#soft and fluffy drabble bc y’all are depressing me today

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Steve and Billy staying up way too late talking on the phone in hushed voices

Past midnight, Billy’s under his covers with the lights off, mumbling into the receiver about how annoying Max was that day and how he couldn’t wait for their away game this weekend.

Steve’s laying in bed with his fingers tangled in the cord, a soft smile on his face as he listens to Billy’s low voice as it rumbles gently into his ear, feeling his eyelids start to get heavy.

It’s like they’re laying right next to each other, heads on pillows and fingers intertwined.

After another twenty minutes, Steve finally mutters, “‘M tired…”

“Go to sleep, baby,” Billy whispers back, smiling softly to himself.

“But I wanna talk to you…” Steve half-whines, sleepy and wishing his boyfriend was there with him.

Billy chuckles softly into the receiver, already imaging Steve’s pouting face, “We’ll talk tomorrow at school.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Cross my heart.”

Satisfied, Steve hums easily, “Okay. Love you.”

Billy feels butterflies in his stomach, as he always does when Steve mutters those words. He clears his throat and whispers, “Yeah. Love you too.”

It’s getting easier to say those words out loud, but he’s also scared to say them too much. Steve doesn’t believe there’s such a thing and says it whenever he can, his dark eyes full of love, just as his voice is.

He says it so much that Billy starts to believe it. Starts to believe he’s worth loving, and it changes him for the better.