highttowers

[highttowers]

well, my boyfriend's in a band. -> e.roundtree

WARNINGS: maybe some profanities

SYNOPSIS: Nobody thinks the thing between you and Eddie can be as pure and real as you say it is. word count: 1,323

NOTES: written for this request!

A lot of people talked about you and Eddie, now that you were publicly together, but none of them knew what they were saying. They spun the story like it was as old as time, unchangeable, inevitable, as sure a disaster as whatever or whoever they were comparing you to in the moment. Him, a rockstar, high on the enormous tide of fame and cocaine, a man who could have anything in the world at the snap of his fingers. You, a couple of years younger, elusive writer from the Los Angeles scene, enigmatic partier– naïve, obviously getting taken for a ride.

It never occurred to any of them that a man like Eddie Roundtree could be truly, inescapably gone for you. Why devote yourself to one girl when you could have as many as you wanted at any time? People had been asking that question about Billy Dunne for the Six’s entire career, and they couldn’t believe another band member was making the same ‘mistake’. Fame should mean freedom. As if getting to give your all to someone and receive their all in return wasn’t a kind of freedom in of itself.  

Let them talk. What difference did it make to you? 

When you stepped onto the tour bus, the afterparty was already in full swing. You hadn’t been able to catch the show because your flight had gotten in too late, but it didn’t matter; you’d be joining Eddie on tour for the next few months, so you had plenty of shows in your future. All you cared about was getting to your man. You located him sitting on the far corner of the couch, squished in with Graham and Warren and Warren’s girl of the night. You had spotted him before he spotted you, and you took a moment to take in the face you hadn’t been able to see since the tour started. His warm brown eyes crinkled in laughter, the sweep of his burnt sugar hair over his forehead. He was so beautiful it made your breath catch every time you allowed yourself to drink him in like that. 

“(y/n)!” Warren shouted, being the one to notice you first in the fray of the party, pointing to you with one long finger as if the shout wasn’t enough. Eddie’s head whipped around, and his mouth stretched into the widest grin at the sight of you. You returned the smile with your own, squeezing through the small, packed crowd until you landed right in his lap. 

Eddie’s arms instantly went around your waist, hands settling warm and solid on your lower back. Yours went loosely around his shoulders, your head dipping down to a well-received kiss. His eyes were bloodshot and he was half gone to whatever booze and drugs he’d done already, but even through the haze of inebriation they were settled on you. 

“You’re here, I can breathe again,” he said, voice lazy. He was leaned all the way back, head resting on the window behind him, like it was the first time his body had been able to relax in weeks. You lifted your palm to his cheek, rubbing your thumb gently along his lower lip, curved up in that little smirk of his. 

You bent your face close to him so that only he could hear you. “Missed you, too, baby boy.”

Eddie leaned over the side of the couch, and when he came back up he was holding his lighter– red, engraved with his name in gold, a gift from you shortly after you had started dating– and a joint. He lifted the joint and you took it in your lips, he grabbed your chin and held your face gently with his guitar-calloused fingers as he lit it for you. You took a long drag, exhaling only after the joint was between Eddie’s lips. 

Eddie’s hands went back to your waist, skimming up beneath your shirt and skating across your spine. The whole time he’d been away and you’d been stuck in Los Angeles without him, you’d felt unmoored, but you hadn’t realized the extent of it until you were finally back in his arms, back with your anchor. This was where you were meant to be, and Eddie felt that just as much as you did. 

The next night, you stood in the wings with Rod watching the band play. They were all mesmerizing in their own ways, especially, of course, Daisy and Billy singing together, but your eyes never left Eddie. He always exuded confidence, but never more so than when he was onstage, and it was intoxicating to see. He wore that cocky smirk on his face, the one that either made you want to smack him or kiss him and nothing in between, his body moving as one with the bass. He’d never wanted to play the instrument, you knew, but god did he play it like it had been made specifically for him. 

Any chance he got, his eyes were on you, even onstage, even in the middle of a song. As the song came to an end, he caught your eye for the hundredth time that night, bringing his hand to his mouth and blowing a kiss into the wings for you. You laughed, pretending to catch it and press it to your heart, making him grin before he had to turn away and start playing the next song. 

“That guy’s got it fuckin’ bad for you, huh,” Rod observed, and you snorted. 

“Mm, he better,” you nodded. 

Eddie made a beeline for you as soon as the show was over, shedding his bass on the way and scooping you up in his arms. You squeezed him tightly, laughing as he picked you up off the floor and spun you around. When he set you back down on the ground, you grabbed his face and kissed him, skin warm from the lights and exertion everywhere you touched, hair sweaty where your fingers tangled with it at the nape of his neck. 

“You were enthralling,” you told him once you had pulled away. 

“That was my best show so far,” he said, “Had to pull out all the stops because I knew my girl was watching.”

“Well, you really blew me away,” you laughed. “But you blow me away every time, you always will.” 

You two skipped the afterparty that night, instead heading straight to Eddie’s hotel room. You needed just each other, alone, away from the hecticness of tour. You wanted Eddie all to yourself, you always did, and Eddie would give you as much of himself as he could at every chance, just as you did for him. That’s why you found him so easy to love; he knew what you needed from him, and was nearly tripping over himself to give it to you. 

The next morning, you were in a diner with Eddie catching a quick breakfast before the buses had to leave. Your eyes scanned the newspaper rack in boredom as you waited for your food, and your mouth drew up into a smirk as you spotted something familiar. 

You grabbed the tabloid and turned, showing it to Eddie. On the front was a photo of him on stage from the night before, eyes turned towards the wings, hand extended mid-gesture as he blew you a kiss. A smaller photo was superimposed in the corner, catching the two of you walking out of the venue later that night, your arm looped through the crook of his elbow as you walked back to the hotel. The headline was something invasive and completely false about your relationship, but you ignored it. 

“They love to talk about us,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

“These pictures are pretty good, actually,” Eddie said, grabbing the tabloid to get a better look. “I should get in touch with them and ask if I can have some copies of ‘em.”

tag list: @eonnyx

#this was so beautifully written #everything about it was so smooth #love love love this #every eddie girl read this rn challenge #daisy jones and the six #djats #eddie roundtree #eddie loving #💋 — reblogs #❣️ — other/misc. #🍃 — times of day

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Happy Friday have we talked about “you talked me under the table” as in she was drunk on his promises while he remained unaffected, like when you say that someone is drinking you under the table as in they hold their liquor so seemingly well that you can’t keep up with them you’re so inebriated while they seem completely unaffected????

#i would’ve died for your sins but this post killed me #every new facet of this album that someone decodes has me weeping #the tortured poets department #💋 — reblogs #🧣 — taylor swift

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tryna guess which song matches with canes and hats.

#i’m 98% sure it’s bdilh #taylor swift #the eras tour #ttpd #💋 — reblogs #🧣 — taylor swift

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I LOVE YOU, IT’S RUINING MY LIFE;

HEY APPLE MUSIC, welcome to my “I Love You, It’s Ruining My Life” playlist. This is a list of songs that are about getting so caught up in the idea of something that you have a hard time seeing the red flags, possibly resulting in moments of denial and maybe a little bit of delusion. Results may vary.

#one week reblog #💋 — reblogs #🧣 — taylor swift

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I can write a fanfiction of over 1k words but if you asked me to write a 300 word essay I would give up instantly.

#i would 100% cry and then write like 3k words of fan fiction to calm myself down #💋 — reblogs #🌿 — diary entries #❣️ — other/misc.

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i love them so much..........

#baldur's gate 3 #karlach #karlach x tav #artists on tumblr #support artists #💋 #💋 — reblogs #❣️ #❣️ — other/misc.

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for everyone who has read the Steve Nicks intro poem…

James “he brings joy” Potter

Lily “she brings shakespeare” Evans

#james definitely brings something to lily idk if it’s joy those first few years shdvsjsbs #💋 — reblogs #❣️ — other/misc.

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I am deeply obsessed with the manuscript as the closing track of the anthology. returning to that first big life altering heartbreak, the one that inspired some of the most acclaimed and beloved work of her career, but it's a distant past now and it's almost as though it happened to someone else. and then, in the wake of all the intense loss and turbulence that the past two hours have documented, she knows what the agony was for. because just like all that now remains of that past relationship is the art that came out of it — including all too well, a song that was changed for her over the years into something beautiful and joyful — one day all that will remain of this period will be this manuscript, this album and all its feelings that eventually won't even be hers anymore but will belong to her past self and to its future listeners.

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #❣️ — other/misc. #🧣 — taylor swift

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james “knows how to ball” potter

regulus “knows aristotle” black

#marauders #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #💋 — reblogs #❣️ — other/misc. #🧣 — taylor swift

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Also I'm sorry but if your take away from the album is she was defending Matty I can't help you she literally calls him the smallest man who's ever lived and says he deserves PRISON. But daddy I love him is a song once again about her reaffirming her agency as a human being. Can you imagine having the breakdown of your life you're actively in a manic episode and your own fans are turning on you and insisting they know better for you 😭 she hates Matty and imo clearly regrets her involvement with him but that doesn't make the criticism she almost alone shouldered was fair. If she weren't Taylor Swift™️ she could've done this privately like any other person and no one would be any the wiser. Bc of her fame and status that's impossible! And it is dehumanizing and not entirely fair to her and she is allowed to have feelings about this and push back

#prev!!!! #💋 — reblogs #🧣 — taylor swift

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#sorry to break your 420 notes but this was too good #💋 — reblogs #🧣 — taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department

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#whoop #💋 — reblogs #🍃 — times of day #❣️ — other/misc.

[highttowers]

I LOVE YOU, IT’S RUINING MY LIFE;

HEY APPLE MUSIC, welcome to my “I Love You, It’s Ruining My Life” playlist. This is a list of songs that are about getting so caught up in the idea of something that you have a hard time seeing the red flags, possibly resulting in moments of denial and maybe a little bit of delusion. Results may vary.

#taylor swift #taylorswift #the tortured poets department #i love you its ruining my life #apple music playlists #tsedit #typography #lyric posting #taylor swift lyrics #tswiftgraphic #my edit #tuserstella #rogerhealey #pippamints #tuserchloe #userkarolina #tusermels #🧣 — taylor swift

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ttpd comes out in like 24 hours,, i have never been so emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically prepared and unprepared for something in my life

#the gif is honestly a perfect representation #i feel like an absolute MADMAN SCRAMBLING to figure out SOMETHING #and now the music video????? #taylor swift #taylorswift #the tortured poets department

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fave lyrics today?

logical; olivia rodrigo

kill you to try, aurora, the river; daisy jones & the six

the cryptic lyrics taylor swift keeps dropping from the torture poets department

#taylor swift #taylorswift #the tortured poets department #(why did it take me so long to respond to this dudbeisbs) #🌿 — diary entries

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Had to do Daisy jones and the six version of this

#each of these are canon as far as fanfic goes #just putting that out there #maybe i should do a djats fic??? #i’m sorry i’m an eddie girlie #💋 — reblogs #❣️ — other/misc.

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workshop willy :)

#this mannnn i swearrrrrr #💋 — reblogs #🐻 — five nights at freddy’s