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i-hope-this-is-a-phase · 2 months

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Regarding the GeorgeNotFound Situation

This entire conversation should not have happened publicly.

It was clear from Caiti's initial post that there was a breakdown in communication rather than any "assault" or "molestation." In her own testimony, she never described explicitly stating no, nor giving any indication besides "getting up" to stop the attention (which was later disproved).

That does not mean she wasn't uncomfortable. That does not mean she was not hurt by George's actions. It also does not mean George is a molester because of it.

From Caiti and George's statements, it is clear that this took place over a couple of hours (3-4), and besides the texting afterward, there were no further physical interactions between them. To use a single incident to describe George's behavior is a stretch at best and downright misinformation at worst. In the Wilbur situation, the violations of Shelby's boundaries happened over months with repeated attempts to tell him to stop.

In George's situation, it happened over four hours, in which there were no explicit tells to stop.

That said, I do hope George takes this incident and rethinks his behavior with strangers. Even if it should not be described as molesting, it still hurt Caiti, and if I were him, I would make strides to not repeat the mistakes made here.

Moreover, I think that some parties involved should not have been. Some individuals used the volatile situation to spread their own hate toward the Dream Team. They used Caiti's story to push their own agenda, which, in no way, is supporting a victim. Her friends should have helped her find closure by seeking reconciliation from her "abuser;" instead, they made the situation a public massacre where she would most likely be harassed after already feeling vulnerable.

My hope is that, behind the scenes, the two will talk about what happened and try to find peace. George clearly did not know he hurt Caiti, and he apologized for making her feel uncomfortable. That does not make him a villain: it makes him a person who made a mistake.

The moral of this whole fiasco is not to support or not support victims. Support can be weaponized for personal gain, and to support blindly is almost as bad as not supporting at all.

Instead, we need to listen. From the beginning, Caiti's story was a plea for an apology from George, and all she needed was George's apology (which she received). She did not need people calling him an abuser, she did not need her friends to utilize her pain to attack George's friend Dream, and she did not need people to pry into both her and George's life for answers.

All of this could, and should, have happened off-screen where the two parties could reconcile and heal.

To Caiti: I wish this had not happened to you. I am sorry you are in pain, and I am sorry your friends used your pain for their gain. I hope you find peace from George's apology, and if you do not, I hope you find peace in life.

To George: I wish this did not happen in the public light. Your mistake did not need to be publicized and scrutinized and instead should have been between you and Caiti. I hope you will help Caiti find peace, and if she does not want it, I hope you grow as a person and do not make this mistake again.

As of right now, this blog will remain positive about the Dream Team. I probably will not be supporting George enthusiastically right now (since I want to be certain this isn't a repetitive behavior and just one incident). However, I will be happy to talk about any fandom content regarding him and the other members.

It has been a rough few days, and I am grateful for the lovely positivity we created between my anons and followers. I give you all many squishes of happiness. Thank you for being kind.

Now, let us all move on to a better and brighter future in this fandom. We have a lot of content coming up, and I'm very excited. Feel free to send any asks regarding the situation; I would love to read your opinions.

TL;DR This conversation should have happened off-camera. Caiti's story should not have been used for clout, and George should not have been attacked for clout. Both need to heal off-camera, and we should support that.

#georgenotfound #gnf #dreamwastaken #dream #dream team #caiti #support caiti #Rei speaks #dicey

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mertensiaovum · 5 years

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@healiingall | { Vodis } Greeting Starter;

“I’d rather fucking die.” The words are bitten, harsh as she glowers with her flesh cycling through numerous colours dangerously. She couldn’t believe this. How could they ever believe this was a good idea? A druid? No, former druid is what they’d said. What kind of sick joke was this? Truly, she rather would go through another cycle than to trust this one in the slightest. There’s nervous chittering coming from the poor creature trying to ease her hostility, it’s not like that he’s not with them. She gnashes her sharp jowls, flaring her colours all the more as she hisses and rattles her coral. “Like hell it isn’t! I’m not letting another one of those bastards get their claws on me! Let me die already!” It seems severe to say such a thing, it would’ve been if not for her species but she’s soon met with aggression herself. If you die then you’ll be abandoning your work and put us in a bad position! Well, how was she supposed to ignore that? Duty over hatred, right?

Her ears pin back, teeth bared in anger that she was being cornered into this decision but he was right. If she went through another cycle then it’d be difficult to continue her work for a while. “If he so much as touches anything other than the injuries I’ll kill him.” The threat isn’t taken lightly but it doesn’t matter, if not for the current spur of adrenaline keeping her functioning she’d have already been carted to the creature as it is. Split hues turn to the one in question and she sneers a bit, claws grasping at her shoulder all the more tightly. If it were just another Galra, if it were even just another soldier she’d never react this violently but a druid? Now that was cause enough to have her flaring after all that had transpired with the experimentation on her people. She just couldn’t shake the thought. No matter how often she would overlook the turn of another soldier, she couldn’t accept that any druid would do as such. “You even attempt sedating me and I’ll slaughter everyone and eat your comrades in front of your eyes.”

#Tales;#Greeting Starters;#Healiingall #[ I'M SORRY SHE'S A VOLATILE SQUISH ]

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the-author-dragon · 2 years

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Rainy days

In which the weather is pouring rain, and Bakugo meets (Y/N) at the entrance to the dorms.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: This was a request from my friend on Discord. (Thanks, man I needed the practice.)

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(Y/N) grumbled, looking at the rain. She didn't mind thunderstorms, in fact it was quite the opposite. However, that was when she was inside or could return right back inside after dancing in the rain. She not only had no umbrella, but she had to get to school, and if she tried to walk the five minutes to school in the rain, she would be left with a wet uniform all day and possibly catching a cold. She debated holding her bookbag over her head but then realized that her books would then be ruined. Most of the rest of the class had already left, leaving her pretty stranded until she figured out a solution. She contemplated just calling in sick and staying home, but then a noise behind her caught her attention.

The door to the dorms opened, and out walked Bakugo, umbrella in hand. He opened the umbrella and started walking to the school. "Hey! Wait!" Bakugo stopped in his tracks. "Can I walk under your umbrella with you? I don't have one."

Bakugo didn't even turn around. "No."

"Huh?" (Y/N) was taken aback by the bluntness of his response.

"It's hardly big enough for me," he said. "You're smart, you should have enough spatial awareness to know you wouldn't fit." Bakugo turned back toward her. "I'm sure you can find someone else who can walk you to school."

"Listen, I'm so sorry for asking, but can we maybe just like, squish under it? I'm pretty sure I'm going to be late if I wait any longer. Please can I share your umbrella?" (Y/N) pressed her palms together as she asked. "I promise I'll find a way to make it up to you, okay?"

"Fine, whatever, get over here," Bakugo said after a few seconds, gesturing for her to come under the umbrella. (Y/N), knowing that Bakugo wouldn't make the offer twice, scooped up her bookbag and hurried under the umbrella, walking as close to Bakugo as she could. The blond boy smelled nice, but a little bitter, like the time Sato had failed at making caramel. Just over that smell was something like cologne and shampoo. It was a bit overwhelming, but comforting.

"Thank you," she finally said after a little bit. "I really appreciate it."

"Whatever," Bakugo replied, moving closer to her, their shoulders pressed together. (Y/N) looked over at the blond boy, whose hair was just barely sprinkled with rain from before he had opened his umbrella. His face was surprisingly calm and focused. (Y/N) tilted her head. She could hardly remember a moment when she had ever seen Bakugo not angry or taunting his enemies into a fight. She had always admired his sense of strategy and his strength in battle. It was hard not to admire him, really. He was smart and incredibly strong, a perfect balance. However, his generally volatile nature had kept her at a distance.

How ironic it was then, here she was, shoulder to shoulder with the boy with the worst anger issues in the class, the one that she had never bothered to properly get to know, the one that equal parts scared her and interested her, the one she had been carefully observing from a distance. Here he was, his cheeks flushed probably from the cold, here he was, his hair dusted with parts of the sky and his red eyes more gentle than she had ever seen them.

When thunder struck, she chose to believe her heart had jumped from the sudden boom and not because he had looked at her. "What are you looking at?" he asked, his characteristic growl just around his voice.

"Eep!" She almost jumped out of the dry spot of the umbrella, but instead averted her eyes. "Sorry."

"C'mon, we're gonna be late," Bakugo said, shaking his head and sighing. (Y/N) tilted her head in confusion and sped up her pace to keep up with the blond boy. (Y/N) had made a realization that she hadn't made previously. Bakugo was surprisingly pretty. He was genuinely handsome, something that (Y/N) didn't want to consider.

She didn't want to look more into this emotion, not really. As much as she wanted to squish it immediately, a part of her wanted to hang onto it and keep it in a safe spot in her heart. The logical bit of her knew that this was dangerous, quite literally playing with fire. However, something about him appealed to her heart. He turned his head to look at the skyline, and a flash of lightning illuminated his face.

(Y/N) was dazzled and starstruck. Bakugo was like a flash of lightning and the powerful boom of thunder, the fire and beautiful sparks of fireworks lighting up the sky. A bolt of lightning danced across the sky behind him and a boom of thunder echoed in their ears. They had arrived at the school, finally. Bakugo closed his umbrella and started wrapping it up, shaking the rain off it.

"Hey, what if I bought you dinner?"

"What?" Bakugo was surprised and almost sounded downright offended.

"To pay you back! You must have gotten at least a little wet because you shared your umbrella with me. I know this great place where we can get some food if you want."

Bakugo paused and narrowed his eyes. "Do they have anything spicy?"

And thus, (Y/N) had ended up here, sitting across the table from Katsuki Bakugo and reconsidering all her life choices. This was Bakugo who had agreed to be taken to dinner and was currently inhaling a bowl of spicy noodles and appeared to be enjoying it a lot. She herself was working her way through her own food, not quite sure how she had gotten here. If anyone in the future asked her how she had managed to do it, she supposed she would shrug and tell them that she wasn't sure.

Bakugo slurped up some noodles, swallowing them and looking up at (Y/N). "So, what's all this about?"

(Y/N) rubbed the back of her neck, a bit flustered. "Well, you see, I promised you I'd find a way to pay you back."

"Dinner?" Bakugo raised a very suspicious eyebrow. "This is a bit more money than I'd spend over someone keeping me dry."

"I mean, you did keep me from getting sick or being miserable all day. Besides, the food here is really cheap."

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, clearly not believing anything, but deciding not to mention it. "The food is good, I guess," Bakugo muttered.

"You guess?" (Y/N) smiled, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "You've kinda been inhaling it."

"Whatever." Bakugo was acting a lot softer than he usually did. It was eerie and made (Y/N) a bit nervous. She reached for her glass of water and to her shock and Bakugo's (probably) fury, the water tipped over and water sloshed all over the table, hit the floor, and splashed all over Bakugo's shirt.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" (Y/N) said frantically, grabbing a napkin to help mop up the mess. Bakugo's lips were pursed and he seemed to be restraining at least a few curse words and an outburst.

"How clumsy are you?" he snapped.

"Very," (Y/N) replied, noticing a rag on a nearby empty table. She grabbed it and mopped up the rest of the water, handing Bakugo a few napkins. "I am so, so sorry."

"It'll be fine," Bakugo grumbled.

"Oh uh," (Y/N) said, not sure how to respond. The rest of the dinner was awkward, and Bakugo finished his noodles far before (Y/N) finished her food.

Eventually, they had left the restaurant, and they stared out at the street, grumbling at the sight of the rain pouring on the pavement. "Not again," Bakugo sighed. "Why is it raining so much?"

"I guess it's that season," (Y/N) offered.

"November isn't a season, idiot."

"I'm not saying it's a season! It's just been like this for awhile!"

"Sure, I guess," Bakugo muttered. He looked around and squinted at a store across the street. "Look, there's a store over there. Maybe we can buy you an umbrella so you don't have to share with me anymore."

"Let's make a run for it!" (Y/N) said, hopping once or twice.

"Alright, we run when I say so."

"What's wrong with 'on the count of three?'"

"Run!"

"Apparently everything," (Y/N) huffed, taking off running. The roar of a car caught (Y/N)'s attention, and she realized the two of them were in the way of an oncoming car. Something yanked her to the side, and within a few seconds, she and Bakugo were on the sidewalk, hair soaked with rain, and Bakugo's eyes wild with concern, fear, and as usual, a bit of anger.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly but stiffly, his hands on her shoulders.

"I- I'm fine, really, thanks to you."

"We really should have looked both ways, that was stupid," he grumbled under his breath. "Let's go in the store. You're covered in water."

"So are you!" (Y/N) said, deeply concerned.

"Doesn't bother me. Let's go." He took her hand and began leading her into the store. (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat. His hands were surprisingly soft and gentle. (Y/N) looked at Bakugo, whose hair was damp from the rain. It was weird, how each time she looked at him she saw something new in him. They entered the store, and the stark difference between the ambiance of the street and the store caught her off-guard. The store walls were painted a bright white and the floors were a similar color of tile. (Y/N) looked around and spotted a rack of umbrellas.

"Ah! There we go!" She tugged Bakugo along and grabbed an umbrella. She looked at Bakugo and waited for him to grab one, too.

"What?"

"You're not getting one?"

"I've already got one back at the dorms."

"You wanna walk in the rain?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

"I'm already covered in water."

"It's gotta be uncomfortable," (Y/N) offered.

"If it worries you so much, I'll walk under the umbrella with you."

"Um, sure, I guess," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. "Here, let's go pay for this." They went up the counter, (Y/N) letting go of his hand to pull out her wallet and pay for the umbrella. They left the store, hand in hand, quietly walking through the rain with an umbrella in hand. They hardly noticed or minded that they were holding hands, or that again they were shoulder to shoulder. It was peaceful and quiet.

(Y/N) leaned into his touch, a wave of comfort and a feeling of safety washing over her. She smiled quietly, not noticing that Bakugo was doing the same. The two of them walked on and on, traveling back to the school, but in no hurry. They simply enjoyed each other's presence. One day, but not exactly today, they would recognize their feelings for each other. One day, they would become quite the adorable couple. Now, however, they delighted in the comfort of each other's presence and nothing more.

#bakugo x reader #bakugo #katsuki bakugo #fluff #mha #bnha

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superblizzarddrift · 3 years

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Teething Problems

This one kinda wrote itself so thanks for the awesome prompt choice @hermanncodednewtboy! (AO3 version here)

Hermann had been in the waiting room for nearly an hour when Newt finally shuffled in, one hand clutching an icepack to his jaw and the other holding the nurse’s arm.

‘Oh, good.’ He hurried over, struggling to hide his worry. ‘Newton, how are you feeling?’

Newt stared back at him with a look of betrayal. ‘They took my teeth, dude,’ he slurred.

‘Not all of them,’ the nurse said kindly, ‘just the ones that were causing you trouble.’

Newt had been complaining about his wisdom teeth for as long as Hermann had known him. “I’ll get it fixed when the apocalypse is over,” he’d insist whenever Hermann nagged him about it. Ten years later, the apocalypse was over and Newt was out of excuses.

‘Can we go home now?’ Newt let go of the nurse’s arm and latched onto Hermann like a dejected limpet. With a sigh, Hermann settled things with the nurse and listened to her instructions. It was a little hard to concentrate with Newt being so… affectionate. Judging by her smile, she noticed his blush.

It was dark outside. Mako waved from her car. ‘Did it go well?’ she asked as they clambered into the back.

‘No, it was bad,’ Newt muttered, clutching the icepack against his cheek. ‘Didn’t feel any of the teeth come out.’

‘That is a good thing, Newton.’ Hermann leaned over to buckle him in.

‘But I don’t know if they even did it!’

Mako laughed. ‘I’ll get you home.’

“Home” was still the Shatterdome for now, although clean-up had begun and pretty soon the K-Science division would be a thing of the past. Hermann never thought he’d miss that lab – or his annoying co-worker. As they turned a corner, Newt slumped against his shoulder. Hermann put an arm around him.

‘Had really cool dreams.’ Newt mumbled. ‘Each dentist was a different Kaiju…’

In the mirror, Mako’s eyes flicked up briefly before returning to the road. A Kaiju had taken her father, just as it had taken her family before it. He knew she was still grieving, in her own quiet way. ‘How many dentists were there?’ she asked, incredulously.

‘A family,’ Newt pronounced, eyes slipping closed. Without his glasses, he looked more vulnerable somehow. Hermann could see the line across his forehead where the stitches had recently healed, the yellow stain of a bruise on his cheekbone. He resisted the urge to comb his fingers through his messy hair.

Back at the Shatterdome, Mako helped Newt to walk up to his room. He wobbled along amiably enough, but when he started bumping into things Hermann quickly returned his glasses.

Outside his door, Newt fumbled through his pockets. ‘I… I can’t find my key. Maybe I left it inside…’

Hermann’s heart sank. Newt had changed his mind about going five times, until he’d had to almost drag him out the door. The key was probably inside his room.

Mako bit her lip. ‘You could borrow my room for the night? I’ve been sharing with Raleigh anyway.’ She blushed a little.

Hermann shook his head it. ‘Mako, you have done more than enough tonight. I’ll… I’ll take him to my quarters. It’s probably better if someone keeps an eye on him, anyway.’

Mako hesitated. 'Are you sure? I really don't mind...'

Newt looked to Hermann hopefully. 'Sleepover? Please?'

Oh, it was going to be a long night.

Mako followed them to Hermann's room then bid them goodnight.

'Take care, rock star,' she said fondly, with a wink at Newt.

'Mmm,' said Newt vaguely, eyes drifting closed.

Hermann ambled into his apartment, scanning for any litter or discarded underwear before remembering that he never left anything in his room out of place.

Newt sat down on Hermann's bed, groaned and promptly spat a mouthful of bloody gauze into his lap.

'Oh, for heaven's sake, Newton.' Hermann grabbed a handkerchief and cleaned up the mess.

'Hurts,' Newt said miserably, but held still as Hermann gently mopped the red saliva off his fingers and chin. 'Are you sure they took my teeth out?'

'I assure you that they took all four of your wisdom teeth, yes.'

'Where did they put them?' He stared at him tiredly, icepack pressed against his cheek again. 'They're my teeth. So I own them.'

'You can't keep them. If it's any consolation, you have plenty more.'

'But I had them for so long,' he whined, flopping down on Hermann's pillow. 'I saved the world with those teeth!'

With a sigh, Hermann patted his ankle. Sometimes he thought he could feel Newt’s emotions, like some residual effect of their Drift. Some mornings he woke up with a song in his head he'd never heard before. Like it or not, they were connected now.

Newt sighed softly as Hermann's hand found his shoulder. Hermann wasn't sure how it got there, but he couldn't bring himself to remove it. 'Get some rest,' he said finally. Newt did indeed seem to be dozing off, mumbling nonsense as Hermann relieved him of his glasses and shoes.

It would be hard to say goodbye to him, Hermann realised. At some point, their volatile relationship had morphed into something harder to define. He’d told himself it was merely co-dependency from working together for so long, but that didn’t account for their Drift. He’d been inside Newt’s head, and he knew that there was something there too.

Newt appeared to be asleep by the time Hermann draped the blanket over him, but then he stirred. 'I think I'm in love with you,' he said dreamily.

Hermann froze. 'It's only a blanket Newton, no need to be so dramatic.'

'You think I'm joking.' He looked so adorably sad, only his head visible above the blanket. 'You always think I'm joking when I say nice things. But I do love you.'

Hermann looked back at him, and for a moment they were standing together in the pouring rain, minds reeling from the Drift. ‘I – that’s very nice of you. Please try to get some sleep.’ He couldn’t tell him. Not now, when Newt probably wouldn’t remember it, and not when they’d most likely be on opposite sides of the world in a week or two. It was easier to remain detached. That was how he’d been able to do his work in the first place. No ties.

‘Where are you going?’ Newt asked in alarm as Hermann turned away. ‘Don’t go! I’m sorry!’

‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he said. ‘I’m going to sleep on the sofa.’ He barely used the battered old couch by the window, but it would suffice for tonight.

‘There’s enough room for two, you know.’ Newt patted the space beside him. ‘Your leg hurts, doesn’t it? I can feel it too.’

Indeed, Hermann’s leg had been throbbing for most of the walk back. He gaped at him. ‘You can?’

‘You’re so cute when you’re all uptight. Come on. Please?’

If they’d been in this situation a month ago, Hermann would have probably marched out and slept in Mako’s room. Perhaps a little bit of Newt had rubbed off on him in the Drift, because he found himself shrugging off his jacket, kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed beside him. He switched off the light. Now, only a faint glow came from under the door.

Newt curled up under the blanket, squishing his face into the pillow. ‘This is nice,’ he sighed.

Hermann dared to shuffle a little closer, not quite touching him but close enough to feel Newt’s warmth. ‘Yes, it is.’

There was an itch under his skin, a yearning. He didn’t want to say goodbye, not after all they’d been through. Would he still feel the effects of their Drift when they were far apart? What if Newt got into trouble somehow, would he feel his pain? His loneliness?

‘Newton,’ he said quietly, ‘I – I don’t want you to leave.’

Newt yawned. ‘I’m not leaving, I’m staying here.’

‘I don’t mean this room. I mean you. I don’t want to go back to sending letters.’

There was a silence so long that Hermann was sure Newt had gone to sleep. But then Newt shuffled over until his forehead rested on his shoulder. ‘I don’t want you to leave either.’

Relief flooded through him, so strong that he was sure Newt would feel it. ‘It’s settled, then,’ Hermann said calmly, though his heart was singing. ‘Wherever we go next, we shall go together.’

The bed rustled as Newt fidgeted, then there was a puff of air on his cheek as Newt sighed. ‘I can’t kiss you ‘cause my mouth hurts.’

‘You can’t kiss me because you are full of drugs, you silly man.’ But when Newt rested his head on his chest, he didn’t complain. The icepack dripped cold water onto Hermann’s shirt. ‘So, Doctor Geiszler.’ Fondly, he ran his fingers through Newt’s hair. ‘Was this experience better or worse than drifting with a Kaiju brain?'

‘Better, ‘cause I get cuddles. S’not as cool, though.’

Hermann smiled into the darkness. ‘Tell me about these Kaiju dreams you had?’

‘Well, one of them was Otachi, which was funny because she has wings so she couldn’t hold any of the tools…’ As Newt spoke, a warm contentedness seeped through the both of them. Hermann had no idea what was going to happen next, but all that mattered was they did it together.

He didn’t need the Drift to know that he loved Newt too.

#Newmann #my fic

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queen-haq · 2 years

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new Chapter! you have no idea how much i needed this today.

because private stuff and work stuft.

just colleagues who excluded mer on important work stuft und chats. usually i don't let this get me but today it just summed up to a reall exhausting day. And old insecure thoughts crept back in. is it me? Am i this stange that no one want to be my fried for longer than x Days? Just when I'm usefull?

my very own Darina talked me down, but it was not a good day. So, this gentle billy? Balm on my soul, and this gif... perfect. 🥰

But enough of my silly things. Onward to your chapter!

I loved it.

The dumping of matt? Outch. And i kind of get the feeling, matt will not let this go so easy like it seems. Is there going to be a showdown between matt and Billy? No! Don't tell! No spoiler!

And davina, how i adore her. Her beeing the devils advocate for Billy, even if she don't like him. What would reader be without her...

I love how Billy does those little things for reader, just because she don't like doing them. Just to make her day easier. This reminded my a bit of those post here on tumblr on how men express there love, like squish the hand 3 Times for i love you, learn to make a certain kind of dish...

But can he please just say one time: "krista is not my girlfriend anymore" just one time? Not that Reader will belive him, but i don't recall him saying those words to her at least once... maybe "i don't have a girlfried, i have a wife"

Reader didn't pull any punches, outch poor Billy, this chapter was mean to him... But i wanted him to suffer... He really needs to see how much he fucked up. He starded in this chapter but He has still a long way to go...

All in all was this chapter perfekt for me and totally worth the wait. 😘🥰

Aw, I'm sorry you had a bad day buy I'm glad you had your own Davina to help you out. We all need a Davina in our lives.

I see Billy and Reader's married life as being very peaceful in contrast to their volatile personalities. He knew how important it was to her that she didnt have to deal with constant chaos and volatility and he did make things easier for her. Same with Reader. Billy was always afraid of abandonment so when he pulled toxic stunts like following her around, tracking her phone, she's like meh. Yes their relationship was never healthy but they both knew how to smooth out each other's toxic traits. They both lived their life together so now that his memories are back he's desperate to return to it.

Billy us having a hard time facing what he did before. Because, if he does, then he knows there's no chance of them getting back together, in his mind he knows it's unforgivable. So he's fighting it, avoiding it, doing everything he can to keep the guilt away or he knows he'll lose her. The ironic part is there's no hope until he faces it.

Thank you for the support as always 😊

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