#Billy's got a gun

[wasted-my-time]

The ballad of Janie and Billy. Part one: Janie's Got a Gun.

Warning: Swearing, description of a corpse, angst, mentions of murder, most of which including a teenager (Janie is 17).

Artwork graciously offered by @hungercityhellhound who also requested it, along with @lord-of-the-weird and @potaeto-writes-on-wp

-Billy, I really need your help, now! Janie begged on the phone.

-If it's your father again, I swear I'll kill him!

-No need to, I just did. She stated as coldly as if she was talking about doing the dishes. That's why I'm calling.

An explosion went through his mind as he thought of all the trouble he was getting into

-... Oh boy, we shouldn't talk about this on the phone, I'm coming over, don't do anything before I arrive.

-Alright, thanks, I love you. Emotion pierced through her voice in the greatest contrast with her last statement.

-Love you too, my angel. He sighed as he hung up the phone.

Billy ran to his building's parking lot, only taking his keys, some cash, and of course, his Colt Python that never left his side. He jumped on his Cafe Racer and took off like a rocket.

On his way, every stop at a red light lasted an eternity, and with every eternity passing by, his mind raced: What if Janie had already been caught? One does not simply kill Frank Spencer, the biggest gang leader in New York and walks away with it. Be he (well, in this case, she) the daughter of the said gang leader. The Old Man's (As he was nicknamed) friends don't call the cops and it would literally be nothing to them to hide another body!

When he finally reached her father's Long Island domain, he stopped half a mile from the gates and hid his motorcycle in a bush among the wooden area of the enormous property.

Billy then walked his way to the intercom, of which he fanatically hit the button while staring straight at the camera looking over him like an eagle watching his pray.

-What is it? Asked an annoyed voice through the microphone.

-I'm here to see Janie. He answered on the same pitch of voice.

-Are you so broke you came all the way here on your feet, kid?

-Public transportation and hitchhiking are things, you know!

-I can't believe that The Old Man is letting you around his daughter!

"The Old Man wouldn't be able to keep me from doing anything, right now, asshole!" he thought as the wrought iron gates opened. At best that meant they haven't found the body, at worst it was at trap to blame it on him.

At every step he took on the paved alley, it felt like the revolver, which was at its usual place stuck in his belt, was pushing a hole through his back. Not able to go any further with the perforating sensation, he switched the gun to the pocket of his perfecto jacket with the muzzle aiming right to the front: Not as discreet, but ready to be used right away, especially with his hand already in the pocket. He knew it shouldn't be comforting him, but the feeling of being ready to fire had been already implanted in his mind for years.

As he got closer to the villa, everything seemed calm, as if nothing happened, could the phone call just've been a bad dream? Was this just a normal spring day, or was there a corpse waiting for him in one of the rooms?

By the windows of the balcony, he saw Janie sitting on one of the sofas, her long black hair in a total mess, and her blouse halfway open and splattered with blood, both of her hands also covered of it.

Janie's got a gun, Janie' got a gun, Her whole world's come undone, From lookin' straight at the sun,

Her lack of reaction when he stepped inside only alarmed him more, she was still staring straight in front of her, her eyes looking dead. She nearly jumped when he reached to her hand.

-Billy! I'm so sorry I got you into this! My father... He, he was gonna do it again and I just, I just...snapped. She jabbered before catching her breath. I tried to go to the police, but they sent me back to him, I couldn't stand it anymore!

-Hey, it's alright, a lot of people would have done it way before, you've got to be strong to bear those things for years. You're a saint, more than that, you're an angel. The world is a better place now, because of you. He tried yo comfort her while kissing her trembling hands.

-Okay, what do we do now?

-First, tell me where is your father, and where is the gun.

-Right here, she said as she lifted a cushion, revealing a Smith & Wesson Model 29, also known as a .44 Magnum

"Even if this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, it could blow your head clean off, you get to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky?" He remembered the famous line from Dirty Harry.

-And for the body... Upstairs, first door on your right.

-Good, I'll take a look at it, go change yourself, put everything that has blood on it in a plastic bag, wear something practical, God knows what we'll have to do. He indicated before picking the weapon and heading to the stairs.

-Billy, it's not too nice to see, you know.

He turned back and smiled

-Don't worry I probably seen worse.

Before getting into the room, he took a deep breath, despite years of working for his private detective of an uncle and finding quite a dew corpses, he still had a weird gut feeling before seeing one, as if it was the fact if not knowing what was there that disturbed him.

He finally pushed the door open, dropped the .44 on the dresser, then looked at the corpse and what he found wasn't under his expectations: Shot at point-blank range, the head bursted like a tomato, spilling blood all over the wall behind him, the silk sheets and pillow cases, not to mention the so-called victim's white bathrobe.

-Well, he probably didn't feel lucky... Billy joked to himself.

It did explain the splatters on Janie's clothes, but her hands looked soaked like she tried to dig up the bullet.

Then he noticed the towels placed underneath the remains of his head.

-Fuckin' hell, she didn't really do that, didn't she?

Yes, she did, and it proved to be a good thing, because when he lifted the fitted sheet, the mattress wasn't drenched.

-Let's wrap it up! He said, clapping his hands.

Although he was more used to looking for dead bodies than hiding them, he knew how things worked. He took the cleanest of the two pillows and inserted the head in the cover, then turned the body around so that it laid the other way across the bed. Next, he wrapped the sheets around it, making Spencer look like some kind of an antique mummy.

A knock on the door nearly made him jump out of his skin. He put his hand in his pocket and took a firm old of his Colt, then slowly opened the door. To his great relief, it was only his girlfriend.

-Can I come in?

His eyes ran from the pack of sheets to her, then he realized that she's already seen it all in it original state.

-Sure.

He moved from the opening to let her in, she was now clad of a pair of kaki pants, black Converse shoes and a cream-coloured blouse under a leather jacket. Her now clean hands held a garbage bag containing her old clothes.

-What do we do with this basterd, now? She asked while picking up the towels and putting them her bag

-We can dump him on a railway, if a train passes on him, maybe they'll think it's a suicide. But the train driver is probably gonna' call the cops if he sees someone laying on the rails. Oh, and we burn the sheets and everything that's bloody.

-Good, I'll fetch something to clean the wall, you finish to pack it up.

-Yes, ma'am.

By the time she came back, everything was ready and he went sneaking around in the adjacent bathroom where he found something quite useful.

-Janie? He called her when she stepped in.

-What?

-You know that there is no way back, if we do that?

-Yes, and it's fine, I don't ever want to have anything to do with this place, this family and all the bullshit that comes with it! She affirmed as she started to scrub the wall.

-Good, then, I have something for you, come here.

-What did you... Oh! She exclaimed when she entered the other room.

He stood there holding her father's shoulder holster for her to take.

-Take off your jacket, I'll help you adjust it! We better be both armed, just in case.

Although it was all tainted with the fear of an hypothetical danger, she couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm as she obeyed his instructions and turned around to pass her arms through the straps.

-Why are you so happy about it?

-In the Bronx, a holster is some kind of a sign of social status, most of people who have a gun carry it in the back of their pants. He explained while tightening it. Are you comfortable like that?

-Yes, it's okay.

She walked out and came back with the gun hanging in the holster.

-At least, I don't have to show you how to use it. He joked with an half smile

-If only you were funny... She sighed and put her jacket back on. Does it make a hump?

-No, but zip halfway, so your jacket won't open wide, but can still reach under it. He instructed. Yeah, that's fine!

They quickly finished to clean the room and took their macabre packages to the garage.

-Hell, we would be more discreet with a fuckin' firetruck! Billy exclaimed when he realized there were only luxury cars sitting in there.

-Wait, could the one on the far right do? Janie asked pointing a brand new grey Alfa Romeo Spider 1300 Junior.

-I guess it's the best it gets!

Once they got closer, they saw it wasn't that bad of an option, the car being a convertible, they just had to open the roof and drop the body in the back. Plus, with it closed, nothing could be remarked from the outside.

Billy opened the garage door, then took place on the driver seat while Janie was turned around on the passenger one, tucking the garbage bag under the backseat. He picked the keys from the dashboard and turned the engine on, waiting for his girlfriend to be facing him.

-Are you sure that you want to do this, we can find another way, say that I did it all, and... I don't know, fake that I kidnapped you so they wouldn't suspect you.

-I already told you so, I don't ever want to come back here, besides, you don't have to protect me,if I was able to kill him, I am able to deal with the consequences. She retorted.

-Alright, let's go. He said before starting the car and driving towards the portal.

"Good Lord, please can we go pass this gate" Janie anxiously thought as Billy pressed the intercom's button.

-Nice car you got there kid, at least you're not taking the damsel out on your two feet.

-It would be great if we could actually get out, don't you think?

-Well given the fact that the car is worth about twice your life, I say your ride has been long enough.

-Fuckin' Hell John, leave him alone and just open the God damned door. Barked Janie.

They heard him grumbling something about female hormones and the gates finally parted.

They rolled East to Rockaway Beach, then took Cross Bay Boulevard until they turned to some small path probably only used by railway workers. It ended right before the tracks, just beside the waters of Jamaica Bay. It offered a view of the JFK airport and of the reflection of the sunset behind them on the newly built World Trade Center towers rising high above the reed planted shore line. This could have been a truly beautiful landscape if it wasn't for all the scrap metal laying on the ground around them and the dirty job they had to do.

-What a shame... Janie said as they got her father out of the car.

-What do you mean?

-Such a beautiful place for such an horrible man. She explained.

-You're right. Now drop his feet, I'll do the rest. He indicated when they got only a few feet away from the tracks.

She followed his instructions and took a few steps back.

He held the corpse in an almost upright position and untied the sheets wrapped around it, then pushed him forward, retrieving the pillow covering the head at the last moment. For a split second, it seemed like Frank Spencer was still alive and was about to take a step, but he just fell over, his smashed skull hitting the ground right on the cold metal.

-May you rot in hell, you fucker. Billy whispered before spitting all his disgust on the back of the dead's head.

-And now we run away, like two criminals. Janie asked.

-Yeah, it's all we have left to do. He answered before throwing the sheet and pillow in the car.

-Then we have some bodywork to do on this car, we have to make it look more normal, she said, while picking an iron bar from the ground.

She took a swing and hit the right headlight with all her strength, she then traced a long scratch all along the side of the vehicle, ending it with a huge dent on the back fender. With a amused smile, Billy got his Colt out of his pocket and knocked off the left rear view mirror before doing the same with the logo on the front of the car.

-Great idea, my angel, 'cause we're going to the Bronx!

Janie's got a gun, Her dog day's just begun, Now everybody is on the run, Janie's got a gun,

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Coming soon (well, sooner or later) part two: The Bronx.

#Fan art #Janie's got a gun #Billy's got a gun

[chickensoupleg]

@brightside-of-the-upsidedown's booping everyone (And still going by the looks of it) so here's my response because I am too anxious to boop anyone else for real.

-All four under cut-

#stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #robin buckley #heather holloway #harringrove #bucklway #billy's got a nail gun if you're wondering what he's holding in his other hand #heather and billy are wet eyeing but they are NOT helpless! #robin's got a sparkler and a scoop

[bbufann]

I’VE GOT A GUN

#billie bust up #bbu fanart #bbu fantoccio #fantoccio #blursed #hes so silly #HES GOT A GUN

[babybirbb]

you were always like my canary, a butchie playlist on spotify

touching yourself - the japanese house // too close - sir chloe // why’d you only call me when you’re high? - arctic monkeys // we didn’t start the fire - fall out boy // hayloft & hayloft ll - mother mother // kamikaze - omar apollo // cop car - mitski // over your head - orla gartland // side character - cloudfodder // kiss with a fist - florence + the machine // bags - clairo

#there’s more songs on the playlist #these are just the ones that don’t have super long titles and some of my faves off the list #don’t worry i’ve got spice girls and london calling and psychokiller #i’m not completely uncultured #also i couldn’t decide which hayloft to pick #obvi hayloft ll with ‘my baby’s got a gun’ would be butcher #but the og is such a classic #i recommend putting it on shuffle i was just kinda throwing shit in so there’s no coherency #god these two make me so feral #butchie #billy butcher x hughie campbell #billy butcher #hughie campbell #the boys #the boys tv #karl urban #jack quaid #amazon #amazon prime #spotify #spotify playlist #ship playlist

[fierath]

top gun headcanons bc I'm bored part five (I think??) call sign edition:

1. Hangman: he can't spell. he was always asking how to spell things and then someone made a joke of it and made him guess letters and then Bradley called him Hangman and never stopped

2. Rooster: tried to dye his hair as a young teen and it ended up bright red. made the mistake of showing a picture to a squadmate

3. Phoenix: accidentally set off the fire alarm by burning a cheese pita in the toaster oven. they started by calling her "fire girl" but that wasn't original enough

4. Bob: he wasn't great at making friends but he went to a Halloween party and was the best at bobbing for apples. the friends that he did make wanted an inside joke that was subtle enough to go unnoticed

5. Coyote: he wears a Wile E. Coyote t shirt that he says is a "good luck charm" underneath his flight suit

6. Payback: he will not lend money to people or go halvsies on anything because no one ever pays him back

7. Fanboy: he met Sir Patrick Stewart and keeps a polaroid photo of it in his wallet

8. Harvard: you know how you sarcastically call someone "genius"?

9. Yale: you know how you sarcastically call someone "Einstein"?

10. Fritz: uses the phrase "on the Fritz" constantly to refer to anything that is even remotely broken or not working properly

11. Omaha: anytime he tells someone he's from Nebraska they go "Omaha?"

12. Halo: she once stayed awake for 48 consecutive hours to play the newest Halo videogame (when was this? I dont know, because I dont know anything about Halo except for that one movie I found on Hulu like six years ago)

#top gun headcanons #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #brigham harvard lennox #logan yale lee #billy fritz avalone #neil omaha vikander #callie halo bassett #top gun call sign #top gun #these are my personal headcanons #if you got beef with any of them keep it to yourself #but youre welcome to share #any similarities to certain tv shows may or may not be intentional

[i-love-def-leppard]

#def leppard #joe elliott #phil collen #all I can think about when I see this picture is when Joe played the last two notes of Billy’s got a gun on Phil guitar #BY USING HIS TEETH #makes me feel things

[sherbetlemonss]

A doodle dump cause I got some gnarly art block atm

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #ducktales art #ducktales gyro #gyro gearloose #dickie duck #out of character gyro doodles #also I keep saying #silly Billy awards #so ya #no context for the last one I’m afraid #IT SUCKS I HATE IT #it looks like he’s a pirate #so we he got sci-fi gun #I wanted to post something so I added it anyway #my art

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

Billy and Stu - a tragedy in motion.

be nice to me - the front bottoms // little beast - richard siken // a primer for the small weird loves - richard siken // the accident has occurred - margaret atwood // first from peripety series - jen mazza // sense, sensibility - ajj // planet of love - richard siken // die4u - bring me the horizon // third life - martyn inthelittlewood // blood - nothing,nowhere // die4u - bring me the horizon // blood - nothing,nowhere // hearse - reuben pearl //die4u - bring me the horizon // blood - nothing,nowhere // third life - tangotek

#three hours and a lot of chaos later. it is done #i am so proud of this actually #my cat was climbing all over me while I made this so she helped. technically #billy loomis #stu macher #stuilly #scream 1996 #web weaves #long post #cats.txt #alright now the uh. fun part comes #blood tw #death tw #gun tw #ask to tag #<- I think I got most of it but you never know amiright

[invalidmanokit]

Finn: your nose is broken.

Weasel: yes, Finn, thank you, very insightful.

Sal: what the fuck did you do to it?

Weasel: I dont wanna talk about it…

Finn: I bet he tripped

Sal: no, he probably ran face first into a wall.

Weasel: guys, I'm not that uncoordinated…

Billy: you punched yourself in the face trying to pull your sheets up didn't you?

Weasel: yeah…

#My friend made this one but it was too good not to share #She made it to make me feel better about my broken nose lmao #I got gun butted last night #call of duty incorrect quotes #incorrect call of duty quotes #incorrect cod quotes #cod incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #Incorrect codz quotes #Codz #mob of the dead #sal deluca #finn o'leary #albert weasel arlington #albert arlington #billy handsome #shit post #call of duty zombies

[wasted-my-time]

Genesis

Warnings: Mention of drugs, alcohol and child mistreatment.

-To put it briefly, my mother wasn't exactly the mom of the year... Billy began his tale.

He was six years old, he was hungry.

-Mommy, there's nothing to eat. He complained after checking the fridge for the fourth time and deciding that baking soda and the moss growing on a rotten apple weren't a complete meal.

-Mommy ain't got no money, so cope on your own, little prick! She yelled at him before taking another swig from her bottle of Jameson's.

He was nine, he was left alone, he didn't see his mother for three days, but he had a newspaper run and got himself a bit of money.Luckily, Kraft Dinner was cheap and using the neighbors' microwave oven was easy.

-I don't need help, I doing better without her, I don't need help. He slowly repeated himself as the device started beeping to signal his meal was ready.

He was thirteen, he had enough. Finding his mom passed out on the couch every time he got home starting to play with his mood.

-Where did you put my fucking white horse?! Was the first sign of her consciousness he had when he walked through the door.

-I didn't touch your heroin and you know it. He answered calmly in a vain attempt to lower the temperature.

-Who took it then?! You're the only one in here, appart from me!

-I don't know, maybe you should ask the guy that was here with you last night? He countered, a bit angered by her drug induced amnesia.

-Mike? He... He was there?

-No, Mike is the one trying to make you quit. Rodger you called him, I think.

-Oh yes, I remember now... You know, he has pretty interesting ideas: He said that if I ran out of dope or money, he knew people that would trade quite a lot for a young boy like you.

He was about to say something but the sheer terror his mother's insinuation caused all words to choke in his throat. All he could do was to stare at her with eyes wider than one dollar coins.

-Oh, you heard well, so you better bring me back all what you stole from me. You have fifteen minutes, little prick. Otherwise, I'll call him, and he'll call his friend and by the end of the day, I'll be rid of you.

Fifteen minutes is a hell of a short time to give back something you didn't take. So instead of searching, he started packing, which wasn't very difficult: Apart from what he was wearing at the moment, all he had were two shirts and a pair of jeans, as for his beloved Swiss knife, it was already in his pocket.

-Don't you dare get out, I'm still your mother! She yelled when she saw him about to leave with his bag on his shoulders.

-It was about damn time you realized it! He felt like his blond head made a full turn as she slapped him across the face in response.

-Fuck you, I'm not your son.

It was the last thing he ever told his mother as he slammed the door behind him.

He was used to a lot of walking around because of his job, but a full night of constant movement completely drained him. Too scared to sleep, he had to keep going, but at eight o'clock,he climbed up the emergency stairs of a disaffected factory and decided the rusty metal would be the perfect spot to take a break.

-Just... a few... minutes. He whispered to himself just before his body gave up and let him sink into a deep slumber.

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-Hey, boy! Boy, are you alright? A calm voice woke him up along with a hand gently shaking his shoulders.

His first reflex was to jump on his feet, his Swiss knife pointed at the man's face.

-Woah, relax kid! I want you no harm, it's just that, how can I say, you're sleeping in my doorway and I'd really like to go home. The stranger protested, putting his hands up to appear as little threatening as possible.

To be honest, with his mid length, wavy, dark hair, his big, soft, brown eyes, and his not yet adult face, he looked quite friendly.

-You live in there?

-Yes, there's me, my friends and a bunch of other people. You, on the other hand, don't seem to have a place to stay, do you want to come in?

-Wait a second, I don't even know your name! Billy exclaimed.

-I'm Graham Mellor, and would you mind not to point that thing at me, it would be very appreciated, you know. He answered and offered his hand to shake.

The boy put the knife back in his pocket and reluctantly accepted the hand.

-I'm William.

-William what?

-I don't know my father's name, and I don't want my mother's one.

-Billy Nameless, that's good! It could be a cowboy name from those old movies! Graham joked.

-Only my friends can call me Billy.

-So, now that you know my name, do you want to come in?

-Okay, but if there's anything shady in there, I get out or you're gonna end up with a second hole down your ass. He answered, patting the pocket containing his knife.

-It's a deal, Mister Nameless. Graham nodded and led the way.

Where Billy was waiting for two or three scruffy guys with absolutely nothing to do, he found five young adults taking care of about twenty kids from eight to sixteen years old.

-Alright everybody! Here is William and he might be our guest for a while, so I want y'all to be at your best with him.

-What the fuck?!

-It's class in the morning and we do chores in the afternoon. Graham explained.

-Oh, okay then...

-You said a rude word, you must apologize!

A little girl scolded him.

-Eh.... Sorry guys?All kids nodded in one synchronized move of approval and teenagers snickered under their breath.

-Who are they... How do you... You know what I mean!

-Mostly like you, but for a few of them, their parents heard of us and brought them here because they couldn't take care of them. They visit sometimes.

-Show me around, the whole place.-Well, here used to be the offices, the younger kids sleep here and because there are a lot of separate rooms, it is also where we do classes. I think they're on a break right now, that's why they're all together.

He then led him down one flight of stairs, showing him the teenagers' dorm room then, one floor lower, the adults' one. Both were only consisting of thin foam mattresses covered by even thinner sheets and covers laying in one big room.

-That's it for us, "The Family Unit". Underneath, there are a few homeless guys that live here. They're nice but they don't want to deal with us lot. I'd gladly join them sometimes. He chuckled

-And on the ground floor?

-Junkies. Most of them are cool too, but we don't want any substances around the kids.-You won't see me disagreeing with that.

-So, do you want to try it out for a while?

An organised, more or less safe way of living. It sounded better than his mother's place.

-... Why not.

Months passed and he so to say became part of the family, taking part to chores and courses. To his surprise, he had more to eat there than he used to have with his mother and miraculously it wasn't as cold in winter, thanks to Graham gathering enough money to afford a bit of gas for the heating.

About a year later, some other changes in his life came with a loud pounding on the rusted door of the ground floor.

-Police! Open the door! A man with an English accent shouted.

The panic those words caused to the still sober occupants of that floor...

But of course they didn't open (or even approach the door) and the "police" had to kick it open only to see a couple of them running up the stairs.

-Maybe it's not that bad of a thing if they demolish this damn place... He mumbled to himself after discovering what he thought to be the only residents of the building.

He began to search the floor he just entered for something or someone that would eventually be enough to discourage promoters from tearing down the building.

He just didn't want another apartment complex that people wouldn't be able to afford.

-If you are from the police, I assume you have a badge, and some kind of a warrant. Graham asked as he got to the staircase's landing.

-No, I don't. What I have is a reason for you to help me.

-Could you elaborate?

-The new owners of your... Home want to replace it with apartments. I'm a private investigator and they hired to see what has become of their property.

-Argh, it must be about this unpaid rent of us. He answered with irony.

And this is the moment Billy and his less than perfect sense of timing decided to arrive.

-Hey why in Hell did you guys let the front door open?! He shouted as he entered the building.

-What are you doing with children in here?! Bernie yelled at Graham, taking out his pistol and pointing it at him.

-No, I swear it's not what you think! Such panicked explanation were far from satisfying for the detective, but as he was about to cock his gun, a dull sound resonated and he collapsed to the ground.

-Eeeh, I went dumpster shopping and found quite a few cans of soup. Billy explained and picked the one he just threw at the man's head.

-I hope you found some ice for his head too, now help me, we'll get him upstairs.

Bernard woke up on the third floor, surrounded by six pair of curious eyes and his head resting on the last clump of snow in town wrapped in a towel.

Unbeknownst to him, on the upper floor, twenty ears were pressed against the ground, eager to know what was going on.

-Mister Gray, can you hear me? Graham asked after seeing their "guest's" eyes fluttering open.

-How do you even know my name?

-Your wallet. Billy answered and threw it by the laying man. Don't worry, I didn't take anything from it.

-Hmm, and what do you want from me?

-Just to be left alone.

-I want to see the rest of the building first, I don't mind lying to the promoters who hired me, but I need some inspiration first. Oh, and if you give me my gun back, I'd appreciate it.

Billy put the firearm by the detective's hand carefully, but the adults couldn't help but shoot an anxious look at the ceiling, thinking about the kids upstairs and of a way to hide it.

-What's up there? He asked with suspicion.

-N-Nothing. One of Graham's friends stuttered.

-Oh, so you won't mind if I do this... He retorted, only to grab his revolver, stand up and fired three shots in a corner of the ceiling.

As the high pitched screams of the children rang above them, Graham and Billy tackled Bernard to the ground as the adults ran upstairs.

-Nothing uh? The detective chuckled.

He was good enough to tell when he was lied to, and once everything was explained properly, all suspicions were washed away.

-I'll help you. I'll scare away the promoters with something about contaminants in the ground and the soil being so soft that the whole thing would collapse, I don't know...

Relief was about to wash over the squatters' mind when the detective spoke once again.

-But I have a condition. He then pointed to Billy. You. Your name is William Forester and your mother came at my office telling me that you had ran away and required my services. If you come back with me, it's a deal.

-No, don't do this, I know her, she won't pay you! Billy pleaded.

-Well, it's still worth trying, if she doesn't, I'll charge a little extra to the promoters. He explained and patted his pockets, looking for something before adding: They won't even notice. And did you also take my cigarettes?

Graham glared at Billy, whom rolled his eyes and threw the little cardboard box to their guest.

-What about my lighter?

This time, Graham was the one to retrieve the missing object.

-So, what do you think? Bernard asked with a cloud of smoke.

-... I'll go. Billy resigned himself. But to one condition, we will go to my mother's place, instead of her coming to your office.

-Wise decision, young man.

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-I begin to understand why you ran away... Bernie grumbled after kicking a rat the size of a small dog out of his way while climbing up the stairs of the apartment building.

-Wait until you get into her place...Three flights of stairs later, they were in front of the dreaded door.

-Miss Forester? Bernard called as he knocked on the door.

-What time is it? Billy asked.

-Half past one. He answered after checking his watch.

-She's sleeping.The teen deadpanned before opening the unlocked door, revealing his mother snoring on the couch, surrounded by dirty dishes on the floor and various powders on the coffee table.

-Do you really want to send me back here? Or did she forget to tell you she threatened to sell me to child traffickers before I left?

-You should become a lawyer, 'cause you just won this case.

-So let's go back to the factory! He exclaimed after quietly closing the door.

-No, I called my other client to convince him that he shouldn't build anything there, but he already had reports indicating otherwise, so now he thinks I'm a liar and he won't pay me...

-And you aren't gonna get your money for finding me neither? The teen asked as they turned around to get down the stairs.

-No, to be honest, I don't get paid that often... I basically live off the two days advances I ask before each job. But it's enough as long as I keep finding new jobs.

-I could help you. I met all sorts of people since I got out of here.

-It's an idea. The detective chuckled. But first, I'll help your friends get another place.

-... And I guess he thought it was one good idea, because he's stuck with me ever since and didn't even complain.

-You kid deserved to go to school, and have an honest job! Bernie exclaimed before sitting back with them.

-Maybe I would have deserved it, but instead of that, I work with you! Billy joked.

-And you dropped school when you were sixteen! His so-called uncle retorted.

-Okay, you win...

-We should watch the news, maybe they'll talk about you lot. Bernie changed subjects after checking the clock.

They settled down in front of the television, Billy and Janie sitting by each other on the couch and Bernie took place in his armchair in the warming company of a glass of cognac.

"Breaking news, Ladies and Gentlemen, a corpse has been found on the railway crossing Broad Channel Island in Jamaica Bay..." The presentator announced as soon as she appeared on the screen.

-You don't say... Billy chuckled in faked disbelief.

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Next chapter: Billy's got a gun.

#The ballad of Janie and Billy #Janie's got a gun #billy's got a gun #Fan art #def leppard #aerosmith

[ilaiyayaya]

I HATE CARS I FUCKING HATE CARS not the movie i like the movie :3

Whoever invented society's reliance on personal vehicles I sincerely wish a very die. I've been stuck at my house for the last 3 days because there's like idk, at least 1 mm of snow proabably, and my car SUCKS and it can't move and I have no way of leaving my house without my car because public transportation is just like the tooth fairy and the queen of england and it doesn't exist and I live in the middle of fucking nowhere where everything is too far away to walk to.

I woke up this morning like an hour ago feeling relatively alright (alright enough to be enraged enough to write this) after the 3 most apathetic days I've had in the entire last fucking year all because I'm stuck in my house (which at the very least were a really big sign that I really need to hurry and find a place to rent as soon as possible so like, good motivator I guess). THE WORST PART IS I'M PROBABLY GONNA BE STUCK HERE FOR AT LEAST LIKE 2 MORE DAYS BECAUSE THE SNOW STILL HASN'T MELTED AT ALL AND MY CAR STILL GETS STUCK AFTER MOVING 2 INCHES AAAAAAAAAAA. Nonono there's no way I've developed a trauma response to isolation after 3 years of being stuck in isolation no no never that would be ridiculous this is normal, normal people start panicking after being snowed in for 1 day this is just how the human brain works normally. i'm normaul.

Also the movie Cars is like pretty good, I haven't watched it in like 10 years but it was like one of my favorite Pixar movies as a kid so like, I guess it gets a pass. Mr Inventor of Cars (The Movie) I'll spare you when I go through my anti-car supervillain arc.

OK made a major mistake when initially postign this, I forgot to add the iconic Plok in a car that I've had screenshotted for 2 days for some reasons, sorry folks, literally thanked you all for comign and forgot to include my main point, big mistake on my part, here you go my liege.

#vent #amongus vent #metal gear solid vent #fnaf balloon boy vent #did you know in five nights at freddies help wanted 2 theres a minigame where you have to hit a screaming robot child with a hammer and the #i thought that was interesting #i should rewatch cars all i remember is questioning why the cars had sonic eyes #i should replay shadow the hedgehog all i remember is most of the game because i replayed it like a year ago but like remember vaccuum gun? #vacuum gun was so cool did you know it was a reference to billy hatcher and the giant egg #yea i got all kinds of cool sonic facts; like did you know that in sonic and mario at the olympic winter games sonic and mario make ou #thanks for comign folks #plok in a car

[twunkus]

A MILLION TO ONE ALWAYS LEAVES ONE

#billy hargrove #this is so edgy. not my intention but whatever #the way billys whole chara arc in s3 reflects this song [STARTS PUNCHING THINGS] #oh also the txt in the art is a quote from johnny got his gun aka the book this song is inspired by

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

shout out 2 my mam for listenning to me bark angrily about the most recent 'scream' sequel wiTHOUT beating me to death with a wooden spoon !!!!!!! bc im annoying. about films i like when the sequels or remakes are bad. and this most recent 'scream'. was. bad

if i may be so bold as to put forth a personal opinion, 'scream' should NEVER EVER have had ANY SEQUELS EVER. listennn i LOVED 'scream'!!!!! i truly did!!!!!! but given that it's half satire half deconstruction of the slasher genre (as the genre had become) it should ALWAYS have been a standalone film imo. it was pitch perfect and they should have just!!! LET IT BE!!!! but nooooOOOOoooo they had to make moORE MONEY~~~

adsoasdafdjiai whatever at least they didn't bring sidney back just to kill her. that would have really boiled my piss i swear i would have. BEEN VERY CROSS >:V

anyway as it stands i am. completely dissatisfied with this film, cannot in good conscience recommend. rated 3/10 but only bc hayden panettierre was there to calm my rage AND the ppl who survived did not annoy me too much 😔👌

#and they add all these family connections like 'oh this is billy loomis's daughter' (HE DIED AT LIKE??? 17?????) #(WHEN DID HE HAVE THE TIME TO FIND ANOTHER GIRLFRIEND AND IMPREGNATE HER???? BTWN SCHOOL AND THE FUCKING. MURDERS????????) #BUT OK FINE let's go with 'billy loomis secret daughter' #HOW ARE THESE OTHER TWO GUYS??? RAnDY'S NIECE AND NEPHEW????? #did randy have a sibling??? I DO NOT RECALL THIS??? #AND DEWEY #HOW COULD U KILL OFF DEWEY?????? #ALSO!!!!! UNDERMINING SIDNEY'S PUNCH!!!! despicable #AND THE GREATEST CRIME OF ALL: #GHOSTFACE USED A GUN TO KILL SOMEONE >:V #that is ILLEGAL and UNSPORTSMANLIKE!!! slasher killers MAY NOT USE GUNS!!!! EVER!!!!!!!! #everything about the situation becomes more and more ridiculous #it's not scary or clever #it's just annoying!! #AND THE SCENE!!! the one that's meant to be like randy's 'horror rules' scene!!! #THAT WAS TERRIBLE???? it was done so early in the film?? outdoors?? in broad daylight??? #there was no buildup no atmosphere no mood setting #and she just!!! goes on about IP and tony stark and all??? LIKE??? am i DREAMING????? #I DONT??? UNDERSTAND HOW WE GOT HERE????? #they only used a few bars of 'red right hand' which made me. very sad #it's a good song as well as very ICONIC :P #birb watch #scream 6 #i think??? #whatever i don't care 😒

[ringingbell1978]

Scream (1996)

#wrestlng with the fact that i think billy's actor is stupid hot in this but aalso that his name is fucking Skeet ulrich #i was like oh he's got a kind of cole sprouse vibe (gun loaded behind me abotu to shoot with the fact he plays jugheads dad in rivderdale) #anyway he is hot in this #tthose two men. have ssomething violently homosexual going on #also love the bimbo bestie she slayed realy hard

[lemon-leviathan]

Have You Ever Stopped To Think About How A Character From Your Favorite Movie Or TV Show Might Smell? I Must Admit I’m Struggling From This Dilemma Myself And Can’t Seem To Find The Answers I’m Looking For. So Friend I Turn To You In My Time Of Need. Searching For Answers I Hope You Can Give Me.

I’m Thinking In Particular About Love Interests That Meg Ryan Has Had In Movies. More Specifically: Nick Bradshaw (Top Gun), Harry Burns (When Harry Met Sally), And Of Course Joe Fox (You’ve Got Mail). If You Have Any Ideas Or Opinions On This Matter Do Tell In The Comments.

#meg ryan #tom hanks #billy crystal #anthony edwards #goose top gun #joe fox #when harry met sally #youve got mail #top gun imagine

[atrwriting]

trust me -- billy the kid x barowner!reader

hi everyone :) sorry I've been MIA — law school has been kicking my #ass but it's ok. I saw the new thg movie and while IAMNOTACORIOSNOWSTAN but I am a t*m bl*th and the man was so fine in this show. so fine. I've only seen like three fics for this man (maybe I just don't know how to search correctly thats probably my fault) but I was SEARCHING FOREVER and then I just got pissed because I couldn't find any so I wrote almost eight thousand words for this man that is how down bad I was

informal warnings: me. 1) I should be put on a leash 2) I use italics way too much 3) and whatever the fuck this "—" is 4) will i ever give up the female bar owner trope 5) will I ever stop tho? [vanilla ice voice] no, I don't know

as always, the actual warnings: smutty smut smut SMUT!, unprotected sex (1880's bby but you still gotta wrap it before you tap it), violence, guns, bit of gore but like the tiniest bit, virgin!reader, p in v sex, oral sex, bit of a dom!billy, bit of a bratty!sub!reader, overstimulation what can I say I should be put on a leash

anyway.... here's trust me:

when your father died… it was hard to be sad. he wasn’t very kind and he never seemed to like you very much… but in his will, being his only surviving kin, he left you money.

a lot of it.

and an old building.

the town it resided in was convenient in the way that many people that were passing through had to stop there. so what did you do? well, the only thing you could do — turn it into a restaurant and boarding house.

the money he left behind was used to fix up the place and pay your employees.

within a few weeks time, your place was up and running with very little vacancy. families and important people were always in your bar or comfortably in their rooms. never had you ever thought someone could be as lucky as you.

until one day. that day.

you worked alongside your employees but flipped between positions. sometimes you were a hostess, ran the front desk, a bartender, or anything else that needed tending to. in response, many people did not know you were the owner — and, therefore, some people treated you like you weren’t.

mainly gross old men, which you could handle. however, when a young, strong, and tall man challenged you?

that was dangerous. too dangerous.

even a fake wedding ring didn’t steer them away.

on that day, a young blacksmith had found his way into your bar. he was handsy with you much of the night, and you tried your best to steer him away. it wasn’t until you pulled a knife on him that he finally let up. it didn’t look like anyone saw, but still — you were scared and worried. would people think you classless, for pulling a knife on a patron? would they see you as weak? would they notice that the alcohol you served brought in too rowdy of a crowd? would they stop venturing in?

you thought no one noticed, and tried to convince yourself of that fact — but you were wrong.

when you were closing for the night, mostly everyone had left. a small group of men usually stayed until close — and you didn’t mind. they drank well, paid their tab, and were mostly quiet and polite. you didn’t know any of their names — but it was usually bad when you did know a patron’s name, so you liked them.

you had your back turned to the front of the bar, stacking bottles, when someone cleared their throat from behind you.

“ma’am?”

you turned around.

a tall, fair skinned man with a hat stood before you. his clothes were old and worn, and his fingernails reflected that he was a hard worker during the day. that type of exhaustion was also reflected in his eyes.

but, damn... his face? no one could deny that that man was handsome.

you smiled. “another drink, sir?”

“no. thank you.” he paused for a moment, keeping your gaze. “i wanted to check if you were alright.”

you immediately knew what he was talking about, but kept your face stoic. “yes, sir, thank you.”

he looked like he wanted to say something, but struggled with how to word it. “he usually a problem?”

you clenched your jaw. “he’s… he’s fine. too much drink, ‘s’all. gets the best of working men. can’t blame ‘em.” you swallowed, trying to keep your anxiety at bay. who was this man and why did he care? was he a friend of the man? “you sure there’s nothing i can’t get for you?”

“some wouldn't blame ‘em.” he ignored your question. his bright blue eyes held your gaze. “i would.”

you forced a tight lipped smile. with a laugh, you joked, “i’ll… be fine, sir. thank you. thought a fake wedding ring would do the trick… gotta think of something else now.”

he smiled, but in a sad way. “i was going to ask if your husband ever checked in on the place.”

“no husband,” you affirmed with a sigh. you introduced yourself, and then asked, “what’s your name?”

“william h. bonney, ma’am… but you can call me billy.”

“nice to meet you, billy,” you smiled. “and, please — don’t call me ma’am.”

“alright.” he returned your smile. “the men behind me… we run a sort of — security detail for part time work. if you ever wanted to hire us, we could have a man here when we can spare.”

you nodded, contemplating your offer. he explained the per diem, and you immediately agreed.

“if your man can keep this place safe with little bloodshed, i’ll even throw in a free bottle a day,” you countered.

and that was how your business with billy the kid and his men began.

the men that came along were usually polite and quiet, and mostly stayed at the edge of the bar. they watched for problems, and slowly but surely your fear had begun to subside. there was a minor scuffle one day, where a man had cracked a glass and cut you with it… but billy’s man had stopped him before he could do anything else. you didn’t hold it against billy’s guy — you cared about your business and if the business got bloody, not so much yourself.

billy, on the other hand… did not agree.

one day, bright and early, he parked himself at the middle of the bar where you stood behind the counter.

“rarely see you for detail,” you smiled, wiping down a glass. “much less this early. breakfast, mr. bonney?”

“billy, ma’am,” he responded. “breakfast does sound fine.”

you laughed. “i hate when you call me ma’am.”

“don’t much like it when you call me mister,” he quirked an eyebrow. billy was a rather emotionless and hard man, but you could tell he was joking.

you laughed again. “steak and eggs for billy, coming right up.”

the rest of the day went on peacefully, and you kept billy’s glass full. he was quiet and didn’t talk much, which you weren’t too keen about. he was mysterious, tall, dark and handsome — which was usually a bad combination. you knew it was, and you should’ve cared — but you didn’t.

as you were filling billy’s glass into the later hours of the afternoon, you finally bucked up the courage to ask him a question.

“so why did you stop in today?” you asked. “not that i mind. i just have only seen you when you come in at night.”

“we made a deal, sweetheart,” he responded. your eyes perked up at the nickname. you didn’t hate the nickname — but you hated yourself a wee bit for how much you liked hearing billy call you it. “the man i sent here was supposed to make sure he kept you from harm — he didn’t hold up his end on the deal.”

“it was kept quiet from the other patrons,” you responded. “that’s all i really care about. i’m a woman in the restaurant and boardinghouse business — stuff like that is bound to happen. no need to be hard on him.”

“you keep my men’s glasses too full for them to let slip ups like that happen,” he replied. “he knew better. should've acted better.”

“you’re the boss, billy,” you sighed with a smile. “i’m just the bartender.”

“damn good bartender at that,” he spoke. “too good.”

you giggled, and grew ashamed rather quickly at how much you enjoyed his company. you didn’t know him well, no… but damn, was it nice to have him around.

the rest of the night was rather quiet. a few families had stepped in and out, and a few meetings were being held where the tables sat. that was until the blacksmith that started this whole thing came in and sat himself only a stool away from billy.

you threw a look at billy, but he didn’t meet your eyes. his peripheral vision was already on the man. billy remembered him, and you couldn’t say fondly.

“whiskey, sweetheart,” he grunted. “leave the bottle.”

you sighed. a quiet day was going to turn into a rough night in a matter of a few moments.

“mr. martin, i can’t leave the bottle unless you settle your tab from the nights prior,” you answered. “i can get you a double and add it on, though, if that’s alright with you?”

“that’s not alright with me, girl,” he grunted again, glaring you down. “leave the damn bottle!”

you stood your ground. “there’s a bar across the street, mr. martin.”

“you don’t want my business, that it, sweetheart?”

“not much business if you don’t pay," you quipped.

through gritted teeth, he spat, “leave. the damn. bottle.”

“pay. the. tab.”

he went to catch you by the arm, but you were too quick. you anticipated his antics this time. you snatched an empty bottle, and broke the base of it in the sink. you put the broken, jagged edge of the neck of the bottle in between the two of you. your eyes were wild — you could feel it, and both men could definitely see it. startled, he drew back.

“this is the only bottle you’re getting with that attitude.”

that was when billy stood up and walked towards the man. the thuds of his boots, though few considering the short distance, were deafening in the mostly silent bar. you may have had a makeshift weapon, but billy? billy the kid? everyone knew what he had on him.

“time for you to leave, friend.”

the man laughed. “friend? who’s my friend to tell me when i need to leave?”

“the one who’s a quicker draw than you, that's who." his answer was slow and cool — too calm, which only made the shiver of a threat run up and down your spine faster.

the man, all talk, clenched his jaw as he stared at billy. he slapped the tab money on the top of the bar, and walked out.

you didn’t let out a sigh of relief until the man left.

but billy was the one that spoke first. “was going to step in immediately… but you held your own. they need to respect you before they’re scared of me.”

you laughed. “little does he know i’m all talk as well.”

“with that bottle?” he chuckled. “sweetheart, even i was scared.”

“you threatened him with a gun… i don’t think anything scares you, billy,” you asked. “thank you for stepping in.”

“‘s my job.”

“i know… but still,” you spoke.

you were continuing to close before he spoke again.

“what made you want to start this place?” he asked.

“my father passed a few moons before i opened this place,” you responded. “no parents, no husband — thought i might try this out.”

“my ma wanted to start a place like this,” he replied. “never got the chance.”

you nodded with a sad smile. “didn’t know her… but i think she’d be proud of how you handled that. don’t think he’ll be much trouble anymore.”

“she’d think i’m trouble with how full the lovely bartender keeps my glass,” he spoke, but looked like he instantly regretted it. “my apologies, i shouldn’t’ve — the whiskey —“

“you’re fine,” you laughed, your blush pinching your cheeks. as you walked away, you threw over your shoulder, “hopefully your ma wouldn’t mind that i keep her son’s glass full for his good work… nor that i think her son’s handsome.”

from that day forward, billy was always the man who sat at your bar.

he always greeted and made pleasant conversation with you, and glared at any man that got too aggressive with you. if looks could kill… billy would never need what he held in his holster.

you’d giggle to yourself after the creepy men would walk away. you’d never know… but when billy would hear your giggle afterwards, he’d smile, too.

but he kept that to himself.

however, slowly… he was becoming more comfortable with your company.

“so why didn’t you marry?” he one day asked randomly.

you were wiping down a glass when you got lost in the thought. “when there’s a nice one that’s interested… maybe. haven’t already because there aren’t very many nice ones. it was very convenient when you started keeping the bad ones away.”

to your dismay, he didn’t say anything in response.

but you had gotten comfortable with his company, too. too comfortable.

“and why isn’t there a mrs. bonney, billy?”

“she’d get jealous about how much time i spend with you,” he responded.

there was very little emotion in his voice, and you were afraid of reading into what he was saying. was he returning your flirtations? was he telling you that you were a drag? to answer your own question, you jokingly said, “well if i’m too much trouble, mr. bonney, you are more than welcome to have another one of your men step in.”

“well, ma’am —“ he began. “then i’d get jealous of how much time they were spending with you.”

you couldn’t hide the blush that rose into your cheeks. billy looked upon your face with a small smile tugging at his lips, and his gaze didn’t waver.

“keep talking like that, billy, and i’ll become trouble for you,” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“can’t say i’d mind much,” he responded, taking a sip of his glass, but holding eye contact with you.

if you weren’t frozen, you would’ve pulled yourself over the bar right then and then and planted yourself in his lap. you would’ve flung his glass to the floor, and wouldn’t have cleaned it up until you had kissed every inch of that man. you would’ve responded, but you couldn’t...

that was when billy’s men had stepped into the bar.

the air immediately darkened. the blonde one, named jesse, had led the pack as they stalked in. billy immediately flipped around to see what the problem was.

“sweetheart, give us a minute,” billy asked, calling over his shoulder.

billy never gave you orders, let alone in your own bar. however, if he was asking you to… you figured you should probably listen. you left the bar and went into the back. most of your employees had left for the night, so you helped the remaining ones clean up. it would be a few minutes or so before billy had come back into the kitchen to find you. you went back into the bar with him.

“i’ll be back before you close,” he spoke. “lock the doors.”

a second order. something he never did in the first place. something was wrong. you didn’t pry… you just scrunched your eyebrows in response.

“something’s up,” he spoke. he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before he turned to leave. “i’m takin’ care of it.”

there you stood, absolutely stunned. billy and his men left the bar with haste and didn’t look back. you, on the other hand, stood frozen… unable to leave the spot where you had billy the kid, known for his deadly skills, kiss you on the cheek.

you finally moved, reluctantly, but only to close up.

it would be close to an hour before billy finally came back. a few of his friends came with him, and they dragged in a man on their shoulder who was grunting in pain. blood was pouring from his leg, and you immediately went for the medical supplies you kept hidden under the counter. you grabbed two bottles of whiskey for good measure, arguably also a part of your makeshift kit.

“put him down on the table,” you gushed. his men were stunned to see you hustling, but they didn’t hesitate to rest their friend. you immediately took a look at the man’s leg, and were thankful to see that there would be no permanent damage. you shoved a bottle at jesse, and stated, “make him drink this.”

jesse had unscrewed the bottle and helped his friend drink before you fished out the bullet. thankfully no arteries were punctured, but it would be some time before he was good again. you cleaned up the man the best you could, and asked if any of the men needed anything.

“no, ma’am…” jesse responded. “we were going to bring him here and do it ourselves, your place was closest… so thank you.”

you smiled at him. “take the bottles. need it more than me.”

he tipped his hat to you.

“jesse,” billy began. “you and the boys head home.”

without question, jesse nodded. they helped their friend to his feet and left with a goodbye. even though they left, the unsettling feeling of the room hadn’t changed. billy seemed… different. heavier. he wasn’t the same man that had kissed you on the cheek before he had left.

you turned to him. “i won’t pry, but —“

“good,” he spat, turning to you. billy’s eyes bore into yours like you were one of the problem men at your bar. “don’t.”

a look of hurt flashed across your face. you could feel it. “you’re looking at me like i did something.”

“i told you to lock the door,” he spat again, his look of anger unwavering.

you had only seen billy's eyes that wide and that angry when there was someone being cruel to you. the thought made you shiver.

“how would you have gotten back in?” you asked.

“knocked,” he bit.

you narrowed your eyes at his curt response. “i had a feeling something was wrong. if i had waited to unlock, i couldn’t have gotten that bullet out as fast as i did.”

“doesn’t matter,” he bit. “how am i supposed to keep you safe if you won’t listen to me?”

you scrunched your brows together in confusion. “billy… whatever happened where you were, it wasn’t here. i could’ve gone to bed… but i stayed up. waiting for you.”

“and what if someone came in, huh? what then?” he hollered. “what would you have done then?! what would i have done if you had gotten hurt?”

you shook your head in disbelief. you couldn’t believe billy was speaking to you with such disdain. “with the way you’re talking to me, billy — sounds like you’re used to women who don’t pull knives on creepy men, hold broke bottles to their necks — or fish bullets out of legs when i don’t know why he was shot in the first place. you’re used to those kind of women, and have a problem with me? maybe you should go back to them.”

you immediately turned away from him, beginning to walk towards the bar. billy was hot on your heels when he reached out to grab your wrist and turned you around.

he grabbed both sides of your face and pressed his lips to yours.

you wanted to scream at him, throw fists at his chest, push him away — anything to let you know how he hurt you, how he wronged you... but you couldn't.

no. you couldn't.

you were so stunned you stood frozen in place as his lips moved against yours. you loosely held his wrists in your hands, and kissed him back.

“don’t want those girls, darlin’,” he spoke, breathless, in between kisses. “knew you were a real woman the first time i saw you. the kind that puts the fear of god into you, but looks at you with such a sweetness in her eyes that you can’t look away.”

“better believe it, bonney,” you spat, half joking. “you’ve seen how quick i am.”

“i know, darlin’, i know,” he whispered, kissing you once more. “i also know i was wrong to speak to you the way i did.”

“shut your damn mouth and kiss me,” you replied, pulling him closer to you.

“yes, ma’am,” he playfully responded, and you slapped his shoulder.

billy had backed you up against the wall and pressed his body towards yours. you stood on your toes to reach him, and even then he had to lean down a foot or two.

“billy…” you began, pulling away. “i’ve never… but if you wouldn’t think less of me, we could go upstairs. to my room.”

“i’d never think less of you,” he spoke, shaking off your comment. “but… what’d’ya mean, ‘never?’”

“i’ve never been with a man, billy,” you responded, suddenly embarrassed.

he was quiet for a moment, before stating, “you sure you want it to be with me?”

you nodded. “if… if you want to, that is.”

he didn’t respond to your statement, he just kissed you. he kissed you with every emotion you didn’t think he ever possessed — raw, hot, desperate emotion that held you close and tight to him. the heat and the intensity made your brain swim, but you could only care so much when billy the fucking kid wanted you.

he slipped an arm around your shoulders and then underneath your knees before he picked you up. you bit back a squeal before you threw your arms around his neck.

“light as a feather, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he spoke.

“all that steak i been feeding you?” you joked.

“my belt can’t help it if my woman feeds me well,” he replied, almost at the top of the stairs.

“you’re a flirt,” you giggled.

you pointed him towards your room. once in, he laid you down on the bed and laid on top of you. his body was warm and sturdy over yours, and you couldn’t help but feel warm. his hips were pressed against yours, but you couldn’t feel him through your dress. you grew frustrated at the thought.

you made quick work to undue his shirt, and billy was quick to catch on. he pulled away to take off his shirt, and you tried to take off your corset with his help.

“damn death trap,” he spat, fussing.

you giggled. he was cute when he was flustered, but nothing compared to the way he was looking hungrily down at you. you were completely bare before him, and you should’ve been embarrassed… but shame wasn’t present in this moment. the only thing you registered was how billy looked down at you — with adoration in his eyes as they raked down your naked form.

“will you…” you began. “will you show me… how to please… you?”

“another time, sweetheart,” he spoke, stealing a quick kiss from you. “i need my head between those legs of yours.”

“you-you don’t have to —“ you spoke. “i know that’s not something — that boys —“

“yeah — boys.” billy snapped, glaring at you. “real men want to taste their women.”

that shut you right up.

billy wedged himself in between your thighs and spread your folds. it caused a sharp intake of breath on your part, but you didn’t realize what you were in for. billy flattened his tongue, and licked a long stripe up your slit. your teeth sank into your lip at the foreign feeling that cause so much warmth to make your veins twitch.

…but when billy’s nose had nudged a specific spot at the top of your slit — your legs jerked.

“what — what —“ you stammered.

“shh,” billy cooed, slightly laughing. “i forgot how sensitive you were. my apologies, sweetheart.”

you trusted billy, sure, but you had never felt anything like that before in your life. the jerking motion of your legs was involuntary and made you fearful. billy could see the fear written on your face.

“that spot that i touched, that you felt?” he asked.

his eyes were so wide and meaningful you felt like you could melt in them. you brought yourself up to your elbows and hummed in acknowledgement.

“that is the most sensitive part of a woman, and if i play it just right —“ ever so lightly, you felt his middle finger and ring finger touch the spot. you shivered at the feeling, but you didn’t flinch like last time. you held his gaze as the warmth began to spread inside you. “i can make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”

billy bent over your body and held himself up with extended arm planted firmly by your side. he swiped the two fingers over his tongue to lubricate them, and brought them right back to where they were. you both watched his fingers play at the most sensitive part of you, and your lip began to quiver.

“look at me, sweetheart.”

your eyes glanced back up to him.

like you thought before, if angry looks could kill… anyone would die by just a look from billy the kid. however, what would they say about the way he’s looking at you now? with his plump lips parted, and his eyes wild and hungry? you didn't know... but you knew you would find out.

“y’trust me?” he asked.

you hummed in agreement, nodding.

“say it.”

you sharply inhaled, caught off guard by his order. “yes, billy — i trust you.”

instead of leaning back down to plunge his face in between your thighs, he kissed you. his lips connected with yours in one of the most dominating ways you ever thought a man could. with his hand playing between your thighs, he swallowed every moan and cry you struggled to keep hidden inside of you. billy was breathing hard against you — relishing in how it felt to have you so vulnerable and close to him.

that was when his fingers picked up speed.

and, god… did it feel damn good.

“b-billy,” you whimpered. “feels…”

“still trust me?”

“yes,” you cried, screwing your eyes shut. “yes, it’s just…”

he leaned his head down so his mouth was right by your ear. his breaths were hot against your ear, and you hummed at the feeling. your hand played with the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging at the roots.

“fuck — you takin’ what i’m givin’ to you, darlin’,” he rasped, then continued, “drives me insane.”

you could barely hear what he was saying, nor could you respond. your head was swimming with the weight of billy so close to your naked body, holding you down and safe, with those skilled fingers of his working you like you were a damn trigger. you were a whimpering, crying mess — and billy loved every second of it.

“something — feels —“

“d’ya want me to stop?” he asked, breathless.

“no,” you whimpered, confused how the warmth inside you felt like it was going, going, going. you didn’t know where it started, where it was going, and definitely didn’t know where it ended. you were worried that you were going to explode — but you didn’t understand. “something feels — like i’m — i’m going —“

“let it happen, sweetheart.” his kisses were wet and sloppy along the skin of your throat. he nipped at the skin, and that only sent you into more of a frenzy. “that’s right, darlin’. that’s it. trust me. i’ve got you.”

and that was it.

the thing — billy’s words, that sent you toppling over whatever metaphorical edge you could think of to describe it. it felt like white, hot sparks went off behind your closed eyelids and were going off on every nerve ending in your body. whimpers left your bitten lips like you were a babe, and your back arched off the bed. distantly, you could hear billy cooing with excitement, laughter… and praise.

a light sheen of sweat was on both of you, and billy had never looked better. his musk was wafting through the air and had completely taken over your senses. you felt like the only thing in the room was billy and the only thing in the world that mattered was billy. men got drunk off whiskey, but you? you got drunk off of that pure, unfiltered scent and look of a masculine man who showed you how to experience the pleasure of a woman you had never known.

“fuck…” you whimpered as you came down from your high. you tried pushing billy’s hand away, but you were so weak you didn’t think you could.

“sorry, darlin’,” he laughed, kissing your throat again. “got selfish. wanted to keep seeing that pretty look on your face.”

it was difficult for you to find words, let alone enough for an adequate response. “billy… that… that felt…”

“i’m gonna be trouble for you now.” he stole a kiss. “nothing better than seeing you below me, like that…”

“i want you to feel good, too,” you began. “please, billy? i wanna see you, too.”

his lips formed a tight line. “i don’t want it to hurt you.”

“first time doesn’t always hurt,” you spoke. “no one says the second time hurts.”

he smiled at that, and began to roll on top of you. you stopped him, and gestured for him to sit up against the headboard. he was hesitant at first, but he did it anyway. you hovered your hips above his before licking one of your palms and gliding it over the tip of his length. you stroked him a few times, and a soft moan left his lips at the feeling.

“i can keep going,” you spoke, throwing a sultry look up at him. “i want to make you feel good.”

“no, doll,” he rasped. “too selfish. need to see that pretty face of yours do what it does again.”

you pouted for a short moment before you lifted your hips above his length and began to sink down. you could feel a slick leaking from your folds, which made you feel better about actually getting him inside you.

“go slow,” he ordered suddenly. “you stop if it hurts, got it?”

you nodded, half ignoring him.

but it didn’t hurt.

the first inch didn’t hurt. the second didn’t. the third, the fourth, the fifth, sixth, — you lost count. billy was so big and filled you so nicely that you were so greedy with how you sank down into him. you couldn’t have cared less about what he said before about going slow — all you needed was to feel all of him completely.

“you didn’t listen —“ he grunted, slightly mad. “you’re so lucky you feel good, fuck — you’re so tight —“

“so what if i didn’t listen, mr. bonney?” you smiled coyly at him, a sudden bout of confidence coming over you. maybe it was the post orgasm glow, maybe it was the new feeling of having the most perfect man inside of you — you weren’t sure. “you feel — so good.”

“don’t get bold on me, sweetheart,” he smirked.

you didn’t listen. you picked up your pace, rocking your hips back and forth to what felt good inside of you.

billy’s cock liked that, sure — but he didn’t. you could see the mental turmoil on his face as his neglected cock was finally getting the attention it deserved, but his hothead person didn’t like that his girl was getting smart on him.

that was when billy flipped you over onto your back, much to your dismay. you liked putting on a show for him and doing all the work for a change.

“you wanna act like that, darlin’, huh?” he asked in your ear with a raspy, lust filled voice. “not gonna listen to me?”

“it just felt so good, billy, please —“ you were whining at this point, pissed he had taken away that feeling.

“oh, you’re a greedy thing, that right?” he taunted. “gets one fuckin’ taste, and now she can’t get enough?”

you shook your head, desperate for something — anything. “so greedy, baby. please, billy — please just fuck me.”

his hips snapped against you. hard.

maybe it should’ve hurt — but fucking christ, it didn’t. it felt so good to have his strong, forceful hips thrust against yours and hit that spot so deep inside of you.

“you like that?” he asked, taunting you. “that’s what my greedy girl wanted? — needed?”

his hips were relentlessly snapping against yours now as he hovered above you by holding himself up on his elbows. the sight of his broad and strong chest and shoulders… enough to make any woman weak. a firm crease was in his brow, signaling he was struggling to keep up his mean persona.

“yes — yes —“ you cried. “billy, you’re so deep — it feels — fuck, you can’t stop billy. please —“

“sweetest fuckin’ pussy,” he grunted. “squeezing me so tight.”

“right there — that’s the spot, baby,” you bit your lip to keep your voice down.

billy leaned his forehead against yours, and his exhales fanned against your face. little moans were escaping his lips as well, but nothing like yours. instead, he spat, “couldn’t let me be nice to you and fuck you sweet, huh? had to get smart on me?”

you could barely hear him. billy’s usual raspy, and commanding voice was enough to make anyone stand at attention — but now? now you were some cockdrunk whore who didn’t care how she got what she wanted, only that she did. his thrust were hard and fast, hitting a deep spot in you that was making that warmth swell up in you again.

“didn’t want sweet, billy,” you whimpered. “wanted you to use me just like this.”

you weren’t sure what came over you — and billy wasn’t sure either. his thrusts didn’t falter, but he couldn’t understand how the pretty, innocent looking bartender could be so fucking naughty — but only for him. a sense of pride had never welled up inside him like that before, knowing that he was the only one who got to see the prettiest girl in town keen for someone’s touch like this.

his touch. only his touch.

“gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he spat against your ear. “should’ve known you’d be such a good girl for me — taking my cock like this. can you cum around my cock like this? gonna be the best girl — and show me how that pussy tightens around me?”

the curse words billy drew from you were not your sunday best, but they made billy’s guttural groans against your throat and ear that much more enticing. you were both covered in sweat, spit, and slick — and nothing had ever felt better. you were close, so close — and all you wanted was to see him finish so you could see it for yourself.

“billy, i’m so close —“ you cried. “but i wanna —i wanna see you —“

“shhh,” he cooed. “gonna take what i give you, sweet girl.”

he sent a hand in between your bodies, and started playing with that spot that had made you explode the last time. you almost protested, but there was nothing like having a man buried so deep inside you do whatever he could to make sure you felt the best you could. you whined, you cried, you screamed, fuck — you did everything to let him know that you were close, billy, i’m so close, please, i’m begging, please don’t stop, and billy refused to look away from your beautiful face as you came undone below him once more.

with your beautiful hair fanned out around you, billy thought you looked ethereal as your second orgasm overtook you. there was something about the way your eyes fluttered softly closed, but broken gasps left your lips like you were so far gone in pleasure that you were lost in it. here, beneath him, before him, was a woman he had spent so much time protecting, so worried about her safety… all he wanted to do was make her feel good. when your limbs began to quiver, knowing you were so deep in your orgasm that you were at the peak, billy couldn’t help himself. he knew you were sensitive, he knew how it would be too much, he knew he shouldn't — but he had to. he was so, so selfish with his greedy girl.

his fingers kept spinning circles on your pink rosebud, and it was like the white light behind your eyes couldn’t stop. you were gasping for air — begging, pleading, hoping, wishing. it was so much. it was too much. it was everything and anything all at once, and you didn’t realize how far you were falling until tears leaked from your eyes.

he should've hated himself for making you feel so lost, but he didn't. not one bit.

“billy —“ you cried, shaking. “i’m so — so sensitive —“

he engulfed you into a long kiss, smiling smugly against your lips. you would’ve laughed with him, but you were so weak. so, so weak. he knew how sensitive you were, and stopped his movements completely. you didn’t realize he hadn’t finished with you until he began to pull out of you.

“billy — you didn’t —“

“s’alright, darlin’—“

“no, it’s not,” you said firmly. “teach me how to do — that thing.”

“that... thing?”

“with my mouth.”

he hesitated before shaking his head. “i don’t… tonight was a lot — for you.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “boys don’t taste their women, right? men do?”

he scrunched his eyebrows together, confused, but nodded anyway.

“and what about real women, billy?” you asked. “you think they like leaving their men unsatisfied?”

his lips parted at a loss. he couldn’t argue with that, could he?

“sit on the edge of the bed,” you spoke, sliding out from under him and finding a place on the floor.

he hesitated, but he didn’t argue with that, either.

you tried to hide your smirk from him.

he'd never tell you he saw it. he also would never tell you he loved it.

"you gonna tell me what to do, or what, cowboy?" you smirked up at him, taunting.

he shook his head, and pursed his lips in a way that he knew you were in over your head. "you're acting bold. let's see if you got a reason to."

you narrowed your eyes at him, but smiled anyway.

you returned your attention to the muscle you were holding in yours hands. it was long and thick — you weren't sure how it fit inside you before, and you definitely weren't sure how you were going to fit it in your mouth.

"too much for you, darlin'?" he quipped.

you shot him a look. "wasn't too much a minute ago, was it?"

you didn't let him respond. you licked the palm of your hand — throwing manners to the wind — and wrapped your hand around the tip and the top of the shaft. you made circular, stroking motions at the top and licked a stripe, like he did to you, up his shaft.

that shut him up.

a long and drawn out fuuuck had left his lips.

you shouldn't've — you knew you shouldn't've.

but you did anyway.

you started to kitten lick at his balls, and you could feel him shift from above you. hot and heavy groans were leaving his lips, to the point where he was incoherent. now that you had found his sweet spot, you'd never let go. just like he didn't.

"fuck, you are naughty," he rasped, voice dry and cracked. "my naughty girl. so good f'me."

you hummed as you wrapped your lips around the skin of his balls. they were warm and salty, and you relished in the taste. billy placed a heavy palm on the back of your head. you realized then and there he was foreign to giving up control — usually you'd give in, but not now. not when he was teasing you before.

you replaced your hand with your lips, and brought him down as far as you could.

from the corner of your eye, you spotted him beginning to fist the sheets.

tears were springing to your eyes, but you didn't care. you wanted to — had to keep going. you wanted this so badly — to take care of him. you needed this, and if he wanted it, too — he was going to give it to you.

you began to bob your head up and down, taking care to mind your gag reflex and teeth. the slurping sounds from your mouth were obscene — as was the drool falling from your lips, down your cheek, and along the skin of your raw neck.

both of billy's hands were on the back of your head now, giving you slightest — almost ghost like — push down. you welcomed it, hoping to show him you could take him far, farther than he thought you could handle.

above, he was going crazy. fucking nuts. his entire body was hot and on fire, and it took every ounce of him to not drag you back up into his lap and impale you on his cock. however... his muscles were tired, and his sweet girl looked so perfect on her knees before him, and who was he to deny her what she wanted so badly — what she earned?

he'd never tell you — but he wanted you to have it more than you wanted it yourself. he wanted you to know that he only felt comfortable enough with you to be in such a vulnerable position like this — pretty woman, teeth so close to his jewels. he wanted you to know that you were setting every nerve, vein, blood vessel on absolute fucking fire with the way your silky tongue slid down the length of his shaft, and the way your tight, warm throat enclosed around his sensitive cock... he wanted you to know how much he adored you, and how much he wanted to give you everything you had ever wanted.

"fuck, sweetheart —" he bit. "I'm so close — you better — pull off —"

"too much for you, cowboy?" she only pulled off for a second, before she put him into the deepest parts of her throat.

the way you teased him set a raw set of anger and adoration through this veins, and he didn't know what to do with it. he was so weak, tired, spent, and fucking horny — he couldn't move, think, or fight back. all he wanted was to cum down this sweet girl's throat and make her his.

"that's it, baby, fuck —" he spat through gritted teeth, the hands on the back of your head encouraging your movements. "right there, right there — fuck."

you held your place, keeping a few inches of him in your mouth. his thick cock throbbed a few times before ropes of white decorated the walls of your throat, and you swallowed every last drop. you pumped him a few more times, for good measure — and also to get back at him for earlier.

"don't be mean to me, baby —" he whined. "come up and lay with me."

you giggled, crawling up the bed to lay next to him.

"gonna tell me how that was?" you asked. "or too proud?"

he chuckled then. his post orgasm glow was so beautiful... for the first time, william h. bonney didn't have a permanent from embedded in his brow. he looked so... peaceful.

"not too proud to admit that was the best I've ever had in my life," he laughed, letting his eyes close. you trailed a hand up and down the soft skin of his chest and stomach before curling up next to him. "going to be proud after i take you to the courthouse tomorrow and make you my wife."

you scoffed at that. "i didn't think cowboys were the settling down type."

"they're not — but i'm no cowboy, sweetheart," he rasped, turning to look at you. "you're it for me — if you'll have me, that is."

you smiled then. a real smile. the type of smile that gave billy hope.

"on one condition," you spoke.

his eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded his head anyway.

"you'll ask me for real in the morning, mr. bonney."

"i'll give you anything you want, mrs. bonney — as long as you're mine."

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