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Up late thinking about lucy gray 🚬

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Tom Blyth in plainclothes (2025)

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“well, i was raised by a very smart woman,” the cowboy explains with a sheepish smile, crediting no one but his mother for the kind of man he’s become. she was an empath and instilled certain values in him. he often wonders what she’d think of him if she could see him now, a wanted man but with his heart in the right place. he can only hope she’d still be proud of him. “wish you could’ve met her. she would’ve loved you.” then again, who doesn’t love lucy gray? how can anyone be immune to her charm? “not always, but thank you.” blushing at the compliment, he thinks about all the terrible things he’s done in his life, all the wrong choices, and feels better about them knowing that lucy gray doesn’t see him as a heartless criminal. “i admire that, lucy gray. i really do. but i have a feeling you’re judgin’ yourself too harshly. you was a baby before. you’re still very young. you can’t expect a baby to be courageous,” he softly assures, not knowing exactly what she’s talking about but doubting she’s ever been a coward. “again, i’m sorry ‘bout the show. i really wanted to hear more of it. you look beautiful tonight, by the way. with these feathers in your hair and this skirt. you look like a beautiful bird when you twirl ‘round like this,” he whispers in her ear, slowing the horse back to a trot when he realizes they aren’t being followed and are far enough from town. “i’m good. the guitar’s not a problem.” though, it is more difficult to hold her with it in the way, but he gets to hold her in the first place so he won’t complain. “think someone got me in the lip, though. it’s swellin’.” at least the bleeding’s stopped.

feeling like she can’t reach him fast enough, hands clutch his shirt when she’s sure she nearly crashes into him. “i’m okay, are you? you scared me,” the brunette breathes, flinching when the glass gets thrown, curling into him while slipping her arm out to cover his head in return. “all the way over there.” pointing to the left side of the hob, left side of the stage where a door leads through the hallway then eventually the exit. “come on, be careful,” and hurry before they start targeting him…lucy gray quickly grabs his arm, tugging him with her as she leads. ducking every time something gets thrown their way, pushing through bodies writhing recklessly and fighting. her heart feeling like it’s going to burst out of her chest, chased by fear and determination to get out of this building alive and in one piece, to live to see another day and keep billy unscathed more than he already isn’t. the door doesn’t budge for some reason once her hands collide into it, looking to her left and picking up the chair she finds before slamming it into the door handle. the door creaks open and the leg of the chair crashes splitting apart, stepping over it she successfully pushes the door open this time and gestures him to get in the dimly candle lit hallway.

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Tom Blyth photographed by Juan Naharro, poses for a portrait session during the Atlantida Mallorca Film Fest at the Hotel Victoria Gran Meliá (2025).

more HQ photos without watermarks here.

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Tom Blyth attends the 'Plainclothes' photocall during the Atlantida Mallorca Film Fest 2025 at Parc de la Mar on July 31, 2025 in Palma de Mallorca, Spain (x).

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“it’s one of those tales as old as time, lucy gray. men either want to impress someone or try and prove themselves somethin’, and nobody ever teaches them how to deal with what’s happening right here,” he pauses and taps the left side of his chest, where the heart is, “don’t think they’ll ever change,” the outlaw concludes with a sigh, shaking his head. they’re embarrassing, the likes of billy taupe. “you’re one brave songbird, lucy gray. thank you for savin’ my life tonight.” the rope comes free just as the stallion begins to shift impatiently, restless from the commotion. hearing the gun shots, billy doesn’t stall any longer and swings up in one smooth motion, the leather creaking under his weight, her guitar carefully tucked between their bodies. without as much as a backward glance, he guides the horse into a quick, sure trot, as not to attract too much attention first as sundance carries them away from the chaos. adrenaline rushing through his veins, he leans a bit forward and urges the horse to speed up the moment the glow of the hob’s lanterns dips behind them. sundance surges from a steady walk into a pounding gallop, hooves striking sparks off the hardpan. he tightens his grip around lucy gray’s waist, the wind tearing at her hair and stealing his breath. the night opens wide before them, moonlight spilling over the empty trail, the only sound the rush of air and the relentless drumming of hooves. his lip has begun to swell, he can feel it thrumming and still he presses it to the back of lucy gray’s head. “you okay? truly?”

feeling like she can’t reach him fast enough, hands clutch his shirt when she’s sure she nearly crashes into him. “i’m okay, are you? you scared me,” the brunette breathes, flinching when the glass gets thrown, curling into him while slipping her arm out to cover his head in return. “all the way over there.” pointing to the left side of the hob, left side of the stage where a door leads through the hallway then eventually the exit. “come on, be careful,” and hurry before they start targeting him…lucy gray quickly grabs his arm, tugging him with her as she leads. ducking every time something gets thrown their way, pushing through bodies writhing recklessly and fighting. her heart feeling like it’s going to burst out of her chest, chased by fear and determination to get out of this building alive and in one piece, to live to see another day and keep billy unscathed more than he already isn’t. the door doesn’t budge for some reason once her hands collide into it, looking to her left and picking up the chair she finds before slamming it into the door handle. the door creaks open and the leg of the chair crashes splitting apart, stepping over it she successfully pushes the door open this time and gestures him to get in the dimly candle lit hallway.

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“pat should just take a shower or somethin’. maybe that would help. or stop bein’ dramatic and such a giant crybaby? don’t you worry ‘bout him, he’ll be just fine, babe. bed bugs don’t carry no serious diseases,” the cowboy assures, refraining from winking, leaning in and kissing lucy gray’s curls when she gets into his personal space to look at what’s happening with pat. “i’m thinkin’ jesse’s plannin’ on runnin’ away with us, ain’t he? jesse?” billy reaches over, tapping the blond’s knee to get his attention. he’s got his mouth full of bread and only nods vigorously, snickering as they tease the girl. “we’ll tell him to close his eyes.” laughing as she ruffles his curls, puckering his lips and making kissy sounds just to amuse her. “exactly. besides, we actually wash our blankets. pat’s look like they haven’t seen no detergent in ages,” billy plays along, meeting jesse’s gaze and struggling to refrain from smirking. taking another sip of his coffee, billy leans back in his chair and hums in delight, “ah, this is the life.” he notices the way lucy gray kicks her legs and laughs, thinking it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

“stop tauntin’ me, billy bonney.” they all know she wants to definitely see him in a uniform, she’d lose her mind thinkin’ of him as a police officer. “you’d be real handsome.” she slips, letting that much out. “it sure would.” she gently laughs at his silliness. he’d wear it with honor and dignity, wouldn’t respect no one or abuse his power— but that makes her glad he’s not one because it being such a dangerous job. “if you notice, all the greatest love stories are the most complicated. have you ever realized that?” tilting her head, letting that thought sink in and realizing that must be the explanation to them. “it is, ripe and good,” munching with a sweet smile adorning her face as he comes to touch her face, “you want a bite?” lifting the tomato up to him. “what you want me to sit down for so bad?” it coaxes her to laugh, taking a step back, “but all right, guess i will cause i don’t want you gettin’ hurt in those shoes.” walking herself over to where he goes, she drags the next folding chair next to his and takes a seat. “i’ll take some of that.” if he can make it at least half sweet.

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me: i’m tired of her moody ass playing hard to get

me: sees the beautiful face and gorgeous body and nip nops

me: nevermind i’m not tired. i’ll wait forever babe

me: i’m mad at him …

me: sees these muscles.

me: nevermind im not mad 🩵

(No one is allowed to reblog besides my man)

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Lucy Gray + modern day AU

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“well, if you’re right that means it’s all been an act, hm? got yourself involved in criminal activity just to get my attention?” thinking out loud, billy does his best to focus on anything other than lucy gray. how ripe the tomato is, how good the coffee smells, pat’s wails in the distance. otherwise, his heart might just burst and his cheeks will continue to overheat. “sounds good to me. i’m just sad we didn’t manage to run away together, how we planned.” although the idea of dying together in a rain of bullets is oddly romantic, it’s not the kind of future he envisions for himself and lucy gray in this life. “think this kid’s seen and done worse,” billy teases, laughing when lucy gray points towards jesse. “nah, don’t know, billy boy. don’t wanna watch y’all suckin’ each other’s faces off, yeah? might spoil my appetite,” jesse counters with a laugh, mouth full of tomato, mayo dribbling down his chin and sinking into his beard. billy drags a third chair out to sit beside his girl. “bed bugs, yeah, sure,” the blond agrees, smirking because he senses there’s no bed bugs in pat’s sleeping bag. he knows something must have happened at night, something to do with lucy gray, he just doesn’t know how to prove it or doesn’t care to try and prove it. it amuses him, this altercation between pat, billy and lucy gray. “no bed bugs in y’all’s bed, hm?”

“stop tauntin’ me, billy bonney.” they all know she wants to definitely see him in a uniform, she’d lose her mind thinkin’ of him as a police officer. “you’d be real handsome.” she slips, letting that much out. “it sure would.” she gently laughs at his silliness. he’d wear it with honor and dignity, wouldn’t respect no one or abuse his power— but that makes her glad he’s not one because it being such a dangerous job. “if you notice, all the greatest love stories are the most complicated. have you ever realized that?” tilting her head, letting that thought sink in and realizing that must be the explanation to them. “it is, ripe and good,” munching with a sweet smile adorning her face as he comes to touch her face, “you want a bite?” lifting the tomato up to him. “what you want me to sit down for so bad?” it coaxes her to laugh, taking a step back, “but all right, guess i will cause i don’t want you gettin’ hurt in those shoes.” walking herself over to where he goes, she drags the next folding chair next to his and takes a seat. “i’ll take some of that.” if he can make it at least half sweet.

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I wish we could've seen more of what this sweater Billy's wearing looks like. He looks so cozy sitting in front of the fire wearing his lil sweater and drinking his whiskey 🤭

And his curls at his neck 😩

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even in my dreams all i can see is you

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blushing even more intensely as the words sound oddly erotic rolling off her tongue, billy can feel even the very tips of his ears growing hot. “oh, i’m so down for this challenge. bet i could charm you into findin’ the right way,” he plays along, trying not to stutter. “well, i’m actually startin’ to wonder if maybe we were bonnie and clyde in the past life. sounds a lot like us if i’m bein’ honest. robbin’ banks, kissin’ and runnin’ from the law enforcement? that’s us.” looking back on his childhood, the friends he’d made when he was a little boy, his parents, it’s a wonder he’s managed to get an actual career and isn’t in trouble with the law now. “still waitin’ for you to kiss it better,” he teases, knowing he’s pushing his luck but unable to help himself. fingertip tapping his busted lip, struggling not to wince. “stop, i didn’t mean it like that,” he laughs, shaking his head in embarrassment, turning his back on her to hide the color of his cheeks. “you’re welcome. tomato sandwiches comin’ right up,” the cowboy announces, his hands moving with a quiet rhythm, layering each crimson slice of tomato between neatly toasted slices of white bread and a smear of mayonnaise, then piling the sandwiches up on three plates. he hands the first one to lucy gray and offers jesse a plate as well, only then does he get to fixing one for himself. “how ya feelin’, lucy? all good? pat caught somethin’, can’t stop scratchin’, know anythin’ bout it?” the blond takes a bite out of his sandwich and wonders out loud, stifling a smirk. there’s quite a few pranksters in his gang, but he’s never been the one to underestimate lucy gray’s abilities.

“stop tauntin’ me, billy bonney.” they all know she wants to definitely see him in a uniform, she’d lose her mind thinkin’ of him as a police officer. “you’d be real handsome.” she slips, letting that much out. “it sure would.” she gently laughs at his silliness. he’d wear it with honor and dignity, wouldn’t respect no one or abuse his power— but that makes her glad he’s not one because it being such a dangerous job. “if you notice, all the greatest love stories are the most complicated. have you ever realized that?” tilting her head, letting that thought sink in and realizing that must be the explanation to them. “it is, ripe and good,” munching with a sweet smile adorning her face as he comes to touch her face, “you want a bite?” lifting the tomato up to him. “what you want me to sit down for so bad?” it coaxes her to laugh, taking a step back, “but all right, guess i will cause i don’t want you gettin’ hurt in those shoes.” walking herself over to where he goes, she drags the next folding chair next to his and takes a seat. “i’ll take some of that.” if he can make it at least half sweet.

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the outlaw smiles, hearing these sweet words. the lack of hesitation in her voice. though, the smile doesn’t quite reach his pale blue eyes because she’s putting herself at risk, trying to keep him safe, and that’s not something he approves of. “don’t think the crowd needed much encouragin’. all it took was one angry man to start a fire. men are like that everywhere, just lookin’ for a reason to punch someone in the face.” thinking about billy taupe, he hopes he gets the message. the next time this disgusting drunk shows up to bother lucy gray will be the last time he shows up anywhere. he’s done gambling with lucy gray’s safety. he’ll shoot first and ask questions never. “yeah, that we are,” he laughs softly at the joke, following her out of this maze of a hallway. but then he grows serious again. “you don’t want to be an outlaw, lucy gray, trust me on that.” as much as he would like for her to remain always by his side, he knows he can never ask her to truly become his partner in crime. she could have a good life here, an ordinary life. “come on, let’s go, then.” racing outside, he was expecting to feel a cool breeze on his warm cheeks but although the sun’s no longer beaming down their necks, the heat lingers. not a leaf moves. the air stands still. he spots sundance instantly and rushes up to the white mustang, this time he’s the one leading the way. unceremoniously, he lifts lucy gray up and sits her atop the horse’s back, instructing, “you hold on tight, yeah?” as he uses his left hand to untie the horse from the post.

feeling like she can’t reach him fast enough, hands clutch his shirt when she’s sure she nearly crashes into him. “i’m okay, are you? you scared me,” the brunette breathes, flinching when the glass gets thrown, curling into him while slipping her arm out to cover his head in return. “all the way over there.” pointing to the left side of the hob, left side of the stage where a door leads through the hallway then eventually the exit. “come on, be careful,” and hurry before they start targeting him…lucy gray quickly grabs his arm, tugging him with her as she leads. ducking every time something gets thrown their way, pushing through bodies writhing recklessly and fighting. her heart feeling like it’s going to burst out of her chest, chased by fear and determination to get out of this building alive and in one piece, to live to see another day and keep billy unscathed more than he already isn’t. the door doesn’t budge for some reason once her hands collide into it, looking to her left and picking up the chair she finds before slamming it into the door handle. the door creaks open and the leg of the chair crashes splitting apart, stepping over it she successfully pushes the door open this time and gestures him to get in the dimly candle lit hallway.

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“would you really change your evil ways for me? now that sounds like peak romance,” the cowboy teases, smiling at the idea of working on a project with lucy gray one day. most actors dream of receiving the ultimate award. billy just wants to work with his girl. “oh, we are, huh? two outlaws in love against the world.” he’s not afraid of this word — LOVE. it’s the truth. he is in love with her and knows she’s in love with him. love’s never been a problem. “course, i’ll be good.” laughing when she stands up just to pat his chest. the mere sight of her small hand on his heart has it beating faster. “think i’ve earned myself a muffin for these battle scars alone,” he insists, pointing to his swollen lip and torn brow, blood still caked on his skin. “mhm, and i’m pretty great at my job, don’t you think? got years of experience. and i never say no to a ride.” it’s only once the words are out that he realizes it doesn’t sound quite as innocent as he’s meant it and ends up blushing furiously.

“you’re welcome, customer birdie.” pale blue eyes lingering on her features for a moment longer, hoping she likes the coffee. it’s a miracle he’s managed to find not only sugar but also a decent creamer. “thank you, sweet girl. look at ‘em! best toasts,” he whistles, sheer amazement written across his features as he examines the nicely browned slices of bread. he takes them off the forks and places them on the plates on the table, careful not to burn his fingers. as he’s unscrewing the jar of mayo, jesse shows up on the steps of the trailer, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. he first scratches his crotch and then walks over to grab one of the remaining two coffees, his other hand sweeping up one of the folding chairs. he sits beside lucy gray, cradling his own mug and calling out, “i like mine with a lot of mayo, billy!”

“stop tauntin’ me, billy bonney.” they all know she wants to definitely see him in a uniform, she’d lose her mind thinkin’ of him as a police officer. “you’d be real handsome.” she slips, letting that much out. “it sure would.” she gently laughs at his silliness. he’d wear it with honor and dignity, wouldn’t respect no one or abuse his power— but that makes her glad he’s not one because it being such a dangerous job. “if you notice, all the greatest love stories are the most complicated. have you ever realized that?” tilting her head, letting that thought sink in and realizing that must be the explanation to them. “it is, ripe and good,” munching with a sweet smile adorning her face as he comes to touch her face, “you want a bite?” lifting the tomato up to him. “what you want me to sit down for so bad?” it coaxes her to laugh, taking a step back, “but all right, guess i will cause i don’t want you gettin’ hurt in those shoes.” walking herself over to where he goes, she drags the next folding chair next to his and takes a seat. “i’ll take some of that.” if he can make it at least half sweet.

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Tom Blyth via instagram