he saw a wizard airbrushed on the side of a van and the rest was history
Just watched the Fantastic Beasts sequel, and I am so confused. Not, like, curious enough to actually to seek out answers kind of confused. Just confused.
SUPER OLD PROMPT FOR @ihni, my love. Here’s some angst to soothe your soul.
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It had been almost two months since he stumbled into bed with The King. It was no strings attached— really. Billy had applauded himself for just how little effect those big brown eyes had had on him over the past weeks.
He wasn’t invested in Steve Harrington at all beyond the absolute toe-curling pleasure he was able to provide. Honestly, he was expecting to be able to make fun of the guy for not living up to his rep as the best lay in school, but he hadn’t been prepared for just how right the rumors were. It was worth sneaking out for, even when Neil was home, a better drug than the adrenaline of a good fight, even. And if he had happened to start staying after those orgasms to chat and smoke a joint every once in a while, he could say that it was because Neil was out of town more.
He had more time to take his Pretty Boy apart, make him cry with the pleasure, teach him how to finger a man just right. And then make sure he got at least a little sleep, calm the inevitable panic when he woke.
The arrangement was no strings attached. He had no feelings for Steve Harrington.
They were coming down from another high that Billy could only think to call luxurious. The afterglow of that release radiated through him, a sound pulled out of him like a purr. Steve chuckled, still squeezing his hips rhythmically for a moment before the touch turned into stroking across his tanned skin.
Everything was warm and slow, juxtaposed against the patter of freezing rain against the dark windows.
It felt right when he let Steve pull him into position against his chest. Billy tangled their legs together without thinking and listened to the other boy’s heartbeat slow down in his chest.
He wanted a cigarette after a while, but not as badly as he wanted to stay right where he was. Steve was running his fingers gently over the skin of his back and Billy was nearly dozing off on his chest when Steve broke the quiet. His words were as soft as his fingertips, but it didn’t make it less chilling when his touch hovered over that one particular spot.
“How did you get these scars?”
All the softness of the moment, the warmth in his veins, leeched out of him instantaneously. The fear from the memories of those few remaining marks sent rage bubbling up his throat.
“What?”
Oblivious as ever, Steve rubbed over the spot across his shoulder blades again, feeling the faint lines of healed skin there like he had any right to touch them.
“You’ve got scars right here— when I saw them in basketball, I thought that they were a trick of the light, they were so faint, but now I can feel them…”
Why did he have to ruin a perfectly good fucking thing? What gave King Steve, with his huge house and his charmed fucking life, the right to ask Billy about his past? Especially when this was the same asshole who woke up in tears, screaming his head off from nightmares he never explained. Steve wasn’t sharing, why should Billy?
Billy was up and sitting at the edge of the bed in one jerk of motion. He wasn’t going to turn around and punch Harrington— he wouldn’t do that again, but it was his first thought. It had been for so long.
Instead, he squeezed the edge of the mattress like he could rip the sheets apart. He took a deep breath, let it out slow, and his fingers twitched for a smoke.
“None of your business, Harrington.”
“Hey, hey— you don’t have to say, I didn’t mean to—“ he tried to backtrack, but the damage was done.
“No, Harrington.” He made his voice as cold and quiet as he could, hoping it would scare Steve like it scared Max. It didn’t work anymore, though, and Billy flinched away when there was a hand brushing those damn marks again. He stood, whirling around to glare down at those big brown eyes. His heart clenched and he hated himself for letting this get this far. “Fuck you—“
This wasn’t no strings attached. He’d let himself get tangled in a web of Steve Harrington’s strings, tying his heart into this casual hookup. A thrill lanced through his veins, and he hated it.
“I just wanted to—“
“Wanted to what, Harrington? Save me? Have some stupid fucking heart to heart and sweep me off my feet?” He let the rage burn in his words, each like their own punch.
Steve’s Pretty face was set in a frown, his eyes lighting up like he had something to say back, but Billy didn’t give him the chance.
“You think I’m crazy?” He asked, remembering the sound of his mother saying those words. She’d thrown the bottle at the wall, she hadn’t seen that Billy was there. Neil did, though, and he’d ground his son into the glass shards, holding him down while his mother screamed.
He could still hear her screaming in his head when the anger got too much, like a whistling teapot under pressure.
In a flurry, he tore around the stupidly preppy bedroom, pulling on his jeans and a shirt. His jacket on. Goddamn, he needed a smoke.
“King Steve and your fucking ivory tower life— you want everyone to think you’re okay, as if you don’t have issues, too. Screaming and panicking, keeping that fucking bat under your bed!? I’m not the crazy one here, amigo.”
He didn’t even really know what he was saying anymore. He was overflowing, drowning Steve Harrington in bullshit jabs to hide the pain. He knew he was doing it, and he wished he could stop. He was ruining it, ruining the only good thing to happen to him since coming to Nowhere, Indiana.
“I’m sorry— hey, are you listening? I’m sorry, just—“ Steve stumbled around the words, getting up with his hands in the air like Billy was some kind of animal.
The brunette didn’t look like he could think of any other words to say at all. His eyes were wide and sparkling with confusion and anger, his jaw was slack with shock. His lips were still raw and red where Billy had been nipping at them not an hour earlier.
“You want me to spill my guts to you, Pretty Boy? Make this mean something? Well, let me make this crystal fucking clear: you are nothing but a quick fuck.” He enunciated every syllable like Steve was an idiot, shoving past him on his way out the door and down the stairs.
He could hear Harrington behind him, but he didn’t look back. He probably couldn’t bear it, if he was honest with himself. He couldn’t see the pain those eyes, not without the guilt crushing him like a bug. Like a glass bottle burying its shards in a kid’s back.
It needed to end anyway, didn’t it? He was attached, he was actually attached to Steve Harrington. And that couldn’t happen, not for Billy.
He sucked an inhale of smoke into his lungs and relished the burn of his throat in the cold, wet night. He walked back to his car and sat in the drivers seat, soaked to the bone. It wasn’t till he got there that he let the tears roll down his cheeks.
imagine a horror movie where all the characters are gen z and not particularly scared of dying
killer on the phone with a character: i’m in your house and i will kill you
character: alright lit hurry up tho
The fakest part of this is a Gen Z kid answering the phone
killer via dm on ig: i’m in your house and i will kill you
character: alright queen👏🏼💖 hurry up🔥🔥💦💦
The only “adult” in the movie is a millennial who’s also not scared of dying, but is somewhat grumpier about the situation bc “if I die I don’t have to pay loans anymore but I just found a barber that doesn’t judge me for crying sometimes so idk what to do anymore” and is just like mildly inconvenienced by it
don’t just pay it. do not automatically pay the hospital bill when you receive it. call your health insurance provider and POLITELY say, “excuse me, i just received a bill for $1200 for my hospital visit/ER visit/etc., is that the correct amount i’m supposed to pay?” because hospitals bill you before your health insurance and they will take your money no matter how the amount due may change based on your health insurance looking at it. 90% of the time, if your health insurance is in any way involved in the payment of that bill, you do not have to pay as much as the hospital is billing you for. call your health insurance provider first, and POLITELY request clarification, always remember that the person you are talking to is human and this is just their job, and then you will very likely find out you actually only owe $500.
don’t shout at anyone about it, don’t get mad, just understand that this is The Way Things Are right now and call your health insurance provider before paying the bill your hospital just sent you. there’s a chance the hospital bill might be correct, true, but call your health insurance provider.
THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT. after my car accident last year the hospital billed me ~$8000. They sent me letters asking me to pay, and I called them back saying my insurance was processing the claim. This is also what I told the collection agency when they kept calling me about the $1000 emergency room fee (billed separately from the hospital fee, mind you). Once everything got straightened out, all I was actually liable for was my $200 emergency copay.
!!!!!!! things my ass didn’t know !!!!!!!!
Yes this is a life lesson my adulting ass didn’t know I needed and I’m out 80 bucks for an anti-nausea pill. 😒😒😒😒😒
Reblogging for American friends.
Also, it is important [for people receiving medical care in the USA] to carefully read all of the items on the medical bill and look for errors and overcharges. I know that the normal feelings of avoidance and dread can make it hard to look at scary hospital bills, and that’s okay! But as the OP mentions, private orgs like hospitals don’t monitor overpayment of bills – they are motivated to charge you extra – and it is basically impossible to get your money back. Read the bill carefully and make sure that the charges are correct, using the links below for help if you need. If they haven’t sent you an itemized list, you can ask for one. Sometimes you will be charged extra for items or treatment you didn’t receive. Most people don’t know that you can dispute medical bills! But in 2009, Consumer Reports stated that 8 out of 10 medical bills scrutinized by a watchdog had errors, and generally you are not obligated to pay for someone else’s error.
You may be charged for using medication that you actually brought into the hospital with you – that’s easy to dispute! You may be charged for the consumables used during your stay such as sheets, gloves, gowns, etc – the hospital should actually cover that under its running budget. You may be charged for a brand name drug if the generic was available for cheaper – the links below explain how and when you can dispute this. You may be charged a surprisingly expensive “oral administration fee” (where a nurse puts pills for you to take in a little clean paper cup and then hands it to you) but that’s worth disputing if you were actually able to take the pill out of a bottle and put it in your own mouth. And so on.
Steve isn’t really sure what he’s supposed to do with Billy’s hot mouth gasping against his teeth, or Billy’s hands pressed under his shirt, but he came to this football game to watch Tommy give himself a concussion while Carol threw popcorn at freshmen and now he’s on the grass under the bleachers while people stomp and shout above him, loose skittles and dirt raining down as Billy presses him in to the earth.
It rained today so Steve’s back is soaked, or maybe it’s sweat, he thinks some of it might be sweat when he tugs at the wet curls sticking to Billy’s neck. He wonders if Carol is looking for them. Billy had waved towards the parking lot and said he wanted Steve to come for a smoke, and honestly, at the time, Steve was thinking he could go for a smoke, but that’s not what this is, and when Billy tugged on Steve’s arm when they ducked around the field and threw Steve on the grass Billy already smelled like cheap menthols and Fireball.
The spice in Billy’s mouth is the Fireball, but so is the sourness, mixed with the popcorn he had stolen from Carol. Steve kisses back because he’s not sure what else he should be doing, stuck on his back, legs hugging Billy’s sides like this is fine and negotiated when it isn’t.
Steve had said, “What the fuck?” And Billy had shrugged, like that explained enough. It didn’t. None of this is enough.
“Jesus, Hargrove,” Steve whines, craning his head back as far as he can so Billy can mouth at his neck. “Can I help you or something?”
“Yeah, take off your pants.”
Steve shoves his shoulder. “That’s not what I mean.”
Billy just laughs, damp breath coating Steve’s neck and lingering in his ear. “Then what do you mean, sweetheart?”
“This? The grass? Fucking- any of it? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Billy slowly leans forward until he can look Steve in the face, his muscles practically creaking as he rolls his shoulders and his hips. He cups Steve’s jaw with one hand a little too hard and smiles like cinnamon and sharp whiskey as he says, “I found your sweater in my car and thought you might let me?”
Which is fucking stupid, Steve knows, feels it in his bones as he raises his eyebrows and says, “You know that means fuck all, right?”
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