Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog: Billy Prompt 23. Lovers
Title: Side by Side
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Character: Billy
Prompt: 23. Lovers
Word Count: 300+
Rating: PG
Summary: They're not lovers... but he wants them to be. One-sided Billy/Penny
Author's Notes: Takes place during act two.
My Little Damn Table (17/100)
They’re not lovers… they’re just two people occupying the same space and time, that’s all. Two people folding clothes every Wednesday and Saturday, except twice last month when she skipped the weeks. She brings much needed order to his universe. His shrink tells him that’s his OCD talking. Billy wanted to tell his shrink that only schizophrenia meant hearing voices, but apparently joking about your own illness was wrong. Wasn’t like his shrink had it… he did.
Billy wants to tell her how nice she smells and how lovely her hair is, falling down her back with a hint of waves, unlike his own disorderly curly hair whenever he leave it ungelled. He gels it back and spikes it up when he’s Dr. Horrible… like two separate people, just like Penny and him. He wishes he could use Dr. Horrible to face the world, but he’s only for home and heists.
He hopes one day to change that.
Billy’s even come up with a star that’s hers and named one of his new guns Penny for the working code name. He hopes she finds that as clever as he does. It’s a real timestopper.
He wants to let her know that she hangs the moon, outshines the sun, and outnumbers the stars… no, the last part didn’t make sense, but he had mention them even if the sun was a star.
They’re not lovers… Penny’s stuck him so deep in the friend zone that there’s no going back. Billy wants to tell her that’s not fair, to give him a chance, the chance she gave Captain Douche.
He wants to spin her around, sweep her off her feet like they do in all of the movies he watches in private so Moist won’t hassle him about watching chick flicks. He’s studying them so he knows.
He needs to let her know that he keeps pictures of her. That’s not stalking, that’s looking out for her, even if his most secret photos are her naked. He’s not some creep like Captain Hammer. He loves her in the most clean pure way.
They’re not lovers… they're just two people... no, not until she loves him or he makes her love him.
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Character: Billy
Prompt: 23. Lovers
Word Count: 300+
Rating: PG
Summary: They're not lovers... but he wants them to be. One-sided Billy/Penny
Author's Notes: Takes place during act two.
My Little Damn Table (17/100)
They’re not lovers… they’re just two people occupying the same space and time, that’s all. Two people folding clothes every Wednesday and Saturday, except twice last month when she skipped the weeks. She brings much needed order to his universe. His shrink tells him that’s his OCD talking. Billy wanted to tell his shrink that only schizophrenia meant hearing voices, but apparently joking about your own illness was wrong. Wasn’t like his shrink had it… he did.
Billy wants to tell her how nice she smells and how lovely her hair is, falling down her back with a hint of waves, unlike his own disorderly curly hair whenever he leave it ungelled. He gels it back and spikes it up when he’s Dr. Horrible… like two separate people, just like Penny and him. He wishes he could use Dr. Horrible to face the world, but he’s only for home and heists.
He hopes one day to change that.
Billy’s even come up with a star that’s hers and named one of his new guns Penny for the working code name. He hopes she finds that as clever as he does. It’s a real timestopper.
He wants to let her know that she hangs the moon, outshines the sun, and outnumbers the stars… no, the last part didn’t make sense, but he had mention them even if the sun was a star.
They’re not lovers… Penny’s stuck him so deep in the friend zone that there’s no going back. Billy wants to tell her that’s not fair, to give him a chance, the chance she gave Captain Douche.
He wants to spin her around, sweep her off her feet like they do in all of the movies he watches in private so Moist won’t hassle him about watching chick flicks. He’s studying them so he knows.
He needs to let her know that he keeps pictures of her. That’s not stalking, that’s looking out for her, even if his most secret photos are her naked. He’s not some creep like Captain Hammer. He loves her in the most clean pure way.
They’re not lovers… they're just two people... no, not until she loves him or he makes her love him.