Never Recovering From This Ever Actually

getting ready to go to sleep with lottie next to you and she keeps saying one more kiss and asking stupid questions

whiny lottie matthews x reader 💤🫶🏼

It was 1:36 am, and you and Lottie found yourselves nestled under your warm covers. Your bodies pressed against each other, legs intertwined, as you prepared to drift off to sleep in the soothing darkness of your room.

"Babe, I’m tired,” you murmured in a hoarse voice, letting out an adorable pout as you rubbed your sleepy eyes.

Your girlfriend, fully aware of your fatigue, decided to playfully disregard your words, continuing to tenderly cup your face in her hands, peppering your tired face with gentle kisses. Her nose nuzzled against yours and your cheeks as she snuggled closer to you.

A soft giggle escaped your lips as Lottie's lashes tickled you. "Lotts, stop,” you said with a soft laugh, lightly pushing her shoulders to create some distance. “We have to go to bed, we've got school tomorrow.”

"Mmm, school can wait," she murmured, snuggling even closer to you, resting her face against your neck. "But if you give me just one more kiss, I might reconsider listening," she playfully bargained, a goofy smile adorning her face.

“Fine, but just one more,” you teased, gently caressing her cheek with your thumb.

"Yes, just one," she murmured, inching closer to you until your lips met in a tender and longing kiss.

The kiss lasted for a few brief seconds, a short yet lovely moment. However, as you began to part, she whispered, "wait..." and swiftly closed the gap once more, initiating another tender kiss.

You became fully immersed in the moment, exchanging kisses and embracing each other as time seemed to stand still. However, you eventually broke the kiss and spoke up, “Okay okay, let’s sleep now, yeah?” you said, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She pouted, expressing her reluctance, "But I don't want to go to bed just yet," she protested.

Curious, you asked, your palms resting on her neck and your thumbs tenderly stroking her jaw, "Why not?"

"Because I'll miss seeing you until tomorrow," she replied, her voice filled with longing.

"But, babe, we're sharing the same bed," you said, a playful grin spreading across your face, finding her adorable.

"Yeah, but I wanna keep kissing you," she insisted.

"Well, I promise we'll have plenty more kisses tomorrow," you replied, a smile still lingering on your lips, which prompted a whiny pout from her.

"I love you," you said softly, planting a gentle kiss right next to her nose.

She couldn’t help but let a soft smile spread across her face. "I love you more," she whispered, pulling you closer until both of you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace.

i need a blunt after this one

As It Was - Harry Styles

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

lovefool — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, Y/N usage, reader is a cowgirl and gunslinger, hints towards murder, one bed trope, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: hii!!! i’m so happy to be writing about billy, thank you anon for sending in this request that this is based off of. i loved the show and slowly am getting more obsessed with tom blyth everyday i swearrr. i hope you enjoy!

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You and the boys damn near fell through the doors of some random boarding house you came across— the lot of you attempting to run away from a rival gang that caught you stealing cattle.

Jesse threw 10 dollars down on the counter, more than enough to get rooms for you all. You had been running around all day— but the smell of gunpowder and crimson blood still clogged your nose hairs and adrenaline still pumped through your veins. You simply wanted a bath and to go the hell to bed.

But, who would you be to turn down Jesse’s smiling face, holding out a shot of whiskey for you.

You sighed, your hat tipping down with your head as you shook it, your hands rested neatly on your gun-belt, cowboy boot tapping softly on the floor as you pretended to weigh your options.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He held it out for you. “Drink with us!”

You chuckled. “Why not,” You went to sit down at the bar next to them.

“Hell yeah!” Jesse and the rest of the boys who were scattered around the bar cheered— you normally weren’t one for their after hour shenanigans.

“Only for a little bit, though. I’m tired as hell.” You said, downing the whiskey shot.

“Sure,” Jesse waved you off with a knowing look, ordering a couple more rounds for you all. You laughed, going along with his antics as always. You had known Jesse since you were young— he was the one who had vouched for you in this group, who had helped you gain the respect that you had today.

You let out a hiss at the burning feeling of that whiskey going down your throat, slamming the shot glass back onto the table.

“I’ll have what they’re havin’.” You heard that familiar husky voice from next to you. Billy Bonney stood with a small smirk toying on his lips as he sat down on the stool next to you. He nodded at the bartender when he slid him said shot, the outlaw throwing it back without hesitation.

“Where you been, cowboy?” You asked, slightly tipsy.

“Been at the Saloon playin’ Poker.” He responded.

“You win?”

His smirk only grew. “Sure did. It was a big pot too,”

“Good for you, Billy.” You smiled, turning back to grab you and him another shot. “To your winnings.” You cheered, the pair of you clinking your glasses together before downing them.

“Aye, y’all get that cattle?” He asked, leaning closer to you with a quieter voice. “Y’all stink of gunpowder.”

“Nah,” You shook your head. “Their boys came out— the shots scared the cattle away, and we ain’t have enough ammo to fight ‘em off so we had to cut and run. Shot a couple of them, though.”

He hummed. “We’ll get ‘em next time, Y/N, don’t worry.”

“I hope so. Jesse here is runnin’ up his tab right now and we barely got enough cash to buy food.” You shook your head with a bitter smile. “Aye, at least we got liquor.”

“We’ll figure it out— we always do.” Billy reminded with a comforting smile.

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to push the worries away. You downed one last shot before pushing yourself off the bar stool. “Alright, boys, that bath is callin’ my name. See y’all tomorrow.” You turned, heading to the stairs as you heard a string of good nights.

After washing up, you put on a comfortable nightgown, heading to the room that matched the key Jesse had given you.

You carelessly threw the door open, the towel in your hands still wringing out your wet hair. But said towel almost fell from your grip once you saw a shirtless Billy standing in the middle of your room.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” You apologized as soon as his confused gaze landed on yours, backing out of the room. “Thought this was my room,”

He sighed, throwing on the shirt he was changing into before you walked in. “You’re good. Jesse told me downstairs that he ain’t have enough cash to get me a room— Hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather bunk with you than the one of the boys.”

“Oh, yeah, no, you can sleep in here. I don’t mind,” You nodded, walking in and shutting the door, placing your gun-belt down on the nightstand. Your eyes drifted to the small twin bed before you, your gaze going back up to Billy’s nervously.

“I can sleep on the floor, it’s alright.” He immediately tried to come up with a solution, already knowing what you were thinking of.

“Billy, I’m sure your back hurts just as bad as mine— if not more.” You waved him off. “I don’t want you to wake up even more sore tomorrow. It’s fine.. I ain’t scared of sleepin’ in the same bed as you. Unless you’re scared of sharin’ with me,” You lightly teased, laying down onto the bed, opening the covers for him.

A soft smile crept onto his lips. “Now, why would I be afraid of such a pretty lil’ thing like you?” He poked back, his words sending a blush to your cheeks as he got into bed, taking you up on your offer. The bed was quite small, and to ensure Billy wouldn’t fall off you were kinda hanging off the side.

A giggle left your lips. “There’s no way I’m not gon’ roll off this bed in my sleep and face plant onto the floor.”

He laid on his back, one arm thrown behind his head so he could look down at you. His gaze lingered onto yours for a moment— and you could see the gears turning in his brain. “Here,” He flipped onto his side, his hands slowly tugging you into him so your back was to his chest, his arm loosely hung around your waist. “I won’t let you fall,” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you,” You leaned up to blow out the candle lit next to you before snuggling back into his arms, smiling. “G’night, Billy.”

His arms tightened around you, and you could hear a faint chuckle from behind you, the man placing a soft kiss to your head. “G’night, darlin’.”

They never fail to get on my nerves. What on gods green earth are they doing like genuinely

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

update: billy’s one bed trope fic is posted here!!