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“What the fuck is this?”
Steve glances back over his shoulder with a furrowed brow, spotting Billy halfway into the bed with the blanket pulled back, revealed his very old and very matted childhood stuffed Garfield plushie.
He feels his face heat in embarrassment, but he shuts his drawer in favour of going over to the bed and swiping Garfield up from the bed and into his arms, cradling him against his chest as he tells Billy with a small pout, “It’s my Garf.”
“Your Garf?” Billy lifts both of his brows, his eyes shining with mirth and his lips are twitching to hold back a smile.
Or worse, maybe a laugh.
Which makes Steve feel worse because goddammit, he forgot to hide Garfield away in his closet before Billy came over. He was usually better about it, but the new shiner under Billy’s eye had distracted him the entire drive here.
This thing between them was still new, still kinda fragile, because Billy’s just started sleeping over instead of rushing to put his pants back on after they fuck and running away like a bat out of hell.
And now Billy’s gone and seen Garf and Steve kinda wants to die.
“You sleep with a stuffed Garfield, pretty boy?” Billy taunts him quietly, that amusement still in his face.
He has since he was a kid, when he picked him off the shelf in a store he can’t remember during one of the dozens of vacations they’ve taken and showed it to his mother, who had nodded in approval.
He’s slept with Garf every night since he was six, when his parents were gone and his babysitter was in the guest room. Or when his parents would leave him alone, in this big house, for a weekend or more.
Or even when his parents were home and he still felt alone.
He finds himself rubbing Garfield’s ear, soothing himself as he stares at Billy and nods quietly.
And Billy probably sees his embarrassment now, in his big brown eyes, because the teasing look is gone and Billy’s kneeling on the bed now, shuffling over to the other side where Steve’s standing, and looking down at the weathered Garfield in his arms.
Billy flicks his gaze up again, meeting Steve’s eyes, and mutters, “I have my baby blanket under my pillow at home. It’s fucking scraps now, but I still have it.”
When I need it, goes unsaid, but it makes Steve smile a little.
“Can I see him?” Billy asks softly, probably the softest Steve’s ever heard him.
It’s enough to make him pass Garfield over to Billy, who looks him over quietly. Petting his ears and face, thumbing over his eyes and smile.
“I know it’s stupid,” Steve mumbles.
Billy smirks softly, probably thinking ‘yeah, it is’, but he doesn’t say it, instead he hands Garfield back and mumbles, “Whatever gives you comfort.”
Steve nods and watches Billy slip under the covers, making him comfortable, and he turns to put Garfield away in his spot in the closet when Billy asks, “He’s not sleeping with us?”
It makes Steve pause, caught a little off guard at the question, but he turns on his heel and sees Billy laying there against the pillows, his hands behind his head and quirking a brow.
Steve licks his lips, a nervous habit, and shrugs. He asks, “Is that okay?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t.”
Steve smiles, a small thing on his face, but Billy mirrors it and reaches over to pull back the blanket on Steve’s side of the bed.
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In the morning, Steve wakes up to the sight of Billy holding a stolen Garfield to his chest, sound asleep.
The sight fills his chest with something warm, something affectionate, something hopeful.
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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder
Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩
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I wanted to do a Billy piece. I thought what if he survived and moved back to California? And, what if they met him at the Skater Rink that Eleven clobbered that bully at? So I did a sort of pin up of him, because why not? lol 😍
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Top/Bottom Dom/Sub, who cares! All I know is Billy is the little spoon.
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Just… Steve and Billy swimming inside Steve’s pool during the summer of ’85, kissing and laughing as they let the night fall around them. And soon, the stars are up in the sky as they lay on the ground with a soft towel under them, bodies close and warm while Steve explains the star sings to Billy with a sweet smile.
And Billy?
Billy has never been this in love.
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Just Joyce being supportive of her newly adopted son after she finds out his date with Steve, and Billy is excited to coming out to his new stepmom, but ends up coming out to his car.
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billy is a little amused (steve is nervous but he’s trying okay!!)
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Steve: Why are you here? Are you stalking me?
Billy: Not everything is about you, Harrington. Maybe it’s time to stop being so self centered.
Steve:
Steve: You’re literally at my house, Hargrove! This is my fucking backyard and you’re swimming in my pool!
Billy: Well shit, you live here? Nice place, pretty boy.
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Billy: Omg stop it with the citrus puns let me peel oranges and grapefruits for you
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have a sudden hyperfixation on a ship and i am SUFFERING
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