Billy was a little weird sometimes. And not in any notable, ‘makes you avoid him in the school halls’ sort of way but more he did things sometimes that kinda made you question what was going on in his head sort of way.
Though those only really became apparent when you had started dating him, then it suddenly felt like Billy Loomis was a whole other person to the one you thought you knew.
Like when you first started dating everything was fairly run of the mill, with the dates and the affection and constant touching and all. But after a few months Billy started showing up at your house unannounced.
Not at the front door like a normal person but always at your bedroom window, which wasn’t hard to achieve since you lived in a one story.
At first it was with claims that he’d missed you and couldn’t wait until the next day to see you. Or maybe it was because he needed help with the homework and knew he’d do better with a face to face explanation.
But then he’d started showing up later, when you were already in bed and settling down to go to sleep. You’d thought it was for one of those reasons but when you sat up to say something all he’d done was kick off his shoes and get under the covers with you, making you lie down as well so he could pull you close and hold you.
He hasn’t said anything, didn’t mention it at school and was always gone before you woke up. But it became somewhat of a regular occurrence, and you couldn’t say you hated it.
Description: The reader is insecure about her body, she's at the pool and some girls decide to make her feel worse and Billy is there to help in the aftermath.
Warnings: Swearing, hints that the reader is a virgin, angst, fluff, soft Billy, insecurities such as stretch marks and scarring from eczema, she/her pronouns, mean girls
Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of View
Word Count: 1,920
First Person's POV
I had my cover-up over my bikini, I didn't like swimming around lots of people, and I didn't like being stared at in judgement by the mums and the teens who either judged or hunted for a bang. I sat on the edge of the pool where there weren't many people, swaying my feet in the water, ignoring the laughs of the children and the scolds of the mothers. It was too hot, and the concrete was burning my skin but it was better than needing to swim around in the water with everyone pushed up against each other like it was some teen party. I also wasn't comfortable with my body, so having to be around all these people did not make me happy. The lifeguards had recently swapped, so it was no longer Heather on the job but 'bad boy' Hargrove.
Obviously, the mothers checked him out, usually, he'd give them a flirtatious reply but he only gave them a devilish smile. His eyes were solely focused on me and I didn't like that. I've never seen him so dedicated to someone, especially someone that was like me. Billy crouched down beside me and hummed slightly, I glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, the back of my legs becoming numb due to the burning sensation.
"Hey, there, why aren't you in the pool? Doll?"
"I just don't want to be," I whispered, freezing as I felt his fingertips graze across my arm, his sunglasses fell off his eyes and a chuckle escaped his lips. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he rested a hand on my back and gave me a peculiar look.
"I think there's a different reason." He whispered, ignoring the girls that swum up closer to him, pushing up their breasts in the hope that it would get his attention. Billy was too focused on me for now, no one was walking around and little kids were being held up by their parents.
"It's nothing to worry about," I promised, the boy scoffed slightly and he sat down beside me, I glanced back at him to see what he wanted to know.
"I'll be sitting in that stand, I want you to tell me when you're ready."
"Okay, Billy," I whispered, smiling slightly as he squeezed my shoulder before he left, I kicked my feet in the water softly humming gently and laughing to myself as Billy yelled at some kid. He seemed perfectly content with himself as he sat in the stand and eyed everyone. Billy's lips curled into a friendly smile as he realised I was looking at him, I blushed slightly as I watched him chuckle to himself as he caught onto my reaction. Billy and I had a very strong friendship, he wasn't the asshole he was with everyone else and he relied on me and I could rely on him. I pushed myself off the concrete, politely excusing myself as I pushed through the crowds of people.
I walked into the girl's locker rooms, reapplied my sunscreen and I stared at myself in the mirror, my upper arms and back were covered in scars from scratching due to eczema and I didn't like people picking it. Because they did, then there were stretch marks on my hips and thighs. I liked swimming, but I hated being so exposed to heartless people. I stared at the girls that walked in, each of them giving me a bitchy snarl, I went to walk out but they blocked the entrance and gave each other evil smirks.
"Look at her, what the fuck is that on your back!"
"Ewww! It's on her arms as well." I stared at one as she took my cover-up and then lit it with a lighter. I glared at the girl, not making any move to get it back.
"Are those tears?" The giggling emerged from their lips, and then a girl walked closer and stared at my legs.
"Stretch marks as well, please, it's like you're asking to never be fucked."
"But still, she's a prude, they have wants and needs. But what guy is going to want to touch this? This body of vile, a body that will be a fuck and leave."
"Come on, you're gonna have to spread those legs soon, we better spread the memo to the guys to take a blindfold for when they fuck. I mean if you look at the facts, we're all a piece to look at and then there's you. The ugliest girl in Hawkins, no fucking way will you be with someone who wants to look at your body while you're doing it. The ugliest girl is here, before us, crying and revealing an untouchable body." I pushed past the girls, speed walking to get my bag, this was why I wouldn't be seen often at the pool, my insecurities were picked up on and it made me feel like shit.
My eyes were blurry due to my tears, I crashed into someone, which caused a gasp to escape my lips as I felt my feet slip from underneath me. Whoever I crashed grabbed onto me before I slipped, holding onto me tightly by my wrists. I stared at the person in shock, my lip quivering as I felt my emotions take control and stared at Billy in embarrassment.
"Darling, what happened? Who hurt you?" He immediately asked once he saw my face, I shook my head, pushing away from him and gathered my items.
"Y/N" He whispered gently, taking my hand before I could walk away, I didn't like crying in front of people and I didn't like that people were staring at me.
"Billy, it's fine, don't worry," I begged, pleading with my eyes, he nodded cautiously and slowly let go of my arm. I pushed past him, walking past people as they moved in odd patterns of standing in my way. A scream escaped my mouth as I was pushed into the pool, and my arm scraped across the concrete as I landed in the water. I gasped as I broke the service, unable to touch the ground, my shoulders and above poking out. I was short, so I couldn't be in the deep end of a pool. Billy jumped in almost instantly, holding onto me as I caught my breath from my little freakout.
"Shh, I got you, just wait by the bathroom, I'll be there in a second." He whispered into my ear, rubbing my back gently, I nodded and used his help to get out of the pool. I ignored everyone and walked over to where he said. I jumped as I heard him yell at the teens, getting up close to them all in a threatening way. Billy told Heather to keep watch as he walked over to me, holding my things in his arms, he took my hand and led me to the men's locker room and shouted to the open space.
"Hey! Everyone out, get the fuck out now!" He shouted, scaring everyone into a scrambling mess. After everyone got out, he placed a sign at the front of the entrance to say the bathrooms were closed and then sat down by me. He threw a clean towel over my shoulders, drying my face with it as he rested the towel on my shoulders and gave a small grin.
"Thanks, Billy," I whispered, longing for his touch as he let go of my hand. He walked to the wall, took the first-aid kit down and sat back with me. He started treating the wound, making sure to be careful as he cleaned and dealt with the blood.
"What happened? Who's made you cry?" I frowned at his question, he cupped my face in his hands and gave me a gentle smile.
"Just some girls, they played on my insecurities and shit. Telling me I'm ugly, that my scars and stretch marks are hideous and that no guy would want to be with me or fuck me and if they did, they shouldn't look at me while we did it. That I should just hurry up and spread my legs, so I'm not a prude anymore and that I'm a 'fuck and leave' kind of her girl." I whispered to him, sniffling as I tried to hold my emotions back once more. Billy pulled me into his chest, hugging me in a tight yet soft way. I blushed slightly as Billy kissed my forehead and then looked into my eyes.
"Well, those bitches don't know what they're talking about. You, darling, are perfect. You have a gorgeous body more girls should be happy with having a body like yours. You are not a 'fuck and leave' kind of girl. I think any guy would be lucky to have you and I promise you, I will hurt anyone and everyone who makes you feel this way. Y/N I really hope that whoever is your first, treats you right, these insecurities of yours, they're nothing to be insecure about, they're sexy…" I giggled at his last words, hugging Billy once again and blushed as he continued to whisper in my ear.
"They show that you're real, that you went through a cycle of life, Y/N please don't believe anything these people say, they are not true. You are infinitely perfect, I will always believe that and I hope you will too." Billy dried my tears, giving me a reassuring smile and then took my hands, pulling me up as he went to his locker. He handed me a set of my clothes, I looked at him confused, then smiled at his words.
"I got Heather to get your things from your locker, you can put your wet things in mine until they dry." I hugged Billy again, relaxing with the idea of having Billy at my side.
"Thank you, Billy," I whispered, he chuckled, nodding and pointed somewhere for me to change. I dried off, changing my clothes, being careful around the large bandaid that Billy placed on the obnoxious graze. I carried my items back to Billy, he smiled at me and placed my things in it.
"I want to take you on a date." I heard him whisper, as he turned back around to face me, I grinned at his words and nodded a little stunned, to say the least, Billy grinned happily, picked me up and spun me around. Billy took a hair tie off my wrist once he placed me down, he quickly did my hair in a surprisingly neat plait. Billy handed me his whistle, winking at my confused look.
"Blow the whistle whenever you see a girl who said that stuff to you and I'll give them a permanent band from here."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Always."
And so, as we walked out, I pointed out every girl who made me feel shitty today and Billy gave them a permanent band for the pool. He even let me sit in his lifeguard chair, as he stood at the base to keep watch over everybody. Billy spoke with me about the date he already had planned, clearly leaving out some details for a surprise.
“Oh.” Billy voices as soon as the door is pushed open. It’s endearing just how quiet he sounds.
It’s definitely a sight Billy has seen before, but not as sweet and as cuddly as this. His boyfriends hair is an absolute mess, all soft and fluffy and covering his pale skin, fresh foiled highlights lightening further under the warmth of the sun. It seems like the knocking Billy had created had only just now awoken him, the sleepy flutter of his eyes a small giveaway.
Steve’s cropped pyjama shirt hangs loosely around his limbs, covering over his small hands and holding by his thumbs as he stretches an arm up, using the other to wipe the sleep from his eyes. “Hi Bills.” He yawns, a small squeak following, but Billy is far too focused on the other males attire to hear Steve speak, his eyes doe wide and mouth agape just the slightest.
Matching shorts hug Steve’s waist, heightening against his thighs in an upward motion to show off the smallest amount of the warm skin of his butt, curved and fucking adorable. Billy can’t help but gawk at the sight, every ounce of confidence washing clean from his body, unable to mutter a single word.
“Billy..” the softness, the shyness, of Steve’s voice snaps Billy back to reality and he catches his boyfriends gaze, frowning. Steve’s head turns downward in an instant, kicking his foot and rubbing his arm. “Why.. why are you looking at me like that?”
Billy can’t seem to speak. Just continues watching the sight in front of him, his heart racing and chest fluttering with butterflies. Because Steve, beautiful, sweet, caring Steve was his. Was Billy’s. His and only his. And fuck, was he lucky.
“Fuck..” whispers Billy, blinking and licking his lips. Steve lifts his head. “You’re so beautiful.”
Chocolate button eyes widen, and Steve makes a soft whine like sound as a blush paints his cheeks a dark red, the tips of his ears colouring. “Billy, don’t say stuff like that.” Steve mumbles, ducking his head down.
“Don’t hide that face from me, pretty boy.” Billy presses a finger underneath Steve’s chin and lifts ever so slightly, smiling as his boy looks back up at him with bright eyes and even brighter cheeks. “God, you look sweet enough to eat.”
That same whine escapes from Steve’s throat and he hides his face in Billy’s chest, forcing a sound of shock from Billy’s lips. Even after all of this time, Steve was still that same, shy person who melted at Billy’s every word. Fuck. Billy thinks to himself, pressing a kiss to Steve’s head of hair. I love him so much.
“Did you just wake up?” Billy asks, reaching a hand down and pinching the bare skin of Steve’s butt just to make him squirm. “These shorts are cute.”
Steve squeaks, and pulls away, hitting Billy’s chest lightly as he laughs. “Yes.” Blushes Steve. “Robin helped me pick them out..”
Billy grins, he can’t help it. He wasn’t usually one to so easily, but since Steve, since Steve showed him what love was supposed to feel like, Billy found himself smiling and grinning any second of the day just at the sound of his boyfriends voice.
He can feel Steves wide eyes on him, then, just watching him as he laughs and grins, so fucking happy, so easily, his mouth falling open with a soft gasp as it did every time. “You’re so pretty.” Steve says, before he is blushing and hiding his face back in Billy’s chest. “Fuck- sorry- shit-“
“God, you’re adorable.” Billy chuckles, rocking them side to side. “Who knew Steve Harrington would be this much of a blushing mess?”
“Shut up.”
Billy only laughs harder.
“Are you going to come inside, or are you just gonna keep making fun of me?” Steve mumbles as he pulls away from the warm embrace, pouting as Billy ruffles his already messy hair. “Oi!”
Billy walks inside of the house without a word, snickering as Steve chases after him with soft mutters, throwing his arms around the taller males waist. “You’re a bully, Billy Hargrove.”
“And you’re still dating me, Steve Harrington.” Billy chirps back, slipping around and cupping Steve’s cheeks, placing the softest of kisses against his lips. He feels Steve melt into the kiss, his arms dropping from around Billy’s waist and coming up to hold his wrists, sighing happily.
Steve pulls away, and Billy surges for more, but the other male holds up his finger. “Kisses after coffee.”
Billy groans.
Smiling, Steve makes his way into the kitchen, flicking on the jug and getting out two cups. Billy follows after him like a lost puppy, taking a seat at the counter and watching as Steve makes them a coffee and some food, swaying his hips as he does so.
“You know,” Says Billy, catching Steve’s attention. “You should wear that more often.”
“Shut up.” Steve fires back, pouting and throwing a piece of bread at Billy’s face, but can’t seem to hide the smile the words tug at the corners of his lips.
Billy holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, I’d happily watch you do quite literally anything if you wore that. You look.. too good to be true.”
Steve doesn’t say a word, but Billy knows what he was thinking. He doesn’t even have to look at Steve’s face to know. He just did.
“You’re beautiful, Harrington.” He breathes, sliding off of his seat and placing his hands on Steve’s hips, pressing his chest against his back and holding him close. Steve shivers. “Sweet as sugar.”
“Billy..” Steve warns, but his voice cracks with soft desire.
Billy smiles against his neck. “I want to kiss every part of you, show you just how beautiful you are.”
Dropping the spoon into the sink, Steve discards the cups of coffees and surges into Billys space, kissing his lips with a new sense of desperation. Billy falls into it with ease, holding Steve closer and closer until no space could be found between their bodies, his hands roaming underneath the striped shirt hanging from Steve’s shoulders. “Please.” Steve breathes between their lips, before closing the space once more, whining into Billy’s mouth. “Please do.”
And Billy does. Carries Steve all the way to his bedroom, lays him down on his bed and kisses every single inch of skin that he could. It wasn’t sexual, it wasn’t heavy breaths and moans for more. It was soft. Sensual. Full of love and stuttering words, Steve’s chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes fluttered closed as he takes in every kiss, every soft mumble of “beautiful. So fucking beautiful, my love.”
Warnings: omegaverse, a/b/o, alpha billy, omega steve, soft af billy hargrove, possessive steve, possessive omega, sweet alpha, bonding/mating collars, bonding bites, mature only because these boys have potty mouths and always are dtf (like Steve tries I think 3 seperate times to get into Billy's pants???)
Summary:
Unfortunately, omegas don't have the ability to mark their alpha as their own. Mating bites left by an alpha will remain on an omega's skin for the rest of their lives, but no such thing exists in the opposite format. Steve is constantly disheartened by the fact the mating bites he leaves on Billy always heal within a few hours. Billy, who wants nothing more than for his omega to be happy, gets the brilliant idea to take a fading tradition and turn it on its head.
Bingo: @harringroveson-bingo
Card 2, Prompt C3 - Possessive Steve
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The first time Billy listened to Killing Me Softly With His Song the world stopped turning. He was so lost in it that he didn’t almost didn’t realize it had ended. He put it on again. This time he curled into his bed wrapping his arms around his pillow tightly. He’s embarrassed by the way it makes him feel seen. He takes the words to heart. He can’t blast the song even in his own room, because it’s too soft. Neil will come into his room call him out on listening to that kind of music. It would be funny Billy thought. He has has the stereo close. It’s his little open secret that whoever he ends up liking will be softly killing him as along till he’s able to move away from Neil.
