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“fist to fist?” billy echoes with amusement, thinking that’s about right. his anger hasn’t fully dissolved. it’s still simmering deep inside his belly, just waiting for the perfect moment to explode. “don’t you think it’s just what he deserves? maybe it would help him be a better man.” one that doesn’t flirt with or lay his grimy hands on women without consent and then paints himself as both the savior and victim. “but i’ll let it go.” not really. he’ll let it go for now, wait for another slip up and have this man to man conversation with pat then. 

walking down the trail, billy feels incredibly uncomfortable — the skin on his shoulders is burned to a crisp, he’s a little tired from all the swimming, the alcohol he’s consumed (although not even an impressive amount) is making him feel queasy, he’s hungry and sticky and he too finds himself wishing for a shower. it’s like lucy gray’s reading his mind. “i think we’ll have to grab a bucket, fill it with lake water and go someplace private with a soap and a towel.” his friends never care much for showers while they’re out camping. “or shower in this lake?” these are really their only options. there’s a bathroom in the camper but the water tank’s mostly empty, and this campsite isn’t an actual campsite with nice facilities. it’s a big meadow in the middle of nowhere. “we could hike back to my car and find a gas station?” but that’s a half hour hike just to get to his GMC.

eyes falling on his chest, the way he puffs it doesn’t go unnoticed— a brow perks because what is that, exactly? confidence? makes her want to laugh either way but she swallows it back. “well, i don’t know what man to man means. you mean fist to fist?” both brows perk this time, since he ain’t foolin’ her. then a soft smile changes her face, reminded yet again of his gentlemanly side which always causes a pang of fondness each time. reminds her how billy taupe and a lot men like him would laugh and throw it in her face, the kind of men she wants to take a fist to.

if pat doesn’t choose the right words, he’ll be suffering the same fate— lucky for him, his words neither satisfy or disturb her more than she already is. he chooses them in a way that’s even more dangerous, feeling like she can read through him better now, with how innocently he plays it off. but her mama always taught her you can spot a liar through the eyes, because the eyes were the window to everyone’s soul and they never lie or conceal a person’s true intentions. “mhm.” lucy gray mumbles, before turning with billy in tow. glancing up at billy, gauging how he’s taking it, before finding amusement in it… reaching up to turn his face away as they walk. “what’re we gonna do for a shower? i feel gross.”

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“yeah?” billy puffs out his chest, a combination of pride and self-satisfaction flashing across his visage. it never fails to amaze him what he’s willing to do for lucy gray, how much he’s willing to risk and sacrifice just to protect her. he knows that if it comes down to a physical altercation with pat, his whole career’s at stake, and yet it doesn’t seem to matter at all in the heat of the moment. all that matters is his girl. she’s not officially his girlfriend but she’s his childhood sweetheart, his best friend, his soulmate and he’d die for her no questions asked. as his pale blue eyes linger on her olive features, he hopes she can tell just how much she means to him. “i just want to talk to him. man to man.” billy would have pulled pat aside if the other weren’t already beside them. he can’t let this kind of behavior slide. “so are you?” the cowboy parrots, both amused and impressed, falling in love with her all over again because she’s so fierce. he adores this fire that’s burning deep inside her. “it’s nothin’, baby. princesses shouldn’t have to carry heavy things.” he doesn’t care if his friends laugh at him or call him gay or something just because he’s carrying a bag. he’d feel like an asshole, walking beside her, carrying nothing while she’s lugging everything. his good mood falters when pat opens his mouth and bullshit rolls right out. still, billy can’t really act like a toddler and sucker punch the guy. he’s trying to have a conversation and that’s a start, he figures. besides, lucy gray’s handling it very well and this kind of interruption would surely only upset her. “i was worried you’d fall overboard but i still had my peanut butter cup in hands and… oh, it happened so fast and everything felt so slippery because of the chocolate on my fingers, you know? i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. i’m a police officer, like you said, saving people is what i do for a living. again, i just wanted to say i’m sorry.” billy thinks pat’s only sorry he’s got caught but still allows for lucy gray to tug him away from pat and towards the trail without further commentary. all he does is point two fingers at his eyes and then at pat in a silent reminder — i’m watching you.

“why, course it impressed me.” the brunette chirps, an amused smile pulling at her face, swatting his hand away when he tries tickling her. she won’t elaborate how attractive that was too her, wouldn’t want to give him the big head— no, she’ll save that all for her diary. small hand slips into his bigger one, carefully stepping off the floor of the boat and onto the small pier. “still after him? well, so am i.” but now she can give him a piece of her mind, now that they’re on solid ground. “all right, thank you, just be careful.” looking at his back, a hint of concern contorts her features, she thought she added enough sun lotion… but guess not, guess she needed to apply more but he was too busy pulling jesse’s pants down like the toddlers they are when they’re together. glancing up once she hears the voice, a nervous swirl in her stomach because he’s gettin’ a little too close for comfort and billy. “help, like how? either way, he’s right. you don’t put your hands on someone like that— i mean, i really do hope you were tryin’ to help and not secretly a creep, especially you bein’ a police officer an’ all. that’d be scary, wouldn’t it.” doe eyes burn a hole through those untrustworthy blue ones of pat’s, tugging billy along away from him.

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billy doesn’t even attempt to stifle the smug grin that overtakes his features upon hearing lucy gray’s remark. “did it impress you? at least a little bit?” he gently tickles her side and nudges her cheek with the tip of her nose. “you know what will make an even better point? when i punch his lights out.” he stops, waits for her and offers to hold her hand, partially to show pat that she’s not his to flirt with and partially just because he simply enjoys the feel of her small palm in his. “here, i’ll carry it for you.” he takes her bag and slings it over his shoulder, wincing because it stings like crazy. his shoulders are completely burned, red and radiating heat. he climbs up onto the pier and reaches for her, helping her out of the boat. he lingers by her side as everyone else starts to walk back to their campsite, but so does pat. “hey, billy, lucy gray, i — i was just trying to help. i’m sorry if i overstepped. no hard feelings?”

crossing her legs, folding her hands in her lap, billy still ranting in anger… lucy gray lets him because how valid when she too feels the exact same kind of anger. but one of them has to be the level headed one as usual in these situations when one of them is losing their minds, so it’ll be her. feeling the hesitance roll off him when his arm barely curls around her seat, she takes it and puts it around her shoulders herself, holding onto his hand to make sure he still doesn’t go anywhere. “son of a WHORE?” lucy gray parrots accidentally a little too loudly, head tossing back as laughter sounds from her. “interestin’ what happens when billy gets mad.” he comes up with his own curse words and it sets her loose in unhinged amusement.

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Billy the Kid

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a small smile tugs at the corners of billy’s lips when lucy gray’s hand finds his and moves his arm so that it envelops her shoulders, her skin surprisingly cool compared to his own. the tan’s only now beginning to set in, and so are the burns. he ignores it for the time being but can already tell it’s going to hurt like seven hells at night. laughing upon hearing lucy gray’s sweet voice, it takes him by surprise. he doesn’t think he’s ever heard her cuss like this. “what? what did you say, baby?” he encourages, trying to make her say it again even if he knows she most likely won’t. “i don’t ever get mad for no reason at all, right? so it’s all good. all justified. he deserves that.” actually, calling pat names is the least he can do. when the boat finally docks, billy has to fight off the urge to push pat overboard and claim it was accidental. 

crossing her legs, folding her hands in her lap, billy still ranting in anger… lucy gray lets him because how valid when she too feels the exact same kind of anger. but one of them has to be the level headed one as usual in these situations when one of them is losing their minds, so it’ll be her. feeling the hesitance roll off him when his arm barely curls around her seat, she takes it and puts it around her shoulders herself, holding onto his hand to make sure he still doesn’t go anywhere. “son of a WHORE?” lucy gray parrots accidentally a little too loudly, head tossing back as laughter sounds from her. “interestin’ what happens when billy gets mad.” he comes up with his own curse words and it sets her loose in unhinged amusement.

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never beating the prince charming allegations

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“look at him, stuffin’ his pie-hole with chocolate instead of havin’ a grown-up conversation with us! fuckin’ coward! an’ he says he’s a cop and wears his badge all proud like it means anythin’. it means nothin’ when the man wearin’ it is a sissy!” billy can’t seem to let it go and pat’s reluctance to face him in a confrontation only serves to annoy him more. he’s never the one to throw the first punch but suddenly he’s tempted to just get up, walk over to where pat’s sitting and break his nose. it’s lucy gray’s laugh that has his attention returning to her, curling a hesitant arm around her shoulders when she sits beside him. “and he can’t even say i’m sorry it was an accident!” alright, alright, he’s calming down. the other guys seem somewhat disappointed, were clearly hoping for something way more entertaining to happen, and now they’re returning to their conversations, paying billy and pat less attention. “mhm, much better than jessica. and why not? i jus’ want to talk to that sonofawhore.”

“it’s understandable… i’d be the same way.” and she remembers the glow that hit her eyes when she realized how thrilling and attractive his protection was to her. that truly does mean a lot to her, proves to her he really loves her and that might as well be a romantic gesture. “billy—” a small laugh accidentally leaves her, covering his mouth with her small hand. doesn’t want him still risking an escalation on this one little boat in the middle of deep water, lord, can jesse put a step on it. not like what he’s saying ISN’T true. her hand left on his shoulder slipping away, falling to her side, deciding to take a seat next to him. “oh, better than jessica even hm? and no you ain’t.” she heard that, even over the loud engine and waves they’re creating in the lake. poking his knee, poking one of his flamingoes he’s looking to.

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watching lucy gray’s features soften, billy abandons his quest and focuses on his girl. the way her warm fingers curl around his wrist and make his heart skip a beat, how he loses himself in her eyes every time he looks into them, the smell of her sun-kissed skin. “that’s good. lord, what was i thinkin’?” he wasn’t thinking. he was upset and wanted to let off some steam. “i’m glad you’re okay, baby.” he leans to the side to look at pat and adds, loud enough for everyone to hear, “i just didn’t know pat was such a fuckin’ creep! touchin’ girls without consent’s assault, ain’t it?!” his rage is still brewing beneath the surface, boiling slowly but surely like lava in a seemingly dormant volcano. “oh, and baby,” his voice grows softer when he looks up at his girl, “you were a much better captain than any of us, jessica included.” he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his seat, not trying to upset lucy gray more, but still glaring at pat. “i’ll get ‘im. teach ‘im a lesson’s what i’m gon’ do,” he mumbles to himself, looking down at his flamingo shorts. pat’s avoiding both of them, eating what’s still left of his peanut butter cups, acting like everything’s fine.

features soften the moment billy’s hand cups her jaw, lips pressing together and hand gently curls around his wrist. something in her chest softens and a pang goes through her because how can she mad when he holds her face like that? so delicate and full of apology, along with his words dripping apologetically, it all does something to her heart and blinds her anger. “it’s alright, i’m good billy.” lucy gray gently reassures, “i fell then crashed into pat, then he caught me. but i didn’t get any cuts.” just her legs and arms stained with his gross chocolate. “yeah, i’ll give him a talk. don’t worry, sweetheart. settle down, settle down,” she tries speaking over him, pushing him BACK into his seat. “we’ll get him, just not here.” lucy gray stresses under her breath, her hair flying every direction from the wind. pat’s lucky she got him under control, that idiot. the brunette turns, staying standing in front of billy, while checking over her shoulder with a glare to see what he’s up to now.

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appreciation post for one of tom’s best outfit in his tbosas press tour era

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miss this hair

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there’s a flash of concern on billy’s face as pale blue eyes study lucy gray’s expression, large hand cupping her cheek apologetically. “i’m sorry, bambi doll,” he mutters and means it, feeling guilty because instead of focusing on his wounded pride, he should have been focusing on her — who she’s with, what’s happening to her. “are you hurt? did you fall?” no ‘cause pat caught her, right? part of him wants to give that stupid fuck the benefit of a doubt, believe his version of the story but… he knows in his gut what exactly happened. he just has no way of proving it. he kisses lucy gray’s forehead. “it’s not your fault he’s bein’ a creep and can’t keep his hands to himself.” it makes him want to grab pat by the stupid mustache and rip it off with his bare hands. “oh, he fucked ‘round now he gon’ find out! you touch her one more time and i’ll break both ya arms!” features softening upon hearing lucy gray’s words, a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “yeah? you want to kick ‘im in the balls? c’mon. i’ll hold ‘im for ya,” the cowboy offers, only sitting down because her hands on his shoulders hurt. the skin’s already cherry red there. 

eyes brightening in both surprise and allure that he’s turned like a protective tiger over her. it’s surreal to even find there’s an angry, vicious side to billy bonney when she’s only seen him rational and sweet. “he did it in a way i didn’t figure out— or realize, cause i was in the middle of tumbling down. that’s why i got mad at you. thought you were doin’ it all for purpose.” but she sees that now, that he wasn’t she guesses. “i’ll take care of him, billy. ME.” blocking his view from looking at pat as he barrels on with shouting ferociously at him, stepping in front of him and lightly placing her hands on his shoulders when she makes him SIT again. or attempts to.

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GET HIS ASS

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@billysgirllol

RACHEL ZEGLER British Vogue's July 2025 issue

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billy’s torn. on one hand, he doesn’t want to ruin everyone’s good mood by punching pat in the face. on the other, he wants to teach that arrogant, nosy son of a whore a lesson. he makes up his mind and clenches his hands into fists, and just as he’s about to throw himself at pat, badge or no badge, but that’s when lucy gray puts herself in between them and distracts him. “what’s fine, hm? this asshole feelin’ you up and bullshittin’ me sayin’ he’s savin’ you from fallin’ overboard? touch her again and i’ll fuck you up so bad your mama won’t recognize you,” the cowboy spits, but lets the small brunette drag him away, blue eyes throwing daggers at the police officer. he glances down at her hand on his sunburned belly and sits down, grumbling, “i just don’t want no creep touchin’ you behind my fuckin’ back. i see you, pat. i see everythin’ you do. i always do.” pat just rolls his eyes and flips billy off, walking back to where he’d been sitting next to doc. billy stands up again, flips pat off, too. “yeah, run away, asshole. run away and say nothin’ that’s what you always do!”

“yes, as long as you know how to drive it drunk.” that’s the only way he gets to keep being in control. “alright, if you have made up my mind for me, you still didn’t have to swim off.” hopping up from the seat, she moves right over into the bench seat adjacent to the captain chair. “what? that’s what it’s actually about?” brows perking, crossing her arms and looking up at him. “i didn’t say that… i said mermaids do things like that, cause i was play pretending. REMEMBER.” brows creasing, tilting her head and arms drop, hands planting against her sides.

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“course, i do, luce. ain’t my first rodeo,” jesse muses confidently, glancing between billy and lucy gray with amusement written all over his features. they haven’t changed one bit since high school, they still bicker like two kids. he finds it entertaining. “but i only swam off when you was already on the boat, flippin’ me off with both fingers!” the cowboy protests, standing up to follow after her. he doesn’t really feel like sitting down and ends up towering over her, holding onto the back of jesse’s chair. “yeah. that and the fact that you only spend time with your new best buddy. patty.” the name rolls off his tongue with nothing short of disgust. patty. that two-faced weasel. “mhm, no, you said… oh.” it clicks. so she was just playing? pretending she’s a mermaid and staying in character? his cheeks flush in embarrassment, fingers scratching the nape of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but at her face. “well, that’s… oh, now i feel like an idiot.” he thought she was bragging about kissing other men. 

he’s staring at his shoes and doesn’t even see pat approaching, not until the other man smacks him on the shoulder in that friendly, brotherly way. “trouble in paradise?” billy just looks at him, confused, and then realizes there’s something sticky on his shoulder now. the fuck? is that — chocolate? his eyes flicker to pat’s fingers, then to lucy gray’s legs, and back to pat’s fingers. and he can feel a wave of rage brewing deep inside his chest. “what the fuck is this? and why’s it on my girl?” he grabs pat by the wrist and pat pushes on his chest. “hey, chill. you nearly got her thrown off the boat. i had to catch her. who do you take me for?” billy isn’t sure if he believes this story but it does match the one lucy gray told him a few minutes ago. still, his anger doesn’t deflate and so he gets back in pat’s face, finger jabbing his bare chest with each word. “you think you’re bein’ slick but i see the way you’re lookin’ at her and i don’t like it one bit.”

“yes, as long as you know how to drive it drunk.” that’s the only way he gets to keep being in control. “alright, if you have made up my mind for me, you still didn’t have to swim off.” hopping up from the seat, she moves right over into the bench seat adjacent to the captain chair. “what? that’s what it’s actually about?” brows perking, crossing her arms and looking up at him. “i didn’t say that… i said mermaids do things like that, cause i was play pretending. REMEMBER.” brows creasing, tilting her head and arms drop, hands planting against her sides.

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“i’ll take it from ‘ere, sweetheart,” jesse offers, slurring slightly as he squeezes between lucy gray and billy, trying to break up the brewing fight but also take his toy back. this girl knows how to drive a boat, he has to give her that but he’s the best captain. or so he thinks. “a confused one,” billy explains, ignoring the blond and basically speaking over him. “i don’t think you’re cruel or evil or anythin’. just confused. unsure what you really want. an’ if i keep kissin’ you, even on the cheek, you’ll only be more confused.” she needs time to figure it all out, he thinks. does she want him as more than a friend? or does she want things to stay how they are? “you said you made out under a boat with others. all the time. that’s your words not mine.” he frowns, feeling silly for having to remind her.

“yeah, okay.” her eyes roll, getting fed up with his little charade. hating every single thing and moment about this, she’s driving their way back to the dock with ambition and maybe even ambition to somehow run back home. “you’re actin’ so ignorant, definitely not yourself.” after being with him for almost her whole life, she knows how he’s like by now. “get off me, billy, you know i can’t see. and you’re suffocatin’ me. crushin’ me.” she’s grunting, her legs about to break with his weight on top of her, pushing his back. “or maybe that’s right, you want to be my babydoll.” she taunts, looking over his big shoulder, trying to see.

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