𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐏. teeth take another bite into the apple set aside for her this morning when she has an unexpected company come to sit beside her. head turned with a perplexed expression⸺brows furrowed together, eyes narrowed slightly, && for a moment she even stops chewing the bite in her mouth. bite is swallowed before anne speaks, ❝ ever curious of you, gilbert. ❞ says anne in her 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 tone with an arched brow that’s the exact some color of her carrot colored red hair. ; ❝ whatever you do, do not look behind us. surely the other girls, even diana, will be staring at us out here together. ❞ anne never knew why the other girls thought she ought not to speak to gilbert. ruby may have a crush on him . . but last she checked, && she is very knowing on subjects as these, gilbert is a person && her friend, she thinks, at that ! nothing romantical about it⸺anne believes herself far too 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙻𝚈 to marry someone like gilbert. ❝ it’s as if they think horns will sprout from under my carrot colored hair with the way some of them regard me. diana && ruby not so much which i find myself happy for. ❞
𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 getting into situations like this. both of them know they can’t be good for each other , that billy’s married & has a family yet she still allows him to kiss her , still allows him to peel away the layers of clothing until she’s got nothing else to bare but her skin. they were messy , they were selfish for giving into their carnal & agitating desires knowing full well the kind of devastation it’d wrought if anyone found out. what else could daisy say in justification that would never satisfy anyone ? ( to her he was someone she wanted to hate , but could never bring herself to do it. they were too alike , they created to much tension. he grew on her & god , she wished he hadn’t. she wished she didn’t see so much in him. )
fire in her veins , an electricity exploding out of her chest. their chemistry , how well they worked together , had shined especially tonight. the crowd roared , they changed their names & sang along to every song—that kind of energy seems to ball itself inside of you until it needed to be released. the entire night daisy sang while looking at billy , while touching billy in some way or another. she kept thinking of how she missed the press of his lips , the touch of his hands , the way he sounded when he was needy & nearing the peak they both reached toward. ( flashes of memory like searing hot irons when eye contact was made. memories that felt simultaneously dirty & just for them. no one knew , no one needed to know. what happens backstage stays there , right ? ) the show ends , the band gives a bow , & daisy shoots billy a quick glance & a sneaky nod of her head in the direction of off stage. feet quicken on her way to her dressing room that , thankfully , was farthest away from anyone else’s. waiting for him , daisy taps her foot impatiently on the ground just as door opens & closes quickly: ❛ took you long enough , dunne. ❜
daisy wasted no time in attaching her lips against his , no time is trying to push whatever jacket he’d decided to wear off shoulders & onto the ground. they claw at one another like starved animals , desperately & with this ever burning desire that they got from no one else ! feet kick off the she’d been wearing along with an over jacket made with sparkly fabric & dangling bits on the sleeves. all the while , billy has his hands against her hips pushing her backward until he can wrap his hands under her thighs & seat her , rather roughly , against the makeup vanity. ❛ i couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire night. like this. ❜ is breathed against his mouth , thighs parting when billy’s calloused hands shove the fabric of her dress up over her hips. hands run across billy’s shoulders & into his hair , fingers tangling into curly locks to give a gentle , but firm , tug to expose his throat. painted lips , a dark berry color that night , attach themselves there for a long moment—lips sucking a very obvious hickey against spot they’d just be covered by the shirt he wears. ❛ i want you to fuck me like you always do. i wanna hear it . . how much you like it. ❜ comes her encouragement, head lifting to glance into his eyes , ❛ be a good boy , billy. ❜ a smirk presses against lips & all the while hand is undoing his belt. & when he presses in , a nudge of hips against hers , daisy grips against his hair again as her own head tilts backward. a breathy sigh , satisfaction , exhales from her chest. woman can’t explain it . . it never felt so good when he wasn’t with him. another thrust into her & daisy moans , lips ghosting against his as if she’s going to kiss him. ❛ there you go. just like that . .❜ mouth presses back against his.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 ? 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ? all daisy knew was that she resented billy for lying , for trying to make what his real life , his reality that he lived , was into some sugar coated fairytale. daisy spoke her truth , she wrote about it , & it’s what put them on the map ! she bared her soul to the masses knowing she would either be loved or loathed for it yet billy has the audacity to stand in front of everyone & pretend like he isn’t flawed , fucked up , or a combo of the pair. his feet trail behind her , heavy boots , as name is called with her quick retreat. questions fall past his lips as she stops so suddenly it nearly makes them both run into one another.
❛ why’d you have to lie , huh ?! ❜ comes blaring out of her lungs , head tilted back so she can look billy directly in the eyes. hands press against his chest with a sharp shove , ❛ when will you stop being such a fucking dick ?! when will you actually let people know the real you & not this-this projection of who you want to be seen as. aren’t you tired , billy , aren’t you fucking exhausted ?! ❜ ; nose is flaring , chest heavy with labored breath from sheer boiling emotions. their chest almost touch flush , their noses brush, & for a moment daisy betrays herself to glance toward his lips. something happens . . some tension , some heat , takes over & billy takes hold of either side of her head until their lips smash together. everything inside her wants to fight it , yet for the briefest moment daisy allows herself to give in before thinking better of it. ❛ fuck you , billy ! ❜ spoken while lips still brush, eyes locked. god damn it , daisy thinks , as she presses back into him.
↪ i can’t help you if you won’t let me . ( camila )
" seriously, cami – i'm fine. " it's a bold stance to take when you're hunched over a toiler bowl & quite certain you're about to hurl the life out of you. she had a rough night, to put it mildly. she'd begged rod to get her a hotel room all to herself for the night – & she'd cracked. no vice was left unexploited, an undeniable need to erase what happened in the last few days taking over. she needed just one night to break down. one night to think the worst of things & leave hope for the morning. hope that they will all be on that tour bus, having survived chicago. but camila had found her in the worst shape. they were going to meet up & spend some time together before she had to go. she was late. count on her best friend to get worried. as if she doesn't have enough on her plate. she still doesn't know what happened after billy ran off stage. part of her wishes for good news, as tall an order as that may be. " i'm sorry... i fucked up, i know we agreed. hmm... " ominous sound, eyes squeezed shut, she feels the nausea build up again & braces herself. she's got more apologies in her, but for now, she chooses to let camila hold her hair back without shaking her off this time. this isn't her mess to clean up. but her presence is as comforting as ever. an everlasting source of hope – everything will be okay. it has to be.
prompt : ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ( karen )
a few days have passed since finding out about karen and graham being together. at first eddie had to check with warren, because the possibility of it being a drug-induced illusion was actually scaredly high. but after hearing the confirmation that warren had also seen them kiss, and after getting over the first wave of shock, a feeling of content had settled upon the new information. eddie was happy for them, especially graham since he was the one who had been pining after karen the longest. all of them could tell immediately, only by seeing the way he acted around her. karen had always seemed like the type of woman who could get anyone she wanted, which made her prolonged single status seem like a choice. eddie knew she could do much worse than graham, so he was happy for them.
now they’re having a smoke outside, fresh from the concert, energy still running high as music and loud voices trailed off from the bus in front of them. “ is this about you and graham ? ” risks worth taking. he knew a little about that himself, yet the decision wasn’t made about it being worth taking or not. he wants to say yes, but the uncertainty of his relationship with camila is stopping him. was it worth losing her over a moment like that shared together ? “ because i’m happy for you, but i’m not sure i want to know the details. ” nose scrunches up in disgust, the thought of his bandmates getting together almost as haunting as the knowledge of what they were doing in the same bed bunks they all slept in. ( @rebourn. )
‘ the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. ’ ( kate > anthony :) )
there was never supposed to be an us. not for the two of them, at least. from the moment she first flew past him on horseback, kate sharma has made what was meant a straight-forward affair, entirely convoluted. their initial roles have switched, the eldest sharma sister vouching for her sister's innocence and good-nature, a turn of events due to kate's deception. she had toyed with them all, out of a sense of duty he can understand but cannot justify, and yet he still wants her. despite her opinions, and the ill-temper she seems to reserve exclusively for him and her calculations, which undoubtedly led her to the correct assumption that he'd be out on his morning ride in the same greens where they shared a first meeting. a well-meaning ambush, but an ambush nonetheless. after a sleepless night, he's come back around to same conclusion of the disastrous night before. “ if i wed your sister, i will spend every day of my marriage wanting you. neither of us want that future for edwina. ” the diamond of the season shone particularly bright because of her kindness and sweet disposition, he cannot willingly hurt her. it is not like him, a man of honour, to rescind his proposal, but it is his very honour that will not allow him to go through with it. “ once the engagement is broken, we can all move along to new, separate chapters. ”
having camila's mother around has been... interesting. they might not be a bunch of kids in need of supervision anymore – though some would argue differently about that last part – but something about having an adult through and through around the house has made her actually try to be on her best behavior. as much as having baby jules around has. plate in hand, she pushes her way inside her friend's room, soft smile tugging at her lips at the sight. mother & daughter. almost the perfect image. " hey, you two. " closing the door behind her, she makes her way closer & finds a good spot to sit on the floor, placing the plate with a halved grilled cheese sandwich between the two of them. " your mother scolded me for drinking coffee on an empty stomach. " quiet chuckle flees her lips. if only she knew worse things have entered her system before a proper meal. " & you didn't come down for breakfast. thought we'd share. "
