#it's been a hot minute i know. in my defense: depression. that's all i'm gonna say on the matter

[dreamychaika]

decided to randomly finish a very silly animatic i haven't touched since october 2022

[disdaidal]

how about ‘  i  really  think  this  could  work  out.  ’ for the sentence started prompts? :)

"You sure about this?" Billy asked as he placed one of their suitcases on a large bed, ready to unpack. Steve halted, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"About what?"

"About moving here. Together," Billy sighed and ran his fingers through his sweaty curls. It was barely midday and it was already hot. "It's still not too late to change your mind, pretty boy. Things are gonna be different this time."

They had been dating for almost a year now, working hard and saving money to get a place of their own. They had been looking for suitable, somewhat affordable apartments in different states and somehow managed to find just the one in Cape Coral, Florida.

Billy missed the ocean and surfing and long walks on the beach, but there were too many painful memories in back California and he wasn't too keen on moving back there after all this time. Needless to say, Hawkins, Indiana was too small, too cold and too woodsy for a sun god like him. He felt depressed there and not least because of his shitty father.

Besides, Steve was a Midwestern boy, born and raised. Had lived there all his life - had friends, family... a lot of memories, too. He hadn't lived anywhere else before this, and Billy had guessed that Steve would eventually get homesick if they moved too far away from Indiana. California was across the country, after all. Far away from everything and yet, scratching too close to Billy's old scars.

So Florida seemed fitting for both of them. Warm and and close enough to sea for Billy, and not too far away from Steve's home state either.

Now all they would have to do is settle down here properly, find new jobs and become acquainted. Make new friends. Fit in.

That's all that Billy wanted. Start a new, better life. Become happy again.

Steve finally moved from his spot and walked up to Billy, placing his suitcase next to his. He ran his fingers carefully along the other man's spine, then cupped Billy's cheek and turned his head so their eyes could meet. "Hey."

"What?" Billy grunted. He sounded annoyed and defensive, but one look into his eyes and Steve knew it was just an act. Of insecurity. Maybe even exhaustion after a long trip because Billy hated flying. It made him anxious and irritable. He needed a nap, Steve could tell.

"But I want things to be different this time. I want us to live together and start a new life. You really think I saved all that money just so I could change my mind at the last minute and go back to Hawkins?"

"I don't know, man, I just—"

"Babe. You know me better than that. I wouldn't leave you in trouble. I'm your man. I came here, with you, because I wanted to. Because I want you."

It took him a little more convincing, but then Billy heaved a deep sigh and pulled Steve into a firm hug. It almost knocked the air out of Steve's lungs but he was more than happy to return his boyfriend's warm embrace. Billy might've acted like a real jerk at times, but he gave the best hugs in the world and Steve swore he would never get tired of them.

"Promise me?" Billy muttered into his neck. He sounded tired and Steve wanted to put him in bed. Have a nap with him, then unpack the rest of their stuff and go out and have some fun together.

On their first night. In their new home. In their new city.

"I really think this could work out," Steve replied softly and squeezed Billy closer to his body. Pecking his cheek, then his ear. "Just have a little faith in me, darling. We'll make this work out. Together."

Billy kissed him back. It was a good, nice kiss that lasted for five minutes. Until they had to finally break apart for air and pushed their suitcases off the bed, then collapsed on it together to continue where they left off.

"I swear to God if you don't keep your promise, Harrington-"

"Steve. And I know, you'll never forgive me." Steve laughed breathily and pulled Billy on top of him, squeezing the both globes of his ass. Then wrapped his legs around his hips. "Just don't stop kissing me."

They made out until Billy finally tired out and rested his head against Steve's shoulder. He slid off of his body and placed his head on the soft pillow beside Steve's instead, but kept his arm and leg possessively around his boyfriend's body.

Steve reached out to touch Billy's hair and gently petted him until he could hear the other man's soft snores. He smiled and felt a gush of happiness spreading in his chest that lasted for a long time until he finally dozed off too.

It would take some time and a lot of effort but they'd make it work.

Together.

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