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Just here to reblog Billy Butcher x Reader fics!I’ve found them quite hard to find on Tumblr 'cause the tag system is so baaaad and there are so few around anyway, so I wanted to make a place where people could come to find them.Please, if you’ve written one I’ve not yet reblogged/added to my masterlist, drop me a link to it and I will 😊*
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summary: you and the boys have to spend the night in an hotel.Due to Annie and Hughie all of you search rescue in Butcher’s room but thats not the only thing that makes this night spend long and exhausting. - angsty, comfort
word count: ca. 3000 words
Warning: attempted rape
It was useless.No matter how hard you tried to concentrate you wouldn’t be able to finish your book, with Hughie and Annie moaning only one wall away from you.With a sign you threw your damp hair away from your shoulders and rised up from the bed.That’s when you could hear a door opening and closing on the floor.
You headed to your door and peeked outside.Kimiko and Frenchie walked soft - footed on the floor to Bucther’s and M.M’s room, that had the highest distance from Hughie and Annie.They noticed you and gave up a helpless grin before gestured you to come with them.You needn’t be told twice.Your grabed your stuff and sneaked off to them, before the knocked lightly on the door.
After some arguing with M.M. you offer to give him your Netflix, with some downloaded episodes of a specific series and you all got inside finally.Kimiko and Frenchie watched some TV together on the couch, M.M. watched your nextflix and Butcher was still taking a shower.Even though it was way more quiet and peacefully than in your room.
Some minutes later Butcher came back from the shower.You didn’t look up, even when he showed his annoyance.
,,What the fuck?What are you all doing here?“ asked he in disbelieve.
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Hi! Love your work ❤️ I was wondering if you could write an angsty billy fic where reader is part of the boys and with billy but he decides to leave her behind and disappear with the other to keep her safe, then a few years later comes back because they need her help but he finds out she has his child? thankssss
Thank you so much! :D
Thanks for the request! You know how much I love The Boys and angst!
Hope you guys enjoy :D
Title: A New Family?
Tag list: @greenrevolutionary
“Coming, coming,” you said tiredly when you heard the banging on the door, “Give me a sec.”
You had just put your son to sleep when the pounding started. Your son had looked at you nervous when he heard the noise but you assured him that everything was going to be alright and to let you deal with it.
“What?” you flung the door open, “Do you- MM?”
“Hey y/n,” MM said awkwardly, “Can we come in?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you asked nervously, “I hadn’t seen you since-“ you shook your head, suddenly angry, “You left me! You guys left me in a shitty motel with no money and no way of talking to you!”
“Please,” said MM as he looked over his shoulder, “The others are in the car. We need your help.”
“And why the fuck should I give it to you?”
“Because we asked nicely love. Now are you going to let us in or are we going to have to cause a scene?”
You tensed when you heard Butcher’s voice. He walked up to the door, bag slung over his shoulder, and easily pushed past you. MM sighed and clapped a hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry,” he said, “You know what he’s like.”
“Yeah,” you said, “All too well.”
Hughie, Frenchie and Kimiko walked up and you were grateful that Hughie was still there. When you were part of Butcher’s little murder squad the two of you were particularly close. You shut the door and wrapped your arms around yourself, staying as far away from Butcher as possible.
“What do you need?” you said, “Must be important if you came out here to-“
“Mum, is everything alright? Who are all these people?”
You froze when you heard your son’s voice and quickly turned around to usher him back into bed before anyone could see him. Unfortunately you weren’t that lucky and you could hear Hughie’s breath hitch when he saw your son. He was the spitting image of Butcher, with his dark hair and your piercing eyes. You felt everyone’s eyes on you as you ushered your son out of the room.
“Not now honey.”
“But-“
“Go to bed. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
“Mum-“
“Go to bed Len!”
Once your son was tucked back in bed you took a deep breath and braced yourself to the impending questions. You reluctantly went back into the living and leant against the wall.
“So,” said Hughie eventually, “You have a son.”
“Clearly.”
“That’s… surprising.”
“You don’t say.” Said Butcher
“Oh fuck off,” you said, “We’re not talking about this now. Feel free to kip here for tonight. I want you gone tomorrow.”
*
You rolled over and groaned as you looked at your clock.
“Shit.” you gasped when you realised you had over slept.
You grabbed your dressing gown and rushed out of your room. You were about to enter your son’s room when you heard voices coming from your kitchen. You paused and looked in briefly and felt your heart drop when you saw what was happening.
“You know my Mum?” asked Len, “How?”
“Ah we used to work together,” Butcher looked up when he heard you come in, “Isn’t that right?”
“That was a long time ago,” you put your hands on Len’s shoulders, “A very long time ago.”
“Really?” Len looked excited, “Can you tel-“
“Another time,” you said firmly, “Did you have breakfast? Good. Now go to your room Len. But- Billy and I have things we need to discuss.”
“But-“
“Another time son,” said Butcher with a smile, “Your Mum and I need to have a little chat.”
Once your son was back in his room you turned on Butcher. You walked up to him and jabbed him on the chest.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” you whispered, “You have no right-“
“He’s my son,” Butcher replied, “I have every right.”
“You lost that privilege of knowing him when you left me.”
“It was too dangerous.”
“And I’m not capable of looking after myself?”
“I couldn’t lose you.”
“By leaving me behind it was inevitable of losing me. I would’ve remained with you if you had taken me.”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Where are the others?”
“Decided to give us some space. Thought I could spend some bonding time with my son.”
“No,” you said firmly, “I’m not letting you anywhere near him. You manage to fuck up everyone’s lives and I’m not letting you do that to Len.”
“I’m his father.”
“You’re his father but you’re not his Dad,” you said, “What’s going to make you leave us alone.”
Butcher’s eyes were fixed on the door and for a brief moment you were worried that Len had overheard the two of you. Then his eyes flicked back to you and he took a step closer.
“Ain’t gonna happen sweetheart,” he said, “I’ve lost too much to let you go again.”
“You can’t force us to stay with you,” you said, “I’ll help you out with your little problem, for free, on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“Len stays with his Godmother until it’s over,” you said, “You’re not going to see him again.”
“No.”
“Then good luck finding some other mug to help you.”
You started walking away when Butcher grabbed your arm. You glared at his hand and he quickly let go.
“You’re the only one who can help us,” he said, almost pleaded, “Who can help me. Please y/n.”
“You know my conditions.”
Butcher hesitated then nodded.
“Fine. But tell me one thing.”
“Yes?”
“Who’s the fucking Godmother?”
You gave him a small smile as you pulled out your phone.
“Mallory.”
You put your phone to you ear as you heard Butcher yell,
“That fucking cunt!”
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Both is good
Summary : you have to babysit for a friend but unfortunately this only leads to Butcher being more stressed out
Word count : ca. 1800
You didn’t even had to reach the last step or the stairs down to your hideout to see the lost faces of the boys.
,,What the hell Y/N?“ asked Hughie with furrowed brows, after a moment of weird silence.
,,What?I forgot something.” you said casually while approaching them playing stupid on purpose for that stupid reaction.Not aware of the fact, that you just stepped into an argument between Butcher and the rest on his lacking interaction with Ryan.
,,I meant that baby.What happened?“ asked Hughie.
,,Did someone never taught you about the birds and bees.” you said now with a low giggle, while turning the baby in your arms carefully that it could face Kimiko, who slowly had walked to you all fascinated by the baby.
,,This little cutie is Daisy, she is one year old and my former roomates baby.She has some appartment inspections today and asked me to babysit while she is gone.“ you explained finally and adjusted her little cap.
,,This picture is just wrong.You seeing with a baby?” said Butcher in a mocking tone.
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omg hi!!!! ok so i’m lowkey in love with billy butcher and i was wondering if you could write something angsty ab you wanting to leave the boys because you feel like you don’t belong but butcher argues with you on it and it leads to The Love Confession™️
I’m in love with Billy Butcher as well! I just see Karl Urban on the screen and my brain just melts!
Title: Stay With Me
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary
From the moment you met them you could tell that you weren’t like the rest of the Boys. The person you were most like was Hughie but as time went on you could see the change in him.
You were a researcher, someone who got dragged into this crusade when your parents were killed when a supe smashed into your apartment building. At the time you were so blinded by rage you accepted Butcher’s offer without a second thought. But now you weren’t too sure about continuing on the path you were currently on. You’d seen what the want of revenge had done to Butcher and you didn’t want to end up like him.
Your concerns were only amplified this first time you met Mallory. You had initially hung back as the other’s went up to her but by the end of the day she had sort you out. You were currently standing in her garden watching the sun set when she came and stood next to you.
“Butcher’s a cunt dragging you into this.”
You looked over at her sharply.
“It was my choice,” you said, “I could’ve said no.”
“But you didn’t,” she turned to face you, “I’m going to offer you the same thing I offered all the others.”
“Which is?”
“A way out. Just tell me that you want out and I can arrange that for you. A new life in a different country and away from all this.”
“I don’t know…”
“You don’t have to give me your answer right now,” Mallory turned around and walked towards her house, “You know how to contact me when you have your answer.”
That was one week ago and Mallory’s words still echoed round you head. You were standing outside the cheap motel you were hiding at when MM came and stood beside you.
“None of us would think any less of you if you accepted her offer. You know that right?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” You said
“Don’t bullshit me kid,” he said turning to look at you, “She offered it to all of us.”
“And you weren’t tempted?”
“Of course I was! I have a wife and daughter to think about.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Why do you think?”
“Butcher?”
“Butcher.”
You ran a hand threw your hair and sighed.
“I don’t know MM. I want Vought to be taken down but…”
“Kid,” MM put a comforting hand on your shoulder, “You’ve done more than enough already.”
“Butcher will hate me if I leave.”
“Some things are more important then what Butcher of all people thinks about you.”
“MM?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
You made you decision. When everyone was sleeping you grabbed your bag and shoved you few possessions into it. It was best if you left during the night to avoid any awkward questions. As you quietly opened the door you saw Kimiko shift in her sleep. For a moment you thought that she was awake and was going to stop you but she quickly settled back down. You let out a sigh of relief when you finally closed the door behind you. You had barely walked five steps when you heard,
“If you’re going to leave at least have the fucking balls to do it when everyone’s awake.”
You froze, not daring to turn around.
“Why do you care?” you said quietly, “I’m not one of you.”
“One of us?” Butcher walked towards you, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” you said desperately, “The running, the blackmail, the killing. None of this is who I am. I researched for a living. I belong in a library not in a battlefield.”
“Now you listen to me,” Butcher said quietly, “You’re much a part of us as MM or Frenchie or Hughie.”
“Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
“Hard?” Butcher moved towards you and your were forced to back up, “Looks like you already made up your mind. Abandoning us when we need you to the most.”
You back hit the side of a car and Butcher put his hands against it boxing you in. You looked around desperately but couldn’t see a way out. You looked back up at Butcher who was studying your face intently.
“Why are you really leaving?” he asked quietly
“I told you- I don’t belong in this world.”
“Then why did you accept me offer.”
“I shouldn’t have,” you admitted, “At the time I was upset. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind.”
“You were perfectly happy until Mallory spoke to you.”
“I…”
“You don’t want to leave.”
“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t want.”
Butcher was silent for a moment. Then, so quietly that you almost missed it, he said,
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Excuse me?”
The rested his chin on the top of your head. You face was buried against his chest and you realised how much you missed this. It had been over a year since your parent had died and in that time you hadn’t had much contact with other people. You melted against Butcher’s chest and his arms moved to circle around your waist.
“You don’t know how important you are to us,” he said, “You can find bits of information about those cunts that none of us can.”
“But-“
“I don’t give a fuck if you can fire a gun or not,” he continued, “You’re more important to me than you realise.”
“To you,” you looked up, “Don’t you mean to everyone?”
“Yes,” Butcher said slowly, “But to me especially.”
“Why?”
Butcher raised a hand and cupped it against your cheek. He brushed a thumb along your cheekbone and your leant into his touch.
“Don’t make me say it love.”
“And if I want you to say it?” you asked with a teasing smile
Butcher rested his forehead against yours.
“Because I love you,” he said, “And I don’t want to lose you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Because I love you too Billy Butcher,” you said, “And I thought that you didn’t return my feelings which was why I didn’t say anything.”
“So you’ll stay?”
“Yes, I’ll stay.”
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I have an idea! So lets say y/n and butcher were in a relationship before Butcher finally found Becca, and after he found Becca, y/n silently accepted that they would not be together anymore and left the boys after what happened in the season 2 finale. But a few years later, Butcher finds y/n and asks to be back together. A lot of angst would be nice! What do you think?
Angst, angst, all the angst!
You guys know how much I love writing angsty stuff!
Title: I Need You, I Want You
Tag list: @greenrevolutionary
A heavy pounding at your door dragged you from your sleep. You groaned and turned over, pulling the covers over your head. Maybe if you ignored it for long enough whoever was at the door would go away.
“Open the fucking door y/n. I know you’re in there.”
Shit. You sat bolt upright when you heard a voice that you thought you’d never hear again. You jumped out of bed and shrugged on a dressing gown while Butcher did his best to kick your door down.
“What the fuck Butcher?” you hissed as you flung the door open
“Since when did you call me Butcher?” Butcher asked as he staggered into your flat, “I always thought you-“
“Do you have any idea what the fucking time is, William?” you snapped slamming the door, “And how the fuck did you find me? Mallory wouldn’t-“
“She’s dead?”
“Who? Mallory?”
“Becca.”
“Oh,” you shut the door as Butcher collapsed onto your sofa, “So you found her then.”
“No need to sound so fucking cold love.”
You didn’t grace that with a reply. Instead you walked past him and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
“You look like you need this.”
“Cheers.”
“So,” you said after a long pause, “Why me? Why now?”
“I want you back.”
“Excuse me,” you laughed, “You turn up on my doorstep in the middle of the fucking night and tell me that your wife is dead and expect me to fall back into your arms? No.”
“We had a good thing.”
“We had a casual thing,” you corrected, “Then you ditched me for Becca first chance you got.”
“Still bitter about that?”
“I gave up caring a long time ago,” you said, “Despite what you may think I didn’t hate Becca and I joined your little crusade to try and fuck over Vought and Homelander. I’m all for completely destroying them but you…”
You shook your head.
“You took it too far. What happened to Mallory’s grandkids was unforgivable.”
“It wasn’t-“
“You blackmailed him!” you yelled, “It was your fucking idea! Their blood is on your hands just as much as it’s on Frenchie’s and Lamplighter’s! Don’t give me anymore bullshit about how you’re innocent in that situation.”
You stood up and tried to walk away but Butcher quickly grabbed your wrist. In one swift movement you pulled you towards him and onto his lap.
“Sometimes,” he said as he secured you against his chest with his arm, “I think I made a mistake.”
“Going against Vought. Following you was the biggest mistake of my life.”
“No. Choosing Becca.”
You stiffened in Butcher’s arms and you didn’t dare look up at him.
“You don’t mean that,” you said, “You’re just saying that because Becca’s dead. Umm… how did she?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now,” Butcher buried his head in the crook of your neck, “I just want to forget.”
Slowly he tilted his head up and locked eyes with you. You shifted slightly so you were straddling his lap and he smirked at your movement.
“After all these years you still want me.”
When you didn’t answer he started moving forward. His gaze dropped to your lips as he moved closer towards you. When you tried to move away his grip on your waist tightened and you winced in pain. Even though it had been years since you had last saw him Butcher was still as strong as when you first met him. Just before Butcher’s lips touched yours you put your hand on them preventing him from moving any closer.
“How long has Becca been dead for?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Tell me.”
Butcher sighed and rested his head back on your neck. You felt his beard scratch against you and you resisted the urge to shudder.
“One year.”
“Fuck,” you gently as you stroked his hair, “I really am sorry.”
“I just…” he raised his head, “I want to feel. I want you. I want to fu-“
“No.”
This time you managed to struggle free and fell to the floor and Butcher’s feet. He rested his elbows on his knees as he looked down at you.
“I always liked you like this.”
“Mallory was right.”
This made Butcher pause as you stood up and glared at him.
“You are a pig. You can stay here for tonight but I want you gone by the morning.”
As you walked towards your room Butcher stood up to follow you.
“Oh no,” you pushed him back down, “You’re sleeping on the sofa. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”
Butcher didn’t say anything but you could tell he wasn’t pleased. As you entered your room you turned around and looked at him one last time before shutting the door on him once and for all.
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i saw requests are open! how about an "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" moment with butcher that leads to exactly that (and maybe more)?
Yay a Boys request!
Hope you like it :D
Title: One Act
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary
Tension had been bubbling between you and Butcher for the past couple of days. You were looking out of the car window watching the scenery whizz by and making a point of not acknowledging the man next to you. MM had made a point of sending you and Butcher off together to chase a lead.
“And to stop whatever bullshit is going on between you two.” He had told you as he pushed you out the door.
You winced as a pain shot down your arm and you grasped it gently. An act of heroism on your part meant that you had shot someone aiming their gun at Butcher. However, in the rush you had gotten shot in the shoulder and Butcher to yell at you. Your pride refused to let you back done and that had unfortunately caused you to bash heads with Butcher.
“Stop that.”
You jerked your head over to Butcher. That was the most he had said to you all trip.
“Stop what?”
“Doing more damage to your arm,” he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “MM said to leave it in its sling so you’re going to do just that. You don’t want to fuck it up even more than you already have.”
“I didn’t fuck it up,” you said back, “It was the cunt you shot me.”
“And you got in the way love. No one’s fault but your own.”
“Oh for fucks sake,” you snapped, “We’ve been through this before. We’re not arguing about this again. Just drop it.”
“I’m not going to ‘drop it’,” Butcher snapped back, “You put your life at risk.”
“And what’s the difference between when I do it and when you do it?” you yelled, “Is this so macho, hard man bullshit? Why can you go all ‘charge of the light brigade’ but when I- HEY!”
Butcher suddenly swerved the car to the left. You yelped as you were thrown against the side of the car and you didn’t miss the sudden look of concern in Butcher’s eyes. He had pulled the car off into a side road.
“Where are we going?” you asked, “This isn’t the direction MM sent us? Oh,” you gave a cold laugh, “You’re finally sick of me aren’t you? Going to off me and hide my body.”
“Y/n.”
“What?”
“Shut up.”
You looked at Butcher in shock. You had expected him to yell at you and call you a cunt not to be quiet. Eventually Butcher came to a secluded stop and stopped the car.
“You had no idea what you had done do you?”
You snorted.
“I did that same thing you had done hundreds of times before,” you replied, “I stepped in and saved your life!”
“I didn’t need you saving my life.”
“Oh didn’t you,” you said, “Because I was the only person who noticed that bastard with the gun. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t even be here.”
In a flash Butcher was in your face. He pushed you against the car door. One hand was resting against the window while the other was on your shoulder. His nose almost touched yours and you could feel his breath fan across your face. You shuddered at how close he was.
“You really do have no idea what you had done, do you?”
Butcher’s voice was deep and quiet. His eyes were locked with yours and there was an emotion behind them that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. It made you want to look away but also drew you in at the same time.
“I don’t understand.”
He sighed and shook his head.
“I wouldn’t expect you to love.”
“Why don’t you explain?”
Butcher moved his hand off your shoulder and gently cupped your face. You leant into his touch as he said,
“When you save me-“
“So you admit that I did.”
“I haven’t finish,” he said, “When you saved me I didn’t know if I wanted to kill you or-“
“Or what?”
“Doesn’t matter. But after I saw you had been shot,” he let out a bitter laugh and continued, “I thought that that cunt had taken away the only other good thing in my life.”
“You mean Homelander?”
“Who else? I was… afraid. I’m afraid of losing you y/n. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t afford to lose you.”
His thumb brushed against your lips and you moaned softly. This caused Butcher to smirk.
“What else did you want to do to me?” you asked
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“I want you to tell me.”
Butcher didn’t reply. You opened you mouth and then Butcher took the opportunity to press his lips against yours. You gasped in shock and you felt hi m smirk against your lips. Your hands moved to his shoulders and grabbed his shirts. Butcher’s arms snaked around your waist and effortlessly pulled you into his lap. You went to undo his shirt but a sharp pain in your shoulder caused you to yelp and pull away.
“Shit,” he said, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I wanted you to.” you said as you rested your head against his.
“You have no idea how long I wanted to do that.”
“I think I do,” you said as you shifted your hips against his, “I just wish you had done that earlier.”
“We shouldn’t do this,” said Butcher, “Not now. Not while you’re hurt.”
“I can handle myself,” you said as you pressed a brief kiss against his lips, “I want you. Don’t you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Then what’s stopping us?”
“Nothing,” said Butcher as he pulled you closer against his chest, “Fucking nothing.”
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The Faceless Shadow Prologue
Warnings: Murder
Word Count: 559
Summary: Hello New York City.
A/n: Let’s see how well I can juggle everything with a new series.
New York City.
Times Square.
The lights. The sounds. The people.
It would be an end to your journey of finding a fitting home. One that could last a lifetime, or at least hopefully for some time. Chicago and Las Vegas in all their glories was nothing compared to the sights sprawled right below you. Cars honking, people walking with no purpose, dogs barking, the subway whooshing past. It called, tantalizing many into its web of wonders.
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The Faceless Shadow Masterlist
Summary: Three years entering New York City, you were the newest mob boss uniting most of the sprawling city under your control. Right as everything calms down, Vought International brings out its premier superhero team, the Seven. Despite the conflicting opinions on the company, a decision must be made that could make or break your years of hard work: To trust your enemy or the enemy of your enemy.
Pairing: Billy Butcher x Mob Boss!Reader
Warnings: Billy himself is a warning, mention of deaths, murder, a ton of swearing, canon violence
Updated: 01/07/21
Prologue (01/08 10am CST)
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Billy Butcher finding out you’re pregnant request ❤️
The one where Billy finds out
Billy Butcher x Reader
-How long you think you can keep it from him?-Frenchie asked you while you were helping him make explosives.
-What you’re talking about?
-You’re gaining weight. You’re not eating. Terrible mood swings. I can tell.
-Fuck -You murmured under your breath and tried to walk away but Frenchie grabbed your wrist.
-Do watcha gotta do. I ain’t gonna say shit. But take care of yourself, right? -He looked you deep in the eyes, kindeness washing over you, making you want to fall apart.
-We’re not even a thing, Frenchie. We just fuck to blow off steam and something went wrong. The pill idk what the hell happened.
-Shh. Come here. -He hugged you tight and you let a single tear escape.
-I want to keep it, you know? But Butcher doesn’t have time for this. Shit, I don’t. But I am willing to change my life for this kid. I’m not fucked with the cops, I can step out of this and live a normal life. He can’t.
-Do what feels right, cherie.
-Thank you.
Days passed by with you trying to hide the appearing signals. Butcher was oblivious and you wondered how long you’d manage to keep things like that. What changed though was that you weren’t really that ready to go back to a normal life. Heck, no. If Billy was the father and you didn’t question him balancing that and his fucked up work, then you shouldn’t question yourself. Was it a bad place for a kid to grow up? Maybe. But you were changing the world, so abandoning your mission wasn’t a possibility anymore. Tired of keeping the weight to yourself, you asked Butcher to talk to him in private.
-Whasup?
-There’s no light way of saying this so... I’m pregnant.
-YOU’RE PREGNANT?!
-Shhh! Jesus, keep it down.
-You’re pregnant with my child?
-I am.
-I’m going to be a father?
-Well, yes.
-Of your children?
-You dumb or somethin? -He looked down. And you noticed his eyes were watering.
-Billy? What -He looked up at you. And cupped you cheek with one hand.
-This is the best news I’ve ever received. -You looked at him a bit perplexed. -I swear I’m gonna protect this kid to the day I die, I swear I’m gonna do everything for him to have the best life possible.
-I...
-And you’re gonna be the best mom in the fockin world!
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Take you home
Summary: You and the boys are on a mission to help Butcher and Becca bringing Ryan back.Stormfront confronts you and you decide to face her on your own, since you live in the believe that no one cares about you anyway.
Word count: ca. 2500 words
,,I’m serious you guys.The next one who says that he worries about me gets punched.“ you said before the entire group went finally silent in the car.Since days you were under pressure and always stressed out you knew that already and had no need of hearing it from the others.Instead you needed so focus and your task for today.
Even though no one talked anymore , their faces showed that they judged your behavior.Butchers stern eyes meet yours in the car mirror but you showed yourself unimpressed and turned away to look outside of your window.To reassure yourself, you searched for your weapon in your pockets and pressed them firmly in your palm, that you had worked on the last weeks.Homelander was Butcher’s demon he had to fight but yours was something else.
Once you arrived at your hiding spot, Butcher and Becca went off to bring back Ryan, while the rest of you waited in the barn on this lost field, full of anitcipation.No one really talked.Frenchie held Kimiko in his arms and MM looked at a picture of his family, leaning against the car.You had to think about Hughie and Starlight and hoped they were alright.
After some time Butcher and Becca came back with Ryan and decided that it would be the best, when she and Ryan would be without Butcher and get in the car to drive away.You stood almost outside of the circle when you eyed everyone up and compared them with you.Everyone had someone they liked especially and did this whole thing for and mostly laid in this persons arms now.You knew this familiar feeling of bitterness that would always rise inside you, when you had to see such situations.But maybe this was the way things had to be.Maybe you didn’t need a home to go after all of this was over.
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Forget Me Not Chapter 16 (Billy Butcher x reader)
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“You did what?” yelled MM
“Look,” said Butcher, “It wasn’t entirely my fault.”
“From what Hughie said it sounds like it is.” Said Frenchie
“Alright, so it was partially my fault.”
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I would love to see Billy Butcher teased by [reader] in the middle of a meeting and he can’t do anything till the end of the meeting... and he just completely lets loose
Heeey I hope this doesn’t suck💗
The one where Butcher is helpless
Billy Butcher x Reader
There was a huge map on the table and you were sitting with your hands on top of it. Butcher was circling some spots and going through a plan while MM, Hughie, Kimiko, and Frenchie were patiently listening. It was the first peaceful meeting after a long time, since almost everyone was drained and on the verge of a breakdown. The number of things (and by things you meant murders, schemes, crimes, more murder) that happened in the last months was so high that you didn’t even remember it all clearly. It felt like you were watching everything from afar and that your moves were controlled by someone else, a different version of you. Butcher kept you grounded though, and sometimes that made you worry. You knew he needed a break. You knew he felt things for you but wouldn’t let them show because he was scared you’d get hurt. And you also knew that your constant teasing was getting to him. So why stop, you thought. Some fun was needed after all.
You had finally went shopping and bought some tops you thought he would like. At first you were insecure about what would catch his attention, but as soon as you entered the room wearing your black crop top Billy stopped in the middle of a sentence, instantly distracted, and did his best to appear unshaken. But you noticed. And it gave your confidence a boost.
There you were across from him, bending over the map from time to time, sometimes interrupting him and asking him to repeat something, biting your lip and maintaining eye contact. He seemed uncomfortable, as if heat was climbing up his throat.
-You alright there, pal? -MM asked.
-Fine. Can you - You stood up and walked closer to him, pretending to check something on the map. -Uh, can you all focus?
-We’re focused. -Hughie said.
-Yeah, I’m very focused. -You smirked at him
-Alright! -He faked a happy exclamation to clear the air. -So Frenchie and Y/N will be the firsts to go in.
-Why’s that? I thought I’d be with Kimiko. -Frenchie protested. -No offense, Y/N.
-None taken. Yeah, Butcher. Frenchie works better with Kimiko. Why don’t I pair up with you instead? -You were looking him dead in the eyes.
-If that’s what you want, love. -He smirked back and you froze for a second, not expecting him to play along.
-Ookay. This just got weird. Are we done? -Hughie stood up. And Butcher murmured a yes, not removing his eyes from you.
Suddenly you were alone with him in the room.
-Whatcha think you’re doing?
-I don’t know what you mean.
-Cut the crap, Y/N. Ya think it’s nice to play with me like that, eh? -He moved closer.
-Not playing.
-I ain’t those pretty boys you cast your spells on.
-Oh, getting aggressive, are we? -He hit the table with his fist, making a loud bang. You didn’t even blink. -I think you’re the one putting a show. I don’t buy this whole bad boy anger look. Nah. I know you better than that.
-You don’t know shit.
-Yeah? Alright. How come I got you all hot and bothered then?
-That’s not
-You need a break, Butcher. When was the last time you had sex, huh? I know how you look at me since I joined the group. I also know you protect me, and you keep me going, and crop tops give you a boner. -You let out a small laugh and winked at him, slowly walking back and reaching the door. -I’ll be in my room if you ever decide to do something about the boner, kay?
He stood in the middle of the room speechless. And, yes, you were both very late for the meeting in the next morning.
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Forget Me Not Chapter 14 (Billy Butcher x reader)
Trigger warning for torture in this chapter.
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You didn’t know how long you had been held captive for. You were kept in a small cell at night which had a bucket and a mattress on the floor. During the day you would be taken a strapped to a wooden chair where you would be interrogated.
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Hey, everyone! How are you doing?
Have another Butcher x Reader/ Hughie x Reader. This one is a bit longer. I hope you like it! Let me know💗.
The one where choices are made
You had been sleeping with Butcher for a couple of months. That was until Becca showed up. You knew she was alive and that made you very happy, but Billy told you that she didn’t want to be with him, so he could finally let go of her and be with you 100%. You knew that he would always love her though, but it seemed like his love for you kept growing as you got closer. But then she showed up, having escaped the prison she lived in. And the moment she stepped inside the room, meeting you, Kimiko, and all the boys, you knew it was over for you. You didn’t even want to talk to Billy about it. Everyone felt it too. And it was an agreement that went without saying that your relationship with Billy was not to be mentioned, as if it never happened.
She went to his room on the first night, of course. The room you used to share with him. And you made your way to your old one, not expecting things to go differently. You could sense that Billy was trying to communicate with you through looks, trying to let you know that he was sorry. But you didn’t want that. His pity or anything. You were tougher than him. You’d move on.
It was around one in the morning when you heard a knock on your door and Hughie stepped in.
-Hey.
-Hi
-How are you doing?
-I knew we would never last.
-Bullshit. -He said, and sat on your bed next to you. -It must hurt.
-It does. But there’s nothing I can do. His perfect wife is back and she’s been through a lot and I was just a nice fuck.
-Butcher loves you too.
-Yeah but he wouldn’t end things with her for me now would he? -Hughie looked down. -I’m not mad. I understand him, really.
- I was worried.
-When are you not?
-When it comes to you, never.
-Just please don’t start with that “I told you” crap.
-But I did...
-Too soon, Hughie. Too soon.
-I’m not happy he ended up things like that though I did hope you would see him for who he really is and maybe give me a chance.
-I did give you a chance.
-Yeah when I was a wreck.
-So you’re okay with being the guy I come to when I break up with other men.
-Yes.
-Jesus, Hughie.
-I’m here as a friend, alright? If you want me to leave, I’ll leave. -He started getting up.
-No. Don’t. -He looked at you. -Stay.
He embraced you and you two quickly fell asleep. In the morning, you were the first to get up. You made your way to what you considered the kitchen and started making coffee. No one was around, until Billy showed up. That’s what you were trying to avoid the most. Alone time with him and useless conversations. But it seemed like he didn’t know where to start so silence lingered for a while.
-Look, Y/N
-Don’t. I don’t want to hear it alright? I get it. You don’t have to justify yourself to me.
-But I
Becca and Hughie entered the room almost at the same time, from opposite directions. As if things couldn’t get any worse. Hughie’s hair was particularly messy, and Billy didn’t fail to notice that he came from your room. You sent a fake smile to Becca and sat on the table. Hughie sat next to you.
-Morning. -He said to you sweetly.
-Mornin-Butcher replied with anger. You knew how jealous he was of Hughie. How it scared him to know that your best friend was in love with you and could probably offer you so much more than he could. Becca took a seat as well, joined by Butcher. And then the four of you were having breakfast.
-Are you two together? -Becca asked, trying to be nice, to lift up the mood. Billy stared you dead in the eyes, and you stared back.
-Yes. Yes we are! -You pulled your best happy face on. Hughie just looked at you confused and played along.
-How long? -Becca insisted.
-Oh, you know. A couple of months.
-Well, congratulations. You two look great together. -Billy was being pushed to the limit. And you were having fun.
-And how does it feel to see Billy again, Becca? He never seized to talk about you! -You teased. Butcher’s face getting red with anger.
-Oh it’s great despite the circumstances. I’m really touched that he waited for me for so long. -Butcher didn’t move his gaze from you.
-How beautiful is that, huh? -You smirked and got up. -Well, guys. I promised to help Frenchie out with some things. See you in a bit.
-Excuse me, boys. I think I’m going back to bed. -You heard Becca as you walked away.
You saved yourself from the tension that was bubbling up between Butcher an Hughie. Neither of them dared to move from the table.
-You couldn’t wait a focking day? -Billy talked to him, his voice as lower as he managed.
-You can’t have everything, you know. It’s not fair to Y/N. You made up your mind, let Y/N go.
-You don’t know what’s going on inside my mind.
-I know you’re not planning to break your wife’s heart but is willing to break Y/N’s because you think Y/N can take it. And you know what? She can.
-Fuck you.
-Go live your fairy tale, leave Y/N alone. Don’t confuse her further.
-How long have you been waiting for this? -Butcher stood up, towering over Hughie.
-For her to realize you’re an asshole? Very long.
Hughie wasn’t afraid of Butcher anymore. He knew he wouldn’t dare anything with his wife around. So he got up, made his way to where you were chatting with Frenchie, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His touch made you relax, and Frenchie smiled big seeing the two of you finally together. Truth was that Kimiko, Frenchie and MM always hoped you would end up with Hughie. And you could see that now. How not having to beg to be with someone, not having to compete, had it’s advantages. You cared about Butcher. A lot. But you deserved something steady.
Butcher stayed back looking at you, knowing that his heart would never be full since he was incapable of choosing between Becca and you.
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I think I’m obsessed with Billy Butcher, as you all can tell by now. So here! Have another one. And thank you so much for the feedback, you guys. You’re are so sweet💗.
The one where Billy is Jealous
Billy Butcher x Reader
It was the middle of the night and you were doing the dishes after having a glass of wine. Since Billy Butcher came to you for help two months ago, you were struggling to find some quiet time. Working as a CIA agent and helping the boys sure was driving you a little bit insane. So every chance you had to drink some wine and relax, you gladly took it. You were finishing the dishes when you noticed a figure entering the room.
-Shit! Butcher! You can’t break into my house!
-You left the windows open.
-And that means anyone can come in?
-Well, if they wish to, it’ll be easy.
-What do you want? -You placed your glass on the counter and looked up at him.
-‘ve heard that you and little Hughie are getting along.
-He’s nice.
-He’s nice. -He mocked you and rolled his eyes.
-I can’t believe you came here just to ask me about Hughie. -You faced him, anger bubbling up
-You bet I did.
-What’s wrong with you?!
-MM said you look cute together. I bet you think so too eh?
-Billy. I’m not romantically interested in Hughie.
-Don’t lie to me. -He pointer at your chest, angrily.
-He’s a kid.
-He’s the same age as you are!
-Well he’s a kid to me.
-But he likes the same shit you do. I bet he likes that Star trash.
-Trek.
-What?
-Billy.
-He’s all put together, ethical cunt. Always with that “I wanna help the world” bullshit
-Billy. -You walked closer to him.
-And he’s fallen for you so badly it’s pathetic! Y/N this, Y/N that. All the damn time. -You cupped his cheek.
-The hell you doin?-He blurted out and you instantly pulled him into a kiss. Hand in his chest, lips smashed. His eyes were open in complete shock, but he gave in and deepened the kiss. You parted for air.
-Is that what you wanted? -You asked him. He avoided your gaze, almost blushing. Billy Butcher fucking blushing. He softly confessed:
-Yes. -And pulled you back in.
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Pledge Allegiance - Chapter 8 (Homelander|Billy Butcher Fic)
Series Masterlist
Summary: You have to warn Billy before he walks straight into the path of the new CCTV cameras.
Warnings: Dubcon/noncon
CHAPTER 8 - Our Flag Was Still There
(Possible proof reading errors)
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The next morning was the tensest we’d spent together since that first week.
I was trembling when I made the pancakes, messing every single one up until I couldn’t take it any more and I broke down, clutching the kitchen counter and sobbing. The thought that I was being dosed every day with a substance I knew nothing about and that I was going to have to imbibe it again was terrifying.
I was also worried seeing the camera installer outside already putting up the CCTV in the garden. The second Billy appeared on those monitors it was all over. There was no chance that Homelander would believe I knew nothing about his arrival. He would kill me instantly or worse, keep me alive but severely injured.
“Honeyyyyy,” Homelander’s tone is warning but soft. “What’s wrong?”
But I couldn’t articulate it. I had no way to articulate the hopelessness I felt. I couldn’t do anything but keep crying.
“Stop it before the technician sees,” he gets up, grabbing me from behind and hiding me from the view of the window before whispering in my ear. “Don’t undo all the good progress you’ve made.”
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So I’ve been binge writing to cope with reality. What else is new...
The one where Butcher is attached
Butcher x Reader
It was the middle of the night and you were having nightmares again. You were the younger of the group, though not that far from Hughie, and the boys cared a lot about you. You were stronger than most of them, constantly saving their asses during fights, but you had your moments of insecurity and fear as well.
It was clear to everyone since the beginning that Butcher had a thing for you. But because of the age gap and the fact the he didn’t think he was right for you, he cut you off right away. The first time you two felt the palpable tension, he said that you should know that he would always be there for you as a friend but nothing more. You could read right through him, though. So you would continue to be affectionate towards him when possible. But this night you were the one needing comfort. Leaving your bed, you knocked on his door.
-Yes?
You opened it slowly, only to see him with his shirt off and messy hair, tangled on some sheets.
-Y/N. Is everything alright? -His voice was rustier than usual. Filled with worry.
-I’m sorry to wake you. -You stood close to the door, not daring to come in. -I know this is inappropriate of me but I can’t sleep and I
-Come’re. -He made room for you on the bed and pushed the sheets so you could get in. He was only wearing boxers, you thought, but pushed the image away.
You laid down next to him, feeling his warmth. He took you in his arms, bringing you close. His breath on your neck, his body already making you feel safer.
-I know you don’t see us that way. I swear it’s a one time thing.
-I do see us this way, Y/N. I’m just no good for ya. -You turned to face him and smashed your lips against his. After all this time wondering how that would feel like, you let him take control, deepening the contact, moving his hands to your back, and to your tights. You let out a moan and you parted. He rested his forehead in yours.
-Only thing I ask of you is to not get too attached. You know how fucked up I am, how anything could happen to me.
-I’m fucked up too.
-Yeah but I won’t let anything happen to ya. That’s my obligation here.
-Is it now? What if I tell you not to get attached either? Will this work better than?
-That’d be impossible, darling. I’ve been in love with ya since the day we met.
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