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besties, i have moved into my miguel o'hara moment

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.

would y'all wanna see more headcanons about dad!eddie??

this is so adorable. not enough fics really go into who eddie's mom was, and this did that perfectly <3

annie

prompt: when you get put in charge of babysitting for the day, it's time to play house.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of parental passings, baby referred to as big/chubby (affectionally of course, i was/am a chubby ass baby)

strongly recommend listening to annie by john denver as you read :)

Babies seem to always gravitate towards certain people, whether related or not, and while some force it, others come naturally.

Eddie was a reluctant baby man.

Any of his friends' younger siblings immediately latched onto his leg as he walked by, realizing his jeans were not heavy a mere moment ago, looking down to see a smile full of open gaps. 

As much as he tried to grimace, the attention was quite nice on both ends as the small babes usually sunk into a pit of giggles. This happened to be the case when your older sister came to town, leaving you at home to take care of her 8 month old for the day.

The morning was fairly quiet, Pamela sleeping for most of it, occasionally waking up to play with some toys. She wasn’t the clingiest baby, but found comfort in your arms as you swayed her on your hip.

“Who the hell is that?” Eddie asked, having let himself in the door after seeing your care alone in the driveway. Approaching the tiny human with skepticism, you smiled, turning slightly so he could have a better look at her. She stared up at him from your shoulder, arms flapping with a block securely between her fingers.

“This is Pamela, my niece.” You laughed, sitting on the blue couch, crossing your legs up on the plush seats. He hesitantly sat down, like being too close would somehow cause a shift in the balance of the universe. But her gaze was glued to him. 

He let out a chuckle, eyes still wide, “Didn’t she have this baby like two days ago? She’s big, not in a bad way!”

Her chubby little arms extended, dropping her toy with a thud as she leaned closer to Eddie. 

“Oh Christ.” He mumbled as she crawled into his lap, holding one of his fingers with a ring on it, “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Hold her, she doesn’t bite hard.” You teased, watching his hands tentatively wrap around her onesie clad body to bring closer to his chest. The nervous bounce of his leg made her giggle, an unmistakable smile coming to Eddie’s lips at the noise. 

The scene was too ironic, the whole town had been scared of Eddie his whole life, when the boy can’t even hold a baby without fear. He was kind, gentle, and sweet, but most people weren’t aware. Even your loved ones were hesitant when you began dating around 2 and a half years ago.

“Okay, she’s pretty cute.” He confessed, her small grasp locking his nose as it scrunched, relaxing further into his seat. She started to climb up his chest, reaching for his hair.

“Pammy, no.” You cooed, lifting her back to your arms, but her face dropped. She whimpered and made grabby hands at the man in front of you, his brown iris’ flickering to yours. 

He tentatively held his palms out, where she instantly went back to, and put her on his Iron Maiden tee, face squished against the skull printed on the black fabric. 

The next few hours were spent playing house, a fair mix of napping, eating, and changing, the latter being the only activity Eddie opted out of. There was no denying how much Pamela was latching onto him, even catching him talking to her when you excused yourself to the bathroom. 

The night was winding down, a soft buzz of the tv mixed with the gentle snores nestled on Eddie’s chest. His hand absentmindedly stroked her soft hair as he yawned, shifting to find more comfort as you sat on your bed. 

“If you ever want kids, Eddie, you’ll be a great father.” You whispered as he remained staring down at the little one, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Do you want kids?” He asked, peering over at you, but you leaned onto his shoulder. If anyone were to come in, it would look as if you were a family, it felt real for a brief moment for him.

You nodded, “Eventually.”

It was quiet once more, a laugh track playing over an episode of The Brady Bunch. Pamela stirred, making a squeaky noise, limbs flexing against him. She started to twist, leading you to pull her between you two, covering her body with the quilt you were already under.

As you both looked down at her, he noticed the features similar to yours. Not an exact match, but you looked close enough to your sister that he could see it in his head, having a family.

“I would name my kid, Annie.” He muttered, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Your brows furrowed, trying to think of any significance that name had for him, knowing he isn't obsessed with the musical and doesn't know anyone by that name. 

“I don’t have many memories of my mom, a lot of stuff got blocked out, but I remember a few things. She loved John Denver, especially the song Annie, it was his wife's name. But she would sing it to me, spinning me in the kitchen and restarting the record over and over.”

Eddie didn’t talk about his parents a lot, only knowing his dad was arrested when he was 13 and that his mom had passed away when he was 10. When she died, he moved in with Wayne after his dad had a few lashing outs that ended with a bloody nose and a broken arm. He could rant for hours on end about his dad, how shitty he was, how glad he was he was rotting in some jail cell.

But when it came to his mom, he found himself speechless. He remembers her kind eyes, the ones he saw on himself and hated when he got a look at himself angry, thinking of how much she hated seeing him upset. How she would always make cookies, writing notes in his black lunch pail that he now used for more nefarious activities, and her head scarfs that were made of floral fabrics. 

“She used to do this thing where she would grab a wooden spoon and sing it,” He swallowed, staring down at Pamela, but you knew his mind had wandered to his childhood home. “She was such a great singer, I think it’s why I love music so much. But her favorite song was Annie, it even played on the radio in the hospital waiting room when she…”

While his voice trailed off, you saw his eyes gloss over, not reaching a point of tears, but nearing. Your hand grabbed his, lacing it together and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He looked up at you, smiling before planting a kiss on your lips, careful to not put any pressure beneath him as Pam slept.

He gently hummed the melody of the song forever ingrained in his mind along with the wispy laughs from his mom who patched up his skinned knees and kissed his head goodnight. He was terrified of kids, never wanting to lead another member of the Munson family line down a toxic path.

But when he looked down at someone who even resembles you, he knew he wanted that life mixed with his pandemonium. 

“Come let me love you, let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you. Come let me love you, come love me again.” He sang softly, his voice cracking after being so used to singing metal songs loudly.

“We can name ours, Annie.” You whispered as he smirked, propping his head up with his elbow.

He made a false thinking face, stroking his chin, “I don’t know, I’m keeping my options open to the perfect candidate.” 

Punching his shoulder, he jolted and laughed, quieting when he felt the baby turn. He grinned unabashedly, tucking hair behind your ear. 

“I’m kidding, you’re it for me whether you want me around or not.” He hummed, hearing the sound of the garage opening, sitting up. 

“Glad to hear.” You smirked, lifting Pamela to your chest as she lazily opened her bright eyes. “Say goodbye to Uncle Eddie.” 

Somehow the title made his chest flutter, standing to kiss her head before you walked down to your sister. The quiet sounds of whispering came from below as he sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with his watch on his left wrist. 

While he tried not to think of his mom often, certain things always reminded him of her and he was glad when they did. As badly as he wanted her back, he knew all he had left was those foggy days behind him, littered with negativity from his father. But those orange hued moments of running in the yard during the summer or the blue cozy memories of hot chocolate on winter nights, that’s what he preferred to think about.

He wanted to be the man she wanted him to be, you wanted him to be, hell, who he wanted to be. While having a baby still terrified him, having a baby with you made him feel secure, and he wouldn’t let that go. 

authors note: hi im pmsing and got very emotional over the thought of eddie being a dad sooooo.

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if i have to experience another latino man in his 30s losing a daughter who plays soccer, i will lose my mind.

As My Own

Miguel O'Hara x Daughter'sRoomate!femreader .

Don't think I have forgotten about the requests 👀.

WARNING: Fluff. A tiny squeeze of angst, Rotting tooth fluff, daily snippets of life, anxious dad.

Summary: Gabi wants a mom. And who is Miguel to deny such wish?

Requested Here. Hope you like ❤️ Feedback is highly appreciated.

Sighing for the third time in a row, Miguel looked fondly at the pictures of his daughter through the years, until she grew out to be a lovely young lady, whose talents in soccer had earned her a scholarship in college.

Despite being terrified of the idea of Gabriela spreading her wings and soar into life itself, he knew the moment would come sooner or later, more like, right now. He was unpacking some boxes into the apartment Gabi would be staying, and if he was honest, the idea of her sharing a room with someone else didn't appeal that much on his trust issues.

If it wasn't for the house renovations needed to be done ASAP, he'd make sure to get Gabi a place for her own.

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Emancipation had taken a toll on him and his mind, The once girly and colorful room filled with drawings, trophies and medals with a soccer player motifs, soccer star posters, some consoles and games, was now an empty space full of memories.

When Gabi gave him the news of her moving out completely, made his heart to shrink and break, but he knew that he had to let her go. Gabriela was 19 at the time, doing good at college, had found herself a half time job and a new roommate. The last one seemed the most preoccupying thing on the list. Was it a man? Did she eat well? Did she get along with them? Probably had gotten her a couple of fights, were they older? Was his Solecito safe?

It had been three years since she left home and pursue her superior studies and a professional soccer player career.

His mind was racing with the infinite questions and his stress gnawed at his chest, his phone buzzing interrupted his accelerating thoughts. He opened the message log and sighed in relief to see Gabriela's name on the screen.

He tapped at the message and his heart nearly melted at seeing Gabi with a goofy expression on her face, her hands making a V sign as she hovered over a small table set for two.

"Dinner time with Roomie~"

The caption read. The food looked delicious and esthetically pleasing at the eye. Nearly Michelin star awarded restaurant quality.

(Name) 's food is amazing! . Btw Im free next week, so come over, I miss you Papa.

Gabi had texted him some couple of hours later. (Name) ; at least he now knew that Gabi shared space with a woman. He didn't trust college guys at all. At least, he could sleep a bit better now. However, something had caught his attention, despite Gabi's competitive traits, she rarely loosened herself around others. And the picture only proved him right.

Gabi was unabashedly goofy and silly on the picture, with a genuine smile on her face. Whoever you were, he was grateful for making his most precious treasure comfortable and safe.

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The first time you met Gabi was quite the experience, you had just returned from work to find a lot of boxes loitering the entrance and part of the living room. Books, some baskets with soccer balls and equipment, Somw clothes and more books.

The burning smell immediately alerted you as smoke begun filling in the room. Rushing you opened the window and started to dissipate the smoke away with a towel.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The young and tall woman panicked as she came out of the bathroom, body wrapped in a towel, just like her hair. Skin still sudsy with soap.

The chaos was tamed, leaving one of your favorite collectible pots, charred and useless.

"I'm really really sorry! I'll get you a new one."

"Don't you worry. Just... be careful. Don't leave the stove on when you are away. You could've burn the place down"

Gabi nodded sheepishly and looked down, when she noticed your chef uniform, the logo of a prestigious place she could only dream to afford in a couple of months and a place where he wanted to take her Papa as a surprise, standing out in your chest.

"Im (Name), the other tenant. Nice to meet you." Your voice was firm, yet kind. The kind of kindness that could insult anyone and still sound charming.

"Gabriela O'Hara. Sorry for your pot. I'll get you a new one"

"Ah stop it. It was just a family relic passed on generation to generation that now will end up in the trash."

You couldn't help but laugh at her panicking and guilty reaction.

"I'm just messing with you, sweetie. I got Ceci on a promo back at the supermarket. Don't worry. It's just a pot. We throw at least one daily at the restaurant. What were you trying to make anyways?"

Gabi didn't know if to be shocked or be laughing at your attitude. She settled for confused.

"Cause it smelled like cheap Mac and Cheese"

Her cheeks flushed and you just chuckled knowingly.

"Freshman?" Gabi nodded and you smiled almost endearingly at her.

"Such a cutie! I remember my first semester at college. Such a mess, terrible food and a terrible roommate"

"You're graduated?"

"A long time ago, yeah, Culinary school is something else. Don't get in there if you like having perfect skin."You chuckled and rolled up your sleeve, showing a few shares of scars and burn marks.

"Anyways, let's have a couple of rules okay? If you follow them, who knows? it can take us places." You grinned.

"No boys after 10 pm on weekends, and if you do, keep it low. Thin walls. Same applies to me, but don't worry about it. Im way too tired to actually do something about bringing my libido back."

Jeesh

Gabi's cheek flushed as her stomach fluttered anxiously.

"You can use my tools for cooking with the only condition to leave them clean and back at their place. Got it?"

She nodded at every reasonable rule you gave her. You had warned her that sometimes you'd be out of town due work, and that left her on charge of the place. It was brought to her attention that despite the place being small, it was conditioned enough to make it almost fancy looking. The kitchen specially.

Of course things just grew from there. At first Gabi was shocked to find you were a couple of years younger than her Papa. And that you had been single for quite a time now. Couple of years to be exact.

But that mattered little as her growing fondness for you was borderline adorable. You had helped her through some really bad times, like getting her a part time job at your workplace after being fired from the college coffee shop, something she never had the guts to tell Miguel.

Then you of course helping her out in her cooking skills, to at least stop eating plain ramen and packaged food bags.

"You're an athlete, you must feed like one."

"But I can't... afford it-"

"Uh uh. Shh." You shook your head and taught her to buy the right sort of meals even under a tight budget. Sometimes she would even find meals prepped for her whenever she had run short on money.

You were there when she got her first college date, and also were there when the young man turned out to be a fuckboy and a prick. Wiping her tears and feeding her a freshly made creme brule. A favorite of hers. You had also Dropped her and picked her up in her soccer practices whenever time allowed you so. She seeked guidance in you

She was there for you when depression was making it's way into your head, she was also there when she helped you to recover from a hang over after another failed date, and nursed you through your terrible period cramps. Even though sometimes harmony seemed disrupted by external causes, such as stress, work and feeling particularly wistful and blue, you'd always find comfort in eachother.

You were amazed by the fact that you realized that she was like the little girl you always dreamed to have.

"How come you don't have children?" Gabi had asked carefully. Despite the trust you hsd built over the years, there was some things you still couldn't bring yourself to discuss so openly, until now.

"I..."

"Sorry if I'm overstepping"

"Nah. I think it's time I actually come clean about some stuffs."

"Are you sure?" You nodded and sighed

"I can't have them"

Surprise drawed into Gabi's eyes as she stared at you.

"Infertility?"

"Yup. But... It's fine. I've come to terms with it, so..."

You trailed and she swallowed as her hand was placed above yours.

"For all it's worth? I'm sure you could have been an amazing mother."

Could have been

" To me, you... you are."

Gabi mumbled as tears swelled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. You stared at her, heart leaping in your chest

"Like... You are like the mother I never had... My Papa is amazing, but sometimes I actually yearn for a different kind of love." She hiccuped and you frowned, holding her closer.

"Like a mom. I want... I want to go shopping and talking about boys and how stupid they are. I want... to be cheered on by someone else at my games and not only my Papa."

Your heart felt breaking bit by bit as Gabi broke before you

"Don't get me wrong, I love Papa to death but... It's hard, y'know?"

"Ah, cariño." An endearment term you had learn from her, "You are such an amazing kid. Im sure that whoever comes into your life to take that spot needs to be amazing, because you're such a special young woman. Look at you, bright future ahead, smart, so so pretty and brave"

But Gabriela didn't want a stranger as her mother figure. She wanted you.

Gabi hid her face on your chest as you held her close, consoling her as much as you could. She remained there until she looked up at you with a suspicious glare

"Maybe I can introduce you to my dad" Your cheeks flushed bright red and she gasped, a bright bulb of an idea popping in her mind, sadness remnants vanishing from her body almost instantly

"No, Gabi, cariño-"

"You can meet him this weekend!"

"That's too soon, I am not prepared! Plus I have work remember?"

"He's staying all weekend, don't worry."

You had seen her adoring Papa through pictures she had showed you. The man was attractive, and looked certainly way too out of your league but of course you never told Gabi about it. You just shrugged it off with a 'Oh, cute'. But now that her plan was on set, you couldn't say no to her.

"Besides, I think it's time for you to actually meet guys. And this time no excuses like Im busy or stuff like that."

"Okay, okay. But if things don't work out-"

"I know, I'll drop it." Gabi rolled her eyes.

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Even though the recipe for a certain disaster was cooking, you tried to be optimistic about it. A bit of positive thinking wouldn't hurt you from time to time. However, your shift turned out a bit trickier than usual, since the restaurant had been reserved for a main event for important people.

In the little chance you had, you sent Gabi a little video of how crowded it was, and apologizing cause you didn't know if you were making a double shift and wouldn't be able to meet Papa.

Gabi just sent you a picture of the both with a "Miss you! Dad just came"

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3 am. 3 am and you were finally done, no more stuck up clients pretending to love raw fish and meats, people that were just actually there for the food pictures and to be able to brag about they were there. Your feet ached, and so was your headache. The good thing was that the company allowed you to take some food home.

Keys tinkered as you grabbed them to finally turn them in the keyhole and entering home and closed the door, angry and heavy steps alerted you as the hulking figure of a man stood in the dark, as the dim lit red iris flashed at you. You had to crane your head up to meet his deep eyes.

Now you wondered where Gabi had came out so tall.

"H-Hello..." You gulped and he sighed, hard expression melting slowly.

"Sorry for... the late hour."

"No, no. Discúlpeme I mean, forgive me. Though someone had broke in, until I heard the keys a bit too late. I'm Miguel. O'Hara." He offered you his large hand that easily engulfed yours.

"Oh, so you're... Papa" you shook it gently. He was warm, and chuckled. "Im (Name). Gabi never stops talking about you." You gave him an amiable smile and put your containers on the dining table.

"Nice to meet you" you began unpacking, aligning the recipients carefully on the table.

"How's... Gabriela doing?" His deep voice snapped your focus for a moment and your eyes darted to his form. Sweatpants in grey, a white fitting shirt that snugged his form a bit too nicely for a short stare. Hair slicked back, pouty lips, thick brows and his deep... red eyes? He certainly was even more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures.

"Oh, she's amazing. Her practice in soccer has improved even more. She has a final next week."

His brow arched at how much information you knew about her.

"I apologize, she fell asleep in your room, despite me telling her that the couch would be-"

"Ah don't worry about it. My bed is big enough for two, and she isn't a kicker in her sleep. So make sure to rest properly. Oh! And welcome for the weekend. Would you like something to eat?"

Miguel shook his head and softly smiled at you. You were pretty. So so pretty that his mind was almost in shortcut when you were removing your chef robe, in the kitchen exposing a bit more of skin. Your left arm was adorned with little burn marks and cuts, you poured yourself a glass of wine when you felt his eyes on you.

"Want some?" You offered the wine and he nodded, a bit reluctant at first.

"Has Gabi acted out of place while I'm gone?" You giggled as you poured him some wine.

"If by out of place means sleeping one hour later than she is used to, yeah. She has." Your hands gave him the cup and he leaned on the table. Gabi groggily came out your room, lured away by the delicious smell of food.

"Hey" She mumbled and hugged Miguel and then hugged you, and remained with her arms around your waist. You kissed her forehead and she smiled.

Miguel entered in spectator mode.

"Hey, cupcake. Want some food?"

"Can I have it tomorrow?"

"Got you a Creme Brule." She grunted happily.

Gabi smiled and went through the bags, popping a chocolate coated strawberry on her mouth.

"Still, I'm too tired to actually eat. Got Papa and I some takeout."

"Takeout?! The good sort of thing I hope" Gabriela groaned as she made her way back to your room.

"Don't steal the fluffy sheets!"

"Yes, mom. Take a bath first, you smell like garlic." she mumbled and went to bed.

Your whole face was as red as a strawberry not because your smell, but for how she had called you, you gulped down the wine and sighed. Miguel stared at you and his chest couldn't help but constrict a little more.

" I apologize for that, Gabriela is..."

"Quite receptive to smells? Yeah."

"And she called you mom." He was more surprised about it than anything else.

"Ah hehe. Yeah, she had been calling me accidentally that a bit more often."

"Does it makes you feel uncomfortable?" He sipped his wine

"Not really. I find it cute. She eh... talked to me about growing up and how things had been for her."

"I must thank you. You have fed her, taken care of her and now even protect her."

"She's a great kid." You nodded proudly. "Couldn't find a better roomie, and a friend. You did a good job raising her, Papa."

Miguel cleared his throat and gave you a small smile.

"I hope she hasn't-"

"Relax, she's been nothing but a good kid all these years. You gotta trust her a bit more."

"It's the people around her that I don't trust"

"Ouch..."

"I mean, not that I dont... just... carajo." you giggled at his cursing as his brows knitted together

"I mean, my daughter trusts you enough to sleep in your bed, call you mom even, so... would be kinda dumb to say that you're a bad person... And I'm not making any sense right?"

You gave him a bashful smile and it was your turn to clear your throat.

"She's been busy at playing cupid. She thinks she is subtle..." You bit your lip and poured yourself a bit more of wine as Miguel rubbed his face, tiredly.

"What about, today at 7 pm?"

"At 7pm what?" He coked an eyebrow to you and Gabriela poked her head out of your room, sighing with exasperation.

"Por Dios pa, Te está invitando a salir!" (My god, Papa, she's asking you out.)

You just laughed and put the food in the fridge

"If you're up for it, that is. It's fine if you don't-"

"Make it at 8. Traffic has lowered by that hour."

"Alright." You smiled and took your chef coat with you.

"Sleep well, Papa."

He downed the remnants of his wine and smiled to himself. He had a date.

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And a second, and a third and a fourth and a fifth. You were such an enjoyable being to hang around. You shared little silly texts, learnt a bit more spanish thanks to him to slowly bring down your language barrier. Even though you understood some words here and there, you wanted to understand so you could also feel part of the secret and long conversations the two O'Haras shared when it came to you.

Miguel was the first in making a move and kissed you around the fourth date. Nervous as you were, you finally felt good enough to just allow yourself to indulge in his company and what he had to offer. Great company, laughs, delicious make out sessions you didn't thought possible at your age.

Gabi had found you both eating each other's mouth in the livingroom

"Get a room!" She'd yell as she locked herself, headphones up her ears, but a beam in her face. Her chest swelled in joy knowing her cupid stunt had paid off.

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"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, pa. Like... She's the best. She's so sweet and... makes me happy cause you are happy."

"You'd be the only child, you're aware of that right?"

Gabi nodded upon remembering your words and your condition.

"Having a little sibling at this point would be awkward anyways."

"That doesn't mean I can't try-"

"Oh my god stop..." Gabi shook her head and Miguel smirked

"Payback for not telling me you were fired." She grunted as Miguel held her tightly.

"I think it's time to try something new."

"You'll ask her to marry you?!" Gabi gasped excited with a beam on her face

"Relax, Solecito. We're still knowing each other. And we wanna make sure that things work out before thinking in something so important as that."

"If you let her go, I promise that I won't talk to you again."

"Ouch."

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Bit by bit you had small milestones in your relationship with Miguel, you visiting his home back at New York, you staying a weekend in said home, you being introduced to his friends, sharing carneada with his friends, and of course, being found by Gabriela about to have sex, none of you mentioned it during dinner.

To make things even more convenient and better, your restaurant had opened a second branch in New York. Gabi was about to graduate college and of course, you both were saddened that soon you'll part ways. The both were too enraptured enjoying your mother-daughter relationship you had created that forgot about the future.

It didn't help to her sadness when you told her about you and other crew members of your work were selected for a three months workshop in France.

Despite your own sadness, both O'Haras cheered you to go.

"Three months is gonna be torture without you, but time goes so fast. You'll be back sooner than we expect it." Gabi had spoken. And of course, after her graduation, and a kiss goodbye, you flew to France.

Communication wasn't an issue since you talked every day. And still, the gnawing feeling of not being with them made you wish time to fly. You spoke every night with Miguel, telling him how much you have missed him. Even though work had kept you both busy enough, you'd always find a way to talk or text.

And when you came back? It felt like floating in a dream.

"Mom!" Gabriela rushed to you and crushed you in her arms, sniffling and holding you tightly.

"I missed you soo much, cariño." You kissed her forehead, Miguel joined a bit later with a rose bouquet on hand. He pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"Missed you, preciosa".

What sealed the deal for him was seeing you sharing a moment with Gabi. You were brushing her hair as you caught up eith the things you learned in France and how excited you were for them both to taste them.

He asked you to move in with them. And god he loved the feeling of you being around. Gabi was happy, he was happy and you were as well.

Everything about you had captured his heart. Your personality, your way to carry on things, the subtle ways you guided Gabriela without imposing in her autonomy, How much love you seemed to have for them, the delicious feeling of your skin against his on bed.

He proposed a year after. He wouldn't let you go, no no. You were too perfect for him, and a perfect Mom for Gabriela.

girldad eddie munson fuck yeah 😎

I AGREE, ANON!! i'll definitely write more

Painkiller

♡Pair: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader Genre: minor Angst / fluff Warning: Injuries, blood. Incorrect British slang and spanish. A/n: Miguel can release how much Venom he wants to release, so this doesn't paralyzed (Y/n) Summary: You got injured from a mission and Miguel basically decides to numb your pain.

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"Miles! Watch out!" You yelp as the Lizard bites you. 

You made sure the Lizard didn't bite Miles. Its sharp teeth sink into your inner thigh. You punch the Lizard to get its teeth off of you.

As you did you swung a web out to a nearby building. Getting on top of it to check out your wound.

"Hey- Are you alright?" Miles swung by. He was in a panic.

You hissed in pain as you checked your wound. Your suit was ripped where you were bit. Bloody bite mark.

"Im- fine." You huffed. "Call for backup. Without Miguel's knowledge. " You spoke while holding your wound. And Mile did as he was told.

He called in Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr. They jumped out the portal seconds later.

"S’You called it, mate." Hobie shrugged. As the three realized you were injured.

"Oh my god- (Y/n)- are you alright?" Gwen crouched to take a look at your wound.

"I'm fine, don't worry." You shook off your wound. Wincing slightly when you push a towel onto it.

"Uhm, guys there's a Lizard down here." Pavitr pointed as he played with his bangle.

"Right, that." You sighed.

"We'll get that handle for you." Miles laid a hand on your shoulder. "Trust us." He smiled. You sighed.

"Well you better not tell Miguel about this." You winced.

"You s’betcha." Hobie swung off the building. As well as the other three jump off the building too. You panic when you saw, your watch glow.

It was Jess. Thank god.

"Oh- hey Jess.. how's the baby coming along?" You smiled.

"What's going on? And why did Miles call for backup?"

"Oh! I told him to. You see this… Lizard is pretty strong?" You gave a low chuckle.

"But!" Before Jess spoke again.

"We have it under control, promise." You plead, hoping she doesn't send herself or even worse Miguel.

You knew Miguel was going to bench you after this injury. So you made sure he wasn't going to find out. 

And if he does Miles might not survive another day.

Jess nodded, turning off her side of the call. You lead back on the smashed concrete that was behind you.

But goodness. 

It hurts like hell.

+-~-+

The four spider people lead you to the Medbay, making sure no one sees you. Once you got there. Miles used his Medbay card to check you in and out. Making sure no one knew you were injured.

Your wounds were patched and clean. You were almost healed. Expected the part where you're limping. But, it was very light, so no one could notice it if they were a mile away.

After you left the Medbay you went back to your Spider-dimension. Going back to your apartment.

You quickly changed and lay in your soft cold bed. Taking a break. Your injury was sort of aching. Miles said he would sign you out.

Somehow, he likely would have made it worse.

"Morale. Where. The. Hell. Is. She." Miguel frowned.

"Somewhere?" Miles flailed his shoulders.

"Somewhere? SOMEWHERE? She's your partner, estúpido. How could you lose her?" (Stupid)  

"Do you like her, aye?" Hobie added. Which seems to have shut up Miguel.

The room was silent.

"I'm going to check her watch." Miguel Ignoring Hobie's question would make everyone confused.

Miguel turns on your watch's camera. Everyone was bracing themself for Miguel to yell.

But he didn't. More like he was mesmerized. The screen was big.

You were lying in your bed, covers right on top of you. The watch right on top of your nightstand. 

How Miguel was staring at you, everyone in the room knew Miguel had the fastest crush on you.

Lyla snapped him out of it. He was embarrassed. A deep scarlet red rose around his face.

"You can leave, now." He turned behind to see no one there. He let out an annoyed sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

+-~-+

Few days went by and you tried your best to distance yourself from Miguel, hoping he didn’t notice you were injured. Going on missions when needed, making sure to lower suspicions. This didn’t help your injury heal at all.

It only got worse. It was only time before Miguel caught on. He noticed your constant limping when you came back from every mission. 

He called you in one day.

“Yo, you need something?” You asked, webbing to his platform. Trying to stand still as possible.

“You want to tell me what you’re hiding?” He glanced at you, with his arms crossed.

“I’m fine.” You said.

“What?” He frowned more than usual.  “You're injured?”

Oh shit… He didn’t know?

“No-? What I meant to say is ‘What do you mean?’ ” You fidget with your hands. Not like he was going to believe that, but you still tried anyway.

He walked up a bit closer to you. You walk back a few steps, almost falling off the platform, till he catches you by the suit. You wince slightly. Miguel seems to notice you wince. His frown turned into a concerned face.

He carried you bridal style on to his desk.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked, searching around your body. 

“I told you, I’m fine. You got off the desk landing on your bad leg. You hiss slightly, crouching a bit. Miguel lifted you back on the desk.

“Eso no suena bien. I’m not going to ask you again. Where does it hurt?” (That doesn’t sound fine.)  He looked at you. As he pressed around your leg, as soon as he heard you whimper in pain. He ripped the thigh part of your suit.

“You owe me a new suit.” You said, wincing.

“Lyla, make (Y/n) another suit.” As the orange hologram appears.

“You got it, bossman” As Lyla puts up multiple orange screens.

Miguel's eyes widened when he saw bandages, bled through.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” His voice softened. You look away from him.

“Didn’t want to be bench.” You shrugged. You heard him sigh.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it feels like an ant bite.” You said sarcastically.

“Have you taken painkillers yet?”  He asked.

“No, those don’t do much.” You sighed, aching at every movement.

“Could I perhaps try?”

“Giving me medicine?” You frown.

“Do you trust me?” He crouches to your knees.

“Yeah?”

“This might sting a little.” He spoke, spreading your legs out a bit.

“What are you-” You whimpered, as he stuck his two fangs into your thigh. You felt a cool numbing to your leg. It was a relief, but you were blushing like crazy.

“Better?” He asked, with a faint pink expose on his cheek.

You nodded at him with a million thoughts in your head. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. You always had a small crush for Miguel, but you never thought anything like this.

“You might not be able to walk for a little.” As he started to re-bandage you. “You shouldn’t be moving at all, either way.” He carried you off the platform into his spare bedroom.

“Take me out to dinner first, O’hara.” You joked. As he placed you down on the bed.

“Sure, when you get better.” He placed a light kiss on your forehead.

Wait what?

-

W.C 1.2k

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. 

-

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.

bf yumi orr softwilly headcannons? the isaac one was so cute 💔

bf softwilly headcanons

of course anon!! i'll be writing for nick in this one, but i plan on writing one for yumi as well <3

headcanons under break

this man is so loving

he just adores everything about you

i think his love language would either be quality time or physical touch

the man just can't get enough of you!!

he LOVES to hold your hand

in public? holding your hand

in private? holding your hand

in the car? holding your hand

he is ALWAYS holding your hand

i like to think that he'll take you out to fancy dinners

he loves watching you pick out your outfit and do your makeup

he doesn't always want to be out at fancy restaurants with you, though

he can definitely cook

he'll sit you on the kitchen counter while he cooks dinner for you

it's just fun conversation while he makes some recipe that his mother taught him

late at night, you guys sit outside and stargaze

it's quiet, except for some faint 50s music playing from your phone

long strings of silence are broken up by you pointing out constellations while he listens intently

and then when you fall asleep, he carries you up to your room and cuddles up to you