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Raindrops on Roses

William H Bonney x Fem!Reader Requested: Billy x female reader where reader wakes up early to a thunderstorm. Billy eventually wakes up too, and they cuddle while listening to the rain and thunder. Word count: 521 words Warnings: lots of fluff

She could hear the pitter patter of the summer rain against the windows, causing her to wake up earlier than usual. It wasn't an unwelcome change though. Ever since she was a young child, rain had always had a calming effect on her. Thunderstorms in the morning, around seven thirty to be exact, were no exception. Maybe it was the sounds or the scenery; perhaps it was the knowledge of flowers blooming after the shower. Whatever it was, she was content simply watching from under the covers of her and Billy's shared bed. 

Billy was still fast asleep and cuddled up to her left side; his face nuzzled against her shoulder as he let out an occasional soft snore. He looked so peaceful; dare she say, beautiful. His chestnut hair was in wispy curls; his soft freckles littered across his cheeks like constellations she longed to connect. She felt an urge to reach out and gently caress his sun kissed cheekbones, but she didn't want to wake him from his much-needed slumber. He'd had a rough few days and nights with the gang that week, and the last thing she wanted was to deprive him of the rest and relaxation he'd been craving. So, she let him rest as she watched the storm outside. That was until sharp thunder could be heard from the clouds, causing him to stir in his sleep and let out an unintelligible noise against her skin. 

"Mmm.. good mornin'," He mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss against her shoulder blade. His calloused hands rubbed against her waist over her cream nightgown, making her stomach flutter. 

"Good morning, baby." She whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry the storm woke you up." 

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he leaned even closer and started peppering soft kisses against her neck. "Is' all good, darin. Much rather watch you anyways." 

Her hands massaged his scalp and bare back as he kissed up her neck to her cheek. The sounds of raindrops hitting the glass and the echoing of thunder continued to play in the background. He gently nibbled her cheek, making her giggle before he nuzzled his nose against hers.  

"You're so pretty," She hummed as she looked up at him. 

Her words made him chuckle and also caused a light flush to appear on his cheeks. "I'm pretty?" 

Before she had the chance to reply, another bolt of loud thunder erupted from outside. They both looked at the window by the bed again and watched as the water droplets poured and branches swayed in the wind. "It's really comin' down out there, huh?" 

She nodded, her fingers still running through his hair as he laid his head on her chest. They continued to watch the storm from their warm bed as they stayed snuggled together, occasionally sharing a kiss or cracking a joke between thunder roars.  

"For the record..." He started, his words slightly slurred as sleep started to take over once again. "You're so pretty." 

"Prettier than the rain?" 

He smiled as he continued to drift off, her heartbeat acting like a lullaby. "And all the roses." 

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Raindrops on Roses

William H Bonney x Fem!Reader Requested: Billy x female reader where reader wakes up early to a thunderstorm. Billy eventually wakes up too, and they cuddle while listening to the rain and thunder. Word count: 521 words Warnings: lots of fluff

She could hear the pitter patter of the summer rain against the windows, causing her to wake up earlier than usual. It wasn't an unwelcome change though. Ever since she was a young child, rain had always had a calming effect on her. Thunderstorms in the morning, around seven thirty to be exact, were no exception. Maybe it was the sounds or the scenery; perhaps it was the knowledge of flowers blooming after the shower. Whatever it was, she was content simply watching from under the covers of her and Billy's shared bed. 

Billy was still fast asleep and cuddled up to her left side; his face nuzzled against her shoulder as he let out an occasional soft snore. He looked so peaceful; dare she say, beautiful. His chestnut hair was in wispy curls; his soft freckles littered across his cheeks like constellations she longed to connect. She felt an urge to reach out and gently caress his sun kissed cheekbones, but she didn't want to wake him from his much-needed slumber. He'd had a rough few days and nights with the gang that week, and the last thing she wanted was to deprive him of the rest and relaxation he'd been craving. So, she let him rest as she watched the storm outside. That was until sharp thunder could be heard from the clouds, causing him to stir in his sleep and let out an unintelligible noise against her skin. 

"Mmm.. good mornin'," He mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss against her shoulder blade. His calloused hands rubbed against her waist over her cream nightgown, making her stomach flutter. 

"Good morning, baby." She whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry the storm woke you up." 

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he leaned even closer and started peppering soft kisses against her neck. "Is' all good, darin. Much rather watch you anyways." 

Her hands massaged his scalp and bare back as he kissed up her neck to her cheek. The sounds of raindrops hitting the glass and the echoing of thunder continued to play in the background. He gently nibbled her cheek, making her giggle before he nuzzled his nose against hers.  

"You're so pretty," She hummed as she looked up at him. 

Her words made him chuckle and also caused a light flush to appear on his cheeks. "I'm pretty?" 

Before she had the chance to reply, another bolt of loud thunder erupted from outside. They both looked at the window by the bed again and watched as the water droplets poured and branches swayed in the wind. "It's really comin' down out there, huh?" 

She nodded, her fingers still running through his hair as he laid his head on her chest. They continued to watch the storm from their warm bed as they stayed snuggled together, occasionally sharing a kiss or cracking a joke between thunder roars.  

"For the record..." He started, his words slightly slurred as sleep started to take over once again. "You're so pretty." 

"Prettier than the rain?" 

He smiled as he continued to drift off, her heartbeat acting like a lullaby. "And all the roses." 

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I'm so sorry that I haven't been as active lately. I've been busy with some personal things but I'll try to be more active this week

thank you to everyone who sent in requests. I'm working on them, I promise 💖

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"He will be my best possible outcome."

I am SEATED

Not a lot, just forever🥀

To fix the Capitol's low birth rate they've come up with an experiment: thirty of the academy's finest will be married to a chosen district peer. The poorer the district, the more money the student receives for their care. Coriolanus has to choose wisely and provide for his family.

or,

You're married off to Coriolanus Snow and thrown into a life with him in the capitol

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Raindrops on Roses

William H Bonney x Fem!Reader Requested: Billy x female reader where reader wakes up early to a thunderstorm. Billy eventually wakes up too, and they cuddle while listening to the rain and thunder. Word count: 521 words Warnings: lots of fluff

She could hear the pitter patter of the summer rain against the windows, causing her to wake up earlier than usual. It wasn't an unwelcome change though. Ever since she was a young child, rain had always had a calming effect on her. Thunderstorms in the morning, around seven thirty to be exact, were no exception. Maybe it was the sounds or the scenery; perhaps it was the knowledge of flowers blooming after the shower. Whatever it was, she was content simply watching from under the covers of her and Billy's shared bed. 

Billy was still fast asleep and cuddled up to her left side; his face nuzzled against her shoulder as he let out an occasional soft snore. He looked so peaceful; dare she say, beautiful. His chestnut hair was in wispy curls; his soft freckles littered across his cheeks like constellations she longed to connect. She felt an urge to reach out and gently caress his sun kissed cheekbones, but she didn't want to wake him from his much-needed slumber. He'd had a rough few days and nights with the gang that week, and the last thing she wanted was to deprive him of the rest and relaxation he'd been craving. So, she let him rest as she watched the storm outside. That was until sharp thunder could be heard from the clouds, causing him to stir in his sleep and let out an unintelligible noise against her skin. 

"Mmm.. good mornin'," He mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss against her shoulder blade. His calloused hands rubbed against her waist over her cream nightgown, making her stomach flutter. 

"Good morning, baby." She whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry the storm woke you up." 

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he leaned even closer and started peppering soft kisses against her neck. "Is' all good, darin. Much rather watch you anyways." 

Her hands massaged his scalp and bare back as he kissed up her neck to her cheek. The sounds of raindrops hitting the glass and the echoing of thunder continued to play in the background. He gently nibbled her cheek, making her giggle before he nuzzled his nose against hers.  

"You're so pretty," She hummed as she looked up at him. 

Her words made him chuckle and also caused a light flush to appear on his cheeks. "I'm pretty?" 

Before she had the chance to reply, another bolt of loud thunder erupted from outside. They both looked at the window by the bed again and watched as the water droplets poured and branches swayed in the wind. "It's really comin' down out there, huh?" 

She nodded, her fingers still running through his hair as he laid his head on her chest. They continued to watch the storm from their warm bed as they stayed snuggled together, occasionally sharing a kiss or cracking a joke between thunder roars.  

"For the record..." He started, his words slightly slurred as sleep started to take over once again. "You're so pretty." 

"Prettier than the rain?" 

He smiled as he continued to drift off, her heartbeat acting like a lullaby. "And all the roses." 

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"In that moment, when you dragged Alex to dance with the locals, he saw his future, bright and true. The color of water was so blue, it was clear as day that he was meant to be with you."

omg omg OMG I love this 🥹

✎ᝰᝰ the color of water ᝰᝰ

summary: lake como with alex ; )

tags: swimming, kisses, fluff, traveling in italy, all good stuff

a/n: been a long time coming and summer vibes are happening leading to this, i hope you enjoy : )

The sun was high in the sky and the cool blue lake called out your name. Begging and seducing you to take a dip in one of the most beautiful and famous lakes ever. 

When you had suggested a summer trip to Italy, Alex was a bit hesitant. Price, lodgings, transportation, food, everything. Not to mention, Alex didn’t know lick of Italian. You had tried to soothe the man, offering other options but as soon as he saw your vision board of a trip to Lake Como, Alex booked the tickets. 

The seats on the plane? Mediocre. The Italia Rail tickets? Cheap and in the dead of morning. The rental car? What rental car? Alex anticipated little to no driving so he opted for public transportation and the very very minimal taxi use.

But, the place where you stayed? A near perfect lake side villa the old math teacher, who taught at the school where the two of you worked, had stayed nearly twenty years ago.

The crisp Italian sun reflected on the immaculately crimson tile of the roof. The walls were scaled by lecherous vines that climbed to the heavens. The facade of the building rustic with cream colored walls and weathering from the near ancient times the building had withstood. The villa was all but twenty steps from a marble terrace where a chaise for two people sat. The cerulean waters of the lake are surrounded by the beautiful and rich buildings and flowers. So many flowers of all kinds grew on terraces, balconies, pots and walkways. 

Alex had kept it a secret from you, the whole trip. He had promised that along the way, you’d figure it out. From the airport where you got your boarding passes that displayed “FCO,” the airport of Roma. Once you had landed in Italy, he had hailed a taxi to a small hotel where you two would stay the night before your early early train from Roma Termini. 

“You know, you can tell me where we are taking the treno to, right?” You looked up at him as you stood in front of the floor length mirror where you had been getting ready to go out for dinner.

“You’ll find out tomorrow, I promise darling.”

“Alex,” you sang, “please? Just even one little hint. I didn’t even know you had booked this trip, which is so not fair, you know?”

He chuckled and you noticed the mischievous glint behind his hazel eyes, “Nope, No can do babe, you’re gonna just have to wait and see.”

You pouted, finishing up your make up. That first dinner in Italy was one you’d never forget, the red wine that spilled on Alex’s snow white shirt, the delicious and savory food you two had devoured unapologetically after your long flight from home. You had been sat at the cutest booth near the back, a perfect spot for tipsy kisses and sweet nothings. 

Your sluggish hands reached up to Alex’s face, cupping his strong jaw as you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“I love you so much, did you know that Alex?”

You smush your lips to his. Or well, attempt. The red wine coursing through your system causes your face to sway to the left, your lips meeting his cheek. You pull back, giggling at Alex’s pink flushed face.

“I think it’s time to go back to the hotel darling. You’ve had too many wine.” He smiles.

“But staying out under the Italian moon speaks to me!”

Of course, you regretted the vigorous wine drinking of the night before when Alex woke you up promptly at three AM to prepare for the train taking you to the mystery location. Florence? Milan? Genoa? All possibilities. Maybe even Venice or Verona –although, these two tourist traps would probably ward Alex away. The hangover definitely didn’t help as you started shoving clothes into your suitcase, panicking that you were gonna miss your train. But by the time you had actually got to the train station (which was quite literally a hop skip and jump away), you realized that Mr.Anxious-Contingency got you two there nearly two hours early.

“Alex, you do realize this isn’t an airport, right? You only need to be like 30 minutes early to the train departure time.”

He gives you a look, “ok so, maybe a mistake was made.”

You smile, setting your bags down. Alex’s eyes look away from yours, his ears pink with embarrassment (again). You two find a nice place to sit down, eating the rushed breakfast you had managed to pick up in Alex’s rush to get to the termini. 

So, two hours go by with you and Alex sitting at the train station watching people go by. You’d impersonate the poor travelers (your impressions were awful and made Alex and you cackle so loudly, you were sure they could hear your laughter all the way from Ohio) and make the time go by.

One minute you pretended that you were a long lost heiress who had to rush to catch her train where she’d meet her father, the next Alex would be a boy who had only a penny to his name trying to get on the train to Venice so he can find his long lost lover only to find out that she is dying. The tone of the stories were questionable but the fun that you two had sure made your day that much funner.

Finally, after the wait, you found out that Alex was taking you to Lake Como. Your dream vacation, your dream destination, and one of the only places you had a pinterest board of. Everything was clicking into place, Alex’s secretive nature, his interest in your ideal summer vacation. Nothing could have beat this. Once you had found out, you jumped onto the tall man nearly tackling him to the ground. 

The days that you spent in the cool lake underneath the warm Italian sun, it was well worth the wait. You couldn’t even believe your eyes, the lake was gorgeous and the place Alex had splurged on was perfectly rustic.

“Oh Alex, this was perfect. I don’t think I ever want to leave!” You smiled, your gelato in one hand and Alex holding the other. Even though it was hot hot, Alex let you hold his hand, your happiness infectious even when a saxophone heavy band started playing in the little square of restaurants and cafes. 

“Darling, I would not blame you. Even with all this saxophone, this place speaks to me.”

You turn to Alex, “I think that when we are old and grey, I want to come back here even just for one final trip just so we can dance the night away and swim in the water.”

Even though you two were young, Alex knew he agreed with your sentiment. 

Looking at you in that moment, Alex knew that he’d never let you go. He knew that you two would grow old together, maybe even have kids together. You’d continue to explore the world and embrace change together. 

In that moment, when you dragged Alex to dance with the locals, he saw his future, bright and true. The color of water was so blue, it was clear as day that he was meant to be with you.

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Raindrops on Roses

William H Bonney x Fem!Reader Requested: Billy x female reader where reader wakes up early to a thunderstorm. Billy eventually wakes up too, and they cuddle while listening to the rain and thunder. Word count: 521 words Warnings: lots of fluff

She could hear the pitter patter of the summer rain against the windows, causing her to wake up earlier than usual. It wasn't an unwelcome change though. Ever since she was a young child, rain had always had a calming effect on her. Thunderstorms in the morning, around seven thirty to be exact, were no exception. Maybe it was the sounds or the scenery; perhaps it was the knowledge of flowers blooming after the shower. Whatever it was, she was content simply watching from under the covers of her and Billy's shared bed. 

Billy was still fast asleep and cuddled up to her left side; his face nuzzled against her shoulder as he let out an occasional soft snore. He looked so peaceful; dare she say, beautiful. His chestnut hair was in wispy curls; his soft freckles littered across his cheeks like constellations she longed to connect. She felt an urge to reach out and gently caress his sun kissed cheekbones, but she didn't want to wake him from his much-needed slumber. He'd had a rough few days and nights with the gang that week, and the last thing she wanted was to deprive him of the rest and relaxation he'd been craving. So, she let him rest as she watched the storm outside. That was until sharp thunder could be heard from the clouds, causing him to stir in his sleep and let out an unintelligible noise against her skin. 

"Mmm.. good mornin'," He mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss against her shoulder blade. His calloused hands rubbed against her waist over her cream nightgown, making her stomach flutter. 

"Good morning, baby." She whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry the storm woke you up." 

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he leaned even closer and started peppering soft kisses against her neck. "Is' all good, darin. Much rather watch you anyways." 

Her hands massaged his scalp and bare back as he kissed up her neck to her cheek. The sounds of raindrops hitting the glass and the echoing of thunder continued to play in the background. He gently nibbled her cheek, making her giggle before he nuzzled his nose against hers.  

"You're so pretty," She hummed as she looked up at him. 

Her words made him chuckle and also caused a light flush to appear on his cheeks. "I'm pretty?" 

Before she had the chance to reply, another bolt of loud thunder erupted from outside. They both looked at the window by the bed again and watched as the water droplets poured and branches swayed in the wind. "It's really comin' down out there, huh?" 

She nodded, her fingers still running through his hair as he laid his head on her chest. They continued to watch the storm from their warm bed as they stayed snuggled together, occasionally sharing a kiss or cracking a joke between thunder roars.  

"For the record..." He started, his words slightly slurred as sleep started to take over once again. "You're so pretty." 

"Prettier than the rain?" 

He smiled as he continued to drift off, her heartbeat acting like a lullaby. "And all the roses." 

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aww I love reading soft billy fics

that was so cute

thank you 🥹💖

and thank you to everyone else who's shown love to my fic. I appreciate it so 💐

soft billy is superior

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Hi there! I have a request: Billy x female reader where reader wakes up early to a thunderstorm. Billy eventually wakes up too, and they cuddle while listening to the rain and thunder.

this is adorable, anon 💝🥹

fic right here <3

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Raindrops on Roses

William H Bonney x Fem!Reader Requested: Billy x female reader where reader wakes up early to a thunderstorm. Billy eventually wakes up too, and they cuddle while listening to the rain and thunder. Word count: 521 words Warnings: lots of fluff

She could hear the pitter patter of the summer rain against the windows, causing her to wake up earlier than usual. It wasn't an unwelcome change though. Ever since she was a young child, rain had always had a calming effect on her. Thunderstorms in the morning, around seven thirty to be exact, were no exception. Maybe it was the sounds or the scenery; perhaps it was the knowledge of flowers blooming after the shower. Whatever it was, she was content simply watching from under the covers of her and Billy's shared bed. 

Billy was still fast asleep and cuddled up to her left side; his face nuzzled against her shoulder as he let out an occasional soft snore. He looked so peaceful; dare she say, beautiful. His chestnut hair was in wispy curls; his soft freckles littered across his cheeks like constellations she longed to connect. She felt an urge to reach out and gently caress his sun kissed cheekbones, but she didn't want to wake him from his much-needed slumber. He'd had a rough few days and nights with the gang that week, and the last thing she wanted was to deprive him of the rest and relaxation he'd been craving. So, she let him rest as she watched the storm outside. That was until sharp thunder could be heard from the clouds, causing him to stir in his sleep and let out an unintelligible noise against her skin. 

"Mmm.. good mornin'," He mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss against her shoulder blade. His calloused hands rubbed against her waist over her cream nightgown, making her stomach flutter. 

"Good morning, baby." She whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry the storm woke you up." 

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he leaned even closer and started peppering soft kisses against her neck. "Is' all good, darin. Much rather watch you anyways." 

Her hands massaged his scalp and bare back as he kissed up her neck to her cheek. The sounds of raindrops hitting the glass and the echoing of thunder continued to play in the background. He gently nibbled her cheek, making her giggle before he nuzzled his nose against hers.  

"You're so pretty," She hummed as she looked up at him. 

Her words made him chuckle and also caused a light flush to appear on his cheeks. "I'm pretty?" 

Before she had the chance to reply, another bolt of loud thunder erupted from outside. They both looked at the window by the bed again and watched as the water droplets poured and branches swayed in the wind. "It's really comin' down out there, huh?" 

She nodded, her fingers still running through his hair as he laid his head on her chest. They continued to watch the storm from their warm bed as they stayed snuggled together, occasionally sharing a kiss or cracking a joke between thunder roars.  

"For the record..." He started, his words slightly slurred as sleep started to take over once again. "You're so pretty." 

"Prettier than the rain?" 

He smiled as he continued to drift off, her heartbeat acting like a lullaby. "And all the roses." 

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about my blog <3

EM - 20 - she/her - 18+ only

what I post about/who I write for:

tom blyth coriolanus snow william h bonney alex nilsen tom blyth characters in general

disclaimers:

I can write for x reader, OCs, and existing ships.

please be nice over here. if you don't like my blog, you can always just unfollow/not interact. hate will typically either get you ignored or blocked.

I haven't decided if I'll write for tom or not, but you can still send in requests for him. that being said, I am NOT comfortable writing rpf smut, so please don't request that.

if a request makes me uncomfortable/I don't write it, I mean no offense. you probably aren't doing anything, I promise <3

content guide: 🤍= fluff, 🖤= angst, 💋= smut

masterlist:

raindrops on roses (william h bonney x fem!reader) 🤍

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currently accepting fanfic requests for anyone curious <3

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Tom Blyth as Bobby Sanders in the upcoming Bull Run (Discussion Materials).

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TOM BLYTH exactly one year ago on the set of “Wasteman” together with David Jonsson and director Calum Macdiarmid.

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a boy with a dream and many guns 🩷

I did it for you @francixoxoxo

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new: TOM BLYTH in Canada in Calgary yesterday (June 8th, 2025) together with the #IATSE212 Union for "Stage, Motion Picture and Scenic Artist and Technicians in Southern Alberta"

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