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He breathed it out as he heard it, his head still ringing in pain and his vision still blurry, but there was no mistake. As soon as she kissed his perspired forehead, he smiled, leaned in and let himself get wrapped in her mother’s embrace. “I’m okay, mom. I didn’t mean to scare you…”

Her heart pounded painfully against her ribs, and for a moment, the briefest of moments, ice ran through her veins as she watched her son nearly die right before her. But then she saw him breathing, and she didn’t hesitate to throw herself by his side, murmuring something about losing him while brushing a reassuring (and reaffirming) kiss to Billy’s forehead. Hot tears stung at the corners of her eyes, and her throat felt impossibly tight, like she couldn’t get a proper breath, but he was alright. He was going to be alright.

Hand encased in the signature fuchsia glow, Wanda trailed her fingers from his hairline down the side of his face, stopping only once she reached his jaw. She wasn’t exactly thinking, reacting more on instinct than anything, and she didn’t know how much pain he was in, but a blow like that had to have left some damage, and if she could ease any of it then she’d try.

❝Is that better?❞ she asked, concern etched in every facet of her being.

#spellmefabillious #( ❂ | v ;; while i live & until i die )#( ❂ | ;; and she can queue for herself! )#|*sleepily replies to the thing months later*|

Robbie: My kink is enthusiastic consent

Anyone who has ever slept with Robbie: Your kink is road head and getting ridden in the back seat.

#mutantleaderinthemaking #chaosmagicquasimessiah #unxcipote #spellmefabillious #thehulkling #i mean enthusiastic consent is his kink too #but he enjoys the car sex

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Billy didn’t look up. In fact, he couldn’t do much more than just listen. His hand has been feeling numb where he was holding onto Robbie’s like a lifeline earlier, but now, there was nothing to hold onto anymore, it seemed. He was drained.

It was unfair, he knew that. But damn it, he has been through so much, gave so much. The pamphlet in his pocket was burning a hole through him, and what was fair suddenly didn’t seem all that important. Not when he knew they both had to do this.

It’s been weeks since that one argument, when Billy put him before facts, pointed out that one part of Robbie that has been broken for so long it was now a part of him. Told him he needs to heal it. It’s been weeks and Robbie had done nothing but keep his promise not to race, in turn, growing angry and snappy and anxious each day more. Spilling it all on Billy and Gabe too, he was growing so unstable that Billy had no other choice. Not anymore.

“I know. I know you do,” he said softly, and his voice was smaller than ever before. It wasn’t anger or disappointment - just fatigue. “But we both know this way of fixing it… It’s not working. So, I…” His hand slid into the pocket, and he slowly pulled the piece of paper out, gave it to Robbie with his shaky, pained hand. He nearly dropped it. “… I looked into it. We can’t fix it. But maybe, they can.”

Rehab.

The word itself went unspoken between the two. Fear of resentment from Billy for even bringing the notion of it up, pure shock from Robbie. The lack of anything to actually say. They both knew this was an inevitability. No matter what self-help books he read, no matter how they stayed away from Robbie’s most-frequented haunts, there was always some tension hanging in the air between the two.

Robbie’s hands itched for the wheel, itched for the pedals to be pressed up against the floor of the car while feeling the rush and superiority of seeing the headlights of newer, flashier cars falling behind. There was no way of fixing the impulse to them, just avoiding the action. Not even talking to a neutral third-party therapist or relationship counselor helped this.

It made sense really. The next logical step in their ongoing search to make Robbie ‘better’. Finally, Robbie said the word they were both thinking, albeit quietly. “Rehab? We’re really doing this?”

#spellmefabillious #v: giving it up

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Wanda walked down the streets, on her way to her son’s place to see her new grandchild. She hadn’t visited so far as she didn’t know how welcome she was during such an important time for their family and didn’t want to intrude. She’d brought a gift for the baby and something for the new parents, a tradition from her family. She raised her sunglasses on top of her hair and rang the doorbell when she arrived at the apartment building.

#c: billy #spellmefabillious

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Words echoed through the hall and Billy’s mind, sharp as a razor, cutting through layers of thick skin like it was never there. And Billy stood there, wounded, bleeding out for Robbie to see as the other finished shouting in that crazed frustration. The south wing of rehab center was always so quiet otherwise…

“You hate me… That’s okay. At least you feel something…” he whispered, under his breath, and blinked as the weight lingered on his eyelids before closing them completely so he wouldn’t need to look at Robbie. “I should go now… Visiting hours are almost over.”

Robbie was angry. Admittedly, mostly with himself, but seeing Billy’s face made the knife twist that much more. Yeah, he agreed to rehab, but... outpatient. Now he was here. He had to sit through 24 hours of ‘detox’ like a fucking drug addict, couldn’t even take his anxiety medication, despite the prescription. No. Just sitting in a blank room for 24 hours, his mind racing. Rebecca apparently said this was the best choice for him. What did Rebecca know, anyway?

Robbie scowled even more. “That’s all you’re going to say? You lied to me! And you didn’t even bring Gabe!” He pounded the table with his fist. “I go on a few races and you lock me up like I committed Grand Theft Auto?! Fuck, Billy, what about my job?!”

#spellmefabillious #v: giving it up