I got the things I wanted, it's just not what I imagined
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@viranellee
I got the things I wanted, it's just not what I imagined
Still salty that the Daisy Jones series improved Eddie's character from the book but gave him a worse ending than his book counterpart had.
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!
PRETTY WOMAN (1990) DAISY JONES & THE SIX (2023)
RILEY KEOUGH for Vanity Fair
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!!
i'm sorry but daisybilly shippers terrify me
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
DJATS APPRECIATION WEEK, day seven free day: karengraham as tracks on midnights ✧
DAISY JONES & THE SIX Track 6: "Whatever Gets You Thru The Night"
DJATS appreciation week, day three favorite romantic relationship: karen & graham + book quotes
Every story has an ending And it’s not our job to stay DESTINY • CHOICE • CHANCE [insp.]
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".
do i shoot straight (or do i cheat fate?)
synopsis: jealousy is a good look on eddie.
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."
"I know. I don't really care, though."
this is me defending camila dunne on every social media site
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