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milliesfishes · 8 months ago

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I LOVE YOU HELLO???? IT IS ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND IM GOING TO CRY 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 to be honest i wasn’t totally sure how I felt about this one but this makes me feel so much better 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 YOU ARE THE BEST AND I APPRECIATE THIS SO SO MUCH LOVEY 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Hello! Can I please request something with Billy: him and reader hu one night and that’s a really big deal to her because of her past and he knows this, and then the next day she sees him in town on what she thinks is a date or something with another girly but it’s actually just a big misunderstanding and he feels horrible. Angst and fluff my beloved.

This is super specific so no worries if not :)

꣑ৎ౨ৎ𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓾𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷꣑ৎ౨ৎ 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭

Stepping out of the general store, you stretched and adjusted the bag on your shoulder. It had been a good day- peaches had been shipped in just the day prior, and you had been able to snag a bushel. Now you looked forward to sinking your teeth into a fresh one, the juice dribbling down your chin.

The day was bright and beckoning, not a single cloud in the sky. It was the kind of day that reached its hands out to you and whispered sweet promises into your ear, filled your heart with beautiful what-ifs. Days like these were cherished in your heart, and you wondered if this sunny outlook had anything to do with last night.

You practically swayed on your feet remembering it. The dim light of the bar...a shot or two of whiskey in your system. A plethora of feelings you'd suppressed for months. And the man they were directed toward.

It was the first time you'd seen him in over a year. In the candlelight and with the brim of his hat shading his eyes, at first you weren't sure if it was really him. But then he'd split into that familiar grin, and you'd caught a glimpse of his eyes, the ones like blue pools that you always got lost in. When Billy said your name, you really knew it was him, which made stepping into his open arms that much more wonderful.

He smelled the same. Maybe his voice had a little more gravel to it. His body had definitely changed, muscles filling out what had previously been air under your arms. And suddenly you'd realized the feelings you thought had been squashed under the boot of time had never died.

It was so natural how you fell back in with each other. As though no time had passed and you'd done this every day since he'd left. Words melted into each other. Passion became your friend. And you found yourself kissing him in the alleyway outside the bar, back on the cool brick of the building.

Standing here, remembering it all now, you shook your head, realizing folks passing by must have thought you had sunstroke. Stepping away from the shade, you wandered back in the direction of your horse, unable to quell the smile that hadn't quite left since you'd awoken this morning in his arms.

He'd been so gentle last night, big hands caressing your body as though you were made of glass. The way he touched you was warm and gentle and smooth, your body responding eagerly. Little remembrances came back with each step you took. Kisses at the column of your throat, his fingers at your inner thighs, one of your legs hooked over his shoulder.

The way he'd removed your dress was like he was parting a curtain to some sacred secret. And his body pinned yours to the mattress like a flower between the pages of a book. Never before had you been touched like this, even looked at in that way. Upon opening your eyes, splayed out in his sheets, he'd treated you like an angel waking in a bed of flowers.

You weren't one to fall into a man's bed for a night. Many had tried, most had failed. And yet for Billy it hadn't taken more than an evening remembering for you to melt in his hands and give yourself to him completely. The way you'd wanted to ever since he was Billy Antrim but hadn't been able to until he had a reward under his wanted poster.

But he was still the same Billy, no matter what trailed that name. He was the one who made your heart flutter, the one who'd protected you all through your shared childhood. You unloaded your purchases into your saddlebags, dreamily imagining what it'd be like when you saw him again. This morning, you'd parted with a kiss after waking up tangled together. He hadn't let you leave until he dipped his head between your thighs one more time either. For all the times you'd imagined intimacy it had never been like this.

Lifting your eyes, you lightened when you spotted him exiting a building, looking as handsome and rugged as ever. A bubble expanded hopefully in your chest and a hand automatically flew to your hair, smoothing it before he could see you. Maybe you'd run over and-

Another woman joined him, sliding her hand into the crook of his elbow and walking with him to a horse He was smiling at her. She patted his shoulder as she mounted, and he watched her all the while.

You froze, heart sinking as you surveyed the scene. Another woman. On his arm.

Devastation rained on you as if there were a cloud above your head. You brought a hand to your mouth and turned away, hiding behind your horse, who snuffled understandingly. Another...he wouldn't. He couldn't. That wasn't your Billy.

And yet your thoughts were telling you that you didn't know what had happened while he was out beyond the town limits. What kind of man he'd become. Maybe he couldn't help it now. You knew what time away in the world could do to a man, how it could gather their bones in darkness. He'd returned with whispers behind him, sordid tales dogging his footsteps.

Sniffling to yourself, you hurriedly clasped your saddlebags shut and blinked rapidly so the pathetic tears that had formed in your eyes wouldn't fall. All the while you chastised yourself. How could you have trusted him?

Your poor heart knew the answer. Because it was Billy and you loved him and you wanted him to love you too. Because you'd shared things beyond sex that would bind two people together for life. Now it wasn't just last night's memories that were flashing through your head. The past was prodding at the shell you'd hidden yourself in, bearing up the broken pieces like a weak shield.

"You okay?"

Whipping around, you were so startled that one tear escaped, trickling down your cheek. Billy's smile dropped, and you bowed your head, staring at the dirt. His hand found your shoulder and you bit the side of your cheek. "Hey...what's wrong?"

"Nothing," you said quickly, brushing it away and turning back to your saddlebags, fiddling with the snap though it was already closed.

His frown was practically audible, and the fetter of your feelings lifted your chin and turned your head to see it. Billy searched your eyes, his brow knit as if he didn't know what he'd just done. "You can tell me sweetheart."

"No thank you," you whispered, reaching for the reins, which knocked his hand off your shoulder. "Maybe you should go see about her." Nodding in the direction of the other woman, you poised yourself to mount your horse, but he braced an arm around your waist, stopping you.

He looked confused, and you pushed away a twinge of guilt. "Baby you thought...no, no no..." Billy breathed out, running a hand over his face. "No, I ain't doin' anythin' with her." He opened his eyes and gave you a look. "We did somethin'. You 'n me."

"And that something happens to mean a lot to me," you whispered, trying to keep a fresh wave of tears out of your voice. "I don't do things like that, Billy."

"I know it, honey," he soothed, hand coming to cup your cheek. "Believe me, I know." You lifted your eyes to him, saw how earnest he was. It brought back the hope that had burned out just a few minutes ago, but you didn't trust it one bit.

His eyes must have been hallowed halls of memory because now as you looked into them you were remembering. So many years of him doing things that contradicted what you had just seen. Of him guarding you from the touch of men twice your age. Him comforting you when you came to him crying on the one night he wasn't there. Him paling when you told him it was his own stepfather who'd touched you and whispered something that had made you want to peel off your own skin and fling your brain so it shattered against the wall.

You hadn't once entertained the thought of other men since that night. Since you'd been made to feel like an object that existed for one purpose. Except for Billy

He was your only exception. And now you felt as though you'd been betrayed.

All this washed over you in a wave of hurt that could have knocked you off your feet, and you bit the inside of your mouth, rapid blinking unable to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. Billy inhaled once, and before you knew it you were being pulled into his chest, face pressed to his shoulder.

To your credit you tried to pull away, but he shook his head, gently pushing your head against him. The gesture drew a little sob from your lips as your body involuntarily let down its guard. You couldn't help it- Billy had always been your rock, your harbor. Even when he was away he was a fond memory that kept you warm at night, the tale of his care for you holding you as tightly as he would have.

Now your tears were rivers on your cheeks, and you sniffled, a little noise muffled against him. Billy kept his hand at your crown, and you felt his other hand on your waist, rubbing your back carefully. "Shh, it's okay. I've gotcha sweetheart. 'm so sorry."

You finally lifted your hand to his chest, clinging to his shirt and letting him hold you close. It was like a shelter, an oasis in a desert dried out and boundless. Billy's arms were always the place you would run when things got tough. And you found that they were always open to you.

He held you until you lifted your head, suddenly conscious of the area you were in. But you found that there were very few people surrounding, simply going about their business as if you weren't crying on the shoulder of an infamous outlaw.

Billy settled his hand on your cheek again, searching your eyes. "'s it okay if I explain myself? I know that can't've looked good, darlin'." Once you slowly nodded, he continued, not once lifting his gaze from your eyes. "There was a man in there. Sayin' bad things to her. Her husband's out workin' so I stepped in to walk 'er out." He smoothed a strand of hair behind your ear, thumb rubbing your cheek. "No funny business, I swear. You're my girl."

His girl. You swallowed the burst of light in your chest and whispered, "And last night...?"

The corners of his lips turned up. "Not nothin', sweetheart. Not nothin' at all." His other hand rose to your uncovered cheek. "Seein' you in the bar last night...wasn't sure if I was dreamin' or not." Billy leaned in and touched his lips to your nose, making you smile through leftover tears. "I wouldn't do this if I didn't want it to be more."

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding. "You do?"

Billy rubbed his thumbs up and down your cheekbones, his smile widening a bit. "Yeah. I do." He nudged a kiss to your forehead and you closed your eyes. "I...I've spent a year missin' you, baby. 'n last night...I wouldn't dream of givin' you anything less than what you deserve."

You slid your arms around his waist, resting your cheek on his chest. "What's that?"

He adjusted, leaning his cheek against your head and making you smile. "What you really deserve's everything good in the whole world, and I can try 'n get there baby. Kisses-" his lips found your hair. "'n some good lovin'. You deserve that."

Nuzzling your cheek against his chest, playing with the back of his shirt. "Your love is more than enough."

"Hardly." Billy smoothed his hand over your hair, nose smushing to your forehead. "I'm a lucky, lucky man."

You lifted your head, tilting it back to look at him. His eyes were warm, fondly surveying you as if he were committing every part of you to memory. "Does that mean you're gonna stick around, Mr. Bonney?"

Billy grinned, and in a swift move that surprised you, he lifted you off your feet so your face was level with his. With his arms crisscrossed over your back, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours before you could ask what he was doing. His kiss chinked away any doubts that had formed like walls around your heart. They crumbled into dust, letting his essence charge forward and wrap itself around you. When he pulled back he let the tip of his nose poke yours, growing your smile.

"So long as a certain pretty girl's 'round these parts, I'm stayin."

#wants to do good by her #<<he is so baby #my favorite microtrope is undeserving man wants to become deserving #<<YEAASSSSSS #this is that in my head #<<YAYYY #millie’s treasure box

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