Uhh I'd really like some butcher period comfort, preferably ftm or gn reader. I love your worksss 💕
-CW: GN reader,Pain/Cramping, Billy Butcher being soft, Fluff /hurt comfort,Forehead kisses,No blood described.
-Summary: Billy mistakes your period cramps for a mission injury, then does everything he can to make you feel better in his own gruff, surprisingly gentle way.
“Fuck..it hurts so bad, I can’t even move..”
Curled up on the sofa with your knees tucked against your chest, you let out another miserable groan as a cramp twisted low in your stomach. Your fingers dug into the blanket, waiting for it to pass.
Across the room, the steady tapping of Billy’s keyboard stopped. “You alright?”
You didn’t answer. Another cramp rolled through you, making you wince instead. That was enough..
Billy shoved his chair back with a scrape and was beside you before you knew it, dropping into a crouch in front of the sofa. His eyes flicked over you from head to toe, searching for blood, bruises..anything.
“Where’s it hurt?” he asked sharply. “Talk to me. Someone get you on that last job?”
You managed a weak shake of your head.“N-No..”
His brow pinched together. “Then what is it?”
Heat crept into your cheeks.
Billy stared at you for a second“…Oh.” The tension melted straight out of his shoulders. “Right.” He let out a long breath through his nose before rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you’d been bloody stabbed.”
Another cramp made you curl tighter into yourself, your face screwing up with pain.
Billy watched you for a moment, concern creeping back in.
“They’re really that bad?”
“Feels like someone’s trying to rip my insides out…” You replied with a whince.
He clicked his tongue quietly. “Bloody hell.” Without another word, he disappeared into the kitchen.
You heard cupboards opening, drawers slamming, and him muttering something under his breath before he returned a minute later carrying a hot water bottle wrapped in a tea towel. “Here.” He crouched beside you again, carefully settling it across your lower stomach. “’Spose Frenchie knew what he was on about for once. Heat helps, apparently.”
Almost immediately, the warmth eased the ache enough for your shoulders to loosen.
“‘Little’s better than nothin’.” He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a crumpled packet of chocolate digestives.
“And before you ask..” he said, already opening them, “these are the good ones. Proper chocolate digestives. None of that American shite that tastes like someone melted down a candle and called it confectionery. I swear their chocolate tastes like bloody vomit.”
You couldn’t help letting out a quiet laugh. “You really carry emergency biscuits?”
“For emergencies.” He handed you one with a shrug. “Figure if we’re fightin’ homicidal superheroes, someone oughta keep morale up.”
You accepted the biscuit, taking a small bite before leaning back against the sofa.
Billy sat beside you, close enough that your shoulder brushed his. After a moment, he simply hooked an arm around you and gently pulled you against his side.You didn’t fight it..Just melted into him.Resting your head on his shoulder, you let out a tired sigh.
His fingers found your hair almost absentmindedly, slowly brushing through it. For a while neither of you spoke. Then Billy broke the silence.“Bit unfair, innit?”
You glanced up at him. “What is?”
“You lot spend a week every month feelin’ like you’ve been kicked by a bloody horse..” He shook his head. “…and somehow you’re still expected to act normal.”
A tiny smile tugged at your lips. “When you put it like that..”
He snorted. “If blokes had to deal with this every month, there’d probably be government compensation and a national bloody holiday.”
That earned a proper laugh from you.
Billy looked down with a satisfied little smirk. “There y’are.”
You nudged him lightly with your elbow. “You’re such an idiot.”
“So I’ve been told.” He reached over, grabbed the blanket from the arm of the sofa, and draped it over both of you before settling back again.
“Right,” he muttered. “Doctor’s orders.”
“Nah.” He tucked the blanket around your legs anyway. “But I am bigger than you, so I’m overrulin’ your opinion.”
You rolled your eyes. “Bossy.”
“Damn right.” He squeezed your shoulder gently.“Now shut your eyes for a bit. I’ll make us a brew when you wake up.”
For all his grumbling, his thumb never stopped its slow, comforting circles against your arm.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
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