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What's Yours Is Most Definitely Mine
Prompt: You invited him over so that he'd bring you comfort and peace of mind. And, because you can't ever have nice things (dramatic eyeroll + hairflip combo attack💅🏽), he does the exact opposite by challenging your wit. As if you could ever and would ever be wrong, ever in your life, like...
Timeline: Post S!:FOTG
TW/Content: Reader and Billy being cuties🫶🏽⚡️Y'all being stubborn⚡️I... think that's it tbh💀
Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns!
Requested By: @bansheecries
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Music blared throughout your room with you humming along without a care in the world. It was your playlist after all, so it was only natural that you couldn't help but at least bop along to the beat or belt out a random lyric every now and again while you finally gotten around to organizing your room.
Not that you thought it truly needed it, but you had a guest over, so it seemed to be the polite thing to do. Even when it was just Billy, and he insisted it wasn't necessary and then argued that his room was just as, if not, messier.
And when you wouldn't allow yourself to just relax, he shrugged and offered a hand, eager to pass the time quicker so that the two of you could spend more of it with each other rather than cleaning instead. And so far, his suggestion had proven right. His help moved things along so much faster than you anticipated as you lifted a purple hoodie into your hands.
Billy stopped when he realized you had, watching and then smiling in adoration when you cutely tipped your head to the side in decisiveness. It was such an adorable action, he couldn't even hide the red flush of his cheeks while you-
"Did you hear me?"
"...Hm?"
You huffed, shaking your head in dismay when it became clear he was not listening.
"Is this yours or mine?" Was what you had inquired. But, you swiftly rendered an answer from him useless anyway, having turned your attention back to the hoodie in your hands. One last, good stare at the item of clothing decided your own conclusion, giving a firm nod as you spoke.
"Nevermind, it's mine."
"What, that hoodie?" Billy chuckled, setting down his neat pile of your folded up clothes before walking around your bed, coming closer to you to inspect the purple fabric as well.
"No, it isn't."
"Pssh-!" You scoffed, whipping your head around to face the boy with an eyebrow raised in suspicion. "Why would you have a purple hoodie?"
"I happen to like purple, (Y/N)..." He announced, not even sparing to use any normal pet names he might have for you. You were tempted to point this out, maybe fake some hurt and offense, but he had beat you to it with even more "proof" of his ownership of the item at debate.
"...Which is exactly why I bought it, and it's been missing for forever now. Figures you would have it, though. I should've known."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" You huffed, leaving Billy to give unimpressed chuckles.
"You steal my clothes all of the time! I'm missing T-shirts, flannels, boxers, hoodies...!"
"Only 'cause they're more comfy..." You pouted, not even able to deny his words, considering some of the clothes folded up actually were some of the things he listed. Some of his things.
"And because-!"
"-They smell like me, yeah, I know." He teased, nudging you gently, which didn't really help the matter. You could smell the boy's cologne practically the second he had entered your room, and little did he know, you've been nearly wanting to tackle him with cuddles ever since.
"But don't you think maybe they'd lose my 'smell' after months of being with you?"
"Mmm..." You hummed.
"Including my hoodie?"
You thought the matter over for maybe five seconds, pulling the hoodie inwards towards your chest rather than holding it out like before. With a shake of the head, Billy now knew he was in for your normal yet entertaining antics.
"Yeah, maybe. If this was yours, which it isn't. I admit, I do take your clothes, but I don't remember ever taking a purple hoodie from you, so unless you're just being delulu right now, just admit that it's mine and deal with the fact that maybe..."
You pointed an index finger right towards his face.
"...Just maybe... you like taking some of my clothes because you miss me, too?"
"(Y/N)..." He sighed, one mixed with amusement and vexation, but you went on.
"Unless you're saying I don't smell good. You don't think I smell good?"
He burst into a cackle at your jokey accusation, an attempt to distract him from the real issue at hand.
"First of all, you smell delicious. Like, all of the time. So don't even go there with me."
"Aww, you flatter me~." You teased, giving him a gentle push on the shoulder before waltzing towards your closet, Billy trailing behind.
"And don't get me wrong, I've stolen hoodies from you, too. But not this one, which leads me to my second point: That's not yours."
Your lips pursed up while you scanned over the rest of your clothes for an extra/free hanger, not even sparing the boy a glance his way while you spoke. Your tone airy and light, as if you knew something he didn't.
"Oh yeah? And you're, like, genuinely-actually sure about that? For realsies?"
"Yes! I'm pretty sure if I recognize it, it would be mine. I don't know how else- no, what else could be possible."
"Damn, that's crazy, 'cause..." You turned to face him, a look of smugness across your face while you pointed to a very specific spot on the hoodie.
"...I happen to remember this stain. Mind, you, maybe you just recognize because I've worn it before. Because it's mine."
"Uh, okay," Billy had deepened his voice as a form of mockery, but it merely amused you internally while you attempted not to let a giggle slip. "What does that prove, exactly?"
"Dude..." You sighed, arms going limp as the hoodie practically dragged across the ground. "This stain has been here since I dropped red Jell-O on it. Last summer."
Billy's lips created a 'mncht' sound as they dropped, as if he were going to say something. And he was, but not right away as his green eyes shifted to the side and back to you again swiftly. A side-eye.
Did this boy just side eye you?
"Uh, yeah. Sure. So you took it from me last summer, then, which means you've had it a whole year. You can give it back now."
"Okay, sassy..." You mumbled, rolling your own (E/C) eyes. "I didn't take it from you. You're just being... annoying right now. I know it's mine, so just-"
"If you know it's yours, then how come you don't have the matching sweatpants?"
If the look on your face could be construed in meme format, it'd look a lot of something like this:
Because-
" ...What?!" You exploded, not even in annoyance. Just completely taken aback by such an outlandish statement. It was something crazy for you to imagine, Billy owning this hoodie. But him in a matching set of a purple hoodie and sweatpants?! You could almost laugh. What, did he have matching socks and a beanie, too?!
"Because I do!" He sealed his claim, not even kidding in the slightest as he nodded. "Yeah, they're at home right now, in my closet. I bet you my entire life's savings."
"Oh, four dollars? I'm rich." You responded, your voice oozing with sarcasm as he went on.
"(Y/N)...babe...I will literally walk home... get them, walk all the way back, and show you. Actually, no. I'll FaceTime Freddy and have him show you my closet so you can see."
You were only left to shake your head, hardly used to whenever Billy would be to one to grow dramatic, but slightly entertained nonetheless. Slowly growing irriated, but entertained.
"You... are such a liar, Billy Batson. And a bad one, too"
"Wha-?! Not even, oh my god...! You're just being stubborn."
"Stubborn?" You repeated, as if you couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"Yeah." He shrugged casually, no shame in his claim. "And you always, always have to be right, which... I get it, but-"
"-Billy," You interuppted before he could dig himself a deeper hole than he was (unrealizingly) already digging. "Just admit you want the hoodie. It's a nice hoodie, and like you said earlier, I totally understand the need to want your significant other's clothes."
"Yeah, no, really, I'd love to have it back."
You ignored this.
"Plus-"
"Also, I've never stolen any of your clothes for longer than a year, so-"
"-Plus...! I want you to know that it's totally okay to admit when you're wrong. Especially to me, because I love you."
". . ."
. . .
The silence lasted a little too long for your comfort, your brows furrowed when he wouldn't give an answer. Just a smirk and a slow nod as you spoke back up.
"Oh, so you're just not gonna say it back?"
"Oh, nah, like...I totally believe that you do." He answered with the same amount of smugness you had earlier, but at the moment, you didn't realize. Or, maybe you did, but you just didn't like it thrown back in your face. It made for a tension in the air that you couldn't quite place. Neither of you were actually mad or arguing with each other. But, you couldn't deny that you were growing exasperated with the bickering and...
Yeah, it was definitely affecting your ability to keep the proper mood and antics going with him, so you simply dropped it altogether to avoid any further (and real) qualms.
"You know what? Fine, I don't care, keep the stupid hoodie."
You were swift to brush by him, dropping it into his hands before moving towards the pile of your clothes on the bed that he had set down earlier.
Poor boy, who can't read your mind, nearly gave himself whiplash at the sudden push of the hoodie into his grasp, and you going by him. It left him very suddenly distraught, almost laughing at the lack of expression in your face. Not in a "something's funny" way, but more of in a nervous way.
He followed you carefully, watching you sit down and pull the pile of clothes into your lap. He clocked the knitting of your brows and the way your eyes no longer held that little... s o m e t h i n g, sparkle, shine, whatever he liked to admire. For just that moment in time, he thought that maybe he'd actually said something to hurt your feelings. He... didn't know what, exactly, but he'd spend the rest of this afternoon making up for it if that were so.
And then he saw that pout.
"Oh my god, (N/N), there is no way on this earth that you're mad that you can't have my hoodie that you've had for a year now..."
"I'm not!" You you defended, raising and dropping your hands in one smooth motion. Not even you believed your words, certainly not really expecting Billy to as you placed your chin atop the pile of clothes and pushed out that pout further.
Billy sat next to you upon seeing this, rolling his eyes playfully when you just scooted away.
". . ."
Your eyes went flickering in his direction, wide and almost puppy-like while he smiled warmly.
"You're mad."
"Mncht! I'm not, shut up...! I said you could have the hoodie, just hush and take it."
He scoffed, lifting and dropping the hoodie from and to his lap before letting it fall to the floor completely. An action that conveyed him saying, "Forget about it." Putting you first, as always.
"Quit it with the pouts~." He cooed, sliding himself closer to you which only resulted in you inching farther away.
"I'm not pouting, go away."
He stopped himself from going, "Yes, you are." knowing it'd only drive you away more. Instead, he smiled, taking the opportunity to admire your features. But mainly your lips, considering they were the most prominent of your face at the moment.
They looked so pretty and soft, the shape of them always something he continued to remain mesmerized by. Even before you started dating, he'd have to catch and force himself to look away before you saw him staring, not wanting to come off weirdly.
But now, that was something he didn't have to worry about anymore. Free to stare at them as casually as he pleased because now he knew how flustered it always seemed to make you. Like now, your body growing hot because you could literally feel your boyfriend's intense gaze on you.
"I'm not giving you a kiss." You wanted to say, but the words got caught in your throat while you turned your head to face away from him completely.
"Hey..." He called, but not really, his voice almost a whisper at an attempt to keep the calm aura that surrounded the two of you. As if he was trying not to scare you, to coax you into an act he knew you didn't have it within you to deny.
"What...?" You sighed, as though you were truly upset and annoyed with him.
"Look at me? Please?" He requested, and you simply proved his thoughts correct when you did just that. (H/C) hair falling into your face as you laid it against the pile of clothes in your lap, staring directly at him and hoping he couldn't see the way your cheeks reddened or how your eyes dilated when he stared you up and down and licked his lips.
"Gimmie' kiss." He requested immaturely.
"Ugh, no!" You scoffed, completely void of any further attraction to your boyfriend in the small second. Yes, you knew he was more than likely going to ask to kiss you. And while you wanted to scold him for such inappropriate timing or how it wasn't the true, proper way to apologize, you didn't, because you were too unflattered by his stupidity in asking for it.
"Nooo, c'mon, (N/N)...!" He whined playfully, engulfing you (and the clothes) into his arms before you could even think about running away. "Gimmie' a kiss, just one...! It'll make you feel better."
"You are so obnoxious."
"Oh, really?" He hummed, squishing his cheek up against your own. "I thought I was a liar?"
"You've been upgraded due to current circumstances."
He gave a laugh.
"Lit, now kiss me."
Again, you huffed and rolled those eyes of yours, leaving him to pull away in the slightest to stare again.
"Why would I when you can't even ask properly?"
You didn't get a response this time, once again able to sense him staring dead at you. At your eyes, at your lips, and back again. Grinning like a fool in love with adorable dimples making it hard for you not to do so back.
Like, really hard. You actually had to fight the urge, pursing up your lips even though they twitched, just threatening to release that smile you were desperately holding back.
"Go away." You repeated, clearly unable to mean it as he continued on with his loving gaze.
"C'mon, just one little make up kiss? Just a peck?"
And with a deadpanned gaze at his puckered lips, you genuinely couldn't help but give in.
"Christ, Billy..."
He practically dove into your touch the moment your hand caressed his cheek, eager to kiss you back. Especially because you had blessed him with a lot more than "just a peck." Well, in technical terms, it was multiple pecks and then a real kiss to seal the deal, leaving you to pull away, finally letting that laugh you had been trying so hard to hold in escape. He returned it, pecking your forehead just before you were out of reach as you spoke.
"Make up kiss..." You repeated with an amused tone. "Does that mean you're apologizing?"
"Yeah..." He sighed, totally whipped by the sweet events that just occurred as he stared into your eyes.
Natrually, you took some advantage of this.
"For being wrong?" You pushed, and he could only nod this time when it was clear he was hardly taking in your words with any real thought.
"So it is my hoodie. Awesome."
"Yup."
"Ha!" You laughed obnoxiously, standing up and walking towards your drawer to put the rest of your clothes away.
"No!" He swiftly tried to correct himself, but it came out more to be a cry of defeat as you giggled mercilessly.
As for the hoodie... yeah, that thing never got picked back up off of the floor.
This has got to be the cutest thing I've ever written, like, omgomg ty so much for requesting it!! Also, hello, two uploads in one go? I'm on a roll, I'm- 💃🏽😼🫶🏽♡!!!
Oh also, sorry if it seems too short, btw. I know it's a change, unlike my normal long and convoluted works, but... yeah :'D.
~ Star✨️
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