butcher

Ryan was staying with billy for a little bit since his dad was working more than usual and had no one that could watch ryan. Even if homelander hated billy — he sent ryan to him. Ever since then though, they've been having tons of fun. Hiking, playground, amusement parks, etc.

Billy was falling in and out of sleep, he was extremely tired today, especially with all the bullshit he had to deal with. Though, the mischievous 12 year old had different plans for billy.

ryan had been playing with his action figures in the guest room but now he was in the living room where billy was falling asleep on the couch.

Of course, Butcher was always happy to see Ryan. He was the only thing Becca left behind, and he looked a lot like his mother. So Butcher may have been too happy sometimes. He wouldn’t call himself a father, and it just didn’t work out - the child already had a father, albeit a shitty one, and it would be better if he didn’t exist, but he did exist. And Billy tried to get used to it.

The day Ryan was suddenly delivered to him, as a damn package, was the day Billy was just as suddenly told to go home and not bother people. What a coincidence. In any case, he decided that at least once he can not show off and just follow his fate. Fate was a bitch.

Two trips to the Ferris wheel made him sick. After one (uno) rollercoaster, Billy naturally threw up in a bush.

What a wonderful day it was.

And finally, when he came home, he thought that at least he could sleep. And in the end, he's damn tired, he deserves his fuckin' rest, what's wrong? There was never any rest for the Butchers. Fate once again showed itself by sending this hyperactive miracle onto his head.

Billy woke up from sleep, feeling that he was about to sneeze with all his might - his nose itched terribly, he squinted, tried to turn away from whatever that was. And the sneeze he made was one of those that they called “gtandads” - the whole building just jumped on the spot.

"Bloody hell- Ryan!" He frowned, stood up, his nose itched more, but Billy knew he managed to see this asshole and reach out to him. "Oi, come 'ere, you little rascal!"

He was tired. He was tired and he believed that he could catch that giggling parasite (SUPER parasite).

Billy, in addition to being tired, was also a little stupid.

ryan snatched up terror like a pillow and ran away with him, giggling. though soon he put down the dog and the cute puppy followed him.

"I didn't do anything!! Dont attack me!" Ryan snickers, playing innocent as he held the dog again and hid somewhere in the home.

"Okay, lad, I'm counting to three..." He looked around again, but Ryan was nowhere to be seen, and Terror, that traitor, had apparently changed his owner. "If ya don't come out, I'm gonna look for ya, and when I find ya, someone's gonna be in big trouble!"

ryan had never said it, but he considered billy like a dad. Even if he didn't call him dad. Ryan was always as affectionate with billy as he was with his blood father. Billy is like his bestest friend, ryan loved him and could tell him anything. Any of his problems, giving each other those god-awful crackers that ryans mom gave them when they weren't feeling well. Ryans mom loved him and he loves billy too — it was sweet.

Ryan, though, eventually came out and tried tip toeing quietly to a different area with terror behind him but he was caught!

"Gotcha!" He picked Ryan up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack. "You ain't gettin' far now, ya scoundrel. Do ya also give yer super dad pokes in his cheeks like that when he's sleepin'?" There was so much amusement in his voice, hidden behind the irony. He tutted, grunted, snorted, shook his head. "The games are over now, lad. As a sign of yer punishment, you'll help me cook. Since, as ya can see, I ain't sleepin'!" Billy pressed as he sat Ryan down on the kitchen table. His hand quickly ruffled the boy's hair, Billy poked his nose.

Ryan was staying with billy for a little bit since his dad was working more than usual and had no one that could watch ryan. Even if homelander hated billy — he sent ryan to him. Ever since then though, they've been having tons of fun. Hiking, playground, amusement parks, etc.

Billy was falling in and out of sleep, he was extremely tired today, especially with all the bullshit he had to deal with. Though, the mischievous 12 year old had different plans for billy.

ryan had been playing with his action figures in the guest room but now he was in the living room where billy was falling asleep on the couch.

Of course, Butcher was always happy to see Ryan. He was the only thing Becca left behind, and he looked a lot like his mother. So Butcher may have been too happy sometimes. He wouldn’t call himself a father, and it just didn’t work out - the child already had a father, albeit a shitty one, and it would be better if he didn’t exist, but he did exist. And Billy tried to get used to it.

The day Ryan was suddenly delivered to him, as a damn package, was the day Billy was just as suddenly told to go home and not bother people. What a coincidence. In any case, he decided that at least once he can not show off and just follow his fate. Fate was a bitch.

Two trips to the Ferris wheel made him sick. After one (uno) rollercoaster, Billy naturally threw up in a bush.

What a wonderful day it was.

And finally, when he came home, he thought that at least he could sleep. And in the end, he's damn tired, he deserves his fuckin' rest, what's wrong? There was never any rest for the Butchers. Fate once again showed itself by sending this hyperactive miracle onto his head.

Billy woke up from sleep, feeling that he was about to sneeze with all his might - his nose itched terribly, he squinted, tried to turn away from whatever that was. And the sneeze he made was one of those that they called “gtandads” - the whole building just jumped on the spot.

"Bloody hell- Ryan!" He frowned, stood up, his nose itched more, but Billy knew he managed to see this asshole and reach out to him. "Oi, come 'ere, you little rascal!"

He was tired. He was tired and he believed that he could catch that giggling parasite (SUPER parasite).

Billy, in addition to being tired, was also a little stupid.

ryan snatched up terror like a pillow and ran away with him, giggling. though soon he put down the dog and the cute puppy followed him.

"I didn't do anything!! Dont attack me!" Ryan snickers, playing innocent as he held the dog again and hid somewhere in the home.

"Okay, lad, I'm counting to three..." He looked around again, but Ryan was nowhere to be seen, and Terror, that traitor, had apparently changed his owner. "If ya don't come out, I'm gonna look for ya, and when I find ya, someone's gonna be in big trouble!"

Ryan was staying with billy for a little bit since his dad was working more than usual and had no one that could watch ryan. Even if homelander hated billy — he sent ryan to him. Ever since then though, they've been having tons of fun. Hiking, playground, amusement parks, etc.

Billy was falling in and out of sleep, he was extremely tired today, especially with all the bullshit he had to deal with. Though, the mischievous 12 year old had different plans for billy.

ryan had been playing with his action figures in the guest room but now he was in the living room where billy was falling asleep on the couch.

Of course, Butcher was always happy to see Ryan. He was the only thing Becca left behind, and he looked a lot like his mother. So Butcher may have been too happy sometimes. He wouldn’t call himself a father, and it just didn’t work out - the child already had a father, albeit a shitty one, and it would be better if he didn’t exist, but he did exist. And Billy tried to get used to it.

The day Ryan was suddenly delivered to him, as a damn package, was the day Billy was just as suddenly told to go home and not bother people. What a coincidence. In any case, he decided that at least once he can not show off and just follow his fate. Fate was a bitch.

Two trips to the Ferris wheel made him sick. After one (uno) rollercoaster, Billy naturally threw up in a bush.

What a wonderful day it was.

And finally, when he came home, he thought that at least he could sleep. And in the end, he's damn tired, he deserves his fuckin' rest, what's wrong? There was never any rest for the Butchers. Fate once again showed itself by sending this hyperactive miracle onto his head.

Billy woke up from sleep, feeling that he was about to sneeze with all his might - his nose itched terribly, he squinted, tried to turn away from whatever that was. And the sneeze he made was one of those that they called “gtandads” - the whole building just jumped on the spot.

"Bloody hell- Ryan!" He frowned, stood up, his nose itched more, but Billy knew he managed to see this asshole and reach out to him. "Oi, come 'ere, you little rascal!"

He was tired. He was tired and he believed that he could catch that giggling parasite (SUPER parasite).

Billy, in addition to being tired, was also a little stupid.

Umm, well...I mean...I feel safe around him, he protects me and he cares for me so much. @billyandterror would it be weird if called you dad? (:

Umm, well...I mean...I feel safe around him, he protects me and he cares for me so much. @billyandterror would it be weird if called you dad? (: