Not My Type by Strawberry_Sweetheart ( @billy-baby )
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Billy has a type.
He liked guys with a bit of fire to them, a bit of something mean, a bit of that same restlessness that he felt. He liked them brutal and unforgiving, able to keep pace with him side by side feeling like an unstoppable force ready to burn down the world in an uncontrollable wildfire. It was fun, exhilarating, the way that there was no room for softness, the way that teasing ended up on the crueler side of the spectrum, the way that life happened in quick spurts jumping from one moment to the next, each unpredictable and new and chasing away the mundane of life.
Steve Harrington is not his type.










