#billy butcher ౨ৎ

[born222late]

PRISCILLA. ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ she/her sapphic : 8teen ♡ latina & delusional ✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹ logan's girl ౨ৎ asks r open <3

ICONS & LOVERS .ᐟ ✦ . ⁺

taylor russell, lana del rey, kali uchis, lily rose depp, natalie portman, lizzie olsen, taylor swift, audrey hepburn, sabrina carpenter. logan howlett, steve rogers, spencer reid, joel miller, agatha harkness, peter parker, sam winchester, billy butcher, drew starkey.

FAVS ✦ . ⁺

pink, older men & women, scream, pinterest, obx, the 60s, cinema, dior, barbie, the smiths, gilmore girls, sade, marvel, supernatural.

LITERALLY ME .ᐟ ✦ . ⁺

amy santiago, rory gilmore, mary jane watson, lisa frankenstein, daisy randone, juno mcguff, mia dolan, wanda maximoff.

LINKS ✦ . ⁺

masterlist ♡

[whitehotwild]

took a peek at amazon music’s The Boys character playlists (really just Butcher’s and Hughie’s… womp womp)… ohhhh old man Butcher my beloved.

all i can imagine is being at Butcher’s apartment for one reason or another.

☆ maybe the team went out to a bar together, and as everyone turned in for the night, saying their goodbyes, you and butcher were the last ones there. For whatever reason, he refuses to send you off by yourself to your own apartment this late at night and tells you to just come over and spend the night at his, that it’s closer anyway.

you try to ignore the zip up your spine when he leads you into his apartment with a hand on the small of your back. you try to ignore the soft flush of your cheeks when he teases you about snooping while you look through his one (barely filled) bookcase.

“what? you scared I’m gonna find your fuzzy pink handcuffs?” you tease right back, squatting down to flip through the vinyl records he has sitting in a milk crate next to the bookcase.

butcher rolls his eyes with a smirk, “mine ain’t fuzzy… d’you even know what those things are?”

you don’t react, but you do store that in the folder labeled ‘Useful Butcher Information’ that lives in your brain. ignoring his teasing, you let out a soft huff of laughter when you see a record you’ve only seen at your grandparent's house and in the back of a shitty thrift shop uptown.

“exactly how old are you?” you ask, pulling it out and showing him the record in question: Roy Orbison Sings Lonely and Blue (1961).

butcher walks over and takes the record from your hand, switching it for his beer. he had asked you if you wanted one when you two walked through his door, you had declined before, but have taken to stealing sips of his. it’s probably the closest you’ll get to kissing him tonight.

“old enough to know this is real music… not that Taylor Swift shite you force me to listen to in the car.” he snarks, slipping the record out of the sleeve, setting it on his cheap turntable.

you stand back up straight with a scoff, “you can make fun of my ‘brat summer’, but Miss Swift is where I draw the line.” the beginning of the record starts to ring softly through the room…

‘Only the lonely… (dum-dum-dum-dumby-doo-wah)’

“oh… you can’t be serious,” you smile softly and he holds a hand up as if telling you to ‘wait for it’. “…so corny,” you mutter shaking your head, still with that same smile.

butcher takes the beer bottle out of your hand, taking a sip before setting it on one of the shelves, “nope… classic.”

he lets himself be a bit softer around you, even if only for a moment. it’s only when you two are alone, usually late at night, usually after a few drinks that he lets the walls drop… only just a bit.

like now, when he pulls you into the empty space of his living room, placing your hand, the one that isn’t wrapped in his, on his shoulder, his free hand goes to the small of your back.

“so now you wanna dance?” you ask with a bit of snark.

butcher lets out a soft huff of amusement as you two start swaying, “what you lot was doin’ at the bar wasn’t dancin’… you was flailing about.”

“hm… whatever. least we were having fun, i mean… even M.M. got up!”

“‘cause he’s a sucker for ‘Earth, Wind & Fire’.”

“well yeah… who isn’t?”

“me.”

you roll your eyes with a soft sigh, “suuure… stick in the mud.”

you’re both quiet after that, only the sound of old music coming through shitty speakers and gentle steps against his floor fill the room. he dances you through the whole a-side of the album, the hand on your back has snaked around your waist, your head rests against his shoulder, and he holds your intertwined hands closer to his chest.

you take as much of this as you can get from him, knowing these moments are fleeting. there are so many unspoken words between the two of you, you’re too stubborn to make a move, and well… butcher’s too… butcher. he thinks he’s much too undeserving of something as precious as you.

and maybe he’s right. maybe he doesn’t deserve you, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you, it doesn’t stop you wanting him. so for now… the soft, fleeting, moments are enough.

it’s always strange when those moments end, though. the way you can see his demeanor shift in an instant.

like now, the music stops and he looks away from you when you look up at him. you can see the way his face changes, like he’s snapping out of a trance or he’s caught himself doing something he knows shouldn’t.

butcher pulls away from you, wiping his hands on his pants as if the feeling of you lingering on his skin has to go. he turns to put the record away and turn off the turntable.

the silence lingers for a minute before he speaks up, “think we should turn in. you take my bed.”

you try to protest, “the couch-“

“don’t fight me on it.” the command isn’t harsh, it’s not mean, it’s only a bit stern, but he just wants you to listen to him.

he just wants to do something nice for you.

you nod with a quiet sigh and thank him with a soft smile. you both retire for the night and you both know you’ll be gone in the morning before he wakes up. you both know you won’t make any mention of it when you're both in the office tomorrow.

but you both know that for now, the fact that it happened at all is enough.

(divider by @/plutism)

[hybridirl]

masterlist . . . ! !

smut - ✶ fluff - 𖦹 angst - ౨ৎ

⟢ tlou . . .

ellie . . . For me? ✶, I’ve Never Done This Before… ✶

abby . . . Missed you. ✶, So Pretty. ✶,

ellabs . . . Who First? ✶

joel . . .

⟢ rdr . . .

arthur . . .

sadie . . .

dutch . . .

john . . .

abigail . . .

molly . . .

⟢ twd . . .

carol . . . Good girl. ✶

michonne . . .

rick . . .

daryl . . .

maggie . . .

⟢ arcane . . .

vi . . . Cat & Mouse. ✶

jinx . . . That’s it. ✶

⟢ the boys . . .

billy butcher . . .

homelander . . .

queen maeve/margaret . . .

starlight/annie january . . .

kimiko . . .

[glossykissies]

characters i write for ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ 𐙚 ა

ミ♡︎ ˚₊ · »-🧁→

eddie munson, steve harrington, nate archibald, billy butcher, the deep, queen maeve, soldier boy, ellie williams, scott miller from twisters, jim halpert, frank castle … ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

this list is ever growing, so stay tuned 🍡

[haveyouanytime]

౨ৎ rules ―

⑅˚₊ i prefer suggestions or prompts, but i will take detailed requests! ⑅˚₊ i'm horrible with messages, but feel free to message me to become mutuals, or to ramble and brainrot-- as long as it's appropriate! ⑅˚₊ ageless blogs or minors please do not interact with my nsfw works! ⑅˚₊ please do not post my writings anywhere else or turn them into ai bots!

౨ৎ characters i will write for ―

⑅˚₊ rick grimes, daryl dixon (the walking dead) ⑅˚₊ jill valentine, leon kennedy (resident evil) ⑅˚₊ jonathan crane (nolanverse batman) ⑅˚₊ joel miller, tommy miller (the last of us, hbo series) ⑅˚₊ abby anderson (the last of us ii, game) ⑅˚₊ vincent renzi (anatomy of a fall) ⑅˚₊ joe kessler, billy butcher, frenchie (the boys) ⑅˚₊ rust cohle (hbo true detective)

౨ৎ what i'm comfortable writing ―

⑅˚₊ i'll only write reader-insert! no ocs, no ships, sorry! ⑅˚₊ fluff, angst, and comfort. i've never written smut, but i can try! ⑅˚₊ LEGAL age gaps, teacher-x-student only if college age, daddy/mommy kinks (not ddlg or age regression) ⑅˚₊ breeding, strap usage (wlw), spanking, manhandling, light biting ⑅˚₊ smoking (cigarettes/weed), drinking ⑅˚₊ some dacryphilia but in the lana del rey pretty when you cry way (if that makes sense) ⑅˚₊ alternate universes! feel free to pitch, but my personal faves are college au, bookstore au, and coffee shop au

౨ৎ what i'm not comfortable writing ―

⑅˚₊ p3dophilia, foot, scat, pee, dub/noncon, incest/stepcest, age play/age regression, ddlg, kidnapping, abuse of any kind, substance abuse or greater than ones stated in 'comfortable writing', anything with self harm or suicidal ideation ⑅˚₊ even if something in your prompt/request is not written above, if i am uncomfortable writing it, i will not post it.

[whitehotwild]

need to be butcher's little hyperactive girlfriend and make him watch me do handstands and flips in the pool over and over again.

because his ass WOULD watch and every time i'd come up for air he'd give me a score out of 10.

[whitehotwild]

billy with weirdo gf who's having her brat summer – no bra tank tops, long black skirt, sunglasses and electric guitars etc u get me

BRAT SUMMERRRRRR!!!! she is NOT going to let having an old man chronically offline bf stop her from Living That Life...

in FACT! she embraces it bc would brat summer be brat summer if you didn't have an old man that was obsessed with u...

she DOES take him clubbing, she DOES take him to DJ sets, i'm talking freakquencies, Tiki Disco, Gabriela. there's this one bar in the city called Joyface, and they have a rule that if you bring your parent, you can skip the line... bratsummer!gf is most def taking advantage of that rule. the bouncer DEF knows what's up tho, he's seen people bring their old man bf's here bc of the rule so many times, he doesn't care but he does call it out, and bratsummer!gf snaps back, "he can't wait in line that long! he's old!"

All that earns you is an eye roll from the bouncer and a soft smack to the back of the head from Butcher as you walk in.

[whitehotwild]

!!!!!!!SPOILER FOR THE NEW EPISODE!!!!!!! but what if you were the one to make butcher realize kessler was a hallucination...

ouuuuu episode 6 pissed me off so bad (really just the hughie stuff, it made me feel so icky), but the butcher scenes were the few bits i actually appreciated. that part where butcher realizes its not real was so well done.

ANYWAY!!! sorry this took so long, this was really hard to write for whatever reason and im not… the most proud of it. BUT, i’ll post beach fluff soon (ish). LOVE YOU

☆ You got all the way to the subway station when you realize you'd forgotten your apartment keys at the office. You curse yourself during the almost 15 minutes it takes to walk 8 blocks and ride the elevator back up to the office that you barely notice Butcher talking to himself when you walk through the door. He doesn't notice you at all.

He's turned towards the back of the room, steady yapping away at the empty space where the noticeboard is. You wait, confused. Maybe he's talking to someone on the phone, but from what you can tell, his phone is nowhere near him.

"Who ya talking to?" You call from the door, assuming he's just talking to himself.

Butcher stops his one-sided conversation, turning in his chair to face you. "Back already? Was just talking 'bout you a minute ago; got someone I want you to meet." He waves you over as he stands up from his chair.

"Joe, this is our little wild card I was tellin' you about. Love, this is Joe Kessler, an old war mate of mine." He introduces you to the wall with his arm over your shoulder.

A mixture of shock and confusion washes over you as you look up at him. "Wha—Butcher…" you start, quiet concern heavy in your tone. " There's no one there."

Butcher pulls away and looks at you like you're the crazy one. "Fuck are you on about?" He looks between you and where Kessler stands in front of them, "He's standing right here, plain as fuckin' day."

"I-"You shake your head, "We are the only ones in here." Trying to reason with him, you keep your voice as steady as possible through your panic.

"She can't fuckin' see me, dumbass." Kessler snarks, a huff of amusement escaping him. "I'm you."

Butcher's brows furrow, a tense look in his eyes, "The fuck's that supposed to mean, you're me?"

"I mean, out of all the people your festering, fucked up brain coulda conjured up… ya picked me," Kessler answers with a proud smile.

Butcher reels back a bit at the sudden realization. The silence between you and him stretches on long enough, "Butcher… Joe Kessler is dead. You told me he died in Afghanistan, remember?"

About a year or two ago, you and Butcher got a little too deep over a bottle of whiskey. Somehow, the conversation led to Butcher telling you he was in the military, he told you about his friend Joe, he told you how Joe was probably the only person he knew who was as bad as him, and he told you that he died in the valley.

Butcher looks to you, "You fuckin' remember that? That was forever ago…" his brows furrow as he recalls the conversation.

"… I remember everything you tell me." You shrug as if that's the most obvious answer.

In the corner of Butcher's eye, Kessler mockingly pouts and coos, "Aw, ain't that fucking precious; looks like someone's got a little crush on you."

Butcher shakes his head with a scoff; you take it a bit personally, not being able to see Kessler. "No…"

"Man, c'mon. The real Joe Kessler? He's dead in the Panjshir Valley, you know that! You never dragged me out. You left me to die.."

"No… No. I remember that… I fuckin' remember that."

"Unless, of course, you got a big ol' fat V'd up brain tumor, ya cunt, which is why you are seeing me in the first place-"

"Butcher, you are freaking me the fuck out. Do I- Should I take you to the fucking hospital?" Your voice overlaps Kessler's in Butcher's head, "Not sure if you're aware, but seeing people that aren't there isn't fucking normal, especially for someone whose health is on a steady decline!"

Kessler groans, "Goddamn, she's a worse nag than your fuckin' wife!"

"Don't you fuckin' talk about her!" Butcher shouts back, but it's unclear to him whether he's talking about you or Becca. Maybe both? Maybe you?

"Butcher!" You can't take any more of this. You step before him, trying to draw his attention back to you.

His eyes shift from Kessler behind you, finally acknowledging you. "I ain't going to the fuckin' hospital. They're just gonna tell me what I already know." He shrugs like this might as well happen. He's already been talking to his dead wife for months. Why not tack on another one.

"Stop saying that shit, God! Fuck! You're not gonna fucking die!" You snap at him, shoving his chest.

Butcher looks at you, exasperation written all over his face. It feels like you've had this conversation a billion times, him casually mentioning his impending doom and you not having any of it, practically throwing a tantrum every time it comes up.

"Yeah? Because you've already found something to fix this? You have to stop with this. I'm dying. It is what it is." Butcher sighs heavily through his nose as he sits back in his chair.

He doesn't know how much more of this either of you can take. It always ends the same way: you make a promise to him that he knows you can't keep it, and he pretends to believe you just to calm you down.

Tears well in your eyes as you shake your head like a petulant child. "No! I already told you, no, I won't- I'm not gonna let you just fucking die. I'm gonna find a way to fix this. I already fucking told you that-"

"For fuck's sake, you can't fix this! What the fuck are you gonna do, huh? You gonna get Frenchie to cook up some magic cure for this? I ain't gonna put all my eggs in your basket. You don't know what you're doing, love. You're just chasin' your tail." Butcher tries to reason with you.

You groan out, "At least I'm fucking trying! Don't you think it's a little bit selfish to just… give up?! You got people who care about you, whether or not you wanna believe that! Hughie, Ryan-"

"You?"

"Yeah, me! I wouldn't be here yelling at you if I didn't fucking care about you, you fucking asshole! God, Butcher, are you fucking stupid? I can't keep-"

"Listen to her, Billy." Becca's voice rings in Butcher's head, and he does everything in his power not to look behind him. "Listen to her. She cares about you more than any of them, you know that. You have to listen to her."

Butcher stands up and lays his hands on your shoulders, "Shut up." His voice is ignored as you keep on with your rant. He shakes you gently, "Shut. Up. I believe you. I believe that you care about me, and I believe that you want to save me, but I know I can't hold my breath for something like that… But… You're you. You're stubborn, you're a pain in my arse, and you're the best at getting what you want. So I believe you. I'll believe you till I'm dead. That's the best I got."

A long silence passes between you before you shrug his hands off your shoulders and wrap your arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Billy. I'm gonna fix this, we're gonna fix it." Your tone is soft and full of promise, muffled by his shoulder.

All he can do is nod, he's hesitant as he wraps his arms around you, one hand fisting your shirt, his chin rests on your head. "I know, pet. I know you will."

(divider by @/plutism)

[whitehotwild]

Summertime!Butcher having to deal with his younger s/o doing TikTok trends on the deck of their boat. Idk why I just think older!soft!Butcher is where it's at

oh this is too good… tooooo good. (the ending to this… kinda saucks… i think i’m not great and endings… hm…)

first things first…it’s age gap summer baybe. second things second… butcher’s boat is not his, but it’s also brat summer and we all want a boyfriend with a boat so are not going to question it! yay! awesome!

you’re definitley doing the apple dance, your phone’s propped up on the cooler butcher brought. The song plays through your phone's speakers for the fifth time in a row, you’re doing the same little dance you’ve been doing for the past 10 minuets.

“The fuck are you doin’?” butcher questions from where he sits behind you. he purposefully sat out of the camera’s view, but you wouldn’t have minded either way.

you sigh and go to stop the video for a 6th time before turning back to him, “apple.”

“… huh?”

“charli XCX.”

“… who?”

the sound that comes out of you is somewhere between a scoff, a sigh, and a groan. “damn girl… google it.”

butcher rolls his eyes and stands up just enough to reach over and pull you closer, he sits back down and pulls you into his lap. “hm… you look very pretty today.” he mutters against your shoulder, his thumb teases under the ties of your bikini bottoms.

you shift in his hold, a soft flush painting your cheeks, “you say that everyday, you know?”

he hums and shrugs, “and somehow you always end up looking even prettier than the day before… now get yer arse back over there and show me your little fruity dance”

[whitehotwild]

i've never done an anon before so i'm so sorry if it sounds weird 😭😭 but do you think billy and his younger s/o would go to like, those summer carnivals? like, the ones that are at night? idk if that's js in my hometown tho 😭 she most definitely dragged him there and he reluctantly went bc he loves her, but lwk he ends up enjoying it. idkkk i js feel like there isn't enough soft!billy content on here and you are my only supplier of it 🙏🙏

OUUUUUUUU OU OU OU you just scratched an itch... im so giddy about this. (also ily and i'll gladly be ur supplier)

we only have fall carnivals in my town which sucks bc summer carnivals sound so much more fun.

you like... heard from a friend that there's this one in NJ, you try to convince butcher to go with you. you tell him that it's only 2 hours by way of penn station (nightmare nightmare nightmare), that he doesn't have to drive you, that you'll buy the entry tickets.

"let's just go to coney island, yeah? i'm not goin' to bleedin' New Jersey for a night just because you wanna ride some roller coasters. you got a ride right here..." he smirks, thinking he's oh so clever.

all it does is make you whine and go limp in his hold, "but pleeeeeeease??? It'll be fun! you're such a fucking party pooper."

it doesn't ever take much to make him give into you, that's his one weakness, "i ain't no fuckin' 'party pooper'. you're just a pain in me arse."

"okay... so are we going or not?"

butcher sighs with an unimpressed look on his face, "fine."

and then like when you're actually at the carnival, you make good on your promise to buy the entry tickets (wristbands whatever), and butcher pays for the games/rides.

after half an hour, he's spent only about $20, "I ain't spendin' over 50 bucks, got it?"

at the moment, you're more worried about what you're gonna get from the food truck than anything coming out of his mouth, "mhm. yup, got it."

you beg him to get on one of the rides with you and he finally gives in after a while, but the second you get off the ride he's looking at you like he kinda wants to kill you... just a little bit.

"you're tryna give me a bloody heart attack. i ain't doing that again."

(i'll die on the hill that butcher hates roller coasters just because i think it would be very funny.)

$100 and two hours later, butcher's finally cutting you off after winning you one of those big teddy bears from one of the game booths.

(yes, he knows he said $50. yes, he knows he's wrapped around your little finger)

"you happy, pet?" he asks you once you both settle on the train back to the city. there's no snark in his voice like you'd expect, just genuinely wanting to know that you had a good night.

you nod against his shoulder, your legs propped up in the empty seat in front of you, "yeah, i'm happy. you happy?"

butcher looks down at you, the way your head rests against him, the way your arm is snaked through his. he allows himself, just for a moment, to believe that he does deserve this... that he does deserve you and the joy you bring back to him.

"i suppose so. you like your bear?" he nudges you gently, motioning to where you sat the big stuffed bear in the seat in front of him.

"mhm... gonna name it 'billy jr.'" you tease with a tired smile, you're halfway to falling asleep and the train's barely left the station.

billy (sr.) huffs, unimpressed, but there's a small smile on his face, he untangles his arm from yours and wraps it around your shoulders, covering your eyes with his hand as he pulls you a bit closer into his side.

"ah, fuck off... you're delirious, go to sleep."

୨ ♡ ୧

just wanna say sorry that im not getting to requests as quick as i'd like! got a lot of shit happening atm BUT im on vacay atm so hopefully i can pump some out this week! LOVE YOU BYEEEE!

[born222late]

when will god send me a big nosed greying older man obsessed with me </3

[whitehotwild]

YOU HAVE POISONED MY BRAIN WITH BUTCHERS WEIRD PARTNER..... more thoughts on that pls 👁👁

butcher's weird s/o who has to let out a guttural scream now and then bc it "gets out tension", and it never makes butcher flinch, but it does catch him a bit off gaurd...

"i swear to god, you do that again and i'm gonna smack ya..."

she just shrugs, "i mean... you're lucky i didn't do it in the car earlier. i really wanted to but i knew you'd get madder. i had to get it out, you should try it!"

she genuinely tries to encourage him to do it and he wants no part of it. (i think he could use a good guttural blood curdling yell... maybe... maybe some therapy too but that's neither here nor there!)

she def has an account like sylvaniandrama, she carries at least 3 calico critters in her bag at any given time and one of them is def missing an ear.

speaking of her bag... def a lot of nonsense in there, including:

the calico critters

a pocket knife

headphones

pepper spray

AT LEAST 3 perfume samples

cigarettes and a lighter

sunglasses

a ziplock bag filled with her makeup

a taylor swift photocard

bandaids and neosporin

and like... essentials, phone, keys, wallet, blah blah blah. then she complains about it being too heavy and butcher's just like "... well? you are in a hell of your own making!!!!!" and she's just like "... i need this stuff."

ANYWAYS!!!! this is honestly just my OC from my Butcher fic i've been playing around with before i even started this blog so PLEASEEEE if u wanna read that let me know... my beloved The Boys OC wants a home... let her into your home...

[whitehotwild]

OKAY!!! so these are the ex!butcher x reader/OC(?) x logan headcanons/sort of a prologue/brief outline of the story!

AN: PLEASE let me know if you'd rather read a 'x reader' story or an ‘OC x reader’ story!!!!

OKAY!!! so this will read like a canon divergence AU (aurbviously).

Butcher was never on the brink of fucking DYING from temp v, he never killed Victoria and he never got powers.

BUT he is spiraling, that mean part of his brain (kessler) has just sort of taken over and made him kinda lose grip on what actually matters, Butcher wants everyone with powers dead, but especially Homelander.

(I’ve kinda been thinking about actually making this post Homelander death, and THEN Butcher spirals way way way out of control wanting basically a superhuman genocide, let me know what you think about that)

ALSO, Supes and Mutants exist as two separate things in this universe. Supes came after Mutants because Frederick Vought realized that these superpowered beings could be capitalized upon, but he knew if he used mutants they might end up rebelling, so going about making his own Superhumans was a safer option in his mind. Mutants are born, Supes are made.

Mutants distance themselves from Supes, knowing they usually end up being more trouble than they’re worth.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters does not accept Supe students, they did for a while at the very beginning, but Charles quickly realized that, for whatever reason, Supes and Mutants just do not get along on most occasions.

OKAY!!! SO NOW THAT THE GEEK TALK IS DONE, HERE’S THE STORY DETAILS

You/OC were a college intern at Vought that Homelander had his sights set on. He sort of coerced you into a relationship/situationship that lasted for about a year and was quite was toxic (bc like… it’s homelander).

While that went on Butcher knew of you bc of how obsessively he kept tabs on HL.

Butcher was planning on killing you to hurt HL, but then when he realized things had ended he knew you’d be more use to him alive than dead.

you were recruited to The Boys around the same time as Hughie, maybe a bit before.

you and Butcher don’t get together until after Becca dies, at first you’re really just mostly a object of comfort and escape for him, it’s way more serious for you than it is for him.

very Casual by Chappel Roan vibes

very Sharpest Tool by Sabrina Carpenter vibes

BUT the longer you stick around the more genuinely attached Butcher gets

There’s this sweet spot from almost a year in to a few months before the end of your relationship, it lasts about 2 years itself, you and Butcher are together for nearly 3 years.

during that sweet spot Butcher starts meaning it when he says "i love you"

near the end of those 3 years is when Butcher starts to become utterly obsessed with the whole “taking down homelander/supe genocide” thing.

he gets meaner, not to you specifically, just in general. he’s less affectionate, doesn’t spend as much time with you, only really initiates intimacy when he wants it, otherwise kinda brushes off your advances.

anytime you try to bring up these issues or his recent behavior you’re quickly shut down with a firm, “Let it be, love.”

you start spending more time away from the apartment, outside of work you try to fill your time with either hanging out with friends or going to the bar.

one night, you’re out with Annie and a few of your other friends at a little dive bar uptown.

you wanna play pool but none of your friends want to play, annie suggests you just go ask someone.

you’re a few drinks deep, not enough to make you drunk, just enough to instill a nice coat of confidence around you.

so, you see this man sitting at the bar, leather jacket draped over the back of his barstool, a cigar in one hand, a glass of what you assume is probably whiskey sitting in front of him, and you have no problem going up to him.

you ask him if he wants to play a game with you, and at first he tries to shoo you off, but unfortunately for him, you’re persistent.

there’s an instant connection between the you and the man, who you learned is called Logan.

he tries to ignore whatever nice feelings you spark up inside him, he’s got this lone wolf thing going on and he doesn’t need you, this pretty young thing, coming along and ruining it for him… is what he tells himself.

you promised him at first that it would only be one game, but after he beat you, you demanded a rematch, and by the end of the night you had played at least a few games.

you say your goodbyes and Logan assumes he’ll never see you again because that’s just the way things go. he tries to ignore the soft pang of disappointment in him, brushing it off as one of those rare occurences where he actually does feel a bit lonely… he’d never say that out loud.

you come back at the same time exactly a week later, this time by yourself, after a long week of dealing with the brick wall Butcher has put between the two of you.

Logan tries to ignore the way his heartbeat picks up just a bit when he sees you, he’s almost a bit annoyed that you came back, he was just starting to shake the memory of you that he couldn’t seem to forget like how he can the others.

you play pool again and open up to each other, even if it’s just the slightest bit.

this becomes a weekly occurrence, you and logan become “friends” (more so acquaintances that hang out once a week only at the bar for a few hours).

ANYWAYS!!! i’m gonna stop here so i don’t just write the whole story in bullet format, but this is the basic outline of the first bit of the story. literally only gonna write this if people actually want to read something like this, and it’ll also take me a while because i’m in the process of moving SO, pleathe be patient for i am just a little guy.

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Butcher needs a weirdo girlfriend. just a strange little guy that he doesn't really know what to do with. thoughts on this please. inbox is OPEN. GO!

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billy with weirdo!gf that starts laughing in the middle of the fight for no literal reason and he just stares at her like 🫤🫤🫤

oh he'd get even more annoyed to, very "what the fuck could you possibly be laughing at?"

and she's just like "sorry- no, like... i dunno, man, i just- this is really funny to me," speaking through giggles "i don't even remember why we're fighting!" butcher just pauses for a minute before tossing you over his shoulder and taking you to bed, he's gonna give you something to laugh about.

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Do you think Butcher would shave his beard off during the summer if it was too hot? Not him, the temperature lol I think he looks good with and without a beard but I think we’d all miss the scratches we’d get from it😝

i think butcher's got an iron death grip on that beard so it's not going anywhere.

BUT i also think once august in the city rolls around he'd be kinda like "fuck it" and would trim it where its like... almost stubble.

which to be fair would scratch even more but as a wise @shirley-girly once said IM GONNA HAVE CARPET BURN ON MY PUSSY!!!!!