THINKING ABOUT EDDIE MUNSON IN A SUIT WITH HIS HAIR IN A PONYTAIL !!

comfort & lovin / eddie munson

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one shot

cw: sadness, thoughts/mentions of self harm and suicide, eddie making you feel better

yeah so my depression is acting up so really i just wrote this for myself, so uh yeah. if you don't like it, simply i don't care. also, if you don't like something that someone writes then whatever, but you don't need to leave rude comments about it.

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i want to start with this (fic will begin after the cut):

when in recovery, not everyday can be a good day. this applies to many things such as addiction, healing after a surgery or accident, or dealing with trauma. just because bad days happen, doesn't mean you're not making progress.

going from looking in the mirror everyday and hating how you look to trying to love yourself was hard. and that was only a part of the struggle. because it's never just one thing, is it? yeah, maybe you hate how you look. but maybe you also hate how you think, feel, or even exist. and even though you're doing better and feeling more like a person and not a shell of one, tough days still come. and these days suck.

they suck because they pull you into a a whirlwind of thoughts ranging from am i relapsing to will i always feel this way? they suck because people around you notice that you're off. they suck because you aren't yourself those days. and when people pick up on it, they always have something to say even if it's not of their business. of course someone checking in and seeing how you're doing doesn't have any malicious intent and on most days you know that. but when person after person asks it becomes annoying and you wanna do nothing other than scream. it's okay to feel like this, because so many other people do.

you hated those days when you woke up not feeling like you. and today was one of those days. it wasn't as terrible at the beginning of the day but everything that happened just made it worse and worse.

the second you got out of bed, you felt the familiar heaviness in the center of your chest. nothing happened to make it appear, but it was there and it wanted you to know. you cursed yourself, first wondering why this had to happen because you had been doing so good. your following thoughts surrounded your boyfriend, eddie. he knew about your past struggles with your depression but he wasn't around to experience them. and you really didn't want him to find out how you were feeling today.

so, you showered and put yourself in clothes that made it seem like you were doing good and were confident in yourself. but then you looked in the mirror. your eyes watered at the sight of your thighs peeking from underneath your skirt. and the shirt you'd chosen was too tight and showing off way too many rolls. so you changed.

it was just an outfit, no one should notice anything just because you were wearing jeans and an oversized sweater. eddie met you at your locker as he did every morning and you gave him a smile. but it didn't really reach your eyes.

eddie would be damned if he didn't catch every little thing wrong with you. he devoted most of his time to staring at you and studying our face, therefore he knew what expressions were genuine and which were not. "what's wrong, babydoll?" he asked, concern taking over his features.

were you really that bad at faking it? "nothing, babe. just didn't get much sleep," you shrug, lying to him. you give him a quick kiss and he knows better than to push just yet. because maybe you really were just tired, he'd have to wait until later to find out.

then in second period, robin wouldn't stop bothering you over what was up no matter how many times you dismissed her. you ended up excusing yourself to the bathroom to cry in frustration at yourself. you hated when people asked about you because it meant you were inconveniencing them. you were making it so obvious that you weren't okay that you were disrupting others and it made you angry with yourself.

your mind continued to spiral without your permission and you lost control during lunch.

"y/n, you doing okay?" dustin asked from his seat across from you. you glanced up from your lunch that you weren't eating and noticed the groups eyes were on you.

you scanned everyone, eyes catching on eddie's concerned ones. "yeah, i'm fine. thanks though, dusty," you replied with a fake smile.

the table wasn't buying it. "you sure? you look pretty... not okay today?" mike wheeler pushed and you let out a small breath. were you that hard at hiding your feelings that little freshmen were noticing? god, how emotionally fucked could you be?

you chewed on the bottom of your lip as you nodded. "yep, just uh... stomach problems," you shrugged, trying to pass it off. eddie's eyes narrowed, he could see right through your lies.

"i thought you said you were tired. i didn't know you were feeling sick," eddie said with compassion, reaching out to rest his hand on your arm.

you sucked your lips into your mouth, cursing yourself for not sticking with one lie. "well, it's a bit of both, i guess. this morning i was more tired, now my stomach hurts more," you explain, trying to end the conversation.

gareth leans over to look at you from his place on the other side of jeff. "you sure? you know you can tell us if you're sad or something," he says, concern written on his features.

"i'm fine," you mutter, looking back down at your food.

jeff nudges you slightly to get you to look up. "we can tell somethings wrong," he says, trying to get you to open up.

you huffed, feeling your emotions start to go wild. would you scream or would you cry first? "i said i'm fine," you spoke lowly, causing everyone to look at you.

"y/n," eddie says, grabbing your attention from the rest.

"what?" you snap, watching eddie recoil before his mind starts turning.

he knew something was upsetting you for sure now. "let's go talk," he said in a softer tone, nodding towards the hallway.

you knew he was trying to be a good boyfriend and trying to make sure you were okay but it sucked when you didn't want to seem like you were upset. especially when you couldn't explain what was wrong. "i don't need to talk. i'm. fine." you say angrily, nostrils flared.

eddie felt a pang in his heart. why wouldn't you talk to him? in true eddie fashion, he wasn't going to give up on this. "don't lie to me. c'mon, just for a minute," he suggests, trying to grab your hand.

stupidly, you yank it away. "no, we don't need to. i'm fine, everything is fine," you say, voice raising.

"y/n, everyone can tell you're not fine," dustin speaks causing you to glare at him. you grunt in annoyance, shoving your tray away from you and standing up.

"can't you guys just fuck off?" you retort before turning and speed walking your way towards the bathrooms.

everyone watched you leave as eddie closed his eyes. what the fuck was going on? "shit," he mumbles before pushing up and running after you. "y/n- hey! y/n, just slow down," he calls after you, pushing past other students.

you only speed up as you feel the tears threaten to spill from your eyes. you ruined everyone's lunch. fuck, why couldn't you just be normal? now, they're all going to think you're dramatic and a bitch. maybe you were, maybe it's a good thing you did that because they'd finally realize they needed to get rid of you.

eddie wasn't able to reach you before you had bolted into the girls bathroom and he cursed. he sat there for a moment, fist on his forehead as he debated what he was about to do. fuck a detention, you were more than likely crying in there. "jesus h christ the things i'd do for you," he muttered to himself before slowly pushing the door open. "uh, if anyone else is in there uh... say something?" he said, shaking his head at himself and squeezing his eyes shut.

"eddie, please go away," you spoke from inside. he waited a moment for another voice but heard none. he slipped inside, glancing around carefully before sighing in relief that it was only you.

he walked up to the closed stall and pursed his lips before knocking on it. "open up?" he questioned playfully. normally, you would've laughed.

"i don't want to talk," you say, holding back from sobbing.

eddie frowns, looking down to his hands. "baby, i just want to know what's wrong," he says carefully.

you close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the stall door as tears leak from the corners of your eyes. "i'm okay, there's nothing wrong," you state, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

a sigh leaves eddie's lips as he thinks. "i know there is, y/n. you don't have to hide from me," he speaks carefully.

"i'm fine," you croak and eddie can tell now that you're crying.

he feels another pang hit him right in the heart and he wishes he could break down this door so he could hold you. "baby... you're crying," he says and you sniffle. "is it something i did? is that why you don't want to talk?" he asks, wondering if he should go find robin or shit even max to come in instead.

"no, oh god, no eddie, you didn't do anything," you say wiping tears away from your face. how shitty were you? making your boyfriend feel like he did something wrong when he'd done nothing but be perfect.

"then, please... tell me what's bothering you," he begs, hating that he couldn't help you.

you whimper, shaking your head. this was too much to deal with in the middle of the school day. "no, i-i can't," you shakily admit.

eddie closes his eyes, resting against the door. "why?" he asks, his own voice going a little hoarse. were you hiding something?

you let out a small sob before taking a few deep breaths. "not here, not at school. i-it's too much," you say honestly.

"so then you're gonna come home with me after," eddie says, not resting until he finds out.

you let out a sigh and then nod before remembering he can't see you. "okay," you whisper. "um, go back to lunch. i'm just gonna calm down and i'll meet you at your van after classes," you say after a moment.

"baby, i don't want to leave you when you're upset," he hums, twisting his ring.

you shake your head and let out a frustrated sigh. "please, all i'm gonna do is wait for my face to not be all red. plus this is the girls restroom," you add.

eddie scoffs. "like i give a fuck."

"eddie," you beg and he just sighs.

he hates this, but he knows you're not going to let up. "fine, i love you," he says, backing away from the stall door.

"i love you too," you mumble.

the rest of the day was... rough. you ignored almost everyone which wasn't really the greatest idea. because your thoughts just made you feel even worse about yourself. more ideas that flooded your mind became all too similar to those you had almost two years ago. the more you thought, the more you missed your old habits.

you hadn't used the small box of razors in your closet since... well since you got with eddie. he knew about your scars, he knew about your past. he made you promise that you'd never do it again and you did. how would he feel when you told him you missed it? you missed the sting and the small lines of blood. you missed the distraction from the mental pain. you hated how your hands were shaking, eyeing the handheld sharpener with its blade in your pencil bag. you were weak.

by the end of your last class, you felt like maybe you would be better dead. and you hated that. you made it to eddie's van and saw it was already running. he was waiting for you. you really didn't want to ruin his day or burden him with your thoughts, but you knew he'd be hurt if you kept it from him.

you opened the door to his van which grabbed his attention. he didn't give you a smile like usual, instead eyeing you with concern. it made you want to cry. you climbed into the seat and buckled yourself, staring straight ahead. "are we gonna talk about this?" eddie asks carefully, not wanting to upset you.

your lip quivers as you shake your head no. "can we wait until we get to yours?" you whisper, not wanting your voice to break. you see eddie nod from the corner of your eye and throw the van into reverse.

"give me your hand, baby," he says softly as he pulls out of the school parking lot. you place your hand in his awaiting one hesitantly and he squeezes it. the drive is silent aside from eddie's uncharacteristically quiet metal music playing through the speakers.

you stare out the window, wiping away the few tears with the sleeve of your shirt. eddie notices, but decides not to comment on it. the two of you remain silent as you get out of the van, make your way inside, and into eddie's room.

he sits on his bed, patting the spot next to him. you sit nervously, looking down to your hands as eddie stares at you expectantly. you try to hold it in but a hiccup of a sob leaves your lips and tears begin flowing down your cheeks. you look up at eddie for a moment before falling into his chest. "oh, sweetheart," he says, voice heartbroken as he tightly wraps you in his arms. he holds you to him, resting his lips on the top of your head. his hand rubs your upper arm comfortingly as you cry into him.

"i'm sorry," you cry into his chest. eddie shushes you, rocking you slightly in his arms. you shake your head, balling your fist into his shirt and crying harder.

eddie feels a little helpless, he didn't know what to do. "you have nothing to be sorry for, you're having a bad day, it's okay. we'll talk it through, i'm not mad," he tries reassuring you but you just shake your head again.

you force yourself out of his grip and grab your backpack. you can barely see through your tears as you dig out your pencil bag and throw it on his lap. he looks at you in confusion as you bury your face in your hands. he opens your pencil bag slowly, his heart dropping into his stomach when he sees the torn apart sharpener and freed blade laying on top.

he feels like he's going to throw up as tears fill his own eyes. he drops your pencil bag, scooting over to you quickly. "baby," he whispers softly, pulling your forearms carefully to get your face out of your hands. your face is completely red and your nose is stuffed up as tears stream down, dripping off your chin. he grabs your wrist, shaking as he drags up your sleeve. he does it to both wrists as you shake your head.

"i-i didn't," you cry, watching through the tears as eddie scans your wrists. he finds that all the marks were old scars and feels a relief wash over him. "i didn't but-but i was going to, i-i'm sorry," you sob shaking your head and feeling like a failure.

eddie shakes his head and pulls you back to him. "no, no, sweetheart. don't apologize. you didn't, right? that's what matters, you didn't. you're still strong, baby, you're still strong," he coos, his fingers tangling in your hair as he presses you to his chest.

you wrap your arms around him as tightly as you can. "i'm sorry for being snappy, i just didn't want you to know," you whimper into his chest.

"why not?" he asks carefully, rubbing your back.

you sniffle, squeezing your eyes shut. "i didn't want you to be disappointed in me," you admit.

eddie pulls you back to look into your eyes. "now, babydoll, why would i be disappointed?" he asks, using one hand to wipe away your tears.

"because i-i'm having all these thoughts again," you admit. eddie frowns, knowing what you meant by 'all these thoughts.'

he shakes his head, a tear traveling down his own cheek. "you think you aren't allowed bad days, y/n? sometimes things are gonna be hard and that's okay. i want you to tell me when you're having trouble because i want to be here and help you," he explains.

you hiccup, eyes full of sadness. "i don't want to be a bother," you whisper.

eddie feels his own lip quiver at your words. he leans forward, placing a kiss on your lips before resting his forehead to yours. "you will never be a bother to me. i love you, baby," he says and you feel more tears fall from your eyes.

"m'love you too," you mumble through your tears. eddie sighs, grabbing you and hauling the two of you towards the top of his bed. you lay on your sides, facing each other with your arms wrapped around one another. eddie holds you as close to him as he possibly can and kisses your head.

"you want me to sing to you?" he asks quietly, knowing how much you loved it. you nodded, pressing yourself as far into him as possible. he softly starts singing i love you by the climax blues band as he knows its one of your favorites.

and that's how you spend the rest of your day, getting reassurances from your wonderful boyfriend as he tries to make you feel like yourself once again.

Mr. Miller’s House 

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)      

word count: 7.6k  requested: yes  summary: “Joel was a mean, mean man. and you eat it up like a woman starved for months.” warnings: mentions of food/eating, drinking alcohol, age gap (unspecified), Jackson era, Ellie gets a splinter, Joel is honestly rude to Ellie in this and reader is judgy about Joel’s parenting practices lol. but really,  this is just filthy smut (PiV, unprotected), dirty talk, sir kink, use of the word slut a LOT, one use of the word bitch, humiliation/degradation, hints of masochism, choking, exhibitionism, public smut, rough sex, dom!Joel, mean joel, lots of fighting/anger, cumplay, dirty talk, ass spanking, pussy spanking, mentions of blood (reader gets scraped knees), throat/facefucking, rough oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms. lmk if i missed any please lmfao

notes: okay jesus fucking christ!!! i wrote this so fasst lol but it was fun and highly requested. hope yall like it.  as always reblogs/asks/comments are always great motivations :’) this is not reread because as i have said before im lazy and INSANE! 

[this is a sequel to Mr Miller.       other Joel fics:     fever       landmines  ]

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Gentle With Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal penetration, safe sex, mentions of blood, first time, deflowering, loss of virginity, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count:  7,908 (sorry, this got super long!)

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Steve with reader who has a cold, just generic full on fluff with helping her have a warm bath, nothing spicy just domestic? :) <3 ly always

18+ for general nudity theres NOT smut/ any graphic descriptions, pure fluff! thank you for your request doting steve is the best! ly anon 1k wc

"Oh, gross. What the fuck's happening in here?” Steve asks, bursting through your bedroom door like a maniac. 

You flinch awake, a wave of used up tissues falling off of your chest. "Steve?" you ask, though your nose is so plugged up that it comes out like, "Steeb?" 

"I think my nose just started running, it's like the air is eighty percent vapor rub." 

You pull your bed sheets over your face to hide from your boyfriend for about five seconds before the air gets too hot and you have to pull it down to just under your lips. 

His eyes soften when he gets a good look at you. "Shit, you don't look good." 

He strides straight to your window and throws it open and then to your side, tugging the sweat-damp sheets off of your tired body. 

"I told you I was sick." 

He sits by your knees, hands landing familiarly over your struggling chest. He spreads his hand, feels the clammy material with a frown. The smoothing of his hand over your skin is nice. 

"You said sick, not dying." 

"You're so dramatic," you complain weakly, your voice thick. 

He pats your chest once. "Alright bub, up we come," he says, arms slipping under your back. 

You moan as he pulls you up and in, his chin pushing over the dip of your shoulder in a hug. He rubs your back. You wish you could breathe through your nose if only to smell his scents, his bergamot and cedarwood, his hairspray and his skin. 

"Steve, I'll make you sick." 

"Sacrifices."

You're sweaty and too-hot, you smell sick and you look worse and Steve absolutely doesn't care, his skin on yours unflinching.

"I think," Steve says under his breath, pulling back to look down at your feeble hunch, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead, "that you need a bath." 

"I'm too tired." 

"I'll help you out, yeah? I'm, like, your personal hot male nurse." 

You wrinkle your nose at him and the skin around your nostrils feels tight and dry. You wince, wanting to fall into his arms and never get back up again. Steve has other ideas, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you into the bathroom. He shuts the toilet lid and sits you down gently.

"I don't want to be naked right now, I'm disgusting," you complain though you don’t really mind, content for him to do as he pleases. You're just happy he’s here. 

"You've never been disgusting a day in your life. Icky, maybe. Slimy. Pretty underneath all the dirt, though, babe," Steve says as he turns on the faucet. 

He sticks his hand under the stream until he's happy with the temperature and then pulls out a clean towel, tucking it over the towel rack and turning to you, smiling his pretty smile that always manages to calm you down. 

You look up at him, breathing through your mouth, head heavy as a bowling ball. He rubs your shoulders lightly.

"Stevie…" 

"I know. You're alright. Look, let's get this off you," he says, hands at the hem of your shirt. He helps you undress and encourages you to hang onto his waist as you step out of your pants, his hands waiting to catch you as you climb into the bathtub. It's not necessary – you're not dizzy, only aching and weak – but it makes you happy that he cares that much. 

You feel better as the water rises, legs crossed and pulled up to your chest in an effort to maintain some dignity though it really couldn't matter less, your boyfriend having seen and loved on almost every part of you by this point. Steve sits on the lip of the tub with his arms crossed, only moving to reach out and rub the top of your back with the heel of his palm when you cough. 

"The steam will clear you out, get you breathing easy again in no time," he promises. 

You turn to him, bringing your hands from the water. They get the hip of his trousers regretfully wet as you grip the side of the bath and drop your head into his lap. 

Steve heaves a sympathetic sigh and hugs you best he can in your positions. You're so tired and being this sick is miserable but his company, his care and his touch are all invaluable. You melt in his arms, quickly close to dozing. 

"Don't fall asleep," he croons jokingly, "I haven't given you your sponge bath." 

"You little freak," you murmur. He bursts into laughter, his chuckles rocking you and making the water around you ebb and wave. You feel like laughing too for the first time in at least a few days. 

"Sorry I couldn't come see you sooner. I mean, I would've made it happen if I'd known you were this sick, I swear," he says.

"It's okay. I know you would've. I've only been this bad since last night." 

"You could've called me." 

"You worked overtime, I wouldn't do that to you." 

"Do what? Let me take care of you? Shocker, loser, I want to do that. I wanna take care of you all the time." 

You grumble into his lap and he mimics the sound fondly, rubbing the edge of your hairline, pushing against it. 

"You want me to wash your hair, babygirl?" Made warm with affection his words come out quiet, like his lips aren't fully parted. 

"Please?" you whisper. 

He guides your head from his lap and strokes your face before giving you a good pat on the cheek. "I'm gonna have you clean as a whistle in no time," he says with pride. He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Then I'm changing your gross sheets. You couldn't pay me to cuddle on those bad boys. There's, like, an eighth grade science experiment happening in there." 

"Bet I could persuade you," you say, not believing it yourself. 

"You definitely could. Dunk your head, I wanna wash your hair before the water gets cold." 

real conversations between me and my therapist, regarding ST

me: [therapist name], i don't know if it's the mental illness or what, but i would've gone with 001...

therapist: yeah, that's a daddy issue thing

me: i love eddie munson

therapist: completely understandable

me: no... you don't understand. i love eddie munson.

therapist: [long pause]

therapist: is he your new hyperfixation?

therapist, talking about nancy after she hugged jonathan and ignored steve in one of those ending scenes: this is why they should've killed you nancy, because you're always making stupid decisions!

this is the funniest thing i’ve seen on snl in a while

warnings: NSFW!!

thinking about how eddie munson would give you the most back-arching, toe-curling head. and he'd get so pussydrunk while doing it, too. he'd be in between your legs for hours until one of you decides to tap out.

the holy trinity.

summary: just a blurb about robin taking you stargazing

i feel like robin would definitely take you stargazing. you both would be laying on a comfy blanket under a sparkling sky, just pointing out the brightest ones, and you would instinctively hold her hand. and the only thing grounding you to the earth is robin's thumb caressing the back of your hand.

Your Beautiful Locks~ B.H

Tags : @pleasantlycrazyworld @tlclick73 @bookshelf-dust @eddiesdruid @moonchildquinn @ceriseheaven

@bookshelf-dust asked:

since you wanted billy thoughts…

billy brushing your hair for you when you’re too tired. billy learning to braid your hair. billy giving you head scratches often when he figures out you like them.

something for you to think about <33

Author's Note : I wanted to turn this into a one shot, I fell in love with the way I wrote Billy in this one. Also, Sav has long locks therefore I got so inspired by her hair in this one.

He watched as you walked into the classroom, your hair flowing down your back and some to the front and he almost gasped seeing how beautiful it was.

He never in his life saw how beautiful hair can look on a person. You dropped down into the seat in front of him and leaned forward letting the light from the window hit your hair showing how shiny it was and he could smell the sweet scent from you.

You smelled really good or was it the hair? He nibbled on the end of his pencil as he examined your hair wondering what it would feel like if he ran his fingers through your hair.

You knew who he was as he strutted around the school with Tommy H and Carol by his side like two lost puppies. Every girl wanted a piece of him and every guy wanted to be like him. 

Billy Hargrove. 

You weren’t really bothered that he was the new boy toy of Hawkins High.

You knew very little about him and yet you barely showed any interest since he came into the school. Billy had noticed that you were close friends with Steve Harrington.

What did you see in him? He took notice the way you would laugh at Steve’s jokes and have Steve walk you to class.

His eyes followed your every movement in the hallway and when he was waiting for Max, his step sister in the parking lot. 

You leaned back into your seat letting your hair hide behind the chair with some strands in the front that Billy knew for sure you were playing with as you focused on reading the text in the textbook in front of you. 

He reached out with his hand. His fingertip mere inches away from your hair as he debated whether to pull it or not.

A smirk reaches his lips as he follows through with a yank on your hair. Your head bounces back with pain as you turned around, glaring at the culprit to find a smirking Billy Hargrove staring at you. 

“ What?” You spatted gripping the back of your hair, rubbing it from the pain. 

“ What are you reading?” He asks, leaning closer causing your eyes to widen and breath hitches as his scent hits your nose. He was too close for you comfort and he knew that. He knew you were a shy little one and he liked that about you. 

“ Class work” you answered him as you pointed with your finger to the open text book. His eyes fall onto the text and scrunches up his nose.

“ That’s so boring” he says as he sits back down and slouches in his seat. The pencil in his hands taps on the desk. 

“ Is that all?” You asked, waiting to see what he really wanted. He shrugs in an answer, not really giving you much. You huffed turning back around in your seat to focus what the teacher was writing on the board. 

You felt eyes on the back of your head knowing that Billy’s the one watching you.

He frowns when you take your hair and put it around you shoulder giving him no longer access to stared at your beautiful hair or reach out to touch it.

The bell rang causing Billy to blink his eyes as he watched you stand up from your seat and take your books in your hands. He watches as your hair returns to flow down your back and his mind wondered what it would be like if he gripped on it while taking you from behind. 

He stood up to follow you out the door of the classroom in hopes to catching up with you when he notices sight of Steve waiting for you. He grumbles underneath his breath and catches Steve’s eyes. 

“ Hargrove” Steve greets him. 

“ Harrington” you were surprised to see Billy behind you, he usually stayed a bit later in the class taking his time like always. 

Your eyes lock with Billy as he looks over at you, with a slight smirk he reaches over to brushes your hair away from your face. The one strand that seemed to get in your face. 

“ Oh thanks” your cheeks hinted red feeling his finger tips brush your hair aside.

Billy nodded as he walked away. That was the first time Billy was sorta nice to you in his own way. 

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Billy frowned when he caught sight of your hair this time in a long braid and some strands were hanging on the side of your face. It’s been a long day.

He could tell from the look on your face that you have had a day where you looked exhausted. It must been the studying you’ve been doing for the upcoming exams you had. 

“ You okay?” He asked, his voice filling with concern as he sat by at lunch. You were taking out your lunch when you heard the sound of his voice.

Your head turned meeting those blue eyes of his and those curls that were in perfect form surrounding his face. 

You looked around thinking he was talking to someone else but when you find out that’s it’s you he’s talking to, you are confused. Why all of sudden Billy Hargrove show’s he cares? 

“ Are you talking about me?” You asked, just to make sure he’s talking to you and not someone else that passed by or something. He nods his head with a small chuckle. 

“ I’m fine” you answer him, showing him one of those fakes smiles that he knows is not real. You can’t fool him, he knows how its like to muster up a fake happiness or something to make it look like you were okay. 

“ What’s bothering you?” He sits besides you, facing you with one hand supporting his head as his tries to catch your eye.

Your eyes stay on the chipped table with your lunch unpacked as you try to find an answer for him then what he has heard already from you. You weren’t really sure why Billy out of everyone was concerned for you. 

“ Just some exams” he nods and lays his other hand on your thigh. The heat from his palm spreads through you causing your cheeks to redden and eyes falling on his hand. It was big and his touch made you feel different. 

“ You’re really smart. You’ll ace them” he says. “ Nothing to worry about, you’re a nerd. Nerds always get good grades” he shrugs. 

You turned your head finally to meet his gaze which caused happiness through him but he didn’t show it as he simply rose his hand and put some of your hair behind your ear. 

The feeling made your breath hitch as his fingertip brush against your cheeks. His fingers linger over your cheeks expecting you to pull away from his touch. But you don’t. His knuckles brush against the side of your cheeks feeling the softness of your skin.

Now, if anyone looked over to watch you two, it looked like the two of you were dating. But you weren’t.

Billy seems to like your company and likes being near you. You can tell from the look on his face and the softness in his eyes. 

From across the table Carol smacked her gum as she eyed Billy and your moment that you two were having and she had the look of disgust on her face.

Why was Billy around a nerd? Especially you? Carol never seemed to like you in the first place because you were the girl in the class that was the top student and you always knew the answer to every question. 

She scoffed as she nudged Tommy in the arm and motioned her head towards where you sat. Tommy eyes followed where she was looking and shifted in his seat when he noticed the way Billy was looking at you.

“ Looks like Hargrove got a thing for the nerd” Tommy says, with a laugh. 

“ She’s such a joke” Carol says with an eye roll. 

-

Your hair flowed in the wind as you ran around the race track for gym, you didn’t really feel like it today but the coach decided there wasn’t going to be any sort of slacking today. They were in a mood today. Carol and Tommy hanged by the fence that surrounded the track eyeing you as you ran around. 

“ Hey Y/N!” Carol called out to you. You paused running when you heard your name being called in the distance and notice that Carol was waving you over.

What did she want? Did she want you to do her homework? You slowly walked over to the fence and looked back to see if the coach was paying attention that you stopped.

They were too busy talking to someone else to notice you. You turned to look at her with a glare on your face.

“ Easy killer, we just wanna talk” Tommy says as he smirked eyeing you.

Carol smacked her gum as she walked around the fence that had the little opening and stood there with her hands on her hips. 

“ You know Billy doesn’t even like you? He’s only paying attention to you because you might be a good shag for him” she says. 

Your jaw tightens as you were ready to lay a punch on her when Tommy stepped in. 

“ Woah their killer, we just wanted to warn you. Billy doesn’t do relationship especially with nerds” He says with a shrug. 

“ You’re only going to end up crying your little poor heart out for him. He can get better, you know? Just look at you” you looked down at yourself in the gym uniform and your shoes as you look back at her. 

“ What do you want?” You spatted, having enough of this from them. You already knew Billy was out of your league and he would not go for a girl like you. 

Carol took the gum from her mouth and took the ends of your hair. 

“ Such pretty hair. Shame it has to be ruined” you were confused on what she meant by this but your eyes widen when the smack of gum latches onto your hair. 

“ Why did you do that for?!” You asked tugging your hair away from him and bringing the hair with gum for a closer look.

“ Next time, don’t flirt with Billy or next time I’ll cut your hair” Carol spatted as she walked away with a snickering Tommy by her side.

Your eyes brim with tears as you excused yourself to the coach telling him you needed to use the bathroom and rushed through the halls of the school passing by Billy who walked out of the class room.

He stopped in his tracks watching you run into the bathroom with an unhappy look on your face.

His gut told him to follow you and he walked into the bathroom hearing sniffles as you tried to get the gum out of your hair.

You were sitting on the ground with your knees to your chest and the look on your face broke Billy’s heart. 

“ What happened?” He asked as he kneeled down in front of you. You showed him the hair containing with gum.

“ Who did it?” 

Your lip quivered as you shook your head. You didn’t want to cause any trouble. 

“ I want to help” Billy says. Your sniffling stopped as you looked at him. 

“ Why are you being so nice to me?” He shrugged, hiding it really well that he was into you but he was scared. 

“ That’s not really an answer, Hargrove” 

“ Peanut Butter will get it out” he motions to the gum in your hair. “ Or ice cubes” he adds. He raises up on the floor and asks you again, “ who did it?”

He knows it could’t be you accidentally putting gum into your hair and crying your eyes out in the bathroom. 

“ Your friends” you tell him, standing up. His fist balled to his side, “ They aren’t my friends and I’ll handle it” he says through his gritted teeth. 

“ Billy it’s okay” he shook his head reaching out to wipe one of the tears that ran down your cheek. It was sweet. 

“ I’ll take care of it, take your books and go to your locker. I am taking you home” he informed you. 

Before he got a chance to walk out the door, he stopped hearing a small thank you from you causing him to smile.

He left the bathroom to find Tommy and Carol in need to talk to them. You made some excuse for the coach that you felt like throwing up and he let you get changed.

You hurried to your locker pausing as you heard, “ I’m sorry Billy!” And then what sounds like a crack and punching. You rounded the corner to look seeing Billy on top of Tommy punching his face in while Carol stared in shock with a hand on her mouth. 

“ You don’t touch her, or look at her ever again! Do you hear me?!” Billy shouted raising Tommy by his shirt and shaking him.

“ I promise!” There was blood gushing out from Tommy’s nose and you were sure that Billy had broken it.

Your backpack hung on your shoulder as you hurried outside to stand by Billy’s car.

You waited for him to emerge outside and five minutes later he did. His curls bouncing in each step as he hurried to the car. 

He wasn’t about to get detention for what he did to Tommy. He didn’t need that. Not when he wanted to get you home and making sure you were okay.

Even if it’s just gum in your hair. But he had a feeling that your hair meant more to you than anything. It was beautiful as you. 

The drive to your house was quiet as he took turns. How did he know where to go? 

“ I passed by your house a couple of time, always seeing you outside on the steps reading a book or drawing in your notebook” he says.

How could he not pass your house? He watched your hair blow in the wind every time wanting nothing more than to stop and runs his fingers through your hair. 

“ Thank you” you pointed behind you motions to the school, “ I saw what you did to Tommy” the grip on the steering wheel tightened as he nodded his head.

“ He won’t be bothering you anymore” Billy looked over and you caught the look in his eyes.

It was a look that told you that you were safe and nothing was going to harm you as long as he was around. Your hand falls onto his arm making him stiff in his seat.

He wasn’t used to someone being so gently with him and being protective over someone other than himself. 

“ Thank you” you tell him again knowing he doesn’t get to hear those words often.

There was something about him that made you feel like you needed to tell him words that he needed to hear. He stopped right before your house, parking just a few feet away and sat in the car facing forward. 

“ Do you want to come in?” You asked him, “ I can clean these off” you tapped on the knuckles of his hand. There were a few scratches on them but there was blood on them.

“ You can’t go home like that, your parents might ask questions” he stiffed at the mention of his parents. You had no idea of his home life and he liked to keep it like that. 

“ Sure” he answers as he follows you out of his car. He follows you to the front of the steps waiting for you to unlock the door. The house is empty when you stepped inside.

He wondered where your family was at. The sound of meows fills his ears as two cats walk down the steps to greet you with their heads rubbing against your heads. 

“ These are my babies, don’t be afraid” you tell Billy. The two cats notices another presence in the house and make their way over to him as they sniff around his legs and rubs against him. 

“ They like you” you watch them for a moment before Billy leaned down and reached out his hand.

One of them smelled his hand while the other reached up for some pets laying the paws on his knee. The smile lit up on Billy’s face as he reached out to pet both of them. 

“ They really must like you if they let you pet them right away” you stood there with one hand on the stairs just watching as your cats were falling in love with Billy.

He stood back as he turned to look at you. You were too lost in your thought to notice he was standing back up when his hand reached out to brush your hair away from your face.

The bloodied hand in your vision. You reached for his wrist and tug him leading him up the stairs to your room. He looked around as you went to get some first aid kit to patch him up.

He got a big scratch that seemed to be bleeding without him noticing and a wet cloth too. When you came back he was by your dresser examining the jewelry you had there in a small bowl. 

“ Some of the jewelry there was my grandmother’s, she gave it to me as a gift to remember her by” your voice caused him to jump as he remembered where he was at.

“ One of the rings there, my grandfather gave it to her when they got married. She wanted me to have it and said it looked prettier on my hand. I didn’t want to take it but she insisted.” 

“ Do you not see her anymore?” You shook your head. 

“ She’s only a phone call away and it’s really hard to go visit her this time around” you make your way over to him and lead him to your bed pushing him down. 

“ If you wanted me in bed so much, you had to just ask” he smirks making you roll your eyes.

“ Shut it, Hargrove” he laughed and you swore it was the most beautiful sound you ever heard. 

Billy watched as you cleaned him up and patched the wound that was bleeding before catching him off guard as you laid a small kiss on it. His cheeks redden as you do so. 

“ What was that for?” He asks. 

“ A kiss always makes the wound heal quicker” that was the moment that Billy was sure he was more into you than he thought he was.

You were adorable. His hand reached out poking at the gum in your hair. 

“ Let’s take care of that” He stood back up and your breathe hitched as he towered over you, eyes locked with yours. You two stood there for a moment like that before Billy took you downstairs where your cats followed you. 

“ Where is your peanut butter or ice cubes?” He looked around at the small kitchen, not really used to being the one to take care of someone. It was always he took care of himself. 

“ Cupboard or over there” you pointed over where the ice is if he chose that one.

But he chose to look into the cupboards for the peanut butter but your cats had another idea as they bounced on him for some attention.

He laughed as he reached over to pet them but he laid on the kitchen ground with your cat licking at him and purring against him. It was a picture perfect moment to capture on camera. 

You made your way over to him to join him on the ground and one of the cats made their way over to you and jumping onto you. 

“ Hi baby” you greeted them, petting them as you laid a kiss on top of their heads. Billy watched as you do, a small smile on his face as he sat up and reached for the peanut butter.

You hadn’t noticed what he was doing while you paid attention to your cats.

“ All done” he says with a paper towel in his hand as there was the gum wrapped into it.

You can see the pink color peeking through it. You set your cat down and looked down at the ends of your hair seeing the peanut butter stuck your hair together and it needs to be washed. 

“ Thank you Billy” you whispered quietly but he heard it as he tossed the paper towel out and leaned against the kitchen counter with his hands gripping the back of it as he nodded his head.

He watched as you rinse your hair in the sink with the dish soup for now since you didn’t want to go upstairs to wash it.

“ It’s going to smell like it now” your nose scrunched up making you look cute as ever. Just as Billy thought. 

“ I should go” he stood up properly and headed to the door with you hot on his tails. His hand was on the door turning around to look at you once more.

You were seeing a different side of Billy today and it was throwing you off. He always had to put up a face and now he was being soft and precious. You just wanted to hold him. 

He walked out the door and back into his car mumbling to himself that you made him so soft and he wasn’t used to this feeling. 

-

You were happily sleeping in your bed when there was a knock on your window.

Your eyebrows scrunched up together thinking it was nothing when you heard it again. Your eyes fluttered open looking into the darkness of your room until your eyes sees figure standing near your bedroom window.

You slowly sat up in bed and rub your eyes and stood up from the bed as you made your day over to the window.

You weren’t too sure who it was until you heard your name being called. It was Billy. It was really late. Why was he coming over here? 

You opened the window and stepped back , letting him inside.

He stood there with his curls not really bouncy as usual, they were distraught on his head and his eyes were casted down on the carpet dressed in jeans and a white tank top.

But it’s not what you noticed the most. It was the bruise on his cheek and the busted lip.

“ What happened?” You asked rushing him to the bed as he sat down on the edge of it.

His eyes brimmed with tears as his body shook in fear. Something or someone looked like they spooked him. You have never seen him like this. 

“ Billy?” You called out to him but he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your stomach soaking your shirt with tears. The sight of him crying breaks your heart. “ What happened?” 

He shook his head as he hugged you tighter. He wasn’t ready to tell you what happened.

He was scared what you might think of him and his home life. Instead you reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, he nuzzled his nose into your stomach holding back a moan in as he looks up at you with teary eyes. 

“ Do you want to stay here for the night?” You asked.

His searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation and he found none, he slowly nodded his head letting his hands let go of your waist. You stepped back to let him get undressed if he chose to. 

“ I have a pair of gym shorts that you can use to sleep in if you want to” 

He sniffled as he shook his head starting to unbutton his shirt. He felt your gaze on him and looked up, chuckling.

“ You like what you see?” He teased letting go off his shirt letting it hang open that you can see his chest, the necklace hanging around his neck. 

“ I do, you’re beautiful” his face turned into shock feeling his heart race at your words. No other girl has ever called him that. 

He cleared his throat as a hint of red reached his cheeks and shrugged off the shirt as he unbutton his pants, with the belt and tugged them down.

He wore simple black boxers with an elastic band in sight. He stepped out of them and picked up his clothes placing them on the chair in the corner of the room. You removed the blanket off your bed and looking back over to him. 

“ Do you want to slide in first or should I?” 

“ You first” you nodded as you slide into your bed making yourself comfy as Billy followed you and settled down next to you. You let out a yawn and buried your nose into the pillow.

Billy turned to face you as he watched your eyes fluttered close and some strands of hair fallen into your face shielding it. His hand came up and moved your hair out of your face and your eyes.

Your nose scrunched up in a cute way that Billy wanted to lean over to kiss it. 

“ Thank you” you heard him. A small smile appeared on your face as your hand reached out to grab onto his, and give it a squeeze.

“ You’re safe here” those words melted his heart as he closed his eyes, getting tired himself. 

Billy was sure he was falling in love with you. 

-

You had your notes and post cars by your side and leaning against Billy as the both of you were going over the upcoming exam you both had.

Your eyes kept fluttering and you couldn’t stop biting your lip feeling his fingers run through your hair, he has been giving you head scratches for almost an hour now.

It was his break from the studying you have been doing. He was getting the topic and he was smart knowing the answers. 

“ We’re not going to get any studying done if you keep doing that” you were holding back a moan, it was getting harder and harder as he continued.

“ But you like them” Billy says as he leans forward with his chest pressed against your back. The two of you were getting closer and closer. He had opened up about his home life and stayed most of the nights with you.

He didn’t want to deal with Neil and he drove you to school. Everyone already thought you were Billy’s girl and you were more than okay with it.

The conversation didn’t happen between the two of you, it didn’t really need to since Billy has been spending all his time with you and focusing his attention only on you. 

-

You lifted up the notes and waved them at him. 

“ A couple of more and then we can go grab a bite to eat. Yeah?” You asked. He grumbled underneath his breath as he leaned back and sighed.

He didn’t really like school or studying but he wanted to finish school that he could spend more time with you and take you back to California.

The two of you talked about and he wanted to show you where he felt at home, at peace and the most happiest. But you were a part of his happiness too. 

“ You’re going to be the death of me, doll” he mumbles taking your hair as he got to work on braiding it. His fingers were and focused on what he was doing that he kept missing the questions you were asking him.

“ Billy?” You called out to him to only receive no answer but you didn’t feel your hair on your back anymore.

Then you gasped when the braid appear around and on the side. Billy had been learning how to braid hair, he had to ask Max for help telling her if she told anyone then he would break her skateboard. 

“ How did you?” You turned to look at him as his cheeks hinted red, looking away and down at his hands.

“ Billy” you called out to him. He didn’t look up at you as he was too shy to admit he learned this for you. Two fingers rose his head to meet your gaze. 

“ Did you do this to impress me?” 

“ Yes, I wanted to do something for you. You’re always looking out for me and I always wanted to play with your hair. Now that I know how to braid, I can do it more often.” 

“ You didn’t have to” He shrugged. 

“ It was nothing” 

“ Awe Billy, you’re adorable” you threw your arms around him once you fully turned around, straddling his lap.

His hands laid on your hips as he looked into your eyes. Your smile dropped as the room got thicker and he looked at you like he could give you the world right now. He would if he could. 

“ You’re beautiful” he says. His eyes drop down to your lips before looking back into your eyes.

You mustered up the courage to lean forward and he met you half way as his lips fallen on yours into a dance.

Your hands went into his curls causing him to moan as you tugged on them while his hands squeezed at your waist while he kissed you. He slowly pulled away, his breath fanning over your face. 

“ Does this mean your officially my girl?” He asked with hope in his eyes. 

“ I thought I already was” you squealed when he moved that he was on top and you laid on the ground looking up at him. 

“ You’re beautiful too, Billy Hargrove. You always were” his smile widen as he leaned down pecking your lips, pecking your nose too because he always wanted to and went back to your lips where for the rest of the studying session he couldn’t stop kissing you.

You were more than okay with that.