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AHH BILL, I LUV HIM:33

buncha Bill screenshot doodles that ima try finishing later cause … ohh how i love the eltingville club

men, literally me

the look after he says master WOW I NEED THAT

i love jameson

Okay... Bye

hear me out on this now.

Currently mourning the James that lives in my head because the real James isn't actually like that. Being a diehard fangirl hurts sometimes when something knocks you out of your little fantasy world

He's my old man, your honor, I swear it. We're married and have kids, and he's a wonderful, loving husband and father. And we were high school sweethearts and he's always been loyal and loved me fiercely

Oh, baby James :(

my biggest flex is the fact that I look like James' ex, at least that's what my friends and family says

Currently thinking about James just doing typical "man" things. Chopping wood, fixing cars, hunting, doing typical house maintenance like fixing a sink or something...I'd be standing off to the side drooling the whole time while he did those things.

You guys live on a heavily wooded property and he's in the backyard in one of those slutty little tank tops of his swinging an axe for some fire wood. You can literally see his chest glistening with sweat, it dripping down his neck. His forearms and biceps are flexed with each swing, he's making soft grunting noises each time. You'd just be standing in the kitchen staring at him through the window completely mesmerized. If he noticed you he'd just flash you his handsome smile and throw you a wink before going back to chopping...🤤

Or your car was having trouble so he was taking a look at it for you, rambling on about things and explaining them to you like you understood. He'd pop the hood and go to work fixing whatever it was while you stood off to the side watching closely. Not to figure out what he's doing but just to watch hands, his long fingers reaching into a small crack to unscrew a bolt. And after he was done fixing everything he'd come back inside with oil smeared on him...I'd definitely offer to give him a bath 😋

Or seeing him out in his workshop just tinkering away on whatever small project he was busying himself with. Maybe he's building you something. A shelf for your books, a desk for your sewing room, a to little lap table to put your laptop on when you're sitting in bed or on the couch. You'd cherish anything he gave you for life just because he made it with his own two hands.

And those same calloused hands would hold you so gently. He'd feel the fabric of your blouse or dress under them (the ones he bought you) whispering under his breath how pretty you looked, tucking your hair behind your ear, randomly deciding to slow dance with you at any moment around the house. If you're out in public he never lets you walk next to the road, he'll always hold the door for you, offer you his arm to hold.

He'd make you feel so safe in his arms and to him that would be his greatest accomplishment. He'd be exactly the man you needed to be the woman you wanted to be. And you know damn well with how much he does for you you'll gladly be cooking him up a good meal every night, mending any of his torn clothes for him, rubbing his sore back or arms after a long day.

He's so husband

toxic codependent yaoi