ok so i think we've all felt undervalued by a friend or like you're not a priority to them while they're your first priority (or am i just petty? maybe.) i want to know how you think steve would act if he felt undervalued by billy (friends or dating) i rlly like your writing sorry i'm asking a lot.
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Also itâs big projecting time
âYou wanna go out tonight?â Billy was hopping as he tugged on his jeans.
âCanât tonight. Goinâ out with some of the guys from the shop.â Steve bit his bottom lip.
Billy had started working at the autoshop down by Family Video, the owner had taken him under his wing, and Steve was glad Billy had made some friends, had some positive men in his life.
And he was excited that Billy had made friends in this town when Billy announced he was going out with them after their Friday closing shift.
But then he kept going out with them, and started hanging out with them more than Steve.
âHave fun.â Billy swooped down, kissing Steve on the forehead before booking it out of their little apartment.
Steve huffed, slumping back onto the bed.
He kinda felt like he could cry.
He and Billy hadnât gone out together in weeks.
Billy was barely home for dinner these days.
It made Steve feel like when he was in high school, with parents that were never around and friends that didnât give two shits about him.
He called out of work, couldnât really bear to be seen or interacted with today.
He stayed in bed all day, counting down the hours until Billyâs shift was over.
He watched the clock, the blanket pulled up so just his eyes were peering out.
He watched as the clock kept ticking, as an hour passed since Billyâs shift had ended.
Steve did start crying at the four hour mark.
It was getting late, and Billy still wasnât home.
Steve got out of bed for the first time today, locking the bedroom door.
Billy can sleep on the fucking couch for all he cares.
He had move past sad now, had sped right into seething.
He slammed himself back into bed.
He sat there, arms crossed, pouting at the locked door.
He put everything into his relationship with Billy. Everything.
He barely had any friends, spending all of his time with his boyfriend who fucking ignored him.
But no, he canât be mad at Billy for making new friends. Itâs not his fault Steve has no fucking social skills, no fucking friends his own age.
But even the kids had been pulling away.
Dustin hadnât radioed him for a ride or to hang out in like, a week.
And he was right back sad.
but then keys were scraping in the lock of the front door.
Billyâs boots were heavy in the entry hall.
Steve could hear him stumbling around, and dove back under the covers, peeking out from underneath them.
The handle jiggled. Steveâs breath caught.
Billy knocked on the door.
âHey, Stevie,â His voice was deep and raspy, just a little slurred. âThe doorâs locked.â
âThatâs because I locked it.â Steve popped out from under the covers to talk back, scooting back under them afterwards.
âBecause I donât wanna see you.â
He could feel Billy sigh through the door.
âBaby, can we not do this tonight?â
âWeâre not doing this tonight. Weâre gonna do it in the morning. After a nice sleep apart.â Billy sighed again.
âFine. Goodnight, I guess.â
Steve felt a little vindictive at the sound of Billy walking away, the sound of the couch groaning under his weight.
And then he just felt like shit again.
He sat on the bed, chewing at one of his cuticles.
He should go talk to Billy.
But Billy was drunk, and talking to Billy while drunk is talking talking to the worldâs horniest brick wall.
He slumped back onto the bed.
He missed Billy, missed him so fucking bad it hurt.
There was a soft rap on the door.
Steve glanced at the clock, Billy had been home for an hour and a half.
âSugar, I donât like it when youâre mad at me.â Billy sounded miserable.
Steve huffed, getting up slowly.
He unlocked the door, retreating back to bed.
Billy opened it slowly, found Steve sitting nestled in their bed, his eyes big and bright.
âTalk to me, Goose.â He perched on the end of the bed.
Steve wasnât looking him in the eye. Bad sign. Fucking bad sign.
âItâs stupid.â Worse sign. Even worse sign.
âBaby, itâs not stupid if itâs makinâ you feel bad.â Billy had chucked about two gallons of water before this talk, trying to sober himself up for this.
âIt is stupid.â Billy reached for his hand, and Steve pulled his out of the way. Oh God. Oh God. Code red.
âItâs not. Please tell me whatâs on your mind. Please, Pretty Boy.â
âDo you still love me?â
Sirens were fucking blaring in Billyâs head.
âOf course I still love you. Whatâs this about?â Steve shrugged, still looking at the duvet covering his lap.
âI just feel like youâve been ignoring me.â Billy took a deep breath.
âCan you tell me why youâve been feeling like that?â Steve huffed, one of his eyebrows twitching up.
âBecause we havenât been on a date, or, or eaten dinner together, or, or had sex in like, a fucking month, and it makes me feel like shit, Billy, because Iâm happy that you have friends, and people that take care of you, but I-Iâ Steveâs lip was trembling, tears pricking at his eyes. âNobody cares about me anymore and, I donât think they ever did, and Iâm unlovable-â he was openly crying, letting everything flood out.
He tugged Steveâs shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.
âYou are not unlovable. You are so loved. I absolutely love you. Iâm sorry Iâve made you feel forgotten. Iâm gonna work on it, okay? Iâll be home for dinner, and weâll go out again, okay? I promise.â
Steve was heaving in his arms, wailing into Billyâs chest.
âSo many people care. So many.â
âThe kids donât need me for rides anymore, and you have other people in your life, and my parents were right.â
That was the final straw.
Billy took Steveâs face in both his hands, making him look up at him.
âYour parents were not right, about anything. Not a damn thing.â Steve was still crying, Billy kissed his teary cheeks. âYou are just made of love, Sweet Thing. Youâre loved by so many. And the kids are just growinâ up. Going through that phase where theyâre too cool for their parents.â
Steve gave a watery little smile. Progress.
âIâm sorry I made you feel bad.â
âItâs not your fault.â
âBut it is. I mean, I love spending time with you. And I shouldâve been more available to you.â
âBut I canât fault you for making friends. Itâs not my fault I have none.â
âYouâve got Robin. Iâm sure sheâd be down for a night of wine on the couch.â Steve huffed a laugh. âBut Iâll stop going out with them.â
âNo, I donât want that. I just, we need to find a balance. Like, have a set date night that we canât miss. Or, or, something. You have friends and I want you to keep having friends. Just maybe, we gotta make time for each other.â Billy nodded seriously.
âYou feelinâ any better?â Steve nodded, gave Billy a tiny smile. âGood. Can we go to bed now? Talk some more in the morning?â
âYeah. And you can sleep in here. Iâm sorry I locked you out.â
âIâm just glad you let me in.â Billy rolled over Steve, making him laugh as he put all of his weight on Steve.
He scoot up behind him, pulling Steve close to him.
âSorry. Iâm still kinda drunk, and apparently working shit out like grown ups makes me horny.â
âOh my God, Bill. Youâre a menace.â