girl, I NEED you to write more for eddie roundtree, I’ve reread every single one of your eddie one shot about about a hundred times
thank you so much, that truly means a lot! i feel like the hype for djats has more or less died out (unfortunately), so it’s made me hesitant to release a new eddie fic. BUT you might have just motivated me to start working on a new one nevertheless!
Confusing part of the marketing of DJATS is that in some aspects the fan service is off the charts ('special gift for our fans', aurora deluxe, clips from auditions?!?) but what I would really kill for is the bloopers/deleted scenes which are still under lock and key after three months apparently. I know you have them Amazon! Any semi-self-respecting TV show does!!
he is currently the man I want in my life, he has so many talents and it makes him attractive (also and especially these gorgeous tattoos)🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
butterflies and zebras (and moonbeams and fairy tales). -> e.roundtree
WARNINGS: pregnancy, childbirth, some profanities
SYNOPSIS: You and Eddie have a daughter. The first weeks of her life growing up in the house with you both and the band.
word count: 3,077
NOTES: written for this request! Hope y'all like it <3
Y/N Roundtree: When Eddie tells the story back, he likes to paint himself all calm and in control, but let me be the first to tell you that man was a right fuckin’ mess. Lord knows I love him, but getting him out to the car was like herding a fuckin’ feral cat into a basket.
Eddie Roundtree: She said that? I wasn’t that bad!
When you woke up in the middle of the night to a specific kind of pain rolling through your abdomen like a wave, you knew exactly what it was. With some effort, you dragged yourself into a sitting position, one hand rubbing back and forth over the soft fabric of your nightgown as if you could soothe the baby back into calmness from the outside world. You glanced at the alarm clock, noting the time, bleary eyes drifting to the bright, full moon out the window. This was the night, you could feel it. Mother’s intuition kicking in already. This baby was going to make her earthside debut very soon.
Ten slow minutes later, another contraction rolled through, and you figured it was about time you woke Eddie up. He was flopped on his stomach next to you, cheek smushed against the pillow and mouth wide open as he slept. You reached over, brushing his hair away from his forehead and patting his upturned cheek softly.
“Eddie, my love,” you said, voice scratchy and lethargic. “Wake up, baby.”
Slowly, Eddie came back to consciousness, brow scrunched in confusion. He looked up at you, sleep still clouding his eyes, before suddenly snapping completely awake, scrambling to sit up on the mattress.
“What is it? Are you okay?” he asked, gripping your shoulder and looking at you with such urgency that you had to swallow a laugh.
“I’m fine,” you said, watching his shoulders sag with relief. “But it’s time. This baby is coming.”
“It’s time?” he asked, voice about two octaves higher than normal.
“That’s what I said,” you confirmed.
“You’re in labor? Right now?”
“Yes, Eddie. That’s what ‘the baby is coming’ means.”
“Oh my god. Oh my god!” He tried to scramble off the bed, feet getting caught in the sheets and sending him tumbling to the floor. You couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore, and Eddie shot you an unimpressed look as he climbed back onto his feet.
“What are you–? Will you please put your shoes on? We have to go!” Eddie shouted, going into the closet and grabbing a pair of comfy shoes and putting them onto the bed next to you before disappearing out of the room. You heard him grumbling about how the longer it took for you to leave, the higher the possibility was that you’d give birth in the car before you’d even get there. A minute later he returned, a sheepish look on his face.
“Sorry, I forgot you actually can’t put your shoes on anymore,” he said, kneeling down in front of you to slip the shoes on your feet. Once he was done, you gently grasped his chin in your hand, making him pause his flurry of movements and look up at you.
“We’re gonna be fine, you know that right?” you asked him.
“Yeah, ‘course,” Eddie said unconvincingly. “But we’ll be more okay if you get to the hospital before your water actually breaks.”
You rolled your eyes at his antics, standing from the bed and twisting side to side to stretch your back. God, but you were ready for this pregnancy to be over. You loved watching Eddie react to the pregnancy, how he immediately went out and bought an armful of parenting books the day after you told him, how he reminded you how big the baby was each week, how he insisted on resting his cheek on your tummy to have a nightly conversation with the baby. Pregnancy suited him, but it absolutely did not suit you. The last eight and a half months had been completely miserable, physically speaking. You had been dreaming about the birth of your daughter for months, and not only because you wanted to meet her so badly, but also because you just wanted her out.
Eddie was crashing around the room, clumsily turning on lamps and slipping into his own shoes and grabbing the hospital bag the two of you had put together a few weeks ago, all the while muttering to himself. You stood next to the bed with your arms crossed over your chest watching him and wondering if he was having a stress-induced breakdown.
Eddie Roundtree: Okay, maybe I was as bad as she said. Honestly, I don’t remember much of that night because I was so fucking keyed up with anxiety, man. [laughs]
“What the fuck is happening in here, man?” Warren asked, his head popping in through the open doorway.
“Baby’s coming,” you said simply, snickering at the way his eyes widened comically.
“Oh, shit! It’s go time?” he asked, to which Eddie nodded frantically. “It’s go time!” Just as quickly as he’d come, he disappeared back down the hall. Faintly, you could hear him banging on everybody else’s bedroom doors and relaying the news. By the time Eddie got himself together and ushered you out into the hallway, everybody was awake.
“Is it true? It’s baby time?” Graham asked, suppressing a yawn.
“How many times–” you started, before having to clench your teeth against the pain of a contraction. One of your hands went to your stomach, eyes screwing shut, and Eddie’s grip tightened on your shoulders, steadying you. “– am I going to be asked that tonight?”
“Oh my god, it really is happening,” Graham muttered, turning a wide-eyed look towards Warren. Eddie steered you towards the stairs, Warren, Graham, and Karen following behind.
“You guys are a bunch of morons,” you said, shaking your head. “Not you, Karen.”
“I know, darling,” Karen said sympathetically from behind you.
“We’ll follow you to the hospital then?” Graham asked as you slowly made your way towards the car.
“No, that’s ridiculous,” you shook your head. “Who knows how long this is gonna take? You guys might as well get some sleep beforehand.”
“You’re the ridiculous one if you think we aren’t all coming to the hospital right now,” Camila said as she and Billy emerged from their bedroom.
“Well, I can’t stop you,” you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. “Let’s go, Roundtree.”
Warren Rojas: Don’t forget, this was before dads really ever stayed in the delivery room. I mean, they tossed Eddie’s ass right out into the waiting room with the rest of us. If I wasn’t just as nervous as he was, I would’ve laughed at all the pacing he was doing.
Karen Sirko: He practically mauled every doctor that walked by, interrogating them for information. I think they actually started avoiding our hallway after a while.
After five hours, Eddie had practically worn a groove in the linoleum tiles with all of his pacing. Occasionally, someone would try to coax him into a seat, coax a cup of coffee into his hands, but he was mostly unreceptive. After a few hours, everyone else resigned to sitting in the row of plastic chairs, watching him wear himself out.
“Mr. Roundtree?” a doctor asked, rounding the corner with a clipboard. In a fraction of a second, Eddie was standing directly in front of him, anxiously trying to get a look at the chart he was holding.
“That’s me,” he said. “You have news of my wife?”
“Congratulations, Mr. Roundtree. You have a daughter,” the doctor said, clapping Eddie on the shoulder. “Would you like to come meet her?” Numbly, Eddie nodded, and the doctor led him down the hall.
When he pushed the door to your room open, you were laying in bed, sweaty and exhausted, a little bundle of blankets with a pink hat sticking out of the top cuddled to your chest. You looked up, the brightest, weariest grin on your face as your eyes met his. Suddenly shy, Eddie idled in between the door and your bed, unsure of what to do with himself.
“Come here, dummy,” you laughed, motioning him to your side. At your invitation, the hesitation vanished, and Eddie was next to your bed in an instant.
“How’re you feeling, angel?” he asked, cupping your warm cheek as he pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
“Really fucking exhausted,” you said, laughing. “And like I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. But it’s worth it– just look at her.”
Eddie’s eyes drifted from your face and down to the infant clutched to your chest. His daughter. His daughter. Seven pounds flat, you told him, face chubby and round like the full moon that was holding court in the sky as he’d driven you to the hospital, a tuft of dark hair peeking out from beneath her little hat.
Absolutely fucking perfect.
“You wanna hold ‘er?” you asked softly, feeling all warm and melty from the way Eddie’s eyes had filled with tears as he looked at your daughter. He nodded emphatically, turning behind him to grab one of the visitor chairs and drag it up to the bed. Once he was situated, you carefully arranged the bundle of blanket and baby in his arms.
“She’s so tiny,” he laughed and then sniffled, and you grinned as reached over to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.
“Felt like she was three times this size when she was in here,” you joked, pointing to your stomach. “So, what about a name?”
“I still like the one we picked out,” Eddie said, tearing his eyes away from her to look up at you. “It suits her, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, it does,” you agreed, smiling as you brushed a finger against her velvety cheek. “Alright, let’s have the rest of the family come and meet her, then.”
Ten minutes later, Eddie came back to the two of you with the rest of the band in tow. They encircled your bed, immediately grinning and cooing at the baby.
“Everyone, meet Parker Katherin Roundtree!”
Graham Dunne: Parker was seriously the loudest baby [laughs] and I don’t mean crying! She was always just making noises, actually yelling and babbling. It was the funniest thing, we said practically since her birth that she’d be fronting her own rock band as soon as she could talk.
“Okay, close your eyes!”
“Warren, I can’t close my eyes and carry a carseat at the same time,” Eddie said. The three of you were standing on the upstairs landing of the house, you, Eddie, and Parker having just gotten home from the hospital.
“Okay, well, be surprised still,” Warren bargained and you laughed, following him down the hall. He stopped in front of the door to the unused, walk-in linen closet in the hall.
“Open it!”
You reached forward, twisting the knob and pulling the door open. Inside, the closet had been completely transformed. All of the shelves had been pulled out, making it much bigger inside, and the back wall had been painted a cheery blue, the wood paneling on the other walls painted white. Warren had put together the crib you and Eddie had bought a while back, and it was situated against the farthest wall. A little mobile of brightly colored, dangling sea creatures hung above it. A rocking chair and some ocean-themed toys had been stuffed into the little room too, and a little shelf filled with children’s books had been affixed to the wall.
You turned to Warren, tears in your eyes and a huge grin on your face. “Warren, you did all this?”
“Yeah, man,” he shrugged, like it was nothing. “I had to prove I was a good choice for godfather!”
“You didn’t have to prove anything, dummy,” you said, pulling him into the tightest hug you could manage in your still-sore state. “Thank you so, so much, War. Love you.” Eddie put Parker’s car seat on the ground so he could pull Warren into a hug next.
“I didn’t know you had such an eye for interior design, man,” he teased.
“Only the best for my goddaughter, obviously,” he returned.
You gently unbuckled Parker’s seat, lifting her into your arms so you could walk her around the little space. You pointed out every detail, from the tiny little clownfish that had been hand painted on the wood of the bookshelf, to the seashell-printed rug on the floor. Eddie and Warren stayed in the hall talking to each other, and you savored the quiet moment between just you and your daughter.
“You are already so, so loved,” you whispered into the fluffy down of her hair, resting your nose on her little head and breathing in her newborn scent. “So loved, and you don’t even know it yet.”
Y/N Roundtree: Eddie took to fatherhood like a duck to water. Seriously, I’ve never seen someone bond so completely with a baby so damn fast. It was heartwarming and even thrilling to watch; I’d always known that Eddie was the love of my life, but in those first weeks after Park was born, he really solidified for me that he was the one I was supposed to build a family with, supposed to grow old with.
Eddie Roundtree: I think I always wanted to be a dad. Somethin’ about having someone to love unconditionally and who loves you unconditionally back, maybe. Having Park meant having someone that I could make proud of me.
For the first time in the two weeks since you’d given birth to your daughter, you felt relaxed. Karen and Camila had convinced you to come out for a girls’ lunch that had quickly turned into a full afternoon of shopping and ended with a walk out on the beach. You’d stopped at about five different payphones throughout the afternoon, calling the house to make sure Eddie was still okay taking care of Parker or if he needed you to come home. He assured you every time that he was absolutely fine, and anyway he had the bright minds of Warren and Graham in the house to help him if need be. This did not reassure you all that much, but nonetheless you trusted the three musketeers with your own life, and were slowly but surely learning to trust them with your daughter’s.
When you got back home, the sun was dipping below the horizon and the house was quiet, peaceful. You were mildly surprised to see Graham and Warren in the kitchen actually attempting to cook a real dinner– they were making such a ruckus, though, that they didn’t even hear you and the girls come in. Karen and Camila entered the kitchen to investigate the scene, but you carried on towards the stairs, eager to check on your little family.
You went to yours and Eddie’s room first, but there was no sign of him or the baby there. Setting down your bag and putting your shoes away in the closet, you walked out towards Parker’s nursery. The door was closed, but the dim glow of her soft yellow lamp spilled out from under the wood. Smiling to yourself, you crept over to the door and slowly pushed it open, careful to keep quiet in case the baby was sleeping.
But surprisingly, Parker was awake. She lay snuggled in the crook of Eddie’s arm, wrapped up in the orange and yellow blanket Camila had crocheted for her. Eddie was sitting in the rocking chair, slowly rocking the two of them back and forth. The hand that wasn’t holding Parker was holding a copy of The Hobbit, which he was reading aloud to her. You stifled a laugh; it was easy to forget, sometimes, how much of a geek Eddie really was, even though that was a big reason you’d fallen for him in the first place. Especially now, when most of the world knew his smooth rockstar persona. That part of him was every bit real, of course, but looking at him cuddled up with his daughter, reading her one of his favorite books, you couldn’t help but realize that this version of Eddie might be even more real.
Eddie looked up and noticed you before you could say hello, catching the lovesick expression on your face as you leaned against the doorjamb, taking in the saccharine scene in front of you.
“Hey, angel, you have a good time today?” he asked, folding the corner of the page down to mark his place before closing the book. You stepped into the room, closing the door behind you before making your way over to him. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, and you bent down to press a kiss to the crown of his head.
“A great time,” you confirmed. “It was nice to get out of the house for a few hours. Looks like you two had a nice time, too?”
“Oh, yeah,” Eddie said. “I had to rework one of my bass lines today, so Uncle Warren had a tv marathon with Park while I worked. It was great– the two of them have the same nap time. Then I fed her and we came up here for some Hobbit time.”
“Thrilling day, then,” you grinned, pressing another kiss to the side of Eddie’s head. Parker watched the two of you, her wide, calf-like brown eyes taking you in with seeming curiosity. Those eyes would lighten up to the almost hazel of Eddie’s over the next few months. Parker would get a lot more than her eyes from Eddie– his smirk, his sensitivity, his ear for music– but you didn’t know any of that yet. This was before she was any of that, before she could grow up to resemble anyone. These were the brand new days, and you intended to savor every single second of watching her grow up and watching Eddie grow into this new role of fatherhood.
“Keep reading, baby. I wanna hear, too,” you said, settling down onto the floor beside the rocking chair and leaning your head on his knee. One of Parker’s little socked feet was poking out of the blanket and you gently grasped it, rubbing quiet little circles into the skin of her sole. Eddie opened the book back up and began reading again, the deep and wide lake of his voice filling the room.
how am i supposed to live with the knowledge that there were "stunning scenes of a highly sexual nature" of eddie & camilla that won't ever see the light of day because they were "too hot to handle".
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), dirty talk, swearing
a/n: i need him.
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"Who the fuck is that?" Eddie questions, thinly veiled fury laced within his words, and despite having your back turned, you can probably guess they're spoken through gritted teeth.
The fact that he had practically dragged you to the kitchen, as well as his hostile tone, makes you heave out a sigh, but admittedly, seeing another guy's arm around your girlfriend's waist is an understandable cause for concern. Swallowing your fears, you nervously adjust your hair and turn around to face Eddie, ready to tell him the news that had you avoiding him these past few weeks.
"My fake boyfriend. Label said I'll have to keep him around for a while, it would be beneficial to my public image or whatever, especially with the new single coming out." You start, the darkness of the quiet kitchen hiding Eddie's expression, the only source of noise being the loud, drunken hollering and cheering of The Six behind the closed door. "It's all fake. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. I just...I just didn't know how to tell you. You know I hate this just as much as you do."
You step forward, shyly reaching out and intertwining your fingers with his. For a moment, you think he won't forgive you, that he'd drop your hands and tell you that he just can't keep up with all your famous pop singer bullshit anymore. Instead, he proves you wrong, like he always does, and pulls you forward by your intertwined hands until your foreheads touch. He sighs, anger washed away by your explanation, but tension in his shoulders still very much present.
"Is this why you've been avoiding me? Jesus, you made me go crazy. For a second there, I thought it was over when I saw you with that blonde douchebag. Don't ever do that again." Eddie murmurs and you smile slightly, shaking your head.
"Noted. I'm sorry, again." You reply and he kisses your forehead, accepting your apology.
"I want us to go public." Eddie declares after a beat of peaceful silence, looking at you right in the eyes, speaking with the hard resolution of someone who's saying something that's been on their mind for a long time. "I don't want to hide anymore. I want to write songs about you, and I want you to write songs about me, and have everybody know we wrote them for each other. I don't want to love you in secret like this anymore."
Your eyes soften at his confession and you kiss him tenderly, putting every single ounce of your love into it, hoping he'd understand that you feel the same way. He leans into it, hands grabbing your waist and pulling your body against his.
"Y'know, the entire band probably knows we're an item already. I mean, we don't exactly try to hide it around them." You joke when you break apart for air, a trail of spit connecting you and Eddie's lips.
He chuckles, pupils dilated as he gazes at it, and starts to slowly corner you against Billy and Camilla's fridge.
"They do. But how about we make things clear for that boyfriend of yours too, yeah?" He whispers and you swallow when his thumb reaches out and slowly pulls your bottom lip down. You tune out the sounds coming from the other room the longer you look at him.
"Jump, baby." Eddie commands and you immediately do so, wrapping your legs around his hips and burying your hands in his hair, while he grips your ass, fully pressing you against the fridge.
He kisses you then, previous tenderness replaced with predatory hunger, as he bites and licks his way into your mouth. You let out a helpless moan, involuntarily dragging yourself across his hard-on, the feel of it on your core making you gasp.
"You're already hard?" You question in disbelief, slightly pulling away from him, eyebrows raised so high they almost reach your hairline.
He licks his lips while you speak, looking inconvenienced at your interruption.
"Been hard like a rock since I saw you in that dress, sweetheart, you just didn't see it. Too focused on your boyfriend, probably." He teases without any actual malice, but before you get the chance to scoff and tell him to fuck off, he's already kissing his way down your neck.
You can only sit there, lost in a haze of enjoyment, as he frantically drags your dress up your thighs, continuing to pepper kisses on your collarbones and cleavage. Once your dress is finally out of the way, he doesn't waste any time and cups your cunt in one large hand, making you shiver, while he drags his thumb across the wet spot of your panties.
"Is this all for me?" He asks, knowing the answer already but wanting to enjoy the satisfaction of hearing you say it.
"It's always for you." The words roll off your tongue, an unabashed truth, and he rewards you for it by pulling off your panties - but instead of dropping them on the floor, he decides to shove them in the pocket of his jeans.
His movements are quick, but you see all of it, and hit his back with your leg as a form of protest. Eddie squeezes your hips in return, stilling you immediately, but offering no explanation, only dragging his thumb across your slick entrance, eyes intently focused on it.
"Eddie, why the hell did you do tha- oh, shit." You start just as two of his fingers glide inside of you, and his thumb starts rubbing your clit in circles.
Your back arches at the feeling of his fingers pistoning in and out, as you completely disregard what you were going to say. Eddie answers anyway.
"Want my cum to be leaking out of you after this." He tells you like it's obvious, and the idea is so erotic it makes you whimper, your warm head falling back against the cold metal of the fridge.
You take a look at Eddie, not nearly as messy as you, a perfect picture of composure and self-control, and feel as if you have to rectify it. After all, you can't be the only one moaning and panting.
You grab the collars of his jacket and lean in to whisper in his ear, just as he delivers yet another precise thrust to your G-spot and another wave of pleasure hits you.
"As much as I'm enjoying this, if you don't put your cock in me right this second, I just might have to call my boyfriend." You tempt, tracing the shell of his ear with your tongue, and he catches the bait, anger coming back with a vengeance.
Suddenly, his fingers are being pulled out and the metallic clink of his belt echoes throughout every crevice in the room. Before you know it, you feel the head of his cock against your entrance and he enters you impatiently, your mouth opening in a silent scream before he catches it in a passionate kiss.
You think he's going to start out slow like usual, savouring the feel of you around him. But it seems that he has different plans for you tonight.
You groan out his name as he instead begins to pound into you mercilessly, and all you can do is hold on for dear life.
"Yeah, baby, take my fuckin' cock, just like that. Shit, I missed this tight little pussy. Missed you." He groans in your ear, alternating between kissing your neck, shoulder and jaw, the contrast between his tender touch, filthy words and brutal pace rolling your eyes back with sheer pleasure.
His thrusts move in tandem with your moans as your body slackens in his grip, letting yourself feel every single delicious inch of him inside you. Your shaking hand moves downward in an attempt to relieve your throbbing clit, but Eddie slaps it away, replacing it with his own.
"So fuckin' pretty when you're like this, sweetheart, dumb on cock. I'm the only one that gets to have you like this, yeah?" Eddie asks, voice hoarse, rubbing your clit just the way you like it.
"Yes, fuck yes, yes, yes, yes, Eddie!" You gasp out, partly as a response and partly as a plea for him to keep fucking you silly like this.
He gently slaps your clit, a satisfied smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, as he reaches forward to suck on your earlobe, and you barely have time to yelp when his pace quickens even more. The sound of skin slapping against skin is so painfully loud in the dark kitchen it makes you briefly wonder if his bandmates in the other room have already heard you, but as if reading your thoughts, Eddie speaks again.
"Let them hear what I'm doing to you, how much you love this cock. My pretty girl." He tells you, pulling out and lightly slapping your clit with the head of his cock, a gesture so uncharacteristically possessive of him, it makes you clench around nothing.
Nodding helplessly, you move your hips around in an attempt to communicate how much you want his cock back inside, and he complies, resuming his punishing pace the moment he re-enters you. You cry out, walls gripping him like a vice, nails dragging against his clothed back. He groans at the combined sensation and kisses you so hard your teeth clank against each other.
"Eds, I'm going to-" You're cut off as his cock delivers yet another precise thrust. But you don't need to finish your sentence, if the understanding glint in his eyes is any indication. He moves you around before you have any time to process what's happening and you're suddenly being laid on the countertop - face down, ass up - and he enters you just as his hand buries itself in your hair, yanking, but not enough to hurt, as you feel your whole body being manhandled upright, your back pressed against his chest.
Your blurry eyes catch sight of the kitchen entrance, and it clicks, just as you feel your climax take hold - anyone could walk in right now and see you getting fucked like a whore by Eddie Roundtree himself, bent over the countertop.
And that's exactly what Eddie wants.
"Cum for me, baby, c'mon. Let go for me." He urges behind you, panting due to his own impending orgasm, and you do just that. As your ears start ringing and your vision turns white, you can briefly recognize his voice coaxing you through it. You lean your head against his shoulder when you feel him follow shortly after, releasing inside of you.
The kitchen is comfortingly quiet as both of you calm down from your respective orgasms. Eddie presses kisses at the back of your head, a silent apology for his slightly rough treatment, and you turn your head, kissing his cheek in return.
You're about to tell him that you love him when the kitchen door opens and your fake boyfriend Anthony (or was it Aaron?) appears at the threshold, eyes widening in shock as he takes in the sight in front of him. You avert your eyes down in embarrassment, but Eddie moves his hand towards him in a shooing gesture, a toothy smile on his face that only emerges when he knows he's being a prick and loving it.
"Do you mind? Me and my girl were having a moment."
The guy nods shakily and leaves, the look on his face so bewildered it almost makes you feel bad.
"Eddie..." You sigh and he laughs, prideful, the sound of his uninhibited laughter making butterflies flutter in your stomach. "That was so unnecessary."
Billy and Daisy are the fucking epitome of all those unhinged fucked up codependent doomed to fail from the start relationships that tumblr is so obsessed with and I'm watching them like I would a huge car crash right in front of me fascinated and simply unable to avert my eyes but the one person that I truly admire in this story is Camila she's the true heart and functions as the centre of the band and their little family and it only works because she's so sure of who she is and what she wants she's so self assured which does not mean that she's never without any doubts but she possesses an inherent trust in herself that I really truly admire because it's something that I myself lack Billy and Daisy are both broken and unsure of who they are or afraid of who they might become and simultaneously afraid to go too far but also not able to hold back and Camila is able to see right trough them and because she knows what she wants and she's not afraid to take it she's able to later function as a kind of safety net and catch both of them before they fall too far and out of her reach and set them straight unto the right path and does this even make sense basically this is a very roundabout way of saying that I really fucking love and admire Camila Dunne and hope that one day I can be even half of the woman that she is
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