#jealous!billy

I didn’t know if you wanted this as like a threesome type of thing or just the angst of them finding out and fighting over you so I left it a little open that way you can pick whatever floats your boat. I also made this pretty possessive because  👀 We like that shit on this blog but if that’s not your thing let me know and I can do something that's more toned down  💕

Requested by anon, thanks, sweetie!

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Billy gets jealous. Broken into two little parts.

Y/E/N  = Your ex’s name.

a request: we’ve seen reader feeling insecure over Billy’s conquests, but what if the tables were flipped and someone flirted with her in public, or they ran into someone from her past? 

Billy was known for being confident. He’s not one to sweat the small stuff. He’s probably more than just confident - he’s arrogant. You knew that, everyone who knew Billy knew that. 

So it’s not like him to get insecure or jealous. In fact, besides how he acted around your friend EJ a few months ago, you didn’t even think Billy had that side to him.

But there were two instances that had happened since you and Billy started dating that made you realize he really did have a bit of a jealous streak.

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The Ex

You were working late again to catch up on the workflow you missed while on leave. You had sent a quick text to Billy asking for a rain check on dinner tonight, as you had no idea when you’d be leaving.

Unfortunately, because your ex was also out on leave, he was also staying late at the office to catch up on work. His girlfriend had thrown daggers at you with her eyes before she left, apparently not liking that it’d just be the two of you tonight. You were fortunate enough, though, that your desk was on the complete opposite side so you wouldn’t have to see him. Even if you went to take a quick bathroom break, his cubicle was so far away you wouldn’t be able to see him-well, just the top of his head and his messy hair sticking up on all ends.

You smiled to yourself at the thought of his ex still being a bitch to you even to this day. You can’t even remember the last time you missed him. Truthfully, once you found out about him cheating, the feelings - for the most part - stopped dead right then and there. She was only wasting her time with harsh feelings toward you. 

You had been at work for 10 hours now, and before you knew it, it was after 8.  You decided to call it a night, considering just coming in early tomorrow instead of staying late again. Billy had texted you saying he’d come pick you up since your car was still being worked on (again) so you let him know you were ready. Gathering your things into your purse, you noticed Y/E/N was standing up to leave too.

You quickly put your purse over your shoulder and walked out of the department to clock out but he was right behind you. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he said quietly. You could hear the nervousness in his tone and you considered just walking away from him.

“Hi,” you nodded at him before turning on your heel to leave. 

“Wait, Y/N, I just...I wanted to say I’m sorry.” He stuttered out, glancing down at his feet before looking back up at you. “What I did to you...all of that was inexcusable. It wasn’t right. I know I can’t take any of it back but I do hope you can find it in you to forgive me one day-though I know I don’t deserve it. I realize I really fucked up what we had.” He finished and waited for you to say something.

You simply nodded at him glancing back behind you to see that Billy’s car had just pulled up. “Thanks, Y/E/N. Uh, I appreciate that. Assuming you’re being genuine for once,” you glared.

“I am. I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on myself and the past year, and I realized I hurt a lot of people. Both you and her. And I’m sorry for what I put you through.” He continued and then locked eyes on Billy who was now standing behind you.

“You ready, baby?” Billy snarled glaring down at your ex. He had wrapped his arm around your shoulder protectively and you could feel his body tense. 

“Y-yeah. Thanks, Y/E/N. See ya,” you sighed as you two turned to go outside.

He was clenching his jaw when he opened the car door for you and once got inside, he was grasping the steering wheel so hard you could see the veins in his hands. “Hey, Bill,” you said gently as you put your hand on his wrist pulling it into your lap. The car was still sitting in the parking lot-he hadn’t even put the key into the ignition.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He sighed, relaxing under your touch when he looked at you. “It’s okay, Billy. He was just apologizing. That’s all.” You shook your head with a small smile bringing his hand to your face to kiss his palm. 

“I told him if I’d seen him again around you I’d kill him...and that still stands-”

“No. There’s no need for that. I can take care of myself. He can’t hurt me anymore. All of that was in the past. This is a fresh, clean slate. I’m not saying I believe his apology was sincere, but it’s a start.” You shrugged still holding onto his hand.

“Why was he even there?” He questioned, brows furrowed. You chuckled at his expression then. “Because we both have work to catch up on, remember?” He pursed his lips at that and turned back in his seat to turn on the car.

“If I see him talk to you again, though, I’m gonna say somethin’ to him,” he muttered.

“I can’t say I expect anything else.” You smiled.

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The Guy at the Bar

You and the boys had met at a bar in the Bronx one evening after work. You opted out of staying late at the office so you could meet up with them since Dinah and Karen were working late themselves, and Curtis was doing his group session. Matt, Foggy, Frank and Billy were free, however, and down for happy hour. The bar was pretty packed but given it was a Friday night, it could’ve been worse. There was a band playing live music and taking requests and a lot of the people sitting around were already seemingly wasted.

Your go to preference are bars with outside seating so you can get away from the noise but this would have to do. The boys chose a table near the darts and pool tables and bought 3 pitchers for the five of you to share. 

“Ahh, you’re one of the guys tonight, huh, Y/N?” Foggy smiled putting his arm around your shoulder earning a raised brow from Billy. “Not one of the guys, just me, Fog,” you smiled putting your arm around him in return.

“Anyone down for some pool?” Matt asked, standing up from his chair. Frank helped walk him to the pool table to your right and started up a game. You weren’t ever good at the game, even trying to play it on your iPhone messaging app, so you were content sitting there and watching them play. 

They decided to team up - Matt and Foggy against Frank and Billy. Matt was more than pleased with himself when he went first and immediately hit a ball of stripes in the hole. “Stripes it is, then,” Foggy cheered, patting him on the back.

The guys were all pretty competitive with Matt being the most relaxed. He always said he plays for enjoyment, but Frank and Billy always played to win. Foggy on the other hand...just wanted to win at least once. “Oh, c’mon! I can actually see what I’m doing and can’t hit a ball for shit,” Foggy pouted.

After a couple of rounds of the game (Matt and Foggy: 2; Billy and Frank: 1) the pitchers were empty and you took it upon yourself to grab another round. You could feel Billy’s eyes on you so turned around to give him a quick smile and mouthed, “I’m okay” before chuckling to yourself.

“Hey, can we get another round please?” You asked after waiving the bartender down from the other end. He walked over to you quickly once he spotted you. “Another 3 pitchers?” He questioned, already pouring the first one. You nodded as he placed the one on the bar and started to pour the other two. “Here, I’ll help bring them over. I know you’ve only got two hands,” he grinned walking around from the bar.

“Thanks, I’d ask my friends but they’re neck deep into this game,” you laughed carrying the one pitcher as the bartender carried the remaining two. “It’s no problem. God this sounds cliche’ as hell to ask this, but do you come around here often? I’ve just never seen any of you here before.” His questioned seemed innocent enough but you couldn’t help but to notice him look you up and down as he sucked in his bottom lip.

“Uh, no. I mean, yeah, we’ve been here before. Not too often. We’re usually in the Manhattan area,” you shrugged placing the pitcher back onto the table. He followed your lead and placed the other two pitchers down on the table before putting his palm flat on the table besides the drinks and leaned to the side. 

“I was gonna say...I’d definitely remember a face like yours,” He smiled at you throwing a wink your way and you immediately looked behind him and caught Billy’s eye.

He was standing over by the pool tables-when did he get beside you?

“Hi, baby, thanks for getting the drinks,” Billy wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close to his side and smiled down at you - but his eyes were dark.

“Hi, Billy, you’re welcome...um,” you were standing there awkwardly with Billy at your side and the bartender still staring at you. He finally got the hint once he looked at the grimace on Billy’s face and nodded before walking back behind the bar.

“Who was that?” Billy asked turning you around so you were facing him fully. You chuckled, “That was the bartender, babe. Nothing to see here.”

“Really? Cause to me it seemed like he had a lot to see,” he frowned and a crease appeared on his forehead. 

“Are you jealous, Russo?” You teased him and he rolled his eyes squeezing your side. “You’ve asked me that before. You know the answer,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear before nibbling on your ear lobe and placing a sweet kiss on your neck.

“I promise you have nothing to be jealous about, Billy,” you gasped as he continued to trace his lips along your neck and up to your jaw. “I don’t know, that guy could hook you up with free drinks for life.” He looked back into your eyes and grinned nuzzling his nose into yours.

“I don’t need free drinks from him. You’re paying for this anyway, right?” You joked placing a hand on his chest. He shook his head removing your hand and playfully pushed you away before pouring everyone a new glass.

“If I’m paying that means you’re not going up there. I’ll order the pitchers next time,” he handed you a now full glass and leaned down to kiss you on your lips. “You’re mine now,” he whispered before walking back to the pool table.

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Based on Wild Child by W.A.S.P. (basically the song is Billy. Trust me)

This could become a multi-part fic. Let me know if you’d like me to continue it!

Masterlist

Warnings: jealous Billy, swearing, the usual suspects

Billy’s car jerked to a halt in the parking lot, nearly knocking Max out of her seat. 

“Asshole...” she mumbled under her breath. Normally Billy would have sent her a threatening glare and told her to ‘get the fuck out of my car’ and make her walk home when school was over. However today he was distracted. Today he was too focused on Y/N leaned up against the side of James Radford’s car, grinning up at the soccer star and batting her eyelashes. She hugged her chemistry textbook close to her chest, laughing. He could see the delicate white eyelet lace of her blouse’s collar and the edge of what he suspected was her favorite lavender sweater peeking out from the unzipped lapels of James’ varsity jacket. God damn...he wanted her.

This got my brain going into overdrive 😂 👀

He loves being out with you

He loves to hold your hand or have an arm secured around you so that everyone knows the score

You are his and he is yours

He loves having you out with him and the guys, his three favorite people all together with him

Sometimes there are the glances from other men that are on you too long

A subtle kiss to your temple or hand resting on your thigh usually gets the message across and their eyes find someone else to leer at

It usually doesn’t take much to get Billy jealous but he is able to correct it quickly

So when your ex comes up the the table, Billy is on high alert

Frank and Curtis also have their guards up, but they drop them as soon as they see the smile come to your face

Their postures return to being relaxed, but Billy is still tense

He doesn’t particularly like how broad your smile is, and he absolutely loathes how you pull out of his grasp to turn yourself toward this man

He’s confused, wondering who he is and when you speak to the man as if you’ve been friends forever, Billy’s head is already tilting back

When you turn back though and introduce him as “someone I used to be with”, Billy is seeing red

He doesn’t show it, not as much as he could anyway, but he’s fantasizing about knocking the smirk off of your ex’s face

When you turn to Billy to introduce him, his heart settles a bit when you mention that he’s your man

The ex reaches out to shake his hand and Billy consciously has to not crush his hand

The grip is strong though, as is the look in his eyes when they meet

You and the ex catch up some more and both Curtis and Frank are trying to seem interested, but truly their focus is on Billy, feeling the murderous jealousy coming off of him in waves

Billy’s hand is on your thigh again then, a grip tight and firm, much higher up and closer to your center than he would usually rest

You laugh at something the ex says and Billy’s jaw sets

Part of him would love to splay you out on the table top then and claim you for all to see

But he stays as calm as he can and before long, the ex is saying his goodbye, leaving the table to go back to where he was before

Frank and Curtis are both thankful for it, both already feeling the itch of a fight about to brew

Billy’s jaw is set when you finally redirect your attention and you frown, not meaning to have made him jealous

You lean over to kiss his cheek and the tension melts under your lips, willing his shoulders to drop from their defensive position

Requested by anon! thank you! Sorry this is so long and not very good 🤧

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“Could you write a Jealous!Billy fic? Like maybe Reader invites her friend home and Billy is there and he gets sooo jealous Xx”

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Billy isn’t the jealous type. Besides, he can fuck whoever he wants when he wants. He can date anybody. He can be with anybody. So why would he have any reason to be jealous?

So maybe he’s only feeling this way because he’s never had you. That’s what he tells himself anyway. Because it’s not like he cares about you...no way. Billy Russo doesn’t have feelings. He doesn’t form relationships.

Attachments are a weakness, he always says. And that they are.

You had just gotten off work when your friend EJ called you. He asked if you’d wanted to hang out, but truthfully, you were exhausted. You just wanted to go home.

So when he asked if he could come over, you figured that would be okay. You didn’t normally have friends over but you hadn’t seen EJ in nearly a year. He lived in DC and was in town for the rest of the week so you agreed. Curtis typically was at work doing his group therapy sessions or working out at Anvil’s gym by time you got home, so you and EJ planned on ordering takeout and catching up.

The drive home was exhausting. City traffic is always a bummer especially at prime time. You felt like you were never going to make it and was worried EJ would get there before you and have to wait.

“Nearly there, sorry!” You typed out a quick text as you waited at the 3rd red light - in a row!

“No worries, ma. Just pulled up. You know I’ll wait for you ;)” he replied. You laughed at the winky face. You two always had a flirty friendship. Sometimes it could come across as sexual but you two had never even hooked up before. You’d thought about it, sure, he’s an attractive guy. But you and him just never got to that level.

By time you pulled up to your complex you had easily spotted both Billy’s and Curtis’ car. You hadn’t expected Curt to be home, nor did you anticipate to see Billy here.

We’ll just have to chill in my room I guess.

Once you parked your car, you’d seen EJ walking up to you with a wide grin. EJ was much taller than you, dark skinned and covered in tattoos. Those who knew you would always say he’s exactly your type-physically anyway. But you appreciated your friendship way too much to ruin it with a night of sex. Not that you hadn’t thought of it before though.

“Hey, ma!” EJ opened your door and put his arms out for you to hug him. You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and nearly jumped in his arms.

“EJ, it’s so good to see you! You look great!” You laughed as he had lifted you up in an air tight hug.

“Ha, so do you. I see Curt’s home. Judging by his car, he still hasn’t gotten the bike he talked about getting the last time i was here.” He helped you grab your brief case you bring to the office each day and walked up to your front door behind you.

“Yeah, nah... still didn’t get it. I think he’s honestly too attached to that old thing.” You unlocked the door and immediately heard Billy’s laugh coming from the living room.

Great.

“Hey, princess, welcome home!” Billy had shouted at you from the couch. You’d walked straight into the kitchen to get the two of you a drink so Billy hadn’t seen you brought a guest home.

“Hi, Russo,” you called out and rolled your eyes with a smile when you winked at EJ. “That’s one of Curt’s best friends. He’s kind of an asshole. We’ll go to my room.” You whispered and walked past the living room.

You nodded toward Billy and smiled at Curt. “Hey, Curt, guess who’s in town!”

“No way! What’s up, my man?” Curtis nearly jumped up from the couch to greet EJ. “What’s it been, at least a year now?”

“Yeah, Yeah. Just about. Looking good though. I see you still don’t have your bike...”

They continued to chat as you walked into your room and set the beers and your brief case down. When you walked back into the living room you saw Billy staring up at EJ with his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, hey, this is Bill. He’s one of the guys I served with,” Curt nodded toward Billy as he stood up and gave EJ a polite smile and hand shake.

“Hey, man. Nice to meet you,” Billy nodded.

“You too, brother. Well, Y/N and I have a lot of catching up to do...you know she can never shut up so we better get to it,” EJ joked and you rolled your eyes. Curtis laughed as he sat back down on the couch with Billy.

Billy’s eyes followed you and EJ to your room and winced slightly when you shut the door.

Billy hadn’t even been listening to anything Curtis was saying. His focus was on your bedroom door.

He wanted to know what you two were doing, how you two knew each other.

“So how do you and Y/N know this guy?” Billy raised his brow at Curt. His eyes still hadn’t looked away from your door. He doesn’t even know what Curtis last said to him.

“Wha-oh, EJ? Y/N worked with him for a while.” Curtis shrugged, glancing from Billy to your door, attempting to follow Billy’s gaze. “He took her home one day when her car was in the shop. He’s cool.”

“Did they date?” Billy asked but smirked to appear more nosy rather than genuinely concerned.

Curtis laughed as he took a sip of his beer. “Nah. She met him back when she was with her ex. They all worked together. EJ’s a good guy, though. He’s looked out for her before when i was out of town. Not sure what she meant by that when she told me...but, dating and hooking up are different. So I don’t think the correct word is date,” Curt shrugged and shook his head. “You know all about that, though, yeah? Billy the Beaut,” he had clinked his glass against Billy’s and chuckled.

Billy didn’t laugh. He was still staring at your door. He wasn’t sure what he expected...to suddenly gain X-ray vision and see what you two were doing? Billy knew you’ve gone on dates with a few guys since your ex, but he knew he was better than those guys.

This guy, though...this EJ seemed to be someone you trusted enough to hang out with alone in your room. You’re usually very closed off-especially with men-but here you were skipping away to be alone with this guy.

Billy had to shake his head. He resisted slapping himself. Why was he even thinking about any of this? Why did any of this even matter? Here is is obsessively thinking about you and this guy. Billy was your friend...but so was this EJ guy. And you seemed to be a lot more comfortable with him than you’ve ever been with Billy.

You didn’t realize how late it was until you checked your phone and saw it was after 11pm. You and EJ had been talking all night. Ever since the takeout arrived, you two binge watched the Harold and Kumar movies and ate till your bellies felt like they’d burst. You’d really missed him. You missed hanging out with friends like this. You’d isolate yourself a lot the past year because of your ex. Besides getting together with the group at the Castle’s or at the local bar, you hadn’t really enjoyed a genuine one-on-one hangout with a friend in ages.

“Damn, it’s late. I really need to get ready for bed. Good ol work tomorrow,” you rolled your eyes and flicked a napkin at EJ.

“Damn...that sucks,” EJ grinned at you. “So glad I’m on vacation!” He laughed as he put the napkin on top of your head.

You pushed him off your bed and stood up to stretch. “All right, asshole. Get outta here.” You walked him to the door and gave him a hug. “It was so good to see you. Don’t be a stranger! I’ll try to do better now, too.”

He smiled down at you and returned the hug. “‘T’s all good, ma. Take care of yourself. Say bye to Curt for me.” He walked out to his car and you locked the door behind you. You hadn’t even realized Curt already went to bed and Billy had left.

You remembered coming out of your room with EJ to get the door for the food you ordered and seeing Billy’s blank stare. It felt like he was staring into your soul. Even with your back toward him you could feel his eyes on you. You’d given him a weird look when you walked out of the kitchen, but Billy’s eyes followed EJ as he walked back into your room.

That was weird.

It didn’t seem like him and Curt were having a serious conversation...but Billy looked annoyed.

You: hey loser

B. Russo 🙄: ?

You: ????

You: all i get is a “?”

You: yikes

B. Russo 🙄: What’s going on, Y/N

You: what’s your problem lol

B. Russo 🙄: I don’t have a problem.

You: you’re very short with me right now and earlier you were acting hella weird

B. Russo 🙄: How would you know i was acting weird ha. You were in your room the entire time

You: but when i came out of my room...and right now. what gives? you ok?

B. Russo 🙄: I’m fine, princess. Don’t you have to work tomorrow? Have a good night.

Okay, that was really weird.

Billy always puts some sort of flirty or sexual comment in his texts, but he clearly didn’t even want you to text him right now. You were too tired to even try to come up with possible reasons for his behaviour.

When you woke up, though, you had a horrible migraine. You felt awful. You could barely open your eyes. There was no way you could go to work like this. You managed to squint at your phone to call your boss and let him know you can’t come in today.

Shortly after you hung up with your boss, Billy called. You put the phone on speaker and lied the phone on your chest. “Hey, Russo, what’s up?”

“You didn’t answer my texts from earlier, figured you were mad at me from last night.” He breathed into the phone and you rubbed your temples. “Was calling to apologize actually.”

“It’s okay, Bill. I just now woke up. I just called out so I haven’t checked my messages yet,” you were close to tears right now. The pain was unbearable.

“What’s wrong?” The worry was evident in his tone and you sighed.

“Migraine. ‘t sucks. I’m gonna hang up now. I need peace and quiet right now. Sorry,” you barely whispered as you clicked end call.

Five minutes later, Curtis was knocking on your door. “Y/N?” He was calling from the other side and knocked again before opening the door slightly. “Hey, Bill told me you have a migraine. Want me to get you anything?”

You groaned as you attempted to stretch in bed, “Medicine please. Anything. Water maybe?”

“No problem. I’m gonna run to the store. I’ll leave some excederin and a bottle here for you. Billy is coming by in a bit. He has a key so he’ll be able to let himself in,” Curtis replied. He brought back the pain killers and a cold water bottle on your night stand.

Why the fuck did he give Billy a key? You rolled your eyes and sat up in bed to take the pills and checked your messages.

B. Russo 🙄: Hey good morning. Sorry about last night

B. Russo 🙄: I have to come over to pick up a check so I’ll see you in a little.

You managed to get out of bed to walk to the bathroom and wash your face and brush your teeth. Your head was pounding. You figured you’d lay out on the couch assuming Billy was going to want to talk to you when he got there.

You had just closed your eyes when the front door opened. You could see the light from outside shining on the ceiling and you had to squeeze your eyes closed again. “Hey, Bill,” You croaked out, not moving from the couch.

Your eyes were still closed but you heard the sound of his boots making his way toward you. “Hey, princess. Sorry you’re not feeling well.” He crouched down and smiled at you as he placed a hand over your forehead, gently brushing away the loose strands of hair. “I’d ask you if you want me to get you anything but I know you could just call EJ if you needed someone to take care of you.” He was smirking at you but his eyes were dark as he stared into your own.

What the fuck?

“Billy, What?” You were so confused. What was this guy talking about now? “I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

“You sure? I can get your phone and call EJ for you.” He stood back up but kept his eyes on you. Why was he acting like this?

“I literally have no idea what’s going on right now.” You winced as you slowly pulled yourself up to a sitting position on the couch. You nodded at the cushion next to you and glanced at him, wordlessly telling him to sit down.

“Oh, ya know. Curt just told me he’s taken care of you while he was out of town. Figured since Curt is out right now and you’re not feeling well...” he bent down to sit next to you and shrugged. “...thought you’d want him to come over.”

Your head had been hurting since you woke up this morning but it was in even more pain trying to figure out what the hell Billy was talking about. But suddenly, as if an actual lightbulb had switched on in your mind, you thought you had it figured out.

But there is no way...could he?

“Are you jealous, Russo?” You furrowed your brows at him as he stared at you, his lips in a straight line. He made no movement so you continued, “I don’t mean to assume but you’re acting crazy. I know you’re Billy Russo and you don’t care about anyone but,” you bit your lip,” Are you? Jealous...I mean.”

Billy kept staring at you. He was trying his best to get into your mind. To see what you were thinking. Did you think he was insane for possibly being jealous? Suddenly, he broke out into laughter. This wasn’t a giggle. This was a full on, deep, belly laugh. His face turned red and he took a few deep breaths.

“What the hell, Russo? You think this is funny? Because you’ve been acting like an asshole.” You glared at him and tried your best not to blink in fear of angry tears falling down your cheeks. Between this migraine and how ridiculous Billy was being, you were ready to scream.

“No. I’m sorry. You’re right. I am being an asshole. I know. I’m just...you asked if I’m jealous, and,” he gave you a sad smile as he leaned in to use his thumb to wipe the stray tear that had fallen down your face. “And I am. You’re one hundred percent right.” He leaned back on the couch and grinned.

You couldn’t tell if he was fucking with you or not. You were over this shit. “Get the fuck out, Bill.” You moved to get up and walk back to your room, but he was on your heel the second you stood up. He wrapped an arm around your waist and slowly turned you to face him.

“I’m serious. I am. Or, was. It sounds just as ridiculous having you say it out loud versus me realizing it myself.” He was staring down at you now with kind eyes. “I guess it comes from me being protective. I don’t trust anyone. And after your ex...I ... don’t like to think of you with anyone. You looked so comfortable with that guy yesterday. Just made me feel like I’m not as good as him. I don’t like that feeling,” he shook his head once.

You couldn’t believe how vulnerable he was being with you right now. You don’t know if you’d taken too many pain killers or not...could they even cause you to hallucinate?

“You gonna say something, or you gonna keep looking at me like I got four heads?” He narrowed his eyes. All he wanted was to get into your head and see just what the hell you were thinking.

“There’s literally no reason to be jealous, Bill. EJ is just a friend. Just like you,” as you said this you realized he still had an arm around your waist and he instinctively pulled you in a bit closer. “I appreciate you wanting to make sure I don’t end up with someone like my ex again, but, what can you do? Stand around and get grumpy whenever I go out with someone?”

“Nah...but I can take you out for myself.” He licked his bottom lip as your eyes went wide, staring up at him. “I know you won’t. We’ve been through this before. You don’t believe I’m being sincere, so I won’t even bother asking again, but...”

“Billy, I-I don’t want to date anybody. I’m just...not in the position to do that. I haven’t been on a date in weeks. So...” your voice trailed off as you realized he had stepped in even closer to you.

“I know. And when you are ready,” he sighed, wiping another tear away that had began drying on your left cheek, “I’ll be here.” He pulled you in even closer and kissed you where he wiped the tear away. When he pulled back he gave you a quick wink and a grin. “But, if I end up seeing EJ again I may have to talk to him about being in your room unsupervised.”

You were still in shock from him being so close to you but you played it off and rolled your eyes. “I’m an adult, Russo,” you pushed his chest playfully. “If I want someone in my room, I can.” You turned away and began walking to your room, looking back to smile at him.

“Even me?” He gave you a lop sided smile and bit his lip, walking over to you. You were holding the handle on your bedroom door and leaning back. He had put his arm up next to your head, nearly pinning you to the door.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you opened the door and took a step back to walk inside. “Not a chance.” You winked at him as you closed the door.

“Goddamn, Y/N.” You heard Billy whisper and chuckle as you saw the shadow of his footsteps walk away from under the crack in your bedroom door.

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billy doesn’t like to share. he realizes that makes him sound like a bratty child, but it’s true.

it took him a while to accept group hangouts with you two as a couple because foggy is such a naturally touchy person. he loves to give hugs, wrap his arms around you, play with your hair. it’s nothing but innocent, of course, but billy doesn’t like it. then there’s matt, who always finds a way to compliment you in some way or another. billy doesn’t like that either.

he’s also not a fan of dinah rubbing your back when you two are sitting alone talking to each other. because “that should be my hands on you, not hers!”

he’s never thought of himself as a jealous person until you. even now that he has you to himself as his girlfriend - which still blows his mind - he doesn’t like to feel threatened by others around you.

so whenever foggy hugs you for a little too long, or matt compliments you on how well versed you are in a current subject, or dinah has her hand on your back, he fights the urge to stand up and immediately pull you to his side.

billy doesn’t want to be that guy. he trusts you. he just doesn’t trust other people. it’s not that he thinks you’ll leave him for any of your friends - or anyone at all - but he doesn’t like to see you too close with anyone else. he realizes this is an insecurity of his and he never wants to appear possessive toward you.

he wants you to enjoy your time with your friends and he hates having serious conversations. so he teases you instead. joking that you’re going to run off with matt, or that you’re going to sneak off and make out with dinah, or you’re going to be foggy’s personal masseuse dummy (he overhears foggy wants to become a licensed massage therapist and asks if he can give you one for practice).

you always laugh it off but you eventually see a pattern. so you sit him down and tell him none of those things would ever happen because you’re with him.  you like him. and you’re happy to be with him. 

you don’t tell him he’s being ridiculous. that’s not fair of you to say. you get jealous, too. so you hold his hand in yours and tell reassure him. you tell him how amazing he is and how much you appreciate him even caring about you.