there was only one person that really and truly gave you severe trust issues.

and the answer to that is so simple.

it’s billy. or butcher, as a lot of people call him by now.

but, still.

you were the literal embodiment of sunshine — with loads of trauma, as well, but the important thing is that you were innocent and sweet and a light of hope — before you met butcher.

and when he came into your life? boy, did the problems and trauma pile up.

not only the constant trouble you’d be in with him and the boys, but what was worse was falling for him.

and then, having your heart shattered by him when he left to find becca, after it was revealed that she was alive this whole time.

and you did understand.

it was becca. his wife.

it still hurt, though.

so, you swore to yourself that you would never have to see him again because he’d be with becca by now, and yet, you find yourself faced with him now.

he and the boys show up to your apartment, the boys in first, and then, of course, butcher comes in, all smug grins and blunt comments, as if nothing’s changed.

once stood in front of you, he starts with his charm, as expected.

“love—“

and that’s all that’s said out loud, before you slap him across the face, which, of course, he turns his head to the side from, definitely having felt that slap and the message behind it.

then, he turns his head back to look at you and chuckles and continues on with a grin, “good to see ya.”

and all you can think is: what the fuck?

god knows, the boys have come to you for something, and it can’t be anything good, but you’re more focused on why butcher’s here.

after everything.

because of him, you’re just not the same girl you once were.

not the girl that butcher knew.