#kit x damien

[candiiskool]

I FEEL LIKE HENRIETTA WOULD DIE FOR THIS CAKE AND MICHEAL FOUND OUT SHE LIKED IT,SO HE WOULD LIKE SAVE UP ALL HIS MONEY JUST TO BUY IT FOR HER BIRTHDAY AND SHE WOULD CRY BECAUSE SHES SO HAPPY🌸💖🌸💖🌸

[professonalarttheclownfan]

Jealous

David x fem!reader

(I am obsessed with this man)

UPDATE-finally got round to editing it and making it a little better in my opinion.

You been hired as a part of the makeup team for the 3rd Terrfier having the first 2 be some of your favourite films, you were stoked beyond words.

The makeup and costuming department was a small due to a smaller budget. So you’d gotten the know the others well. It was the first day on set and you’d yet to meet any of the actors, getting the prosthetics ready, and talking through any final makeup changes with Damien.

You’d been given the golden ticket, working on the man himself, thee art the clown. Due to clashing schedules the cast read through was something you’d had to miss out on, so you really were a newbie. Having been in awe of David since Terrfier came out, getting to be so up close to him was a dream come true.

You’d come to set early to get set up and after talking with Damien, you grabbed your kit, laying out the things you needed and the order you’d use stuff in. Being able to be in the quiet was calming, your nerves were heightened, feeling like you were living in a dream. You were talented, but to be working with the likes of Damien and David had your head spinning.

A light knock pulled you out of your head, it was still slightly early but nothing major, still, the knock surprised you none the less.

“Come in” you called out, pushing your half empty kit bag on the the shelf. You hadn’t realised it was David that had knocked since you were stood with your back still facing the door.

“Thought I’d come say hey” his voice was gentle yet charming, you spun on your heels to face him, your cheeks turning up ward into a bright smile. There he was stood right there, within arms reach. You were taken aback at how truly handsome he was, you knew he was attractive from photos and panel videos but nothing like having him stand in-front of you in the flesh.

“Since you know we’re going to be spending hours a day together. Plus we never got to meet at the cast reading. I was kinda gutted you weren’t there. I love your work, especially that joker piece you did” he continued, letting out a small laugh.

“Hey! yeah, im y/n. It’s actually nice to finally meet you. I was so bummed I had to miss it. Im in shock that you know of my work! But thank you that really means alot!” You answered sticking your hand toward him, he returned the gesture. Gently placing his hand in yours and shaking it. You locked eye contact with the tall man, a blush rose to your cheeks, which in turn caused to look away.

You both clicked instantly, after light flirting and a conversation that seemed to flow like water, it was time to get him in the chair. This man was a charmer, you don’t know how you’d survive the duration of filming, you could already feel yourself gaining feelings for him.

~a couple of months into filming

You’d gotten to know David well, and he you. You two had become kind of inseparable. Finding that you both seemed to gravitate toward each other, even on days that David wasn’t filming you’d usually end up doing something together to get your and his mind off of work for a while. The early mornings and late nights you had together became the best part of the working day for both of you, although doing the makeup and taking the said makeup off was tedious, you and David got the trailer to yourselves and that time was filled with belly laughs and constant chatter between the two of you. Your feelings had developed for David, being around him so much just intensified them.

After filming finished, premiers and cons were beginning. Your name had gotten out there, you’d become as popular as the main cast especially due to all the content fans got from your and David’s outings.

~You’d been invited to a panel, along with David. You’d stood at the side of the stage. You’d never done anything like this before, your anxiety was through the roof, your knees shook as you waited shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You felt a firm squeeze on your shoulder you knew instantly who it was, David. He kept his arm over your shoulders whilst he stood beside you. As if he was magic, he could tell how nervous you were about the whole thing. You appreciated him.

“You’re gonna smash it pretty lady” he whispered to you, pulling you into a hug, he rested his chin on top of your head not letting go until he was called up onto the stage.

It was your turn, you tapped the tip of your middle finger against the pad of your thumb a habit you’d picked up to replace picking at the skin around your fingers when you got anxious, the crowd was far larger then you’d expected. You took the seat next to David, and plopped your self on the chair behind the long table.

The interviewer was pretty, no. Drop dead gorgeous. And you could tell she had eyes for David, you swallowed down the pit you had in your stomach. The flirting was obvious, she batted her lashes, pushed her arms to reveal more of her cleavage, all the text book things. You didn’t hate her, why would you? but you envied that she could probably have David right there and then if she wanted too. You were quiet on the stage, you’d usually be able to keep your anxiety in check and David picked up on this instantly, he hated seeing you struggling, he wanted to hug you, comfort you, but he couldn’t so instead he hooked his pinky finger on to yours under the table, if anything it helped calm him too.

If asked a question you’d answer and thank fans when ever they came up. You were extremely grateful and loved every single one of them, they meant you could be sat were you were today. But due to your inner turmoil you tried your best to stay composed remaining polite and appreciative but quiet. Jealousy bubbled, even though he sat there with his pinky intertwined with yours you’d convinced yourself he only viewed you as a friend, he was a charming beautiful soul, you hated being like this you were a grown adult. But with it mixed in with the shame and the embarrassment, for thinking about David romantically. Why would a man such as himself glance your way, when he was surrounded by such interesting, gorgeous women?

A fan had walked up to the mic situated in the audience, you were away with your thoughts and you hadn’t realised the fan had asked a question directed toward just you, having the majority of fans ask questions primarily for David you hadn’t realised this one was for you. You felt David unlink his pinky with yours and gently place his hand on your wrist, David gave your arm a slight stroke with his thumb to get your attention, offering you a reassuring smile whilst tilting his head ever so slightly toward the fan.

“Hey, Sorry! Could you repeat that? I didn’t quite hear” you smiled at the fan, feeling bad for not listening.

“Of course! hi I’m kay! im such a huge fan of you! So obviously me and the fans want to know what was your favourite thing to do in your down time when you weren’t working on the film? We’ve seen all the photos of your guys days out but I really wanna know!” Kay finished, it was an odd question but a sweet one at that with all the photos circulating of you and the cast hanging out, fans get curious.

“Hmm, probably just catching a film with David and sometimes other cast members every so often! Or me and David would find the BEST takeout places if we were filming in the same location for a while so we’d always get takeout then build Lego sets together. Elliot would join in when he wasn’t too busy too! Me and David also have a shared love of theatre so we’d catch shows together! Especially musicals. I think having down time when filming a project like this is highly important! being around guts and gore is so so fun but day in day out can get tiring��

The fan seemed super happy with the answer you gave, but what you did miss out was any time you spent with David was your favourite when working or not, even when the job load was stressful David made it all feel okay again.

You were desperate to get off of the stage, your emotions were starting to drain you and so was your social battery and thankfully the panel was coming to a finish,

“We want to thank the panel today! to the wonderful David and Y/n!” The lady said, the crowd erupted with applause, you thanked the crowd and left the stage. The interviewer nodded her head toward you as you walked off, you returned the gesture. Once off the stage you turned to wait for David releasing she’d swooped in to give David a goodbye hug, the hug lasted a while, and with that you walked away you needed air.

Mentally beating yourself up for ever thinking there was something special between you and him, surprised at yourself for just walking away, as you’d usually wait for David or vice versa. But you needed a breather. Being in love with this man was too much. Soon as the press and cons were over you’d have to go back to your old life anyway, a life that was a million worlds away from David’s . His new found stardom would mean, you’d soon become just another makeup artist he’s worked with. And it hurt.

You’d managed to make your way outside avoiding the large crowds of horror fans by navigating the labyrinth of corridors in the venue,“Hey, y/n wait up!” David called out to you, you hadn’t realised David was behind you, his tall frame taking large fast steps toward you making his way through the door that was propped open.

“Why’d you speed off? I saw you wait for me off stage for a sec then you vanished. I was gonna ask if you wanted to sneak off and go get coffee, luckily I’d seen you through the window” he smiled down at you once he caught up, your face was flush and red. It’s like you couldn’t even look at him, you’d made your self feel like a child with a one way crush.

“Just needed some air, big crowds, it’s all new to me.” You answered him, you both walked in sync with each other. You allowed yourself to take deep breaths, it was all abit overwhelming. From being around people you now considered family every day, to falling in love, to having to do press and premieres. To knowing it was all going to go back to how it was before again.

“Wanna sit?” He gestured toward a bench, and you obliged. You had seemed to manage to find a quiet haven away from the craziness that was just beyond a wall.

“Y/n, what’s really going on? I know you were anxious but on that stage, it’s like you’d lost your sparkle. And I know for a fact you can handle your anxiety like a badass.” he was so in tuned with people, especially yourself.

“I don’t know, I guess I was in my own head. Which I shouldn’t have been. The fans had come from far and wide. And I sat there, like an idiot” you looked toward your feet, kicking at the dry, dead leaves that lay on the floor.

“well, despite what’s going on in that head. You did well, I could tell you were struggling with something but the fact you got up there and did it anyways. I’m proud of you” he once again smiled at you, nudging you lightly with his shoulder.

“Thank you David, I’m so proud of what we’ve all created. But those crowds dude. They’re intense” you said whilst letting out a long breath,

“Y/n, wanna know something funny, the interviewer slipped her number in my pocket whilst we were leaving the stage! That’s an old school trick if I ever did see one.” He laughed, suddenly the jealousy came bubbling back in your stomach again, you gave a pathetic attempt at a laugh back trying to hide the hurt but failing miserably , you were never an actor.

“Bless her, I’m sure some horror film buff will make her happy” David said as he took the piece of paper out of his pocket and crumpled it in his fist. You looked at him,

“Your not going to text her?” You questioned, genuinely confused.

David looked at you, raising an eyebrow, “Why would I want to text another woman when I’ve got the woman I want right next to me.”

Your eyebrows knit together,

“Y/n, have you not caught on yet? You think I let just anyone paint my nails” he stated, as if the question was rhetorical.

you chuckled, genuine this time, “Yes David, because you’re so sweet if someone asked if they could paint your nails you’d let them” smiling at him, he was a man to be cherished.

“Well that’s besides the point, y/n. I am absolutely crazy about you. Silly. Head over heels or what ever you want to call it. I’m in love with you. And I need to tell you now, before you have to go back, other wise I’d never do it.”

You grabbed his arm, hooking yours onto his, relaxing into the bench and crossing your leg over the other in the process. A smile so wide slapped on your face you’d look manic to anyone walking by.

“Good, because im in love with you too. And thank god, because it means I don’t have to be jealous anymore” you smirked at him, as he turned to look at you, a grin plasters on his face too.

“Jealous nelly are we? I could tell you weren’t fond of that interviewer” he said as he leaned in, to finally kiss you.

[rhodesrider]

Biting Habits

CG! Drew M. x Little! Fem! Reader

(Small scene with CG! Finn B. And Damien P. W/ Nicole (oc))

SFW! 18+ Minors DNI! Thank you!

Warning: Age regression, Topic of mastication, crying, stress topics

Mastication: its a synonym for chewing

~~~

Drew was humming along to the cartoon music as his little was watching tv in the main room, making some of her favorites as this was a small reward for her amazing behavior for the day. Picking up toys without him asking, eating and drinking what she needed for the day and taking a nap without making a fuss. His little is around the ages of 2-4 and she still has some issues with her sucking her thumb but drew also started to notice that she started bitting on her shirt a lot. “Lovely, time for some grub.” His little looked up over the couch to peer in the kitchen seeing him fixing her plate. As she did so she was naming on her t shirt near the collar. She hopped off the couch and hopped along to the kitchen to happily started eating but soon heard some sharp snaps that made her stop and whimper.

“Princess please stop chewing on ur shirt, come one now we talked about this honey.” she pouted and she released the wet top, Drew just sighed, “We have to figure out what’s with that.” Drew sat her colorful plate down and she hoisted herself up to the chair, “Daddy I sorry…” “I know pumpkin but you can’t be chew on your shirts.” She nodded and she started to eat her food as it was placed in front of her. Drew put his plate away since he wasn’t hungry at the time and had an idea with the free time he made for himself. He remembered that another person had the same issue that his little was dealing with. “Beauty, I’ll be back. Daddy has to make a call to a friend. No chewing on the shirt, just the food and I’ll get you some cheesecake. How does that sound?” She smiled and and nodded continuing to eat her food so she could get her other reward, her eyes watching Drew leaving the dining room.

“Ah the little one is chewing on her clothes? That’s easy, get her something to chew on.” Drew was on the phone with Finn as he was with Damian watching their little Nicole, Rhea and Dominic were out doing promos and pictures. Finn was rubbing Nicole’s back as she was coloring and Damian was getting a snack for her together, she was humming to the my little pony music playing in the back. “Literally all I need is for her to teethe on something? How does this even happen?” Drew ask as he looking up different teething necklaces from Amazon. Finn soon looked seeing Nicole show him the finished product of a colored page, he smiled and kissed her forehead. “One sec Drew, that’s so nice munchkin. Go ask DD to put it on the fridge so when mama gets home she sees it hm?” She nodded quick giggling and went to show Damien. “But yea as I was saying, It could be a number of reasons. But a main one is that she’s probably stressed about something or that’s just how she copes while she’s in her head space. But it’s not as bad, Nicole was dealing with stress and she would scratch her skin man.” Drew was worried but it seemed like an easy fix, it’s just he wants to know what is stressing her. “Finny! DD made Ants on a Tree!” Finn chuckled some. “Logs sweetie, and I’m coming!” “Thanks Finn, you have fun with the ants on a tree.” Drew smirked and chuckled as Finn said bye muttering an insult so the little one couldn’t hear. Hanging up Drew looked over at his little one seeing she was chewing on her lip as she was scrolling on her table done with her food. “Princess no chewing on your lip either, you’ll hurt your-“ “Ow!”

Drew got up quick going to her seeing that she bit her lip too hard by accident, she started sniffling and getting nervous not wanting to get in trouble. “Hey hey it’s ok baby you didn’t mean to, I’m not mad ok lass?” She nodded as some tears fell, Drew kissed her forehead and went to get the first aid kit to help clean her lip so it can heal properly. “Daddy also has a few questions for you bug. I wanna know what’s going on. Is there anything I’m doing wrong? That’s making you uncomfortable or having a noisy head?” He asked rubbing her hand after finishing up cleaning her lip. “…work…” Is what she simply said. “Well I know that you chill with Daddy to forget all about big bad work….” “Yes and I love spending time with you daddy but I’m still bleh…” She looked down playing with the bottom of her shirt. “I see…welp daddy got some stuff for you and it’s gonna come tomorrow. You think you can not chew on your shirt or your lip till daddy gets your gift? It’s gonna help.” She nodded and she hugged Drew kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry daddy…” “Hey hey no tears, big girls don’t cry when they don’t do anything wrong. Now let’s get the dishes done and we can watch a movie ok?” She nodded and she wiped her little tear happy about the sudden movie night.

~

The next day, Drew was waiting for her to come home from the meeting they were having for staff for this weeks shows. He finished his practice so he was gonna wait for her like always but she said for him to go ahead since its more work. She came in the house sighing slow and her body very sore. Closing the door the familiar smell of sweets made her melt, and soon she opened her eyes seeing Drew coming from the kitchen. “If you want to regress you can baby, I made some sweets and your gift is on the counter.” She nodded and she went to the stairs to go and dress down so she can be comfortable, get the work smell away with a nice hot shower. After fixing herself up, she came down and she zoomed to the kitchen. “All better muffin?” She nodded darting her eyes as the box on the table. “Are those my things?” She asked low as Drew nodded. She opened the box and Drew saw her eyes light up, She saw it was a big box of fidget and teething toys. “I know your anxiety has been nothing you pumpkin, so Daddy felt like this would help. You can even take a toy to work so it wont stress you as bad.” She pulled out a teething toy with a string on it. A necklace she could wear, besides biting on her shirt. She put it over her neck and she immediately started to nite on the toy in satisfaction. “I’m glad I disinfected the toys.” Drew chuckled happy she’s enjoying the toy. “Thank you, so much Drew.” She smiled shedding tears after she took the toy out her mouth. Drew leaned over and wiped the tears from her cheek smiling. “You’re welcome pumpkin. I don’t like to see you stressed or unhappy. So I fixed it, and when ever you need help I’ll always be there to fix it.” He smiled and she kissed his hand rubbing her arm. “Now looked through them baby there’s like 30 in there don’t just stop at one.” She giggled as he removed his hand and she continued to look through the box in glee.

Drew soon had a phone call, looking at the caller ID he smirked and he walked out the kitchen letting his little know he has a call to take care of. “What’s up Roman?…A project?…” He got the details and looked at his little fidgeting with safe magnets giggling to herself as she slipped into her headspace safely. “Sure, But why am I the gloom and doom man?” He asked in protest.

“Alright Aright, I’ll play along. Ill fell like I would enjoy it, and so will pumpkin. Update me when your ready mister Kent.”

[mothgodofchaos]

Bit

First entry for Spooky Month! I enjoyed writing this.

Werewolf!Damien x GN!Reader, TW: blood, injury Words: 721

You walk up to Damien’s cabin, tentative as you look around the woods. On the phone, he sounded rather panicked. You grabbed a bag of basic essentials and some groceries on the way, leaving those in your car until you are able to scope out the situation better. He wasn’t terribly specific, but when he’s normally so put together, hearing him panic made you think that something was terribly wrong. You hold your med kit tightly in your grip, knocking at the door before slowly opening it into the cabin.

“Damien? I’m here. Is everything alright?”

“I’m- ngghh- over here, darling…”

His voice draws your attention over to the fireplace, where he’s clutching his shoulder. Blood has soaked through his dress shirt, part of it shredded from what looks like a large bite.

“What on earth happened!? Damien, we need to take you to a hospital.”

“No no- no hospital. A- wolf bit me.”

His statements break between gasps and grunts, breaking your heart to see him in this much pain. You grab a disinfectant from the kit, looking at him apologetically before you start cleaning the bite. He howls in pain, fingers digging into his arm and thigh to try and redirect his growing instincts.

“What kind of wolf bit you? I thought you were careful out here. And I would’ve thought that they’d bite you lower on your body, or you’d have more if they’re in a pack…”

“There was a- young man- I approached him and- fucking hell- he changed- bit me before I could- react-“

Your fingers card through his hair, a bit surprised that the usually put together mayor swore in front of you. You’ve gotten it cleaned up, now bandaging it up.

“So… a werewolf. And now you’re scared you’re gonna turn into one too?”

“I already have- I can’t- do this alone-“

Tears prick the corners of Damien’s eyes, quickly falling down his cheeks as he clutches his shoulder again. You notice fangs as he grimaces in pain, his nails sharper and shaped like claws. His hair is longer and his beard is bushier. He’s not kidding.

“I’m here now, Damien. What can I do to help?”

“I got a lock, for my door. I need you to put it on. If I change, I need you to lock the door.”

“Damien-“

“No arguments. I could not live with myself if you get hurt.”

His voice is stern, but you hear the underlying worry and fear for your health and safety. All you can manage is a nod, moving to locate the lock. You find it, attached to several chains that you cover his door in. Makes the homey cabin feel more like a prison. You turn back to Damien, but he’s not within sight anymore. All you can make out is a whimpering by the fire.

You move around the couch, and find him in wolf form, curled up and whining. He’s still crying, shaking with fear. When he sees you, he tries to scramble up before you try to placate him, slowly moving to sit next to him.

“It’s okay, Damien. I’m right here…”

Your hand grazes along his fur, thick and soft against your skin. He starts to settle again, still whimpering as he hides his face beneath his front paws. All you can think of to do is continuing to pet him, moving your hands with intention as to not set him off. You reach his head, scratching behind his ears with both hands, and he lets out a pleased growl. His back leg starts thumping, it seems like you found the good spot.

It’s cute, in a way. Having a large wolf leaning into your touch, happy as can be with the affections he’s receiving. His head moves into your lap, curling around you. You smile, noticing he’s stopped shaking and crying.

“That’s a good boy. My sweet boy.”

You lean down to kiss his snoot, earning a wag for your efforts. He licks your hand back, wagging even harder.

“We’ll manage, I promise. I’m not letting you deal with this alone, Damien.”

Damien snuggles around you a bit tighter, shoving his snoot into your hand. His eyes close, and he lets out a long sigh. He may not have the words right now, but he’s certainly thanking you.

[locke-writes]

2k Writing Challenge

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Song Prompts:

Boris - Lo-Fang

People Watching - Conan Gray

If I Get High - Nothing But Thieves

Fair - The Amazing Devil

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

And She Was - Talking Heads

Bulletproof - La Roux

Pierre - Ryn Weaver

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers )

Vienna - Billy Joel

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer

Seventeen - MARINA

Sofia - Clairo

Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

Toxic - Britney Spears

All These Things That I’ve Done - The Killers

Movement - Hozier

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

End of Beginning - Djo

Liability - Lorde

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

bad idea! - girl in red

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

Dialogue Prompts

“I couldn’t stop loving you, even if I tried. And I did try for some time. But it didn’t work.

“We all have secrets, don’t we”

“After all you’ve done, how can I trust you?”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust them.” ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers)

“You’re the only person I would do this for”

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear”

“What are you doing with that knife?”

“I think you need a hug”

“I smell something burning. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me”

“Didn’t I tell you to bring a jacket?”

“No! You are not getting me sick!”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Excuse me, that joke was terrible”

“Let me get the first aid kit again”

“You aren’t dying, you just stubbed your toe”

“Who made you cry and where can I find them?”

“Go to bed, you need sleep.”

“It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key”

“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“If the sun isn’t up, then I am not up”

“Trust me it looks worse than it is”

“Act like we’re dating, I see my ex” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“It’s always going to be you”

“Please don’t set off the fire alarm again”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No way, you’re taking a break and that’s final”

“You take care of everyone but who takes care of you”

“We promised not to tell that story to anyone”

“Stay there, I’m on my way”

[dirtyvulture]

😎 I will be honest Vulture…. I didn’t see your reply to the “ I am embarrassed” post where I was talking about me accidentally commandeering the name Kit , I was on the drive back home while I was writing my last post. But yes the “ Insert person here” was meant to be Kit if we are using the name still , I will be honest I really like it. So the Father of the Family ( the second one to R and both Kit and R called Pa) was Quincy Morris Sr and the Mother of the family ( who was R’s only mother / motherly figure to her that Kit and R called Ma ) ….. I didn’t come up with a name for her yet . Vulture if you want to take a crack at it then be my guest. Also I noticed rereading the post that I wrote last night at the end saying “Vulture if R had a crush on Kit she didn’t realize it because she was so”, the first so was supposed to be young. Meaning she was young at the time ( she was only 13 when her mutation hit) and she was three years younger than Kit so of course he would have that realization much sooner about his true feelings much quicker than R did and like I said last night, so much was going on at the same time it never really clicked in her head that was what she was truly feeling . She also wouldn’t really be able to look back on it as an adult and realize “ oh I had a crush on Kit as a kid” because of all the happened that the same time covering it up , but that is only if she had a crush on him . Either way she always had some type of love and affection towards Kit Morris.

I will also add that before R was really able to talk Kit didn’t go by Kit …… people and his parents called him ( and still did call him Junior throughout his childhood/ young adulthood but mostly only when he was in trouble ) Junior but when R started to talk she couldn’t properly say Quincy so it came out as Kit. She was looking at Kit calling him that is that is when he got all wide eyed looking up at his parents saying that his name is now Kit. If anyone has seen Spy X Family and know about Damien Desmond and Anya Forger and how Damien acts towards Anya ( picking on her , calling her names etc ) but also so CLEARLY HAS A CRUSH ON HER and how Anya Forger acts towards him back ( she doesn’t take it laying down , she fires back insults and other such things. Anya straight up punches him on the first day of school) . That is exactly how a six year old Kit Morris and three year old R was and how the love -“hate” relationship between them started and lasted for ten years … up until R’s mutation hit and she disappeared. Six year old Kit was picking on her pulling on her braids calling her “ little bird” and a three year old R was saying “ Stop it Kit , you big old meanie !!!!!” as seriously and (*) indignantly (*) as a three year old girl could be . Kit reply taunting “ Ohhh what is a little small thing like you going to do about it????” to that R straight up head butts his ass and causes a split lip ( one that would heal into a small scar on his lip) . That was when their height difference was the most noticeable , ten years later Sixteen year old Kit had a noticeable growth spurt and it would have been a noticeable height difference between him and a 13 year old R if they ever got to see the other face to face. A 13 year old R was also excited to tell Kit all about her “ adult” room ( back in the day kids would be in a “ nursery” until they were like 13 , as seen in Peter Pan with the Darling kids and the father at the beginning stating that he is moving Wendy out of the Nursery. In that movie / story Wendy is like 12 ) and when he inevitably sneaks up to her window she was going to show him her “ adult” room like Kit was excited to show off his (barely there)facial hair, they wanted to show the other that they weren’t so much a little kid anymore ( R wouldn’t have admitted it about of of course) .

I don’t know if Peter Pan is Wolvie’s favorite Disney movie / story but it’s certainly one of them ( plus there has been a lot of live action Peter Pan movies that shouldn’t affect Nat with the RR brainwashing …… one of which was actually starring Ever Anderson who was the girl that played young Natasha Romanoff in the Black Widow opening ) and I think …. there is a line that Wendy says about “ forever is a awfully long time” in reply to Peter saying that they would never ever grow up in Neverland and when she decided to go back home that really strikes R because she has lived that and learned just HOW LONG FOREVER REALLY IS . Also in the 2003 live action movie there is a scene where Wendy and her brothers are back home and Peter is getting ready to fly way and Wendy asks “ You won’t forget me, will you ?” Peter replies “ Me , forget? Never!”. That HITS R SO HIT because when she was getting some of her memories back and she got bits and pieces of Esther Hudson back she always believed that her bodies reaction to the story her love for that story was always tied to Esther … R’s WENDY ( think about it , She can’t age - from the small bits she remember and information gathered she was in love with or loved Esther in some way even if R wasn’t remember the extent of that love - she had aventures with this “ Wendy” but ultimately losing her to age - R knows logically that Esther is dead now but doesn’t remember her reaction to the news nor getting the text about it- and finally meeting “ Wendy’s” daughter “ Jane” , R knows from information gathered by professor X and Jean that Esther had children and there is evidence that R had met them but doesn’t remember anything about a relationship she had with the Hudsons after or how much they meant to R. ) but with all of these weird things happening ( sightings out the corner of her eye of a tall man but him always vanishing when she looks at him head on, R getting these strange desires to do all this juvenile stuff and then the desire to watch Peter Pan again) THAT is when it hits her crying at that scene . Nat asking what is wrong and R looks at her saying “ I had a Peter and I had forgotten them !!!!!!” R always thought she always was / would be a Peter forever losing a Wendy and never imagined she was once a Wendy having lost a Peter.

I also don’t that that R head butts Scott as much as I would LOVE her to because even forgetting the metal of her bones for a second , she could break his sunglasses and that could be VERY DANGEROUS for EVERYONE around and with her metal bones- skull she could possibly kill someone or very badly injured someone doing that . R isn’t the type to risk people’s safety like that and isn’t the type who would severely injure others or risk killing them over some pity ass annoyance or grudge. HOWEVER she would or could “ accidentally” bump into someone that she “ just so happens” to found annoying or “ just so happens to have a” tiny grudge against walking pass them . 

I had just gotten a thought about R and a movie that could be triggering for R and She just CANNOT WATCH without a VISCERAL REACTION or at all like with Nat and her brainwashing from the RR. But this is dependent on and tied to Victoria Creed ( aka Sabertooth) and how R knows her and what the background of both of them exactly is . That movie would be “The Greatest Show Man” as it has showing of the start of the circus and having “ Freak” shows in the 19th century. It brings back so much of the memories of a time R DESPERATELY tries to suppress or not have those memories come back. This time and her time in the weapon X program are tied together with memories R WISHES NEVER CAME BACK or wishes she can “ dunk her brain into bleach to forget” ( a line from the Darkest Knight) . What is dependent on the background with Victoria and R is are they like the comic book version of Wolverine and Sabertooth ( Sabertooth hating Wolverine for killing Sabers brother, a man that captured Wolverine and HELD HIM AGAINST HIS WILL for a 19th century freak show for a circus. Wolverine only killed that man to free himself from captivity) or movie version of those two. If it’s the comic version then as R sees or watched the movie she can’t stop the vivid flashbacks of her being chained down and gawked at by people for her mutation as she was held in captivity against her will in a Freak Show circus in the 1890s , she was known as “ The Wild Woman” ( Wolverine was known as “ The Wild Man” in the comic) and her long hair was a tangled up mess / her clothes …..were all ripped up. She truly looked wild ,savage ….. a beastly beauty. That was the most savage and wild R has ever been ( past or present) at this time and R remembers seeing a woman ( this is Victoria and I don’t know what she would look like or how to describe her at this point) all prim and proper, the perfect image of a civilized woman whom was the ( sister or lover, you get to choose Vulture) of the sick son of a bicth that had done this to R . R is having a full blown panic attack in the bathroom while she is shaking and throwing up in the toilet as she remembers her escape…. Killing the ring master ( the man who has held R against her will) and possibly a few others , something that she isn’t proud of but she …. JUST NEEDED A WAY OUT !!!!!! R knows that the ( sister or lover ) of the ring master lost her goddamn mind, the woman was always been mutant but she became the beastly woman hell bent on destroying and ripping R apart ( including anything or one that R loves) that is now known as Sabertooth. A reflection of sorts to R and everything that R doesn’t want to be . The real kicker is that Sabertooth has the same or similar mutation as R and is able to heal and have a long life like R . They are two immoral beings locked into a cat and mouse game Destined to fight , destroy, tear and rip each other apart for all eternity. 

Ohhhhh what if in the SB universe SB R had a version of Kit Morris like DK R did . But SB was the one whom was the one that was three years older. But SB and their version of Kit Morris didn’t have that same love - “ hate” relationship because SB is too much of a golden retriever to be a mean to anybody and SB is too sweet for their Kit to be mean to them. Their Version of Kit Morris is a girl and both of the Beef Siblings were close with this “ Kit” girl . Sb was the one that had that crush on her and told her that one day they would marry them and she would always tell SB with a roll of her eyes “ When you tower over me in height and you are as strong as a Ox” . At some point during their childhood the girl and her family moved away but they ( the siblings and the girl ) always kept in touch but never saw each other again until adulthood. I will expand on this later …. possibly but imagine sergeant Romanoff finding out about this and especially about that crush and marriage line …. because SB is obviously strong as a ox and is now towering this girl . Especially when they ( SB and Nat ) are in a secret relationship and so when SB is confronted with their “ Kit” about who Nat is they say “ This is ( insert Nat’s specific rank of  sergeant ) Sergeant Romanoff and she is my (they want to say significant other but actually say ) superior officer in the Army.

You can pick out the name of the SB AUs version of Kit Morris’ name . And if she had a crush on SB as kids ( Slim Jim! sergeant beef then ) or not …. and if she does now as an adult 👀👀👀.

* indignantly meaning : in a matter indicating anger or annoyance at something perceived as unfair. *

What do you think R’s last memory of Kit was in person at that Christmas party when Kit was 15 vulture( or if anyone else wanted to take a swing at it) ? Or do you want me to come up with something for it at a different time? And lastly how do you think Nat would react to Wolverine’s reaction/ panic attack at watching “ The Greatest Showman” or learning or seeing something historical about the “ wild woman” of the freak show of the 1890s ? How do Jean or anyone else would react ( maybe her daughter Rogue finds out) ? I don’t believe R would have been forthcoming with that part of her life and didn’t even tell Esther , Her old friend or any Hudson ( whether or not they found out on their own is up for debate).

Kit is in then!

Aw, I really like how R was the one who gave Kit his nickname. It's reassuring to know that as hard of a childhood as R had, she had a few really great friends (even if she doesn't remember them much anymore).

Hmm, that's a good point about Scott. Plus, Jean would be very angry with R and R knows for sure that she is never winning Jean back again. 😂

I really love "The Greatest Showman" lmao (but that is because I am a sucker and love anything and everything that Hugh Jackman is in), so I will not choose that one, but you reminded me of another very old movie (I believe it came out in 1932, so R would've been 100 years old at the time lol) but it was just called "Freaks" and considered to be one of the most notorious and controversial movies ever made. I haven't seen it personally but I looked it up, and it's basically a story about a sideshow circus, but many of the characters were portrayed by actual people who had disabilities (such as conjoined twins, dwarves, a man who was born without legs, etc.). But just like you mentioned, these performers were usually mistreated and abused because they looked different, which would remind R of the time she was treated like a circus animal herself. :( I'm not familiar with that comic, but it sounds like a really interesting one!

I love your headcanons about the slim jim!Sergeant Beef lol. It's just such a wholesome thought that this powerful sergeant once started out as a quiet and shy weakling. Perhaps we can name SB's version of Kit..."Luna."

Going off on a limb here...maybe R's last memory of Kit was her first kiss ever? 👀 I think R would be very secretive about the Wild Woman incident, perhaps because she is very embarrassed and ashamed of what she ended up doing to the ring master (and maybe even some other innocent performers who were in the wrong place at the wrong time). I feel like Nat would not be judgmental of what R did, but the fact that R tries to hide it, because Nat believes that acceptance is a way of coping and moving on, but R is very stubborn and needs some work there.

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Knock

Knock

Knock

A sound lightly tapped on his door which very hastily pulled him from his daydreaming once again.

"Just a sec" he spoke as he immediately tried to wipe the red from his face. He closed his laptop and stood up before he hastily made his way to the door, soon opening it.

On the other side stood a person he'd seen about a million times before. They were around their mid thirties, though you wouldn't be able to tell at a quick glance of their short stature. They had short blonde hair with a pair of glasses crookedly held on their face, most likely because the bags they held didn't allow them to fix it. They held a serious expression, though a smile was hidden in the slight curl of their lips.

"Well Howdy Kit, nice'a you ta make-"

"Please, cut me the openings. I know how you Conagers work" they quickly interjected, a cool snideness found in their tone. Dell stopped as he gave them a slight sneer.

"Well if you're gonna go around callin' me Mister Conager then Ah just might feel so inclined ta start actin' like him" Dell sarcastically replied, a chuckle hidden behind his words. He took a step away from the door and allowed them to walk in and was not surprised to see them rolling their eyes at his comment.

"Alright, alright I don't need your speech. Let's start with the wipe. Where and when" They asked as they set their bag onto the ground before unloading it onto the desk nearby. Dell quietly closed the door, hoping that no one was woken up.

"One of the apartment buildings down the street'a the library a few miles. Might just be easier if I brought it up" he spoke as he took a spot next to them. They nodded and began plugging up some wires to Dell's computer, setting it up for what they needed.

"Alright, so besides cameras and all that was there anything else that recorded you? Any witnesses?" They asked the question with a tone of absentminded thought as they got to work, their familiarity with the interfaces they clicked through shown in how swiftly they moved from one to the other.

"Just someone Ah was with. Didn't record though and I was with 'em a while after. No need for anythin' there" he clarified as they brought up a rather familiar screen.

"Good. Didn't feel like dealing with Tony today anyway. Here, type it in'' while they spoke rather lightheartedly the truth in their words was still most definitely palpable. It earned a short chuckle from Dell as he leaned over to type in the address.

"And Ah don't blame ya for that" he commented before doing as told and quickly clicking to the next screen, the information popping up on the screen once again changing to a jumble that he didn't understand. Kit once again took charge, their eyes moving to scan through what to Dell might as well have been a foreign language. Yet they seemed to fully understand it and, within a few minutes, were able to find what they were looking for.

"Time?"

"Round seven"

"Floor?

"Second"

"Mmhm," they muttered before finally clicking onto what Dell had been waiting for. A video feed popped onto the screen, Kit wasting no time in fasting forwarding through it. Dell watched intently as they did so, his intrigue drawn when Damien appeared in view. He was surprised to see that the man had waited a full hour before the two of you had even shown up.

Kit paused the video just before the interaction could occur and instead clicked to another window, going through a similar process but with a video feed from a different day.

They did a few other things across the screen but frankly Dell had stopped paying attention. He had sat on the bed by this point, waiting for them to finish. An hour passed before they were finally done.

"And there you go. One of my finer works I would say" they spoke into the now silent room which quickly caught Dell's ears. He stood before walking back over to the computer where they played a clip of the man simply walking away. He looked a bit different, but not enough for you to notice unless you were looking for it. It was only a few moments after that when you walked through the hall and into your apartment with no hint of animosity or sign of Dell.

"Mighty fine work" he complimented, a half smile found on his face.

"Good to hear. Now you said you had a name too?" Once again Kit seemed to have no time to waste. It didn't worry Dell though, he knew they really didn't mind this work...

At least he thought so anyway.

"Well, part'a one. But Ah have a suspicion he won't be hard ta track."

"Just tell me the name and what you know" they asked again though a small bit of exasperation could be found in their tone.

"Damien. Rich kid 'Round mah age, maybe younger. Natural brunette but died his hair blonde. Skinny...that's about all Ah know" Dell described as much of the man as he could, hoping to unearth what he sought for.

It took a while of waiting around and answering a few more questions to the best of his ability along with a rather surface-level search by Kit before they found what they were looking for.

"Well, well, well. I think I found your man" they announced as they pulled up a final screen, a picture he recognized immediately as the man from earlier popping up.

"Yep, that'd be him" he eagerly answered, relieved to finally have access to the file.

"I'm assuming you don't need me to babysit you?" They asked in a bit of a snide tone that caused Dell to feign a sense of worry.

"Well Ah ain't too sure Kitty, Ah'm just a poor ol' mechanic after all" he held a wary tone that he had trouble not smiling through. It earned a slight glare from Kit, them seemingly not so amused by his tone or the nickname he'd given them.

"I'm going to go get breakfast, good luck finding whatever you're looking for" they responded as they stood from their chair, allowing him to take a seat as they left. Dell could have sworn he saw a bit of a smirk on their face though.

Without wasting much more time he quickly took a seat, his hand immediately clicking through what they had found. His eyes were drawn from one set of information to the next, glancing over bits and pieces of a bigger whole. He clicked around a few minutes as he scanned the info, though he didn't find really anything of interest.

That was until he went digging a little deeper and eventually found Damiens court history, upon which he found a restraining order. It wouldn't have caught his attention too much. Things like that happen often enough, and from what he could glean from his previous encounter with the man and your history with him it didn't really surprise him...

That is until he realized that it was filed by him. And towards Mandy.

'Hm...don't seem like they really were meant for one another huh' Dell thought, quickly storing the tidbit away.

It was his first bit of info that could be used, but he'd need more than that if he wanted to get Damien away from you for the rest of the man's miserable life.

Clicking through more he still found just general history though he began looking a little closer.

Single child

Former wrestler

Graduated high school

Last name Fontaine-

He paused, the name catching his attention. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at it, his thoughts trying to focus fully on where he'd heard that name before. Somewhere on campus? Could be. He knows a lot of the staff really well. But he'd never heard of Damien before, so maybe not. It could have something to do with family work. Would make sense, considering they were rather wealthy. It's possible, but he sees about a dozen names a day, knowing for a fact would likely take hours of digging. And that's if his hunch is right.

After a few moments he grew a bit frustrated and settled on simply writing the name down and looking into it later. For the time being he was growing rather bored. The dirt he was hoping to find was not as readily available as he would have hoped.

What drew his interest next though was a little link labeled photos. He'd been weary of clicking on it for a while since he knew what he'd end up looking for if he clicked on it. However, curiosity and boredom got the best of him and, against his better judgment, he clicked.

He scrolled a while, most of the pictures not as interesting as he wished they were. After all, it was hundreds upon hundreds of not just photos Damien had saved, but ones he'd deleted too. Lots of them were blurry and poorly taken.

Dell tried to stay focused and look through each one to find something incriminating. However this was short-lived as his curiosity only grew stronger and, eventually, he just skipped down a few years. He didn't have to scroll for long until he found what had distracted his search.

You

The first photo of you in his phone had you, Damien and Mandy sitting at a table in what he could best assume was some sort of lunchroom. With how young the three of you looked he could tell this was your teen years.

He found himself staring at the photo for a while, his mind replaying the history you had explained just last night. How you had trusted and cared for two people who would soon come to stab you in the back.

He kept scrolling, his eyes glancing over months of time through photo upon photo of smiling faces. After a while he eventually made it to the year you and Damien had been dating. His face twisted in disgust at pictures of his lips against yours, of photos showing his hands holding onto the person he should never have been allowed to touch. It brewed hatred in Dell to see this man who only last night had threatened your safety now in photos pretending to have ever cared about you.

Dell stopped, however, when something new popped up...

A video

He hesitated a moment, unsure what could lie behind it. He looked at the date, only to realize it was on new years. With his curiosity yet to be sated, he clicked play.

The shaky video zoomed, the lens slowly focusing to reveal your apartment hallway as you stuck your key in the door. There was quiet chuckling as a separate voice was quietly told to shut up. You struggled with the handle for a moment, frustration growing as you tried to push open the seemingly stuck door.

"Come on really! Again! God fucking dammit" you cursed under your breath, your head leaning defeated on the door. You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. After a moment you took a step away from the door, angling yourself into a braced position. A few seconds of silence followed before you flung yourself at the door only to not hit it and instead seemingly fall straight into the room, a faint scream was heard before a loud slam, followed by a shattering sound. It was then that the laughs began again and the camera grew shakey, the quick sound of running footsteps beginning for a second before they stopped and the camera turned and faced into a room full of laughing people with their own cameras out.

"Whoops! Didn't know you were at the door!" A woman similar enough to be recognized as Mandy spoke down to your fallen form. You laid on your back, your eyes just coming down from their dazed state as you slowly realized what was happening. Embarrassment grew clear as you looked around at the six or seven other people surrounding you, clearly mortified. You attempted a smile, as if to laugh even at yourself, but the look was soon wiped off your face in favor of dismay when your eyes landed on a shattered item that lay next to you. All you could manage was a sharp breath as you shot yourself into a sitting position, your hands hovering over the pieces of colored glass with a sense that you were at a loss of what to do, devastated by the shattered pieces.

"No! No no no no no no-"

"Well damn! About time you got rid of that thing!" The smooth but infuriating voice of the cameraman spoke up, your eyes turning to him with a look of pure devastation that slowly dripped into anger. You grabbed a shoe that lay near the door and threw it at him, fury on your face.

"You- You- You fucking- ASSHOLE!" You screamed, standing up with a slight wince as the pain registered. The camera panned away a moment, a loud thump hitting what was most likely a wall before the camera turned back to the fury written on your features.

"Woah! Calm the hell down. It was just a joke-"

"God, everything's a joke with you! It's not fucking funny! You broke my bunny-!"

"Well, technically you broke it-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"Fine! Fine! Geez! You don't have to be such an ass about it"

And with that the video ended, the conclusion leaving a ticked-off look covering Dell's features. The sheer audacity of what Dell knew to be your ex was astonishing. To do that to your own significant other is one thing, but to give so little regard when the "joke" goes south really had Dell boiling in his chair. I mean, if the man had so little regard for you that he didn't care about upsetting you when you two were together, then why didn't he just leave you alone-?

"Everything going good in here?" The familiar voice of Kit made Dell jump, his mind having been too focused on the last frame of the video to notice that they had even opened the door. He didn't panic once he recognized who it was, his hands moving to click off the video.

"Ah guess. Found part'a what Ah was lookin' for anyway" he commented, his hands moving to turn off the machine and begin helping with the unplugging of the wires.

"What were you looking for anyway?" They asked once again as they grabbed their bag they had come with and prepared to start putting away their possessions.

"It's a bit complicated. Mostly dirt. Ah'm hopin' if I can tag the guy for somethin’ then Ah can get him busy 'round someplace far from where he was last night" Dell explained, his comments vague enough to leave room for curiosity, which is just what began to grow in Kit.

"Uh huh...and where exactly was he last night?" Kit questioned further, their tone nonchalant as to not make themselves seem too nosey. Dell caught on though. This wasn't his first time in the mental ring with Kit.

"Someplace he had no right bein'. Ah think he learned a bit of a lesson, though Ah can't be too sure 'bout that" Dell effortlessly dodged the question which only grew more intrigue from them.

"Mm-hmm...alright then" they spoke with somewhat of a pep in their voice. The forced feeling that came with it let Dell know they were anything but satisfied.

After finishing cleaning up the tools and wires the two were able to finally walk away from the desk. Dell helped with the bags on their way to the door but handed over the rest once they stood outside of it. Kit turned to Dell with a sickly sweet and highly unnatural smile that Dell had learned the meaning of all too well. He stared at them a moment, hoping that the smile would fall from their face. When it didn't Dell let out a sigh, defeat found throughout his face.

"You're-"

"Going to find out anyway, yes" they finished the sentence for him, their irritation shining through their teeth. It left Dell mildly agitated but not especially so. He knew Kit wouldn't tell a secret even if it meant losing their life, so he didn't worry about them spreading news. However, what he was worried about was them looking into you. It felt invasive to him, almost disgusting in a way. Sure, he could look through the lens of other people's history and if you just so happened to be in it then oh well. But to purposefully go through your history? To have someone else do that? With no restrictions on what they could look at? He despised the idea and the guilt that rose in him when he realized that he was to blame for it. So he let out a frustrated huff, looking back up to Kit with a mild look of annoyance.

"Okay look, Ah'll tell ya. But Ah don't need pa or papaw ta know about it yet. Ah'm still workin' on gettin' 'em comfortable with me" Dell whispered, Kits attention quickly grabbed as they leaned a little closer. Dell had to suppress his anger for the moment, seeing as he despised having to tell them this.

"Ah met someone, a friend- the one ya saw in the video. They uh...They've been goin' through a lot. Surrounded bah some nasty people. One of 'em, the Damien fella, showed up at their house last night. So Ah'm just lookin' ta make sure he stays far away from 'em. S'that good enough for you?" Dell admitted his reasons (most of them anyway) in hopes that doing so would satiate their curiosity. And for a moment, just one small moment, a strange look passed their face. It was so quick that Dell hardly noticed it before it was replaced by a sly grin.

"Well, Mr. Conager. I hope you have luck protecting your...'friend'" They spoke in a knowing tone, their implication causing only a further growing annoyance in Dell, the emotions in his chest that came with the implication not one he fully understood yet.

"Ah ain't that easy ta read am Ah?" he joked, his tone light and his face in a smile. Their eyes twinkled with some form of recognition. Dell noticed it but said nothing about it.

In situations like this, it's great to have grown up in a sugar-coated family. Makes the smiling a lot easier to muster when he needs it.

"Either that or I'm just good at reading you" they spoke in the same sarcastic tone they'd started in, it was really beginning to irritate him.

"Ah'm gonna go with the latter, your job in all. Anyway, it was nice seein' ya. Hope your week treats ya well" His voice was a calm sound as he gave a small wave. They returned the gesture before walking off and he was able to finally close his door.

He let his body slowly relax, the situation having stressed him a little. However he could think about that later, his mind was instead once again distracted by the smell of his sweater. A small, more genuine smile fell on his face as he looked down at the cloth, however it quickly turned bittersweet.

He missed you.

Next Chapter

[missymurphy1985]

Nobody's Perfect (part10)

Warnings - mentions of baby loss / smut

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers

The following days of filming were tense to say the least. Helen had tried talking to Cillian but refused. He also refused to come back to your room, having booked himself his own in a different hotel. You'd tried talking to him onset but he kept his distance from you as much as possible, having arranged with Steve to push back his scenes with you until a later date. Steve hadn't asked questions, fortunately.

You had the weekend off, and had planned for the two of you to spend it with your sister and her husband in Liverpool. As you were packing your bag on the Friday afternoon, you heard your hotel door open. Turning round, you saw Cillian, bag over his shoulder.

"Hey..." You almost whispered, choking up at the sight of him. He looked like he hadn't slept for days.

"Hey. Listen - " you stopped him.

"No, you listen. I never should have said those things Cillian.. I never should have shouted at you. I never should have shut you out.. I just didn't know what to say! All the hurt, and pain.. just bottled up inside me and I couldn't keep it in any longer.. being Clara again, knowing she was having a baby, it broke my heart... I'm sorry.. I'm so fucking sorry..." He put his bag on the floor and took you in his arms, holding you as you cried for the first time in front of him. You could feel his body shake as he cried too. Months of pain and anguish came crashing out of you both as you sunk to the floor together. He hadn't realised he'd left the door open, and Helen rushed in to you in a panic, finding you kneeling on the floor together in pieces and wrapped her arms round you both, shutting the door so as not to alert anyone else. You both fell into her, as she calmed you both and stood you up.

"Now listen to me, both of you. No one deserves what you're going through, no one.. but I can't watch you both destroy yourselves over it any longer. What are your plans this weekend?" You wiped your eyes and told her you were going to your sisters for the weekend.

"Well you better let me call her, because you're not going." You both looked at her, confused. "Here's my keys. This is my and Damien's holiday home in the Lake District. Completely private, no neighbours for miles. It's yours for the weekend. Fully kitted out, groceries already bought. The girls and I have it all taken care of."

"But my sister - "

"Will understand when I call her and explain what's happening. We have every weekend off now, you can go to your sisters next weekend?" You looked at Cillian and he smiled.

"Maybe it's not such a bad idea y/n?"

"Your sister's the one I met at the premiere, right? Tall, blond, drinks like a fish?" You laughed, remembering how well Helen and your sister had got on that night doing tequila slammers and dancing like maniacs to the Macarena. "It's only about an hour away from here. If you leave now, you'll be there in time to watch the sun set over the hills. Turn your phone's off, and reconnect. Talk. And change the sheets before you leave." She smirked, before Cillian pulled her close for a hug.

"Love you Helen. You always know what to do..."

"Aunt Pol knows everything. Give me your sisters number y/n and get out of here!"

Hand in hand, you walked into the cottage and instantly blown away. It was simply beautiful. Rustic yet elegant, olde worlde yet stylish.. it screamed Helen McCrory and you both loved it. Setting your bags in the living room, Cillian made his way over to the record player in the corner and chose a record he knew you loved. Putting it on, he held out his hand. You giggled, taking it, as he pulled you close, swaying with you to the music. No words exchanged, they weren't needed.

As the song drew to a close, he lifted your chin up and leaned in, his lips meeting yours for the first time in nearly a week. Your arms pulled him closer, as your tongues met, and he slowly pushed you over to the sofa. You pulled his jacket off his shoulders before he lifted your t-shirt over your head, puling back to admire you. Reaching behind you, unclasping your bra with one hand, his eyes and hands roamed slowly over your chest and shoulders like it was the first time he'd ever seen or felt them.

He slowly unbuttoned your jeans, letting them fall to the floor along with your underwear. As you stood completely bare in front of him, you felt slightly self-conscious, and covered yourself a little.

"Don't. Let me look at you. You're beautiful, don't you know that?"

"I haven't felt it for a while."

"And that's my fault. Let me make you feel beautiful?" You nodded as he guided you to the bedroom down the hall. Walking in, you both saw rose petals over the fresh bedsheets, as well as a bottle of champagne on ice with two glasses.

"They went all out didn't they?" You smiled as he lay you down onto the bed. His lips carefully caressed over your neck, down your collarbone and over your breasts as you arched your back at his touch, sending tingles down your spine.

He kissed over your belly, down to your hips, and parted your legs slowly. He blew softly against your core, making you shudder, as his tongue lapped from the bottom up to your clit, circling it gently. You were panting now, desperate for release. His fingers brushed over your thighs and into your groin, before easing two fingers inside you, sliding in effortlessly as if they were made for this purpose alone. His mouth was torture on you, you could feel your orgasm building.

"Please... Cillian..." You begged, raising your hips to meet his tongue. He responded perfectly - upping the pressure and speed of his tongue as he drove you over the edge, you came crying his name. With one more gentle kiss to your clit, he stood up, once again admiring you silently. You sat up and pulled at the zipper on his jeans. Pulling them down with his boxer shorts and taking his hard cock in your hand. Giving it a few gentle pumps, watching his mouth fall open slightly, you smirked as your mouth took him in, he gasped when he felt the back of your throat. Licking up the shaft and over the head, you swallowed him down again, his hand on the back of your head, pulling the pony tail out so he could grip your hair. You groaned into his cock, feeling it twitch in your mouth as he pulled your hair, you could hear him groaning above you, spurring you on.

"Y/n.. I'm gonna come..." You bobbed your mouth faster, and felt him cum deep down your throat, swallowing every drop down.

"Fuck woman... Your mouth is incredible..." He pushed you back onto the bed and lined himself up against you.

For a man over 40, he had the libido of a 25 year old around you, it wasn't long until he was ready to go again.

Pushing you back, he lined himself up against your entrance and pushed in slowly, savouring each second feeling you clench your muscles around him.

"Missed this.." you gasped as he bottomed out, and he kissed you again, moving his hips back and forth easily. A steady rhythm, his forehead against yours as you breathed heavily against each other, looking into each others eyes. Your legs wrapped around his body as high as you could get them, he hooked one of your knees up with his elbow and thrust a little harder, sending you spiralling again. A few more strokes and you came together, you held him tight against you until he'd softened completely, not wanting to let him go.

You'd talked most of the night about everything, in-between more love-making and drawing pleasurable moans from each other, before falling asleep finally around 2am. The following morning, you were making him breakfast in the large kitchen area when he came through wearing his boxer shorts and stood watching you from the doorway.

"You know, I was gonna head to Ireland last night before Helen came in," he confessed.

"I know. I saw the plane ticket on our online banking app. I thought you were leaving me..."

"No, I just needed space. But now I know it isn't space I need, it's you. Only you. I'm sorry I've put you through this y/n..." You turned the hob down and made your way over to him, linking your body against his.

"You know I've never once blamed you, for any of this? I thought we were a team?"

"We are, but you're not the one who's infertile y/n."

"WE are going through this - not ME. We. We have one more round of IVF to go, and if that doesn't work then we'll work it out - okay?"

"I'm worried you'll end up leaving me.."

"Shut up Murphy for the love of God!" You laughed slapping his chest. "Nothing would make me leave you, okay? I could have 100 babies with anyone, but I want one with YOU, and only you. No more talk of leaving, deal?" You booped your nose against his and grinned.

"Deal."

[mothgodofchaos]

Shadow

I might get yelled at for this one.

Ghost!Damien x GN!Reader, ft. Darkiplier, TW: kidnapping Words: 616

You approach the mayoral building with careful steps, on a call to help release a wandering spirit of one of the previous mayors. It’s not all that different from helping strays find a home, you just help spirits move onto the afterlife proper. You keep your cleansing kit close to you, resting against your thigh as the bag strap crosses your chest. The steps are rather short, so you watch your feet to make sure you don’t slip as you climb the stone steps. 

The city hall welcomes you with a wash of warmth as you enter through the doors, far more pleasant than the chill outside. Your coat is taken by a member of staff, and hung up as they also take your umbrella. It’s not your usual haunted venue, making you wonder what in particular brought this old mayor back. Apparently he’s been missing for a hundred years, yet the hauntings only started a few days ago. 

“He’s over in the west wing, he seems hesitant to leave it. We have tried to coax him into talking, or keeping him company, but he doesn’t seem interested in us. He keeps muttering about something, but anytime any of us try to get close enough to listen, he dissipates.”

“Oh, poor thing sounds lost. I’ll see what I can do. Oh, I didn’t catch your name.” “Entrik, but don’t worry about me too much. I’m sure he needs your help a lot more than you need to know anything about me.”

Weird, but alright. You step through the door to the west wing, and the air gets considerably colder. Part of you regrets taking off your coat, as it almost feels even colder than it did outside. But this should hopefully be a short job if all goes well, and you’ll be able to warm up again in just a little bit. You pull out your flashlight, searching around for any ghost orbs or electrical disturbances. Something creeps in the dark at the end of the hall and you stop in your tracks, staring at it with your light moving frantically around. 

“Hello!? Is anyone there!?”

The only response you get is the rain against the panes of the windows, so you trek on. You cautiously open every door, searching inside for any sign of the ghost. Carefully toeing them open, not wanting to spook him more than you’ve already been spooked by the environment. You come across the last office, cautiously turning the handle of the door and peeking in. Inside, you spot a ghostly blue figure pacing back and forth, translucent and muttering to himself. He spots your light, looking up at you in terror.

“Hey! Hey it’s okay! I’m not here to hurt you, just trying to help. They called me in to help you move on.”

“Y- sh-n- -e -re…”

He continues to try and back up, holding his hands up to create a barrier.

“What? I’m sorry, I can’t understand you.”

You step closer, and he only continues to back up, increasing in speed. Your steps are larger, taking great effort to close the distance. You manage to corner him in the back of the room, trying to take his hand.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

His ghostly blue turns black as you touch his hand, spreading across your body rapidly like a symbiote grabbing hold. You scream as you’re enveloped by the darkness, being pulled away as the two of you sink into the floor. 

Entrik pulls the door closed, satisfied that his problem has been dealt with. It was good to reunite the two of you, perhaps this time he’ll have more time with his games before another mirror incident.

[dollscircus]

Inversion - Buffy’s aftershock

Lasko x Buffy (oc)

How Buffy reacted after the inversion.

Cw; survivor’s guilt, flashback and self destructive behaviour also Lasko hardcore pining after Buffy.

Buffy isn’t a woman who really talked about her emotions, it’s a family thing. Hell, Lucy talked about her emotions more and Lucy’s favourite word is ‘huh.’

She’d rather take out her feelings on her drum set, as silly as it might sound. Buffy held her drumsticks so hard her hand trembled slightly as she played rather violently.

Buffy’s mind was clouded from the memories, each pound of the drum made her remember each pound of her paws hitting the floor and she ran across the field.

They closed their eyes, hoping to stop seeing them, the shades, the bodies and watching the shade rack it’s claws across Damien’s chest but it didn’t.

She could still feel the pain of her aching legs as she ran, her mind reaching out for any other wolf. David’s voice screaming in her head when she was in range.

All of those memories crashed through her mind in a mess of drum beats as Buffy let out a quiet growl and her playing got faster and louder.

Buffy could remember the shades claws digging into her flesh so vividly that when her shoulder stung with pain and something warm began to spread across her clothes, she didn’t even question it.

Buffy!

Damien’s voice echoed in her skull, his voice distorted and far away.

Buffy, move! Get out of here.

David’s voice was closer then Damien, being in her mind but still it distorted and Buffy winced when hearing it again.

Buffy-

Her sibling’s panicked call and the memories of Darlin’s frantic expression as they pulled Buffy into a wince-like hug.

Buffy. Please be careful!

Sam’s southern accent was more faded but it still ran though her mind as she failed to drown it out with her rapid playing and the pounding drums.

Buffy.

She didn’t know who’s voice it was anymore, “Stop.” She whispered under her breath.

Buffy.

“Shut up.” She hissed through gritted teeth while she kept her eyes closed so Buffy was unaware of the person trying to get her attention until-

“Buffy!” Lasko’s voice sliced through everything else, one of his hands resting on her shoulder. Buffy jolted and opened her eyes. Greeted by Lasko’s worried- almost terrified expression.

“Lasko?” She asked, all the cloudy memories slipping out of her mind but the pain was still there. Buffy winced and looked at the shoulder Lasko wasn’t touching.

Red blood was soaking her shirt, shit- she must’ve reopened a wound again. Buffy cursed under her breath and raised a hand to her bleeding shoulder. Moving her shirt to look at it.

“Hey- A-Are you ok?” He asked while Buffy tossed her drumsticks aside, not daring to look at Lasko again. Afraid to meet with that expression again.

“Fine- just got carried away.” Buffy muttered while trying to remember where her first aid kit was, she heard Lasko say her name again before a hand gently cupped her face.

His thumb brushed away tears she didn’t realise she cried, she seemed a little shocked at first just staring at him.

———

Oh shit. Lasko didn’t mean to touch her face without asking, he gulped and almost pulled back straight away. It’s just- Lasko had been worried about her.

After the inversion, Buffy hadn’t talked to anyone at all which he understood. She needed time with her family to recover but when Milo (who Lasko had kept in contact with) told him that Buffy hadn’t really spoken to the pack either Lasko wanted to stop by to check on her.

Worried he was just being overbearing on account of his own feelings but Lasko’s worried feeling was confirmed when seeing her.

Still with bruises all over her body, bandages wrapped around her arms and- why hadn’t she gone to a healer? Buffy was playing away which wasn’t usual, but Lasko couldn’t get her attention.

He waved to catch her attention but her eyes were closed, he called out for her but the playing was too loud then he noticed the blood pooling on her shoulder so he decided to reach out.

Then he saw the tears. Lakso’s heart dropped in his chest and before he knew it, he’d reached his hand out and cupped her face.

“O-Oh I’m sorry-“ he muttered about to pull away but Buffy leaned her face into his hand. Closing her eyes again and letting out a shuddering breath.

“No.” She whispered, “I’m not ok.”

Lasko’s eyes flicked to her shoulder again, still brushing his thumb along her cheek, she was warm. Radiating heat. Was that a shifter thing?

“I- I can heal that I-If you want. I took some healing classes and I’m p-pretty good, nothing special but I c-can,” Lasko trailed on while Buffy slowly opened her eyes and glanced back at him. Her eyes were wet with tears but look so bright and- fuck were her eyes always that pretty?

“You don’t need to.” She reached her hand up and gently placed it over the back of Lasko’s hand, Buffy leaned into him like she’d been missing touch. Hell, she might have.

“But I w-want to.” Lasko leaned forward slightly without even realising, god his heart hurt seeing Buffy like this. She was so loud and confident, an overwhelming force of light that Lasko adored bathing in but seeing her so full broke his heart.

“I don’t deserve it.” Buffy bit back a sob, her shoulder shuddering slightly, Lasko winced when she added, “I don’t deserve to be here.”

Lasko wanted nothing but to hold her. How could she think that?

“They worked so hard to protect everyone.” Buffy nuzzled her face into his hand, “while I couldn’t save anyone.”

Damien nor Huxley had said much about what happened inside the wards, Buffy had been the first to even mention anything - well except for one thing. Lasko raised his other hand and brushed her loose hair from her face, cupping her face with both hands.

Feeling a little confident are we?

“Damien said you s-saved him.” Lasko's words seemed to cause Buffy to jolt and remember something, wincing ever so slightly. “He said y-you took a shade attack for h-him.”

Lasko himself winced at the thought, hating to imagine either of them in danger.

“He still got hurt.” Buffy murmured, Lasko noticed the batch of blood again. She didn’t want him to heal her- is she punishing herself? Oh Buffy.

“But he’s alive.” Buffy finally looked back to Lasko, as he spoke, “you’re b-both alive and -fuck I’m not g-good at this- all that matters.”

Buffy chuckled slightly and let out a sigh. Nodding her head and smiling ever so gently.

“C-Can I heal you now?” Lasko kept his tone shushed while looking at her wound, Buffy pulled away from his hand and stood up straight.

“Yeah, it hurts like a bitch.”

[chips1977]

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E gosto de viajar, andar de bicicleta, de comboios, de animais.... não gosto de pessoas superficiais... sem cultura.Gosto de dança, de arte o que quer que isso seja!. Não gosto da monotonia. Gosto de criticar no sentido positivo. Não gosto de sonhar em ficar rico. Gosto do “Vive cada dia como se fosse o último “. Não gosto de despedidas. Gosto de pormenores.Gosto de perfumes. Não gosto de mentir nem que me mintam, não suporto hipócritas.Gosto do mar. Não gosto de quem não acredita em nada e não se importa com nada e tem a profundidade de uma colher... Gosto de viajar, gosto de ajudar e de saber que pude ser útil a alguém em qualquer coisa. Não gosto da efemeridade da vida e da constante lembrança da proximidade da morte. Não gosto de não perceber. Não gosto de atrasos e de quem não é capaz de cumprir as suas promessas, não gosto de quem volta atrás com a sua palavra e ainda menos que voltem atrás comigo. Não gosto da cusquice.Gosto de amigos e da camaradagem, não gosto das” amizades “que se perdem por coisas que no final das contas não significam nada... Gosto de palavras e de conversas sem fim... Gosto de pessoas originais, com humor,com ideias próprias... e com classe. Não gosto de carinho quando estou nervoso.Gosto do campo. Não gosto de seguir a onda.Gosto de coisas pouco claras, mas bem esclarecidas. Gosto de dominar. Não gosto de brincar com os sentimentos dos outros.Gosto de toques e de trocas de olhar, de demonstrações de carinho e de cenas sensuais. Não gosto de ficar bêbado até dizer a verdade. Gosto da grandeza das coisas simples, e gosto de coisas complicadas mas não gosto de complicações... O comum não me atrai, gosto normalmente de coisas que passam despercebidas... Gosto de gostar e de não gostar de tudo isto e muito mais...

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 10)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy reevaluates his relationship, and the both of them spiral.

Word Count: 2009

Chapter 1 • Chp. Masterlist • Chapter 11

"I can explain!"

"What the fuck was that?!" Billy yelled, freaked out.

"Billy, please calm down." You felt like you almost couldn't breathe. It felt like panic was taking over you and squeezing your heart. You really wanted to cry. What was this feeling? "Please."

He took some deep breathes and pointed at Neil. "How the fuck did you do that?"

"Please don't freak out–"

"Friends don't lie!" He shouted. You could feel your nose beginning to burn and the stinging in your eyes were starting up. "Tell me the truth!"

"Okay. Okay, um, I have powers. Like, like an ability to do something that, um, regular people can't do."

"You telling me that you're some kind of mutant?" He looked at you with an expression that he's never given you.

"No. I'm not a mutant. I was just born like this. My mother had experiments done on her and she died in labor. I, I just came out with my ability."

"And what the fuck is that ability?"

You've never felt this bad about yourself, you don't think. The way he was speaking to you, looking at you. The love of your life was looking at you like a monster. It was almost too much to handle. "Um, I can alter emotions." You squeaked.

"Emotions?" You nodded, and Billy paced around the room and ran his fingers through his hair. What if you were controlling his feelings? You could knock someone out from sleepiness, so you'd be able to do it, right? Was your whole relationship a lie? "Have you ever used that shit on me?"

"Well, once but it was an acci–"

"Get out."

"Billy I–"

"Get out!" You said nothing as you looked at his angry eyes, and walked out. You walked down the street, sobbing uncontrollably. As you walked towards the woods, it began to pour. You walked over to a telephone pole, and tried to think. Hopper's at work. Who else would you call?

It was about a few minutes until Joyce came rushing with her car. You got from the ground where you were sitting, and got into the car. "Jesus y/n you're soaking. Are you okay?"

As you told her everything she took you home and had you take a shower. She got you comfortably seated on your bed and let you listen to the radio that she got you for your birthday. She was the one who decided when your birthday should be, after all. You felt like a burden right now, and you didn't have to tell her anything for her to say that it wasn't any trouble when it came to you.

El saw this, and called Mike, who called everybody else. Jonathan drove everyone there, and soon they piled up in your room to check up on you. Everyone each got their turn to say something, whether it was helpful or not. "I knew he was a fucking piece of shit from the start." Dustin stated as they all looked at you on your bed.

"Yeah, he was a jerk anyways." Lucas said.

"Like, he just speaks out his ass most of the time." Max commented.

"Don't worry five," Mike said. "We got your back."

Jonathan ushered everybody out to talk to you. He sat on your bed while you still laid there in silence. "I called Steve. Maybe he could cheer you up." You nodded. "How're you feeling?"

"Like a monster." You sat up and rubbed your eyes, which were still puffy and red. "I just wanna be normal."

"You are normal." Jonathan said. "You just have something in you that others don't, but you only use it for good. That just makes you a good person."

"I don't want something extra. It doesn't matter how I use it. I'm either a monster or a freak."

"No, you're just y/n. The one who's always happy and nice to jerks. When I look at you, all I see is my friend." You gently smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"I'm here!" Steve said, storming into your room. "Oh my God, that asshat really did it this time." He rushed over to you, grabbing your arms. "You're not hurt, are you? Your face..." He trailed off, trying to get you to laugh at how puffy your face was.

"Yeah, well you look like you just ran a marathon and I'm not even gonna start about your hair, so I wouldn't be talking." The three of you chuckled. "Thanks for being here guys."

"Your welcome!" Dustin called out from the other room.

"Hey, dickhead, way to ruin the mood!" Steve called out.

Just then Hopper walked into the house, and looked around. "Does anyone wanna tell me why my home is a day care center right now?"

Joyce grabbed her keys with Max trailing behind. "Talk to Jonathan. I'm going to take Max to get her stuff. She's sleeping over with everybody else."

"Every– what is happening?!"

As Jonathan and Steve explained everything that happened, Joyce and Max left. When they stormed inside the house, they saw that Billy had just put Neil on the couch. He looked at Joyce. "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm a friend of Hopper, and a friend of y/n buster." Joyce crossed her arms and pointed at him. "C'mon Max, get your stuff."

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Billy took a step towards Max.

"I'm sleeping over at y/n's to make sure she's okay."

"Max, you don't–"

"I know about it all dipfuck!" Max yelled. "About her powers and everything!"

"Yeah!– woah, language." Joyce said.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just cause he, like, really deserves it."

"Well yeah he does deserve it and he is one, but just, y'know."

"Yeah. Totally get it. I'll watch my language next time."

"Max!" Billy yelled, stopping the bickering between the other two. "You knew?!"

"Yeah, I knew. What does that matter? She wouldn't use it for bad things. She's a good person Billy. She's been through enough cra– um, stuff, for her to become, like, a supervillain or something, but she chooses to be nice and better."

"She's admitted to using it on me before though."

"Well did you let her explain the situation?" Joyce asked, causing Billy to fall silent. "Sometimes she gets so full of emotion that it just radiates off of her. She's not used to being so happy, but you wouldn't know that."

"Don't you have kids? You're really okay with them hanging with someone who could toy with them if they wanted to?"

Joyce got close to his face and pushed his shoulder. "I'll have you know that her and her sister were the ones who helped save my son's life. It is not their fault they were born that way, and they just want to be like regular people."

"Her sister..." He trailed off.

El. Billy didn't think about her until now. It actually explained a lot of things. Her lack of speaking fluently. Her shyness. Why she wasn't in school. He thought that she was homeschooled because of past foster parents or something. But it wasn't a foster program. It was a lab. She couldn't even be a kid.

This caused Billy to think differently. He had a soft spot for El, and it made him think about you. You were once like that. You must have struggled to make complete sentences at some point. When he met you, you were pretty shy. You probably didn't know anything about anything in school, and yet somehow caught up and even excelled.

You had to learn everything from the start and work hard because of it, yet you were bullied from it. Unlike El, you didn't really find any die hard friends. You had that one guy, but felt like you couldn't be around his without bothering that girl. And now all Billy did was make you feel a hundred times worse.

"Shit." He muttered.

"Yeah, now you actually start thinking. We're gonna leave you here to think. We gotta go comfort y/n now." Joyce said. "At least Jonathan and Steve are there with her right now."

Steve. He was probably hugging you, maybe making you laugh right now. He could picture the two of you together watching TV as you were snuggled up against him, smiling. And you needed that right now, thanks to Billy. He wasn't the one you were going to right now in your time of need. Damnit.

"Have fun with your guilt asshole." Max flipped him off.

"Max."

"Okay okay. That was the last time, I swear."

As they came back, everybody had situated themselves to where to sleep. All the kids slept in El's room, Hopper insisted Joyce take the bed while he was on the couch, and Steve and Jonathan were on the living room floor, where they had put a bunch of blankets for cushion.

They all let you have your privacy tonight. As you got ready for bed, you grabbed the jean jacket that had been thrown on your chair only a week ago. Billy had forgot it, and when you put it on as a joke, he said that you should have it. That you looked cute in it.

You put it on. It smelled like him, and felt comforting like him. It made you think of the memories you have with him. You could almost feel him brush your hair away from the back of your neck, giving it loving kisses. You could almost smell his cigarettes, when he tried to kiss you, but you were quick enough to dodge it and kiss him on the cheek.

Would any of that have still happened if he had known from the start? Would he had still loved you? Maybe it was really just a lie?

Billy went to his bedroom and opened his bottom drawer. He took out the small teddy bear with a leather jacket on and cigarette in hand, which you called Damien. He opened his top drawer and took out the polaroid pictures of you. Some were just of you smiling, some had the both of you, and some were of you unaware that he was taking pictures. There were also a few naughty polaroids of you, but Billy suddenly felt like he shouldn't be looking at you so exposed, so he put those back.

He laid down on his bed, with the polaroid pictures of you spread out next to him, and with Damien in his arms. He snuggled his head into the bear, and silently cried.

Billy was never really a crier. He would get choked up sometimes when he was being vulnerable with you, but never full on cried. He always had you to make him feel better. You'd clean off the blood from his face, and put some Band-Aids on him. You even bought him a first aid kit for his car. He can almost feel you lean up to kiss his forehead, tracing your thumb over his jaw. He could remember the gentle hugs you gave, so gentle it was almost as if you were afraid to hurt him.

You never messed with his head. If you had then those crappy feelings about himself and his dad would go away, but they never fully did. Even around you, he had some anxiety that he'd mess things up. If you really were controlling him, wouldn't he just have been happy all the time?

It wasn't a lie. You weren't lying.

As you were in your bed and recalled your fond memories with Billy, you decided that this was your fault. You shouldn't have dated in the first place. All you did was drag a good person into your life and issues, and that was selfish of you. Billy would be your one and only love, but you needed to give that up.

As Billy was in his bed and recalled his fond memories with you, he decided that this was his fault. He should have listened more instead of getting angry. All you did was try to be happy with him like a normal couple, and he couldn't see past your flaws. That was selfish of him. You would be his one and only love, and he's not giving that up.

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