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oh season one billy

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OUGHHH PHANTOM THEY ARE SO PERFECTTT IM IN LOVE

ok so anon is clearly not gonna be in the audience to behold phantoms stellar art bc i for one would LOVE to hear abt it

emi you're so sweet :( i have been trying to post these fuckers all morning lmao here is attempt number 6 and here you go too @outlawdaydream lmaoo i tried so many times to post this

i don't know if people want both or just the tom oc but i'll start with both and then we can discuss just the guy if you all want haha

→ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 "𝐞𝐥𝐢" 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝

32 years old, mechanic, kind of the perfect hot loser boy, cat dad (his cat's name is dee - which is short for something), strained blood family relationship but has a very strong found family in his life, pretty much exclusively goes by eli or "fitz" by the other mechanics in the shop, either unbelievably early or a little late, stressed that his girlfriend is younger than him

→ 𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐧𝐞 "𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐡" 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

23 years old, paralegal but aspiring lawyer, paints her nails every few days to match her outfits, journals obsessively, hamster mom (her hamster's name is pip), can not sleep unless she's read at least a chapter of her book, knows how much her older boyfriend is stressed about her age and either teases him for it or tells him to shut up and kiss her

→ 𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐡

met at a bar after she pretended to be his girlfriend to save him from a very flirty girl, didn't see each other for another year after that despite many close calls, then her car breaks down and low and behold she ends up at the shop he works at, both have reservations about being a relationship but for different reasons, love each other more than they've ever loved another

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this is barreling towards you, what do you do?

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TOM BLYTH as William H. Bonney Billy the Kid - 2x01: The Road to Hell

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#43 w/ Billy :) 💋

🎲 #43 : A bloody kiss

this was my take on this and tbh im LOVING the dynamic and NEED to put these photos here. i have created a monster and may even need to make a r persona based on this alone so....

“Are you actually fuckin’ insane darlin’?? Billy rushedly chased after you as you ran away from the encampment the gang stayed at.

“It was insane that Bob Olinger had the fucking gall to shit talk you behind your fucking back in front of the other, that’s what’s insane Billy!” You kept moving away, your bruised fist tightening as you rushed to get to your horse, Lilac. You desperately needed a break from the gang and the bitchiness of the men. 

It was no question they envied Billy. He was young, strong, and most importantly, famous. Each and every one of those vain boys that called themselves men hated that Billy the Kid was famous for going around the West, killing and committing crime. They hated that they had every privilege, all the work, all the women they could ever want because they could use the Kid’s name.

You hated all of it. It was no secret that you and Billy were close and that even Jesse and Billy were close yet those two-timing assholes had the fucking nerve to belittle Billy behind his back.

You lived by the saying, “If he ain’t facing front, don’t shoot.”

Of course, only in relation to those who aren’t trying to kill you. Which is how you found yourself tussling with Olinger after you heard him talk about Billy.

“Tch, that fucking Kid is useless. All he does is use his name and bat his pretty fucking eyelashes at Jesse and gets what he wants. Good for nothing, goody fucking two shoes. When has his morals ever fucking saved us? Hmm. Never, that's when. Ha! And he’s got that Angel whore o’his. Loser, I’d gamble his self righteousness takes her faci-”

At first you had tried to ignore him, his whiskey induced banter nothing more than bravado. But, the second he mentioned anything about Billy taking advantage of things he didn’t even know he had? He was done for, you had stood up at that, shooting down the rest of the alcohol in your glass as you started walking over to the son of a bitch. Then, he had the audacity to imply that you and Billy had been fucking? That was the final straw. 

You were sure that from across the room, Billy saw you stalking up to the man, unsure of what he was saying. But the surprise he felt when you tapped his shoulder all pretty and pouty only to throw a killer right hook straight to his nose was immense. Everyone shot up from their various positions as Olinger tried to swing at you only for you to duck quickly and deliver a deliciously savage upper cut.

You and Olinger really went at it, Billy, Jesse, and Pat (the three men you were the closest with) rushing to calm you down and get you away from Olinger. Once he knocked you down, there was no stop to his kicks which broke your nose. 

“Just give up now, you little whore bitch.”

You chuckle, kicking him in the crotch before jumping up and pushing him down into the table behind him. The wood splintered underneath him, the other boys going to his near unconscious body. You spit on the ground –as per petty cowboy tradition– and run out of the building shaking off Billy who had managed to get a hold of you.

Which is how you found yourself rushing to the horses to get away from all of it. You brush the blood dripping down your face with your equally bloody nose, grunting in pain.

“Shit Angel, that looks really bad.”

“‘M fine Billy, just get out of here.”

Billy grabs your arm, gently so as to not injure you further, and spins you to face him. In the moonlight, your skin would look luminous like that of a gods. But now, all Billy could see were the purplish bruises that were beginning to form on your skin and the dirty red blood dripping down your face. Billy brings his other hand to cup your face as his other rubs up your arms to your shoulder in a firm grip to make sure you don’t run away.

“No can do darlin’, you were fighting f’my honor, weren’t ya?”

You huff, “‘s what if I was? Nothin’ you coulda done to stop me. He was belittling you behind your fucking back. You know I hate that.”

Billy smiles, the fire within you still bursting with life, something he couldn’t have been more thankful for. There was a reason he let people talk smack about him. He didn’t give a shit what people said about him. But his girl? He heard Olinger calling you a whore, belittling your skill, tenacity, prowess, and power. That? Billy wouldn’t stand for it. Only, you beat him to the punch, literally.

“He was also talking about you, y’know baby. If I had heard that, I’d be in the exact same position as you now. Except, I’d prolly would have only been able to have done half the damage you did.”

You chuckle at that, Billy really had a way of making you feel better.

Billy, whips out a handkerchief, probably one he snatched off one of the many women inside. He lightly dabs it on the spots with blood, gently and carefully.

The delicateness of the moment nearly brought you to tears. One of the strongest men you knew with pistol-calloused hands, a tired but hard working body, and a tortured soul so careful and gentle with you.

You hold onto Billy's wrists, pushing yourself up onto the tips of your boots. Carefully, Billy brings his arm to your waist, hoisting you up impossibly closer, meeting your blood stained lips to his. Your hand shoots out, grasping his curls in your aching hands.

“Billy…”

“Angel?” He looks down at you, his ocean filled eyes twinkling with a passion and luster.

“Kiss me again, won’t cha?”

The sound Billy makes as he takes your lips again was anything but gentle but his hold on you was anything but rough. Billy didn’t even mind the metal tang in his mouth, glad to be wrapped up in you.

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i just gaffawed everywhere

me and the moots lowkey

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i need something beautiful and romantic to happen to me NOW

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the real star of the show

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EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Margaret Taylor

Joey Gable

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42 with alex

🎲 #42 : A clumsy kiss

You don’t know what overcame you to order a whole bottle of red at the market earlier. Especially when you had a notoriously bad relationship with the deeply colored wine.

“Aleeeeeex, babyyy. Kith moi.” You nearly jump into Alex, making you two sink further into the couch you two sat on. The plate of cured meats and robust cheeses sat on the coffee table right next to the now empty bottle of red. Alex knew it was a bad idea letting you buy the bottle, especially since he didn’t really love reds, but he knew it was an even worse idea letting you pour the glasses. You must have been in a very good mood since you were downing sip after sip as you two watched the Italian sunset from your rental at Lake Como. 

“Baby, are you sure?” You start climbing into his lap, accidently hitting your forehead against his. Your linen shorts ride up your thighs a bit as you wiggled your ass to get comfy.

In a haze of rich wine, you bring your face up to look at Alex, brushing your lips against his. You slip and your win stained lips meet his cheek instead.

“Oop, that's not your lips baby. Where are youuu?” You sing, making Alex laugh. You lazily bring your hands to cup his cheeks, your fingers messing with his hair lightly fanning his face.

“No it isn’t darling.” He taps his soft lips with his finger, “they’re over here baby.”

You giggle, pressing a featherlight kiss to his lips. Your hands move to his neck, cradling the soft curls covering his neck. You press kiss after kiss to his face, moving down to his neck.

Alex’s arms come around you, playing with your hair softly. Soon, your soft snores accompany the saxophone band playing in the square as the locals dance the night away.

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OMG APPARENTLY YOU CAN SET A REMINDER FOR PWMOV NOW!?!?!?!

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lol me too

not getting a single kiss blurb request for coryo is crazy...

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OMG APPARENTLY YOU CAN SET A REMINDER FOR PWMOV NOW!?!?!?!

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OMG APPARENTLY YOU CAN SET A REMINDER FOR PWMOV NOW!?!?!?!

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"you won't. just inch off a little more." he couldn't even glare at you properly; there was too much love in his eyes.

"there. is that good, mary jane?" he teased, smiling even while upside-down as he caught the way your face flushed in response.

"that's good, spider-man," EEEEEP

"come down here and kiss me properly, peter parker," you giggled only for him to then hit his own head into the ceiling with a groan before falling back onto the mattress beneath him. you cursed as you scurried to the ladder to check on him, smiling when you saw him dramatically laid out across the bare vinyl coated bed.

"you come up here and kiss me, spider-girl. i'm not moving anymore." OMFG PHANTOMM YOUR DIALOGUE IS ALWAYS SO MAGICAL STAWWWP THIS WAS SOOOOO CUTE!!!

🎲 with our beloved Alex Nilsen, please!

ok... i had to do this because it made me laugh and it feels like something poppy would make him try and writing this just made me smile so much :) also a little longer than i thought it was going to be but i had so much fun with it lmao

🎲 ༘⋆༄.°⋆ an upside-down "spider-man" kiss (#17) - prompt list

"you want me to do what?" alex looked at you like you'd told him to jump off a cliff. you certainly had not. you thought your request was quite tame in reality. you hadn't made many friends freshman year of college but meeting alex nilsen had proved to be the best thing that the whole year had given you. slowly but surely you two grew closer and closer until you were inseperable by christmas and dating by spring break. now it had come time to move out of the dorms for the summer and a whole three months without him felt like eternity.

thankfully, his roommate had moved out a week early and the two of you relished in the time alone in his dorm, even sleeping together in an impossibly small bunk bed of all things. alex had taken the bottom bunk after his roommate insisted that it was superior but having the top empty was now something you were grateful for at the end of your last in-person weekly movie night. the movie was the inspiration for your request, of course.

"just lay on your back and hang your head off the mattress. i obviously can't ask you to hang from a fire escape now can i?"

"you are making this sound like it's a normal thing to do when it very much is not." you rolled your eyes at his response and with some hesitation, he climbed onto the top bunk.

"your nose is going to hit my chin and vice versa you know?" he tried to point out as he laid down but you were set on the idea as you watched him begrudgingly move to hang his head off the side.

"if i fall-"

"you won't. just inch off a little more." he couldn't even glare at you properly; there was too much love in his eyes.

"there. is that good, mary jane?" he teased, smiling even while upside-down as he caught the way your face flushed in response.

"that's good, spider-man," you managed to tease back as you stepped toward him. he was right about your nose bumping his chin and his bumping yours but truthfully you couldn't care once your lips met his. it was soft, sweet, and a little awkward. like most of your early kisses with the boy. it was for those reasons that you loved it a little more as you played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

pulling away proved a tad more difficult as he slipped a bit further off the bed and he quickly grabbed onto the railing, hitting his nose into yours as he pulled himself up.

"shit! sorry i didn't- i didn't want to fall," he cursed, listening to the soft laughter you let out from where you stood rubbing away the ache of your nose.

"come down here and kiss me properly, peter parker," you giggled only for him to then hit his own head into the ceiling with a groan before falling back onto the mattress beneath him. you cursed as you scurried to the ladder to check on him, smiling when you saw him dramatically laid out across the bare vinyl coated bed.

"you come up here and kiss me, spider-girl. i'm not moving anymore."

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"13 if you round up."

"12 hours, mister. you can survive 12 hours without me." he scoffed at the thought as he leaned back down to kiss you again.

"it was 13 hours too long." THE BANTER YES YES YESSS!! ALSO THE RUSHED KISS OUGHHHHH PHANTOMMMMMM

🎲 with billyyyy

i thought about doing an angsty version of #28 but decided to be nice and do something cute with this instead hehe

🎲 ༘⋆༄.°⋆ a kiss in greeting (#27) - prompt list

12 hours. billy had been gone for 12 hours since he kissed you goodbye before the sun rose and he swore his skin was itching as he waited for every second to pass to get to the moment, he'd be let free to come home to you.

his new job at a local ranch had been a great achievement of his new life since finally deciding to run away with you for good but there was a need in his bones to be home with you that day more than anything. the cattle were taking their sweet time and he swore even his horse was running annoyingly sluggish to his liking. but the moment he heard the call that the ranchhands were good to leave for the day, he had never booked it home quite as fast.

the wind in his face, nearly sweeping his hat clean off his head at times, was the least of his concerns as he had encouraged his horse to make a move for home with quite a few extra carrots he bribed another worker for. but it was all worth it the second he caught sight of the tiny cottage you two were nearly finished fixing up. he knew it wasn't enough to start the family you two wanted yet but it was a start and that was all he could ask for.

sitting on the porch, soup simmering in the kitchen, and a book in your hand, you saw billy before you heard him. a blur on the horizon that you knew was suspicious shaped just like the man of your dreams. you twirled the small thread of string around your ring finger as you tried to go back to your reading, though it proved difficult with the excitement in your veins.

"darling!" he called out as he got close to the cottage, jumping off his horse, not bothering to tie him up, before he ran up the porch. you stood before he could lift you up and he wrapped his arms around you quickly, his hold tight but welcoming as he pressed his lips to yours. it was your favorite reminder that he had chosen you in the end.

"missed you so bad," he mumbled against your mouth, making you laugh before you pulled back a bit. he tried to chase your lips but you placed a hand on his chest and softly, "you were gone for 12 hours."

"13 if you round up."

"12 hours, mister. you can survive 12 hours without me." he scoffed at the thought as he leaned back down to kiss you again.

"it was 13 hours too long."