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@r0undtree
ᶤ ᶠᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑠
ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕
ˢᵖᵉᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 .
#R0UNDTREE : an independent , highly selective & mutually exclusive roleplay blog for eddie roundtree / loving from taylor jenkins reid's novel and amazon prime's series daisy jones and the six . written by sofi , 22 , she / her . minors & personals dni .
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i'm moving eddie to my multi @wildkissed !! feel free to follow, i'll be selectively replying to some of my drafts there and if you wish to reply to something i posted for you, just tag my multi <3
ok besties u got 5 replies from me today see u next month
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. camila knows that billy has checked out , that something else is going on . . she knows he has something with daisy, but that’s the extent of it ? is he simply having a good time with someone who he makes music with or is he doing something else ? so many secrets had built up between them & it felt like all at once camila noticed it. coming home late , talking to daisy at all hours on the phone , favouring time at the studio & not home with his family. never would camila want to begrudge her husband of what he loved , but at one point does he realize he’s placed his own family on the back burner. it’s this realization , a consideration only in it’s infancy , that drove camila to want a secret of her own. in truth , going to that party she hadn’t know what would happen & she certainly didn’t expect it to happen with eddie. ; ( as the emotional connection between her & billy felt as if it slipped away so did her desire to be physical with him. she kissed him , she hugged him , but she always made excuses not to sleep with him. it felt distant , it felt . . like she’d be betraying what was really felt inside. )
the kiss was interrupted, her heart skipping a beat when door opens & the two of them are forced to pretend what almost happened didn’t. eyes look back out over the balcony , chest tightening with the idea of what she’d do to feel close to someone right now. camila had to ask: was her emotional well being worth the cheating ? or the bigger question: should she be forced to give up that part of herself for a man who couldn’t say the same ? ❛ your room . . ❜ says voice , head turning to peer toward billy in a window who huddled with others & seems to be laughing. not noticing her absence. eyes turn toward eddie, ❛ yeah , yeah. let’s go. ❜
there's nothing he wants more than to be there for camila, and for a moment the want is enough to make everything else fade away : the uncertainty, the morality of their situation. if camila wants this, then fuck everything else. eddie can feel his heart on his throat as he waits for a response, bracing himself for rejection, even when there's a small part of himself that won't let go of the hopefulness. hearing the affirmative feels like the first breath of fresh air in a long time. ( in a way, he's been drowning since the last time they were together. ) eyes search camila's features for a glimpse of doubt of hesitation, but he's not able to find any. it makes him wonder if the distance between them has created bridges worse than anticipated, or if there's none. eddie wants to do it, but he doesn't think he would be able to forgive himself for hurting camila.
“ wait — ” he says, wanting to kick himself. it's visible on his facial expression, a complicated frown decorating his face. “ are you sure about this ? ” about us, he means. eddie has been sure about camila since they were children, but he's painfully aware that she can't say the same. “ i just ... don't want you to regret this. ” words are whispered, the admission feels too mortifying to be said out loud. allowing himself a single touch, his finger brushes against her cheekbone softly. despite how desperate he feels, he needs them to be on the same page. eddie doesn't think he would survive camila not wanting this as much as he does.
@r0undtree sent "just because you want something to happen, doesn't mean it's going to"
"come on, please?" julia asked. years after her own project, daisy confessed that she wanted to reunite the band and maybe work on another album. daisy already had warren and karen on board, now it was up to the rest of the group. julia had been hanging out with warren when she brought up the idea and he obviously didn't take it well, though she couldn't really blame him.
"daisy's gonna be there. she's gonna keep billy in check. maybe. hopefully," she said. "you cannot possibly hold a grudge for that long."
“ julia. ” eddie says it like it's a warning, as they're entering uncharted territory. it's not about lack of curiosity, or willingness for that matter. there's a part of him that's itching to say yes, the same eddie that sometimes lies awake at night, reminiscing about his time with the six. they had been his family for some many years, it felt weird to do anything without them. but eddie moved on, built a life for himself doing things he actually wanted to do. “ it's not about holding a grudge. i have a job and i like doing it, ” it's almost like he's trying to convince himself and not camila's daughter. “ you're asking me to give all of my power and knowledge away to just play bass for someone else's songs. i won't do that. ” if he ever played again, eddie would have to be the one producing the songs. he was not making the same mistake twice, no matter how hard julia tried to convince him.
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❛ i knew you would be here. ❜ for bones
“ i’ll tell you what, sherlock holmes, ” sarcasm taints his words, where else would he be? “ you are unbelievable. ” his gaze only lifts from the switchboard to look across the venue to where the spotlight hits daisy’s mark — skilled fingers adjust the temperature, a warmer hue for the lead singer, not that she’ll stay within the confines of the light. bones is in for a chase; one onstage, and possibly another one offstage. he’s running a few minutes behind, sound check for tonight’s show imminent as the talent begins to trickle in in varied states of hungover. despite his apparent concentration, the smile on his face however, is very much directed towards his spectator. a quick toggle, and the stage goes dark, as expected before the set starts. he can breathe easy again, step away from the console, arms fold before the — bassist? rhythm guitarist? it’s hard to keep track these days. “ gotta do my best to give phoenix a good show. god knows you guys won’t. ”
exes with feelings prompts.
sarcasm is met with an easy going smile, regardless of eddie's prideful nature, he knows not to take offense to words that lack venom. “ hey, i was right. you're here. ” never mind the fact that bones could rarely be found somewhere else. except on his free time, of course, and now eddie can't help but wonder how his life looks like outside of lighting the stage for the six. maybe he should give bones a call, after the tour. “ don't flatter yourself, we could play in the dark and the crowd would still go crazy. ” eddie likes to think he might have something to do with that, although it would be foolish to take full credit when they're playing with daisy jones. there's a lot to be said about her, but daisy's stage presence is unmatched. it makes billy angry, and consequently, eddie happy. “ what are you doing after the show ? ” question comes out of nowhere, yet not far from his previous curiosity. it had never occurred to him to ask any of their backstage crew, but bones seems like he would have an interesting answer.
“ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ”
Camila always told herself the next time she got pregnant, she'd be ready. Life seemed to have other plans though. Everything seemed to be repeating itself: She was in a new relationship, they were just getting their footing, and now they were throwing a baby into the mix? This time she felt an odd sense of calm. She wasn't afraid that she'd have to go through it alone. She was excited. "I had this entire plan on how I was going to tell you," she laughed softly, shaking her head. Camila was excited to finally get the life she'd always wanted with the person she'd always wanted deep down. She leaned in to give Eddie a gentle kiss. "Congrats, dad."
eddie's still not completely convinced this isn't a dream. ( since the relationship with camila started, he had found himself more often than not laying awake at night, hearing her breathing, and wondering if he had somehow gotten into a coma and this new life was a product of his mind, trying to keep him happy. nothing more than an illusion. ) as happiness overcomes him, it strikes him that this is real. he could never imagine the sense of joy that was going through his body in that moment. “ did i ruin it ? ” despite the concern, the smile on his face seems impossible to erase. “ you're not joking, right ? you're pregnant ? ” it feels impossible and exhilarating at the same time. he's laughing then, picking camila up from the waist and spinning around a couple of times. “ oh, that sounds so weird. but good ! good weird. ”
@r0undtree said “did we have something scheduled and i forgot?”
being the tour manager for the six was comparable to herding a flock of headless chickens into their coop, a near impossible endeavour getting them all in the right place at the right time. if it wasn’t daisy oversleeping or not turning up to soundcheck on time, it was eddie and warren locked in some local bar far beyond the time they had passed out in there. rod often felt like a circus leader of a bunch of unruly animals, but that was his game — and it was what he loved and loathed all at the same time.
“oh, yeah. nothing important. just a press conference promoting your show at a little venue called madison square fucking garden.” rod’s voice got louder and louder as his words went on, cigarette hanging from his lips as he grabs eddie’s shoulders and turns him in the right direction. “get in the fucking bus, man.”
“ you know, rod, ” eddie starts, almost wincing at the loud noises because of his hangover. it's usually a lot more manageable when days start at around three p.m for sound check. honestly, being booked for anything before the afternoon is a risk, so who's really at fault here ? “ it's not like they're gonna ask us any questions ! ” an important reminder, one that anyone who isn't billy or daisy has been able to notice. it mostly feels like warren, graham, karen and him are simply there as background noise. still, eddie follows the orders and starts to get in the bus. before he's completely there, he turns around to rod one last time. “ next time, just make sure to get daisy and billy there. they can do their thing and we get some extra sleep. ”
"those two still owe me a song"// independent, private & selective camila alvarez dunne from 'daisy jones & the six' // written by eri // muse and mun 18+ // minors dni // promo by the incredible plutocommissions
𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 , but she wasn't inexperienced by any means. no , she has had her fair share of gigs and performances. maybe they had never been at this size but it was all the same in the end.
❝ maybe so - but i think we all bring something to the table. experienced or not. ❞ the woman finally replies. ❝ that being said , i am willing to listen to the advice you seem to have. always want to take advantage when it is extended to me. ❞
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eddie didn't mean to sound harsh, but despite his short time working as a producer, it didn't take long to learn that most artists thought they knew better. he certainly feels sorry for all of the people who had to work with them back then, it was always difficult to try and deal with an ego bigger than the room they were standing in. but it's in that moment that he realizes he might've misjudged savannah blake.
“ no, you're right. ” she was the artist, anyway, and that had to count for something. “ and hey, knowing what you want is a step in the right direction. ” because eddie had met many musicians who seemed lost, hoping someone would thrust them in the right direction. maybe that's why teddy sought daisy's help back in the day. “ i'm just saying ... pop can be repetitive, you wanna make sure every song in the album is unique. ” maybe even get her to experiment a little with different genres.
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@r0undtree ; ‘ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ’ ( ask prompts )
she’d spent a considerable amount of time staring at the gaps between her fingers. the divides kept her grip: slipping. what a thing; she breathes her sorrow and sighs as if those muted volumes might translate what her heart cannot allow her mind to believe. if not for his ears, her composure might have fooled them both. ––– but he knows her idiosyncrasies well. and she, a paradigm of control, had already begun to unravel. she knows: faith will always be tested; ignorance, coddled.
she refused to submit to a life of blind complacency. she’d never settle for that kind of superficial lie. if the pain ran deep, it’s because it mattered. her life, their promise, that faith: mattered. so, let it bleed. from her eyes, from their wounds, and from that frayed hope that is rooted so deeply within her heart.
“ oh, eddie, i can’t help but wonder if i’m the fool after all … ”
because even as her heart bleeds over billy, he’s there for mending, and she allows him to pass the tape.
“ hey, don't say that. ” words are muttered softly, in spite of the burning rage that seethes beneath the surface. if anyone is the fool, it's billy, for betraying the trust of the most honest woman eddie's ever met. or maybe they all are, in that moment eddie feels like the fool with the slowest heart, refusing to let go of his feelings for camila even when she's married, pregnant with a child that's not his. “ i'm sorry i didn't — i didn't know how to — i should've told you, cami. i'm sorry. ” eddie takes a seat reluctantly at her side, outside of the shitty motel they've been staying at.
eyes search the sky and he wonders why none of them ever did something about it. the first time billy broke his vows in front of them, one of them should've confronted him. instead, they all choose to look the other way and act like it wasn't happening. it's too late to change things now. no question seems right to ask, and eddie feels himself falling into an uncomfortable silence after that.
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eddie wasn't the only one who'd been suffocating. somedays, camila would wake up and feel like her lungs were filled with water. like she was ophelia, drowning underwater. but she wasn't. and she couldn't allow herself to be weighted down by worries and struggles - she was a mother, a mother of three beautiful girls. she had to be there for them. and for the band, they needed someone. this was the proof. even strong and willful eddie needed someone. offering him a small smile as she leans in to kiss his cheek. she understands if he needs to leave ... even if she wishes he would stay, she understands it more than she'd ever share with anyone but her own most inner thoughts.
" you'll see her again, i promise. if you want to, of course. " she wasn't here to force the girls, or herself, down anyone's throats. they deserved to be around people who wanted them - but she knows eddie does, she can see it in his bleeding eyes right now. as if she can share his pain just by the look of him. feel how his heart aches in his ribs. gently squeezing his hand, head tilted. " you're going to find great happiness, eddie. i know this - or i'll come kick your ass. "
camila was the reason eddie stayed for so long. possibilities were always lingering, refusing to let go of the hope that having her around would make it all worth it. but then the dynamic between them shifted, made his feelings deeper, more tangible. suddenly, the weight on his shoulders was closer to becoming unbearable every day. until it did. “ camila, i don't think there's a version of me in the universe that wouldn't want to keep you two close. ” that wasn't the question that needed an answer. because they both knew it was always a yes. eddie needed to know if he was allowed this, a small part of camila in his life, if it wouldn't be a burden too heavy to carry. he knew, deep down, that billy would always come first.
attempting a weak version of a smile, not able to reach his eyes, eddie thinks of himself as see through. there's nothing that could hide the deep want settled into his bones, visible in his downcast gaze as he looks back into camila's eyes. he wants to say maybe i won't so i can see you again, but he swallows the words. “ i'll try. so you don't come and kick my ass. ” but there's an undeniable truth : how could he ever find happiness if it's not with her ? eddie doesn't think it's possible. he'll leave the band and become a producer somehow and all he will be able to feel is barely fulfilled, as camila sits in the same city as him, miles away, laughing at the dinner table with her daughters and her husband. “ i don't need to say it back, do i ? i think you already found great happiness. ” despite everything, he's glad. if anyone deserves it, it's camila dunne.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘. 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 , by billy mostly , as an invader that he didn’t want stepping in to begin with. her with her new ideas , her with her changing of his songs , her with the confidence & audacity to stand on her own two feet , look him in the eyes, & say whatever the fuck she wanted about anything ! billy was the so-called leader & daisy tended to challenge the authority he believed he had whenever possible. while the friction wasn’t always nice , daisy wasn’t going to lie & say that , on some level close to the surface , it amused her. ( the band needed someone like her. someone to go toe to toe with billy & someone who who has the possibility to make real change for the better. ) hands lower , head too , as she begins rummaging through her almost comically large bag. cigarettes, cigarettes, where are they ?! ah ! ; ❛ havin’ money is nice , but it isn’t everything. ❜ fingers pluck a cigarette from its case , lighter flame held to the end. a deep breath , an exhale of smoke. ❛ i grew up with money & it didn’t do me much good. my parents threw it at me , gave me whatever i wanted , to get me to go away. ❜ would eddie notice the lack of previous discussion on her family life now ? another long drag of her cigarette as a smile pressed to her lips: ❛ billy really bothers you that much , huh ? i mean, i get it. he seems like he always has a stick up his ass . . ❜ shoulders give a small shrug , smoke pushing through her nose. ❛ what’d he do to you ? ❜ besides marry a girl you obviously have eyes for.
daisy jones was in the cover of at least one magazine the last time eddie visited the store, yet this is the first time he's learning something of value about her. ( granted, he isn't one to spend his free time leisurely flicking through magazines. ) it occurs to him that for someone with her level of fame, the general public would do anything for a piece of information such as the one that's coming out of daisy's mouth. but the bassist doesn't plan on betraying the trust of any of his bandmates any time soon, he simply listens to what she has to say, unsure of how to respond. it turns out an answer isn't necessary, because the next topic manages to catch his attention completely. “ i guess. ” his distaste for billy's behavior had become more clear the past few months, impossible to contain himself when someone like daisy presented the opportunity for constructive criticism. “ he didn't do anything to me, he's just an asshole who thinks he owns the band. ” and sometimes eddie can't help but wonder if that's their own fault. for never speaking up when it mattered, for thinking billy knew better since the beginning. it makes him wonder if that's how camila feels too. like she can't stop loving him because, at a certain point, things had been different. anyway, he tries not to think too much about that. “ it looks like it bothers you too. ” maybe not as much, from eddie had seen.
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there's an enjoyable buzzing settling across his body, still a couple of drinks in but skirting the line of what should be considered prudent, a definition that tends to become blurry in places like that. own thoughts are clouded, fighting against the alcohol consumed and the couple of bumps done alongside warren, graham and karen in the sketchy bathroom. now that he thinks about it, he's not sure where any of them went. it doesn't seem to matter, because camila is in front of him talking, and eddie's pretending to listen, despite how own mind keeps getting sidetracked about how beautiful she looks, even under dim lighting. it feels like fighting against the current whenever she comes closer and eddie has to act like he's not imagining coming even closer.
prompt : [ taunt ] sender is taunting receiver, slowly moving in closer to their lips with no intention of kissing them, to see how far they’re willing to go.
the closeness is enough for eddie to smell her perfume, to count the freckles that rest on her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, that grow more visible whenever there's warm weather. ever since moving to california, he has noticed them more and more. after so many years of friendship, there's not a side of her that doesn't feel familiar to him. he knows how it feels when camila moves closer to give him a hug, to whisper a secret to his ear. and now, the closeness between them feels charged. “ cami ... ” voice is cautious, breathing erratic. her name sounds like a question. she feels magnetic, and eddie finds himself helplessly pulled into her orbit. he wonders how it would feel like to push himself a little further and kiss her, yet just as quickly, the thought is gone, replaced by a sense of confusion that feels upsetting. “ i think you might be drunk. ” it's easier to pass it off as a joke, because the other option is too hurtful to even think about. to think about camila taking advantage of his feelings ( has he really been that obvious ? has she known this whole time ? ) for what, some sort of entertainment ? eddie feels obligated to divert his gaze, taking a step away even when he doesn't really want to. “ where's billy ? ” ( @slaughtyr )
i think im gonna go down to double spacing bc sometimes i feel like i write too much and im embarrassed so double spacing will make it look shorter <3
