Billy Butcher Cosplay Novels & Stories

I bit my lip, crawling toward him slowly. “What in the world of cosplay is this?” He asked as I reached for his towel. “You don’t think I’m pretty?” “You’re pretty… Yeah… But why the green thing? What is this?” “Beetlejuice…” “Beetlejuice?” He asked, shaking his head and helping me up. “Okay, Mrs. Beetlejuice. Where is my cosplay?” He asked, and I pointed at it. “You’re cosplaying Philippe from Tangled…” “What is it? An anime?” He questioned while putting it on.

Even if this is just as friends, dinner sounds nice. Our destination is apparently right down the road from the café, and when we arrive, I notice it’s a very high end and upscale restaurant. My business suit may not be appropriate, but I don’t have a chance to ask because Billy, in all his cowboy cockiness, struts right inside. “Howdy, Ma’am,” he drawls in a fake southern accent. The hostess blushes when he tips his hat at her, and I giggle under my breath. I wonder why he acts and dresses the way he does.

Willa grins. "I told you I was afraid of heights." I really can't believe I'm in Vegas, thanks to Willa, apparently her brand makes huge sale during this period, and she needed to visit her store here, it's one of her biggest. She dragged us with her, apparently this is the biggest party of the year, and our costumes are from her brand, of course. I'm dressed as Captain America, Will is Hull, Willa is Billie Eilish, and Zayn is Joker, we really are a set of clown.

“What if it was this Ultima, and that’s why he hates it so much?” Billy’s laughter fills the tent with a low rumble. He is a handsome man, large and rugged-looking, with his kempt beard and long luscious locks pulled up into a bun on top of his head. But I have to admit, he is no Axel. Oh shit. What is wrong with me?

Billy was a major shareholder of the mall, and for this reason, the mall manager came out to greet him at once. While shopping, Billy did not ask too many questions, but just bought whatever baby stuff he felt happy with. Sherman stopped him. “We don’t even know if it is a baby boy or girl at this moment. Are you going to wear these baby girl clothes if it is a boy?” “Why not? I will perform a cross-dressing show to entertain my wife. Just that I might have a problem with the sizes.” Billy raised a brow.

Black is my favorite color—it reflects what's inside my soul so well: everlasting darkness and bitterness. "You're leaving already?" I peer up towards the ceiling. Billy is wearing only a pair of washed-out jeans and a necklace with a bear tooth. He carelessly lights a cigarette inside his cabin. "Yup," My answer is short. Billy laughs. His blonde hair is sweaty and glued to his neck, and my heart nearly stops at the sight of his playboy muscles. There is a heart tattooed over his brawny chest, but I suspect there is nothing inside. "Can't you stay longer? I was just about to make pancakes for breakfast. I'm not good in the kitchen, but pancakes I can handle,"

Billy said with a big smile. "If you are going to relax, then why are you here?" "To take you out William" Billy quickly answered. "That's right, we are taking you to the restaurant" Jim added with excitement. "Dad gave me a few quid". I have to no choice but to accompany them, Billy came all the way here from St. Albans just to eat with me. Jim took us to a burger restaurant at Guildhall St., according to him, it was his favorite restaurant. "Seriously? Here? This place only offers one dish, burgers!" Billy said with his loud voice.

When I got in my eyes scanned around to look for John but it fell on Big Billy. He gestured to me to come over where he stood with two seductive women in his arms as they giggled at whatever joke he was telling them. "Hello sir." Big Billy smiled at me. "Hello Maria.You look fantabulous. I'm lost for words." I chuckled. "Thank you. You look awesome. Hi ladies." He was dressed in a blue suit with a huge gold pendant around his neck, he wore a gold wristwatch. "Hello." They waved at me.

Immediately I went back and had Trevor escort her uncle out. As they left, I saw Billy—my future brother-in-law—enter. A towering 6’3”, heavy but still a force to be reckoned with. Military-cut hair flowing into a long French tail down the back of his head. Tattoos and piercings marked him as someone tough. Yet when he spoke, “Alpha, thank you for having me. How may I be of assistance?” His low, respectful voice could command a room. It stunned me. I could feel my mate’s amusement at my surprise.

"They could be doing anything right now, I mean, this is a hotel." I ignored his remark and scanned the crowd. Fucking Tyler placed an image in my head that I can’t shake off. I was glad to see Blondie with Andy as they make their way towards us. "Thought you're going as a werewolf?" Blondie commented. "I got lazy." I shrugged. "Besides, Van Helsing's still a werewolf; I only chose to portray his human form." "That's the best costume Mason's ever worn, usually he just comes dressed as himself." Tyler added.