#Billy Washington fluff

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

I Gave You My Heart

14/12: Hand Holding & Dry Humping - Billy Washington Word Count: 2.1k~ | Warnings: grinding, p in v sex, horniness as a result of drinking alcohol

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Christmas was always a difficult time of year for Billy.

To most, it was a happy, cheerful time, when families would gather, stuff themselves with as much meat as they could manage, drink as much wine as they wanted without stumbling into the garden shed (as his dad did the year before, to which his mum still hasn’t let him forget) and pass out on the sofa before the King’s speech could even come on tele.

To Billy, as with most years he gathered at his parent’s house, it was just another opportunity for his parents, sister and extended family to badger him with the usual abundance of questions.

How’s the job hunt going? Not well? Aw, well there’ll be something out there for you. Just have to keep at it.

No girlfriend yet?

You’re still looking for a job?

Lana not here yet? She’s doing well isn’t she?

He felt that if he had to go through yet another year of it, he’d go ballistic.

Aunties. Uncles. Cousins. He hugged them all on arrival, but felt very little.

But this year was different.

There was an element of protection she provided. A buffer, so to speak. And Billy being Billy, didn’t want to lean on her for that buffer, but was relieved all the same when she didn’t mind.

How did she do it?

How did she smile through it? Remain polite, despite the fact that it was socially sapping and emotionally draining to be around this many new people at once, all bombarding her with questions.

She was the shiny new item to a mischief of magpies, and all his aunties were babbling like turkeys at her, taking all the attention away from him. To his relief.

He watched her with a warmth to his face, a can of cheap beer in one hand, leaning against the radiator in the hallway to warm his backside.

She entertained them with brief, vague answers, but still somehow managed to keep that smile to her face he loved so much. Perhaps he was just wavy from the alcohol, he couldn’t tell. But he did realise he was flushing with embarrassment when her eyes clapped on him from across the room, and he realised he’d been caught staring.

His heart rate skyrocketed as she excused herself and crossed the room like she was floating, the Christmas cracker tissue paper crown was still somehow perched on the top of her head, whether she realised it or not.

“What you doing here by yourself, Wash?” she smiled.

He’d almost forgotten to move his lips to reply, his face was so hot.

“Making use of the central heating to warm your arse?” she prodded with a cheeky smile, turning to stand beside him, pressing her own back to the radiator and sighing as the warmth spread through her body from the middle outwards.

“Have my aunties bored you to death?” he asked, smirking beneath the rim of his can as he sipped.

She laughed through her nose, “That obvious?” she smiles, “Nah, it’s alright. Much better company than my house on Christmas Day, anyway. At this point, my dad’d be a snoring mess on the sofa and mum’d be fretting about Boxing Day lunch”.

In his alcohol-addled state, the raising of Billy’s eyebrows was a bit unmatched, alongside the lazy smile on his face, “I can picture that”.

She raised her own eyebrow at the way he seemed to subtly sway, despite being stood.

“What number’s this?” she asked with a knowing smirk.

And she watched with amusement as the cogs inside Billy’s head visibly turned, trying to form a memory of how many cans he’d swiped from his dad’s fridge before now.

“Um…4? I think?”

“You think?”

He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh out of embarrassment.

The heat once again rose to his chiselled features, something she would never not find endearing about him. Sometimes it was worth saying something risque or embarrassing just to see this beanpole of a man blush.

His baby blue’s glimmered with drunkenness as he looked over at her, for a moment searching her face as if he was ticking off all boxes that were labelled with her features. Her eyes. Her lips. The gentle slant of her cheeks. The shape of her nose. How her dimples sank in when she smiled lovingly at him.

He was sure nobody in his life had ever looked at him the way she did.

It made him feel good and also like he wanted to hide at the same time.

“You wanna get home soon?”

He nodded without even thinking. God, he fucking loved her for that. The way she was able to know when he was socially complete without him having to say it.

Leaving in any British household, especially on Christmas Day, is an event in itself.

It takes twenty minutes minimum, to pack up all the things you have, piling the presents you’ve received into various bags for life, and giving a ceremonial hug and a peck on the cheek to all who are still awake and present. Often people who you’d circle back to once you finally made it to the door, graced with yet another hug goodbye.

It was solemnly enchanting, the clear roads on Christmas Day, the ice that clung to the side of the roads, and the grit that coated the middle. Christmas music blared through her radio, muffled by static, and about the sixtieth time that BBC Radio 1 had played ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’. And they’d both laughed, delirious from over-socialising, when she’d realised only halfway through the drive back home, that she was still wearing the shoddy tissue paper crown.

“Was Santa good to you this year?” she’d asked jokingly, briefly turning her head from the red light.

He huffed a laugh, “He’s about to be when we get home”.

She rolled her eyes, shifting the car into first, but unable to help the smile that rose to her face.

Billy’s flat was donned with the basics of Christmas decorations.

Fairy lights along the headboard of the bed, a tiny plastic tree on the side table, several tea lights along the TV stand and finally, the pièce de résistance, the scented faux pine candle sat in the middle of the coffee table. Lit and extinguished this morning, but still managed to fill the room with a pleasant woody fragrance.

Billy talked big when he was a bit drunk. But she knew him better than that.

And though Billy might have wanted to tear all her clothes off, pull her to the nearest flat surface and let her know all he’d wanted for Christmas, all he was able to do was snuggle in behind her on the sofa, throw one arm around her waist and kiss the top of her head as his brain swam.

It was just noise mostly, something to fill the comfortable silence as the late afternoon became late evening, the tea lights illuminating the front room with a pleasant atmosphere. She was sure he’d fallen asleep, the hand that was over her middle now firmly in hers, his long digits intertwined with her small ones. Not that she minded. She simply held his hand, using her other to scroll through her phone with the volume turned down so he wouldn’t wake up.

She clicked her phone off when she felt his arm tighten around her middle, tugging her back closer to him and turned her head up to smile at him, “Billy”.

His eyes were closed as if half asleep, his dark blonde eyelashes moving to betray the fact that he was indeed awake, but he only hummed, his hips chasing hers to grind against her backside. The alcohol had fuelled his desire, but had hindered his actual ability to act on said desires, and he made a noise of frustration when his body hadn’t reacted the way he wanted.

“...‘m sorry…”, he mumbled quietly, speech slurred endearingly.

“For what?”

“...’ts my little soldier…can’t…”

She had to press her lips together to stifle a laugh, not used to or remembering Billy being this loose-lipped under the influence of alcohol. All the while he was still pressing his soft and clothed length against your backside, willing his ‘little soldier’ to life, to no avail.

It was both endearing and amusing, that even in the state Billy was in he was trying, and god he really was trying, to initiate intimacy, fully knowing that the likelihood was that he wasn’t going to be able to. Much much too drunk to even think straight.

“It’s alright, Billy, just go to sleep, ok?”

He huffed much like a child would when you refused him something.

“...but it’s Christmas…”

“Sex on Christmas Day is no better than sex on any other day. Just get some sleep, okay?”

He sighed, slumping his head onto the cushion in something akin to defeat, fingers still threaded through hers on her stomach. But not a moment later, she heard his steady breaths and threw the blanket over him as well as her and laid her head down as well.

Waves of consciousness kept pulling her to the surface, a pleased sound falling from her lips as she parted them, feeling all warm both against her flesh and tugging in her gut as well.

She could feel Billy’s hot puffs of air against her neck and ear, the hair there reacting to his quickened breaths as they stood on end, her brain failing to realise quickly enough what was going on, and why her boyfriend lay behind her, was breathing so quickly.

That was until she heard him whimper, a stuttered moan following it.

“Mm…Billy?..”

Her eyelashes fluttered open, and instead of the warm ropes of sleep tugging her down it was something else, something hardpressing against her and chasing friction. His grip on her hands was so tight, his knuckles were almost white from the effort of holding back.

By now the candles had all burned out, save one, and the sky outside was pitch black, with the smallest flurry of snow decorating the darkness.

Hours had gone by.

She jumped when she felt his hands, colder than she expected, dip beneath her jumper and shirt, pressing his large palm against the flesh of her stomach, his little finger teasingly sliding beneath the waistband of her underwear.

“Sorry - babe, I need you…”

She could feel how impossibly hard he was through his jeans, chasing friction with every cant of his hips, using one hand to unzip them with difficulty as his other held onto her like she might disappear.

Freeing his length from his boxers, Billy almost moaned aloud when he saw that she was pulling her own jeans down as well, having woken more than aroused at the idea he was grinding against her searching for pleasure. So he made use of his hand and turned her face towards him, enveloping her soft, puffy lips with his own in a warm, wet kiss, not pausing for a moment to think about anything else other than having her right now, as he’d dreamt of doing since Christmas morning.

She nearly gasped when he slid his thick manhood into her, sheathing himself inside her in one, smooth confident movement, as if nothing, nothing, was going to stop him from basking in the warmth she offered.

In this position, with her thighs squeezed together, and his hand on her hips, pulling her back to him with each desperate thrust, it felt like so much more. And every blow to the sweet spot that lay deep inside her felt so utterly maddening, that her brain, still rising from sleep, felt like it was being shaken around.

She came with a choked cry, her grip on his wrist where his nimble fingers were applying frustratingly little pressure to her bud as he continued to piston into her. And when she was so close to begging him to stop from overstimulation, Billy leaned back a little, his teeth grazing against her neck and one hand palming her backside to push himself deeper as he too came with a long, broken whine.

His chest moved against her back with his heavy breathing, sucking in air into his lungs after the craze he’d just fallen over.

Billy pressed kisses to her neck and jaw in a sort of admiration, moving slightly with his length still buried inside her, eliciting a whimper from her as well as the friction.

She felt his eyelashes move against her cheek when he opened his eyes, “Did we really just shag with Die Hard on in the background?” he chuckled breathily.

This time, she couldn’t hold back her tired laugh, swatting his arm playfully, “you’re such a dickhead.”

He smiled wearily, turning her face once more to capture her swollen lips in a kiss, more tender this time without the urgency of desire.

“What was that about Christmas Day sex?” he prodded.

She furrowed her brows and double-tapped her phone.

23:49.

Cheeky fucker.

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[arcielee]

28 and Billy x (my) girlfriend reader? 👉👈

Lyrics // "Scars are fading every day You seem a little more like yourself"

This drabble exists in the same universe as Lazy Sunday, just delving into how they first met. I hope you like it! 💜

It could be said that fate waited to weave Billy into your life, but you have never believed in that sort of thing. 

You would say it was purely happenstance that the coffeehouse was hiring after your quarter-life crisis that pushed you to withdraw from your university and live damn-near a nomad for half a year. You had sold most of your belongings to weightlessly flit across Europe, creating a constellation of cities visited until your fundings ran dry. 

At first your parents had been empathetic, thrilled even that their prodigal daughter returned to London, and even offered you to stay with them with your promise to enroll and finish your degree. You balked at their proposition, transitioning to flat-out refuse, and instead found your independence at this antique coffeehouse and a newfound passion for creating artwork in microfoam, with a natural skill that you quickly became renowned for. 

This was how you met Billy.

He moved as if he did not wish to draw any attention to himself, but your eyes noticed him, his long and lithe frame, and how he needed to dip to pass through the door to enter. There was an awkward grace with his gate as he moved towards the till, a flush staining his skin and the glisten of perspiration from a long day that was coppering his disheveled sandy locks, curling onto his brow and the back of his neck; there was a matching mess of stubble across his angular jaw. 

Despite the shop’s display to showcase your niche talent, he still quietly asked for a flat black. 

You watched him, your skepticism tucked away behind your now mastered customer-service-smile, as his slender fingers rummaged to pull out three £1 and one 50p coins that clanged onto the wood countertop. 

He then sat at the end of the bar, solemn and quiet, stirring in seven sugar packets and sipping gingerly. Your eyes would return to him and his morose air; there was something heavy on his wiry shoulders and it seemed to hunch him over his mug. 

In truth, he was kind of pitiful, and it tugged at your heart in such a way that when he finished his cup, you were quick to refill it without him even asking. It was then that he properly met with your gaze and that was the first time you saw his brilliant blue eyes that almost glittered under the fluorescent lighting. His lips curled with his soft smile when he thanked you.

You could not help your smile in return. 

He came back until it was habitual, always near the end of the day, the end of your shift, to a point that you found yourself making a fresh pot so the coffee would be warm and ready for his arrival. Billy–as you learned his name–showed himself to be an open book with any question you dared, and you enjoyed his low cadence as he shared about his life decisions that inevitably brought him here. 

The shame burned bright from him and your hand seemed so small when you reached across to lay it on top of his own, a light touch, your thumb drawing small circles. Billy was flustered with the gesture, his rose coloring bringing a new tensity so his eyes were now the same cerulean that stretched over a cloudless summer sky. 

“Why are you so nice to me still?” The conflict played across his sharp features, his obvious want for a connection but his own skepticism of your genuineness. 

You offered a small smile. “I like you, Billy,” you admitted, squeezing his hand for a moment. You then understood he would never make a move. “Let me finish closing up and I am going to take you to dinner.”

His flush darkened. “I’m still in my work clothes–” 

“And I’ll be in mine.” You interrupted with your laugh and his lips quirked in the corners slightly. “It won’t take me very long, wait for me?” 

And Billy did, finishing his coffee before pushing away from the bar so you could finish wiping it down. You could feel his eyes on you, brighter now, flitting along with your every movement until you finally stopped to stare back at him, arching an eyebrow to dare him, relishing in the lines that dimplied his cheeks with his shy smile.

You could not help but smile back; in part it was because you did actually like this pitiful boy, but also your quiet realization that the weight Billy had been carrying since he first came in had seemingly lifted from his shoulders on this night.

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[alicesivory]

The Moon Song

Inspired by the movie ‘her’ 2013 - directed by Spike Jonze 

Pairing: Billy Washington x female! Reader

Warning: smut, angst, and teeth rotting fluff (mdni), and not proof-read lol. 

WC: 7005 

Disclaimer: I am not comfortable using [y/n] but I won’t be using any OC since it’s still an x reader fic. But I’ll slip a nickname or two in some stories ;) Oh and I took some words and sentences from my favourite scene from the movie and the iconic monologue at the end but I revised it so it would fit into the story but all credits goes to Spike Jonze. Enjoy!

“War? You don’t got a clue- what do you know about war?! War against halal butchers? You don’t know anythin-.”

Billy nodded as tears started to build up in his eyes. Of course he knew nothing. It's as if anyone gave him a chance to know something. It’s meaningless at some point, he meant his life and all this bullshit about all of this charade. Just when he felt like a somebody, of course his sister had to crumble it all down.

Or just trying to make him snap out of it from this dreamlike state he’s in as his inner self tries to justify his actions. 

He didn’t mean to be like this in the first place or mingle with those thugs. 

He never did. 

“-grow up, Billy!”

He nodded once more as a tear dropped from his eye. 

“You done?”

“Yes, I am.”

Billy kept an eye on his sister as she stomped away from his room, and finally from his apartment. 

Slamming the door. 

Humiliation weighed over his shoulders as he hung his head low, running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair with frustration. It wasn’t supposed to end up this way. Not the way he wanted it to. Taking a deep sigh, he lets go of all of his tears letting them roll down from his cheeks. Sniffling and crying alone in his dark room. But just as wanted to just curl up in bed and cry ‘till exhaustion, he heard a knock from his apartment door. 

Wiping away his tears and snot, he stood up bravely and walked towards the door. It’s probably his sister, wanting to yell or lecture him about…literally anything, really. Nothing’s good enough for her or their parents. He sighs and opens the door with no hesitation without checking who it was. 

“Coming back for mo-.”

Oh, it wasn’t his sister. 

Her name rolled off his tongue easily like he was dying to say her name for months. She looked at him curiously as she stood there with an awkward thin smile. “I bumped into Lana and…she looks pretty pissed. Did I come at the wrong time?” she asked, pointing towards the apartment hallway. He quickly shook his head.

“N-no! Not at all. We just had an argument- you know how it is.” 

It has been…8 months and 2 weeks since he broke up with her (yes he has been counting) and 2 months since he last saw her. Their breakup was hard for him and sometimes Billy believed that their breakup was the one that caused his downward spiral. He had known her since they were in university, she was his friend before he slowly developed feelings for her. His train of thoughts were snapped away by her gasp. “What happened to your hand?”

He quickly hides it away behind his back.

“N-nothing! By the way, What’re you doing here?” He asked, not wanting to tell her the truth. What will she think of him? He can’t just dump his troubles into her. 

“I know this is silly, but I forgot to take some of my stuff,” she sighed in defeat, clearly letting him brush away the topic of his hand. Billy knew what she left and he didn’t even bother to tell her since he..well..just wanted her to maybe stop by or just kind of let it stay in his apartment to remember something of her. A piece of her, some sort.

“Yeah? What did you left?” He asked, acting dumb. 

“Some books and my brown watch. Have you seen them?”

“No, not at all. Come in.”

Three years ago. 

Laughter filled the apartment floor as his pale cream couch was being moved from the first floor to the third floor. He was at the bottom end while his sweetheart was trying to pull the couch up. “It’s getting heavy, love!” He teased as he tried so hard not to laugh seeing them fail over and over again to move their couch up to their apartment. 

What’s now his apartment, used to be their apartment. 

“Hold on! Oh dear Lord-,” she cackled as she took a step back up the stairs, lifting up the other edge of the couch. 

“Alright, now push!” She ordered as they finally succeeded to drag and carry the couch unison. It took them a while to finally make the couch fit through the doorway, but they managed. Back then, their apartment was still empty. No mess or dirty clothes scattering around the floor. It still smelled like paint. “Phew!” She said before crashing onto the couch. Billy follows along, putting his arm around her, letting her lean onto him. 

“Tired, sweetheart?” He teased.

“Terribly.” 

“Gosh I think the last time you were this tired was two nights ago when I fuc-,”

“Ew, no ew stop-,” she says with a giggle trying to get away from him but he won’t budge.

“And you told me to keep going! ‘Ah harder Billy! Harde-,”

“You are so disgusting!” She exclaimed as she covered his mouth with her palm, but he kept teasing her with his stupid dirty jokes. “Really? The last time you told me that was when I gave you backs-,”

“You are so infuriating!”

The only thing to make him shut up was tickles and her plan worked. When her fingers started to wiggle on his stomach, he burst out laughing like a mad man. “Stop! Stop!” He begged her. After one last tickle, she pulled away with a satisfied grin. “You’ll be the death of me, woman.” Billy placed his arm back around her shoulders and gave her a sweet peck on her lips. “I shall be,” she replied cockily, booping his nose. He smiled at her as he admired her features that he loved more than anything. 

He didn’t know he was able to love someone this much. 

“Can’t believe we have this place to ourselves,” he said softly to her, brushing a hair away from her face. She smiled back, “Can’t believe I’m doing this with you.” They both shared a sweet kiss where no one could disturb them or interrupt them. Ever.

“I uh…I applied for the military,” he informed her as they pulled away from their kiss. “Yeah? That’s amazing..,” she said supportively, brushing his hair with her gentle fingers. “Yeah..I wanted to try, y’know? Seeing Lana on field…I  want to be like her y’know? Brave…tough…,” he listed. 

“But you are.”

Her words made him scoff. 

“You’re only saying that ‘cause I’m your boyfriend. It’s biassed.”

“It’s still an opinion,” she said gently, still brushing his hair. Seeking her comfort, he leaned his head on her shoulder. “You think I can do this?” He asked with a hint of insecurity in his voice. “Of course you can,” she reassured him, giving him a gentle kiss on his head. 

Present day

They ramage through his apartment trying to collect all of her stuff. Piece by piece they collect the stuff she left in his apartment. “Alright we have the books…wuthering heights, pride and prejudice, little women, yada yada yada, and all I need is my brown watch. And it’s nowhere to be found- you sure you haven’t seen it anywhere?” She walked towards his gaming chair and sat on the pillowed chair while he sat on the cream coloured couch. 

Normally, he won’t let anyone sit there. Even Becky, or Lana. She was the only one he trusted to touch his possessions. He smiles as he listens to her babbling and talking. He hates to admit it, but he missed it. 

“Nope, not at all,” he lied. 

Sighing in defeat, she starts rocking the chair as she looks around the room they’re in. “How you’ve been, by the way?” Billy shrugs at her question, acting all casual even if his life was basically crumbling down. No job, shitty friends, commit a minor crime, his sister, parents, even current girlfriend hates him. “Just fine, really.” 

His answer made her smirk. “Well your hand says otherwise,” she says. Her witty answer made him chuckle. “What can I say? I’m a busy man.” He always liked how easy it is to talk to her. “What about you? You doin’ alright?” He asks, his tone gentle and eager to know if she’s been alright. 

“Well, yeah I’m alright. Ups and downs here and there, y’know?”

“Compared to me, you look like you’re doing amazing,” he compliments her, leaning in to take a good look at her even if they’re a little bit away from each other.

His compliment made her chuckle. 

It always does. 

“Thanks..,” she replies, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I’m serious though..you look amazing.” His tone genuine and full of meaning into it. 

She looked at him for a moment, trying to read him before nodding. 

“Well you look like you need a haircut and a shave.”

Her comment made him laugh. Genuinely laugh. It’s been awhile since he felt that much comfort in him. 

After a while, their laughter died down and a comfortable silence swept the room. “You seeing anyone?” she asked. He nodded, “Yeah, but it’s a bunch of crap. Her name’s Rebecca and I haven’t heard from her since last week.” She gave him a thin smile, both of them knowing that they don’t want to discuss that topic further. “And you?” 

“Been on a date or two but none of them worked out,” she shrugs. He nodded again, a little bit glad to hear that. “You happy with your new book?”

“You’ve read it?” She asks with a chuckle. “Well, I saw it in a book store last week and it looks pretty cool, I might have to buy a copy after this,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I mean sure I like how it is,” she says. But he saw how she pursues her lips with a pregnant pause coming from her. “But I feel like it’s true to what I set out to do. So I’m happy with that.”

“I swear, You’re your own worst critic, I’m sure it’s amazing. Even that paper you wrote on synaptic behavioral routines made me cry.” 

“Yeah, but everything makes you cry.”

“Everything you make makes me cry.”

A sense of familiarity washes between them. How easy it was to just talk like normal people would. Alice looked into his eyes for a moment before darting away and spots his injured knuckles once more. 

“No but seriously though, what happened?” She asks, pointing at his hand hesitantly. He looked down and felt heat coming up to his cheeks.

“I uh…it was an accident.” “What accident?”

“An accident that involved me and some glass shards.”

“How the hell did that happen?”

Why is she asking me all this shit?

“You don’t want to know.”

“I would love to know, actually.”

He looked at her for a while to sense any sort of hesitation in her words but the only thing he could find in her eyes was determination. It intimidates him. She could scoop anything from the bottom pits of his heart. 

“For fuck’s sake, Ismashedawindowatabutchersh-“

“What?!” 

“It was a fucking protest-“

“—What protest, Billy?! All I see is that you’re now doing property damage-,”

“—Am not!—”

“—Then what was that for? Why on earth would you smash a butcher shop’s window?!” 

Billy was silent.

Why did he do it?

“I..”

Did he actually believe all that bullshit? Or was he just tagging along with his buddies? To be…accepted?

“Everything I do is never enough for you, is it?”

His words created this thick tension in the room. Her brows crinkled as she took his word as an offense. “Why would you say that?” She asks, her voice cracking. “Because it’s the truth-.”

“No it isn’t,” she said, stern and true. “I always felt like you wished I could just be a happy, light. ‘everything’s great’, bouncy girlfriend who always puts a smile whenever you come home either happy or angry and I’m sorry but I can’t do that, I still have feelings too-.”

Billy winces at her words and shakes his head, “No I didn’t want that.”

“You avoid me and shut me out whenever I point out something wrong about you, or us- even when we argue you never wanted to listen!—“

“—No I don’t!—”

“—It’s like as if you can’t handle real emotions, Billy—,”

“—They are real emotions, how do you—,”

“—What? Say it! Am I really that scary, Billy? Say it- How do I know what?!” 

Silence hung in the air once more. They were both seeing red and they…she...he…realized how this argument was going nowhere. Billy saw how her gaze shifted, how her brow relaxed and her eyes slowly softening. Her once angry demeanour changed into what is now left with regret and embarrassment. Rubbing her arm, avoiding his gaze. God, did he really messed up this bad?

“I was gonna marry you, y’know?” 

He didn’t even realize that he said those words out loud, avoiding her gaze as his head hangs low once more. Not realizing how her eyes softened, looking at the man that she once loved and believed was the love of her life. Maybe he is still the one she loves- but he sees that as wishful thinking. 

“I’m sorry that came out of nowhere-,”

“—Billy, It’s okay-,”

“—But I mean it though, I…really want to marry you. Back then, after I’m finally in the military or something- but turns out none of that shit worked out, so…,” he says running his hands through his hair once again. His sentence hung in the air as he shut his mouth from talking any further. 

Billy’s birthday, last year. 

“You’re so infuriating..,” she giggled lowly as she laid on his bed, in his arms, tangled in bedsheets as the moon shone bright from the window. “Me? Infuriating? Is that a proper way to say to your birthday boy tonight?” Billy teasingly replied, leaning his head to hers letting his forehead rest on hers. 

She giggles again shifting her whole body close to him as she clutches the blankets close to her chest to keep her warm. “Jeez sorry, it’s not my fault that you keep giving bad activity ideas for your birthday. Like, seriously? Skydiving? You know I hate heights, you arse!” She slaps his chest, earning a cackle from him. “It was just a suggestion, love that’s all…,” Billy grunts as he cuddles her tightly. 

“Ugh you’re squishing me..,” she complained.

“Stop whining..,” he replied, giving her a sweet kiss on the neck. “It’s still my birthday tonight, I can hug you as tight as I can..,” he murmured sleepily. Alice chuckles and slightly shifts, facing up to him. “No but seriously though, what do you want to do tomorrow?” she seriously asked. 

“I don’t know, really…probably taking you out and the lads up for a few pints. Just the usual, love,” he said, rubbing her arm. “Just wanna spend some time with the people I love.” Giving her a sweet peck on the lips.

“Yeah? You gon’ give your mum and da a visit then?”

Billy groaned as he nuzzled his face on the crook of her neck. “Knew you’d say that.”

“Oh c’mon, love…it’s been a half a year since you saw them. One visit won’t hurt…,” she said gently, running her fingers through his hair. “Yeah one visit will end up my da making fun of me and seeing my mum’s disappointment up close,” Billy sarcastically chuckled. “I won’t let them,” she whispered closely to his ear. 

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Her response earned her a smile out of him. “What’d I do without you, sweetheart?” He asked sultry before he started to kiss her jaw…down to her neck as his big hands snaked her waist, holding her gently. “I think you’d do just fine,” she answered with a sensual sigh. Billy smiled, nuzzling her cheek with his nose before capturing her lips with his. 

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back with a low hum, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they explored each other's mouths. Billy took his time as he slipped his boxers down and placed them somewhere in the bed. “Mm…y’know I love you right?” He asked in between kisses as he pinned her down to bed, hovering over her. “I know,” she said. His kisses trailed down from her lips, her jaw, her neck, down to her chest. Gently squeezing and caressing one of her breast while his mouth nipped and sucked the other carefully. He’d then squeeze one to make her nipples perk so he could kiss it and suck it better, leaving wet trails down to her tummy and finally finding his treasure.

Gently spreading her legs, he could see that her white cotton panties had already left a dark wet patch on it. A smile tugging at his lips and he gently nuzzled his nose on her clothed sex. “Already all wet for me, babe?” He asked, placing a sweet kiss onto it before pulling down her panties in one swift motion as if he’d done this a thousand times already.

“C’mon…where’s my sweet darling..ah there she is…,” he muttered to himself. Without a warning he kitten licked her whole sex making her gasp in pleasure. Smirking smugly up at her, he continued to tease and lick her pussy before managing to eat her out properly. Hungrily munching on her like a starved man. He rubbed her clit gently in a circle motion as he stretched her hole with his tongue, fucking her with it. 

This motion made her squirm and gasp, her brows crinkling feeling the intense pleasure that she couldn’t get enough of even if he’d done this to her more than she could count. “M gonna put a finger in, yeah?” His voice said in a reassuring and gentle tone. She nodded with no hesitation and just as she knew it, she felt his finger slipping into her. One finger then became two fingers, slipping in and out of her dripping hole as he licked her clit making her cry in pleasure. 

He took his time to help her find pleasure. He could die between her legs and he’d be happy. He groaned in delight as he licked all of her juices when his fingers pulled out of her weeping hole. He couldn’t get enough of her as he licked off her juices before he had to pull away and looked up to her. 

“W-wha- why did you stopped?” she asked. He hovers over her once more, “Need you inside of me.” Needily nuzzling his nose to her neck, sucking onto her. He then felt his body shift as now he has is back on the bed as she sits on top of him like a queen on her throne. Straddling him, he could see all of her. Caressing her sides, he saw how she looks down and groped the base of his shaft, giving it a few strokes. 

“You okay with this?” She asked.

“Mmhm…y-yeah- fuck yeah,” he couldn’t even speak properly, blinded with pleasure.

Then he felt her lining up their sexes, his cock leaking with pre-cum as she teasingly rubs the outside lining of her pussy with it. “Don’t tease-fuck!” Before he could even finish his sentence, she slips his cock in making both of them gasp in unison. “F-fuck, Billy…,” she moaned, adjusting to him. She loved how he felt inside her. Not too overwhelmingly big or small, to her it’s the right size and girth. 

“You’re made for me,” he grunted as he needily thrust up begging for any movement or friction. Billy saw how she looked at him, eyes full of lust and love as she started to move up and down and rocking him as they adjust to their pleasure.

“Billy?” she called out to him as she thrust into him, her body full of sweat. “Y-yeah?” Holding her hips with his big calloused hands. “Wake up.”

“W-what?”

“I said wake up.”

Present day, Billy’s birthday. 

The sun started to rise, but only tiny streaks of sun rays managed to peek through the blinds. Billy opened his eyes, finding his room empty, finding his bed empty. 

Fuck, he just had another wet dream of her.

He looked down, finding a dark wet spot on his pants. Of course he did. His phone kept buzzing beside his bed, probably some ‘happy birthday’ notifications from his mum, dad, and sister. Becky didn’t even bother to send him a ‘i’m leaving you’ text. Ghosted and gave up on him. 

Like the others do. 

He sighs, getting up from bed and throws a shirt on himself and changes his shorts before finally picking up his phone. Then he saw it. A notification with her name on it. It’s been months since he last saw a notification from her. What is she going to say? Should he open it now? Maybe later- oh fuck it!

Hi Billy how you’ve been? I just want to say happy birthday here and hope you have a great birthday this year🎂 Sorry for the other day, I really didn’t mean a lot of those things, just wanted to see how you’ve been.

I know it’s been 10 months since we broke up and I know you probably don’t want me in your life again but I really just want to say that I wish you nothing but the best things in life. We’ve gone through a long way, we grew up together and all that shit and I just can’t act as if you don’t exist in my life. You always do in some way and I hope that’s okay. 

Have a great birthday Bil.

That text was the last straw for him. He looked around his no-good apartment, in the back of his mind he remembered everything he’d shared with her in every corner of this apartment. It drives him insane how he can’t have that now. But God he’d take it all back and do better for her. Reading her text, knowing how much of a shitty person he is, and she could’ve ghosted him and never talk to him ever again yet she decided to acknowledge him as a person. Not wanting to cut him out of her life, even he himself wouldn’t do the same thing if he was her. It drove him off. 

He hates the way he projects himself. But it is how he is.He hates everything in his life. It’s insufferable and suffocating in his own flat. He didn’t ask to live like this, but he knew the only person he could blame was him. 

Not his family, 

Not his friends, 

And definitely not her. 

He couldn’t stay in his place any longer but as he was about to just grab his stuff and leave the place, there was a heavy knocking on his apartment door.

-

Life went on for a while that summer. He jogged to his car and placed his phone on the phone holder. He opens his phone, checking if he has any texts to answer before he starts driving. He sighs as he spots her name again when he opens his messaging app. He has read her text but he hasn’t replied to her. Opening her chatbox, he realized that there were also a few things he’d like to say to her. Tapping his heel and his leg bouncing anxiously, he contemplates whether or not he should reply to her or leave it be. 

“Fuck it,” he muttered. 

Pressing down the voice message icon, he starts to speak,

“Hey uh…hey love, thanks for the uhm message, I appreciated it r- fuck why do I sound so nervous?” Billy presses the stop button and deletes it. He clears his throat, “Hey uh, I got the birthday message, I really appreciated it, ta. I’ve been doing better…thanks for asking.” He said as he starts to drive his car. 

“Listen, I…I’ve been sittin’ and thinkin’ about all the things I wanted to apologize to you. All the shit and…pain we caused each other and everything I put on you, like how you think I needed you to be or needed you to say, and I’m sorry for that..really. I think I’m just doin’ that because I want to be better for you,  even until now.  And you know what, you helped make the best versions of me. We grew up together and there’ll be a piece of you in me too, always. Whatever we are in the future, and wherever you are in the world I just want you to know that I’ll always look for you and…I…,” he paused. 

I love you and I’ve never stopped loving you. 

“...I hope you have a great day too. Bye.”

Taking all of his courage, he presses the send button. 

Letting out a big sigh, he leans back onto his seat and tries to drive peacefully. 

Maybe a gum will help him calm down. 

A year ago. 

Billy remembered it like it was yesterday. It was late at night and Billy was watching something off the old Telly. He had a terrible day. After he failed to get into the military, he tried applying for high end jobs but it didn’t work out. Did another interview today and he just knew he’s gonna flunk it. The next thing he knows he’ll get an email saying that they’re sorry and all that bullshit. He sighed, leaning his head back on the couch. 

“Billy?” She called out from the doorway. 

“Hm?”

“How was the interview?” 

“Horrible,” he grunted. 

“You don’t know that-,”

“-They laughed at me,” he snapped his head towards her to the point it sets her off. “I-I didn’t kno-,” “Of course you don’t.” He cuts her off once again before getting up from his couch, brushing her off as he passed through her. “Fine,” she muttered and went to the bedroom. “Can you just be supportive for once?” Billy snapped again as he threw his beer bottle to the trash bin. “Just for once, be supportive of me?” He emphasized, with a hint of sarcasm, bitterness and frustration. “Supportive? Isn’t that what I’ve been doing all these years, Billy?” She replied, taking his words to an offence. 

“Oh really? Well I don’t think you’ve been supporting me, more like nagging at everything I do!”

“Criticising isn’t nagging, Billy!” 

“You call that criticising? Critics are supposed to help me be better not bringing me down!”

“I wasn’t bringing you down, Billy! I was just saying the truth! Your CV was weak you didn’t put your best qualities that should’ve been the key point-,”

“--Just stop! Stop it, you’re such a know it all, aren’t you?--”

“--Me? Ha! I’m not the one who can’t accept criticism! Who can’t accept real emotions–”

“--Oh fuck you! Atleast I’m not the one who got rejected by 10 publishers just because the book you’re writing is complete rubbish!”

Her eyes widened. As much as they like to argue, Billy will never dare to say anything about her work- most of all, her book. Billy’s rage died down as he realized what he just said. He crossed the line. He fucked up. He saw how her lips slightly trembled as she wanted to speak. 

She nodded as tears built up in her eyes. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?-”

“--No, fuck- babe I didn’t mean that I’m sorry–,”

“--No, it’s fine–,”

He gently walked towards her and tried to keep her from going away from him. Trapping her in a gentle embrace. “--No, it’s not fine…I’m sorry..I didn’t mean any of that…I messed up I’m sorry,” he apologized over and over again. Placing gentle kisses onto her head. His heart sank when he heard her sniffles. Gently stroking her hair, he murmured his apology to her showering her with kisses to make it all better. “Why are we like this?” She asked in a small tone. “Like what?”

“We keep hurting each other.”

Billy’s thoughts were suddenly snapped when a notification enters his phone 

Lana: Mate, I’m with Becky. She came to mine looking for you. Call me NOW. 

Becky? Why did she came to Lana looking for him?

That doesn’t makes any sense. 

Billy brushed it off and probably thought that Becky’s there to call him off or take her stuff from his flat or something. So he clicks on Lana’s contact number and dials her after constantly ignoring her. 

“Billy!”

“Can you put Becky on?” “Where are ya? Ya sound like you’re drivin’,”

“Yeah was drivin’ to meet my mates, why? Let me speak to Becky.”

“What mates? Anyone I know?”

“Just mates, Lana.” Billy says as he takes a turn on the road. “Why, what’s going off?”

“Listen, Billy I’m not with Becky- I just needed you to call me.” Billy furrowed his brows as he listened to his sister speak on the phone. 

“What?- What do you mean you’re not with Becky?- What do you mean- what- why?”

“I need to talk to ya. You’ve not been answering my calls. You’ve not been about-wh-where are you driving to?

Suddenly his car bumped into some people who were doing some protests. Flipping him off for bumping into them. “Billy? Billy- Where exactly are you?” Lana asks again. Billy flips a protestor on his side bumping into his car. “Farringdon Tube Station,” he answered Lana, annoyed. 

“Listen, Billy, it’s important, what are you doing at Farringdon Station?”

“I was meant to meet the lads but they’re not here. Outside the tube he said, but I can’t see them. Just a load of lefty wankers.”

“Billy, why did you drive, was that your idea?”

“Nah, my mates asked me to give some of the lads a lift down. Must be some kind of joke.” 

Billy looked around not finding any signs of those so called lads. Shit, he got set up. A joke, like people would see him as. Fuck. 

“Yeah they’ve set me up, haven’t they? Havin’ a laugh, aren’t they? Knobheads,” he says with a disappointed demeanor that even Lana could detect. 

“Billy, these new mates of yours, they’re not who you think they are.”

“Lana, what you on about?”

“Nick. Nick Roberts, he’s a…he’s a terrorist. One of the Crusaders that killed Nut.”

In a flash, he finds himself in the middle of Cranstead Fields with a fucking bomb inside of his car. He could hear his heart beating rapidly, his ears ringing as it mutes everyone and everything around him. From many different scenarios in his head, Billy didn’t think he’d die like this. Trapped in a car in the middle of Cranstead Fields with a ticking bomb that’s about to go off at any minute by now. His breath ragged and unstable as he kept an eye on the timer. Swallowing a lump on his throat, he looked up to his rearview mirror. “Oh no..,” he pants to himself. Scared to death, really. He wondered if he’s ever going to survive this. Maybe he should’ve chosen better shit in his life and maybe he won’t get blown off by a fucking bomb latched onto those terrorists. If only he chose better friends, listened to his sister, he’d be at home patching things up. If he was any good maybe he’d be watching some old telly show with her. 

Fuck, he didn’t even said goodbye. 

He hasn't told his mum and dad how sorry he was for being a mop, and for everything he did. 

“Billy! I’m here! Alright it’s gonna be fine! Just stay really still for me, I'm gonna have a look around the car.”,“Yeah you gotta do something about this,” he pants, glancing at the timer that’s still ticking. “About three minutes, yeah?” Three minutes and twenty five seconds. Twenty four, twenty three..shit! He hasn't read her new book. Lana tried to take a look at the bomb as well through the window with a worried and nervous expression. But when Billy faced her again, she tried to put on a brave face for her brother. “Okay stay still, I’m gonna go have a look- Don’t touch anything, I’m just gonna check the car okay?”

“Y-yeah, yeah…just-just hurry!”

11 months ago.

Billy leaned onto the hood of his car as the night breeze swept through him. One hand on his jacket pocket, and the other holding a fag as he took a drag out of it letting out a puff of smoke into the air. Looking down at his phone, he saw that it’s 7:00 pm sharp. She should be home from work by now. He sighs, flicking the cigarette down to the ground before stubbing it as he walks to the building. After going through security, he saw his sweetheart talking to the receptionist at the lobby as she had her bag on her shoulder. After finishing her chat with the receptionist she turned around and spotted him immediately. A smile plastered on her face. 

“Heya Billy…,” she greeted with a smile, hugging him with her arms around his neck. He kisses her cheek and neck intimately. “Hiya, love.” As they pull away from the hug, he has his arm around her waist leading her out of the building. “How’s work?” He asked as they walked towards his car together. “Same old, same old,” she shrugged. 

“And…how’s your book going?” His question made her giggle and grins in excitement. “I just got an email that..they’re actually going to publish my book!” She cheers. “Told ya they’d love it,” he said to her smugly, giving her a kiss on the head. “I was so scared and nervous though…but I guess I just needed to take a deep breath with it all,” she said, opening the passenger door. “Yeah, you actually do need to do that,” he said with a pregnant pause. He kept his eye on her as she fastened her seatbelt. 

“Hey, babe?”

“Hm?”

He gently strokes her hair. “Look, I just wanted to say sorry about that night. I was a big dick to you that night, didn’t know what came over me…,” he said carefully to her. “It’s fine–,”

“Don’t say that it’s fine, bub. It’s not. It was stupid and fucked up for me to say about your book. Those 10 publishers who rejected your book were also stupid. I think everything you write is amazing. Can’t wait for the next one.” He kissed the back of her hand, his eyes not leaving hers for a second. “You forgive me?” He asked. Billy saw a smile creeping on her face, “I’ll forgive you. If you promise you’d buy a copy of my book everytime I release one.” 

“Easy, I’d buy Five.”

“Five, huh? I’ll keep your promise, Washington.”

He chuckled, giving a kiss on her temple. 

“Promise, love.”

Present day, Cranstead Fields. 

What felt like an eternity of Lana checking the bloody car, he gripped his steering wheel while glancing at the timer once more. Two minutes and fifty three seconds. Fifty two…fifty one…his heartbeat was banging like a drum inside of his chest. Breathing in, breathing out. Lana looked at the timer and the bomb through the passenger seat’s window, trying to find a solution and just..anything! To turn that stupid bomb off. But her expression wasn’t that convincing. It scared him. 

“How bad is it?” He had to ask Lana. 

Lana could only look back at him with a nervous smile. “It’s fine,” she lied. 

“I can tell when you’re lying, man! So how bad is it?!” He asked again. 

He kept screaming his sister’s name as she went away for awhile- but she can’t just  leave him, he needed his sister. Screaming out Lana’s name like a mad man, his face gone red as he cried inside his car. He does not want to die. He swore it felt like hours inside that stupid car. From the rearview mirror he saw Lana running back to him. “Billy! Listen to me! LISTEN TO ME! LOOK AT ME, YEAH? The timer means nothing! They put it there as a trick so you’ll open the door–,”

“--please–,”

“--Can you hear me?!”

“...please,” he begged again.

“Don’t touch it! Stay still! It’s gonna be fine.”

“Oh fuck,” His head hangs low as he realized that there’s no way out of this situation. 

“Listen to me, I’m your sister, okay?!”

She’s his sister.

“You need to trust me, I’m gonna go and get some stuff–,”

“--Lana please, don’t go–,”

“--You gotta trust me! It’s gonna be fine.”

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he nodded. Okay. It’s gonna be fine. It is. It is. 

He resisted the temptation and fear of opening the door. But when the timer ran out, it freaked him out. But everything was silent, no explosion or anything going off. There he realized that Lana was right. It was a trick. Okay- fuck. He has to stay focused right now. Watching from the rearview mirror once more, he saw Lana’s team hurriedly bringing their tools. 

“Alright Billy, we’re gonna just take off the rear window so you could crawl out, yeah? Stay. Still,” Lana reminded him calmly. She takes a glance at the bomb once more, giving him a thin reassuring smile. “See? It’s gonna be fine. Don’t touch anything.” Billy nodded at her words even if he was internally screaming. Slowly, he saw how her team plucked out his rear window. “Okay Billy, just slowly crawl right out. We got you,” Hass says, reaching out his arms to pull Billy out. Billy nodded and carefully crawled from the front seat, avoiding the shift gear or anything really! Not wanting to trigger the bomb. As he reached the backseat, the timer of the bomb went on again. 

“Shit!” Billy screamed, hastily scrambling out of the car. He lets his sister and Hass pull him out taking his arms. “Get me out of here!” He screamed as they all grunted, pulling him out of the car. Billy landed on the ground with a thud and the team ran from the car as the timer counted down from five.

“Fuck, ma ankle!” Billy winced as he rubbed his ankle that got twisted after he got out from the car to the ground. 

Four…

“Billy!” Lana screamed from afar. 

Three…

“Shit shit shit shit.”

Two…

Billy tried to walk as fast as he could, away from the car. 

One. 

-

Billy didn’t explode in the car, but his ankle got twisted and his leg was burned from the sparks of the explosion. Laying down on the hospital bed after consulting with medical staff in the ER, Lana accompanied him throughout the day. Not leaving his side. Even his parents came to check up on him. His mum was crying, thinking that he died or something. It made his heart warm by the fact that he had a second chance with his family. His dad hugged him for the first time in years which was also surprising. But, he liked that surprise. 

“Miss, you’re not supposed to go in there-,” he heard one of the nurses said from outside. What kind of commotion is happeni-.

And there she was. 

Panting like as if she was just running a marathon, she stood there by the ER doorway. Then she saw him. “Billy!” she sighs in relief before instantly running to him. Billy couldn’t believe it as they both embraced each other. She hugs his head close to her chest, her heart beating rapidly. 

“H-how did you-,”

“--Lana called me,” she says with a relieved smile, running her delicate fingers through his hair. Billy turns to look at Lana and saw Lana sipping her coffee with a mischievous smile that says; ‘Thank me later’ all over her face. He gave his sister a nod before turning back up to her. 

“Are you okay?” She aks, concerningly. “Never better, love.”

He was done with being afraid. Done being a coward. 

In her embrace, he pecks her lips. 

Even though she was quite surprised, he earned nothing but a smile from his sweetheart. 

“I’d say yes, y’know?”

“About what?”

“If you still want to marry me.” 

Billy smiles to her. Guess he gotta save up then.

A/N: I SWEARRRR this fic took me so long to complete cuz it’s so overwhelming to write especially the Cranstead Fields scene- I had to go back and forth on youtube to keep the dialogues and description right꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱. But anw, thank you so much for reading until the end! I hope you guys enjoyed it and I still had so much fun writing this fic. I hope this fic makes sense, cuz I really wanted to keep it as accurate as possible with ‘Trigger Point’ in the first place(゜▽゜;). I’m up for requests for any Ewan characters and if you want me to write something in the future or you have ANY fic ideas, don’t hesitate to hmu! My inbox is open :D THANK YOUU!!! 

P.S, I would like to give a little shoutout to @/targaryenrealnessdarling and the Cranstead Fields scene was also inspired by their Billy Washington series fic called “It’s Who We Have” so please check their blog as well they wrote so many amazing fics. 

That’s all! Love, Alice!ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

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"Mɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ Esᴛᴀᴛᴇs" - Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Divders (In each Chapter) by @firefly-graphics & @cafekitsune

Hello! This is the Masterlist page for my 17-part Ewanverse Series titled: Mitchell Apartments! This series includes 11 of Ewan's most prominent characters and does take place in the modern world!

Summary: You manage to finally get an apartment, the rent isn't cheap and you know you'll have to overwork yourself to afford it but you have no other choice. You can't go home and you can't afford to go anywhere else. It's quiet and lonely in the beginning but you soon make some connections with the other tenants, and you manage to get yourself into some trouble too.

Can you survive living in this new area? Or will you be packing up and moving before the year's up? What could go wrong? They just want to be friendly.

Fandom(s): House of The Dragon, Salad Days, Grantchester, The Halycon, Fire, World on Fire, Saltburn, The Las Kingdom, Trigger Point, High Life, and Doctors

Warnings: These fics will include dubcon, manipulation, & violence More specific warnings will be added to individual chapters! 18+ only fic!

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Chapter 1: "Moving In"

Chapter 2: "Bitter" (Will x Reader)

Chapter 3: "Babysitter" (03/16)

Chapter 4: "Gentle" (Jack x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 5: "Confident" (Billy Washington x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 6: "Trouble in Paradise" (TBD)

Chapter 7: "Filthy" (Abraham x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 8: "Good Boy" (Osferth x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 9: "New Beginning" (TBD)

Chapter 10: "Date Night" (Tom Bennett x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 11: "Good Neighbor" (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 12: "Pop Quiz" (TBD)

Chapter 13: "Flustered" (Billy Taylor x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 14: "Nerd" (Micheal Gavey x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 15: "Laundry" (TBD)

Chapter 16: "Easy Money" (Genyen x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 17: "Rent" (Ettore x Reader) (TBD)

A/N: If not mentioned in chapters I wish to reiterate something. All characters that partake in any sexual content (even fluff) are 18+. No one is underage. If you as a reader are underage I beg of you to not read this! If I knew how to sniff you guys out and block you I would.

If you decide to not listen to me please understand you are responsible for your own consumption. No Parents should be attempting to get my account taken down because of your choices!

PLEASE READ: I would also like to say. These stories are not meant to be taken any specific way. I say this because I worry how people will react to her sleeping with ALL of her neighbors. This was honestly just for funsies and if I see any serious slut shaming comments you're getting blocked.

Honourable Mentions: @thought--bubble Jess is honestly the whole reason I started writing in the first place! Her Kitty Cat Series inspired me to write my own Ettore fic which has led me here today. Thank you Jess for feeding my delusions and being a source of inspiration!

MaximumWill (NSFW! LINKS) Patreon & Soundgasm You guys may think this is odd...but I gotta credit him. I do not believe he has Tumblr but I have linked to his patreon. He is an 18+ audio maker...(if you know what I mean 😏🍆) He is the inspiration for the Micheal Chapter with this audio & the inspiration for this ENTIRE series + the Ettore chapter with this audio. (Please do not judge me...Im already ashamed🫠🫣)

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Curl Into Me

Billy Washington x AFAB Reader

Summary: Billy looks after you during your period.

Content Tags: Fluff, Drabble, Language, Talk of Feminine/Reproductive Health, Suggestive Language, Talk of Period Sex

Notes: Guess what came early? 🩸🩸🩸

“Babe?” Billy kicked the door closed behind him with a trainered foot. “Babe? Took a while ‘cause they didn’t have any of those ones you wanted in Boots. Had to pop to Superdrug to get ‘em, then off to Sainsbury’s for supplies.”

Nothing.

“Babe?”

Shrugging of his jacket and kicking off his shoes, Billy padded through the small flat and into the lounge.

He’d left you there an hour ago, curled amongst the cushions watching some trash on the telly. A few scrunched up tissues remained, an empty packet of paracetamol and an unwrapped chocolate bar.

The open plan room was empty. He filled the kettle in the small kitchenette, placed a peppermint teabag in one mug and a Yorkshire tea in another, and made his way to the bedroom.

“Babe?”

He pushed the door open a little. Light was streaming into the room, the white sheets invitingly crumpled and glowing under the bright sun’s rays. Billy would never get over this room.

In the old flat, his bedroom was like a cardboard box. Dark, brown, damp, uninviting. Made simply for sleeping, clothes littered the floor along with empty glasses and dirty plates. Whether it was an old habit or the result of his trouble state of mind, Billy wasn’t sure, but he’d never drawn the curtains nor made the bed. Here it was different.

You bounded into his life like a whirligig, full of curiosity, patience and open-hearted joy. Spent endless nights in the pub listening to him pour his heart out. Tentatively invited him to back to your new flat, the one you’d since decorated together. Helped piece himself back together, along with the small home you’d made your own, with picture frames and matching mugs. Your record collection alongside his games.

The little flat was just as bright as that day you’d unpacked the final box. Sure, the bookshelf needed dusting and there were a few dirty mugs in the sink, but you’d get to those later. Together.

Billy looked around the room. At the pillows rearranged on the bed. The abandoned romance book on the duvet. The blanket hanging of the frame.

-I will but you a bottle of wine

And we’ll laugh and toast to nothing

And smash our empty glasses down

Let’s have a round for these freaks and these soldiers

A round for these friends of mine-

Shit. Joni could only mean one thing. Her voice crooned from the record player and, at the sniffle from the corner of the room, Billy found you.

You’d dragged a pillow from the bed, folding yourself around its lumpy shape on the floor. Your comfy jogging bottoms and been discarded, and the two hot water bottles you owned were pressed against your back and tummy.

Through the mess of uncombed hair, you looked up at Billy from your position on the floor.

“Did you get chocolate?” You croaked.

He laughed a little and held up the plastic bag of essentials. He couldn’t help it. Some sick part of him loved seeing you so weak and needy. At last, a chance for Billy to step up and look after you, just as you had always done for him.

“Get on the bed?”

“I don’t want to move,” your voice was a pathetic whinge of pain and tiredness.

“Alright,” Billy got down on the floor beside you. “Here,” he handed you a sharing bar of Dairy Milk and, with his back braced against the bedframe, pulled you back onto his chest.

You groaned as your muscles stretched. “Kettle’s on, I’ll refill your bottle in a minute.” Billy’s hands wound their way to your front and removed the hot water bottle there. The skin beneath your tatty tshirt was red raw and hot to touch. “You’ll burn yourself,”

“It’s the only thing that helps,”

“Let me,” In slow, tender semi-circles, Billy massaged your lower stomach.

God, he was good to you. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“Bath later, yeah?”

You could do nothing but nod. His hands rubbing your tender body, the chocolate, the heat from the hot water bottles. This was all you needed. If you could stay like that for the next, you would. Fuck, Billy would let you if you asked.

When you’d brought Billy home to meet your parents, they were nervous. You’d told them about his past; better to be transparent. Billy was best taken at face value. What you saw was what you got, and why complicate it by skirting over what had happened to him? Their worry had eased at once, however, when they saw how dedicated he was to you. How he made the effort to talk to each of them, interested in what they had to say. How he pressed his hand to your back and gazed at you, even when you weren’t talking to him. They couldn’t have chosen gentler soul for you.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you,”

He looked down at you, kissing your temple as he did so. “What for?”

“Going out and getting my stuff. Looking after me-”

“Jesus Christ, I’d be a prick if I didn’t-”

“I know,” you laughed at him. “But thank you.”

You sat there on the floor together, Billy rubbing circles into your stomach and back until Joni finished her singing and the record crackled on the deck.

“How you feeling?”

“Better, a little crampy, but better.” You sat up and turned to face him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“You know,” Billy smirked as he chased your lips and settled his hands on the skin of your hips. “I did a little reading about what else helps periods, you know.”

“Billy Washington, you angel.” You teased, kissing his neck tenderly.

“Mmm,” he rubbed your sides lazily. What was the rush? A day of cuddles and cups of tea was all either of you needed. “Rosemary tea is meant to help the cramps, stretching your legs too, for some reason. And erm,” he faltered as you kissed his collarbone. “Sex, apparently.”

You stopped your kisses and looked at him with a smirk. “Getting ideas?”

Billy blushed. “It doesn’t heart to try. Said orgasms can help relax the muscles, and make periods shorter.” He was rubbing his neck, trying not to let his ulterior motives show. He’d do anything for your comfort, but if it was nice for him too? Even better.

You were still staring at him. What if you thought he was disgusting?

“We don’t have to, you know, fuck or anything.” Jesus Christ, he felt like a teenager. “But, I can give you an orgasm, if it would help-”

You shushed him with a finger to his lips. “Don’t be so embarrassed.” He smiled lopsidedly. “Maybe later?”

Billy nodded. “No pressure, though.”

“I know,” you laughed and settled against his chest. “Rub my back again?”

He did so diligently, and you hummed. “I love you, Bill.”

His hands squeezed you gently against him, and you inhaled his scent of laundry detergent and cheap cologne.

“I love you too,”

Notes: Fluffy fluffy fluff fluff.

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Hello my darlings! As promised, I have created a little something to celebrate somehow getting to over 900 followers!

So as the poll told me, you lovelies would like fics in celebration and after a little deliberation I have had an idea. Specifically for the celebration, I'll be opening requests for a specific list of characters.

The plan is, send me a character from the list with one or a combination of the emojis below to tell me what kind of fic you would like. Like a normal request, include any details that you would want included. Details under the cut!

💖 fluff (anything from platonic to romantic fluffy situations)

💦 smut (anything from soft smut to darker smut including kink)

🗡 angst (anything from milder angst to darker storylines)

🎵 song inspired (the song title as well as the fic style emoji)

If there is a character not listed but you want to know if I would write them, feel free to still send the ask in!

Characters:

Milestone Celebration:

Characters

House of the Dragon:

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

Cregan Stark

Gwayne Hightower

Jacaerys Velaryon

Daemon Targaryen

Harwin Strong

The Last Kingdom

Osferth

Sihtric

Uhtred

Finan

Dune

Paul Atreides

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Marvel

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Other Verses (Ewan Mitchell, Tom Glynn-Carney, Arnas Fedaravičius, Austin Butler)

Loki

Masema Dagar

Tom Bennett

Ettore

Billy Taylor

Billy Washington

Martin (In The Modern World)

Michael Gavey

Gaius Octavius (Domina)

Malachy Granger (The Jetty)

Benny Cross (The Bikeriders)

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𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 . . .

smut, smut and fluff, gore & violence, darker subject matters, porn with plot, porn without plot, female reader, afab reader, dubious consent, somnophilia, size differences, choking, breeding kink, pet names, experienced reader, inexperienced reader, dom/sub dynamics, predator/prey, capture/captive, bondage, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, monsterfucking, legal age gaps, bloodplay, knifeplay, threesomes, poly!relationships, voyeurism, etc . . .

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 . . .

non-con, pregnancy, necrophilia, only fluff, only slice-of-life, male reader, original characters, incest, age play, little play, watersports, sexual abuse, self-harm, domestic abuse, racism, homophobia, any harmful kinks/fetishes.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒.

❛ ━━━━━━━━ ❁ ━━━━━━━━━ ❜

𝟎𝟎𝟎. 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒.

michael myers ( 2018 )

michael myers ( rz!version )

corey cunningham

the lost boys + michael emerson

thomas b. hewitt ( tcm remake )

brahms heelshire

jason voorhees

bo sinclair

vincent sinclair

lester sinclair

billy loomis

stu macher

mickey altieri

richie kirsch

amber freeman

ethan landry

albert shaw / the grabber

eric newlon / john carver

dominic craven

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.

jim hopper

001 / henry creel

eddie munson

steve harrington

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋.

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

lucifer

gabriel

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.

alcina dimitrescu — (resident evil)

karl heisenberg — (resident evil)

salvatore moreau — (resident evil)

leon kennedy — (resident evil)

eddie gluskin — (outlast)

miles upshur / the walrider — (outlast)

chris walker — (outlast)

joshua washington — (until dawn)

joel miller — (the last of us + show)

tommy miller — (the last of us + show)

𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒.

arvin eugene russell — (the devil all the time)

eric draven — (the crow)

v — (v for vendetta)

hellboy — (hellboy films)

prince nuada — (hellboy films)

jackson rippner — (red eye)

jonathan crane / scarecrow — (nolanverse)

dani ardor — (midsommar)

father paul hill — (midnight mass)

tiffany valentine — (chucky)

william afton — (fnaf movie)

michael schmidt — (fnaf movie)

rick grimes — (the walking dead)

𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

rasvan benedikte eleazar / count dracula — (coming soon!)

joaquin jackson — (coming soon!)

ghostface oc — (coming soon!)

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Hypothetically Real Future (Billy Russo x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I was supposed to post this a few days ago, but after being over-productive at work to account for taking few days off, I was too exhausted to edit and post. But here it is! The whole idea was inspired by listen to the Jackie and Ryan soundtrack and hearing Ben Barnes sing. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Billy comes to surprise you on a Friday afternoon, but when he has plans to whisk you away for the weekend, you let him in on your babysitting plans for a friend.

Warnings: Fluff (established relationship, Billy being very sweet and the secret softie he is, Billy having pet names for reader), angst (reader and Billy want some different things, but they haven't talked about it, talk about family/Billy's past)

Other Characters: OFC

Word Count: 2,908

“Hey, doll face,” Billy smiles as he leans against the doorframe to your office. 

“Billy,” you smile as you swivel toward him. Getting up, you maneuver around your desk and move to hug him. Before you can wrap him in a tight embrace, he whips out a bouquet in the space between the two of you. You giggle as the petals of the flowers tickle your nose and hide the lower half of his face, prompting Billy to playfully wiggle his eyebrows. You happily take the bouquet from his hands before leaning in for a sweet kiss. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“Figured I could spring you a bit early from his place,” he hums as he rests a hand on your waist and kisses your neck. “It’s a Friday afternoon in the middle of the summer. Nothing important is getting done, and you know it.”

“You have a fair point.”

“Then let’s get going, sweetheart. I can call in a favor, and we can have a very nice, very sexy weekend in the Hamptons.”

You let out a sigh, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “I'd love that, but I can’t, though.”

“But you just said nothing was going on. Perfect excuse to leave early.”

“I’m watching my friend’s baby this weekend. Her and her husband have to go to his grandma’s funeral in Washington state, and she doesn’t feel comfortable bringing Colin on a plane. I need to grab my weekend bag before I go over to their place. Sorry it puts a wrench in your very sexy Hamptons plans.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s great that you’re doing that for them. I know if I had a baby, I wouldn’t trust them with anyone else but you.”

“Thanks,” you smile. 

“Maybe I could swing over with dinner one night. Keep you company.”

“If you keep doing things like that, Frank will tease you about going soft.”

“Yeah, that punk started to do that when we started to date.”

“Well, in that case, no need to prove him right. You’d never hear the end of it.” 

“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” he chuckles. “How about this: I bring you to your place, help you grab your things, kiss a bit, and I drop you off at their place. At least we can spend some more time together.”

You chuckle and lean in for another kiss, his hand firmly on the small of your back to hold you in the embrace. “Sounds nice, Russo.”

“Thanks, baby,” you smile as Billy pulls over in front of their house. 

“Any time, sweetheart,” he hums, kissing your cheek. “I’ll wait until you make it in.”

As you grab your things, you give Billy one more kiss and get out of the car, moving up the steps and knocking at the door. 

“(Y/N)!” your friend Anna says with a hug. “I can’t thank you enough for watching Colin this weekend.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I know how close Ronnie and his Nonna were. It’s the least I can do.”

“Is that Billy?” she asks, leaning to the side and waving to the car. 

“Yeah, he picked me up from work.”

“You know, he can stay the whole weekend. It’s not like you’re randy teenagers that are gonna have sex everywhere. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a two person team to deal with a two month old.”

“If you and Ronnie are sure—.”

“Of course! Just have him drive around the block, and he can take the spot we’re parked in once we leave.”

With another hug, you scurry down to the car.

“You okay, baby?” Billy asks. 

“Wanna help babysit this weekend? I’ve been given the thumbs up,” you smirk. 

“Oh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please? It’d be easier to watch Colin with another person there. Besides, two month olds aren’t the best conversationalists.”

Billy sighs. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but . . . I’m just not good with babies.”

Your heart sinks because you know he’s lying right to your face— you’ve heard the stories of how good he was when Lisa and Frank Jr. when they were babies. You’ve seen the pictures and how he seems so comfortable, so natural with them, so happy with them, but you don’t push it. 

“Okay,” you tell him. “I’ll text you.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Moving back to the front door of your friend’s house you turn back and give Billy a wave goodbye. 

“How about we find something to watch while the bottle warms, hm?” you say to Colin as he remains nice and snuggled in the wrap. “What are you in the mood for? Comedy? Period drama? Procedural? Reruns from the 70s and 80s? Channel surfing until we find something we like?” A little grunt that falls from his mouth. “Yeah, channel surfing is good. Sometimes you don’t know what hits the spot until you find it. Wise beyond your two months, my guy.”

When you hear the doorbell ring, your brows immediately scrunch in confusion. Moving over to the bay window, you carefully peer out from behind the curtains, smiling brightly when you see Billy’s lovely profile standing patiently on the stoop. 

“We’ve got a visitor, Col,” you coo, walking over to the door to open it. “Hey, Russo.” 

“It’s good practice to ask ‘Who is it?’ before opening the door,” he grins. 

“My apologies," you chuckle. "What exactly brings you here?”

“I saw the way your face fell when you said I wouldn’t stay,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Bill, listen—.”

“You really do have a terrible poker face, sweetheart.”

“If you don’t want to be here, I’m not gonna force you.”

“I really do wanna be here, baby. I wanna be here with you. Trust me. I also brought some late night snacks.” With a lopsided smirk, he lifts up a brown paper bag. “Crab rangoons, potstickers, General Tao’s chicken, lo mien—.”

“Snacks? That’s dinner—second dinner!” you giggle, stepping to the side and ushering him in with a jerk of your head. 

“Snacks, dinner, whatever,” he smirks. “Figured you’d need to keep your energy up. Sit down, get this little guy fed, and I’ll be right there.”

With a little smile, you move to the living room and adjust, tilting Colin just right to make feeding easiest for him. As he takes the nipple into his mouth, Billy sits down next to you with two plates that have a little bit of everything in it. 

“Open, sweetheart,” he hums gently, taking a bite of his egg roll before bringing yours to your lips. You smile before you bite down, humming in delight. 

“Thank you,” you chew as you finagle the remote in your free hand and flip through the channels. “As my knight in MSG armor, you get the honor of choosing what we watch.”

“Aw, you’re too kind, princess.”

Settling on reruns of Bob’s Burgers, Billy continues to feed you while Colin finishes his bottle and you burp him. The entire thing feels incredibly domestic, and you can’t help but imagine what it would be like in your shared house, taking care of a baby that’s half you and half Billy. But then you remember how Billy acted when you brought up him babysitting with you. If he had meant what he said, though, then why would he come back with food?

“You alright, babygirl?” Billy asks softly. 

“Hm? Yeah,” you nod. “I’m gonna go and give Colin a bath before I put him down. Would you mind terribly cleaning up?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Getting up, you hold Colin close as you ascend the staircase and gather everything he needs. You try to prolong the bath as much as you can, your mind racing as you try to analyze Billy’s behavior. Did he feel guilty? Is he trying to save face? Billy is hard to read normally, but this is a whole new branch of difficult you didn’t know was possible. What if it’s something to do with you? Are you the reason he’s acting weird? 

Your spiral is cut short when you hear the hardwood of the townhouse shift under his weight. 

“Don’t you think he has enough lotion on him?” Billy teases softly as he rests against the door frame. “Any more, he’ll slip right out of your arms.”

“That’s a worry that never crossed my mind before now,” you sigh, looking down at how Colin smiles at you. You listen to Billy walk over, pressing a kiss to your neck as a hand rests on your waist.

“I’ll be your back up guard. He won’t stand a chance if he tries to wriggle away.”

You let out a hum of a laugh as you wipe your hands clean before you move to put a onesie on him, carefully zipping it up before Billy follows you to Colin’s nursery. 

“Can you grab me one of the books?” you ask. 

“Any one in particular?”

“I know they have Madeline—I’m the one that gave it to them.”

“Isn’t that more of—?”

“More of a what, Russo?” you challenge softly with a raised eyebrow as you sit in the rocking chair. 

“Nothing,” he says with a shake of his head.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk. 

Taking the book from his hand, you open the book and start to read, gently rocking back and forth in the chair. Colin is quick to fall asleep, likely due to the bath, and Billy takes the book from your fingers carefully as you continue to rock him to make sure he’s out. You gingerly stand up and place him in his crib, tip-toeing out of the room with Billy. 

“How about you try to get some rest?” Billy whispers, kissing your cheek. “I’ll stay up a bit longer, keep an ear out for him.”

“Bill, I—.”

“Isn’t there a saying about sleeping when the baby sleeps? At least one of us should heed the advice.”

You stop in the hallway and turn around, cradling his face in your hands, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Billy,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

Billy gives you one more kiss before gently rubbing your arms, up and down. “Sleep well, princess.”

Just as quickly as you settle in and fall asleep, you get stirred awake when you her tiny little cries make their way over the baby monitor. Sitting up in bed, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and turn your attention to he nightstand where the device rests. 

“Hey, buddy,” you hear Billy say over the monitor. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, bud, you’re safe. I’m here for you.” You listen to him let out a soft sigh as he bends over to pick Colin up, undoubtedly trying to rock him back to sleep. “No need to cry,” he hushes. After a few moments, you listen to him start singing, his voice soft, calming, and down right beautiful. It’s so unexpected, you sit in the bed, frozen in surprise as you listen. Slowly, Colin starts to calm down as Billy keeps on singing. You can’t help but smile, and you slip out of the covers and quietly pad over to the nursery, resting against the doorframe as you listen to Billy finish the song, carefully putting a sleeping Colin back down in his crib. 

“I hoped that you wouldn’t get woken up,” he says gently as he turns around and approaches you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you say with a soft smile. “I heard it over the monitor.”

“Oh,” he says as his cheeks flush pink.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.”

He shuffles over to where you stand, wrapping an arm around you, pressing a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs as you move to the living room. “You’ve been a bit off all night.”

“It’s nothing, Bill, I promise.”

He kisses your forehead, tucking wisps of hair behind your ear. “You know you can tell me anything. What’s going on?”

His voice is so gentle and his chocolate eyes stare at you like a needy puppy.

“You’re so good with him,” you tell him. “I’ve heard the stories from Frank—I’ve seen the pictures . . . I don’t know. I’m just overthinking it Billy, really, I—.”

“No, no, c’mon. Keep talking to me. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

You let out a breath as you sit on the sofa and pick up one of Colin’s stuffies. “Is it because Anna and Ronnie are my friends and not yours? I know you’re not as close with them as you are with Frank, but I didn’t think that’s be a deterrent for babysitting. I mean, it should be easier to—.”

“Is that what you think this is about?”

Your heart jumps in your throat before rocketing to the bottom of your stomach. “I told you I was overthinking, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—.”

“Can I be honest with you, sweetheart?” 

You nod, and Billy adjusts before he leans forward to gently take your hands in his. “I didn’t want to come because I didn’t want to see you with a baby.”

Your eyebrows pull together as a small frown pulls on your lips. “I . . . I’m not following.”

He sighs and sits down carefully on the ottoman. “I knew that if I saw you with Colin all weekend, I’d want to have a baby with you.”

You look at him, desperately trying to read all the emotions on his face. “Is . . . Would that be the worst thing?”

He lets out a breath as he looks down at the floor, almost like he’s ashamed to look at you. “I never knew my dad. I don’t have a relationship with my mom. I’m screwed up enough. I don’t want to screw up another human being.”

“I guess we never really talked about anything that far ahead.”

“No,” he says quietly. “We haven’t.”

Leaning forward, you kiss his forehead, running your fingers through his hair and cradling his face.

“When my brother found out he was gonna be a dad, he was worried about a million things—how he was gonna screw up, if his kids were gonna be assholes, if he would be enough. And my dad told him that because he was worrying about all these things when he didn’t even know the sex of the baby, he was gonna be just fine. All those things showed how much he cared.” From down the hall, you can hear how Colin starts to fuss, and you lean back from his touch, pulling your hands from his as you throw your hair into a pony tail, but not before you lean forward to kiss his temple, running your fingers through his hair. “For what it’s worth,” you say softly, “I think you’d be a great father, Billy.” 

“Sweetheart—.”

“Get some rest, Billy. You’ve been up since four this morning and you watched Colin while I slept.”

Moving from him before he can protest more, you go to Colin’s nursery as you hold him, letting a tear roll down your cheek while you console him. It’s not long until he calms down, his tiny fingers curling into your shirt to hold onto you tight. You have to carefully pry his little fingers open so you can put him down, slowly as to not wake him back up.

“He all good now?” Billy asks as you slide back under the blankets. 

“Out like a light,” you tell him, pecking a kiss to his lips. “Just needed a new diaper and some cuddles.”

Turning on the mattress, Billy wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. 

“You’re the only person that I’d want to have a baby with,” he whispers. “I’m not ready, but . . . I hope you’d still want to have a baby with me. Some day.”

His words hit you in a spot you didn’t know about, and you just snuggle down onto him. “I do,” you whisper. “I just . . . We have some things to talk about.”

There’s a thick silence in the bedroom, but the way that Billy rolls you over and presses a pillow-soft kiss to your lips, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping you secure in his arms, it tells you that he’s open to a future he never truly thought of—not in a way that mattered to him before.

“So . . .” you start softly. “Hypothetically . . . Potentially, would this ‘someday baby’ . . . Would it be after a hypothetical wedding? If that’s something you’d be interested in. Hypothetically.”

His silence, even though it is only a few seconds, it feels like forever, and it feels like you might have just ended your relationship while cuddled in his arms. 

“Hypothetically?” he murmurs. “No.”

Your heart absolutely drops, and you can feel the tears well immediately. 

“Realistically?” Billy continues. “Absolutely.”

Sitting up in bed and pulling out of his arms, you turn to face him and smack him. “Russo, you can’t do that!”

“Ow!” he says, rubbing the spot where you smacked him. “You’ll wake Colin!”

“I don’t care!”

“Okay, I realize that wasn’t the smartest way to say things, but . . . I love you, sweetheart, I do. And after we talk things over, like really talk them over, make some pictures clearer . . . Yeah, it’s in our future. Our real future.”

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The British Connection - ch. 10

Summary: Grace Mallory makes a reluctant Billy Butcher and The Boys team up with an MI6 operative sent over from London to track down a dangerous supe killing people on both sides of the pond. Billy is being his usual arsehole self but maybe opposites attract?

It's 14 chapters and complete and 'll be posting a new chapter every day

Warnings: canon typical violence, smut, fluff, Butcher being his usual grumpy and unreasonable self, nasty supes, guns etc.

By the time Butcher pulled up outside his flat it’s three am. He’d been keeping an eye on Eve sleeping in the passenger seat but her breathing had been calm and even so he didn’t bother waking her up to check on her head. Now he put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle shake. 

“C’mon, wake up now, we’re back.” 

Eve blinked a few times and looked around, giving a big yawn. “Already?” she mumbled, straightened up. 

“C’mon,” Butcher said, “you’re kipping at my place tonight. MM said to keep an eye on you for the next twelve hours.”

Eve’s head was throbbing and she winced as she sat up, “Are you sure? I think I’ll be fine at my place.” 

“Ye, and that look on your face says otherwise,” Butcher had come round to the passenger side and helped her out of the car. “Plus I’m bloody knackered and I’m not driving any more tonight.” 

Butcher’s place was what Eve had expected, bare bones and strictly utilitarian. A bed with no legs was on the floor in a corner and he directed her to it and went for the sofa himself despite her protests. 

“C’mon, Billy, you don’t even fit on the sofa. I’ll take it.” 

“Just get on the bloody bed, I’m knackered enough to sleep on the floor.” He grabbed a pillow off the bed and sat down on the sofa. 

“Billy, the bed is big enough for both of us, you won’t get MI6 cooties from me. I promise I’ll stay on my side.” Eve scooted herself up against the wall and rolled herself over, closing her eyes. 

Butcher hesitated for a few seconds, Eve was already falling back to sleep and he noticed that she was still wearing his coat, wrapped around her with the long sleeves tucked up under her chin. With a sigh he moved the pillow back to the bed and got on to it, kicking off his boots. 

It took Eve a few moments to remember where she was when she woke up the next morning. Opening her eyes she saw Butcher on his stomach next to her, using his arms as a pillow, still sound asleep. She remembered falling asleep in his coat last night, or early this morning rather, and now she was underneath the duvet, his coat hanging over the sofa in the corner. He must’ve taken it off her at some point and pulled the covers over her instead. She smiled at the small gesture of making sure she was comfortable. Seeing Butcher’s softer side was rare but she felt like he’d dropped his guard with her a bit yesterday during their trip to Washington D.C. despite his anger at keeping secrets from him. 

Eve watched him sleep for a little while, he looked younger and calmer sleeping, the change in his face was striking. Suddenly she felt a rush of affection for him, almost reaching out to touch his unruly hair, but she stopped herself. Instead she pushed herself off the bed and looked around for the bathroom. 

When she came back to the room Butcher had woken up and was sitting on the bed, rubbing his big hands over his face. 

“Morning,” she said, pushing her fingers through her hair, trying to tame her bed hair. 

“Morning,” Butcher replied, his voice still rough from sleep. “How’s the head?” 

“Not too bad, the bump is sore but no headache.” 

“Alright, you’re probably out of the woods but MM will check you over when we get to the office.” Butcher stood up and picked up his coat. 

Eve pulled on her boots and looked over at Butcher as he did the same. 

“Butcher…” she began, uncertain about how to phrase her words. “I know I kept things from you about my background and maybe I should’ve told you.” 

Butcher looked up at her, his face unreadable. 

“I’ve just…I’ve been in this line of work for too many years maybe, and holding my cards close to my chest is second nature.” Eve sighed and pushed her fingers through her hair. “Even when maybe I should trust someone.”

“You’re alright, luv, I’m not exactly known for being an open book,” Butcher muttered, tying his boots in his usually untidy fashion. 

“I guess I just wanted to say thank you for looking out for me yesterday, you didn’t have to, letting me sleep at your place, in your bed, stealing your duvet and all.” Eve smiled at him and he gave her a crooked smile back and she suddenly realised he had dimples in his cheeks. 

“Couldn’t let you sleep in me coat, now could I?” Butcher said and pulled the coat over his shoulders, shrugged into it, but he’s still smiling at her. 

He’d been watching her sleep last night, checking her breathing, while he gently tugged his coat off her, replacing it with the duvet. She’d mumbled in her sleep, nightmares making her eyes screw up and low whimpers escape. He didn’t tell her now, but he’d laid down next to her, put his arm over her side and gently stroked her hand until she settled again. Her body had been warm against his and it had reminded him painfully of better days.

Now he shook the memory away with brusk action.

“Right, let's get to the office then,” he said and grabbed his car keys off the table. 

“Please, breakfast on the way, I’m starving,” Eve replied, her stomach rumbling. 

“Ye, let's grab something on the way. 

When Butcher and Eve arrived at the office with breakfast, the rest of the team was already in place. As they walked through the door MM stood up from his computer and came over Eve. 

“Let me see your head. Butcher said you got a nasty bump yesterday.”

“Ye, things didn’t exactly go smoothly,” Eve sighed, showing MM the contusion on her forehead. 

“Any headaches, nausea?” MM asked as he lightly prodded around the bruise forming. 

“No, not today. Headaches last night as we drove back, but I slept through the night without any problems once we got back to Butcher’s place.” 

MM raised an eyebrow at this, “You stayed at Butcher’s place?”

“I take it this isn’t a common occurrence” Eve said, glancing over at Butcher who was talking to Hughie, both of them hanging over his laptop. 

“I’ve known the dude for 7-8 years, I’ve never been to his place.” MM bent down slightly so that he could look into Eve’s eyes, “Follow my finger with your eyes without moving your head.” 

“He hated your guts yesterday morning but last night you slept at his place, that’s a sharp 180 even for Butcher. You must’ve impressed him in D.C.”

“Did he tell you what happened? I’m not sure “impressed” is the right word,” Eve said.

“Yeah, he called when you got back to the city, I think you were still sleeping. He said you got both of you in without a hitch and it was just bad luck the supe turned up. I think he was worried he’d hit you too hard on the head. Tell me if you feel any pain.” 

MM ran his fingers down the back of her neck, where her spine met the base of the skull, pressing into each vertebrae. “You’re good, no signs of a concussion.” 

“Thanks”, Eve said as Butcher and Hughie came over.

“Any luck with the security cameras at the hospital, MM?” Butcher asked.

“Yeah, pretty successful. I got a clear shot of the supe and I managed to wipe the footage of you two as well. I think I got to it before hospital security reviewed it.” 

“Nice one, MM,” Butcher grinned. “Hopefully that’ll slow them down.” 

“We’ve got an ID search running, should have a result soon,” Hughie pitched in. 

Eve grabbed the bags of breakfast and put them down on the coffee table by the sofa where Kimiko was already sitting. 

“Coffee?” she asked her and when Kimiko nodded she handed her a paper mug. “We got breakfast for everyone, not sure what you guys might like though so there’s a bit of everything, bagels, muffins, some fruit, help yourself.” 

Eve grabbed a bagel for herself while Kimiko went through the bags and found a breakfast muffin. Butcher made his way over and grabbed a bagel too, sitting down on a chair next to the sofa. Hughie, MM and Frenchie joined too and soon everybody was tucking into the food.. 

“So,” Butcher brushed some crumbs from his hands, “we need a plan of attack once that ID check is done and we know what cunt we’re dealing with. He’s extremely dangerous, seeing as he can control people by just looking at them.” 

“Mademoiselle Edwards,” Frenchie looked over at Eve, “MM said you were controlled by the supe last night, is there any way of fighting his control?”

“No, not that I know. I remember talking to the driver in the hospital bed. The next thing I know I wake up in the back of Butcher’s car with no memory of how I got there.” 

Eve looked over at Butcher. “We need to be extremely careful. All of us are deadly under ordinary circumstances, with a supe controlling us we can wreck serious damage on those around us.”

“I agree,” MM said, nodding his head. “Once we know who this dude is we need to exercise extreme caution. If the search throws up an address I suggest we set up surveillance to see if we can get to him when he’s off guard.”

“Yes, I was thinking the same,” Eve replied. “Even if he’s a supe, he’s got to sleep sometime right? Maybe that’s our chance.” 

“Depends on where he’s sleepin’,” Butcher said, “but I agree. Surveillance first, hopefully we can find a way to get to ‘im.” 

He grabbed a breakfast muffin from one of the bags, catching Eve’s eye as she peeled a banana and he pointedly bit into his muffin. She stifled a giggle that made MM look from her to Butcher and back again. 

“The van is ready to go, we just need to check we have the right equipment,” Hughie said. “Once we know what we’re dealing with I’ll get it in order.” 

“Did you get any information from the surveillance tapes Mallory sent over yesterday?” Butcher asked MM. 

“Nothing more than we already knew, same m.o., no clear shot of his face and no obvious motive.”

Hughie’s computer pinged behind them and they all looked over. 

“The search is done, seems it’s thrown up something.” MM pushed himself up from the and went  to check. “Yeah, come on over, this is it, we got him.”  

The team gathered around the laptop and looked down at the images on the screen. 

“That’s the fucker alright,” Butcher growled, “Daniel McKay, born in Worcester, Massachusetts, dual US and UK citizenship, current address; Franklin Way, Croydon, UK.”

MM tapped deeper into the records and more information flooded onto the screen, including the scan of McKay’s UK passport and his entry date into the US. 

“Any info on where he’s staying now?” Eve asked MM. “If he’s staying under his UK passport he’d have to give it to any hotel.”

“Not yet, he might be staying with friends or family, or he checked in to a place that lets you stay anonymously,” he replied. 

“Let me check what I can find on him through MI6,” Eve pulled out her own laptop and set it up at Butcher’s desk, logged in and connected to Vauxhall. 

Butcher came over and leaned over her, one hand on the back of the chair, the other on the desk. She was suddenly very aware of how close he was, his hand on the chair brushed up against her back, and his body heat radiated over her as he leaned in closer over her laptop. 

Her fingers fumbled as she typed in the supes name and passport number, Butcher’s close presence was suddenly slightly nerve wracking. As he leaned closer to scan the information that filled the screen his forearm pressed against her shoulder and his scent filled her nose. The heavy fabric of his coat had its own smell and it lingered on his shirt, underneath it he smelled of warm skin and fresh sweat and something else that tugged at her memory. 

Her search brought up McKay’s credit card records and it seemed like he wasn’t too worried about hiding, or didn’t think that anyone knew who he was. There were charges from all over NYC and Washington D.C.

“He’s not hiding himself,” she looked up at Butcher who was still leaning over her. 

“No, he probably thinks he’s safe since he could enter the US without any issues. His passport wasn’t flagged.”

“I’ve been trying to figure out why he’s doing this, what’s his agenda? Is he connected to Vought in any way?” 

“No,” Butcher muttered, deep in thought, “If ‘e was with them he’d been picked up already. Vought doesn’t like unsupervised supes going around killin’ people. Bad for business.” 

Butcher leaned closer and tapped at the screen. “Here, this ATM is next door to a cheap, flea ridden apartment hotel down in Hunts Point. The kinda place that doesn’t deal with credit cards, cash only. Bet ya he’s staying there and took out cash at the ATM to pay for it.” His brow knotted in thought, “We’ll need to bring some firepower with us just to do surveillance.” 

Eve suddenly realised what Butcher’s scent was, she inhaled deeply and laughed. “Gun cleaning solvent, that’s what you smell like!”

“What?” Butcher raised his eyebrows in a confused look as Eve took hold of his shirt sleeve and sniffed it. 

“Hoppe’s number 9 gun cleaning solvent,” She laughed again, “It’s been driving me crazy ever since last night in the car.” 

“I think you’re still feeling the effects of that bump, luv,” Butcher chuckled at her but the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at her and she felt her breath catch in her throat. He was still leaning close over her and the laptop, shielded from view from the others. Suddenly he lifted his hand from the desk and took a gentle hold of her jaw, letting his thumb run over her bottom lip. His eyes moved down to her mouth and she saw him dart his tongue over his own, before their eyes met again. He held her jaw for another second before he dropped his hand to the desk as Eve let go of his shirt sleeve. She could feel her heart beat hard in her chest and the touch of his thumb was still lingering. 

Butcher stood up straight and looked over to the rest of the team who were all still huddled around MM’s computer. 

“MM,” he barked and they all looked up. “McKay is down in Hunts Point, at The View Point Apartment Hotel.”

“Alright, how you wanna play it?” MM replied.

“You and Hughie take the van down there and check it out, I’ll meet you there. We’ll see what we need and then you two take the first shift. Edwards and I’ll take the second shift this evening.”

Butcher was all brusk action as he walked away from Eve, starting to gather gear from various locations around the office. 

Eve had her eyes on her laptop, still scanning the information provided by MI6, but her stomach was full of butterflies. The thought of spending hours in a van with Butcher was suddenly both exciting and nerve wracking. 

“We’ve got to keep it professional, I can’t let the man’s damn swagger get me distracted,” she though to herself. But in a back corner of her mind she indulged in a small fantasy of what it would feel like if he’d followed up his touch with a kiss. She shook her head, pushing any thoughts of Butcher’s lips out of her mind and focused back on the screen in front of her. 

“Edwards, you’re with me,” Butcher called at her from across the room and she looked up. “I’ll get you back to your place, c’mon.”

“You don’t need me now?” she asked as she looked over at him. Butcher’s face caught her eye and she could’ve sworn she saw his mouth curve in a mischievous grin for a second but he dropped his head and continued looking through a box on the floor. 

“No, get some rest and I’ll pick you up tonight. If anything happens before then I’ll ring ya.”

Back down at the street they got in Butcher’s car and he pulled out in traffic, heading towards her flat. Eve knew she wasn’t imagining the tension between them. Something had shifted when he touched her and now they were alone in the car with it unspoken between them. 

“So, gun cleaning solvent, huh?” Butcher suddenly chuckled. “Didn’t realise that was such a turn on for ya.” 

“Who said I was turned on by it?” Eve raised her eyebrows at Butcher who kept his eyes on the traffic. 

“You’re the one who wanted me to sleep in the same bed as you last night, darlin’,” he reminded her with another chuckle. 

“Only so you wouldn’t have to bend yourself in double to fit on the sofa, Butcher.” 

“I don’t know, you were getting kinda cosy in my coat there,” he threw her a mischievous grin.

“You offered it to me, remember? Maybe you’re the one turned on by seeing a woman in your coat.” 

They’d come to a stop at a red light and Butcher turned to her. His look gave her a fresh flock of butterflies and she mentally slapped herself. 

“Maybe it did turn me on, but the question is, what am I gonna do about it?” He hooked his arm around the passenger seat and leaned close to her, the air in the car was suddenly very thick. Eve couldn’t help herself, her eyes flicked down to his lips and then up at his eyes again and the corner of Butcher’s mouth twitched upwards but he didn’t move as they looked at each other.  

The car behind them honked as the light turned green and the moment broke as Butcher turned back to the steering wheel. 

“You know” he started, “for an MI6 operative, you’re not very good at hiding your emotions.” He was grinning again, clearly enjoying ribbing her about the effect he had on her. 

“What emotions?” Eve said, keeping her voice neutral, “You’re the one who touched my lips back at the office, you’re the one going all emotional on me here.” If he was going to keep this up she wasn’t going to let him forget that he’d made the first move. 

“Only after you got me all riled up with your talk of gun cleaning solution,” he chuckled. 

“I knew that was a turn on for you, Butcher,” Eve laughed, lightly slapping the side of his thigh.  

“And you’re the one sniffin’ my shirt an’ all,” he reminded her as he grabbed her hand and put it back on his thigh, his hand staying on top of hers. Eve caught herself wishing the traffic lights ahead of them would turn red but they stayed green and Butcher kept driving. 

“Now you’re definitely flirting, Butcher,” she said as the warmth from his thigh made her palm tingle. She could feel the muscle under the jeans shift as he took his foot off the accelerator. 

“Are you enjoying it?” he asked, throwing her a sideways glance as the traffic slowed down. 

“Maybe,” she replied and he looked at her again with a smirk that said otherwise. “Yes, ok, fine, I’m enjoying it,” she relented and his smirk grew wider. “But we’re tracking a seriously dangerous supe, I’m trying to be professional and stay safe.” 

“Then why is your hand still on my thigh?”

“Because you’re holding on to it, Butcher.” 

“I’m only holding it so you don’t move it higher, my self-control is not that strong, darlin’.” This time he gave her a big mischievous grin. 

Eve rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away from his leg, “Seriously, Butcher, you’re such a tease.” 

He laughed at that and she could see his dimples under his black beard. “I love teasing you, luv, you’re gorgeous when you scowl at me. Even when you’re holding a knife to me throat.” 

“I should’ve brought a bigger knife,” she grumbled but he could see the smile in her eyes. 

They reached her building and Butcher pulled over to the curb and turned to her as he put the car in park. 

“Alright, back to business then,” he said, turning to Eve. “I’m gonna make sure everythin’ is set up in Hunts Point and I’ll give you a ring before I pick you up tonight. If anything happens before then I’ll let you know so be ready to leave if I need ya.” At the last words he smirked and Eve sighed and shook her head as she opened the door to the car.  

“I’ll see you later, Butcher.”

“Later, gorgeous.” 

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Billy Washington (Trigger Point)

Headers & Dividers by: @arcielee

Its Ok to Hurt Me I'm Not Worth Much (Billy X Store Clerk)💞💫

It's a Rerun, But a Damn Good One (Billy X Ex Girlfriend)😈💫

A Beautiful Gift (Bily X Girlfriend Reader) 💫💞

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It's Who We Have | Series Masterlist

COMPLETE

Billy Washington x Childhood Bestftriend!Female Character

Summary: When Billy's best friend comes back to London when he's at his lowest, he slowly learns that it's not what you have, but who you have.

General Taglist | Billy Washington Taglist

General Warnings: eventual smut, angst, toxic relationships, mentions of terrorism

Playlist for Vibes | Moodboards

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

moodboard by @lynnbeth5172 🥰

Taglist: @at-a-rax-ia @aemondsfavouritebastard

[arcielee]

You may have noticed, but I have been delving into my Canva pro and making ridiculous albeit nifty creations... but I want to write.

So...

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

What type(s) of fanfiction do you think each of the Ewan characters would enjoy reading most? Like, their most commonly enjoyed tags and TWs and all that, hehe!

Oooohhh, fun!

Abraham - just straight up smut. More likely to read if the warnings feature "creampie".

Aemond - enemies to lovers, slow burn with lots of angst. More likely to read if there's a major character death.

Billy Taylor - fluff fics

Billy Washington - hurt/comfort

Ettore - anything with a "dead dove; do not eat" warning

Genyen - smut with lots of kink tags

Michael - trawling AO3 for the Carol Vorderman fics. Gets annoyed when there aren't any and writes his own. 10,000 words about how she gets a mathematical question wrong and he has to teach her a lesson with his cock.

Osferth - slow burn romance with a happy ending

Tom Bennett - fics about hate fucking and straight up smut

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❖ 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 ⏤

— Billy Taylor (The Halcyon) x Sweetheart!Reader ❖ When Billy's former sweetheart gets caught up in the Blitz, a familiar face appears to accompany her to the other side. (angst, fluff?)

— Billy Washington (Trigger Point) x Girlfriend!Reader ❖ The couple spend a lazy day in bed. (smut)

❖ 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬 ⏤

AEGON II TARGARYEN (HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)

— Aegon II x Aemond's daughter!Reader ❖ Wifeless following the Dance of Dragons, the king sees potential in his niece. (smut)

AEMOND TARGARYEN (HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)

— Aemond x Wife!Reader ❖ Husband and wife enjoy a hot bath together. (smut)

— Aemond x Wife!Reader ❖ Aemond's pregnant wife approaches him with a suggestion from the midwives as to how to encourage the start of her labors. (smut)

— Aemond x Wife!Reader ❖ Aemond's wife longs to be a mother but is having difficulty conceiving a child. (angst, maybe smut?)

— Aemond x Wife!Reader ❖ Aemond and his pregnant wife attend the ill-fated family dinner. When tempers rise, she bears the brunt of his anger. (angst, smut?)

— Aemond x Daughter!Reader ❖ Aemond promised his daughter that he would take her riding atop Vhagar on her tenth nameday, a promise she will ensure he keeps. (fluff)

BILLY WASHINGTON (TRIGGER POINT)

— Billy x Girlfriend!Reader ❖ Following their breakup, something unexpected brings them back together. (angst, fluff)

MICHAEL GAVEY (SALTBURN)

— Michael Gavey x Crush!Reader [TWO-PART MINISERIES] ❖ After being paired with his crush on an English assignment, the two spend a moment alone in their classroom preparing to give their presentation. (smut)

— Michael Gavey x Classmate/Crush!Reader ❖ Michael overhears one of his classmates turn Felix down and it makes him think that she may not be like the others, after all. (smut?)

TOM BENNETT (WORLD ON FIRE)

— Tom x Neighbor!Reader ❖ Tom confesses his feelings to a neighbor before leaving Longsight to join the Navy. (angst, fluff, smut)

DAEMON TARGARYEN (HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)

— Modern Stepfather!Daemon x Stepdaughter!Reader ❖ Simmering forbidden desire culminates in a passionate poolside encounter. (smut) requested by anonymous.

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🌟Advent | Yuletide🌟

Billy Washington x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy Washington knocks on his neighbour's door with a case of the wobbles.

Content Warnings: Language, mentions of panic attacks, mild Trigger Point Spoiler, fluff, hurt, comfort.

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Billy hesitated outside the door. He stared at the small wreath attached to the knocker and glanced down the hallway. No-one else had one up.

With a shaking hand and shuddering breath, Billy wiped his eyes. His counsellor was encouraging him to reach out when he had what his mother called “a case of the wobbles”.

It had taken a while. The first time Billy felt his panic creeping in, his terror at picking up the phone and calling his sister had induced another attack. Once, while doing his weekly shop, someone dropped a large box from a top shelf of the supermarket and the noise made him dissolve into violent sobs. A kindly and plump woman in a Tesco uniform took him to the staff room, gave him a cuppa and a long cuddle.

“See,” the counsellor said when Billy told her of this episode. “I know it’s hard after everything that happened, but most people really are good people.”

So here he stood, in the corridor of his new block of flats, hand raised to knock on his neighbour’s door. He cleared his throat a few times, shook out his arms and shuffled his feet.

“Come on, Wash,” he murmured to himself, feeling another knot of nerves tighten in his stomach. Not giving his brain time to betray him, he rapped his knuckle of the door.

“Coming,” the voice on the other side of the door called brightly. The longer he waited, the quicker his heart hammered. Keeping down his lunch was becoming harder with every second that ticked by.

A door to his left opened. A little old lady stuck her head out her front door.

“Hiya,” Billy barely looked at her, focussing on his shoes instead. He didn’t want any more people than necessary to see his tears. “Merry Christmas.”

“Thought you was knocking for me,” she retreated inside with a muffled Merry Christmas of her own.

The door before him opened. Warm light bathed the cold corridor. So too, did the smell of freshly cooked food.

Billy took a step back and rubbed his neck. Still, he looked at the floor, eyes flicking up only when he said hello. You were smiling at him, waiting for to hear whatever he had knocked for.

“Merry Christmas,” you said. Catching sight of his watery eyes you stepped towards him slowly. “Everything ok?”

Billy swallowed hard. His wobbles always made it so hard to breathe, and as though reliving the memory, it felt like he could taste petrol fumes. “Yeah, um. I, erm-” A small, watery sob left him. “Fuck, sorry.”

“It’s ok,” you opened the door wider. “Do you want to come in?”

“Yes please.” He said quickly. Billy’s relief was instantaneous as he shuffled past you into the flat. Golden fairy lights were strung around the small lounge, and a Christmas tree that was far too large took up most of the space. Beside it, an old sofa was covered in blankets and on the telly, Jimmy Stewart’s face was paused. It’s a Wonderful Life, his mum’s favourite.

“Sit yourself down, kettle’s just boiled.”

“Ta, thanks.” He perched awkwardly on the sofa and grabbed a tissue from the box on the table. An undrunk cup of tea was sat beside a pile of books and abandoned Christmas wrapping.

“Milk and sugar?”

“Please, ta.”

Billy’s leg bobbed as he waited for his cup of tea, thinking over what to tell you.

“You don’t need to tell anyone why, Billy, just that you are having a panic attack and don’t want to be alone.”

The sofa dipped beside him. Silently, you handed him a cup of tea and placed a small bowl of steaming pasta on the table beside you both.

“Just made it, help yourself.” You nodded to the bowl. “Not very Christmassy but comforting, eh?”

“Yeah, cheers.”

Without saying anything else, you picked up the tv remote and pressed play.

“Oh, whadda ya mean? Nobody’s trying to steal anybody’s girl. Here, here’s, here’s Mary.”

Jimmy Stewart’s voice filled the little flat and Billy felt liked he’d stepped into another world. Had he had a panic attack? Here was a girl, opening her door to a stranger, giving him food and then pretending he didn’t exist. Frankly, his panic made way for worry about her survival instincts.

As if reading his mind, you spoke. “I get them too. Panic attacks.” Billy didn’t say anything, only looked at you over his cup of tea. You’d tucked your feet up on the sofa and snuggled down beneath the roll neck of your enormous, grey jumper. “Shit, aren’t they?”

Billy laughed awkwardly. “Yeah,”

“Don’t worry, though.” You tore your eyes away from the telly then. “We can just sit here.”

And sit there the two of you did. Right until George Bailey saw Clarence’s copy of Tom Sawyer and little Zuzu said, “each time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.”

Billy smiled as you whispered it in unison with the film.

“Thanks,” he said tentatively, finally broaching the subject of his panic attack himself. “That was just what I needed.”

“Anytime, Billy,” you said, placing your hand on his comfortingly. Billy stilled.

“H-how do you know my name?” Christ. He’d knocked on the door of the high-rise lunatic.

You smiled gently and raised your eyebrows at him, as though saying don’t be thick. “You were on the news, Billy.”

He mentally slapped himself. Of course she knew who he was.

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“I won’t ask about it, and you don’t have to say anything, not if you don’t want to. But you can always knock on the door.”

“Thanks mate,” Billy said with a watery smile. He hastily rubbed his eyes.

“Really,” you said with sincerity. “Anytime.”

With another gentle smile, Billy stood up from the sofa. He loomed over you, and so you stood too.

“I best be off,” he indicated to the door. “I’ve taken up enough of your evening-”

“Anytime, remember.”

“Likewise,” he said, remembering you were also prone to cases of the wobbles.

He bade you goodnight, smiling to himself when you waited in the doorway to see him off, even though it was only too steps across the hall.

“Oooh!” you exclaimed. “Hang on!”

You disappeared from the door, leaving it slightly ajar. Billy stood awkwardly with his hand on the doorhandle. When you reappeared, a little out of breath from dashing around the small flat, you handed him a little chocolate covered in golden foil.

“Mum sends me an Advent calendar every year, but I’ve pigged out enough today.”

Something in this tiny gesture on top of an evening that meant so much bowled Billy over. His worry at anyone seeing his panic dissolved as he did too, slumping onto your shoulder and bursting into tears.

“Ah, mate,” you rubbed his shoulder as this giant man clung onto you. “It’ll be a better year next year, yeah?”

“Myeah,” Billy sniffled, standing straight and rubbing his nose. He laughed in spite of himself and you giggled to. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Billy.”

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Hello, now that requests for this have closed, I thought I would give everyone a rundown of what/who has been requested so you know what to expect. I'm going to take my time and fill them so everyone gets the best quality for their request I can give!

List below the cut!

House of the Dragon:

Jacaerys Velaryon

- song fluff (Like Real People Do - Hozier)

Aegon Targaryen

- fluff + smut with wife reader

Cregan Stark

- fluff + angst with wife reader

- song smut (God Is A Woman - Ariana Grande)

Gwayne Hightower

- smut with handmaiden reader

- angst with Strong!Reader

Aemond Targaryen

- modern era fluff with OC!Lyanna Stark

The Last Kingdom

Sihtric Kjartansson

- soft romantic fluff (now a sequel to Viridity)

- angst + fluff (all character, no reader)

- fluff + smut with wife reader

- song modern smut (Joyride - Kesha) with OC!Sigyn

Osferth

- fluff + mild angst (dad!Osferth)

- fluff (dad!Osferth)

Dune

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

- fluff + smut (wife/lover reader)

- smut (rockstar Feyd x groupie reader)

Other Characters

Billy Washington

- song fluff (Last Man Standing - Livingstone)

Bucky Barnes

- song fluff (I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys) with wife reader

Masema Dagar

- fluff + angst with mild smut with Goddess Reader (Burn to Ash series)

Ettore

- smut with fellow survivor reader

Benny Cross

- fluff (dad!Benny and wife reader)