lucysgraybird

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POV: William "Billy" Bonny, an English journalist, takes refuge from a sudden downpour by stepping into a small, tucked-away Italian café. Inside, he’s greeted by the warmth of the place—and by the sharp-witted, captivating young woman who runs her family's struggling business...

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have you tried actually writing

have you tried being loved

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they should invent something for when you have to do certain things to keep bad things from happening but you're also always right. like i was worried about wearing red on election day but i did anyways and then trump won. looked away from steve kornacki and they called pennsylvania. checked college portals too much & didn't get in. it's not anxiety im just clairvoyant

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ok... IF i write tonight (i've had half a cup of wine and so it could really be a tossup on if i actually do or not) what is your vote for what i work on?

(racer!billy is still a lil postponed but i'm so excited for vegas weekend that it shouldn't be postponed long at all)

note - the star wars au will be written in a way that you don't need to know pretty much any star wars knowledge to read it haha

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SPEAK ON IT !!!

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this crossover episode

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don't kill self. Don't kill self for three days and then home

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drownjng lol

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTYFeCwaT/

incredibly relatable

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trichotillomania hack . Be hairy

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like… i just needed to drop this off to u 😇

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

thank you very much for this I'm MMMMMMMMMMM the look on his face is so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HIS EYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES I want HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

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I WANT TO GO HOME

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no matter how much i fuck up arabic i am not the boy who translated "female students" as taliban. what a mistake to make

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pairing: billy the kid x lucy gray baird

warnings: none

a/n: something silly i wrote a bit ago for my first post :)

"You writin' something new?” Billy asks, dropping a kiss on Lucy Gray's head as he walks in. He smells dusty, like hay and leather and sweat.

"Just messin’ around," she says, and looks up from her guitar. "Hat off in the house, honey."

With a smile and a glint in his eye, he doffs his hat to her, playing for a moment at a polite society neither of them have ever been privy to. Lucy Gray grins and curtseys to him as well as she can sitting with a guitar in her lap. It amounts to nothing more than a crossing of the ankles and a bowed head, but it's enough for their game of pretend to go sailing out the window as Billy places the hat on her head and goes scurrying off to the kitchen, his laugh echoing through the small house.

"Oh!" Lucy Gray shouts, because the brim has fallen over her eyes.

She knocks it back and goes chasing after her cowboy. Almost certain that she heard him laughing in the kitchen, she starts there, but it's empty.

"Billy?" She peers into the adjoining rooms, watching the shadows for any movement. It's not easy for him to hide, tall as he is, but he manages it. "Billy, come out or I'm going to keep your hat. I think it looks better on me."

Silence for a moment, then in a blink she's being whisked into an embrace by some unseen hand. Big blue eyes stare down at her, bright as the morning sky.

"I thought there were no hats in the house," Billy teases, flicking the leather brim.

Lucy Gray gasps in mock-offence. "Well, maybe I'm changin’ the rule for me."

"Just for you, huh?"

"Maybe!"

He dips down to kiss her, long and slow and deep. At some point the hat falls off her head and he catches it against her back without missing a beat. When he pulls away, she is, like always, breathless.

With a final peck to the corner of her mouth, he says, "Looks like the rule will stand for everyone," and sets his hat on the sideboard they built together when they moved in.

Something in Lucy Gray's chest soars, a warmth to rival the setting summer sun. It's so silly and simple, but the way he can draw joy out of her – the way it seems to be his one goal, actually – is what she always imagined romance to be. She's had a couple failures, because who hasn't, but one astounding success is more than most will ever get and hers, in her opinion, makes every misstep worth it.

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you, whom my soul loves

pairing: billy the kid x reader

warnings: none

a/n: babys first x reader fic! hope it's not awful. im p sure the title is a rephrasing of song of solomon 3:4 but my memory ....it may fail me

This fine Saturday morning sees you and Billy in the town general store. He's taking care of things for the farm, and you're poking around some of the other goods the store has to offer, having completed your list. 

"Billy, c’mere a moment,” you say, turning your head to look at your husband.

Billy does so, abandoning his inspection of plow teeth to join you by the bolts of fabric tucked in the corner of the store.

"You need a new dress?” He brushes his hand against the small of your back. Just briefly, just enough to satisfy that need you know he has to touch you. If it were appropriate, he would never let go of your hand.

"No, silly, you need a new shirt."

"No I don't." He noses at your temple, buries a kiss in your hairline.

"Your church shirt is wearin’ at the shoulders and wrists again, and I've mended it ‘bout as many times as it's worth. Pick out a fabric."

"I'd wear anything, you know that." His arm snakes around you, tugging you into his side. You laugh.

"Honey, focus. I want you to have something you like."

"I do," he murmurs, and squeezes your waist. 

"Billy!"

"Okay, fine, fine. I'm sorry." He reaches out with his free arm and pulls down a bolt of blue-and-white striped fabric. "What about this?"

You twist away, just barely, and hold the cloth against his chest. 

"Real pretty, especially with your eyes. And it's wool, so it'll hold you through the winter."

There's a flash of pride on his face at your praise, at having done just the right thing. "'kay. I need to finish up with the farm equipment, if you wanna come help with that."

"I'm goin’ to go by the post office and mail my letter, but I'll be back if I'm done before you are."

You're not, because the postmaster is chatty and you're chattier, but Billy meets you outside with a promise that he asked about the right amount of fabric to buy and a chaste kiss. It is a moment in a sea of moments, a Saturday among hundreds of Saturdays that have looked the exact same and always will. It is love in routine and in reliability: when you turn, he will always be there with a hand to hold and a shoulder to lean on. When he offers those things, you will always accept.

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SAFI I FORGOT TO SAY CONGRATS ON 200 YOU DESERVE ALL AND MORE YOU TALENTED PERSON !!!

THANK YOU LOVEY 😁😁😁😁😁 love you🥰🥰