#ahhh here we are. billy my darling 💗

[writing-good-vibes]

The prompt list looked soooo cute! You always have great ideas, lovey. Could I request Billy Bibbit for a combo of the ocean and seashell prompts? Thank you 😊

ahh a billy request !! thabk you for sending this in, anon !! 💗 i've said it with pretty much every character this season, but i've missed billy !! he's an angel isn't he 😊 this is a bit of a short one, but i hope you enjoy anyway. also, I combined it with this other prompt I got as it seemed fitting !!

WARNING for mentions of mental illness and mild canon-typical suicidal ideation (on billy's part), but i promise this is mostly fluff.

billy bibbit (beach, ocean and sea shells)

The summer was slowly slipping away, with the starting to close in once more, while the lilac dust remained pleasant.

Before the true turn of the season, you and Billy made the most of the warm evening by going down to the shore.

The two of you could spend hours watching the sky turn from summer blue to autumn gold to twilight lilac. You lay, side by side, with the sand between your toes.

Billy liked looking out at the ocean too. The vast expanse of it as it stretched over the horizon. You think he could stare for hours, with some indescribable look in his eye.

"T-They used to wo-worry about mmme going near wa-wa-water."

The illusive "Them". Billy rarely spoke about Them anymore, but the strangest thing would remind him again and you'd told him, long ago, that he could let these thoughts out. If he spoke about it, you thought, it wouldn't build up and crush him from the inside.

You nod in response, tangling your fingers more firmly with his. Knowingly, you rub your wrist against his.

"B-But I haaave been out on the ocean, far enough th-that I c-c-couldn't see land an-anymore."

"Really?" You pause, looking out to the furthest point and try to make out the peak of the waves. "Was it scary?"

He considers this for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. Then, "A-A little bit, I g-guess. But it fffelt good too."

You hum. Oftentimes. you know there isn't much you can say about Billy's past. It happened, there was nothing either of you could do except heal.

As you shift your feet in the sand, your toe pokes at something. One edge is sharp, but the underside is smooth.

Digging it out, you find the swirl of a seashell. The inside is hollow, the long abandoned home of a hermit crab.