#poet!billy

[bigdumbbambieyes]

part 5 of poet!billy & dyslexic!steve

for my bub @hephaestn , who is always so so supportive of my poet!Billy-verse and is the loveliest person, I’m beyond grateful to call you my friend 🤍

part one

~

billy,

i want you to kiss me until you’re sick of it

steve frowns at the line, furrowing his brows as he taps the pencil’s eraser against his notebook.

how does billy do it?

“okay,” steve sighs to himself as he sets his pencil down in favour of rubbing his eyes, “just…make one more and maybe it’ll get things rolling.”

picking up the pencil again, steve moves to write, pauses, presses the pencil lead down onto the paper, pauses, and then huffs.

“don’t be fucking stupid right now,” he mutters to himself again, feeling his frustration mounting the longer he stares down at the paper and the single line.

it begins to change in front of him, letters switching and words looking wrong. his dyslexia gets worse the more frustrated he becomes - like the sentence changes with every blink and when he tries to read it again, the meaning is lost.

he pushes the notebook away with a tiny growl of frustration, the pencil tossed along with it, and steve buries his head in his hands.

he gives up. billy’s much better equipped to write love poems, anyway. what the fuck was he even thinking? trying to write a stupid poem for the guy who wrote from his heart every time?

wiping at unshed tears, steve pushes himself up from his desk and forgets all about the notebook.

~

a week passes and steve receives two more poems. they’re both perfect - filled with sweet yearning and sappy, syrupy love.

steve’s putting them in the shoebox under his bed when he hears billy ask, “what’s this?” from his desk.

“what’s what?” he asks in return as he slips the poems into the money clip. when he receives no response, he looks over his shoulder at billy and sees his boyfriend leaning against the desk, notebook in hand.

the same notebook that holds his failed poem.

steve scrambles up from his spot and rushes over, reaching out to snatch the stupid thing from billy, but the blond is quick - too fucking quick - and holds it behind him while his other hand is placed on steve’s chest, holding him back.

the expression on billy’s face is a multitude. surprised, mostly. like he hadn’t expected steve to charge at him the way he did, but he’d been bracing for the impact.

like a reflex.

steve feels immediate guilt.

“fuck - i’m sorry,” he sighs with a frown, taking a small step back to give billy some room, “i...i just want the notebook, billy. please.”

billy doesn’t say anything, just lowers his hand and brings the notebook back in front of him, brows pinched. he looks down at the notebook again and steve clenches his hands into fists to fight back the urge to yank it away.

“is this…?” billy starts.

steve shakes his head hard, urges, “it’s nothing.”

“nothing?” billy balks, blue eyes looking up at him again with that familiar anger. that anger which sits in billy’s chest like embers in a fire, flaring as he says, “steve - it’s not nothing when it’s fucking addressed to me and sounding like a poem.”

and steve frowns, because okay, yeah. he has a point. “i…i attempted a poem,” he admits after a pause, his mouth twisting as he opens up, “i tried and failed, and i was gonna throw it away but i forgot about it so…yeah.”

the anger simmering under billy’s skin must go still, because the tightness around his eyes softens as he looks down at the lined paper again. he shifts his weight between his feet, mumbles, “why did you want to write me a poem, anyway?”

he must be stupid. he must be dumb.

steve blinks, opens his mouth, but just lets his jaw drop in disbelief. “you’re kidding, right?” he finally asks before stepping closer to billy, until they’re inches apart and the notebook is caught between them.

billy looks up at him, slowly, from where he’s leaning against the desk. steve tries to read him, tries to read the blue of his eyes and the dots of his freckles. and in those, he finds hope.

strength.

“i,” he begins, swipes his tongue over his dry lips, “you write me poems, billy. and they make me feel so. much. i…i didn’t think feeling the way i do about you was possible. and no matter how many kisses i give you, or whatever little gifts i buy, it doesn’t seem enough.”

it hits him then, almost like a kitchen plate. makes his heart ache in his chest as he realizes and whispers, “i want to be enough for you, billy.”

and billy’s got tears in his eyes, as usual. as always. but steve knows they’re not sad.

at least, he hopes they aren’t.

“you are,” billy murmurs, his voice as shaky as the tears dancing on his waterline as he tries to keep himself together, “steve—you know you are.”

so he whispers back, “then why don’t i feel like it?”

billy sets the notebook down behind him and pulls steve into the tightest hug he’s ever felt. and billy’s strong - his arms and shoulders are muscled, and it almost hurts from how tightly the blond clings to him.

but, steve’s quick to wrap his arms around billy, too. holds him close, lets his boyfriend hide away in the space between his neck and shoulder. he feels the tears on his collarbone soak through his shirt.

they’re quiet for a long time, standing there and holding on another. neither of them want to pull away, finding comfort in the heat of their embrace and the steady beating of their hearts.

against his skin, billy mutters, “why don’t we do it together?”

the poem. billy wants to finish it together.

steve feels that familiar lump in his throat, the burn in his eyes from tears that will go unshed. billy’s helped him before, when he’d propped himself up in bed and read steve’s english lit book out loud to him. steve had put his head in billy’s lap and listened quietly the entire time. no one had ever done anything like that for him before.

he loves billy. absolutely adores him. he has no reason to doubt him when billy assures him that yes, steve, you are enough.

it’ll take time to believe it, but steve’s patient.

“okay,” he nods, sliding his hands up billy’s arms, gently pushing until billy pulls back and wipes at his wet face, like the tears hadn’t happened.

billy grabs the notebook and the pencil and takes it to the bed. sitting himself down, he beckons steve over with a tiny smile, “c’mon.”

steve doesn’t need to be told twice.

~

billy,

i want you to kiss me until you’re sick of it

hold me until i’ve sighed my last breath

and please keep loving me until i feel like i’m

enough

part 6

[venusbyline]

i can fix him (no really i can)

[iambrillyant]

“your gut instinct is not a liar, those initial feelings exist for a reason, sit on them if you need to, process whether your feelings are valid or just projections, but never dismiss your intuition when the signs are staring you in the face and your nervous system is agreeing.”

— iambrillyant

[hidden-poet]

MASTER LIST

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UNTIL. DEATH.

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PART 4

PART 5

[cheezy-whizz]

gays be like “she’s so beautiful I’m gonna kill myself” and then “she” is just a queer coded white man from some movie

[charsoamerican]

2024 is such a good year for music oml

[joshfutturman]

it was really cool of taylor to write a song about josh hutcherson tbh

[tomblythismyhusband]

“His hand, so calloused from his pistol, softly traces hearts on my face”

-i can fix him (no really i can) Taylor Swift

THIS LINE IS SOOOOOOO BILLY CODED AGH. I CANT. THIS IS WHAT I WANT IN A MAN.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

surpriiiise!! part 6 of poet!billy & dyslexic!steve

part 1

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In the school library, Steve buries his head in his hands and presses his aching eyes into the meat of his palms to watch the little explosions of colours bloom in the dark.

And maybe relieve the headache pulsing behind his eyes, some.

He feels the eraser end of a pencil dig hard into his side and he jumps, startled, to see the back of Billy as he’s walking down to another table, four spots away.

Such an asshole.

Huffing, he looks down at his paper and there, on top of his English essay about Hamlet’s procrastination, is a folded piece of paper.

He snatches it up quickly, faster than he’s probably ever moved, and holds it down against his lap to unfold it secretly.

More goddamn red ink. His boyfriend knows better than to use it, but…the little red heart in the corner more than makes up for it.

Taking another quick look around, Steve carefully reads the poem.

it’s my mom’s birthday today

and i feel like a kid

crying because i miss her

but on the bright side

you still love me

and that’s the sunniest my mind will get

on these cold winter days

He stares down at it for longer than he should, nearly unblinking, because it’s her birthday today. Billy’s told him about his mom, about the ache he has in his chest for her.

Steve looks up, sees Billy’s furrowed brows as he reads his old copy of ‘Hamlet’ for the second time, and gets up from his seat.

Billy looks up only when Steve’s at the edge of his table, staring down at him, and the blond says nothing - but his eyes are sad and tired and Steve wants to wrap him up in his arms and never let go.

“C’mon,” Steve mutters.

Quiet as a mouse, Billy closes his book and stands. Follows Steve to his table where he clumsily grabs his stuff, and they leave without looking at anyone.

In Steve’s Beamer, where Billy sits in the passenger seat, he cries. And cries. And Steve gathers him into his arms, holds him tight, presses kisses to those golden curls and flushed cheeks as Billy whimpers, ‘miss her so much’ and ‘why’ and ‘thank you’.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” Steve murmurs because that’s all he can speak to.

“Shut up,” Billy whispers shakily, rubs his nose, and Steve smiles.

Slowly, his boyfriend’s sobs quiet into sniffles and when he pulls away, Billy wipes his wet face on the sleeve of his shirt, refusing to meet Steve’s eye.

“Billy,” he whispers, reaching over to smooth his thumb across the soft, damp skin of Billy’s cheekbone, and his boyfriend finally glances over at him.

Steve smiles again, soft and without pity, “You wanna go get her some flowers?”

Billy nods, stiff and sad and Steve wants to protect and love this boy for all of eternity.

They buy white lilies and pink carnations and Billy hides them where Neil won’t find them; on his windowsill in his bedroom, behind the blanket strung up over the blinds.

There, he admires them until they wilt.

[iambrillyant]

“your new era begins when you choose yourself unapologetically and release the weight of who you were yesterday, it begins when you decide that you’re deserving of a life better than the one you’re leaving behind, it begins when you start to believe in your own worthiness.”

— billy chapata

[avalonlights]

For @billyhargrovebingo | C1: "10 Things I Hate About You AU"

[c-kiddo]

nothing new to hate on taylor swift but recently seeing her rerelease her same dumbass album with 1 single extra song in a plastic jewel case with its horrible album art variants over and over again , wasting plastic and resources, just to hold onto that number 1 album spot over billie eilish etc is saur embarrassing

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Reblog away! Poet Billy has me dreaming, that one day, 10 years from now, Steve walks into a gay bookstore in NYC. He's clutching a beloved shoebox under his arm. Heart beating so loudly, he approaches the clerk and clears his throat.

"How can I get my boyfriend's poems published?" he asks and smiles that irresistible beaming smile of his.

ANON?!?!? I—

the book is made up of scanned copies of each poem, so readers can actually see Billy’s handwriting and the little scribbles where he messed up or misspelled a word, or the little dried teardrops on the more emotional pieces. there’s also scanned polaroids of Billy and Steve throughout the book, with some photographs a little more risqué than the softer ones. it’s very personal and very moving.

there’s over a hundred poems by that point, so the book is 50ish pages full of heartfelt messages to Steve, front to back.

Steve surprises him with the first draft of the book on their weekly date night, and Billy’s deathly quiet as he flips through the book - so much that Steve gets a little nervous, thinking that maybe he overstepped, but Billy looks up at him with those watery blue eyes and a soft smile and Steve knows it’s okay.

Billy writes the dedication and it reads:

for my pretty boy, who still encourages me to write down what i cannot say. you are my forever love.

the book earns Billy a good amount of money due to its popularity, which he puts towards a small, comfortable house for them in California 🤍

[iambrillyant]

“forgive all the versions of yourself that operated out of fear instead of growth, the ones that viewed comfort zones as safe havens and abandoned boundaries to keep other people happy, forgive all the versions of yourself that didn’t know that love begins with how you treat you.”

— billy chapata

[sunbeamedskies]

I love Taylor Swift, but you all have got to stop falling for the media pitting women against each other.

Billie was most likely not shading Taylor- she was talking about how she personally does not want to do a 3 hour show, and she believes her fans don’t want her to do one either. She also emphasized releasing multiple versions of physical albums that aren’t eco friendly is a systemic industry issue.

I’m a huge Taylor fan, but not every comment another artist makes is specifically about Taylor.

The amount of people here who see anything that could vaguely be criticism of Taylor as a personal attack is not healthy. If you are prone to jumping to conclusions, you need to take a step back from the internet and chill. The media LOVES framing quotes from someone like Billie as being 100% about someone like Taylor because it gets them clicks.

Taylor is also not flawless. She is one of MANY musicians who release multiple versions of albums as part of cash grabs. She doesn’t need to do it- she’s the hugest musician on Earth- but there’s such a pressure to do so that she does. There’s nothing wrong with wanting her and all the other musicians who do it to do better