#drunk!billy

[holy-harringrove]

Have we considered that when Billy gets drunk, he gets violently affectionate and therefore unable to keep his hands to himself?

He gets too drunk and someone is catching hands.

The choices you make determine if catching his hands leads to the best night of your life or ends in the hospital.

Choose wisely.

[dylanobrusso]

Comfort

requested by anon! thank you! I sort of continued it from this a lil drabble I’ve previously posted. This basically picks up from drunk!billy being at reader’s place and sleeping on the couch.

“can I request reader comforting billy, maybe after he has a bad nightmare or after finding out about his childhood? xx”

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Billy was a very closed off person. Despite the friendship you two had, you didn’t know too much about him actually. Obviously you knew he was a total flirt-very comfortable with his sexuality and not shy at all. He isn’t afraid to take what he wants and fight for what he can’t so easily get. He’s extremely professional but can also be very easy going in the right setting. Obviously you knew he served in the Marines with Frank and Curt. You knew he didn’t have the best childhood - he was brought up in a group home and spent some time in various foster homes. After he left the Marines, he worked from the ground up to form Anvil. You also knew about Rawlins and how he used and took advantage of Billy...and how it blew everything to shit. But that was another story for another day.

But you still didn’t really know Billy.

He was always encouraging you to tell him anything that was bothering you, anything you had going on...but you never wanted to unload on him. He knew you had your own shit you dealt with and he was always ready to lend a listening ear; you just weren’t always quick to open up. You were like that with all of your friends. You ultimately mirrored what they put out there - if they were open with you and told you their life story, you were an open book to them in return. And if they kept things to themselves, you respected it and kept your business to your own self as well.

You and Billy just had that understanding. You two would joke with each other and hang out sometimes, but that was the extent of your relationship. Sure you’d hope that he knew he could tell you anything that may be bothering him, but you knew he wouldn’t ever do that. Just like you wouldn’t ever tell him anything too personal. You two had your own personal demons. Your own monsters under your beds. Hiding in your closets. Neither of you ever felt the need to share those things with each other. You didnt think there would be a day where you’d be there when he was having an episode, a flashback, PTSD if you will.

Billy was drunk but this wasn’t new. What was new was him showing up at yours and Curtis’ apartment after 4 in the morning saying he just wanted to see you...and Curt. You two had walked Billy to the couch, but Billy had grabbed ahold of your hand and asked you to sit with him. You figured you’d wait for him to pass out so you can go back to your room, but you were about ready to fall sleep yourself...it also didn’t help that Billy had put his legs up on across your lap, basically trapping you.

You’re lucky you’re drunk, Russo.

In any other scenario, you would’ve pushed his legs off and given him the finger. You could hear Billy laughing at you and shrugging it off as him “just wantin’ to cuddle”.

But this wasn’t any other scenario. This was 4:45 on Saturday morning. He was shitfaced; you were exhausted. He was lounged on your couch AND you while you sat there with the most unamused expression.

He was still holding your hand and you tried not to shift too much on the sofa so you wouldn’t disturb him. You wanted him to fall asleep already so you could attempt to get up and go back to bed. You glanced over and saw he had his eyes closed but his breathing wasn’t even and you knew he still wasn’t sleeping. You stifled a yawn and managed to lean back enough to at least rest your head on the back cushion.

You don’t know how long you’d been asleep for. You don’t even remember falling asleep. But you remember waking up to a kick in the stomach. “What the fuck...” you muttered, opening your eyes. Right. The couch.

Billy was jerking around in his sleep like a dreaming dog. Not only that, but he was talking in his sleep...

If he were whispering a woman’s name or touching himself, you’d literally jump up and run to your room. But he sounded...scared. Worried.

“N-no...Fra-Frankie...” he was twisting his head back and forth. He’s dreaming about Frank? You realized you were still holding his hand because he was literally squeezing it at this point. “Sor...sorry...umph...”

You were stumped. Besides the fact you were still trapped under Billy’s leg and now his strong hold on your hand, you didn’t know what to do. You figured he was having a nightmare but you didn’t want to jump at waking him up. Once you woke Curtis up from a bad dream and he had nearly knocked you over, just missing punching your nose.

“Jesus, Y/N! Im sorry-what the hell are you doing?!” Curtis yelled staring down at you. You had ducked from his fist and were crouching down on the floor.

“You were screaming in your sleep! I knew you didn’t bring a girl home so I thought something was wrong!” You yelled back as you stood up.

He was rubbing his eyes with his palms as he sat up fully from the bed. “Sorry. Bad dream.”

“Yeah, I’ll just leave you to it next time.”

So you weren’t exactly eager to wake up Bill. He was still murmuring, and you realized you probably should do something. You may have to risk getting punched in the face but honestly, hearing Billy like this pained you.

“R-Rawlins...I didn’t...” He was practically flailing on the couch and on top of you at this point so you used your free hand to touch his cheek.

“Bill...Billy. Hey,” you patted his cheek a bit while you squirmed up and out from his legs and leaned over him. “Billy, wake up. You’re dreaming.”

You lifted the hand he was still holding and shook it while you brushed his hair back with your free hand. His breathing was getting more erratic and you were worried he was going to jump up mid sleep and knock you over. “Billy...come on...”

Suddenly his eyes flew open as he took in a deep breath. His head thrashed to the other side to see you staring down at him. You probably looked like a deer in headlights to him...though that’s exactly what he looked like to you.

You leaned back onto the couch and settled in between his legs as he let go of your hand and used his elbows to help him set up against the side of the sofa arm. “Y/N? Where-did I...ah shit...”

“Hey, you’re fine. You were drunk and came here. You wanted me to sit with you and you fell asleep. But you...had a nightmare, so...” you trailed off as he looked around your living room like a kicked puppy. “So I wanted to wake you. I’m sorry if I - you just sounded...I could tell it was a nightmare. I know if someone were able to wake me up anytime I had one of those, I’d be grateful...”

He nodded once and looked back down at his hand and shook it out. His hand he used to hold yours had fallen asleep. “Yeah. Thanks.” He usually maintained eye contact with you - he was always direct. But he was avoiding your gaze. “How’d you know it was a nightmare?”

“Um...you were moving around a lot and had a worried look in your face...and, uh...were saying something about Frank and Rawlins.” You answered him. Everyone knew that was a sore topic. There was of course a long journey to forgiveness between Billy and Frank. The group knew everything thanks to Dinah - and so for a long while none of you spoke to each other ... but again, that is another story for another day.

Billy took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. You could tell he had trimmed his beard recently because there was a clean line on his neck. You found yourself staring at his Adam’s apple waiting for him to ... Well, say something.

“Are - Er - are you okay?” You blurted out. “I mean...stupid question. But um ... did you want to talk about... it?” You winced at your own words. Of course he didn’t want to talk about it, idiot. Just let it go. He’s probably more embarrassed than you are...

“No.” Billy said abruptly, eyes still locked on the ceiling. “But...” at this, you looked down to see he had put his left hand out again, face up. You looked between him and his hand and back again. He flexed his fingers to tell you to grab it...and you did. “Thanks.” He had closed his eyes then.

You and Billy definitely had a different sort of relationship...but despite the lack of genuine communication between you, you still knew you could tell him anything. Just as he knew he could do with you.

Though he wouldn’t open up to you about his dream-that’s just not Billy-he was greatful you were there to wake him up. And even more so to hold his hand.

[dylanobrusso]

since y’all like drunk!billy and enjoyed the text imagine, have...drunk texts from billy!

it’s friday night and you got off work early, and while most of your coworkers were eager to hit downtown to drink, you were mostly excited to go home and SLEEP. so when you woke up just before midnight to five missed calls and 7 texts from billy, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, nervous it was an emergency.

of all 5 calls, 3 were voicemails. of the 3, two seemed to be butt dials... and one was him laughing in the background telling whoever he was with to be quiet because he’s “calling y/n and i don’t want her to know i’m drunk!” you rolled your eyes then opened the texts. you could see, one by one, how much more intoxidated he was getting by the hour.

B. Russo 🙄: Hey, Curt said you got off early. Want to come out with us?

B. Russo 🙄: Do not tell me you’re sleeping right now. It’s only 9pm.

B. Russo 🙄: You’re lucky I know you’re sleeping because I’d be a little freaked out by your lack of responses.

B. Russo 🙄: So let’s say I wanted to do a body shot... off of. your body.

B. Russo 🙄: IgnORE that I tbnk someowne took my pgone.

B. Russo 🙄: I thibnk ive come to an conclusionn snout you

B. Russo 🙄: Jusr curios....,,. have yiu ever thought avour me???????

that was the last text and it was sent 15 minutes ago, so you decided to call him but once you realised what his drunken typos said, (“Just curious, have you ever thought about me?”) you regretted calling in fear of him picking up and elaborating.

“Y/N!!!!!! heyyy, i wasss juuuuustt thinking about you.” you can hear loud music and curtis in the background telling billy to leave me alone (he also sounded...not so sober).

“hey, bill, was just thinking about you too.” you rolled your eyes, “kinda hard not to when i wake up to 20 something notifications from you.” billy hiccups on the other end and you laugh. “where are you guys?”

“we are at...c-curt, where are we again? OH YEAH! we are at tap room... you should come!” he continued to hiccup and you could tell he was trying to catch his breath to stop slurring his words.

“why don’t i come pick you boys up? i’ll be there in a little bit. make sure you both start drinking water now because i’m not cleaning up puke in my car.”

“you’re so funny, y/n. have i ever-ever told you that before?”

“i know, i should be a comedian.”

“your voice is also so....sexy...” at this, you can practically HEAR curtis hitting billy over the head. “ok, see you soon beautiful!” you can tell he was flustered and trying to hang up quickly cause you can hear him tapping on the phone repeatedly, saying “shit” until he finally managed to end the call.

this will be another long night.

[dylanobrusso]

drunk billy stumbling into an uber because he promised you he wouldn’t drive if he was going to have one too many. he can barely speak because he keeps slurring his words, so he just hands the driver his phone, “here...take me... here pl-please...”

when your door knocks at 4 in the morning, curtis is grumbling because he fell asleep on the couch. he grabs his gun he keeps near him and holds it steadily as he creeps up to the door but to his surprise, it’s just billy.

“heyyyyyy, curtisssss! how’s my main man? is y/n home?!” he is loud and nearly incoherent as curtis ushers him inside.

“i’m sure she’s sleeping, bill. jesus, what time is it?”

billy shouts for you loudly and you wake up startled. as you make your way into the living room you see curtis making billy a cup of coffee. you barely can rub the sleep out of your eyes before billy stumbles towards you to put his arms around your shoulder. “i missed you so much! i didn’t-did not drive as i promised.”

you’re tired and a little annoyed but more shock by how affectionate he is being. “hey, billy... thanks for not driving, then. but why are you here?”

“just wanted to see you-“ he may be drunk but he was quick to see yours and curtis’ reaction to that so he stumbles over his words to continue, “you and curt, of course!” he keeps his arm around your shoulders as he gladly accepts the coffee from curtis and starts to slump as you and curtis help him to the couch.

curtis rubs his temples and says goodnight as he goes into his own room, but billy has managed to grab a hold of your hand. “stay with me?” he grins at you like a child on christmas morning and you want to say no... you don’t want to awkwardly wave this whole thing off in the morning, but when his eyes soften and he begins to rub his thumb over your palm, you cave and sit with him until he falls asleep.

[kaplxn]

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          [ text | multiple recipients ]: I drnk 2 mch. help.

At least he still had the sanity to ask for help. Though, why he was drinking alone in the first place was a mystery. And people should take away that fake ID, Loki gave him. He's still 17.