- BSF!Michael who constantly fidgets with his fingers because he's nervous and doesn't know how to act around you
- BSF!Michael who looks at you with PURE love in his eyes and doesn't know how obvious it is not until his brothers points it out, resulting him into wearing his sunglasses almost all the time when his brothers are around. (they made of him even more because of that)
- BSF!Michael who stares at you whenever he gets the chance to, it doesn't matter when, where or how. As long as you're within his sight that man would stare into your soul like he has never seen a woman before
- BSF!Michael who absolutely wholeheartedly gets jealous whenever you talk to guys and WILL attempt to be nonchalant about it—except for the fact that it clearly doesn't work considering that he ends up glaring at the dude for god knows how long
- BSF!Michael who always invites you into his studio each time he has the chance to because he loves leaning into the comfort of your presence
- BSF!Michael whose fingers would linger a little longer when he hands you something, brushing his fingers against yours for a moment of physical touch
- BSF!Michael who remembers every single details that you tell him and would act clueless whenever he does something that makes you go "How'd you know?"
- BSF!Michael who would pace back and fourth to the point where he's gonna create a hold in the floor because of how hesitant he gets before calling you, afraid that he's gonna fumble his sentences and start rambling like there's no tomorrow
A/N: im going back to my roots 😣 still trying to figure out how to use this app LOL
You met him after your first Grammys performance, that's all it was supposed to be ━ a congratulations. Instead, it became twenty years of almosts, with crossed paths, late-night phone calls, lingering glances, separate lives and feelings neither of you seemed able to leave behind. While the world watched him become a legend, the two of you drifted in and out of each other’s lives, always finding your way back somehow. Through world tours, heartbreaks, marriages, children, scandals, triumphs, and the passing of time, there was always something unfinished between you.
He kept asking.
You kept saying no.
Until one day, with the world threatening to come apart around him, the answer finally changed.
I’m sorry, but why would Noah snapchat say that VECNA is a “misunderstood villain” when HE LITERALLY CHOSE TO FOLLOW THE DARKNESS. Henry/Vecna wasn’t battling evil internally and externally. He CHOSE to do all the bad things he did, he wasn’t tormented by the mindflayer. Vecna was practically in charge.
Of all the back bending and twisting that was done for Hopper and Max's storylines so they didn't die... there is absolutely no reason that Billy could not have survived.
And what if Billy lived to see Lucas on the basketball team, getting benched consistently, and recognized how basketball was a source of empowerment for both of them when they felt like they couldn't be free from their circumstances. And what if he tried to use his former position of a star player to catch their coach after a game and convince him to give Lucas a real chance instead of shutting him down.
I'm sure Lucas would not appreciate being patronized by Billy like that, but maybe it would be one of Billy's first steps to working on a normal relationship between them and fixing his mess. I am very confident he would want to.
On a more positive note: if Lucas accepts Billy's peace offerings, I can imagine Billy coming to his games and getting side-eyed by Erica, probably verbally and intellectually demolished by her too. He loves her.
Day five of @billyhargroveappreciationweek: Pre-Hawkins
CW: 508 words, Billy & Max, implied abuse from Neil, but the siblings still get to catch a break and enjoy their time together. Also we need more appreciation of their freckles.
His skin was prickling under the warm sun. Red and pink patterns flashed and floated before his closed eyes. Light breeze stroked his nose and made a single curl fallen on his forehead flutter and tickle him. Rythmic with occasional disruptions syncopations of waves lulled his thoughts, making his eyelids heavy and unwilling to open — when he tried, bitter sweat hiding in the fluffy lashes bit him and made him blink several times or wipe it off. Everything smelled of sunscreen, sea and warm sand.
Sudden cool wetness touched his cheekbone, making him flinch and lift himself on his elbows with an angry glare.
— Relax, it's just me, — Max scoffed, unimpressed, and showed him the smidge of white on her fingers — more sunscreen. — Wouldn't need to do it if you reapplied yourself.
The bruise under the fresh coat she put on him agreed with the little shitbird and throbbed just to remind him how much worse they got under the sun. Still, Billy rolled his eyes and slumped back on his towel, letting Max do all the work. She covered the shiner with a thick layer and put some on Billy's nose, using the rest off her fingers to draw a dick on his forehead, which he immediately recognized and wiped off, flipping her off without even opening his eyes.
— You're welcome, asshole, — she huffed, taking the sunglasses off her head — fighting the wind-tousled red curls for a moment — and sliding them onto his face to cover him even more.
— Thanks, shitbird, — grumbled Billy, shifting a bit to find back the perfect position in the shallow dip his body made in the sand.
Max crossed her legs, sitting next to him, and looked over to the ocean. It was a wild beach, one not many people knew of — Billy never seemed to take anyone but her there. Those were always short trips, a few hours before they had to drive back, but she never declined even if she had something more exciting to do.
Living with Billy taught her that excitement wasn't the most important part of life.
— You ever tried surfing here? — she asked suddenly, stretching one leg to check on her scraped knee. Billy didn't answer right away, his fingers digging into the dry sand absently. Finally, he sighed and fixed the sunglasses with little plastic bows on them on his sweaty nose.
— Nah. Barely any good waves here, — he turned his head a bit, but she couldn't tell what he was looking at exactly. — This is just… to clear my head.
— Works pretty well, then, — Max noticed, digging he toes deeper into the sand, until she hit the cool, slightly wet layer. — The waves sound different, yeah?
— Yeah. Something with the sea floor, — Billy shrugged, as if not sure himself, and scratched his shoulder. They had less than an hour left before they'd have to go back home.
They didn't speak until then. The sea spoke for them, and the sun quietly dotted freckles onto their faces, one for each minute they spent in peace.
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