“bill? bill, come on!” you rap on your boyfriend’s door, you foot tapping impatiently on the front porch. to fill the time, you checked the woven picnic basket hanging from your arm.
blanket? check. waters? check. sandwiches? check.
the only thing you didn’t have were napkins and you trusted bill with that because that’s a thing you just couldn’t screw up. finally, the front door opened and bill came out with his red flannel and khaki shorts.
“s-s-sorry, i w-was t-trying to c-comb m-my h-hair,” bill apologized and you couldn’t help but smile. he’s such a pure soul.
“it’s okay, bill. let’s go before we lose daylight,” you walk over to your bike and waited for bill to mount his and began to pedal to over to the quarry. once you got there, you stashed your bikes and headed over to a space over a big tree. bill helped you lay out the blanket and unpack the small amount of food you brought.
“so, how’s school?” you ask, taking a bite out of your sandwich.
“j-just th-the u-usual, k-kids t-teasing, b-b-bowers, s-s-stuttering b-bill,” bill replied in a nonchalant tone. bill always felt comfortable telling you about these things because you respected his wishes about leaving it be and comforted him about it. “how about you?”
“okay so, you know how jake and stephanie broke up yesterday, right?” bill nodded, taking a sip of his water. “well, jake started going out with stephanie’s cousin, erin! what an asshole, right?”
“y-yeah, wh-what an a-ass,” bill agreed, patting you on the shoulder.
“and then, maddie had the nerve to say it was my fault that they broke up because i ‘encouraged’ jake by throwing myself at him!” you were waving your water bottle around, splashing the water all over your surroundings. bill wanted to say something but he knew better than to interrupt your rant. “and i said, ‘uh no, i have a great boyfriend’ and ugh! can you believe that? she thought i would do that but i have you billy, i don’t need another guy and- why are you looking at me like that?”
bill couldn’t help but burst out laughing, “b-because y-you’re s-so c-cute wh-when y-you’re r-r-ranting. s-stop b-being s-so c-cute.”
you slapped bill, playfully of course, and started to laugh with him. this is why you loved bill, he makes you laugh wherever and whenever and he’s a really great listener. you scooted closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder.
“anyways, to those who kept teasing you, i will fight them. i know you don’t want me to but i will. i’ll be damned if they make you feel bad again because you bill are-” you got cut off by bill’s soft lips on yours. you started to kiss back and you gently leaned back until you were lying on the blanket and bill pulled away.
“i didn’t even get to list off why i love you,” you pouted and bill laid down next to you. “b-because i a-a-already k-know, y/n, y-you t-tell m-me e-every w-week,” he smiled at you.
“then i’ll stop if you hate it so much, gosh billy,” you retorted, your voice sarcastic but your face in a grin.
“n-no, i-i’m s-s-sorry, i d-don’t h-hate i-it,” bill shook your arm in fake mercy and you were giggling as he was doing so. “it’s why i fell in love with you.”
you rolled over on your side to pinch bill’s cheeks, “aw billy! that’s the sweetest thing i’ve heard from you!” bill pulled back his head to release his cheeks from between your fingers. bill leaned in close to you, his mouth close to your ear.
“y-y/n, g-get o-off th-the s-sandwiches,” bill whispered and your face contorted into confusion.
“y-you’re l-laying on th-the s-sandwiches,” he chortled and you rolled off and you were laying on the sandwiches. you threw one at bill and he threw it back but blessed with bad aim, the sandwich landed in the dirt.
“bill! that was a good sandwich!”
you and bill end up going to the cliff overlooking the quarry and made the great decision of taking a swim. you didn’t mind swimming, the jumping off the cliff part was the thing that got you nervous. you’re all the way up here and you jump to all the way down there? no thanks. but someway somehow, bill always got you to jump with him.
“bill, you know we can just take the long way right?” you whine, a bit scared as you look down into the waters.
“y-yeah b-but, wh-where’s y-y-your s-sense o-of a-adventure, y-y/n?” bill nudged you forward and you squealed, gripping on his arm.
“william denbrough, i will fight you.”
“c-come o-on, i-i’ll j-jump w-w-with y-you,” bill coaxed and you sighed in defeat.
“be lucky that i love you,” you grunt and peel off your dress, not wanting it to get wet. bill took off his shirt and shorts and grabbed your hand.
“r-ready?” he looked at you and before you could reply, he jumped off and pulled you along with him. you screamed your lungs out, swearing like a sailor as you plunged into the water. you swam up to the surface and saw bill laughing to himself.
“every single time we go here, you do that!” you huffed, splashing him with the water. “will it kill you to let me finish my sentence?”
“y-yes, yes i-it w-will.”
“y-your s-smart a-ass.”
“stop you’re making me blush.”
after a while, you and bill leave the quarry and pedal back to town. by the time you neared your house, the sun has almost halfway set. you get off your bike and throw it on your lawn, bill following suit.
he walked you to your door and before you opened your door, you turned around and kissed him on the cheek. “see you tomorrow, bill.”
“b-bye y-y/n,” bill beamed at you and walked towards his bike and started to pedal back home. you smiled to yourself and walked into your house.
Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.
Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)
Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
OH! And just to be clear about a few things, as i’ve mentioned (literally right below this) this is a soulmate AU. I don’t write these often so i’m not sure how they exactly work, but the way i’ve written mine is Steve and the reader aren’t just connected through the marks and bruises but almost like spiritually i guess? When they first meet, something like wells within them. And when Steve sees her with Billy, he doesn’t know why, but he almost feels a sort of jealousy and almost wanting to protect the reader. And later on in the story, you’ll see the reader a bit jealous of Steve as well. That’s because they have a connection, they just don’t know it yet.
You turned around at the sound of a voice, find none other than; “Billy.” You’d met him yesterday in your social class and because you were the new students, your teacher had paired you together. The boy had seemed nice enough when first speaking to him and he definitely didn’t know how to quit, so you weren’t all that surprised to find him by your side right before lunch.
The mullet haired boy reached your side in record time, squeezing past other students in the hallway. You felt yourself flinch from contact as Billy wound his arm around your waist and pressed you against his side. You tried to ignore the pain that grew as he hit a fresh bruise from the night before and when you glanced at him, you hoped he hadn’t noticed your flinch but you could tell by look on his face he had. “I didn’t mean to upset ya’, darlin’.” He said, staring at you with feigned worry; you just didn’t know it at the time.
“No,” you responded softly, shaking your head. “No it’s fine. I’m just… just a little bit jumpy.”
Billy nodded, as if he understood and leaned back as you both made your way through the halls. You tried to ignore the dark looks you received from other girls as you made your way to your locker. From what you’d heard at your two days in Hawkin’s High School, Billy was the new it guy, everybody wanted to be with him or be him. So the looks made sense, you just didn’t understand why Billy was so fascinated with you.
“Ignore them darlin’, they’ve got nothing on you.” You glanced over at Billy surprised, feeling your cheeks burn red in shock at his comment. As you glanced at the many girls, you didn’t completely agree with his statement. “Don’t look so shocked.”
“No, it’s just-” you said again, shaking your head. You went to say more but found yourself lost in your thoughts and instead glanced back down at the floor. “Okay.” You submitted. You sighed in relief when you reached your locker and Billy stepped away from your side to instead lean against the locker next to yours. You couldn’t help, though, feel his gaze grazing your body the entire time like a predator would look at it’s pray.
You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater, and focused your entire attention on slipping your textbooks into your locker.
“So, you hear about Tina’s party this Friday?”
How could you not? You might not be very social but that’s all you ever heard when walking in the halls. Of course, even though you’d been given a slip, you made no plan of going considering you knew your father would never allow you. Hell, if your father knew that you were speaking to a boy like Billy now… there’d be a huge price to pay. Still you nodded in response to his question, sensing where it’d lead.
“Wanna go?” It seemed Billy didn’t like to wait long when pursuing the girls he showed interest in.
You paused after that, knowing that your father would say no, you just didn’t know how to tell Billy that. “I-I’m not too sure… My father-” You were cut off by Billy’s hand reaching out and practically petting your cheek; you froze in surprise from the movement, unsure of how to react to the bold move.
You met Billy’s eyes and found yourself stuck as he smile sultry at you and leaned in closer. With his hand still on your cheek, you found yourself frozen as you found your father’s eyes in Billy’s. You felt yourself grow petrified and hating the way any man or even woman who threatened even the tiniest bit could grow control over you. It made you feel weak and pathetic, but yet you only continued to stare at Billy. “Come on, Y/N.” Billy mumbled, and you found yourself no longer able to hear the loud crowd of kids around you. “I think you’d look cute in a costume, so what do you say?”
You opened your mouth to say something but another’s cut you off; “is there a problem?”
You moved your gaze over to the newcomer and found none of than the familiar pair of brown eyes you’ve been trying to avoid. It seemed that Steve’s presence was enough to get Billy to step away from you, and soon you found the mullet-haired boy standing in front of you, blocking you slightly from Steve’s eyesight. It was then that you noticed the two girls behind Steve, one you recognized as the girl who’d helped you the day before; Nancy.
“Harrington.” Billy greeted and you could just practically hear the smirk forming on his lips. “Nope, no problem here.”
Steve glared at Billy before you found his eyes on you; “Y/N?”
You paused, shocked that he’d even considered an answer from you. Normally everyone did the talking for you, and you weren’t really allowed to speak for yourself. But before you could respond, Billy spoke up; “I said there’s no problem, Harrington. Why don’t you stay out of other people’s businesses.”
“I’m sure Y/N can answer for herself.”
Suddenly all eyes were on you, including Billy’s and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You met Billy’s gaze and saw your father, so instead of saying what you should’ve of, you mumbled; “i’m fine.”
You missed the way Steve’s gaze fell and his tense shoulder’s slumped. Pressing a hand against his chest, Billy took a step forward; “see? Everything’s fine.” Steve glanced at you one final time, and it seemed like he was going to say more before Nancy stepped up and grabbed his arm. “Steve, let’s just go.” She whispered to him and you found your eyes stuck on her hand on his arm, your brows furrowing.
Eventually Steve relented and you watched him step away from both you and Billy, now gripping Nancy’s hand. You barely noticed Billy turn back to you, until his hand softly grasped your chin, and brought your attention towards him. “So? What do you say?”
In your mind, you couldn’t help and think about the way Steve had grasped Nancy’s hand and the feeling that burned within you. Without thinking, you nodded; “sounds great.”
Friday reached sooner than you thought it would and before you knew it, it was the night of the party and you hadn’t even mentioned the idea to your father yet. You were sat in your room, and you’d just made dinner for your father. You knew he’d be in his room for the rest of the night and hopefully wouldn’t come and see you at any point, but knowing him he usually didn’t.
You stared down at your attire, the same thing you always wore and wondered why you hadn’t thought this through further. Not only now did you have to sneak out for the night, through your window, you didn’t have a costume either and you knew Billy would question it when he arrived. You’d even told him that day a different address then your actual house so your father wouldn’t see his headlights.
You’d never snuck out before and honestly you were greatly questioning your decision to say yes. You didn’t really have a decision, thinking about it now,but the thought of sneaking out, and not being there if your father was to come into your room greatly scared you. You’d never hear the end of it or never feel the end of it if he were to catch you, especially if he found out a boy came to pick you up.
You bounced your knee in spot from your position on your bed, glancing at the time every few minutes. You were suppose to meet Billy outside your neighbours house at six thirty and it was now six twenty-five, meaning you should probably start heading out. Ignoring the feeling that welled within your stomach, you slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door and glanced out into the hallway. Where, thankfully, you could see the lights from the tv in your father’s bedroom flashing, meaning he was distracted.
You took one final deep breath, closing the door quietly behind you and heading to the window. You slid open your window, ignoring the fear that welled within you and stepped out onto the the roof. You crawled on top, closing the window just before it fully shut and begun crawling out to the edge of the roof. Carefully you swung your body out so you hung by the roof and dropped onto the grass in front of your house. Once you were safe on solid ground, you gazed up into your bedroom to see if the light had turned on or any indication that your father had noticed you leaving, and sighed out in relief when you saw nothing.
Nodding to yourself, you faintly let a smile slip over your lips at the fact that you’d managed to sneak out and not get caught; yet. Making your way through your tiny front yard, you stopped in front of your neighbours just as Billy’s car appeared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring the voice in the back of your head that told you this was mistake and made your way to his car.
You slipped into the passengers seat and almost immediately noticed the frown on Billy’s lips when he saw your attire. Pulling at your oversized sweater you frowned; “I don’t have a costume.”
You met Billy’s eye and watched him pause in thought for a moment, and thats when you noticed his costume. Billy wore a leather jacket with no shirt underneath the jacket, paired with black jeans. You hated to admit it and even felt ashamed, but he looked good.
“You got a shirt underneath that sweater?” Bill asked, stunning you for moment. Though, eventually you nodded. “Great. Take the sweater off.”
“The sweater.” He grinned at you, a hint of lust behind his eyes. “Take it off. I’ve got a plan.” You paused once again, unsure of what you should do. If you took off your sweater, Billy was bound to see the marks on your arms but from the look in his eyes, it seemed he was determined and wasn’t going to let you go in the clothes you wore. Sighing, you slowly pulled off your sweater, handing it to Billy as he threw it in the back and reached for something else.
All you wore underneath was white t-shirt and on your legs, you wore black jeans. Crossing your arms across your chest, you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that welled within you, and waited for Billy to get whatever he was searching for. Just then he threw a dark coloured jean jacket a top of your lap and smirked your way.
You slipped the jacket over top of yourself, it was much too big but it covered your arms and Billy never managed to see the bruises which was plus. Turning to Billy, you felt yourself smile a little as you saw his gaze.