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Prompt: From Christmas (but make it sexy), number 9: “Tipsy fondling, softened giggles and muffled noises as they fool around with each other after having a little too much to drink” 🥂

With Billy Washington! And if I may add a kink… 🤭 voyeurism? Or exhibitionism? 😘

A/n: My first time writing Billy W as a prezzie for my lovely Inka ❤️✨

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+, fingering, voyeurism, kinda dub con?

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You spot him because he’s the tallest person in the room, leaning against the wall by the balcony, taking small sips from a bottle of Heineken. It takes you a minute, but you recognise the messy mop of dirty blond hair, the lowered chin, the cautious way he looks around at his surroundings, like an unsure puppy. Billy Washington has always had a way of pulling at your heartstrings and tonight is no exception. You feel a bit sorry that he’s alone, standing at the edge of the room at a Christmas party.

The host, Laura, is one of your friends from uni. Once you’d found somewhere to put your coat you had gone up to her to say a simple “hi! Haven’t seen you in ages!” before she pulled you into a suffocating hug. It gave you a chance to get a look at him though, peering over her shoulder.

Billy’s already looking at you, slightly bewildered. You wonder if that’s a good sign or a bad one, but surely now you just have to go over to him?

So once Laura lets you go and you grab yourself a drink, you weave your way through the other guests, all the way over to the wall by the balcony and come face to face with Billy. He’s a little undressed, in a black t-shirt and black Adidas joggers. You’re in black too, a long sleeved dress and black tights, but it looks like you’re not even dressed for the same event.

“Hi,” you say, noticing a humiliating tremble in your voice and hands.

Up close, you realise he looks completely different from how you remember. His face is sterner and sharper in the lines of his jaw and cheeks. And he’s tall. Really tall. But then he presses his lips together in a familiar, shy little smile.

He says your name and it almost sends you into a state of shock. “Long time no see.”

Over a decade now, you think. You and Billy had grown up in the same area of Nottingham, gone to school together, until his family moved down to London after you’d finished your GCSEs. You weren’t really friends, but you were familiar, you’d seen his face every day from the age of four to sixteen, that had to count for something. Seeing him now gives you a happy sense of nostalgia, the boy who didn’t need to try hard to make you laugh every French lesson, who sometimes tagged along with you on your walk home and bought you sweets from the corner shop.

He’s a lot more subdued now, only natural with age, but as you start to chat more you realise there’s an innate sort of sadness about him. That, with the intensity of his blue-eyed gaze, makes your heart flutter. You soon learn he’s been working as a marketing assistant for the last year, which is how he knows Laura.

“I thought you were set on the army,” you say, “like Lana, right?” Billy’s older sister. You’d never seen much of her but you knew he idolised her.

His face drops a little and you can only hope you haven’t touched a nerve. “Didn’t work out,” he says, looking down at his beer bottle. “She works with the police now, explosives officer.”

“Sounds dangerous,” you say.

Billy raises his eyebrows. It looks like he’s going to say something else when he brings the bottle to his lips, jutting his chin out slightly as he finishes it off.

You take a long sip of your own drink, finishing it off a lot more quickly than you had intended.

Billy nods at your now empty glass. “Can’t be having that at Christmas,” he says with the slightest hint of a smile

He takes your hand in his and leads you towards the kitchen. The alcohol must be doing a number on you because all you can think about is how large Billy’s hand is compared to yours, how warm he is, how tightly he’s holding onto you. And when he has to duck to fit under the doorframe, you can’t help but bite down on your lower lip at the way your belly flutters. When did he get so fucking fit?

But you tell yourself not to get carried away. It’s just a Christmas party and he’s just an old acquaintance, probably best to take things slow and hold off on the drinks.

So how you and Billy end up sitting on the sofa at midnight, with an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s between you, is a complete mystery. But to be fair to the two of you, the bottle was nowhere near full when you started drinking it.

The party continues around you, but you and Billy are in a world of your own, chatting about the good old days back in Notts, ending up in fits of laughter over silly stories, like the time he nearly goaded your Year Eight History teacher into a fist fight.

“Oh God, I was awful,” Billy laments, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

You’re staring again, but you’re too tipsy to stop yourself. The room is mostly dark apart from the warm glow of fairy lights on the Christmas tree, and you keep staring as the light hits his hair, the tip of his nose and the curve of his lips. 

You open your mouth to tell him that he’s not awful, but the words dissolve on your tongue as Billy turns his head towards you. 

You can’t explain it but there’s a moment of knowing between you, his blue eyes burning into yours, the little smirk on his lips. Nervousness ripples through your body again but it’s a feeling you find you’re enjoying. You giggle and Billy tries not to, but smiles back.

Then he looks down at his hands, clutching his empty glass between his legs. You feel a flicker of fear in your chest, like he might get up or just leave altogether.

“How are you finding London?” You ask suddenly, shuffling closer into him– much too close, you realise. Your legs are tucked under you, knees pressing against his thigh. 

His eyes move around your face, glancing quickly down, then up again, and his lips are restless. “Fine,” he says, “it can be lonely sometimes.”

“That’s what I think,” you say. “It’s such a big place. Sometimes I think it’s too big.”

“Nah you’re always going to be alright,” he says. “You’ve always been smart, and nice. You’ve got friends, nice job, yeah?”

“Yeah I guess.” 

Billy hums to himself and twists his mouth into a little pout. “What about a boyfriend?”

“Ah,” you say, keeping determined eye contact, “the one thing I don’t have.”

“Good to know.”

“Why would that be good?”

Billy just shrugs, then tries and fails to suppress a pleased grin.

“What about you?” You ask. “Girlfriend? Or Boyfriend?”

“A boyfriend’s not on the cards for me,” he chuckles, “and no girlfriend, not for a while, I’ve been trying to focus on myself.”

“Oh,” you say, trying not to sound too pleased about the lack of a girlfriend, “that’s good.”

“Yeah,” he says, tapping his fingers against the glass– his long, lithe fingers. “I don’t wanna bore you with the details, but I was in a really rough spot last year. Couldn’t get a job, did some stuff I regret, got myself in a really fucking stupid situation, but it was all a wakeup call, you know?”

He looks across at you again, with the sad puppy dog eyes. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin, your neck and along the neckline of your dress. 

He keeps looking into your eyes, you think it might be a dare or an invitation.

It’s a question you don’t need to answer when he closes the space between you, kissing you gently.

It’s over as quickly as it happens and soon you’re met with the sight of his eyes again.

Your heart is humming in your chest and you can’t quite catch your breath. “What was that for?” you whisper.

Billy’s face falls. “Oh,” he says, “I’m sorry I just thought–”

He starts to pull away and all you can think to do is reach for him, haul yourself onto his lap and weave your fingers through his hair. “No, what I meant was, why did you stop?”

After that he doesn’t waste a single second. He surges up to kiss you again, desperately, harshly, sucking and nipping at your lips while his hands grab at your waist.

Your hips start to move against each other, with his guidance, desperate for friction, to ease the tightening feeling in your stomach but all it seems to do is make you want more, especially when you feel how hard he is underneath his joggers.

He keeps kissing you, keeps grinding you against him, panting and huffing against the back of his throat in the brief moments when your mouths are parted. You can only hope Laura’s too drunk to notice the two of you dry humping each other on her sofa, and giggle against his lips at the absurdity of it, 

It’s too easy to get carried away. One moment you’re just enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue against your own, the next his hands are moving from your waist, dragging you tights down and rucking up your dress so he can feel his hands over the skin of your bare ass and thighs while he kisses your neck.

Then he runs his fingers over your clothed centre, curls them around your panties and starts pulling them to the side.

“Billy,” you whine, instinctively lifting your hips to escape him but he just pulls you right back to where he wants you.

“No, no, no, you stay right where you are,” he mutters into your neck as he starts to circle over your clit.

The pleasure he brings you is surprisingly overwhelming and goes straight to your head. You can’t tell if you want him to stop or never let you go again.

You hold onto him by his neck, rutting your hips against his hand to his praises of “good girl, just like that, feels good, doesn’t it?”

And just when you start to feel like it’s not enough you feel one of his fingers slip inside your soaked cunt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, already feeling just how much deeper he can reach than you can on your own.

But it’s wrong, isn’t it, letting him touch you like this with other people in the same fucking room?

“Billy, we shouldn’t do this here–”

“Come on,” he grunts, “fuck yourself on my fingers, I know you want it.”

And you do, you really do.

“What if someone sees?”

He grabs you by your chin and drags you into him until your foreheads are pressed together. “They’re not looking at you,” he says, “so you just keep your focus on me, yeah? Keep looking at me, keep thinking about how it feels to have my fingers deep in that tight little pussy of yours, can you do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you breathe.

He lets out a low hum of content that makes your cunt clench around him.

You start to rock your hips against him. Your mind is hazy but in a way it only makes you feel lighter, more sensitive as his finger nudges against your soft spot, as he circles your clit, kisses your neck and lets his warm breath tease your skin. It’s careless and desperate and you want it, you need it.

You curl over him when your orgasm washes over you, wrapping your arms around him and pressing as much of your body against his as you can manage. You barely stifle a moan by pressing your lips against his temple.

You feel one of Billy’s hands run over the back of your head. “Shh, there you go, that felt nice, didn’t it?”

You feel his finger drag against your walls as he slips out of you, and hear a wet sound as he cleans it between his lips.

You’re content not to move, feeling the heat of his body and the light drumming of his heart beneath you, the apparent hardness he’s trying not to grind against you. You snake a hand between your bodies when he grips at your wrist, and commands your attention to his eyes.

“What about you?” you ask.

“We can go back to mine for that,” he says, “if that’s something you’d be interested in, obviously.”

Only Billy Washington could be this awkward despite having just been inside of you.

You smile, running your fingers over the golden stubble along his jaw. “I’d like that.”

Billy keeps gazing up at you, and takes a breath like he’s just remembered how to. 

You don’t bother checking the time when you eventually go to leave Laura’s flat. You almost forget to say “goodbye,” but the last people standing are all shouting an off key rendition of Fairytale of New York, which you don’t think you want to interrupt.

You and Billy stumble down the street arm in arm, giggling softly when you keep bumping into each other only to pull yourselves back into each other. 

You make it back to his flat in Cranstead Fields, which takes a grand total of three night buses to get to. The moment you’re through the door he’s pinning you between his body and the wall, holding your face between his hands and kissing you with as much enthusiasm as before.

“I’m so glad we ran into each other again,” he whispers with a little grin.

You run your palms over his chest, slip them under the hem of his t-shirt to feel the way his stomach clenches, and snag your fingers on the waistband of his joggers. If the pleading look in his eye when you start to palm over his bulge is anything to go by, you’d guess he’s utterly desperate.

You only intend to kiss him once on the lips, but find yourself coming back again and again because just once isn’t enough. “I’m glad too.”

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It's a Rerun. But a damn good one

Billy Washington X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)

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Warnings: Near death experience (I saved Billy, and I won't apologize for it🤣), smutty smut. (Sorry, but I would let Billy walk me like a dog 🤣)

Billy was a sweet guy. You couldn't deny that. It's probably the only reason you lasted as long as you did. But eventually, you just had to be realistic. This guy was going nowhere quickly. He had barely any drive and took no self responsibility. He was a slob and always found ways to blame the world, his family, or even you for his problems.

You had attempted to leave him multiple times, but every time, his tears and evident heartbreak were able to keep you stuck in place until finally, it wasn't enough.

The scene of those final moments still played through your head anytime you let your mind wander. Billy down on his knees in front of you, holding your hips lightly kissing your stomach, begging you not to leave. Promising that he would change, get better. Promises he had made a thousand times before but never could live up to. You still remember that final look back when you took that final step out of the door. Billy still on his knees arms hanging limply by his side head hanging down towards the floor sobbing. Outright sobbing. The memories of that scene are so painful that you try your best to avoid them at all costs.

Although you tried to ignore the nagging feeling in your chest over the following weeks, you couldn't help but wonder. Was he ok? Is he taking care of himself?

Then you heard about Cranstead and what almost happened to him there, and it took everything in your being not to reach out to him. To make sure he was ok, you were haunted by what you imagined to be something so terrifying and what it could have done to his already frail psyche. But you knew in your heart that reaching out to him now would not be helpful. The breakup was difficult, and you couldn't come in and out of his life. You were out of his life now, and it needed to stay that way.

Well, that was the plan anyway until a few months later, you end up on a night out with a few friends at the pub, and there he is with Lana. Smiling and clean cut, he hardly looks like that fragile messy man you had left behind.

You try to keep your head down so he doesn't see you, but your eyes are drawn to him repeatedly throughout the night. He seems to be having a good time with Lana and her coworkers. He has this sparkle to his eyes that had been long gone last you were with him.

You had become so enthralled with him at this point that your friend Sarah picks up on the fact that you are distracted and starts to look around until she spots Billy.

"Oh, im sorry, sweets, do you want us to go to a different pub?" She says quietly while reaching out to rub your hand.

This pulls you out of your trancelike state.

"Huh? What? No, it's fine. I'm fine. " You smile weakly at her.

She gives you a look that is plainly calling you on your bullshit but decides not to press you on it.

You pretend to engage in the conversation being held at your table. Your head angled towards your friends, nodding periodically as they tell some story. About something that isn't registering in your mind. While your eyes flit between Billy and the table, trying not to gain his attention.

Sarah is telling a story about how one of her coworkers is clearly into her but is annoying and short when Billy finally catches you staring at him. Your breath catches, and you immediately look back at Sarah pretending you didn't see him. Now you feel eyes on you. You want to look back up at him, but you're afraid that if you do, it will be his eyes staring back at you. But to your surprise, when you finally look up nearly 25 minutes later, he's gone.

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in, your head a mix of relief and disappointment.

You lose interest quickly after that and bid your friends a goodnight feigning exhaustion. Or maybe it was true. Mentally and emotionally, you were drained. You step outside the pub, quickly placing an order for a rideshare.

"I was wondering how much longer it was gonna take before you came out ere," Billy says with a smirk leaning up against the wall outside the pub.

The sudden noise makes you jump.

"Oh!" You grab your chest attempting to bring down your heart rate.

"Oh cmon love. I'm not scary" he is still smiling taking a drag off his cigarette.

"Just surprised me is all," you say, slightly flustered.

He takes another deep drag off his smoke. " You waiting for your bloke to come pick ya up?"

"Rideshare," you say, slightly lifting up your phone.

" Don't take one of those things. Beautiful girl like you getting in a car with a random stranger..... lemme give you a ride"

"Oh..... no, that's ok they're already on the way.

"I insist. I'll be worried the rest of the night if I see you get into a strangers car. Come on. I got a new car. " he chuckles as he waves you over

You have an internal battle with yourself. This is a bad idea. Your rational brain knows that. But that smile he gives you does you in, and you follow him quickly, canceling your rideshare.

He walks ahead of you, taking a final drag of his cigarette and flicking it to the side.

"Isn't she beautiful?" He says gesturing toward a dark Grey Ford Focus.

"Yeah, looks brand new!" You say admiring the vehicle.

"She is" he looks back at you giving you a cheeky grin. "Got my life together, I have" he says this with a sense of pride.

"Oh?" You say while sliding into the passengers seat.

" Yeah" he plops into the driver's seat. "Almost getting blown up will do that to a man, puts things in perspective"

You inwardly cringe at the mention of what happened at cranstead.

"I'm really sorry I didn't call after-" he cuts you off

"Don't worry, love, I didn't expect you to. Loser ex-boyfriend turns terrorist patsy doesn't exactly have a lot of appeal" he chuckles.

"Ha" you fake laugh awkwardly.

"So where are you living now?" He asks, starting the car.

You look at him frozen

"I'm gonna need to know.... since I'm driving you home?" He looks at you with a half smile.

"Oh yeah, obviously," you press two fingers against your forehead. "I live with Ana, you remember where she lives?"

"Yeah. Your sister still hate my face?" He asks, still smiling

"She never hated your face. She's just... a little prickly. Like a thorn"

"Like a bloody cactus"

You laugh out loud at this. Your sister really was a hard person to get along with if you weren't already in her inner circle.

"How is it living with Ana? I can't imagine she's a morning person" he says laughing

"She's barely ever there. She got a boyfriend, and she's mostly at his place"

"Must be one tough lad" he says with a smirk as he taps his fingertips on the steering wheel.

"Must be." You can't help but watch his fingers tap tap tap on the steering wheel. You focus so intently on his fingers that his voice basically becomes background noise

"Love? Hello?"

"Huh?"

"This is your sister's building right?"

You look up and notice you are outside your building, you couldn't believe you were there already.

"Uhh yeah this is it"

"You ok? How much did you have to drink?" he asks one eyebrow raised

"Oh I'm fine not that much"

"Hmmm, nah, you seem out of it. I'm walking you up. Make sure you make it to your flat. " he turns the car off and starts to remove his seat belt.

"That's not necessary," you said, unbuckling your own seat belt and opening the door.

"Ahhhh, but I insist," he gives you another cheeky smile.

You can't help but blush at this new Billy. He looks the same, but he is different. There is no denying that.

"Oh alright," you walk into the building with him trailing behind.

"Second floor right?" He says from behind you

"Yep," you get to the stairs and start to walk up. You can feel him climbing the stairs directly behind you.

When you reach the door to your flat, the tension is thick as he leans against the doorframe, watching you put your key into the lock.

When you finally get the door open you step through and turn around. He's standing in the doorway hands in his pockets.

"Well ummm.... thank you for the ride" you say to him stumbling over your words.

"Uhhh yeah... yeah, no problem. " he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. "You take care darling" he turns to walk down the hallway

"Wait!" You say involuntarily. He stops and turns back to look at you.

"Would you like to come in for a cuppa?" You ask feeling stupid as soon as you say it.

He, however, was elated. "Yeah! Absolutely brilliant" He walks into the flat glancing around. "Been ages since I've been in here"

You move to the kitchen putting the kettle on.

"Do you have a new bloke?" He asks suddenly."You don't have to tell me, of course." He rubs the back of his neck

"No, I do not." You keep your eyes glued to the kettle.

"Knew it" Billy nearly whispers. He walks into the kitchen coming up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

"What are you doing?" You ask, lifting your arms up but not pushing him away.

"Taking back what's mine" he starts to bite and suck on your neck.

"Billy.... we can't"

"Cept we can." He continues biting your neck while simultaneously running his hands, palms flat down your waist & stomach and stopping at your hips. He grips your hips tight, fingernails pressing into the fabric of your dress. "You took care of me for so long. Let me take care of you"

You lean your head back against him, giving him more access to your neck, and he takes full advantage. Biting and sucking at your neck while his arm is wrapped tightly around your ribs.

He pushes himself up against you from behind, breathing heavily into your neck. "Do you even realize what you do to me?"

Your heart starts racing, and you squeeze your thighs together, attempting to ease some of the tension you feel building in your heat.

Billys hand slips from your hip down to the bottom of your dress. He grabs your thigh and starts rubbing his hand up and down. "Always with the God damned thigh highs. Enough to drive me mad. " he nearly growls in your ear. Sending a tingling sensation straight to your core.

He trails his hand up your thigh and over your heat covered by just the thin material of your thong. "Mmmm" he bites your neck while he starts to rub circles around your clit through your panties.

"Ahh" you breathe out.

Billy chuckles. "Yeah?" He moves your panties to the side, running his fingers through your folds and shutters. "Fuck." With his other hand he grabs your hips and pulls your ass tight against his groin and he starts to rut up against you. You can feel his hardness through his trousers up against your bum.

"So wet," he snarls into your ear as he slides a finger inside you.

You start to pant "fuck billy"

"Yeah, we'll get to that," he chuckles as he starts sliding his finger in and out at a quickening pace. "You have no idea how much I missed this pussy"

His words make you even more excited, and you start moving your hips against his hand and groin. He nibbles at your earlobe as he quickens his pace with his hand rutting up harshly against your bum.

He pushes you toward the kitchen counter and bends you over it, removing his hand. You whimper at the loss of sensation.

He chuckles. "Don't worry, baby, i got you," he says as he pushes your dress up over your ass and pulls your thong down to your knees. He stands back and looks at you in this position for a second "marvelous"

You can hear him unbuckle his belt, and your anticipation grows. It's been so long, and of all the things he was failing at when you were together, this was not one of them.

He grabs your hip with one hand and pumps himself 2 times with the other before rubbing the head of his cock between your folds "fuckin beautiful" he breaths out before slamming into you to the hilt grasping your hip tightly.

You gasp as he stills. "Fuck baby" he nearly whispers

you push against him, urging him to move. He snakes his arm around you bringing his fingers to your clit and rubbing it in circles as he starts to slide in and out of you

You mewl as your eyes roll back. He pounds into you at a punishing pace while rubbing your clit furiously. "Ahhhh fuck!" You yell as you feel your climax hurdling toward you.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Come on, " Billy says between heavy pants.

Your entire body tenses as you are hit with a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fuck! Baby, that's perfect" Billy says while fucking you through your climax.

You feel your body melt as you come down from your high and put all your weight against the counter.

Billy now grabs both of your hips and really starts to go fast and hard.

" fuck. This pussy's so good" he keeps one hand on your hip and runs his other hand up your spine until he reaches the back of your neck and grasps it holding you in place as he fucks you without mercy.

His breathing gets erratic and his pace fast and sloppy as your core begins to tighten again.

"You gonna give me another one?" He snakes his hand back to your clit rubbing in quick circles. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You screech as you hurtle through another climax this time taking billy with you.

You feel that familiar warmth spread inside you and collapse, laying your face on the counter.

"Your still on your pills I hope?" Billy says breathlessly

You just give him a thumbs up unable to speak at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I know I wasn't good enough for you before"

You turn and look at him as he's tucking himself back into his pants. "Billy...."

"No, it's true. But I am now. I have a job I have purpose. The only thing I don't have is you. " he looks at you with pleading eyes.

"You have me. You've always had me, " you say, placing your hands on either side of his face

He hugs you tightly and kisses you on the top of your head.

"I finally have it all"

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Warnings: Fluff, smutty thoughts

Word Count: 1.7K

Note: This is a long overdue thank you to @exitpursuedbyavulcan for their support of Come Back To Me. Just a sweet little drabble about my favourite idiots. It follows on from the events of Come Back To Me and contains OCs, so if you aren’t familiar, maybe give that a read first.

If it weren’t for the steady voice of the priest, Billy would have forgotten where he was. Across the altar, illuminated by stream of July light, stood Ida. From the moment Faisal had knocked on his door that morning with a panicked “Ready?”, all Billy wanted was to see her. In a rush of wedding-induced delirium, the morning faded into afternoon and guests were gathering in the little church. She’d glided up the aisle, the little flowergirl in front of her throwing petals on the ground like grenades. The congregation ahed and laughed, but Billy could see only her. From the bouquet of flowers she held, bright sweet peas, roses and lily-of-the-valley to the pink hue of her joy-freckled cheeks, Ida held him enraptured.

The entire service, he had grinned at her like a schoolboy, palms sweating as the exchange of the rings approached. By some miracle (his life had been so full of miracles these last eighteen months) he hadn’t dropped them, placing them tenderly on the Bible and resuming his sentinel behind Faisal, gazing at Ida. Her eyes were glazed with tears now, the breadth of her smile near forcing them to fall. The usually unruly hair had been wrestled into gentle curls that framed her face, a few whisps haloed by the red and blue of the stained-glass window. He knew it was sacrilegious to say it, but she truly was the most beautiful woman there. Billy watched with glee as she took a shuddering breath of anticipation.

“By the power vested in me,” the priest between them held up his hands. “I know pronounce you man and wife. Go in peace. Faisal, you may kiss-” Before the dear man could finish his sentence, Sofia leapt at Faisal, her arms encircling his neck as the crowd cheered with applause. Behind her, Ida’s tears brimmed over as she laughed, the flowergirl holding her hand jumping up and down with glee. Sofia led Faisal down the aisle, smiling proudly and showing off her wedding ring to the crowd. Faisal shook hasty hands with family and friends as he passed, not once losing step with his bride and laughing at her abounding happiness. Ida hurried the flowergirl after them, giggling she tottered behind the bride and groom, waving at the crowd and utterly oblivious to their focus on the newlyweds. Billy held out his arm for Ida and, with a bashful smile, she took it.

“You look amazing,” he whispered in her ear as they made their way to the front of the church. Ida’s eyes drifted downwards, attempting to hide the growing blush with her hair.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Wash.” She nudged his shoulder; it was his turn to blush. “Though I can’t wait to get these pins out of my hair,”

“And I can’t wait to get you out of that dress,” Billy said lowly in the shell of her ear.

If the church has been full to the rafters, then the hotel function suit was bound to burst. Sugar-high children, reminiscing elders and everyone in between spilled from the suit into the summer evening sun. Sofia and Faisal, a glass of champagne in each hand, moved around their loved ones as if gliding on air. Faisal’s parents were regal in their Shalwar kameeze and Anarkali against the sea of linen suits and summer dresses, and Sofia’s parents, with their white-blonde hair and golden skin as beautiful as their daughter’s, spoke to them with glowing pride. Gladness and well wishes filled the air.

“What a beautiful couple,”

“What a gorgeous day,”

Amongst it all, Billy and Ida were the model wedding party, welcoming friends, charming the families and ensuring the day went without a hitch. At least, without Sofia and Faisal knowing. Occasionally, they caught each other’s eye from across the room and beamed. Ida basking in the radiant joy of her best friend’s happiness, Billy at being finally and firmly accepted into this found family. The flowergirl dotted between them, begging Ida to play or Billy to dance. When, after the dinner, she had been beckoned to bed by her parents, she hugged Ida around the knees and gave Billy a wet kiss on the cheek. Ida’s stomach kneaded as she watched him with the little girl. She had just reached out her hand to him, caressing the sun-kissed skin there, when the clinking of spoon against glass rang out. The newlyweds and their parents were seated at the top table, the guests shuffling to their chairs. Ida tucked herself into the crook of Billy’s shoulder, leaning against his chest and inhaled his cologne. Nothing needed to be said; their minds already worked in tandem. Instead, he lazily brought his hand to graze at her waist and watched as Sofia’s father stood to address the crowd.

Ida smiled as he told stories of Sofia as a young girl, her nature vivacious from the moment she took her first breaths. The crowd laughed when tales turned to her time at university, and the arrival of the maid-of-honour in his daughter's life. Ida should have brought seriousness and study, instead their pair of girls partied and drank and somehow passed their exams. Billy pinched her side and Sofia winked at her best friend. The career, the travels, and eventually, Faisal.

“I was convinced the moment that my little girl first smiled up at me, that no-one could be a match for her. No one as brilliant, and bright, and adventurous and fun-loving. I was right.” The crowd chortled. “But then Faisal came along. Faisal with his kind eyes and his kind heart, and I watched as he and my Sofia fell in love. One day, I asked them to help me bring the weekly shop in from the car. An hour it took them. Pausing between each bag to talk. About the weather, the world, their hopes and dreams, what was on telly last night, and I knew as I watched them that he was the man for her.” He placed his hand on Faisal’s shoulder, and the groom patted it with affection. “Love isn’t a rollercoaster, or easy. Sometimes it isn’t even patient or kind. It’s soul-baring, visceral and long. I shan’t give advice to these two, so perfectly suited for a life together. But if I have anything to say it’s this; at the end of it all our hearing goes and we forget the glasses we’ve lost are on our heads. Our skin sags and our minds slow. Marry someone that sees the worst of you, all of you, and thinks the sun shines out your arse regardless.” The crowd laughed and clapped. Ida turned her head to Billy and found he was already watching her. With a wink, he kissed her forehead and raised his glass to toast his friends.

Before either of them new it, the night was drawing in. Sofia and Faisal were dancing at the centre of the room, Robbie Williams’ Angels playing on the decks.

“Wouldn’t be a wedding without it,” Billy whispered to Ida before pulling her close. Her eyes were hazy with champagne, and his own head felt as if it were full of cotton wool. She wrapped her arms around is neck and he was reminded delightfully of school discos, girls and boys stood stiffly apart as they held each other awkwardly in some strange imitation of what they had seen their parents doing. A prepubescent game of grown up. Ida kissed his neck, and Billy would have felt embarrassed about the sweat that fell there if it weren’t for the way he’d heard her inhale his scent.

“I’m done now,” she had said with her head lolling against his shoulder. “I want to get into bed.” Billy rubbed her back soothingly and watched as Faisal dipped Sofia into a kiss.

“Last song. Soon,”

Ida looked up at him. Red bloomed across his cheeks from the heat of the air, the dancing and the alcohol. Since the incident he kept his hair short, but it still managed to stick to his forehead. A long while ago the uncomfortable ties the groomsmen wore had been discarded and his floral buttonhole was lobsided. He looked how she had always known him; frayed at the edges, the young and turbulent life he had already lived playing out across the canvas of him. A hand tapped her shoulder and with difficulty she tore her eyes away from her Billy.

“We’re off,” Sofia pulled Ida into a hug. “Thank you for everything today.”

“Thanks mate,” Faisal clapped Billy on the back and lifted him off the ground in a tight embrace. They laughed together.

“Here,” Sofia pressed something into Ida’s hands and, looking down, she saw it was her bouquet. “I thought about throwing it, but I wanted you to have it.”

Ida raised her eyebrows. “What are you saying, Mrs?” Sofia waggled hers in response, then turned to pull her husband away through the dancers and towards the car waiting to whisk them to their honeymoon. Billy and Ida watched from a distance, his arms still clinging to her hips, as their friends drove away and into married life. No sooner had the car pulled out of the hotel’s dark drive was Ida wrenching Billy towards the door.

“Haven’t we got to help clear up?” He asked, looking at the family and hotel staff packing away chairs.

“We’ve done enough today. I need to get you upstairs, Wash.”

“What for?”

All breath left him. Ida looked over her shoulder, past their entwined hands and into his eyes with a determined and wolfish gaze. “Just you wait.”

Note: The title is from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, which I just adore!

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13 for the OTP thing

13- Write about your ship celebrating one of the members birthdays. From the soft OTP prompts.

I am so late in answering this, Anon-who-may-not-even-see-this, mostly because I’ve been wanting to write a full-fledged answer to this prompt but kept getting stumped by how to approach it, and had at least four different ideas:

February 22

I don’t think I’m alone in thinking HL’s fake birthday in the show is Feb 22 as per the Boys Twitter account post that he shares a birthday with George Washington. This would mean they scheduled it during the post-Christmas doldrums and nothing good on TV and not great weather, and not on the Fourth of July when every red blooded American is going to be sitting under the stars watching fireworks after a barbecue. I wouldn’t put it past them to air the special on the President’s Day Monday and not even the 22nd every year.

I wanted to write Billy watching one of the inane birthday specials in his sad apartment, drinking and scoffing and talking to himself like a sad old man, and then HL suddenly drops by and Billy’s all “whoa, I thought they aired these things live!” and HL’s all “yeah well after what happened last year they recorded it ahead 😒”, and Billy’s about to say something snarky but thinks better of it when HL is clearly here and down to fuck. They’re in a messed up enemies with benefits relationship in this version.

Fourth of July

If we follow comicsverse and the resultant wiki article, HL’s birthday is on Independence Day. Billy is having a good time at MM’s barbecue on some NYC roofdeck (he has custody of Janine on holidays), the rest of the Boys are there too, Frenchie is criticizing MM’s grilling and burger assembly techniques, Kimiko is assembling kebabs a little too aggressively, Hughie and Annie are drinking Trulys. Suddenly HL literally drops in. People on neighboring roof decks are going nuts, super pumped. The Boys are all ashen faced except maybe Kimiko who’s unfazed, and Janine is pretty enthused, and none of them want to traumatize her if at all possible, so MM is silently pleading with Billy not to escalate the situation. But Billy’s like “wtf you doing here cunt 😡” and HL’s like “First of allllllll, I’m allowed to be here” and Billy tries to object that no one invited him, but Janine’s already asking for an autograph and MM has to keep it together. And then HL is like “Also it’s my birthday, so I’d please like you all to sing happy birthday to me” and Annie’s eyes are shooting daggers because srsly, again with this stupid powerplay?? But MM is pleading with Billy to try not to turn this into a scene, and Frenchie seems down for absolutely no reason, so they all sing, pretty badly and hesitantly, and Billy distinctly says “dear supe cunt” but they do finish it out, and Billy’s dismayed that HL is maybe touched for real. And then they have a really uncomfortable remainder of a barbecue where HL plays up his aw shucks persona to Janine, and Billy is seething, but Frenchie and Hughie are kind of impressed that HL can char corn on the cob with his eyes better than the grill. They’re all very relieved when he has to leave to film his special though.

Billy’s birthday

Another enemies-with-benefits scenario. I assume Billy never does anything to mark his birthday, and figures no one knows it, but HL gets Vought Analytics to sniff it out. Billy’s hanging out in his apartment like any normal night when HL shows up with some super fancy Japanese-French bakery small cake with candles on it, and Billy bursts out laughing because it’s pretty incongruous, but then he also gets really angry, because he remembers the last person who made him a cake was Becca before 2012, and it was the exact opposite of this, homemade and kind of lopsided and the writing with icing was a mess because cake decoration wasn’t her forte. And it’s really sad and never mind I would never write this, definitely not as a oneshot 😢

HL’s real birthday

I might actually include this in my mpreg fic. I want HL’s actual birthday to be some random day in spring like they say in the show, maybe May, and for Billy to find out the real date from some godforsaken secret document from the 80s during the massive FBI investigation of all of Vought’s files. It’s something HL never found out for himself, so this piece of intel is like a gift in itself.

Labors and Dangers

William Lee is willing to do whatever it takes to get Maggie back.

(Aka I was sleep deprived. Enjoy??)

~oo00oo~

Billy wakes on a warm summer morning, and Maggie is cold and still beside him.

He screams, calls her name, begs her to come back to him. He cradles her in his arms and rocks her. He kisses her cheeks and wets them with his tears. But her eyes never blink, and her heart remains silent under his hands.

It’s only when he picks up her hand that he sees the black tree stamped on her palm: the mark of the underworld. In a moment, his grief changes to determination.

He can bring her back.

Hell had better watch out.

~oo00oo~

Billy is equally resolute. “Freedom without my Maggie ain’t no kind of freedom, sir.”

“Very well,” Washington stands, goes to one of his bookshelves, rummages a bit, and pulls down an old book of chants. He pauses in the act of handing it over.

“Sir?” Billy labors not to look or sound impatient.

Washington purses his lips. “You know you are not guaranteed success in this endeavor.”

“I know that, sir.”

Washington hands him the book. “Good luck then, I suppose.”

~oo00oo~

The ritual passes in a blur; Billy is barely aware of his own voice as he chants. The sky turns dark, and dark clouds gather seemingly from nowhere. The wind picks up, and lightning flashes overhead.

Unmoved, Billy finishes the incantation, and the air before him rips like a curtain. Nothing is visible through the gap but darkness.

He ignores the deep dread that curls in his gut, and turns to Polly, who is holding his infant son. He kisses the baby’s cheeks and whispers, “I’m coming back with your mama, sweetheart.”

And he straightens, and walks into the rip.

~oo00oo~

It feels wrong. He has a body, and yet he doesn’t. He can see with eyes he somehow knows are not real. He breathes with false lungs.

‘It’s an illusion to help you adjust to a world that isn’t really alive enough for you,’ says a gruff voice. Billy turns, finds himself on the bank of a jet black river. A boat sits on the bank, and a tired looking man stands beside it.

‘Charon?’ he asks uncertainly. The boatman looks like he could be one of the working men from the docks back home.

The boatman nods. ‘Get in.’

~oo00oo~

‘I’m sure you’re aware that releasing someone who died unnaturally is … complicated,’ says Hades.

Billy’s phantom jaw clenches. Hades looks like Washington — another illusion, Charon has told him; in this liminal space the gods appear to human visitors in the guise of people they know. It seems fitting, somehow, that Hades should wear Washington’s face.

(It’s more puzzling that the deity at Hades’ side, presumably Persephone, wears the face of the Marquis de Lafayette.)

“You wouldn’t release her at all if she’d died naturally,” he says, keeping himself from adding sir with an effort.

Hades’ lip curls. “Very astute.”

~oo00oo~

Billy has nothing to offer Hades. He possesses nothing now that he’s used up his favor from Washington.

“Your child,” says Hades.

Billy’s phantom fists tighten in anger. “You’re not touching my child a day before it’s his time.”

Hades wears Washington’s most unimpressed look. “What do you have to barter, then?”

“Myself,” Billy says without hesitation.

Hades snorts. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”

But Persephone looks at him sharply. “You, who gave up an offer of manumission from one master, would sell yourself to another?” she (he?) asks, without a trace of Lafayette’s French accent.

Billy nods.

~oo00oo~

Seven earthly years Billy labors for Hades: he drives the souls of the dead that Charon doesn’t have time to get to. Turns out there’s a multitude of unlucky humans pressed into similar indentures, often for similar reasons.

The work is grueling: another benefit of being human in a liminal space, his phantom body can tire.

Hades seems to revel in the knowledge that Billy understands the significance of the seven years; he seems to want Billy to suspect a trick.

But when Persephone returns that last winter, she makes Hades honor the deal. ‘You’ve had your laugh,’ she says.

~oo00oo~

Hades sets Billy on the shadowed path back to the living world. “Don’t look back, or try to talk,” he says. “If she wants to follow you, she’ll follow you.

Billy doesn’t trust Hades, but he has little choice, so he sets off. The road is rough, plunging into valleys and climbing mountains — can Maggie make it? He doesn’t know if she can climb. Or does she even care to try?

He wonders this as the valleys get wider and the mountains steeper. He can’t hear her behind him … should he? Or is silence that part of the trick?

~oo00oo~

After what feels like an eternity of dark silence, the light at the end of the road almost hurts his phantom eyes. Hope fills his phantom chest, and he climbs the last mountain so fast that his overstrained phantom knees give out on him. He has to crawl almost on his stomach for the last few yards.

He crawls into the light, his arms aching with exhaustion, and doesn’t stop until he’s sure he’s put the underworld behind him. Even then he doesn’t turn, doesn’t speak. He will sit with his back to the gateway forever, but he dares not —

~oo00oo~

Her arms are around him and she’s kissing him. “Oh my Will, you came for me!”

Billy twists around and pulls her into his arms. “‘Course I came for you, Maggie,” he says, staring up into her face, drinking in her beauty for the first time in seven years.

“Billy?” a voice calls, and Billy looks up. He and Maggie are half lying on the grass by the house at Mt. Vernon, and it’s Frank calling.

A small boy comes running out to greet them, and as one Billy and Maggie stretch out their arms for their son.

They are home.

~oo00oo~ ~oo00oo~ ~oo00oo~

Omg I wrote a 10x100! In one night too! If it reads like a fever dream, that’s because it is one.

I haven’t seen Hadestown and I don’t know the soundtrack, but I have been listening to the song ‘Way Down Hadestown.’ I love it so much! I was also kinda inspired by it: lines like ‘Mr. Hades is a mean ol’ boss / With a silver whistle and a golden scale’ especially made me think of Washington. (There isn’t any such thing as a good slave owner, but Washington wasn’t really even one of the nicer ones, the bastard.)

Wouldn’t you know, Lafayette apparently either had or bought a plantation house in France at some point, set all the slaves free, gave them education and options, and then proceeded to pay wages to the people who remained? That’s primarily what made me think of him as connected to Persephone. Plus, you know, Washette.

Oh yeah, in case you didn’t know, the seven years thing is in reference to Jacob’s agreement with Laban to marry Rachel. It’s a story Hades knows Billy’s likely familiar with, hence why Billy’s tense about it (Laban ended up cheating Jacob into working another seven years for him). He thinks it’s quite funny to make Billy work for seven earth years to get his wife back too. Har see har, Hades.

Uhhh, I dunno, Polly’s Frank’s wife/Billy’s sister-in-law. I made her up, I have no idea if the real Frank Lee was married. Also! Apparently there’s an indication that Billy Lee had a child at some point (name and gender unknown).

Billy’s wife Margaret (whom I’m anachronistically calling Maggie again) did apparently get the grudging OK from Washington to join Billy at Mt Vernon, but there aren’t any records there of her ever living there. They keep pretty good records at Mt Vernon, so if Margaret had ever lived there, I think we’d know. Also Margaret was reportedly ill at some unspecified point. All of which to say, I think it’s historically possible she died either before or very soon after ever arriving at Mt Vernon.

Also a very clumsy reference to Billy’s knee problems later in life!

It’s not like everything’s gonna be okay, obviously. Seven years have passed by on earth; Billy at least is returning to slavery; his son doesn’t actually know him or Maggie yet. What becomes of them all? I don’t know.

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I’ll Be Seeing You | Robert Fischer x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Dream

Fandom: Inception

Words: 1354

A/N: Been meaning to write some stuff for some of Cillian Murphy’s characters and had rewatched Inception. I started to think what else that technology could be used for, and this fic came about. I rewrote it twice because I make things complicated on myself and the final result is always the easiest to write.

-

The mind is a complicated maze and there are many that make it a profession to navigate through them. A few, however, go deeper than that. While others interpret and study the mind, thoughts and ideas could also be extracted or planted.

You knew you were in a dream. You were standing at the George Washington bridge, leaning against the railing and watching people come and go. It was a place you went to often as a student when you wanted to think. But, you knew you weren’t physically in New York. You were in a hotel room in London where you had to attend a business meeting.

The last couple of months had been stressful, but hopefully, with the new deal, it would all be worth it. You breathed in deeply, the smell of salt and exhaust would have been filling your nostrils. As you exhaled, you turned to walk back to your old apartment.

Your feet carried you to a familiar part of the neighborhood and you felt a bittersweet taste in your mouth at the sight of it. The mom-and-pop businesses, people jogging, students walking home from school, the art running along the wall. You missed this place.

Once you had gone up to your apartment floor, you saw a familiar figure. Tall and lean man with neatly styled hair and a tailored suit.

“Robert?” you said in surprise. Why was he here?

He turned, those haunting blue eyes greeting you as he smiled. “(Y/n), I was hoping to catch you,” he said.

“Why are you suddenly here?” You walked around him, keys at the ready to open the door.

“You must be thinking of me,” he joked, “Or how else would I be here?”

“I don’t know.”

You opened your apartment door, cautiously letting him in. Since it was your dream, you could always manipulate a few things if it gets out of control. Until then…

“Now, why would I be thinking of you?” you wondered out loud, plopping down in an armchair.

Robert shrugged. “You must’ve missed me.”

“I don’t,” you answered sharply.

He looked around your apartment and sat himself on the couch near you, leaning back as if he owned the place. Your eyes scanned his form, wondering why he had showed up. He looked the same as the last time you saw him, back when he was trying to follow his father’s footsteps. So much had happened since then.

“So, what have you been up to lately?” he asked casually.

You crossed your arms. “You know what it is already.”

Robert huffed out a laugh at your stubbornness. “Humor me, (Y/n/n).”

“You used to hate it when I do. Nothing was funny to mister Robert Fischer, successor of daddy Fischer’s company,” you said sarcastically. “Nothing was right. Nothing was easy. Nothing was ever enough.”

He sighed in defeat, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Look, I’m sorry. There were things I’ve said that I shouldn’t have said. I was angry and stressed and it clouded my thinking. I’m sorry, (Y/n), and you were right to leave me.”

You felt your heart squeezed at his words. It was what you had always wanted to hear from him all these years. After you broke up, you had not spoken to him ever again. You moved away and started your own business that had been gradually thriving.

He stood up, shrugging off his suit jacket and walked over to one of your many bookshelves where you had a couple of picture frames placed. Graduation pictures, birthday polaroids, and a few framed certifications and achievements on the wall next to them.

“I’ve been reading about your business in the news. I’m happy for you,” he said with a genuine smile, pointing at the picture that you took with the starting crew of your business.

“Thank you.”

He moved on to the books that filled the rest of the shelves, running a slender finger over the spines and stopping at the small photo albums. You quickly stood up as he pulled one out that you were sure he was familiar with. He flipped it open and was greeted with a picture of the two of you from college at a bar with your friends doing a pub quiz. He smiled, taking his time at looking at each and every photo that you had foolishly kept. This physical one was still in a storage bin, but it didn’t mean that it no longer existed.

“I miss you,” he whispered, blue eyes flicking towards you as you walked up to him.

You crossed your arms again. “You never called,” you said softly, and hating yourself because of it. Now was not the time to feel small.

He slid the photo album back and turned his body to face you. His eyes roamed your face, as if trying to memorize it, hands slowly rising to grab your arms. Then, he slowly led you towards the middle of the living room, leaving your side to fiddle with the record player that he remembered he had gifted you for your birthday.

Billie Holiday’s voice filled the room as Robert walked back to you, and offered you a hand.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed, looking away so he wouldn’t see you smile, but it was too late. You relented, taking his hand and allowing him to gather you in his arms. He began to sway with the music, resting his head against yours.

“I miss you so much,” he muttered again into your shoulder.

You sighed, wrapping your arms tightly around him. “I miss you, too. I hate that I do, but I can’t stay mad at you for this long.”

The two of you stayed like that until the song finished. Then, Robert pulled back, holding your face in his hands.

“Come back with me,” he said.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Wake up,” he said firmly, “Please. Wake up.”

You blinked in confusion. Suddenly, there were flashes of the streets of London. You had gone to have a quick walk to think when it started to rain heavily. The roads were instantly flooded, cars splashing water onto the sidewalks as they drove past.

Non, je ne regrette rien started to play, echoing around the room and seemingly not having any source. Robert looked around, eyes widened in panic.

“Please, come back with me,” he pleaded.

A car turned a corner near you and lost control.

“I… okay. But I don’t understand-” you said as the music grew louder.

You had been frozen in place as the car skidded onto the sidewalk, then…

Darkness.

Robert closed his eyes and you did the same, forcing yourself to wake up.

-

Non, je ne regrette rien was playing softly as you woke up. Your body felt heavy and your limbs were too stiff to move. You blinked, your eyes adjusting to the light as you looked around. White walls, white curtains, white blankets, white bed with metal railings, an IV drip in your arm and a cast on your leg. You were in the hospital.

You heard someone sigh in relief next to you. The music stopped and a thin man with dark hair came into view. The person that was next to you walked up to him and shook his hand.

“Thank you,” he said to the man.

“No problem, Fischer,” the man said. “About time we use this stuff for good.”

“Robert?” you strained to say with your dry throat.

He whipped his head around, showing his disheveled hair and bags under his blue eyes. The man looked between you two and offered a small smile, packing his things and left without a word. Robert rushed to your side, gently picking up your hand as if it might shatter with too much force.

“What happened?” you asked. “How did I-”

Robert shushed you, pressing the button above to call in a nurse. “I’ll explain later, love. You’re back now,” he said, slowly standing up.

“Don’t leave.”

“I won’t. I’ll be nearby. I promise.”

It's ok to hurt me, I'm not worth much (one-shot)

Billy Washington X (Store Clerk Reader)

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A/N: this is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written so please don't judge me too harshly 🤣🤣 I was inspired by the video someone posted of Billy whining and I couldn't help myself.🤣

Warnings: depression, self-loathing, oral sex (M receiving)

When you met Billy Washington, he seemed like a moderately happy guy. He must have had a flat nearby because he was in your cornerstore quite often. He would come alone, or sometimes he would be in the company of a pretty woman hands intertwined they seemed like a happy couple.

When he would come to the counter with his items for purchase, he would always have a friendly smile and ask how you have been doing. You loved it when he came into the store. Mostly because you could stare at him when he did. He was handsome. He had a tall, slender figure. A sharp jawline with piercing blue eyes and shaggy hair.

You didn't flirt with him because you were aware he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who you surmised was one of the luckiest women you had ever met. She was as beautiful as he was. Light features and a soft laugh.

You always looked forward to his visits, though. You paid such close attention that you picked up on subtle changes. It started with the pretty girl. You noticed that for weeks on end, she had not accompanied him. Then, it was his smile. It seemed each time you saw him that beautiful smile of his got smaller and smaller until there was no smile at all. Then the fluffy hair on his head hung down in what looked like oily globs. His previously clean shaven face now littered with patches of mismatched hairs that looked like a young boy trying to grow a beard for the first time.

You couldn't help but wonder, what had happened to this cheeky adorable man?

You were getting ready to close down the shop. It was a Friday night and you planned on going to the pub with a few friends to unwind. You were counting the till when the little bell over the door interrupted your thoughts. You had thought you locked the door.

"I'm sorry were closing up" you said not looking up.

"Possible just to get a quick pack o smokes?"

You lift your head quickly at the recognition of his voice. Although it no longer sounded cheeky instead shakey and unsure you would still recognize it anywhere.

"Oh, sure. Can't deny you now can I?" You joke while grabbing his brand of smokes from behind the counter and placing them in front of you.

He looks an utter mess. Eyes glossy, hair disheveled, clothes unkempt.

He gives you a half smile that doesn't make it to his eyes. You put your hand over the pack and bite your bottom lip.

"I'll give you these.... IF you answer some questions" You feel a small burst of adrenaline you have never been this forward.

He looks at you confused "questions?" He scratches at his temple. You notice his hand is injured and wrapped in gauze.

"Yep. We have a deal?" You pick up the pack and wiggle it back and fourth in front of him.

"Yeah, alright, I'm not too interesting though"

"I'll be the judge of that." You move from behind the counter and flip the open sign to closed and lock the door. You pull down the blinds over the windows and the last one over the door.

"No interruptions." You go back behind the counter and pull out two stools, bringing them to where Billy is standing. He is shifting his weight from foot to foot. Running the flat of his palms down the front of his pants, no doubt, trying to wipe off the sweat that has started to accumulate there.

You move the two stools so they are facing each other.

"Sit" you motion to one of the stools.

He hesitates, looking between you and the stools with confusion.

"You're fidgety, sit"

He lets out a shakey light laugh and sits down on the stool and you sit down on the stool you had set up across from him.

"Ok.... first question" you look into his eyes he looks so nervous. It endearing.

"What happened to the pretty girl that was always in here with you?"

"Becky.... oh yeah that..... didn't work out" he looks down at his feet nervously tapping them together.

You fight the smirk that wants to crawl across your face. "Is that the reason for all of this?" You wave your hands towards him.

"All of what?" He looks at you confused.

"The dirty hair? Unkempt clothes? No longer shaving?"

"W-what? N-no. " he pats down his hair and brushes off his clothes self-consciously. "I've got a lot of different things going on at the moment"

"Explain it to me" you say gently.

He looks away, not wanting to make eye contact. "You don't want to hear any of this." he nervously runs his fingers through his hair.

"But I do" you scoot your stool forward so your knees are near touching as you reach down and squeeze his with your hand. "Tell me"

His eyes go wide as he stares at your hand on his knee and clears his throat. "U-umm... got rejected from the army"

"That's not a big deal loads of people do" you run your hand up his thigh and back down to his knee in a comforting gesture.

He keeps his head down watching your hand "no not my family. Not just once but a lot of times."

"So..... choose a different career path, " you say now using your thumb to rub circles on his knee.

"Can't keep a job." He lets out a huff mixed with a laugh

"Then you haven't found the right one"

He finally lifts his head and looks at you. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because that happy funny man I always loved to see has disappeared. I would like to find him and bring him back. " You get off the stool and stand in front of him.

"Trust me, I'm not worth it," he says, dejected.

"Hey," you put your hands on his cheeks and lift his face to look at you. His blue eyes are so sad that you feel yourself melt a little. You rub your thumbs along his cheekbones. "What has you saying a terrible thing like that?"

He allows you to keep his head in your hands and keeps looking up at you. "They all tell me. They ain't wrong."

You think he looks like a little puppy that needs to be rescued in this moment. "They hurt you, huh?" You continued caressing his cheekbones. He raises his arms as if he is going to rest them on your hips but instead lets them fall back into his lap.

"It's ok to hurt me, I'm not worth much," your heart breaks as he finally looks away from you, putting his hands over yours and lowering them off of his face.

You kneel down in front of him and place your hands on his knees. He looks at you completely confused.

"Umm.... ermmm.... what are you doing?" He runs the palms of his hands against his pants.

"I want to show you that you are important." He stays silent, eyes wide just staring at you.

You run your hands from his knees up his thighs and back down while you both maintain eye contact.

"H-how would you do that?" He gulps loudly.

"I have a few ideas." You scoot in closer, spreading his legs apart, settling yourself in between them.

"What makes you feel good" you say to him in your best sultry voice.

He's just looking at you, jaw slack. After a few minutes, he finally half responds. "Huh?"

"Well, you have been feeling bad. So -" You run both hands from his knees all the way up to his hips, lingering for a moment before running them back down."I would like to know what makes you feel good"

He makes a small whimpering sound as his eyes quickly scan your face. "If you won't tell me, I guess I will just have to figure it out. If what I'm doing makes you feel bad, you just tell me, yeah?"

He barely squeaks out an "Uh hu"

You run your hands up and down his thighs a few more times and click your tongue. "Tsk tsk so tense, Billy."

He makes another small whimpering noise lighting a fire in your belly. You bring your hands back up to his hips and then slide them under his shirt.

He holds his breath but doesn't pull away. Your hands slowly slide out of his shirt and over his waistband and down into his lap.

When your hands brush lightly over his manhood under his joggers, he lets out a slightly louder whine and his hips jolt forward. You start to caress him through his joggers as he is involuntarily bucking his hips lightly.

"So responsive, sweet boy," he whimpers again as you bring your hands back up to his waistband and start to shimmy them down just enough to free his throbbing member.

"Well, that's impressive" you say while looking and his fully erect cock thats already wet with precum.

Billy is breathing heavily but doesn't say anything he stares at your hand as you wrap it around him.

"Oh shit" he says in a whimper as you start moving your hand up and down in precise motions along his cock not fully gripping.

"It's so pretty" you say and fully grip him as he lets out a gasp. His hands gripping the sides of the stool.

You lean in as if you're inspecting it, making sure your breath can be felt on the tip.

Billy whimpers again, his hips slightly shifting. You give the tip a kitten lick and then look up at billy. His eyes are wide and his mouth open completely entranced.

You take his right hand and place it on the back of your neck before leaning completely forward and taking the head of his cock in your mouth. You feel the hand on your neck start to squeeze, and you hear him starting to pant above you.

You take as much into your mouth as you can and grip the rest with your hand as you start bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks. Billy slides his hand up from your neck into your hair.

"P-p-please don't stop," he says in between whimpers. You start to move your head more vigorously. Feeling his cock battering the back of your throat. His whimpering is getting steadily louder, and his hips start to buck up off the stool. His hand gripping your hair as if he is hanging on for dear life.

You lower your head as far down as you can until it causes you to gag. Billy moves to pull your hair back with both his hands, watching your every move intently.

"Oh, I'm gonna, oh no, I'm gonna." He doesn't finish his sentence before you feel his cock pulse I'm your mouth as his seed shoots down your throat.

You make sure to swallow everything he gives you and then rise to your feet. He sits on the stool face flushed with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"I bet you really need that pack a smokes now, huh?" You say cheekily as you walk back around to the back of the counter.

Billy is still speechless sitting on the stool, and he hasn't moved an inch yet. Only his eyes are following you around the room.

You go back over to him, sitting in the stool and handing the pack of cigarettes to him. He stares at the pack blankly, not moving.

You giggle, taking his hand and placing the cigarettes in them. This contact seems to wake him up, and he looks at you.

"T-thank you"

You smile sweetly at him. "I have to finish closing this place up now.

"Oh yeah, sure i should....." he looks down and gets himself back into his joggers.

"I should probably get out of your way then," he stands up. He looks over at you like he wants to say something else but can't bring himself to do so. He walks to the door and opens it to step out.

"Billy?" He stops and looks at you.

"I expect to see that happy smiling man back in here. I have a surprise. I can't wait to give him"

Billy dawns a giant cheeky grin that lights up his face.

"I think he will be coming to this store often"

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A short oneshot I wrote centering around Jason and Kim reuniting after "Forever Red" Home Jason Scott stopped his bike outside of the building to his right. He leaned over and rested his right foot on the ground as he raised the visor on his helmet. He frowned when he saw the sign on the door. His eyes darted around the property as his mind was flooded with memories of many moments spent at the now closed Youth Center. Jason lowered his head for a moment and then raised it to get one more good look before he flipped his visor back down and rode the motorcycle on past the building. The town had not changed much in the five years since he had seen it last. It was as if Angel Grove was stuck in a time capsule and perpetually stayed the same. The few differences Jason did see, were mostly just closed businesses and empty buildings here and there. The bike came to rest in front of a stop light and Jason glanced down the street to see a coffee shop. He suddenly realized he could go for a cup. Jason accelerated at the turn of the light and made the short ride to pull into the parking lot of the establishment. He parked the bike in an open spot next to the building and shut it off. He sat for a moment looking around before turning his attention on the business in front of him. It had been in town as long as he could remember although he hardly ever frequented it as he had only recently developed a taste for coffee. Jason got off the bike and placed his helmet on it. He made his way over to the door of the building and pulled it open. He smiled as he heard the bell jingle over his head to signal his arrival and he stepped inside and looked around. He saw a waitress look at him and he made his way over to the counter. He studied the menu for just a moment before deciding on a plain black coffee and a glazed doughnut. He only had to wait just a few moments before both items were placed in front of him. Jason took his items and made his way over to a table next to the window and sat down. He glanced out the window to see he had a great view of the main part of the city which was just below him in the distance. He turned back to his doughnut and picked it up and took a bite. He smiled approvingly and then took a sip of his coffee. It was hot and burned his tongue slightly but compared to the soreness he was feeling in his shoulder from the battle he had just been in, it was a welcome distraction. "Jason?" A soft voice from behind him, jarred him out of his thoughts. Suddenly he was transported back in time to the last time he had heard the voice. It was four years ago and it was on the other side of the country. Jason turned to his left to make sure he wasn't hearing things. His eyes fell on her and he almost choked on the breath that caught in his throat. "Kim?" Jason responded as he locked eyes with Kimberly Hart. She was standing next to his table looking down at him with a big smile on her face. He wasted no time in standing up and pulling her into a hug. It was only after they were entangled in an embrace that Jason realized his body had done this unconsciously. He closed his eyes as he relished the feeling of her in his arms. "Oh my gosh.. Jason." Kim said, her voice layered with emotion as she pulled away so she could look up at him. Each of them began to study the other's features. Trying to see if their eyes matched their memories. "Wow.. I.. it's been a long time." Jason finally managed to get out as he motioned to his table and both of them sat down across from one another. "Four years." Kimberly stated as she got comfortable in her chair and rested her arms on the table in front of her. "Yeah..." Jason replied as he sat back in his chair and found himself blinking his eyes a couple of times. "So... what are you doing in town?" She questioned. "Oh.." Jason ran his hand through his hair and then leaned forward to place his hands on the table. "Actually... Tommy called me... said he needed my help.. and I met him just outside of town and um... well I.. I was a Ranger again." "Wow.." Kim responded as Jason could tell she was taken it in. "I... I'm not even sure how to respond to that." "Hey.. I wasn't sure how to respond to his call at first either." Jason responded. "But.. I mean he said he needed me and.." "And of course you would come." Kimberly finished his words, with a sad smile forming on her face. "Yeah.. I guess.. once a Ranger.." Jason began. "Always a Ranger." Kim finished. Jason nodded as he took another sip of his coffee. "I take it everything went well?" She questioned as she scanned his features once more. "Yeah... I'm a little more sore than usual.. but otherwise we saved the day I guess." Jason answered as he took a mental note of the pain in his shoulder once more. There was a moment of silence as both considered their next words. "So.. how have you been?" "Good.." She replied simply. "You?" "Good." He echoed. "You living here now?" "Yeah." She answered. He nodded. "What about you?" "No.. um.. I live up north.. Washington to be exact." Jason responded. "Oh.. I hear it's nice up there." She stated. "It is." He replied. "So.. um.. are you the only one here now?" "No... Zack, Billy, Trini and Adam still live here too." Kim answered. Upon hearing their names, it suddenly occurred to Jason how out of touch he was. His dearest friends and yet he wasn't even sure where they all lived anymore. He never meant to lose touch, but life just kind of happened and outside of the occasional call around holidays he hardly spoke to any of his former Ranger teammates. "I'm sure they'd love to see you too." "I am.. I'm just kind of passing through on my way back home." Jason replied before shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Being here with Kim now and discussing his old friends. It was one part wonderful but it was also painful as well. He suddenly really regretted moving away all of those years ago and losing touch. "Oh.." She replied with the disappointment very evident in her voice. This caught Jason's attention and he sat up a little straighter in his seat. This prompted Kim to look up and meet his eyes. "I'm sorry." Jason found his mouth speaking before his mind could stop it. "For what?" She inquired. Jason considered the question for moment and he suddenly knew why he was apologizing. "For.. leaving you." He replied candidly. He watched for Kim's reaction and he could see the flash of hurt in her eyes. "It's.. it's okay Jase." She stated. "No.. it's really not.." He rebutted. "We... it was a long time ago." She stated. "I was stupid." Jason said bluntly. This prompted Kim's eyes to light up and she leaned forward in her seat as if to get closer to him. "Wha.." She began. "I shouldn't have left." He softly interjected. "It's my biggest regret." "Jason.." She said as she tried to determine what to do with his words. "Kim.. the way I felt about you... I don't think I ever really got over that." Jason said as he leaned back in his chair dejectedly. "I... why did you leave then?" She questioned. His gaze went from her to out the window as he tried to think of an answer to that question. "I have asked myself that question a million times in the last four years." He responded as he turned his attention back to her. "I have never been able to give myself a good answer..." "You said it was because of what happened on Murianthis... and the nightmares." Kim stated as she recalled their last conversation. "Yeah... well that was what I believed at the time... I had to get away to start fresh to shake it..." Jason reacted. "Why couldn't we do that together?" Kim asked the question that had been eating at her. Jason took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. "I was stupid." He responded. "I thought that I needed to be alone because I didn't want you to get hurt." "But Jason.." She began loudly but lowered her voice. "You leaving... that's what hurt me." "I'm so sorry Kim." Jason as he heard the pain still fresh in her voice. "And.. it didn't help... nothing has helped... but.." "But what?" She questioned. "Today... morphing... it.. I feel different." Jason replied. "I think it broke whatever effect that that place held over me." "That's good." Kim said as she offered him a small smile. "What about you.. how.. I mean has it bothered you?" He questioned. "Not anymore.. I think it was the Gold Ranger powers that made it effect you so differently." Kim explained. "Those powers became part of you and once Maligore... I just think it stayed inside of you.." "You are probably right." Jason replied. "Whatever caused it.. I'm just glad I don't feel it anymore." "Me too." Kim said, before she reached across the table to place her hand on his. He looked down at her smaller hand on top of his for a moment. She started to remove it and pull it away but he reached up and recaptured it. He held her hand in his now as he raised his eyes to her. "How have you really been?" He asked. "Like anyone else.. good times.. bad times.." She replied as she found her whole body becoming warm as he held her hand. "Um.. is there.." He began. "There's no one." She responded as if she could read his mind. Jason marveled at her ability to do that. It had been even more evident since what happened on the island those years ago. It connected them on a deeper level somehow. "You?" "No." He answered. "I uh... not something I have been looking for." "Why not?" She questioned as she resisted the urge to smile at the way his thumb was tracing circles on the back of her hand the same way he used to do. "It was you or no one." He answered. She turned her head slightly at him before the smile finally formed on her face. He returned the smile and gave her hand a light squeeze. "I miss you." She informed him. "I miss you too." He answered. They sat in silence for several moments as both tried to determine where the conversation was taking them. A waitress dropped a plate behind them and jarred them out of their thoughts and they reluctantly pulled their hands away from each other. Kim's came to rest in her lap and Jason's circled around his coffee cup. "So um... you are just passing through huh?" She asked, referencing his earlier comment. "Yeah.." He answered. "Heading... home." "I um.. guess I won't keep you." She stated as she stood up from her chair. Jason watched her and he felt paralyzed all of the sudden. It was as if he couldn't speak or move as she waited for him to do so. After a several moments she spoke again. "Bye Jason... don't be such a stranger next time." Jason watched as Kimberly retrieved her purse and then turned to make her way towards the exit of the shop. He blinked a few times to try to snap himself out of the trance he had found himself in. He heard the door close as she disappeared out of view and he jumped up and hurried out after her. Jason stepped outside and looked around. He saw her opening her car door and he jogged over to her. "Kim.. wait." Jason said as he put his hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him. "What is it?" She asked. "I.." He hesitated. "I just don't want you to go." "Why?" She questioned as she looked up at him. "I... I still.." He began. "I still love you." "Jason.." She began. "You are leaving again." "I..." He understood what she meant. "Let's not do this." She finished her thought. "What's the point?" She turned back to her car and opened the door. She was just about to get in when Jason reached down to take her by the hand again. She did a half turn towards him again. "The point is... four years ago... you tried to stop me from leaving... and I stupidly didn't listen to you." He explained. "But now... I... I guess I'm hoping that you'll stop me again, because I'm ready to listen." He watched as she stepped back and closed the door of her car. She moved stand closer to him and looked up at him. He matched her gaze and waited to see what her reaction would be. He wouldn't blame her if she told him to buzz off and a big part of him was expecting that reaction. He had convinced himself she'd say that so much so that he was surprised to hear the next word out of her mouth. "Stay." She said simply with a small smile. He could see a tear fall down her cheek and he furrowed his brow as he tried to understand if it was a good thing or bad. "Jason.. I understand why you felt like you had to leave... but you were wrong... we could have gotten through it together." "I know that now." He answered as he reached up to wipe the tear off her cheek. "Good.. so.. stay." She replied as she reached up to place her hand over his. He leaned down tentatively to kiss her. She met him halfway. Suddenly all of the reasons he felt he had to leave vanished away from his mind. "Kim.. I'm.." He began. "No more apologies Jase." She interrupted him. "What's done is done.. the past is the past.. but we are here now and that's what matters." He smiled and pulled her into a hug. He wasn't sure how he'd ever gotten so lucky to find someone like Kim. Although he knew he had blown it for them the last time. He also knew that this time he would never leave her again. No matter what happened he had come to realize that peace would not be found apart from her. He smiled as she pulled away and leaned up to kiss him again. "So... since you are staying.. I'm sure there are some other people that would love to see you again." She stated with a smile. He nodded and smiled in return. "I'd like that." He responded. "It's good to be home."

𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

💗= 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 ✍ = 𝑶𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈

💗 Come Back To Me They had always been opposites, and sometimes Ida thought that the only thing she and Billy had in common was their childhood. Pulled in different directions, a series of events throughout one summer heatwave will change everything. Multi Chapter Series Pairing: Billy Washington x Ida Súilleabháin (OC) Genre: Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Angst Content Warnings: Smut, Strong Language, Violence, Depictions of Racism (TV canon), Depictions of Terrorism (TV canon), Injury Detail, Trigger Point (TV) Spoilers.

💗 An Ever Fixed Mark A year after the events at Cranstead Fields, Billy and Ida meet at the altar... Oneshot Pairing: Billy Washington x Ida Súilleabháin (OC) Genre: Friends to Lovers Content Warnings: Strong Language, Underage Drinking minor spoilers for Come Back To Me and Trigger Point (TV)

💗 Recollections A Come Back To Me companion piece. Snapshots of Billy and Ida throughout their childhood. Oneshot Pairing: Billy Washington x Ida Súilleabháin (OC) Genre: Friends to Lovers Content Warnings: Strong Language, Underage Drinking minor spoilers for Come Back To Me and Trigger Point (TV)

💗 The Ashes In My Wake On a night out, Billy struggles to keep his anger in check. Oneshot Pairing: Billy Washington x Unnamed OFC Genre: Established Relationship, Angst Content Warnings: Strong Language, Minor Smut,Violence, Depictions of Mental Health, Trigger Point (TV) Spoliers

✍️ Damage Gets Done Part of ☆ @arcielee's 1k challenge Pairing: Billy Washington x Reader (third person)

💗Curl Into Me Billy comforts you during your period Pairing: Billy Washington x Reader Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff Content Warning: Language, Talk of Feminine Health, Suggestive Language

💗 Advent Billy knocks on his neighbour's door with a case of the wobbles. Part of the Twelve Days of Christmas Pairing: Billy Washington x Reader Genre: Fluff Content Warning: Language, Panic Attacks