#blackout lily

[blackout-asks]

who's most likely to die via dog mauling

Lily, of course it's Lily.

[reiayanamiisbestgirl]

Shitty sketch on what I think Fayrouz would do about the Reddit shutdown

she’s canonly a Reddit user

[mermaidsirennikita]

saw the "who's your most underrated Kleypas hero" question getting bandied about (again) today, and I must say, the only answers I'll accept are:

--John McKenna/Again the Magic (I'd argue that AtM is not the DEEP CUT newer Kleypas readers think it is; before I read it, it was definitely upheld as a classic of hers, but people who want the softer boys she writes in the Ravenels... may not like this one; however, McKenna fucks RIDICULOUS lbr)

--Alex, Lord Raiford/Then Came You (yes... he calls her a bitch.... and I'll be real this made me love him more... he carried her over his shoulder outta Craven's and bought her a bear I'm VERY confident in this choice)

--Kev Merripen/Seduce Me at Sunrise (thought he'd kill Win with his massive dick, tied her up and took her to his fuck cottage, is Heathcliff if Heathcliff wasn't horrible basically)

--Leo Hathaway/Married by Morning (fun bout wounded king, "haha" in the streets and "oh shit" in the sheets, notable for making Catherine ask him to touch her pussy in explicit and specific language)

[imakeartwheniwanttodie]

He said: "Coffee?"

He poured the coffee into two mugs,

remember?

You didn’t take a mug.

His coffee in front of him on the desk

half filled

he examined you.

"…What's the problem?"

[killjoy-prince]

Slight changes have been made to the app for his after ending

[lily-alphonse]

"MY Body"

Do I dare post a personal poem on Tumblr? Maybe. I love seeing blackout poetry and wanted to try it

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Missing Piece

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Spencer is always leaving little gifts for you, mostly flowers that you use to brighten your apartment. There is always one flower missing, and you finally find out the reason why.

Square Filled: gift for @goodthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

This is one of those rare days when you wake up before your alarm. You had gone to bed early last night since Spencer went to bed early. He had a tough day at work, and since you don’t like to be up by yourself when someone is sleeping, you went to bed with him. Spencer is such a light sleeper that you’re afraid of making noise that will wake him. He barely gets enough sleep as it is.

You roll over in bed and bury your face in Spencer’s pillow. His side of the bed is cold since he left it to go to work a few hours ago. The blackout curtains do a really good job of keeping the light out so you don’t know if it’s barely sunrise or if the sun has been up for hours.

You get out of bed and peel the curtains back slowly to let in enough light for your eyes to adjust. You continue until the curtains are all the way open and the entire room is bright. Something Spencer loves doing is leaving little gifts for you like flowers or candy or your favorite coffee. This time, it’s a beautiful bouquet of flowers that’s sitting on the bedside table next to your phone. The bouquet consists of roses, sunflowers, and lilies that he most likely put together from the local flower shop down the street.

I hope these brighten your day. I love you so much - Spencer

You clutch the note in your hand with a smile and walk over to the closet. There is a box of every single letter Spencer has written you. You don’t throw anything out because you love keeping these little tokens of your relationship. The only thing you throw out that he has given you are the flowers.

You take the bouquet and walk to the kitchen to separate them into smaller bouquets that you can put all over the house. There are six spots where you put flowers to give the rooms a bit of color, so you remove the old ones and put the new ones in. However, there is always just one left over because Spencer never gives you a full bouquet. He always gives you eleven flowers instead of twelve.

You’re not sure why but you never ask him. You’re just grateful to get flowers.

You and Spencer always schedule lunch together unless he’s on an active case, and the B Team is in the field for this week. To pass the time, you get started on your morning chores. You want Spencer to come home to a clean house. He works hard so that you don’t have to. It’s not that you’re incapable of getting a job or unable to hold one down, you just love being a stay-at-home wife.

It gives you the opportunity to work on your art. You love sewing, embroidering, and knitting anything you can get your hands on. You have your own Etsy shop that you make things for, and a lot of people on Facebook Marketplace want to buy your items. By not having a normal nine-to-five job, it gives you plenty of time to work on your craft. You have a bunch of commissions to work on so after your morning chores, you get to work on one of them. Once you get in the zone, it’s easy to make two hours feel like ten minutes.

Around lunchtime, you set your work aside and get ready in something light and flowing. It’s a nice day outside and you don’t want to be stuck wearing jeans and a T-shirt. You take public transportation to work since Spencer took the car this morning, and you reach the BAU in thirty minutes. The receptionist knows you by heart so she checks you in with a visitor badge before you go to the elevator.

JJ and Derek pass by with files in their hands when you enter the bullpen, and they both smile at you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I’m taking Spencer to lunch. Do you know where he is?”

“Yeah, he’s in Hotch’s office. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

They walk off and you approach his desk. Everything is neat and in order, not to your surprise. You sit down and twirl around before spotting a single rose on his desk. It’s the same color rose as the one that was in the bouquet he gave you this morning.

“Hey, I’m ready to go.”

“Is that the missing flower from my bouquet this morning? Which, I loved by the way. Thank you.”

“Yeah, I keep one on my desk so I know when it’s time to get you a new bouquet.” The feeling of love floods your body at the simple gesture. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m always ready,” you grin.

He kisses the top of your head and leads you out of the BAU. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for this man and clearly, he feels the same.

x

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[falloutnewnobody]

what kind of drunk i think each of the fnv companions/honorary companions get

Boone: sad drunk. he drinks like once a year and when he does he has one beer and starts feeling like a mitski song. he always leaves the function/bar/club/etc to go stand in the yard and stare pensively up into the night sky.

arcade: horny drunk. mr "overt flirtation will get you anywhere," actually drinks fairly frequently but only really gets drunk once every few months. absolutely the worlds worst flirt and he knows it, his strategy is just to tousle his hair a little, lounge on surfaces in a slutty white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and wait for someone to come make out with him. it always works.

benny: also horny drunk, but in an obnoxious, over the top way. terrible flirt but earnestly tries his best. lives for drunk cigs and is usually the guy to go over and make out with arcade.

Cass: we already see this is game but crabby drunk who just kinda wants to sit alone in a silent room with her whiskey like an alcoholic white dad in his office on a weeknight.

Lily: sleepy drunk but she doesnt drink around the grandkids, she thinks it'll be a bad influence on them

Raul: chill drunk. he's pretty much the same but more tired and more jokey

Vulpes: "im not drunk," drunk. thinks he has the alcohol tolerance of a bull but actually has the tolerance of a waifish goat. spends the entire night confidently slurring out the phrase "i'm not even that drunk,", shit talking every single person at the function (to their face and behind their back), starting petty drama, and listening in on other people's conversations. All star flip cup champion. always throws up in the yard and finds a way to blame in on "being sickened by the profligate's behavior," rather than alcohol poisonig. thinks that anything he did during a blackout doesnt count because he doesnt remember it, therefore it didn't happen.

Veronica: supportive drunk: Veronica's the girl who sits in the club bathroom and cries with you while you tell her your traumatic backstory. usually the one to talk down boone and make sure Vulpes got home safe.

ulysses: infodump drunk/sad drunk. self explanatory.

rex: no

ede: NO

[itsjaywalkers]

laurie do you have any spare boxer!barty headcanons… from boxer james au…

SAINTS ANYTHING FOR U BABE U KNOW THIS

*cracks knuckles* okay so

he fights very methodically, almost like he's fucking possessed sometimes BUT his rivals still have a hard time reading him and predicting his moves bc he's also . reckless . and will break routine all of a sudden with the most dangerous combination u can think of

a lot of ppl are convinced he plays dirty or even cheats but the truth is that he's just Good and really fucking smart

as in, the thing about boxer barty is that he can get a read on his rivals during the first handful of seconds

yes he's strong yes he's a wild card and yes he has the technique but what makes him win at the end is his ability to . get into his opponent's head

the exception to this is james and not bc barty can't read him. it's simply that the hatred they profess each other is so visceral he just goes fucking Feral. both of them do

speaking of, they rarely get to finish their matches bc they always end up disqualified halfway through bc it gets Nasty pretty quickly when those two are involved

he's been on so many scandals. So Many. it's sort of ruined his reputation but his fans think is part of his charm

like . you know how athletes are very careful when it comes to their public images and take care of their bodies or whatever . yeah barty doesn't give a fuck about that and you WILL see a headline about him getting blackout drunk after one of his victories

this is mostly due to how controlling his father used to be back when barty was still under his thumb

in a way, most of what barty does has something to do with his father one way or another

everyone knows they had a very bad fallout like . it's public knowledge but since they don't have the details they're all soooo curious

interviewers know not to bring barty's dad up tho bc barty has flipped his shit before and on national television too so . they stray away from the topic completely

he's anti pr. his team has tried to clean up his act so many times. it never works. they've given up. at this point they're just ready to do some damage control

most of his money goes to his mother (his parents are divorced in this one and since his dad left her with pretty much nothing after they broke things off, barty took it upon himself to take care of her)

in fact, he lives with her

whenever barty loses a fight is Always on purpose

because he's obsessed with a certain nurse.. so he lets himself get beaten up from time to time just so he has an excuse to go see said nurse.. (it's evan. evan is the nurse)

evan is odd and offputing and he doesn't seem to like barty very much BUT he does seem to enjoy the sight of blood.. and analysing ppl's injuries even more than he does fixing them up.. so barty's happy to let him poke around

one time he lost a couple of teeth after a especially hard punch and while they tried to check his head and take him to the hospital barty's only concern was finding his lost teeth so he could bring them to evan

his friendship with regulus starts off as him finding reg Hot while simultaneously wanting to piss james off

but they end up Clicking and reg is the very first person barty opens up with about his dad + everything that happened with his mum

he had a thing with lily a while ago but it was mostly casual and he broke it off as soon as he found about her also sleeping with james.. they're still friends tho!! and barty is very fond of her

his first kiss with evan happens after he's dizzy and very out of it bc of the amount of blood evan just took from him (he spends more than a week thinking he dreamt it)

honestly most of his appointments with evan can be summarised by barty getting a lot of random erections and evan blinking at him with his dead brown eyes while he pokes around his body and worsens every single one of his injuries (before actually patching him up)

and im gonna stop myself there bc this is getting out of hand

[reysdriver]

Behind The Venue | J.P.

(part 1 to this fic) you discover rockstar!james is cheating on you through a fan's social media post — modern!rockstar!james x fem!reader angst

warnings: james being a cheater

words: 1k

warnings: umm just to let y'all know, a lot of my writing is gonna be angst for the time being cus i'm going through a breakup lol and also let me know if you want me to write a part 2 to this cus i can defo see it already

James was currently on tour with the boys; last night was Berlin, tonight was Vienna. Although you both wished you could join them as they visited almost every European capital, you couldn’t leave everything for two months. 

Well, you could. James had made it clear you didn’t need to work, that he would buy you anything you ever needed or wanted, but you didn’t want to be completely dependent on him. So while he travelled all around the continent, you stayed home to wait tables and keep your flat warm. 

But it wasn’t like you were completely away from your boyfriend for the whole time; you called each other every night—even the ones where the boys got blackout drunk in foreign hotels, and you constantly stayed updated on everything regarding the band. 

The little bits of connection were how you found yourself on Austrian social media scouring the hashtags related to The Marauders. You scrolled through selfies of fans in front of the empty stage, waiting for the boys to start. Some people brought posters and gifts for them, which always made you smile. Some of the fans even mentioned you in their posts and you commented on a few of them, wishing them a fun time at the concert. 

Then, you sent James a good luck text and went to make yourself dinner. You’ve learned that the best concert pictures and videos get posted a day or two after they’re taken, so you know you don’t need to stay online all night. Instead, you take your food to the couch and put on a movie while the concert hall in Vienna was electric with excitement. 

Near the end of the second movie of the night, you almost fell asleep in your living room, but your heavy eyelids shot up at the feeling of your phone buzzing shamelessly against your thigh. 

It had been going off periodically before, but the notifications increased exponentially in the last few minutes. 

Although you were half-asleep, you couldn’t just let your phone explode with activity. Scary thoughts that something happened to James at the concert overtook your mind and you quickly reached for your phone while attempting to hope for the best. 

It was about James, just not what you were expecting. Someone had caught a video of your boyfriend making out with Lily Evans, the lead singer of their opening band, outside behind the venue. 

The clip was short but inarguable. That was obviously James and Lily, and there was no debate on what they were doing. 

It showed them quickly, then the teenage girl who took the video flipped the camera to herself and said something in German. The only thing you could understand was your own name, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know what the rest meant. 

The video was just posted, but it was already spreading. There were so many comments and reposts; everyone seemed to have something to say on the matter. 

It ranged from ‘you should take this down, imagine how humiliating it is for (y/n)’ to ‘I mean, we’ve known this was coming lol look at their constant flirting’, and you weren’t sure what hurt more. 

And even though every single take felt like a slap in the face, you kept scrolling through them all. You were careful not to interact with any of them so as to not encourage drama, but it seemed like the fans were doing fine on their own when it came to stirring the pot. Eventually, it just became all too much. You took a screenshot of one post and sent it to James. 

But despite that, you weren’t staying up any longer. You shut off your phone, plugged it in across the room, and started getting ready for bed. You didn’t care if the only other thing to do was cry yourself to sleep, you weren’t spending any more time watching your boyfriend kiss his coworker. 

✦✧✦✧✦

The night barely consisted of sleep. There were periods where you calmed down enough to sleep, but you woke up several times in a pool of emotions. You managed to stay asleep for long enough that you’d be adequately rested, and that was good enough for you. 

When you opened your phone in the morning, you were sure that any limits to messages and mentions must have been hit. So not in the mood to hear anyone else’s opinions on your relationship, you didn’t even bother opening social media. 

You saw that James had sent a string of texts and tried calling you several times, and your heart ached. He was the only person who you would listen to about this, but you didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. What could he say over the phone to fix this? 

Then, as if on cue, your phone vibrated with an incoming call from him. 

You were torn on what you should do. Answer and listen to him begging for forgiveness, decline and ignore everyone? If you answered and he asked for mercy, would you forgive him? You even thought about airing out all his secrets online in a petty act of revenge. But none of those really seemed like something you would want. In this fragile state, you wondered if anything could help. 

Then your attention snapped back to the picture of him on your screen, letting you know he wanted to talk. 

Compromising between all the ideas that had just been running through your head, you declined the call and opened your messages. ‘come back home and we’ll talk.’ was all you sent James before tossing your phone aside.

[blackout-asks]

Peppermint latte

[unholybabelu]

💕

[happilychee]

do fairy tail characters nap?

just woke up from a nap. recommend.

♡ as annoying as this is to her, lucy always falls asleep when she reads. it takes forever for her to get through a book! it's just so soothing, especially if the story is compelling and lulls her in... bonus points if she's on a train or in a car; the rocking motion will have her out like a light.

♡ levy has no trouble getting through books because it gets her excited, not tired. she doesn't let lucy forget this. she does, however, stay up until ungodly hours of the night to finish a story. gajeel, jet, droy, and lily have found her passed out over a book (or twenty) multiple times. I think she's always buzzing with energy or curiosity, so one of the only ways for levy to settle in is if gajeel literally lies on top of her like a weighted blanket.

♡ speaking of, gajeel is very neutral about naps. he doesn't actively seek them out, mostly because he's one of the few members of the guild who has a relatively normal sleep schedule. he is, however, soft as hell. levy and lily always nap on him. wendy will nap on him. juvia will nap on him. gajeel looks scary asf if he glares, so no one will bother whoever's sleeping by his side. he is also actually very squishy if he relaxes his muscles. 10/10 pillow.

♡ cana naps like nobody's business. she goes out at night, stays up late drinking or partying, and crashes at 3am in gray or loke's bed. there is no "schedule" to sleeping so she will sleep whenever and wherever. cana has the uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere. slumped over a table in a guild hall while natsu and gray throw chairs at each other? out like a light. lying on a freezing cold bench while her and lucy wait for a train? snoring away. (lucy pulls cana's head into her lap.) cana rarely falls asleep in an actual bed, though. if she does, it's because she's dead tired, and she's been incentivized by cuddles.

♡ natsu looooves a good nap. him and happy cat nap all the time. this might actually be the only consistent thing in their schedules: nap. the entire guild knows, courtesy of mirajane, to stfu for a bit when 1 o'clock hits. they don't actually need to, because natsu could sleep through a storm, but it's the thought that counts. natsu is also really warm and cuddly, which means that he's the perfect napping buddy. being buried in his warm arms, snug as a bug with happy between you... truly the dream.

♡ gray hates naps. hates them!! all because he wakes up the way you wake up from an after-school nap: sweaty, dizzy, disoriented, in a different dimension, with an overwhelming sense of dread. he reveals this one night when he and lucy are plastered at a bar, and that he's slightly jealous of natsu. lucy resolves to fix this, and when they're both blackout drunk she drags him into bed with her. not quite a nap, but hey, gray woke up feeling nice.

♡ sting might be the only character in the fairy tail universe that goes to bed at 10pm. his sleep schedule is on point, so he doesn't really nap unless he's exhausted from running sabertooth's infirmary. he will snuggle up in a square of sunlight with lector and snooze away.

♡ what is a nap? minerva doesn't nap. she doesn't need to rest during the day, she has things to do, what are you talking about- oh. oh. I think sabertooth has a very luxurious library, and minerva knocks out on one of the plush purple couches. more often than not, frosch will worm their way into her arms. the only people who dare to mention her naps are yukino (who minerva has a soft spot for) and sting (who has no sense of self-preservation).

[inchidentally]

Can we talk about the F1 article on Oscar’s day in the life. He is so normal and wholesome. Chicken/fish, rice, and fish for dinner? Waking up at 9am and not being bothered to prepare breakfast on non-race days? Prioritizing hanging out/spending quality time with Lily? Walks and dinners with Lily? I’m crying. So normal and yet so boyfriend wholesome.

he's just so ??? I wonder if Lily minds if we start referring to him as Our Boyfriend

I actually rly loved hearing what his routine is when he's going into MTC bc he views himself as such a normal employee. the hot chocolate is so cute holy shit. just a good normal boy doing his job and having a hot chocolate w his coworkers <3

NUMBER ONE PRIORITY IS SLEEP ?? oh Lily is about to steal those blackout curtains back if his fine ass doesn't put her first alsfgsljagf I'm kidding but oh my god buddy can this growth spurt finish already so you don't sleep like a 2 week old kitten ??

I truly don't follow other drivers close enough to know but like to me this is so grown up of him already ?? I know Lando's lunches and dinners are all food delivery service (that he sometimes forgets about in his freezer for six months apparently) and Carlos can make pancakes. and ofc Yuki can cook. but considering Oscar's been making his own dinners since covid lockdown I feel like he's pretty responsible and skilled at making his own food considering he's one of the youngest on the grid?

I genuinely cannot remember Lando's tea or coffee preferences but this feels like a potential bonding thing lol. Lando tends to have the taste buds of a nine year old so I could see them both preferring hot chocolate while everyone else has espresso and a brew!

[strwbi-laces]

I’ll leave the light on - the diwali fic

James sits on the pavement in his back garden with his son in his arms, listening to the crackle of fireworks and longing for it. They’d celebrated Diwali, the three of them, the best they could while in hiding. Him and Lily had strung up enough fairy lights and lit enough diyas to rival the sun. But only after installing blackout curtains to ensure the house stayed dark from the outside.

He won’t complain. If it kept his family safe then he’d do it. He’ll let Harry’s first Diwali go by in the dark. This precious boy in his little red onesie Lily had dubbed it his ‘Diwali onesie’. Effie had left it to them while Lily was still pregnant. She’d left a lot when she died; books, clothes and an entire culture James had to make sure Harry knew when he wasn’t sure knew it himself.

“James.” Lily’s calls break him out of his thoughts. “Why are you on the floor? Your kurta’s going to be filthy.” Words like ‘kurta’ always sound special when she says them, the Yorkshire accent not letting them come out quite right. He pats the spot next to him where she gingerly sits down.

“Harry and I are trying to see the fireworks. You can hear them, can’t you? Some uncle trying to entertain all the kids at the party.”

“I can. Did you see anything yet?” Lily asks, playing with the red thread on her wrist. Her right wrist.

“Wasn’t it left last year?” Lily watched as James tied the Moli, having just tied one on him.

“Yeah but,” His grin was wide enough to hurt. “The right hand is for married women.”

“No, not yet. Bloody house is in the way,” he laughs and tries not to let his disappointment show.

“Well, I know it’s not the same,” James looks at her, surprised. “But when you asked Sirius to bring the sweets over, I may have asked him to get these too.”

Lily pulls a packet of sparklers out of a pocket far too small to fit them into. “We could do them in the house. It’ll probably be fine.”

James has to remind himself of the baby in his lap to keep from launching into her. They light the sparklers in the kitchen, closing their hands over Harry’s, helping him hold it.

Harry’s first Diwali is not like the celebrations James grew up with. Huge explosions on an old cricket pitch are now three bodies in a circle on the kitchen floor. But the way his eyes light up when the first sparks appear; that’s familiar.

James will have to keep that memory safe. One day, when Harry’s a moody git of a teenager who doesn’t want to celebrate with his parents, James will lament about how cute he was as a baby. So sweet and pure.

“You’re going to hear about today so much, it’ll be one of those stories you groan at,” James whispers as he tucks Harry into his crib. “Like nooo Dad not the Diwali story again.”

All he gets in response is a sleeping face.

“Alright kanna, good night.”

He mutters a quick prayer and leaves the night light on.

[e-dubbc11]

A Taste of Fall

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None. Pure fluff

Word Count: 1.7K-ish

Summary: You bring Billy to a place that holds a lot of special childhood memories for you. It’s one of your favorite places and just want to create some nice memories for him.

A/N: My dear Lily @munsonownsmyass and I had a lovely day at B.F Clyde’s cider mill in my hometown during her visit and I thought Billy would just love how peaceful it is there. Sometimes he just wants to get away from the busy city and escape to someplace quiet…with you ❤️ I made this as a side story to the Take a Lap series because some of that series takes place in my hometown also. I’ll leave that series linked HERE

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Are there always so many bees here, baby?” Billy asked, swatting the ones that were buzzing around his face.

It was your first time taking Billy to the cider mill in your hometown.

The crisp autumn air brushed past your faces. The scent of ripe apples and kettle corn hung in the air as you watched your boyfriend take in all the sites around him, the converted barn that sold mementos like glassware, clothing, and post cards to the little cottage where you can purchase apple cider and anything cider related, like donuts, pies, other pastries, and wine.

“There are ripe apples everywhere, Billy. And it’s not really cold yet so they’re still out.” You said with a warm smile and helping him to shoo the bees away.

It really was a beautiful day, the sun touched the high points of your faces and the air was cool and dry. It was difficult to pry your eyes away from him, Billy was just so handsome. When he stepped into the sunlight, his hair didn’t look as dark, the light brown strands of hair were more prominent than you thought, but his perfect smile was still just as bright as when you first met him, brighter than that early afternoon sun and that smile was all for you.

He pointed to a spot on the deck where they were doing wine tasting, he looked at you with raised eyebrows and biting down on his lower lip as if to silently ask you if you wanted to taste some wine.

“You wanna taste some wine, handsome?” You asked rhetorically. Of course you knew the answer to that question.

Billy was always holding your hand, everywhere you went and today was no exception. Lightly pulling you toward the wine stand, he had the look of an excited child in his eyes which you loved to see, it made your heart happy to give him the cider mill experience you had growing up.

The lovely little town where you grew up was picture perfect and he had experienced it during the summer months when you were helping him train for his first triathlon but this was his first time being there during the autumn months.

He was so used to being in the city, you thought it might be boring for him. There wasn’t a lot of night life or fancy restaurants like New York City but he loved it, he really loved it.

It was where he fell in love with you.

You had invited him into your family home, introduced him to your parents and your brothers and a few towns over was where the triathlon was where he told you he loved you for the first time. You really loved sharing this part of your life with him.

“Which one do you like the best, sweet girl?” He asked, taking another sip.

“I’ve always been partial to the spiced apple wine, especially when you warm it up.” You replied.

He drew your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“I like this Blackout one too, it’s really good.” He said.

You chuckled a little.

“Why is that funny, baby?” He asked with a furrowed brow.

Resting your hand against his chest, you proceeded to tell him the story about how your brother got really drunk off of that particular one while tailgating at a football stadium, got sick and eventually got kicked out of the stadium and wasn’t allowed back.

“He had to complete a course before they’d let him back in the stadium!” You said with a wide smile.

Billy laughed with you. It was always so nice to see and hear him laugh.

“You wanna go watch them press the cider? It’s the only working steam powered cider press in the country, ya know.” You stated.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded.

“I’d love to.” Said Billy.

This time you pulled him by the hand into where they press the apples for the cider. He listened as you told stories about going there when you were young and how back then where they pressed the cider was the same place you would buy it. They didn’t have the little general store like they did now. There was so much more to see and buy now.

As you sat on the porch in the Adirondack chairs, you reminisced about the little basset hound that used to run around and play with you while you were there.

“He was so cute, tripping over his long ears. His name was Rags.” You said.

Billy took a sip of his cider slush and a bite of his donut. His sweet tooth was more than satisfied with all the goodies they had inside and he loved listening to you tell stories of your childhood but it made you feel sad that he didn’t get experience anything like this when he was young.

You brushed the back of his hand with your finger, a small gesture but he loved when you reached for him, touched him, and it showed him how much you loved him.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” You said softly, the smile slowly disappeared from your face.

Confused, he brought his gaze up to meet yours. “Sorry? For what, my love?” He asked.

“That you didn’t get to do anything like this when you were young, that you don’t have any stories about playing in piles of leaves, carving pumpkins into Jack o’ lanterns, or dressing up for Halloween. I’m—I’m just so sorry, baby.”

You moved out of your chair and went to sit on Billy’s lap, brushed his beard with your thumbs and slowly inched closer to his face until you were sharing the same air.

You could still faintly smell his cologne as you leaned in to kiss him, a couple of granules of sugar were still stuck to the corner of his mouth and you could still taste the sweet cider on his lips.

Billy welcomed your kiss, you could feel his long slender fingers on the back of your neck holding you firmly in place, not wanting to let you go, and he let out a long exhale along the side of your neck that sent delightful sparks down your spine.

“You don’t have to be sorry, sweet girl.” He purred in your ear. “I get to do all of those things now…with you. I actually feel part of a family…your family. So it’s ok. I’m still learning to let things go but these good memories are replacing the bad ones.”

Your pulse started to quicken and warmth spread across your cheeks as tears welled up in your eyes. Billy never getting to be part of a family broke your heart and you never wanted anything more than for him to know he was loved and wanted.

You’ve had a few hiccups in your relationship so far like when he disappeared before the triathlon because he was scared of his feelings and a few other situations up to this point but he thanked you for being patient with him. It was all still so new to him.

“Oh Billy…” You said tearfully, nervously playing with the buttons on his green flannel shirt.

He tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes and brushed the tear away from your cheek with his thumb. He flashed that million dollar smile at you…they always just melted your insides. Billy planted a soft kiss on your lips, he tasted the salt from your tears and the sugar from the donut.

“You have any idea how much I love you, sweet girl?” He asked.

Still staring into his endless brown eyes, Billy’s fingers suddenly became warm against your face and you could feel the heat radiating from his shirt.

You just wanted to curl up in his lap and stay there for as long as he would let you. Your smiles were chasing each other over his lips, one right after another, he made you so happy.

“I think I might have a little bit of an idea.” You said with a warm smile. “I love you too, handsome.”

Curled up and resting your head on his shoulder, you had an idea.

“Hey! You wanna go for a swim? The water at the beach is still warm, you can start practicing for your next triathlon.” You said with raised eyebrows and a wide smile.

“I should get a jump on next year, huh.” He said.

You heard your phone buzzing in your purse. Looking at the screen, you saw your youngest brother’s name and his goofy picture.

“Oh, it’s my brother…hello? We’re at the cider mill…and we’re gonna go for a swim after we leave here…yes, I told you we would carve pumpkins with you later. We’ll be over in a little while…I’m sure Billy would love to see the pictures you took with the drone he gave you…yeah, we’ll see you in a little while…I love you too, byeeeee!”

A little laugh escaped Billy’s mouth when you hung up which made you chuckle too.

“He’s in his 20’s but I swear that kid is gonna be 10 years old in his mind forever but I do love that about him. So strap in baby, he has some pictures to show you.” You said and gave him a kiss on the cheek, the bristles of his beard tickled your lips.

“Oh I’m ready, my love.” He said with a warm smile.

Billy didn’t tell you that day and he never really thought about it until now but he thought about what it would be like doing all of those autumn activities with his own kids, the kids he wanted to have with you.

He wondered who they would look like…you or him. Or would they be a combination of the two of you? He knew he loved you that much already that he, Billy Russo, had given some serious thought to settling down and making you his wife.

Every minute Billy spent with you and your family, he couldn’t wait to do it again because it would be a day where he wouldn’t have to be alone. He could be part of something he had so desperately wanted since he was a small child, and he had finally found the person that was willing to bring him in, to show him kindness and patience, and love him for exactly who he is because that’s what family is supposed to do.

And he never wanted to let that go…ever.

P.S. the story of her brother getting kicked out of a football stadium because he was too drunk? Yep, happened to my brother! And he did have to take a class before they’d let him back in again 🤣🤣🤣

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