Billy Butcher x platonic!reader

⚠️Warning: Minor character death

"So whose house are we going to exactly?" Hughie asks.

"She's an old friend." Billy answers.

"I didn't know you had friends." He jokes.

"She was before Becca." Billy says. He rings the doorbell and you open the door.

"No." She says.

"Y/N please."

"Go away Billy."

"We need your help." You roll your eyes. "Please. It's not just about me. It's about them too." You look past Billy and see a group of people. You sigh and let everyone in your house. "That's Hughie, Frenchie, the Female—"

"Kimiko." Frenchie corrects.

"Yeah. Whatever. And that's M.M." You raise your eyebrow.

"What does that stand for?"

"Mother's Milk." M.M. says as he shifts the weight to his other foot.

"Seriously?" He nods. "You named yourself after breastmilk?" He nods again. "Ok..." Billy looks around.

"Where's Oliver?"

"Are you serious?" Billy looks at you with confusion.

"Where is he Y/N?" You race into another room and come back out, throwing a piece of paper at him. He picks it up off the floor and looks at it. "Y/N... when?"

"Years ago. Back when you didn't give a shit."

"Y/N—"

"What? What do you want me to say Butcher? What do you want me to say?"

"When?" He asks again.

"He was four. His heart problems came back." Billy stumbles back.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"Fuck out of here. Are you kidding me? You honestly thought I would call you?"

"He was my godson goddamn it!"

"Who you forgot about!" You yell back.

"Maybe we should go..." M.M. says.

"No!" Billy says. "Everyone stay where they are. You should have told me."

"You left us! When Becca disappeared you cut everyone out of your life. You turned your back on us." Your eyes fill with tears. "You were my best friend. You and Oliver and Becca were all I had. And then Becca disappeared and he died and I—" You can't keep the tears from streaming down your face. Billy steps forward but you step back. "And you know what makes it even worse? He asked for you. While he was in the hospital. Where's Uncle Billy? Why isn't Uncle Billy here and that broke my heart. He died asking for you. You hurt my child Billy. And anyone that hurts my child, I want nothing to do with."

"You think you're the only one hurting right now? I loved that kid too and you just throw this In Loving Memory card bullshit at me and expect me not to be mad? I loved you both." You scoff.

"You have a hell of a way of showing it." Billy tries to hug you again but you look at him.

"Y/N. Please. Don't fight me." Billy takes you in his arms as you sob heavily. "I am so sorry." He cries. "Please forgive me. I am sorry."

~

"You know they gave her a headstone." The two of you stand outside sharing a smoke, a habit you picked up after Oliver.

"I know. Rachel called me. I didn't go. It seemed stupid to give a headstone to someone who's missing."

"I broke it."

"Broke what? The headstone?" He nods.

"With a sledgehammer." You chuckle and shake your head. You take the bracelet off your wrist and hand it to him.

"He'd want you to have it. It seems only right. You bought it for him." Billy takes it and puts it on his wrist. "Do you think Becca knew?"

"If she did, she didn't say anything. He looked too much like you."

"After you left, he looked more and more like you everyday."

"And Oliver?"

"He was a smart kid. I think he knew something." You take a puff. "You know I never did thank you. I mean like really thank you." He snorts.

"For what? Persuading you to get completely fucking shitfaced with me because I was completely shitfaced?" You nod.

"Something good came out of it."

"Yeah." He sighs. "Something did." He looks at you. "Let's make another one."

"Excuse me?"

"Come on. Becca's been gone for a while now."

"You didn't come here for a fuck. You came here because you're in deep shit."

"That's the best time to make a baby! It's more exciting." You roll your eyes.

"Same old Billy Butcher. You never change." You put your cigarette out and go back inside.

"So is that a yes or a no?" He calls out.