#loving billy hours

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

𝜗𝜚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ᡣ𐭩 ⊹˚₊𝜗𝜚

trigger warning, there is a lot of descriptions of depression, not eating, sadness, grief, and just generally angsty feelings BUT I PROMISE THERE IS COMFORT just please be cautious and just know that if this felt a little too real, you are not alone (more notes at the end)

Your very being felt like it was being ripped out of your chest. 

Invisible claws marring your chest as they hungrily are away at your happiness, making you feel empty and cold. Leeches ate away, sucking love and kindness out of your very soul, worming their way through your every vein. Your eyes burned with the scalding hot tears of your fury and sorrow. 

However, it was your heart that cried out in agony the most. It was as if all the warmth of life had been ripped, shredded, torn, and massacred from your life.

The pain officiated the marriage between your soul and utter despair.

Your father had found out about your ‘little affair’ with Billy yet ,it was nothing of the sort at all. Your love and being had been devoted to Billy, clinging onto his every word, breath, and moment with him for dear life. You felt the butterflies fluttering in your belly every time you even dared think about those sapphire eyes and his warm hands. You felt the cool scales of desire slither up your back and around your legs whenever Billy kissed you. You felt the pounding of your heart with every deep chuckle Billy let slip past his lips and boisterous laugh that left your painted mouth.

For once in your life, you had a reason to smile. 

In fact you had talked and laughed your throat as rough as sandpaper whenever you found yourself with Billy. You couldn't hide the bright smile you had lost with your mother or the same curious eyes Billy’s lil brother had. 

Of course, Billy loved you for it. He never wanted you to hide yourself from him. He wanted to be a man worthy of your attention. He wanted to be a man you could be yourself with. He yearned to be a man you could open up too or lean on when things get rough. And most importantly, he wanted to be a man worthy of your love.

That’s all Billy had sought out in his life, love. He desperately screamed out for anyone to hear, pleading and begging to find love, to be loved, to love. He loved his Pa so much that it hurt to lose the memory of his face smiling at him. He loved his lil brother Jo so much that it hurt to watch him grow weaker and weaker with every minute they were in that damned house with Antrim in New Mexico. And Billy had hurt the most when his own loving Ma had been stolen away from him last. Her death had hit him the hardest because in truth, she was all Billy had left.

He had felt so empty after losing all he held dear. He started struggling and hurting people that didn’t do anything to deserve his anger and depression, his wrath and grief. He drank the nights away and even sometimes forgot to eat until his skin was so sickly and his stomach ate away at his bones. 

His world had lost all its color. His days blended into brown and gray, each leaving him with nothing but a cold desolate plain where his heart should have been. 

Sometimes, he’d beg the stars, the moon, anyone to take him next. Sometimes he wished for a death so swift just so he could remember the sound of his Pa’s full laugh, fall asleep with Jo once more, and finally tell his Ma of all his adventures.

Yet that all changed when he had met you.

Billy started praying that he won’t be taken by the Reaper tomorrow just so he could greet you good mornin’ and good evenin’. He started to find his will to live again and he found that his days were no longer cold and bleak but rather bright, filled with warm oranges and reds. 

Being with you had brought his heart back to life, beating every single time he thought of you whether that was alone in the comfort of his bed or with you in the fields where you often met. 

His heart beat with life as you laughed, prancing around the field, picking flowers and fashioning them into a crown which you always placed delicately onto Billy’s hair rich as ripe wheat hung in loose, tousled waves from his weathered hat. He cherished and kept each sticky flower crown in his place until they were frail and decaying. 

You cherished every single moment together, kissing each other breathless, cuddling underneath giant trees earning respite from the harsh sun that freckled Billy’s face.

Yet, every high has come down.

And your world had come crashing down as your father bore down upon you the full might of his fury and unadulterated anger. He had called you a whore, meaningless hoe, he took every single thing you had considered dear and flung them at you as if they were burdens. He screamed at you for being so reckless and childish.

Worst of all, he told you that no one would ever be able to love you.

And what did you do?

You believed him.

You believed every single venomous lie he spouted at you. You curl further and further into the valley of your mind as he shreds your skin to shreds with his words as sharp as shards of glass. They nicked your skin as your happiness and joy seeped out of you like thick red blood, wounds you would never recover from.

You ran away that night. Stole one of his horses and rode off into the distance. You rode and rode through the cover of night until you reached the only other place you could, the tree.

You sat underneath it, the sky blanketed by the starry night sky. You screamed and sobbed, scalding tears flowing from your red cheeks. You wailed your voice hoarse, weeped until the tears dried up. Your head pounding from crying the night away. You rubbed your eyes as you shook from the waterfall of tears that fell onto the pillowy earth beneath you.

It wasn’t until the morning when Billy would find you. He had been riding, taking his stallion on a trot which he usually found himself riding to your little haven away from the prying and judging eyes of those in town. 

Billy was surprised to say the least when he found you curled up under your tree. Billy’s heart raced, what had happened to you? You were still in that darlin’ little dress you had been wearing before, meaning that you had to have been out here all alone for some time.

As he moved closer to you, he noticed the slow rise and fall of your chest with each small breath you took. His aquamarine eyes roved over your face as he took a seat next to where you lay. His hand instinctively brushes your hair away from your face. Your face was red and eyes were rubbed raw. His thumb ran slow circles on your cheek. Have you been crying? Why? Had it been something he said? He did?

As if you could feel Billy’s presence, you started to stir, your nose twitching amongst the tall blades of the grass. Your arm hurt but the pain was nothing like the tsunami of remembrance that crashed over you. 

“G’mornin’ darlin’,” Billy smiled, hand resting on your cheek.

Cold hot shame washed over you next. Billy had found you? How? How long had you been out?

You straightened up, combing your fingers through your hair, looking down at the grass bed you had slept in last night. Your stomach dropped, your skin going sick as you felt tears well up in your eyes threatening to cascade your still damp cheeks. You bit your lip and shut your eyes, willing the tears away. Naturally, that didn’t work as the tears started to well up even more. You crushed your lip even harder to stop yourself from sobbing. You hated crying and showing weakness, you hated that you cried always turning your head away or crying in the solitude of your pillow. 

Billy immediately sensed your distress, bringing his large hands to your shoulders to comfort you. You shook his warm hands off, mourning the feel of his hands on you.

“‘Ey, pretty girl, what's the matter?” He brought his hands to your cheek as he carefully tilted your head up to look at him. 

You let out a soft whimper as the tears ran down your cheeks, your nose red. You shook as you cried more and more, using your sleeves to wipe the tears away, praying they would stop. 

“Aw, darlin’, come here.” His deep whiskey voice crashed into your ears. You opened your eyes, hazy from the tears that continued to cascade down your face.

Billy opened his arms, inviting you into the warmth of his embrace. You sobbed crashing into him. You buried your face into his shoulder, shaking and sobbing even more. You wrapped your arms around him, his warm body enveloping you. He gently brought his arms around you, cradling you against him as he soothingly rubbed up and down your back.

Billy stayed quiet as you let all of your sobs and weep out. He knew that he couldn’t know how you were hurting, opting to just be there with you. God knows that it was all he needed when he had lost his father, brother, and mother. He didn’t need their words of condolence or their optimistic words. All he needed was someone to lean on, which is all he wanted to be for you.

And so you sat there, as Billy heard your wails and cries, vowing that he would replace them with laughs and smiles later. But for now, he was there to feel with you, after all, that was all he needed. 

Billy held you tightly and lovingly that day, and that was all you needed, to know that someone was there for you, that someone knew how it felt. Most importantly, you and Billy knew that there were no words that could comfort you, but you felt the love Billy felt for you as he sat with you there underneath the tree, as he sat with you as you told him what your father had said, as he lay there with you that night vowing he would never leave.

And Billy had understood your love as you kissed him that day in church, as you vowed to love and to cherish in sickness and in health, until death do you part.

this has absolutely been influenced by my own struggles and everyone copes differently, but writing is one of the ways that i cope with not so happy feelings so I just wanted to share a little glimpse at my experience with sad-der feelings

i hope that this has brought some comfort to you because writing this has absolutely helped me work through some of my own struggles even if i find solace in writing fantastical stories such as these and again, just know that you are not alone

thank you for reading! - emi

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MILLIE WHY !?!?!??!?!?

I’m never gonna get this out of my head now and it doesn’t make it any better that I was rewatching the show earlier 😭😭😭

Us....

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I came here for the silly haha doodles, but I've stayed for the absolutely blazing commentary in the tags. Your analysis of this story is so so so good! Thanks for all the work and thought you put into this!

I am just a silly little comics blog. I am not hiding anything in the tags, no way. Never.

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Little fucked up that people only know about billy through batman fics that only focus on his barebone similarities to the bats and ignore his rich mythos when he is literally plundered property on the basis of looking too similar to superman

[mistysgardenn]

ep 7 was insane. SO MUCH HAPPENED IN 30 MINUTES??? it was such a masterpiece oh my god i love this show 😭😭😭 spoilers below the cut

LILIA 💔💔💔💔💔 her story arc fucking broke me. the way they formatted this episode with her broken “visions” oh my god. insane and amazing and patti lupone is so perfect

RIO??? “rio IS death” CHILLS BUT ALSO GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEETTTT the way she showed up in the tunnel in that outfit ohhhh i’m not ready… agatha saying she likes the bad boys LMAO god i love them

THE END OF THE EPISODE. i wanna cry. LILIA SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR THEM??? BY GETTING RID OF THE SEVEN??? GODDDDDDDD AND THE LAST SCENE WITH LITTLE LILIA. tears.

i deadass think this will tide me over for a week that episode was just gorgeous.

also loved billy asking for straight answers and agatha going “you should ask a straight woman then” I GIGGLED SO HARD i love lesbians

JUST REMEMBERED THAT LIKE. billy was yapping about wanda and agatha goes “your mom was my EX… best friend” HELLO???? between this and “HORIZONTAL… in a grave” i’m losing my mind

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AHH THIS WAS SO GOOD, EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS ASAP!!!!

one day (w.h.b)

summary: you and billy talk about what happens when you die.

pairing: william h. bonney (billy the kid) x fem!reader

wc: 3k

tags/warnings: non-descript and brief mention of implied suicide (nothing graphic i swear), other than that its pretty chill honestly, kinda sad but also happy at the end but mostly fluff and honestly pretty cute.

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them! i do love to answer little things and hc's about my fics tho so if you want to talk ab this pls also drop it in the box!)

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a/n: credit to @goosita for getting my mind reeling on the concept of ghost!billy! this has been living in my mind and in my drafts for months omg

The hoofbeats of your horse underneath you set the pace for the steady rock of your hips as you make your way across the countryside on an unmarked trail Billy had memorized. One town to the next, just like always. On the run from something new that didn't really matter much to you as long as he was still by your side.

"Your name is pickin' up a lot of attention these days." You comment mindlessly, disrupting the peace of the night.

Billy makes a small sound of acknowledgment, clearly not pleased by that fact but unwilling to deny its truth.

"You know, I don't know what I'd do without ya." You add after a moments quiet, filled only by the crickets and steady slow hoofbeats beneath you. "If they got what they wanted, I mean."

"I dunno." Billy shrugs, voice slightly grim. He didn't even want to think about it; not for the sake of his own death, but god, whatever would end up happening to you.

"I'd follow you, I think." You say quietly, looking up at the stars.

He quickly shakes his head, expression tightening further. "Don't say that."

"You may not like it but it's true." You argue gently. "I ain't got much else to do here. What would I do, wander the west like now but all alone, sad and mopin' and waiting on the day death comes for me so I can see you again? I think I'll pass."

"Well there's not much use in you wandering around mopin', you gotta... I don't know, go out for trail rides, find some good friends. Hell, maybe settle down and get married." He suggests with a slight laugh.

You look over at him, raising an eyebrow with a slightly smug smile. "We both know that ain't ever gonna happen. So you see what I mean, then. I just decided to... skip the mopin' part."

Billy gives you a deadpan look, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "Oh, so you're just takin' the efficiency route, is that it?" he quips, his tone laced with annoyance. "No more mopin', straight to the grave with ya."

"Yes." You nod, and after a moment a small smile pulls at your lips. He was upset, of course he would be, but you know he won't stay mad at you for long. "You know, it would be real romantic, I think. Sharin' a grave. We could just be cuddled up forever; I can't think of anything better. Of a better way to go. Can you?"

"I can think of somethin' better," Billy mutters in response, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not havin' to share a grave until we're both old and grey, and dyin' peacefully in our sleep. That'd be a hell of a lot better, darlin'."

"It would." You agree, smiling over at him. "And when the time comes I'll rest easy. But, ah... the life we live..." You shake your head slightly, looking down at the worn leather of the saddle under your thighs that has served you well for most of your life.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?" he says, his tone affectionately exasperated. "You had this whole... plan all figured out, and you were just gonna go with it without even complainin'? Not a care in the world, just ready to join me in a premature grave."

"Yeah." You answer softly, smiling as you look over at him in the dim light your eyes have well adjusted to. "I love you, Billy. I'd do anything for you."

Billy's expression softens further, and he gives you a weary smile. "I know you would, darlin'," he says quietly. "And I love you too. More than words can say. I just..." He sighs, shaking his head slightly. "I just don't want you givin' up on your whole life if somethin' happens to me. I ain't worth you sacrificing everything, love."

"If I had anything left to sacrifice, you would absolutely be worth it." You tell him, shaking your head. "But it doesn't matter, because I don't. I've got nothin' except the very thinly veiled hope that maybe one day I might be happy again without you. And that... I don't feel good about those odds."

Billy's heart clenches in his chest, a pang of pain and sympathy filling his chest and his heart in a way that makes him feel stiff all over. "Darlin'... you gotta know that ain't true," he protests, his tone earnest. "You're smart and beautiful and kind. You could have a good life, with or without me. You just gotta-" But he falters, realizing he's not convincing you. His expression falls with a sigh.

"Those are all real nice things to say, and I appreciate it." You tell him genuinely, smiling sadly at him. "But think of it this way, it doesn't matter much now, does it? We got you out of the jailhouse for now, so we hopefully got a long time before death comes for us. And god forbid it does come early, I'll still be a young and pretty ghost, that would be nice, wouldn't it? I dunno what I'm gonna look like when I'm old, but I've had older ladies tell me I'm gonna wish I looked like this forever. If I was a ghost, I could." You say cheerily, trying to make him feel a little better about it.

Billy can't help but chuckle at your response, shaking his head at the audacity. "Only you would look at bein' a ghost as a positive thing, darlin'," he teases, his tone affectionate. "Most folks would find that pretty darn scary, you know. But then again, most folks ain't you."

"Well, I picture that we would look just about the same. Maybe a little pale, like that time we both had the flu last year." You giggle, looking over at him again and ignoring his secondary comment. "But everything else would be pretty much the same. We could read ghost books and dance to ghost music and just be together without fear of losin' each other ever. I think it would be kinda sweet."

"You make bein' dead sound like a walk in the park," he teases. "Like it ain't nothin'. Just floatin' around as spirits, listenin' to ghost music and readin' ghost books. Maybe playin' some ghost cards, even."

"Ghost cards!" You grin, pleased that he was going along with it. "You think the ghost cards are transparent like we would be? Would make it kinda hard to play poker."

Billy can't help but smirk at your enthusiasm, amused by your excitement. "I don't know, darlin'," he says, playing along. "Maybe ghost cards are made of some special ghost material that ain't see-through, but still lets us float right through 'em. Or maybe we just play ghost poker blindfolded, make things a bit more interesting."

You laugh at that, shaking your head. "Billy, if the cards are ghost cards we wouldn't go through 'em. We would only go through things on this side. Walls, living people, that kinda thing. I think ghost stuff we'd still be able to touch like normal."

"Right, right," he says, playfully rolling his eyes. "I keep forgettin' you're the expert on ghost things, darlin'. I'm just a livin' person, what do I know? But hey, if we can touch ghost stuff, that means we could probably hold hands. And I gotta say, bein' able to hold your hand as a ghost sounds mighty nice."

"Of course we could hold hands," You say, smiling as you glance his way again. "Just like now, I'd hardly ever stop."

Billy grins, reaching out to take your hand in his across the gap between your horses, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'd be holdin' your hand all the damn time, darlin'," he says, his tone playful. "Ain't no way I could go more than five minutes without holdin' onto you. You'd have to pull me off of ya."

"Maybe, but I never would." You shrug, feeling fuzzy inside from the feeling of his warm hand around yours. You had to slightly lean his way to reach him while you rode side by side, but you didn't mind. Just like always.

"That's good, darlin'," he says, his tone soft and affectionate. "Cause I'd never want you to let go. We'll hold hands for eternity, you and me. Ain't nothin' better than bein' close to you, love."

"Forever." You agree with a small smile. "And in a hundred years, people will come to our grave talkin' about the infamous Billy the Kid and his girl whose name was lost to time- and if you go behind the old saloon at night you'll see 'em still holdin' hands, hear 'em laugh. On a good day, maybe they'll even kiss." You giggle through a whisper, lightly swinging your joined hands.

Billy chuckles, a broad smile spreading across his face at your description.

"Oh, I like the sound of that, darlin'," he says, his tone light and almost excited. "People comin' to visit our grave and talkin' about us in hushed whispers. Seein' our ghost hands holdin' each other, hearin' our faint laughter. Maybe some young lovers will come to the grave and kiss, thinkin' it brings them good luck. Ain't that romantic?"

You let out another soft sigh, nodding in agreement. "And we can watch with ghost popcorn and place bets on whether or not they'll last."

Billy laughs at your suggestion, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

"Ghost popcorn and bettin' on lovers' fates? Darlin', you've got all the best ideas," he says, grinning. "That sounds like a pretty good way to spend eternity if you ask me. Cheerin' on the young 'uns and seein' if they make it or not. And I'll be bettin' on them to make it, every time. I'm a bit of a romantic at heart, after all."

Your smile shifts into a small happy pout. "That's sweet, baby." You say softly. "But I'll be lookin' out for red flags on 'em. And if he gives me any kind of strange feelin', I'm gonna whisper in her ear to run. And then, that'll be part of it. "Billy's unknown girl sure knows how to pick 'em right," they'd say."

"Well, we'll make an excellent ghost power couple, then," he teases. "You pickin' out the bad ones and me rootin' for the good ones. We'll be like matchmakers from beyond the grave. And I gotta say, the thought of people talkin' about 'Billy's unknown girl' and her ability to pick 'em right is definitely somethin' I can live - or rather, die - with."

You nod happily. "May take a while for people to trust me, but kids'll catch on quick." You say with a shrug. "Some young girl will be talkin' to her friend about her new boyfriend who she's not just sure about, and her friend will tell her to bring him to our grave. Because her cousin came to us for a kiss of good luck, and she swears up and down that she heard a girl whisper in her ear tellin' her to run from him and she didn't. Then she found out he'd been cheatin' with the preacher's daughter the whole time. I can see it now."

"You've got it all figured out, baby," he says. "Word'll spread soon enough, that our grave is the place to come for relationship advice. And once people hear about you whisperin' in girls' ears, they'll be beggin' to come visit us. Maybe they'll even start leavin' offerings for us, like we're the ghost gods of love and romance."

"Yeah. Flowers for me and bullets for you." You grin, very pleased with this story you've spun up for yourselves.

Billy grins back at you, amused by your suggestion. He looks ahead again, feeling the weight of the reins in his free hand as he looks at the long and endless path ahead. It feels almost lighter than what he's used to.

"Sounds perfect to me, darlin'," he says, chuckling. "I'm sure our grave will be the prettiest in the cemetery. You'll have flowers galore, and I'll have bullets stacked up like a fortress around me. A fitting tribute for the outlaw and his love, don't you think?"

"I think so." You smile, giggling as you think about him sitting on some kind of ghost throne made of bullet boxes. The idea of him having some kind of legacy left in a way people would want to honour instead of condemn makes you happier than just about anything else could. He was a good man, and no one these days knew that.

"I doubt anyone will know much about me, but... I'm not sure I mind." You say after a moment.

Billy shakes his head, his expression fond. "Darlin', trust me, people will know all about you," he says firmly. "They'll know you were the gal who loved the infamous Billy the Kid, who wasn't afraid to risk herself by sneakin' into a jail at night for him. They'll know you were the gal with fire in your eyes and a sharp wit. The gal who saw the world through different eyes, and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. People ain't ever gonna forget you, love."

You smile a little bit, nodding as you look back at the trail ahead. "I hope they bring my sunflowers." You say softly, rocking steadily with the movement of my horse. "Or drawings of horses. I wanna see these girls' horses in exchange for savin' them the trouble of a cheating man." You giggle. "And I hope they think I was pretty. I think that'd be pretty sweet."

Billy's smile grows and he slightly shakes his head. If anything of your memory could last, to him, it would be your beauty. Your absolutely enchanting gaze, the way your hair seemed to shine in the sun, and that smile that could brighten even the darkest of nights. No one knew him quite like you, but any man would be a fool to not see how lovely you were.

"Oh, darlin', I've no doubt they'll bring sunflowers and pictures of horses," he says. "And they'll think you were the prettiest girl who ever walked the earth. They won't even need to have seen a picture of you to know it, they'll just know from the love and loyalty you had for me. You're gonna be the stuff of legends, honey. The mystery girl who brought the infamous outlaw to his knees."

You look over at him again, a soft smile on your face. "I sure hope they don't see that literally." I giggle.

Billy chuckles, his expression amused at the subtle implication. "Oh darlin', I could think of worse things to be remembered for," he says playfully. "Maybe they'll even start a tradition of young girls bringin' their boyfriends to our grave and havin' them kneel down in front of you. Like they'll be thinkin' you're the goddess of love and loyalty, blessin' their relationships."

"Sure, but then I'd have to turn to ask you if they were doin' it right." You giggle. "If I should give them my blessings or not."

"Well, I reckon I'll have to take on the role of your faithful advisor then," he says with a bright laugh. "I'll be sittin' right by your side, watchin' as they kneel down in front of you. And if any of them don't look serious enough about their girl or if their form is off, I'll be whisperin' in your ear. Tellin' you to make 'em kneel a little longer."

"Nah, you gotta tell that to her- not to me. I can't make 'em do anything, but if he's good for her, she'll be able to make 'im listen." You shrug. "If he's good, if he's anything like you, he'd rather listen to her than to a ghost."

"You make a fair point, darlin'," he says with an amused grin. "I suppose I could whisper into her ear instead. Encouragin' her to stand up for herself and make sure her man's treatin' her right. And if he's anything like me, he'll listen to her and only her. But I still think I'll get a kick out of watchin' those boys kneel at your feet, darlin'. Just seein' a little bit of my influence in the world."

"I dunno if I need other boys kneelin' for me." You say, scrunching up your nose a bit at the thought. "I think I'd rather it be you."

Billy laughs, his eyes gleaming with affection. "Well, darlin', I think I'd prefer you have me on my knees anyway, and only me," he admits, his tone playful. "But the thought that young fellas comin' to our grave and kneelin' in front of you to ask for your blessing, it just makes me feel a little... proud. Like my love for you will keep on goin' even after we're gone. People ain't gonna forget about us, darlin'. They're not gonna forget about you."

You let the quiet sounds of the night overtake you after that, riding along the outskirts of an unfamiliar town by now. You can see the buildings in the distance, squinting a little at the abundance of bright lanterns. You wonder if they're celebrating something, but you're not quite close enough to hear.

"Hey, look at that." You say, gently tugging on his hand before letting go and pointing over toward the lights in the distance. "You ever seen somethin' like that before?"

"No, baby. I haven't." Billy answers, squinting a little as well and leaning forward to see past your shadowed silhouette. "They've sure got some bright lanterns over there. Maybe they're celebratin' somethin'."

"Maybe." You agree quietly, shrugging it off and continuing on.

It's too dark to see well enough, though, and you're both too distracted by the lights of the town as you pass by the Old Fort Sumner cemetery on your other side, careless and ignorant of the grave sight fifty or so feet away. Caged up, covered in bullets and flowers and coins- offerings for the Bandit King and his girl, who died as they lived.

Occasionally, on dark and clear nights like this, the local kids would claim to hear laughter or see the young couple on their horses riding through the country, just outside of town. No one was lucky enough to see the echo of them tonight.

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[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Stu and Billy do this work tactic where when doing essays for school, after each sentence they kiss, you know, to motivate each other.

They don't end up kissing at all because they make Randy write their essays for them OR they spend the whole time heavily making out on the couch while Randy is on the floor, writing their essays (he got shoved off the couch)

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i feel so bad for the drought ya'll and i have a few blurbs i have been writing in between classes so yea, here ya go!

It was on mornings and moments with you like these that Billy truly felt at peace when the rest of his world was war.

You, of course, were at the center of that peace.

His life had been a whirlwind of grief and death, anger and sadness, yet also love and kindness. You were at the eye of the hurricane Billy called his life. Calm, peaceful, loving, adoring, ethereal, there were many words Billy could use to describe you yet he could never find the voice to say them all.

Of course, he found solace in expressing his devotion to you through song.

You two had quite an exhausting day (and evening). Billy had been with the boys the entire day, herding cattle and farming while you had been cleaning the house up, cooking, and washing clothes. As soon as Billy had gotten home that night, he had kicked his boots off, hanging his hat on one of the chairs as he rushed into your bedroom where he knew you would be mending his torn blouses. 

You had perked up when you heard the door open. Billy had left early that morning, getting to work as soon as the sun had risen, leaving your bed half-empty. He worked on the farm tirelessly, only stopping for lunch and water. In truth, the only reason he had started working was to start saving up for a ring.

It was Billy’s every intention to marry you. Reality was he wanted everything with you, marriage, kids, a whole farm of animals, love, sex, really anything you’d give him, he’d take. You had loved his right, as he said, you really knew him too. You knew when he was angry all he needed was a hug, when he was sad? A kiss on the forehead. You showed him day after day that you loved him, and that you’d do anything for him. Billy had decided that he too would do anything for you. 

Which is why he worked so hard so you’d never have to see a grueling day working yourself to death.

Of course, it usually meant that he got home late. At first, it was hard getting used to Billy getting home at nearly an hour before midnight. He’d stumble in, stomach growling, begging for sustenance. Before, you always left food for him in the kitchen, usually going to sleep. He’d come home and eat a bit of food, he was usually too sleepy to eat too much, and collapse in bed with you.

You’d stir at the movement and turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he snuggled his face against your neck, breathing you in. You’d ask about his day gingerly twirling his hair in between your fingers as he wrapped his polar bear arms around you, liking you impossibly closer. 

Nowadays of course, you’d wait to eat with him, and ask him about his day. You’d get ready for bed with him before collapsing in eachothers arms, dreaming sweet dreams of each other together.

It was on mornings like those that you felt all the love and adoration Billy felt for you. It was also when you felt most at peace with your life, like nothing else mattered.

Of course, when you woke up after a very exciting night with Billy, it was expected that, as the day before, he would leave before you even started to stir awake. 

Yet as soon as you came to, the smell of something warm and sweet hit your nose. It was comforting and unexpected. At first you panicked, hurriedly throwing the covers off of your form, feet stomping on the wooden floors of your little home as you rushed to the kitchen. But as soon as you heard the soft humming of a deep voice you calmed, your heart still beat as you listened in.

You slowly tiptoed to the kitchen, carefully listening in on the hums. As you got closer and closer, they grew louder and louder. Slowly, you heard the deep baritone singing.

“I LOOVE YOU BABBY, and if its quite alright i need yoouuu babbbby too on these lonelyyy nightss!”

You laughed as you finally walked into the kitchen. Plates were on the table all white and bright, the room smelled heavenly of the pancakes Billy was cooking on the stove. All sorts of fruits were lined up on the island as Billy carefully flipped another pancake over, looking at you right after.

He ran to you, picking you up, the sound of giggles and laughter filling the air as he swung you around, your toes barely grazing the floor as he spun you.

Billy finally set you down, his hands perching onto your hips as your arms found their way to his neck. You twirled your fingers through his messy chestnut hair.

You started to hum along with him as you two started to sway gently around the kitchen. Every so often, Billy would peck at your lips gently before leaving you to flip or put another pancake. 

You’d pout, adorably pulling your bottom lip out whenever Billy turned to the stove. When he’d come back, he’d smile that bright smile that made you light up inside before kissing your head gently and humming a slow tune again.

It was in moments like those that you two truly fell in love deeper and deeper, sinking away into time, only the hums of love songs echoing into history forevermore.

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

"Yes I do, Mrs. Bonney."

billy asking you to marry him please

⋆౨ৎ𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓶⋆౨ৎ 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭

The ring was gold. It had been stowed safely on his mother's finger on the journey by ship to Ireland. Billy had fuzzy memories of her leaning on the railing, salt spray in her eyes, stroking the band and murmuring a prayer for their safe arrival.

Now it was sitting in the palm of his hand, looped on a ribbon so he wouldn't lose it. Tossing and turning in the throes of a fever, his mother had pressed the circlet into his hand, wearily telling him to save it for a special girl.

He liked to think that up in heaven she'd pulled strings to send you his way. She would have loved you, with your easy smile, cheerful nature, and warm eyes. Billy could hardly believe you were real most days, let alone that he got to hold you. It was nothing short of a miracle. A miracle that got him believing in a higher power again.

For all he had suffered, he'd hoped there'd be a good thing at the end of the road to comfort him and tell him what a wonderful job he'd done, that all the misery was over. He found it in your arms, or when you were in his, pressed up against him in the later hours of the day, eyes closed, breathing soft as you slept. The fact that you could find safety in him, a man people fled from when they heard his name, was nearly unbelievable.

You'd taken one step into his life and brightened it beyond what he thought was possible. The world was more beautiful with the knowledge that you were in it. He'd thought people like you were a myth, like the folk tales his mother used to put him to bed with. But here you were, lively and breathing, putting your heart in his hands as though you trusted him not to break it.

It was only logical that he take this next step. As far as he was concerned, there would never be another one for him. Love had burst into him like a firework, colored his vision in an impossible way. Billy didn't know much, but he did know that a woman like you only came around once in a lifetime. And he wanted to grab on and hold you tight while he could.

With this in mind he was walking hand in hand with you, a little bounce in his step as the two of you trekked through tall grass into the nearby forest. You were curiously giddy, wide-eyed as you looked around. "Where're you taking me, Billy?"

"'s a surprise, sweetheart," he chuckled, noting your excitement. His girl was happy no matter the circumstances, and he hoped he'd be adding to it now. Squeezing your hand, he made sure you didn't trip over any rocks studding the dirt, or any sneakily placed tree roots.

Once he saw his landmark, he stopped turning to you. with a smile that made you tilt your head. "Close your eyes, honey."

You did, a little hesitantly. He was touched by the simple act of it. The way you trusted him warmed his heart more than anything else. In a clean motion, Billy swept you up into his arms, one hand bracing under your knees, the other at your waist. Giggling, you said, "Billy-"

"Keep 'em closed!" he insisted, spinning around once to make you laugh again. Billy chuckled too, brightened by your sunshine presence as always. He carried you steadily, ducking under branches to get to where he was going.

Arriving at the spot, Billy carefully helped you stand on your feet, making sure your eyes were still closed. He slid his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you for even a moment. "Open."

Your gasp was gift enough for him as you realized where you were. A blanket of wildflowers bloomed before your feet, as if they'd been planted in anticipation of this very moment. A rainbow of color was laid across the field, fresh with springtime. Bouncing on your heels, you exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!"

"Pretty flowers for my pretty girl." He nosed against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. "Knew you'd love it."

"I do. Oh, I do." Turning around, you threw your arms around his neck. "You found this spot just for me?"

"Just for you, baby," he grinned as though he'd planted every bloom himself. "C'mere. Got somethin' else to give ya."

Smiling excitedly, you let him pull you deeper into the field as he said, "Just over here baby-woah-!"

You tripped over a stray rock, tumbling into Billy and sending him to the ground. He'd been caught off guard or he would have made sure to hold fast and steady the both of you. Instead, he was sent backwards to the ground, sprawled on his back. Despite his surprise, he made sure to fall under you, so you had a place to land that wasn't the hard earth.

"Oomph," Billy grunted, lifting his head with a wince. He looked down at you, lying sideways across his chest. "You okay, baby?'

Giggling, you nodded, and he couldn't help his smile. Only you would laugh at falling facefirst to the ground. Billy was sure when he looked over you later you'd have a bruise or two. Before he could ask, your eyes widened, and you reached for something on the ground. "Billy...what's this?"

He had to do a double take. Between your fingers was the ring, previously stowed in his pants pocket. It must have fallen out when he fell. Billy cringed at the sight, knowing his grand plan was ruined. When you turned to him for an explanation, he squinted, exhaling through his nose. "It's...you weren't s'posed to see that yet."

"Yet?" Then your face lightened, lips parting slightly. "Oh!"

"Oh," he teased, sitting up and bringing you with him. Billy couldn't help the brief laugh that escaped him at your expression. "Was gonna do it all proper 'n everything."

Your eyes were wide as the centers of daisies. Quickly, you shoved the ring into his hand, covering your eyes with your hands. "I can pretend I didn't see it!"

Laughing again, he reached for your hands. "Don't be hidin', sweetheart. C'mere." Prying your hands from your face, he found a guilty expression.

You pressed your lips together. "I ruined it, I'm sorry."

"Didn't ruin a damn thing," he insisted, pulling you close so you were sitting sideways across his lap. Giving you a reassuring smile, he kissed the side of your head. "This feels more like us anyways, huh?"

"Yeah," you giggled, leaning into his kiss.

"Alright then." Billy gave you a pointed look. "I'm still gonna ask you."

"Ask away," you lifted your chin, smile beaming.

Holding the ring between his fingers, Billy wrapped the other arm around your waist, holding you steady. "I've wanted to marry you for a long time. Ain't nobody who brightens my world just by bein' in it the way you do. I wanna build a life with you at the center. I-" he swallowed. "I want to call you my wife."

You looked as though he'd stripped every star from the sky and strung them on a necklace for you to wear. He smiled, bouncing you once on his thigh playfully. "Will you marry me-?"

"Yes!" You threw your arms around him, sending him backwards into the flowers again. He hugged you tight around the waist, kissing your hair.

"That ain't everythin' I wanted to say," he murmured into your head, and you laughed, watching him slide the ring onto your finger.

Lifting your head and shifting so you laid directly atop his chest, chin resting on your folded arms so you could see your new ring, you murmured, "You've got a long time to tell me."

Leaning in, you kissed him softly, and he muttered against your lips. "Yes I do, Mrs. Bonney."

[roadkillremi]

Hi, I'm Roadkill Remi! I love all things weird and love writing fics that don't make a lick of sense.

⚠️ -Minors DNI

🫁 - Still in the works

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See you again... (Randy X Gn!Reader)

Not Perfectly Perfect (Randy X Gn!Reader)

Don't stay awake. (Randy X F!Reader)

Bullshit (Randy X F!Reader)

I won't allow it (Uncle! Randy X F!Reader)

Lost in the '90s (Randy X F!Reader)

My boy (Randy X F!Reader)

Like Old Times (Uncle!Randy X F!Reader)⚠️

Drunken Away (Randy X F!Reader)

Thigh Riding (Randy X F!Reader)⚠️

Brat (Randy X F!Reader) ⚠️

Sooner rather than later (Randy X F!Reader)

Stupid decisions, Stupid consequences (Uncle!Randy X F!Reader)

Director (Randy X Reader)

Too Dumb To speak (Randy X F!Reader)⚠️

Riding Randy. (Dilfy Randy X F!Reader)⚠️

Searching (Poly!Stu and Billy X Succubus!Reader) ⚠️

Experiment (Randy X Reader)⚠️

Impatient (Uncle!Randy X Reader⚠️

I want your video (Randy X Gn!Reader)

They're all dead (Stu X Gn!Reader)

Salty Tears (Randy X Gn!Reader)

Don't tell mom (Uncle!Randy X F!Reader)

Subway Cars (Mindy Martin-Meeks X F!Reader)

Catch Me (Billy X F!Reader X Stu)

Glances Exchanged (Tatum X F!Reader)

Crimson (Randy X Reader )

Till Death ⚠️

Our beginnings ⚠️

Randy was the third Ghostface ⚠️

Randy With Queer and/or Trans reader

Randy with Sleepy Reader

Scream With Alt. Reader

Randy X Ghostface Reader

Uncle Randy Holiday

Please don't kill me, Mr.GhostFace

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#2 ⚠️

#3

#4

#5

Sequel to Please Don't Kill me- I wanna be in the Sequel 🫁

Moodboard

#1

#2 ⚠️

Love Sucks (Randy Meeks X F!Reader) 🫁

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

"I wouldn't imagine breaking your no underwear rule" (Billy X F!Reader) ⚠️

"I can't lose you again! Can't you see that?" (Randy X F!Reader)⚠️

"I don't know how to touch you..." (Randy X F!Reader) ⚠️

"I have to admit. I'm very... possessive.". (Ghostface!Randy X F!Reader) ⚠️

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DuctTape 1 (FP Jones x F!Reader) Riverdale

Rhymes for your Mind(B RadXReader) Malibu's Most wanted

A better man (Negan Smith X F!reader) TWD⚠️

[phoenixcatch7]

Identity reveal shazamily fic idea:

They're fighting some big bad in a huge cave or throne room or in an air pocket miles underwater (the Rock?) and the league and shazamily are all there, every two stuck in separate areas (magic barriers? Cave ins? Enemies simply not letting them close?).

The roof is starting to collapse. Billy catches it, but with his powers divided, he's struggling. With a time limit before he falls, the battle intensifies.

Mary and her jl partner fells her opponent first, and looks across the room just in time to see him stagger under the crushing weight. She cannot reach him (in time?). They meet each others eyes. The wisdom of Solomon, or perhaps Mary batson, has an idea.

In a crash of thunder, she detransforms, in front of their enemies, and the entire justice league.

With power returned, captain marvel stands a bit straighter. The roof grows heavier. Cracks scatter across the high ceiling.

As Mary is carried to safety, the family understands what they must do.

In conjunction with the league member they were trapped with, they work to defeat their opponents, and one by one transform, each time revealing people too small, too young. The crash of thunder marks each victory. Rubble starts to fall and shake the earth as the league members pull their partners to safety, gathering together by the entrance, bandaging their wounds. All eyes are on Marvel, trapped under a great pillar of stone. (They have been working with him for years now, but each of his family has been revealed to be children. Is he, too?) Each time he raises the ceiling a little higher, and each time it grows heavier as the battles and the ticking clock destabilise the thousands of tons above.

At last, the final group win, and exhausted league members piggy back the last child hero over the rubble.

All are evacuated, but Marvel cannot move. Rapid power transfer and hours of stress have taken their toll, and he needs to transform back as well.

Finally, finally, green lantern and superman reach him, and with their help he is freed, collapsing to the side in relief. No one says a word.

With one final lightning strike, the last member of the team is revealed.

He's twelve years old.

And the league needs to take them all to safety.

[munchcrvnch]

I'LL MAKE YOU SAY HOW PROUD YOU ARE OF ME! SO STAY AWAKE JUST LONG ENOUGH TO SEE MY WAY!

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

AHH THIS IS SO DARLING!!! love love love this idea and reader, its just so sweet!!!

another lil farmers daughter!reader x billy. extremely self indulgent, not proofread, the whole works. enjoy!

it's been a few weeks since billy first arrived in your little jagged slice of midwest, and trust has bloomed between you two faster than the grass you coax life back into after every brutal winter. he indulges you in a way that no one ever has - hes never once criticized your choice to stay in this tiny, failing town, or asked why you ramble through places so ruinous. instead, he indulges you, pointing out wildflowers that might be nice to pick and place on graves on one of your walks through the local cemetery, and accompanies you on late-night wanderings through town. on more than one occasion, especially as the dog days of august start to roll in, these walks end in his motel room. it's nothing untoward; he's never once tried anything with you, but honestly, for all its failings, the motel is air conditioned and as temperatures hover around 80 even in the darkest depths of the night and humidity makes everything sticky and thick, the icy air that rattles from the window unit is more than welcome.

he pulls you to lean your head on the soft muscle where shoulder meets chest, perfectly angled for him to pet through your hair, which is sticky and tangling with cooling sweat. it is quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the neon sign outside, and you stare at the whorls in the wood paneling on the walls.

it is not so much that you were expecting billy to never leave as you were trying to ignore the eventuality. you know no one stays in a place like this, but your heart twists in a way you've never felt before when he tugs on a strand of your hair and tells you that he's gotten word that the job is starting soon - a tornado tore through the site, can you believe that? it's taken them weeks to get it back up and running - and he'll be driving out in a few days' time. he indulges your silence for a moment, then rushes out a plea for you to come with.

you think about the past few weeks. it's cheesy, but you realize how much of a monotony you've been living in when you're with him. he never tries to interrupt it, but by just being there he has lit up your world. things are less aimless while he's around, ramblings have a purpose beyond something to just occupy your time.

in your contemplation, you have become silent, and billy presses his cheek to the top of your head. he says he knows it's a big ask and, hey, listen, this job will take a couple of months. why don't you think about it and talk to your parents? he'll understand if you can't leave, he won't hold it against you. he told you he admired your connection to this place when he first met you, and that hasn't changed.

when you're tucked into bed that night, you pray and question and think. what, exactly, is it that keeps you here? is it your parents? they're not elderly and they do well by themselves as much as anyone does here, they'd be okay if you left so long as you promised to visit. it's not any old friends or valued places. as you tumble these thoughts in your head, you realize that nothing is keeping you here so much as you've never had a reason to leave, and suddenly, maybe, you do? you do. it's not abandoning your history, it's something that you'll always carry with you in the way you talk and love and pray, in the way that your first instinct will always be to help a neighbor. it's expanding it, allowing for more, allowing for...well, you suppose you'll find out.

so over the next three months, you pack up your life. you talk your parents into letting you go at all - you have money saved, you promise your mother, if things go south, you can make it on your own or come back home. you won't be stuck. it's something that's equally as important to you as it is to her; you refused to be stuck in the narrative that you should've left this town years ago, you refuse to be stuck anywhere else, either. your childhood bedroom in boxes is staggering to see. there's an ache to see how few boxes it took to pack up your life.

when billy returns, he insists on loading them into his truck. your father insists on helping him, presumably to give billy the shovel talk that you catch snippets of and has you burning red in the face. at the end of it, though, he's clapping billy on the back and shaking his hand, then turning to hug you in a way that is both more fierce and more tender than you think he ever has. your mother just squeezes your hand and extricates a promise of a labor-day visit home from you before you climb into the passenger seat of billy's truck. he lets you choose the cd for the drive from your hometown down to new mexico, and just rests a hand on your thigh and rubs with his thumb when you begin to cry a few hours in. somehow, he knows that you don't need to talk about it, that you can't talk about it.

the drive takes longer than it should, because you've confided in billy that you've never travelled out of your hometown and he's determined to show you every landmark (of his designation) along the way. sometimes these are kitschy tourist stops, like an enormous dinosaur statue or ball of yarn, but more often they're smaller things, like a natural spring or a pretty outcropping of rock or a hike he insists on because you have to see the view. you realize that he is a rambler too, just on a bigger scale than you've been able to be, and something hot flares in your chest. you will wander, with him and apart. with him, it will create moments that are just for the two of you, inimitable by any other people in any other time. apart, you will create stories for each other upon reunion, and in each other there will be something grounding - a home - to put a happily ever after on every fairy tale you get to live.

[angryhuangyu]

Its nearing my one year anniversary since I watched ST and started drawing two angsty boys 🥹 and I recently hit 1k followers on here?? WHAT THE HELL! Thank you for enjoying harringrove with me!

Thanks for following along with my art! Met so many cool people and got to geek out with the creators I used to watch on the sidelines! 😭

[barnabybrainrot]

[sagxshi]

i come bearing an extremely important image