’s a date then.”

“It’s a date. I’ll meet you outside at 6:30.” You gave a smile before you both headed over in the other direction to go to your cars.

It was Thursday. The day for your date with Graham and you were running late. Okay it wasn’t entirely your fault your stupid ex boyfriend Greg decided it was high time to come and try to get back with you.

So of course you told him to fuck off and basically threatened him that if he ever came near an inch of you you would call the police. That man was like a really bad definition of clingy.

You had sped through the streets of LA trying to make it as quickly as you possibly could to the Rialto. Your roommate had taken the car to visit her parents so the only mode of transportation you had at the moment was your own legs. That was when you heard it. Right as you ran next to a random red car that was stopped on the curb.

“And next up we have one of the newest singles from a band called The Six, featuring Daisy Jones!”

That only spurred you to go faster and when you finally arrived in front of the Rialto there stood a slightly annoyed looking Graham.

“Hi… sorry… I’m-” You tried to say as you kept trying to breathe.

“Hey hey it’s okay.”

“I heard your song on the radio.”

“What?”

“Yup just as I was sprinting over here I heard it over the radio. And I’m sorry I’m late.”

“That’s okay. I got us tickets.” He smiled as you made your way into the movie theater.

“You shouldn’t have. I was the one who invited you and this is my way of introducing you to the magical world of the silver screen.”

“Well I wanted to be a gentleman that’s all.”

“Hmm.” You hummed back to him as you took your seats and watched as the opening credits played out.

Throughout the movie there was a palpable electricity between the two of you. Your fingers kept inching towards his and you could feel the little looks he kept sending you. A small smile crept onto your face as your pinkies entwined… and then Graham took the initiative and joined your hands together. You turned to look at him as he shot you another one of his little looks.

He blushed but gave a charming smile before slowly leaning forward and softly brushing his lips against yours. You reciprocated it eagerly and soon enough you two were kissing like your lives depended on it.

In all honesty you barely watched the rest of the movie. Instead you continued to kiss like two lovers who were finally reunited. Letting the colors of the projector illuminate the different contours of your faces.

You and Graham had been together for a few months and it was going great. But the other things in your life weren’t doing so well. Your acting career was basically tanking whilst Graham’s band was skyrocketing.

You had met the band a couple of times and they all absolutely adored you, well everyone except Billy but Graham assured you that he didn’t really like anyone anyways. You and Karen got on extremely well and had taken to calling or seeing each other every week, so naturally you saw a lot of Camila as well.

Somehow Graham has gotten you to try writing plays again and so you were currently working on finishing a one woman show whilst the band worked on Aurora. Which you knew was going to be an instant hit. Daisy Jones was a magnetic human being whom you had the pleasure of meeting once or twice whilst you saw the band rehearse.

There was a strange feeling of anxiety though, maybe it was because Graham was starting to come in later and later every night but you convinced yourself it was just the strain that the show was putting on you.

It was the night of the big show and you anxiously twisted your hands together. Okay you can do this. You can do this. You walked onto the stage just as the bright theatre lights turned on. You took a deep breath and started to recite your lines as you had practiced so many times.

Then it was suddenly all over and just before the audience lights turned on you felt a deep seeded satisfaction. But then light flooded the room and the audience was filled with a sparse amount of people. And the most important person you wanted there wasn’t filling his seat. None of the band was either, other than Camila who was sitting there with a concerned smile and Julia who was happily babbling away.

After you had finished getting changed you carefully packed up all the props and started to carry them to your car. Tears streaking your cheeks as a humourless chuckle left your mouth. There standing in front of your car stood a guilty looking Graham. The same Graham who had barely been calling you back while on tour. The one who had stopped making an effort to see you in a long while.

“Hey look I’m sorry. I swear I wanted to be here but the interview ran late and then I realized-”

“Just stop okay. It’s fine, I get it.”

“Okay great. You ready to head-”

“No, Graham. It’s over.”

“What?”

“It’s over.”

“What is?”

“All of it! I’m done. I am tired of humiliating myself and thinking I’m a good actress. Graham… it’s over. We are over.”

“No wait, what can I do?”

“Graham, I'm going back home.”

“Okay we can talk again tomorrow. I’ll give you some space tonight.”

“No, I mean I’m going back to Vermont. It’s never too late to become a lawyer, you know.” He gave you a sad smile but he nodded after a few moments.

“I hope to see you around, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Graham.”

Two days later you were sitting in the comfort of your parent’s house playing chess against your dad, when a sharp ring of the doorbell echoed through the house.

“I’ll be right back.” You opened up the distinctive yellow door and guess who stood there on the steps? Graham Dunne.

“Graham?”

“Hey. I umm well I needed to see you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Well for one the band broke up and because Camila told me to relay some big news to you.”

“The band broke up? But you guys were doing incredibly well.”

“Yeah well… anyways Camila wanted me to tell you that she got one of her director friends to come to your play and he was completely blown away by it so he’s offered you a job.”

“WHAT?!” You stood in the doorway of your childhood home with your jaw dropped and it seemed as if your brain had stopped computing.

“Yeah he wanted to have you come in tomorrow so I’ll be picking you up at 10am, not a second later.” He turned to walk back to his car but you tried to go stop him.

“Wait Graham! But…”

“No, no. Not a single word out of you. You better be here at that time or I’m leaving without you.”

“Right, okay.”

“See you tomorrow.”

The talk with the director went amazingly well and he truly did want you for the role. But it was set in France which meant you had to leave everything you had ever known and loved. Including Graham.

“I think you should go for it.” You two were seated on one of the outcrops that overlooked LA, leaving it spread open like a map for the two of you to decipher.

“But what about you? I just got you back Graham. Fuck I’m so stupid.” You leaned your head on his shoulder as his scent engulfed you. That mixture of cigarettes and the ocean that you knew all too well.

“You’re not stupid, I was being a shitty boyfriend, which is why I think you should go. This is your dream plus I have an idea of my own that I want to start up.”

“Oh and what’s that?”

“I want to open a rock bar near the beach.”

“You should call it The Six.” You said with a giggle.

“Oh shush.”

You spent the rest of that afternoon and evening catching up on life and future plans. Graham ended up convincing you to go to Paris and work on that movie. And you ended up convincing him to name his rock bar ‘The Six’.

“You know I’ll always love you right?” You said to him as you both laid in bed with moonlight streaming in.

“I’m always going to love you too. I’m never going to forget you Y/N.”

“I won’t either.”

Years later…

“Hi sweetheart, are you ready to go?” You heard the voice of your husband ask as you finished putting on your earrings.

“Almost. Now where is that little munchkin of mine?” You said as you ran into your toddler’s room in a pair of black heels.

“Mama!”

“I’m going to miss you so much kiddo. Thank you so much for this, Sofia.”

“No problem, Mrs. Douglas. I hope you both have fun.”

“Thank you. See you later my darling.” You gave your little Andrea a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodbye kiddo.”

“Bye dada. Bye mama.” She answered as she waved from Sofia’s arms as your husband draped a coat onto your shoulders before tangling your hands together to step into the car.

“So where are we off to, Mike?”

“I was thinking somewhere we couldn’t get recognized.”

“Hmm so no fancy restaurants?”

“Well I thought since you religiously listen to that Aurora album, I would bring you to a rock bar.”

“Now that isn’t a bad idea.” That was when you both drove up to a little bar by the beach, with the logo in the front reading: ‘The Six’.

notes + details that didn't fit into the main story but i thought up:

To make it even sadder Graham wrote Y/N a song, and that's what he sings when he sees her in the bar. I didn't include this bit because it felt natural to have it end where it did but idk I might make a bonus scene in the future.

If anyone was keen enough to notice they would have seen that Mike is actually Michael Douglas. for context: I was thinking up of men to have Y/N married to and looked up famous actors from the 70s and I've always liked Michael Douglas (I love Basic Instinct and Ant Man - I still have to watch Fatal Attraction) so he was like the natural pick.

The change in format from my other djats fics is deliberate. Y/N in this case is barely mentioned in the history of the band and that's mostly because Graham told everyone not to talk about her. plus when Julia asked her, she basically answered that she wasn't too much part of the band to be considered in their story. I like to imagine that like Karen or Daisy would make an offhand comment about it and the reddit stans would speculate so much.

taglist: @yesshewrites1 @gwensspidey

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I was wondering if you could write like the reader taking care of graham dunne if not taht is comepletly fine have a great day/night 💗💗💗

Tucked Away in the Ocean

pairing: graham dunne x fem! reader

a/n: hiii tysm for request anon! i absolutely love this idea and i thought i would use it as an excuse to project my dream date night (and i added some stuff to your original request). i always envision graham with a really cool s.o. cause of karen lol. hopefully you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it. requests are open!

tw: mentions of drinking, mentions of djats drama, talks about marriage & children, some period typical misogyny (it's only briefly mention - it's literally like a line), FLUFF, kissing

description: your boyfriend just got back from touring and you have a special night in planned.

You knew that touring was both incredibly draining as it was rewarding. Having gone on The Six’s first tour right after Cami and Billy’s wedding, you were used to sleeping in crappy hotel room beds and having to constantly be on the move; which is why you knew how exhausted Graham would be when he got home… especially with how insane the last few shows had been.

You normally would have gone with Graham for the whole tour but you only got to be there for the first shows before a huge case was thrown in the laps of the law firm you were currently interning for. And being a female lawyer in the 70s was not easy which meant you usually had to work extra hard.

Graham was completely aware of this and he ended up checking up during every single nightly phone call. You vividly remembered all the late night study sessions where he helped quiz you on each one of your flashcards, as well as the times where instead of going to one of his huge parties he would stay with you in your apartment and watch movies on the couch.

Smiling, you thought back to the day you met Graham. It was almost as if you were there again, the salty brine of the sea permeating your nose whilst the cold waves lapped around your floating body.

You usually went down to the beach for an escape, thankfully your apartment was only a 20 minute drive to the ocean or else you might have had a mental breakdown by the time you finished your law degree.

It wasn’t strange for the beach to be completely empty, especially if it was the middle of a weekday, which is why it surprised you to see someone else enjoying the ocean as much as you were.

He had brown hair that was curling at the ends from the ocean’s spray as he surfed. His eyes met yours as he, once again, caught a wave and after sending you a charming little smile he went tumbling into the ocean’s basin.

You laugh twinkled out over the waves and you slowly started to swim over to the spot where he was currently floating on his board.

“Hi!” You said with a teasing smile as you laid your elbows onto the board with only your head peeking out from the waves.

“Hi there.”

“You look like you took quite a tumble.”

“Well I was distracted.”

“Hmm really?” You tilted your head and wiped off a stray droplet of water from your arm.

“Yes, there was this beautiful woman staring at me and I don’t think anyone would have been able to stay on that board if they had those eyes on them.”

Your body was singing in adoration and you could feel as your smile broadened. He was as cute as he was charming.

“I think the woman didn’t really mean for you to fall.”

“I’m not placing the blame on her at all… now does this beautiful woman have a name?”

“Y/N and what might the charming surfer’s name be?”

“Graham. Graham Dunne.”

You let out a small laugh at how dorky his James Bond-like introduction had been as you carefully poured the wine you had gotten from your anniversary trip and struck a match to light the candles. That was when you heard the jingling of keys against the apartment door and you wandered out of your small dining room/kitchen with a big smile on your face.

As Graham stepped through the doors you basically flung yourself across the room into his arms. He laughed as you basically became a koala encircled around him and he started littering kisses all over your face and neck.

“Hi darling.” He smiled at you lovingly after you extracted yourself from his hold.

“Hi, my favorite rockstar. How was the trip back?”

“Tense but I’m much better now.” He started to take off his coat and placed his guitar in the usual spot as you looked on.

“Well I really missed you.” He turned around and mirth sparkled in his eyes before he grabbed you again and started twirling you around the room.

“I missed you so, so much my love.”

You laughed freely and when you were finally put back down onto the solid floor of the apartment you grabbed one of Graham’s hands as you led him into the dining room.

“Y/N… this is beautiful. You really didn’t need to do this, darling. We could have just ordered takeout.”

“Graham, you deserve this. And I deserve a night with my boyfriend after these past few months. Let me take care of you.”

He smiled at you gratefully as you placed a fleeting kiss on his lips before turning on a Beatles record and grabbing the plates of… takeout from the kitchen.

“Okay you might have to deal with takeout though, I barely had time to cook when I got back from the firm. I got it from our favorite Italian!” You called out from the kitchen which just made Graham join you in the tiled room.

“Oh don’t worry I’ve been craving this for months, thanks darling. Takeout outside of LA is not the same.”

He helped you place the different plates of pasta, bread and risotto on the table before pulling out your chair and then taking his place at the other end of your small table.

“Bon appétit mon amour.” You said, as you reached for his left hand.

“Bon appétit.” You kissed gently under the candlelight and then began to dig into the food.

After dinner you decided to just sit on the couch and put on an admittedly terrible horror movie, one of your favorite activities to do as a couple. You kept laughing at the cheesy jumpscares and talking over the atrocious dialogue. Graham was filling you up on all the ups and downs of the tour, he had just finished recounting the more than usual tension between Eddie and Billy.

“You know we should invite Cami and Billy over once all this is cleared up.”

You said as you carefully ran your hands through his hair as his head rested on your lap. Graham looked up at you with those blue eyes of his with adoration shining through before saying:

“Definitely, I can’t wait to see Julia again.”

“I miss that kid, work has been so busy that I haven’t been able to meet with Cami in ages.”

“Would you ever want that?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“I mean like the whole thing, kids, marriage… you know?” He looked at you with eyebrows knitted together and a worried pout, you just smoothed out the wrinkle between his eyes and smiled softly.

“Yeah I think I do. But I only really want to do it with one person?”

Graham’s face brightened and you were sure your expression mirrored his as you were filled with giddy excitement.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Graham placed small kisses over your arm leaving you giggling before he finally placed a kiss on your smiling lips.

“How do you feel about going down to the beach tomorrow?” You asked after your little makeout session, trying to get back into a calm state since you were both exhausted.

“Don’t you have work?”

“Nope, weekend remember?”

“The beach sounds perfect darling.”

You look at each other’s eyes for a few more moments before focusing back on the movie. Taking care of each other had slowly become something you just did out of instinct but you felt something change that night. You knew you could spend the rest of your life with Graham and never feel anything other than love and admiration for the man who was currently lying on your lap. You felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Similar thoughts echoed through Graham’s mind as he felt your fingers start combing through his hair again.

lmk what you think ly (also lmk if you want to be added to any taglist)

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