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Bully - Part 3 of 3

warnings: 18+ minors dni, this is practically all smut, inexperienced reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, losing virginity, p in v, unprotected sex, controlling parents, I think that’s it.

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Fussing over yourself in the mirror, you worry that your dress looks like a nightgown. It’s a white satin, tight in the chest but once it meets your waist it flows down mid thigh. You believe your mother was under the impression it is a nightgown and that’s why it was an approved purchase. However, out of all your clothes, you really like how this looks on your body the most. You pair it with knee high socks and a pink cardigan. You’d just finished your make up and hair, matching your eyeshadow to the cardigan and putting on an obscene amount of lip gloss.

You worry you’re jumping into the deep end before getting your toes wet. You’ve never held hands or kissed a boy yet here you are, determined to lose your virginity to Billy Hargrove. Partly, to get it over with but mostly, because he made your entire body ignite whenever you thought about him. You glance over at the clock, it’s nearing eight and you think you hear Billy’s Camaro in the distance so you put your shoes on and grab your purse, hooking it around your shoulder. You double check your bed, standing at a few different angles to make sure the clothes and stuffed animals shoved under the duvet resemble your sleeping body. Then, you turn the lamp off and carefully crawl out of your window. It’s awkward to do and you’re naturally clumsy but you manage to land on the ground without making too much noise. You slowly pull the window back down and duck under it, staying still as you perk your ears up, trying to hear if you’ve already been caught.

After you’re sure your parents haven’t roused from their room, you slowly creep your way along the back of the house and hop over the waist high fence. Once you hit the sidewalk, you see the blue Camaro parked six houses down with the headlights off. Your inclination is to run but you don’t want to seem too eager, so you walk slowly. You pull open the door and ease into the passenger seat, turning to see Billy dressed in a dark green button up, his chest exposed and you notice his gold necklace on display as always. You wonder if he ever takes it off.

“Hi,” you greet him shyly, pushing your hair behind your ear and Billy leans over to hook a finger into the top of your knee high sock.

Biting his lip, he drawls out, “You look sexy.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look down bashfully, twirling your hair in between your fingers. Billy tugs on your sock and smirks up at you. Panic starts to rise up your chest, worried that your mother is going to come running down the street.

“Can we go?” you ask, glancing back to your house.

Billy chuckles, “I forgot I’m sneaking you out.”

He turns the car on, shifting into gear and whipping it around. Billy speeds, you look over and see he’s pushing 50 and the speed limit on your street is 20. You yelp, reaching over to grasp at his bicep and squeeze your eyes shut. Billy lets out his signature laugh and presses his foot on the acceleration further, definitely getting up to 65. When he finally slows down to turn, you let out the breath you were holding in heavy pants. Billy feels his dick twitch from the way you sound, he moves his hand from the gear shift to your thigh and squeezes and a high pitched sound leaves your throat. You’ve never heard anything like it come from you. The feeling you get is overwhelming, not having been touched that way before. It’s like you have to pee really bad but it’s different, somehow.

“You’re gonna be loud,” Billy exhales, shifting in his seat.

“What?” you question, squeezing your thighs tightly together.

He doesn’t clarify, he just laughs again. You look out the window, looking at him is just making that peeing feeling worse and worse. When you recognize the businesses lining the streets, it’s clear where Billy is taking you. Your heart swells when you realize he’s actually taking you on a date.

“Are we going to the movies?”

Billy shrugs, “Maybe.”

But you are, he parks on the street and hurries to open the door for you. He takes your hand and closes the door behind you. You see a couple kids you recognize from school loitering outside and you assume Billy is going to drop your hand. He does, only to wrap his arm around your shoulder as he walks with you. He nods to the kids but you avert your eyes, feeling shameful in the outfit you’ve chosen yet feeling special that Billy has chosen you.

“Two for the Jason movie,” he says to Robin Buckley, one of the few people at school who actually treated you like a human being.

She looks wide-eyed at you with Billy’s arm wrapped around you but cheerily says, “Two tickets for Friday The 13th Part 2. Seven dollars and ten cents, please.”

Billy drops his arm to reach for his wallet, trading Robin the money for the tickets. Once you get inside, his arms around your waist and he leans into ask, “You want some popcorn or something?”

The thought of eating in front of Billy makes your stomach churn so you shake your head, “I’m okay.”

He guides you towards concessions anyhow, “We can share a soda, at least.”

You giggle, walking up to the counter and he points to the selection, “Which one?”

“Cherry coke,” you answer meekly.

“One large Cherry coke,” he tells the employee as he pulls his wallet out again, handing him a bill.

When the guy slides the cup across the counter, Billy hands it to you and as you walk towards the theatre, he rests his hand on your ass and you cannot help but let out a soft sound. Billy laughs lowly in your ear and you worry he might have to carry you the rest of the way. Shockingly, the theatre is empty and the trailers have already started. Billy still chooses seats that are tucked in a corner, figuring it’ll fill out soon. He has you sat next to the wall and you look at him curiously, these definitely aren’t the best seats. You know your neck will hurt from this angle but Billy doesn’t plan on you two watching the movie anyways.

He wraps his arm around the seat, letting his hand fall onto your shoulder and leans close to you.

“Do you like scary movies?” he asks, voice low but his mouth is so close to your ear.

Your mother hasn’t let you watch any, so you don’t know. You feel embarrassed to admit it but you do.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen one,” you whisper, watching as Billy’s face erupts in shock.

“So do your parents just keep you in a basement when you’re not at school?” he questions and his tone is playful but it’s not far from the truth.

You blush, smiling as you tell him, “They’re very protective.”

At home, your mother lets you watch an hour of TV a day but she has to watch it with you and pick what you watch so most days, you chose to read alone in your room. When you do get to see new movies, it’s only movies made for kids.

“Clearly,” he scoffs, “If you get scared, I’m right here. I’ll distract you.”

The promise makes your heart flutter and your stomach warm. You’d snuck a Steven King novel once and you thought you handled it well, so you hoped you would be fine during the movie. He reaches his left hand over and grabs yours, lacing your fingers. Billy tilts his head to look at you and the feeling between your legs returns. The movie opens and Billy looks around to see the theatre is still empty. He smiles, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. He leans over to kiss you and he expects you to follow his lead but instead you let out a shaky breath and keep your eyes glued to the screen.

“Have you ever kissed someone before?” he asks, but he figures he knows the answer.

Embarrassment flooding your senses, you shake your head, “I’ve never even held hands with a boy until right now.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

Panic, now, you turn to look at him, “I don’t know how.”

Billy chuckles, bringing his hand up to caress your jaw, “It’s natural, you’ll get the hang of it quickly. It’s what we’re meant to do.”

“You and I?”

“Men and women,” he mumbles, “It feels really good. You wanna try it?”

“Okay,” you whisper, wanting it more than anything even though you’re equally as terrified.

Billy starts out slow, turns his whole body as he pulls you closer. You see as his tilts his head and you figure, that’s what you’re supposed to do so you do the same. He chuckles and shakes his head, making you second guess this whole kissing thing. You’re horrible at it and you haven’t even done it yet.

“This way,” he tilts your head in the opposite direction he’s tilted his.

“Just like this,” he mumbles before he leans closer as he pulls you towards him. He gently presses his lips to yours, moving them slightly and then pulling back. Your fingers dart up to ghost along where his warm, soft lips touched yours.

“Can we do it again?” you ask, eagerly.

Billy chuckles again and at first, you didn’t like it but the more he does it the more it makes you feel good. At least he’s having fun.

He leans in again, colliding your lips harder than the first time. Billy scolds himself in his head, he knows he needs to take this slow but he wants to shove his tongue into your mouth so desperately, wants to completely ravish you right here, right now. The sound you emit only fuels his desire, he wants to feel you all over.

You two keep kissing like that, Billy is careful not to slip you his tongue yet. It’s a line of soft pecks, your hands grip his shirt tighter and tighter each kiss. You feel dizzy already but Billy seems antsy and you know there’s more to kissing than just this, you’ve seen a fair share of couples in the school hallways with their tongues down each others throats.

Pulling back, you tell him, “You can do more.”

He nods, grabbing onto your cheeks and pulling you to his lips again. He slowly licks against your bottom lip, expecting you to part your lips but you’re frozen, the sensation of his tongue against you incredibly overwhelming.

You feel as he smiles, “Open your mouth.”

Dropping your jaw open, Billy laughs softly and knocks his nose against yours, “Not that much.”

You’re sure your cheeks are bright red, but Billy’s a good teacher. You can tell he doesn’t want to stop even though you have no clue what you’re doing. You lessen the distance between your lips and Billy’s hand on your jaw guides it just right. He’s ecstatic, he’s never had to teach someone how to kiss and he’s floored by how arousing it is. He licks into your mouth and can’t help but squeeze your jaw when you moan softly. This is the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced, you feel as if your core is on fire and the wetness seeping from you is brand new. He was right, this feels so good. You want to feel his tongue all over your body. Squirming a tiny bit, you know that you also need to do something with your tongue so you hesitantly rub it against his and you feel his lips curls up. You’re flushed with confidence while Billy’s a bit concerned, he’s never been this turned on in his life and he fears he’s going to cum in his jeans just from kissing you. He continues though, licking into your mouth but retreating every so often to kiss your lips. After a good minute, he pulls away and you’re both panting.

“How’d you like it?” he’s desperate to know, eyes scanning over your flushed face.

“More,” you whisper, grabbing onto his shirt. Your stomach is in coils, you feel like you’re about to burst and the feeling is frustrating. You wonder when you’ll get some type of relief, that part has to come soon otherwise you’re not sure why people do this in the first place.

“Anything you want, baby,” he growls, pulling you to him for another kiss.

Billy cannot hold back anymore, though. He knows he’s being sloppy but you’ve got nothing to compare it to and that gets him going. You keep letting out these sounds, they’re driving him mad. Once he finally pulls away, you’re shaking.

“I feel weird,” you admit, squirming in your seat.

“Like you’re gonna explode?” he offers and you nod vigorously, he explained it perfectly and you’re relieved he knows what you’re talking about and that maybe he’s feeling the same way.

“There’s a way to help that,” he explains, “But I don’t know if you’re ready.”

“Please,” you beg, anxious to subside this ache.

Billy bites his lip, “I can touch you. Between your legs.”

You giggle, excitement bubbling up. Your mom had told you that only boys get pleasure from this kind of stuff but now you know she’s lying. All you want is for Billy to keep making you feel good.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” you murmur, already spreading your thighs.

Billy doesn’t hesitate, he smoothes his hand over your thigh and then squeezes it and you moan out. He panics a bit, “Think you can be quiet?”

“I’ll try, I’m sorry,” you apologize, ashamed.

“Don’t be sorry,” he grins, “It’s really fucking sexy, but we’ll get caught.”

You nod, urging yourself to be as silent as possible but once his fingers press against your clothed core, you let out another moan. He bites his lip, pulling his hand away.

“I know what we can do,” he whispers, standing up and reaching for your hand.

You follow his lead and once you make it to the hallway, he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Keep walking, need you to be in front of me,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear.

It’s an odd request, but as you’re walking, you can feel his erection pressing against your butt and you understand. You don’t know where to walk though so once you’re in the lobby, you stand still and Billy laughs softly.

“My car,” he sings into your ear, springing your feet back into action. He moves away from you only to rush to the drivers side and get in. You do the same, sitting back on the seat and looking at him. You’re worried you’d ruined the date but Billy seems happier than usual. He starts the car up and throws it into drive, flooring down the road. He keeps looking over at you, similarly to how he would at school but there’s something a little more urgent in his eyes.

“Where are we going?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Billy smirks, “Somewhere you won’t have to try to be quiet.”

You don’t expect that to mean a stretch of road outside of town, lined with forest. However, you’d let Billy take you anywhere if he’s going to touch you like he did in the empty theatre. After he parks, he crawls into the backseat and looks at you expectantly. You turn to face him but remain seated in the passenger side.

“C’mere,” he purrs, patting the leather seat next to him.

With a curt nod, you awkwardly maneuver over the center console and plop down next to him in the back. He looks you in your eyes, placing his hand on your cheek and leans in to kiss you again. Billy doesn’t go slow this time, he erection still straining in his jeans while he slides his tongue past your lips. You feel like your body is vibrating, made worse when he moves his hand down between your thighs and pushes them apart.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he inquires, dragging his fingers up and down your soaked panties.

You gasp, gripping onto his shoulder in attempts to ground yourself. The question he asks completely misses you as all you can focus on is the firm pressure of his fingers. He nudges his nose against yours, finding a spot that makes your body jolt when he rubs against it.

“Have you?” he asks again, pulling back to look at your face.

Your mouth feels so dry suddenly but you try to answer him anyhow, “Not really. Sometimes I touch down there but it doesn’t feel like this.”

He grins, he almost looks wolffish as he shows his teeth. He still looks very pretty, though. You really like the curl of his eyelashes.

“Why don’t we get your underwear off?” he suggests, hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“Uh,” you panic, looking up into his blue eyes.

“It’ll feel even better,” he promises, waiting for you to say yes.

His smile helps your decision, “Okay!”

“Atta girl,” he praises with a kiss to your lips as he pulls your panties down your thighs and knees. You help him by kicking them the rest of the way off, eyes trained on his. He licks his lips as he gets a view of your pretty pussy, returning his fingers to slide through the dripping folds.

He was right, you can’t help the sounds flowing out of your lips. You keep your hand on his shoulder, like you’ll float away if you don’t. Billy nudges his nose against yours, smiling at you when you look at him.

“How’s this?” he drawls, his voice thick as it meets your ears.

You’re in heaven, you think. Your mom had been wrong all along, if this is what boys wanted then you’ve been missing out for so long. There’s nothing selfish about Billy’s hands, it’s very clear that this is all for you and you only. You feel like you’re a fragile piece of glass and only Billy know’s how to handle you.

“Nice, it’s nice,” you pant out, moving your fingers up to grab at Billy’s hair when he circles his finger along your entrance. A strangled moan erupts from your throat as he slides the finger inside you, the sound embarrasses you but Billy seemed to enjoy it, his mouth forming into an open, impressed smile. He moves his thumb to your clit, moving it in rapid circles and your vision begins to blur as you melt back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut as the pressure building in your stomach starts to rise.

“A-ah, Billy, I,” you try to tell him how overwhelming the feeling is but you figure this is supposed to happen, you’re supposed to feel like you’re going to combust.

Billy manages to slip a second finger into your tight hole, his free hand moving up under your dress to squeeze your breast. When he curls his fingers, a cry leaves your lips as you shake beneath him, your entire body feeling on fire as your orgasm rips through you. You chant his name out, your legs snapping shut and trapping his hand between them. Billy laughs softly, moving his hand from your breast to cup your jaw and pulls you into another heated kiss. You feel ridiculous, unable to keep yourself from whimpering as the aftershocks of your orgasm rip through you. Billy smiles into the kiss before breaking away, pulling his hand away from your core and then brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. It heats you up all over again, you smile shyly at him.

“How’d you like that?” he asks, pulling your underwear back up your legs.

“Hmm,” you feel like you’ve lost your voice, so you clear your throat before answering, “I liked it a lot.”

“Good,” he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear and you wonder what comes next, how Billy’s going to take your virginity.

“What do we do next?” you ask, looking at the bulge in his denim.

Billy coos, “Aw, baby, you want more already?”

You nod and he smirks, “Nothing tonight. We gotta take it kind of slow, I don’t wanna break you.”

“Break me?” you ask softly, holding onto his wrists because you fear you might start crying if he goes anywhere.

Billy laughs again and leans in to place another kiss on your lips, this one is sweet though. “Not the right word choice. It might be overwhelming. Let’s just take our time with it,” he says. It’s not something he’s done before then again, Billy’s never been with a virgin and he doesn’t want to fuck things up. He really likes you and while it’s purely sexual, he thinks he might like to actually date you.

For weeks, you continue to sneak out to meet Billy. You still haven’t seen or touched him where you want to most but every time, he fingers you and kisses you just like the first night. Sometimes you actually go on dates but mostly, he drives somewhere to hide you both from watchful eyes. Today, however, he’s asked if you’d come to his house to help him study. In the day time.

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to,” you admit, trying your best to think of a way to lie to your mom.

“Just make up an excuse,” Billy suggests, curling your hair around his finger while he looks down at you.

Billy no longer hid his feelings for you from anyone. He still bullied you but it was because you admitted to him you liked it. Granted when you did, he was whispering filthy things in your when he was pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy and you’d say anything to make sure he didn’t stop. You’d replay his words in your head when you were alone at night, trying to make your fingers feel as good as his. You would climax but it was no where as hard as when he did it.

“Like what?” you ask, hoping he could find a good enough one to get past your mom.

Billy grins, “Tell her you’re trying out for something or you joined a club.”

You know those won’t work, your mom was too involved in your school life that she would be suspicious. You shake your head and sigh, “I’m sorry. She’ll say no.”

Billy pouts, “Please.”

He wanted so desperately to get you on his bed, it was fun in the backseat of his Camaro but it was cramped.

It’s hard to say no to him but you can’t imagine a scenario in which your mother would allow you to stay after school. Part of you wants to say screw it and just go with Billy but you know she’ll call the police. You two needed to plan it better.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, your stomach churning as you read the disappointment on his face.

Billy frowns, “How about this weekend? Saturday? Any time from 9-5?”

You giggle, flattered at how eager Billy is to ‘study’ with you. “Saturday. I could say I need to go to the library.”

“I’ll pick you up there,” Billy kisses your cheek before he heads off to class.

The thing is, Billy isn’t anticipating your mom following behind you into the library. He’s parked outside, leaning against the hood of his Camaro smoking a cigarette when your mother parks a few cars down and you shoot him a sympathetic look, a silent apology. His plan is yet again foiled and he’s fuming but he can’t just drive away like you want him to. He waits a beat and heads inside the library, scanning around until he sees you sitting at a table, alone with your books spread out in front of you. He stalks over and plops down in the seat next to you.

“Billy!” you exclaim and then immediately lower your voice, “My mom is here. She wouldn’t let me go alone. You have to leave before she sees you.”

Billy grins, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing, “I had to see you.”

You love the way his fingers digging into your flesh makes your whole body tingle so you melt into it a bit, your breath hitching up into your throat. He leans close to your ear and whispers, “Let’s study.”

Billy’s fingers inch up your thigh, grazing your clothed core. Your eyebrows shoot up as your eyes widen, but Billy notices the way your pupils dilate so he continues stroking you through your pants.

“We can’t,” you mutter, “Not here. We’ll get caught.”

“Only if you can’t keep quiet,” he whispers back, biting his lower lip.

You gasp as he applies more pressure, focusing your eyes on the textbook splayed in front of you. You’re torn, you want Billy to stop but at the same time, it feels amazing and you find yourself getting excited at doing this in public.

“I can’t keep quiet,” you breathe, and Billy knows this is true.

“Who are you?” your mothers harsh voice whispers as she stomps over to the table. Billy’s hand retreats and he grins up at your mother, flashing his pearly whites. You know this is bad, Billy is too pretty and your mom told you good-looking boys are trouble.

“I’m Billy,” he extends his hand to her, “Y/n’s classmate. Nice to meet you.”

Your mother doesn’t take his hand, instead she starts gathering your books and stacking them.

“We’re leaving,” she tells you, her seething voice makes Billy’s smile falter. He was always so good with mothers.

You nod, grabbing your backpack and shoving your books into it. You follow her to the counter to check out her books, not turning to look at Billy as he remains seated at the table.

In the car, she begins ranting at you. It’s nothing new, but her tone is a bit more frightening. You’d never had a boy interested in you before so your mother is more terrified than she’s ever been.

“You are not to talk to that boy,” she instructs you, “They only want one thing and he is no exception, no matter how nice he is to you, he is not different.”

You just nod, looking out the window.

“Do you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you recite, “I don’t talk to him. We just have a class together.”

“Is that the boy you were wearing makeup for?” she asks, not believing you.

“I wasn’t wearing makeup for a boy,” you promise.

Billy’s at your locker the following Monday morning, a new plan formulated. He knows it will take some convincing but you won’t have any interruptions and that’s what he wants.

“Ditch class with me,” he pleads, grabbing your wrist as you reach for the dial on your locker.

“I can’t,” you tell him, an incredulous look on your face, “I’ve never skipped class before.”

“Please?” he brings your hand to his mouth and presses kisses against your knuckles, “for me?”

You heave a sigh, loving when he touches you but you’re scared. You know the school will call home tonight if you skip class. Maybe there was a way to intercept it, answer it before your parents do.

“Where are we going?” you ask, uncertainty still etched on your features.

“My house,” he says, smirking down at you, “No one’s home.”

Oh. Billy wants to do this, now. You slowly turn and nod to him, wanting to please him any way you can.

“Okay,” you reply, your cheeks stained red.

He smiles even bigger, taking your hand and tugging you through the halls.

Billy’s bedroom is interesting. It stinks like cigarettes and he’s messier than you thought, clothes strewn about. He has music posters of bands you’re not allowed to listen to and one of a lady in a zebra print bikini. You don’t resemble her in any way and wonder why Billy is interested in you and not a woman like her.

He closes his bedroom door and kisses you, walking you back until your legs hit his bed and you fall back on it. You look up at him, watching as he lowers to his knees before you. He hikes your knee length skirt up and starts kissing, from your knees to your upper thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes trained on yours.

All the stress about ditching school fades away as you look down at him. He looks angelic and you think there’s no way this could be bad. Not with the way he makes you feel like everything will be alright. He grins against your thigh as you let out a high pitched noise, foreign to your ears. You’re not sure why but sometimes when Billy compliments you, you make weird noises.

“Can I show you something?” he asks, lips dragging against the warm skin of your thighs.

“Yes, please,” you reply with a pant. The feeling of his mouth so close to your core makes you feel elated beyond belief.

He unbuttons the side of your skirt, inching it off your legs. He leans back and starts to untie your shoes, pulling them off so your left in your blouse, underwear and socks. Billy’s pulling your panties off soon after, discarding them carefully next to your skirt. He wraps his hand under your thighs and tugs you closer to his mouth, spreading your legs as he does so. His eyes sparkle up at you and then he sticks his tongue out and your hands grip the bedspread in anticipation. When his tongue meets your aching heat, you fall onto your back and moan out. This feeling is extraordinary and you are immensely thankful Billy wanted to show you this. He moves his hand from your thigh to grab your hand and guide it to his head. At first, you just keep your hand awkwardly on his head but when he sucks your clit into his mouth, you grab at his curls and whimper.

This is ten million times better than his fingers and you can feel the familiar pressure building quicker than ever before. Your other hand knots into his hair while Billy drags his tongue through your folds and initially you’re upset he’s moved away from your clit but then his tongue starts probing your entrance and you let out another loud moan.

“Oh, Billy!”

He moans against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout you. You prop your elbow up so you can look down at him, your eyes meeting as he starts lapping at your clit. You come quick, as soon as Billy moves to slide two fingers inside you easily. You shake around them, crying out his name repeatedly while your orgasm rips through you relentlessly. But Billy doesn’t pull away, he keeps curling his fingers and licking against your clit until you’re pushing his face away.

“Billy, Billy,” you pant out, “S’too much. I can’t…”

He chuckles, pressing kisses against your thigh as he sits back.

“You taste so good,” he praises, wrapping his hands around your calves.

“Feels so good,” you reply, breathlessly.

He stands up, grabbing a hold of your face and kissing you deeply. You can taste and smell your slick, it’s all over his mouth and chin. It’s not unpleasant but you wouldn’t say it tastes good. He pulls away and smiles at you, his eyes are darker than usual and you lean forward to kiss him again.

“You want to touch me, now?” he asks and you nod enthusiastically.

You still hadn’t seen or touched Billy’s cock but you’ve desperately wanted to. You want to learn how to make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

“Yeah?” he bites his lip and pushes your messy hair off your forehead.

“Yes, yes!”

He lounges back against his pillows and motions for you to follow. You sit on your knees beside him and wait for him to take his pants off. Billy unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops. He’s going too slow so you reach your hands over and begin unbuttoning his jeans. He hums happily, letting you take the lead. You pulls his jeans down his thighs and he kicks them the rest of the way off, you can see the outline of his length in his white briefs and a small wet spot which intrigues you. You had no idea guys get wet too. You bite your lip nervously as you slide your fingers into the waistband and pull his underwear off. His erection springs out and slaps against his stomach, a gasp leaves your lips as your eyes take him in. You’ve got nothing to compare it to but you like how it looks, you wrap your fingers around it and look up at his face to see his reaction.

Billy let’s out a breath, his lips curling up as he watches your hand. “Tighter,” he instructs you and let’s out a throaty hum as you obey him.

“Yeah, like that,” he whines out, the pitch of his voice something you’ve never heard and you love it. It shoots straight to your core and you feel yourself soaking your thighs.

“Spit in your hand,” he says and you look up at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Feels better wet,” he grunts out and you let go to bring your palm to your mouth. His eyes follow so you avert yours, feeling embarrassed as you gather all the spit in your mouth and push it past your lips into your hand.

“Atta girl,” he praises, his voice low and deep.

You wrap your fingers around his cock again and look back up at him for further instruction. He places his hand on yours and shows you what to do, how to stroke him. He lets out a soft moan and pulls his hand away. You mimic the motions he’s shown you, making sure you’re not holding him too loosely. Your curious how his face looks while you’re doing this but you feel entranced by the view of your tiny hand wrapped around his length. It’s making you squirm where you sit, wanting to feel some relief. Billy seems to notice because he pats his thigh.

“Sit here,” he suggests and you listen, placing your knee on the other side and lowering your aching core flush with his thick thigh.

You continue stroking him, grinding down against his thigh as you do so. Moans tumble out of your mouth as you watch your hand working him.

“Faster, baby,” he encourages and you move your hand a little faster, glancing up to his face. He looks blissful, mouth agape as he watches you jerk him off while you writhe against his thigh. He scrunches his nose and you let out a little giggle because it’s so cute.

He smiles, “What’s so funny?”

“You look cute,” you tell him, accidentally curving your hand on the upstroke and Billy lets out a moan.

“Fuck, keep doing it like that.”

You nod, smiling as you bite your lip and repeating the motion. Your clit drags against his thigh in just the right way and you whimper, your upper body leaning forward.

“Such a good girl,” Billy whispers, hand grabbing onto your thigh, “Are you my good girl?”

You nod frantically, “Yes, I’m your good girl, Billy.”

“So good,” he moans, “gonna make me cum, already.”

Remembering how good Billy’s tongue felt on you, you lean forward and experimentally lick his tip.

He groans loudly, “Yeah, baby, such a quick learner.”

You smile at the praise, proud of yourself for doing so well. Billy’s fingers knot into your hair and he keeps letting out these pretty little whines that make you grind against him harder. Since it worked so well the first time, you keep up your pace with your hand and lick all around the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he sits up, “I’m gonna cum. Lay down.”

You obey, laying on your back and watching as he straddles your waist, pushing your blouse up above your tits while he relentlessly strokes himself with his right hand until he’s spilling all over your hips and bare stomach. Intrigued, you press your hand to it and pull away to see white strings connecting your palm and belly.

“It’s kinda gross,” Billy admits, chuckling softly as he moves off the bed and grabs a t-shirt from his dirty laundry and cleans his cum off your stomach and hand. He presses a chaste kiss against your lips and smiles.

“You did so good for me,” he nudges his nose against yours, “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “I wanna do it again.”

“Soon,” he kisses you again, “Let’s get you back to school for now.”

“Do you wanna come over to my house on Sunday?” you ask Billy the following Friday.

He smiles at you, wrapping his hand around your hip and pulls you close to him.

“Your house?” he asks inquisitively, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” you nod, “My parents go to church from 8 until 1. I’ll pretend I’m not feeling well and you can come over.”

“What are we gonna do?” he teases, smirking as your cheeks turns a deep red shade.

You hide your face against his chest as you giggle, grabbing onto his jacket. He pulls you back so he can look at your face, palm flush against your cheek.

“We’re gonna have fun,” you inform him.

“Sounds like a plan, loser,” he smirks before placing a kiss on your lips, lacing your fingers as he walks you to class.

Saturday night, you don’t sleep well because you’re dripping with excitement. So when the next morning rolls around, you look exhausted and your mom notices when she comes to wake you up. You whine and roll over away from her.

“I don’t feel well, mom,” you admit, hiding your face from her so she can’t see the smile you’re unable to hold back. “Can I stay home and sleep in?”

“You want me and Daddy to stay back to take care of you?” she asks, rubbing soothing circles in your back.

“No, I’ll be okay by myself. I don’t want you guys to miss the sermon,” you mumble, rolling onto your back as you will your face to keep your secret.

“Okay, honey,” she says, “We’ll stop on the way back and get you some soup.”

“Okay, momma, thank you.”

When you’re sure you can hear their car leaving the garage, you spring up and run to your closet to change into one of your outfits you keep hidden. You forego wearing bra and panties, pulling your prettiest lace blouse on and a short black skirt. You pull on a pair of thigh high socks so you don’t feel quite as exposed. Next you sit at your vanity and style your hair carefully, smiling proudly when it lays the way you want it to. You put on some light makeup and hide the products back in the drawer, covering them with notebooks. As you admire your work, you hear the familiar purr of Billy’s Camaro barreling down the street. You rush to the foyer and peek out the window to see Billy parking several houses down. He climbs out of the car, looking casual in a t-shirt and jeans. As he walks up the walkway, you open the door and smile excitedly at him.

“Hey, darling,” he greets you, “Don’t you look cute today.”

“Hi, Billy!” you chirp, extending your hand and once he grabs it, you pull him inside and close the door. You don’t want any neighbors seeing and telling your parents. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a tight hug, making you squeal as he lifts you off the ground.

He sets you down and kisses your forehead, “Why don’t you show me your room?”

“Okay,” you gush, leading him down the hallway and into your room. Billy looks around, seeing the gaggle of stuffed animals strewn across the floor. Maybe you should’ve cleaned up before he arrived. He purses his lips as he keeps looking around.

“It’s very pink,” he observes and you flush.

“My mom decorated it,” you admit as you shut your door. “Sit,” you suggest, pointing to your unmade bed.

Billy listens, kicking his boots off before he sits back on your bed. You straddle his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck and collide your lips with his. He makes a surprised noise, arms circling your waist as your tongue grazes against his lips. He parts them, allowing you access as his eyes flutter shut. Billy’s shocked you’re making the moves here but he likes it, it shows him you’re just as eager as he is.

You pull away once you’re too flustered, looking into his eyes as you confess, “I wanna have sex.”

“Oh, you do, huh?” he teases, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, smiling wide.

“Well, I can’t say no to you,” he nudges his nose against yours, lifting you off the bed as he stands. Billy turns back around and lays you on your back, resting your head on your pillows. He positions himself between your legs and flips your skirt up, staring down at your exposed and glistening pussy. He gasps softly, eyes flicking back up to yours.

“You little slut,” he exhales, his fingers pressing to your hole and gathering your slick before dragging it up through your folds. “Soaking wet just for me?”

“Yes,” you pant out, squirming from his touch, “Just for you, Billy.”

He grins up at you, moving his left hand to push your top up to confirm his suspicions that you’re also not wearing a bra. He chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his mouth so he can suck your slick off of them. Then, Billy pulls your shirt up and over your head before dragging your skirt off, just leaving you in your socks. Feeling a little too exposed compared to him, your hands cover your tits. He scoots down and lowers his head between your thighs, his hands pushing them apart. You hold his eye contact as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, you let out a soft moan. Even though you’re the only two in the house, you feel like you need to keep quiet.

Billy focuses in on your clit, his tongue drawing circles against it. You whimper, squeezing your breasts as you watch him work. He nods his head slowly, dragging his tongue through your folds as he does so. His eyes are the prettiest shade of blue, sparkling as they peer up at you. And he’s so good at this, pulling the sweetest sounds from your throat as he works at your pussy with his expert tongue. When he enters you with his fingers, your back arches and your left hand grabs at his hair.

“Billy,” you whimper, “feels so good…”

You watch his lips curl up from between your legs, it urges you to the edge and you know you’re not going to last much longer. His left hand digs into the flesh of your thigh as he pumps his fingers in and out of your, the obscene sound of how you’re practically pouring into his hand fills the room. You can’t keep your voice down, cries of pleasure bubble out of your throat and Billy doubles down on your clit, lapping at it feverishly. He curls his fingers every time he pulls them out, dragging against your wall. He slips a third one in and you climax instantly, thrashing up against his face while your hand in his hair holds him firm. You grind against his face, riding your orgasm out as you cry his name repeatedly.

He pulls away when you relax, quickly ripping his shirt off and throwing it behind him. His fingers fumble as he tries to unzip his pants, his hard on ready to burst out as he wants nothing more than to bury it in your tight, soaking hole. He worries for a second that he hasn’t stretched you out enough but his overwhelming arousal pushes the thoughts away. He gets his pants off finally, briefs peeling away with them. He positions himself, grabbing onto his cock and presses his tip to your entrance.

“It’s gonna hurt a little bit at first, baby,” he warns you, “but I’m gonna help you through it and then it’s gonna feel so fucking good. Are you ready?”

His words are breathless as they leave his shiny, pink lips and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of him.

“I’m ready,” you whine, “Please, fuck me, Billy.”

He groans lowly, dragging the head of his cock through your folds to spread your slick across it. You feel as he presses it back against your entrance and he begins to push it in and he was right. It burns as he slides the tip inside and your body freezes, your legs shaking as they threaten to shut. He moves his left hand under your ass and angles your hips up a bit, pushing an inch deeper.

You whimper, this time in pain instead of pleasure. Billy nods at you, “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm… it just burns,” you admit softly.

It’s taking everything in him to not jerk his hips forward and slam in his cock in your tight pussy. He lets out a shaky breath as he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles. It helps, relaxing you enough to where he can push in another couple inches.

“Billy,” you whine.

“I know, baby,” he coos, “As long as we go slow, you’ll be okay.”

He continues stimulating your clit, pulling out a bit before pushing forward again. Slowly, but surely, he bottoms out inside you and once he does, the burning subsides. He leans down to kiss your jaw, making sure you’re comfortable before he rolls his hips gently. The sound that falls from your lips sounds like one of pleasure.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” you pant, “feel so full…”

You’ve heard that sex could hurt, but you didn’t understand until now. However, it was a bearable pain, it wasn’t excruciating. Billy was doing his absolute best to be gentle with you, peppering your face with kisses as he starts thrusting slowly. The more he does it, the better it feels and you relax under him. He grits his teeth at the feeling of your walls squeezing him, you’re so tight he keeps fighting to gain his composure, not wanting to hurt you but his entire body is telling him to fuck you senseless.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asks through clenched teeth, closing his eyes tightly.

“Uh-uh,” you breath, unable to control your hips as they roll up into him. “Keep going…”

He moans out, his pace quickening at the confirmation. He grabs onto your jaw, turning your face to his while he thrusts into you harder. It pulls a grunt out of you but your eyes tell him it feels good.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” he coos, digging his fingers into your cheeks, “you’re such a good girl for me.”

“I’m a good girl,” you babble without thinking, your voice sounds funny with your mouth squished between his fingers.

“Yeah, you are,” he praises, drilling into you faster and harder.

Your spread your legs further apart, staring into his eyes. The feeling is overwhelming and lovely, you want to tell Billy you love him, that you love him but you can’t form words. Instead, short moans and cries fall out of you and Billy’s thrusts falter and he curses himself. He doesn’t want to cum already. You guys just started but the sounds you make and tight your pussy is gripping him is making it increasingly difficult. Your beautiful, doe eyes looking back at him aren’t making it any easier so he ducks his head down and starts licking at your nipple. You moan out, your eyes closing as you lay your head back onto your pillows. Billy moves his hand between your bodies so he can rub at your clit again, his hips rocking into you relentlessly. You’re quickly pushed over the edge, your orgasming crashing into you like a ton of bricks as you scream his name out. Billy let’s you ride it out for a bit before chasing his own, grabbing onto your hips as he drills into you impossibly hard and fast. You keep crying out his name, the sensation of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot over and over is excruciatingly pleasant. Your body thrashes around underneath him and Billy’s hips falter, pushing deep into you as he fills you up before he knows it’s happening. He’d meant to pull out but his own orgasm is abruptly ripped from him and he didn’t have time. He collapses on top of you, a panting mess while he attempts to kiss you.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, squeezing him tightly as you continue to whimper against his open mouth. It’s all ruined too quickly as you hear the front door open and slam shut.

“Honey! We’re home,” you hear your mothers voice.

Billy’s jumping off the bed, you follow suit and usher him to your closet, shoving him inside and grabbing your robe. You close the closet door and throw the robe on. You hop back into the bed and pull the duvet over your body.

“We were too worried about you so we left early,” your mom says as she opens the door.

You feel Billy’s cum leaking out of you and your eyes widen when you realize his clothes and boots are on display on the floor. Your mother notices your makeup first.

“Why are you wearing makeup?” she asks, furiously and then glances down to Billy’s boots sitting next to your bed. “Is there a boy in here?”

You spring out of bed, gathering Billy’s clothes and boots as your mother makes her way to the closet. You’re panicking but you know she’s already found you out. She opens the door wide and is met with a naked Billy, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead while he holds his hands over his junk. You watch in horror as he smiles at your mother.

“Hi,” he says, “I was hoping we’d formally meet before this but…”

You mother interrupts him by yelling your fathers name, “Grab the shotgun!”

Billy’s face falls and you quickly hand him his clothes, eyes telling him to run. He grabs them and books it for the door, down the hallway and out the front door. Your dad stands in the kitchen, watching as the naked boy runs from your room out the front door with his jaw dropped. You figure you’re already a goner so you step outside the door, waving to him as he gets in his car.

“Bye, Billy! See you tomorrow!” you call out and you can see him laughing, shaking his head before he starts up his car and peels out of the neighborhood as fast as he can.

Your mother yanks you inside and slams the door.

“If you think you’re going back to that school, you are sorely mistaken,” she shrieks but you can’t find yourself to care that you’ve upset her. You’d do anything to do that again with Billy.

#billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #bully #request

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 15 days

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All Night

Summary: This man has been on my mind like nobody’s business and I need to do something about it

Pairing: Swerve Strickland x F!Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, masturbation (female receiving), dom x sub dynamics, edging, adult language.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @mjfass , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

A/N: Thank you @theworldofotps for helping me choose the prompts 💕

-> Prompts are in red. And their credit goes to @delusionisaplace

“Are you ready?” He asked, eyes roaming her figure from behind, admiring how the pale blue silk dress laid on her body.

“Almost. Can you help me?” The small sapphire blue flower pendant dangled from the delicate chain draped around her forefinger.

“Of course, Sunshine” Swerve smirked, placing himself behind her. His long fingers covered her hand, softly pulling the necklace away from her grip. He unclasped the gold locket, placing it around her neck and softly securing it at her nape.

Her scent attracted him like a moth to the flame, his soft lips pressed against the side of her neck, above the pulse point. Swerve’s full lips parted as his tongue darted out to leave a wet trail on her skin.

“If you start this we’re going to get late” She sighed deeply, leaning back to rest her head on his shoulder.

She felt the pressure against her skin, along with the warmness of his breath as he spoke with a smirk “I’m not starting anything, I’m just making sure you’re fully ready”

“Oh, I am getting very ready” She teases, half jokingly.

Placing her hand on the back of his head, her fingers toyed with his mint-scented dreads, playing with the soft tips of his hair.

“I’ll fact-check that in a moment, you can be sure of that” Swerve teases back, sucking harder on her neck until her soft moans make him pull back to admire the glistening skin.

“There you go” He gave one last final lick on her pulse point “So everyone knows you're mine”.

“Baby, why did you have to do that right now?” She whined, failing to hide her desire behind the complaint.

“Because I felt like it” Swerve’s left hand pulled up her silk dress and balled up a bunch of fabric at her hips. His free hand sank into her baby blue lace panties, his warm palm covered her mound, long middle and ring finger circling her wet entrance.

“And because you belong to me, heart and soul” His fingers entered her pussy, filling her up in the most delicious way, causing her to moan louder.

“You’re mine, Sunny, aren’t you? So I can claim you whenever I want, no?”

“Yes, Sir”.

“It sounds selfish, but I can't help but want you all to myself. Even right now” His eyes met hers on the mirror reflection “The only thing I can think of is tossing you onto that bed and doing the most nasty things to you”. Swerve’s fingers turned up their pace, relentlessly thrusting in and out of her.

“Baby, please…Fuck” She grunted when his palm pressed down on her clit. “Oh shit, do that. Please, do all of that”

“Oh, I will” He chuckled against her ear, “But not right now”.

Swerve suddenly stepped back, making her instantly miss his fingers and body. The sarcastic grin plastered on his lips only served to make her even more frustrated.

“I hate when you do that! Can’t you show me some mercy before we go?” Her hands caressed his suit-covered chest “You’ve been teasing me all day, I’m not sure if I can take it”

“Of course you can take it, Sunshine” Swerve teased, his devious grin only grew as he placed her hand on top of his clothed erection and earned a small whimper from her lips.

“If you want this cock inside you, you will take everything I’ll put you through. You’ll receive every teasing and every time I edge you on that wedding tonight you’ll put a pretty smile on that face and a soft ‘Thank you, Sir’ will come out from those soft lips, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir”

“That’s my good girl, Sunny” Swerve placed a soft kiss on her lips “Are you ready to go now?”

She only nodded in return, making him chuckle “Good, let’s go”.

Swerve stopped by your bedroom door and turned to her with a sinister smile “Lady’s first”.

Her brows frowned in concern as her gaze stopped at his smile, it was her silent warning, Swerve was up to something and she was almost certain it would be something that she would despise.

As she passed by him to reach the stairs, the soft buzzing sound coming from between her thighs paired with her shaky moan made her realize that this was about to be a long, long night for her.

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jazzy-tzw · 9 months

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Keeping this lil tradition alive🫶🏽

Happy New Years Y’all!!

Y’all know I love coming on here to interact with everyone whether it’s about wrestling or anything else. I hope the year brings everyone nothing but happiness, good health, and prosperity! Love y’all, be safe, and have a good one🖤

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#blessings on blessings for everyone!#more life🫶🏽

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sweet-villain · 1 year

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Fashionably Late~E.M

Words : 6.1K

Angst

@amberolivia666 asked:

I have a request 🥺

Eddie is best friends with the reader and another girl. The other girl knows about the reader's huge crush on Eddie. One night, Eddie gets drunk, and the reader is taking care of him. You're laying him down on his bed, and he starts drunk mumbling, saying "oh by the way, the other night i had sex with (girls name) on this bed." And he keeps going on with the details. And the reader is just heartbroken.

You could decide if you want a happy ending .

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You threw the doors open to Family Video almost ripping it off it’s hinges while putting on your vest and running your fingers through your hair. Steve’s head popped from underneath the counter watching you stomp around until you stood next to him. His eyebrow rose in question on what has gotten you so angry all of sudden. He was too afraid to ask why you chose to almost rip the door like it was on it’s last breath.

You threw your hands up in frustration and annoyance, “ I don’t understand what that girl has that Eddie can’t seem to shut his mouth about.”

You were expecting an answer from Steve who’s yet to stand up from his position and instead be crowded himself in the corner while he stared up at you.

“ Earth to Harrington? Did you hear what I said?” You waved a hand in front of his face thinking he’s too lost in his thought or simply wasn’t listening to you. Steve blinked a couple of times before he stood up and leaned against the other side.

“ I did hear you and I don’t know what you want me to tell you. Tell me again who this is about?” Steve questioned like he had no idea who you were talking about when he kew exactly who it was. It was the girl that Eddie has been hanging out with a lot. It was getting on your nerves and all you seem to hear about how interesting she is or something new each day.

“ You know exactly who, Harrington. Stop jerking around” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. He put his hands up.

“ You know, why don’t you.. I don’t know, stop hanging out with Eddie… you’ve only been hurting yourself. Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?”

Your eyes got wide and you slapped a hand over his mouth like someone else was in the store and has heard you. You looked around to see if Steve had any earlier customers but the place was deserted and it was only the two of you.

He mumbled something into your hand which you didn’t understand. Steve licked your hand and you brought it away from his mouth to wipe it on the polo shirt he’s wearing. He glances down with a deep frown.

“ Thank you for that” he sarcastically says. “ There is no harm on telling him how you feel. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“ Um.. Harrington, you do know he’s my best friend and I might lose him. No, thank you. Where is your head today?”

“ I’m aware about your best friend being Eddie Munson of all people and my head is where it should be.”

“ I don’t know how sometimes I’m friends with you” Steve shook his head as he pouted. The door opened and the both of you turned to greet them when you saw it was only Max and Dustin walking in with Mike and El trialing behind them.

“ Oh it’s just you” Steve mumbled. Dustin stops as he puts his hand on his heart.

“ That was very hurtful Steve” he says. “ I have feelings you know” He adds.

Max rolled her eyes at the two as she smiled over to you. Her smile drops when you don’t return her smile and it looks like something was bothering you.

“ What’s with the face?” She asks, motioning with her hand on her face.

“ She’s pissed off about the girl that Eddie keeps talking about and hanging around with”

“ Oh she’s cool” Dustin says like he didn’t just hear that you were pissed off. If looks could kill, Dustin would be underground by now from the look on your face.

“ She is mad” El says as she looks over to you. “ Why?”

“ Because boys are stupid” Max answers.

“ Don’t worry about it El, Y/N is very sour that she’s not the girl that Eddie wants to hang out with.”

You took the films he stacked on the counter and knocked them on the ground as you stared at him.

“ Clean it up”

“ My tapes!” He shouted throwing his hands up in the air. “ That was uncalled for” he points a finger at you and walks around the counter to pick up the tapes you had dropped on the ground.

“ You know you should tell Eddie how you feel” El suggest. “ It might make you feel better” she adds. You throw her a shrug and shake your head.

“ I don’t want to lose him” she gives you a sympathetic look. “ Hey are you going to Tina’s party that’s happening on Saturday?” Steve asked forgetting he’s been inviting and dreaded going alone.

“ Why?” You ask.

“ Because I don’t want to go alone.”

“ Why don’t you ask Robin?”

He gives you the look like why didn’t I think of that but he already did.

“ She has a date with Vicky” he says. “ She’s finally got the courage to set something up to surprise her.”

“ At least someone has their balls” Mike mutters. Next thing he knew he was falling to the ground with Max towering over him, she glared at him.

“ Say that again and it will be your fingers I’ll snap”

You were thankful Max was on your side at least for this. But you spoke to soon when she turns her head saying you should tell Eddie how you feel otherwise you might miss a chance.

“ Just think on going with me, will you?” Steve asks. “ I really don’t want to go alone” he says.

Your lips draw in a thin line and he’s well aware that parties aren’t really your thing to go to. You weren’t really a people’s person either. Not the people you went to high school with and not the people you saw at parties.

“ They are stupid” you muttered. “ I’m sure you’ll find some girl there to charm and then you’ll leave me, all alone” Steve shakes his head.

“ Eddie will be there” he says. He was probably going to be there to sell to make some money. He wasn’t very much of a partier either.

“ Are you picking him up too, or is he meeting you there?”

“ He’s going to drive over there. There is no way he’s coming inside of my car” Steve says.

“ Will you pick me up, then?” Steve’s eyes got wide at your question and a smile appears on his face when he takes notices that your agreeing to go to the party with him. He slide over the counter but it was more like rolling to the ground.

The rest chuckle at this.

He quickly got up, fixing the vest and looks around.

“ No one saw anything” he says. Max smirked.

“ We saw everything” she says while Steve walks over to you and picks you up, twirling you around. Your feet hit the films on the shelf which he doesn’t take notice after the second twirl.

“ Awe man, come on! I just put those up this morning” he puts you down and groans.

“ Your own fault, Harrington” you muttered fixing your shirt. You hadn’t noticed the others have left during this leaving you alone with Steve.

“ Where did they go?” You looked around trying to see if they were playing hide and seek or something which was weird. Steve shrugs and looks over his shoulder.

“ It’s been awhile since you’ve been to party. Do you know what your going to wear?”

“ Don’t worry about what I’m going to wear, Harrington. I think you should be more worried about if you’ll go home with a girl” he glare over to you when he shoots back a you.

“ Oh? What about you and Eddie?”

Your eyes squint at him not knowing where he was doing with this.

“ What about it?” You asked.

“ You’re not going to tell him?” You shook your head.

“ Are you joking, Harrington? I’m sure there will other girls that would be more happy to go home with him than me. I mean, I’m not really pretty” you motion to yourself and Steve shoots you a look.

“ What? I am”

He shakes his head.

“ You’re pretty. Eddie is just blind to see it”

“ Is that suppose to make me feel better?”

“ Look I’m trying here!” He shouts throwing his hands up. “ You’re my friend and I would hate to see you get hurt by him. He’s dumb.”

The door opened and Keith walked through the door staring down the two of you.

“ We were stacking these” Steve says motioning to the shelf. Keith says something and walks to the back while you look at Steve.

“ Oh shut it, go put these in another section” he hands you a box of fills that were by his feet. The rest of the week went by quicker than you thought and it was Saturday. The party was happening tonight and you were dreading on going. Not because you were going to be around people you didn’t like.

But you were kinda scared seeing Eddie with another girl.

You were looking into your closet what you would wear to the party, throwing clothes left and right and creating a pile all over your room. Your anxiety was making fun of you because you started to question what if you chose the wrong outfit or what if you chose something that shown too much skin.

Your mind was racing with too many thoughts. You didn’t even know your bedroom door opened and Steve walked in. His eyes fallen on the sight of your room.

“ It looked like a tornado hit here” you jumped at the sound of his voice, throwing a shirt into his direction that was on the hanger. He catches in his hands and raises his eyebrows on what just happened.

“ You scared me, warn a girl” he pointed behind him to the door.

“ I have knocked and told you it’s me walking in” he says.

“ Be louder next time, Harrington” he sets the shirt he had in his hands on the chair while making his way to the chair in your room that didn’t have clothes on and sits down.

“ Let me guess, you want to look pretty to catch Eddie’s eye?” You cast him a look going back into the closest looking at the colors you had and the dresses. You were thinking on a skirt but you felt self conscious of your legs.

“ Should I wear a dress?” In your hands you held up two dresses and turn to Steve who had his arms across his chest as he looked between the two of you.

“ You wear what your comfortable in” you groan, throwing your head back.

“ You’re not helping, Harrington. Pick one” he hummed putting a finger to his chin while he thought on it. You sighed seeing the was taking his precious time in deciding.

“ You know what, your not any help at all. Maybe I shouldn’t go to the party” Steve stood u from the chair and walked around your room were he looked at your clothes and picked up a shirt for you to wear and a skirt that looked cute too to go with the shirt.

He hands you the outfit and turns you around pushing you into the bathroom.

“ Go get change, you are dramatic as Eddie. No wonder you like him so much” he mutters underneath his breathe.

“ I heard that!” You shouted from the closed bathroom. “ You were meant too, now hurry up” he says through the door. You mutter underneath your breath how he was being annoying as you changed into the outfit he has chosen for you and surprisingly it looked really cute.

Your heart raced at the thought of Eddie looking over at you and noticing you. It’s not like he didn’t notice you but you wanted him to come up to you and tell you how pretty you look.

He has never told you.

You opened the door and stepped out.

“ Well?” You did a twirl. Steve’s mouth hung open as he stared at the sight of you. You were really pretty like he always told you. “ Munson is missing out” Steve says and stood up from the chair he was sitting again in making his way to the door. In his hands he had his keys.

“ Ready?” You nodded, slipping on your shoes and following him out there door to his car. The party had many people you knew and didn’t know. Your eyes scanned the familiar faces. Those familiar faces turned to look at you, eyeing your chosen outfit and giving you a whistle.

Steve’s hand was on your shoulder leading you through the crowd.

“ I need a drink” you shouted to him through the loud music and scrunched your nose at the many popped around. This wasn’t really your scene.

You spotted the back of mane of curls and the Dio vest. Steve nudged your side as he motioned his head towards where Eddie stood. It looks like he was making a sale as he talked to the other girl. The two exchanged something while your eyes watched Eddie’s hair bounces as he looked around after making the sale.

Those brown doe eyes happen to fall on you and a smile spreads on his face. His eyes move to the person next to you, Steve and his smile drops. There is a hint of change in his eye as his jaw clenches.

“ Look there is your best friend” Steve mutters to you. To Eddie, it looked very different. He thought you came with Steve to the party and the two of you were flirting. He gripped his lunch box in his hands, tightly and vanished through the crowd. He wasn’t going to stand there and watch you flirt with Harrington.

He never really thought someone like him would be a match for you. He thought Steve Harrington would be more your style since Steve could spoil you more than he could. Eddie was your best friend.

You frown losing Eddie in the crowd thinking he went to do another sale.

“ Do you think he’s avoiding me?” You asked Steve who was too busy looking around the crowd in hoping to catch girls eye. He didn’t hear you which caused you to frown. You left him standing there making your way into the kitchen looking at the various drinks laid out and a stack of red cups for you to take.

Your hand reaches for a cup when another hand beats you to it. Your heart races seeing the ring clad hand and your eyes raise to meet the face of your best friend once again. He doesn’t have a smile on his face or any kind of look for that matter.

“ Sorry” you mouth to him through the loud music. He makes his way around the counter where he stands next to you. His arm brushing against yours and you swore you felt electricity from that brief touch.

“ I’ll make you a drink” he shouts through the loudness of the music, which isn’t his taste but he’s more here to make some money. He was surprised to see you here though. He knows your not a party person.

“ Surprised your here” he says starting a conversation as he makes your drink. His hair shield his face where you don’t see the look on his face and you badly wanted to reach out to move the hair away from his face.

“ I wanted to give it a try” your voice speak out for the first time seeing him after a week. He nods and hands you the drink he’s made for you.

“ You’ll like it, I promise you” he says. Your hand brushes his own causing you to gasp. You grabbed onto the cup and quickly draw it to your chest like his touch has burned you.

“ Thank you” he nods and leans with his back at the counter with his hands on either side.

“ So, Harrington? Huh?” He looks around the party, a deep frown on his face as he stands there still talking to you but avoiding eye contact.

“ Harrington, what?” You were confused on what Eddie was on about.

“ You like him or something?” Eddie didn’t want to look at you. He was too afraid to look to find out if you liked Steve. If you did, then it would break him and he didn’t know how to handle it.

“ Steve Harrington?” Your eyebrows knit together with a small chuckle leaving you. Eddie turns his head at the sound with his eyebrow knitted together in confusion on why you were laughing.

“ I don’t like Steve, he’s my friend” Eddie tilts his head to the side but nods. He’s not really convinced you don’t like Steve. Every girl seem to like a guy like Steve Harrington.

Your eyes don’t miss the girl that walks by who waves her hand over to Eddie as she calls to him. His head snaps over hearing his name being called, a smile appears on his face as he waves back at her.

“ Who’s that?” You asked, never really seeing the girl before. She looked to be new.

Eddie turns his head seeing the look on your face. He blinked twice to see if the look he saw was real. Jealousy. That’s what he saw. He blinked again and the look on your face was gone.

“ She’s my friend” he shrugged. “ Met her at the Hide Out. She came to watch us play” He adds. Your heart sinks knowing now you weren’t the only girl to watch his band play. Something in the air between you and Eddie felt different and you hated it.

“ Do you like her?” The question came from you suddenly catching Eddie off guard. His eyes scanned your face before he answered.

“ No” he shook his head. “ I like someone else” He adds. His eyes your reaction as he says it but to only to have you look away. Your eyes fall down to the drink in your hand finding the color of the drink more interesting than his face.

“ That’s cool” you nod feeling your heart sink to your stomach. “ I’m going to go dance” you add wanting to get away from his area, from him, you wanted to cry. But you took another drink from your drink slipping through the crowd leaving Eddie on his own.

His lips form a deep frown watching you walk away. What was that all about? He shrugged it off hearing his name being called.

Meanwhile, you were looking around the dancing face, scrunching seeing the sloppy making out sessions some of them were having while others were groping each other. You leaned your back against the wall when a voice catches your attention.

“ Well, Well, Well, if it isn’t the nerd” Jason’s voice calls to you as he stands next to you.

“ Go away, Carver” you rolled your eyes at the sight of him. “ You look lost” you add. He laughs.

“ So the nerd does talk” he looks you up and down as he sways. “ How about I teach you a few things?” He licks his lips as his arms falls to the wall next to you as he peers down at you. Your nose scrunches up smelling the alcohol on him.

“ Where is Chrissy?” You asked. “ Your little cheerleader broke your heart or something?” Justin frowned at the mention of her. His silence was giving you an answer.

“ You piss her off or something? “ He sighs as he leans next to you on the wall.

“ We had a big disagreement and told me to go cool off” he mumbles.

“ Poor you” Steve makes his way over to you seeing Jason talking to you.

“ Is he bothering you?” He asked, standing in the space between you and Jason as he glares over at him. Jason chuckles at the sight of Steve, and looks behind him at you.

“ Is this your dog?” He asks. Steve notices that Jason is drunk and grabs onto your wrist, puling you into the kitchen where he turns to ask if you were okay.

“ He didn’t hurt you or anything?” You shook your head. The red cup in your hands you left near the table where Jason stood. You didn’t want to drink anymore. You were feeling out of place at the party.

“ Can you take me home?” You asked. Steve was about to answer when the girl from earlier that you saw waved at Eddie walks over to you. She looks worried from the looks of it.

“ Are you, uh… Y/N?” She asks, looking you over. Eddie had given her a description on what you look like and the outfit you were wearing and from the look of it. She had found you.

“ Yes, did you need something?”

She nods, pointing behind her.

“ Eddie is in the bathroom asking for you. I believe he had more than a few to drink and I think it’s best if he goes home. I’ve tried and he’s only pushed me away.”

You look at Steve as he says he’s going to go start the car. He didn’t drink.

“ Thanks, I’ll take it from here” she nods averting her eyes for a moment feeling like she wanted to say something else but says nothing as you slip past her making your way to the stairs. There was a couple of the stairs making out.

“ Excuse me?” You shouted trying to move past them but they didn’t hear you. Your hand reached out to tug on the guys jacket who pulled away shooting you a glare.

“ Move!” You shouted into his face. He moves mumbling “ bitch” underneath his breath and takes the girls hand as the two walk downstairs into the living room while you head upstairs to find Eddie. You knock on the first three doors but they only have been bedrooms before you found the right door. Eddie was leaning against the bath tub with his head back while e had a bottle besides him that he’s been drinking from.

“ Eds?” The sound of your voice and the closed door catches him off guard. His head moves and his eyes land on you where his eyebrows knit together.

“ Is that you Y/N?” He slurs, moving to sit up but he groans and lifts up he bottle to take another drink from it when your hand stops him. “ I think you had enough for tonight. How about we get you home?”

“ I don’t want to go home” he says slurring looking up at you with a dopy smile on his face. “ You’re so pretty” he adds. “ such a pretty flower.”

Your cheeks flush from the comment and leans down to move the hair away from his face. “ Come on, drunky. Let’s get you home and into bed.”

“ Bed” he hums, “ sounds nice.”

“ Can you stand up, Eds?” He groans something and uses the bath tub with one hand to stand up. He’s wobbly on his feet and almost falls on top of you. “ Woah there, sleep will do you some good.”

You mange to help him out of the bathroom where he stumbles into some people when he gets outside.

“ Sorry!” You shout helping him down the steps.

“ They look funny” he slurs, chuckling as he points. “ They have circles. Are you a circle too?” He asks. You were holding in your own laughter, taking one step at a time. The door to the house opened and Steve steps in looking around for you.

“ Harrington!” Eddie shouts. Steve looks up watching as you were trying to help Eddie down the stairs. “ Oh Jesus” Steve mutters making his way up the stairs and helping you with Eddie down the steps.

“ Did you know Y/N is a circle? Does that make you a square, Harrington? What am I, then? A triangle? I am defiantly a triangle. I mean look at me, it screams triangle” Eddie kept muttering to himself while you and Steve were carrying him down the steps to the car.

“ Do you think I could be a star one day? They are so pretty and bright and they are free” Eddie continues. Steve opens the back door of his car while you push Eddie inside.

“ Hey, if you wanted me to be rough, sweetheart. You should of told me” Eddie says as he leans up on the seat putting his head behind your seat. You got into the passenger side looking at Eddie.

“ What kind of sandwich do you think I could be? What color do you think I could be? I would be black because that’s metal. You know? Peanut butter sandwiches are nice, I could give to flavor too. You know?”

Steve looks at you while he drive while Eddie continues to question what he would be like as an animal, a treat, a plant etc. It went on like that until Steve drove to the trailer. You never seen his side of Eddie before.

You didn’t know weather to laugh or comment on his questions. You sat in silence hearing what he talked about. He did have a lot to drink but why?

Once you reached the trailer, you turned to Steve thanking him while Eddie looked between the two of you.

“ Are you not going to kiss him, goodnight? What kind of person are you? Don’t be a meanie” Eddie says. You look at Eddie with a look and looked at Steve who looks amused.

“ I have one better” you tell Eddie. Eddie watches with wonder eyes and laughs when you flick Steve in the forehead. Eddie leans back into the backseat clutching his stomach while he laughs.

“ Alright time to go home, drunky” you slip out of Steve’s car as he helps you get Eddie into his bed. “ Will you be okay?” Steve asks, looking down at Eddie who’s laying on his bed with his hands over his head staring at the two of you.

“ Yeah, I’ll be fine” you muttered. “ Thank you, you know for the ride and this” he nods telling you to call him if anything. Steve leaves, leaving you with Eddie who’s happily wiggling his eyebrows at you like something is about to happen.

“ Oh, Eddie. What am I going to do with you?”

His eyebrows knit together in the question.

“ Love me” he says with his hands out making grabby motions with his hands. He was still dressed in his clothes.

“ Why don’t we get you out of your clothes and into something more comfortable? How does that sound?” He nods happily listening to you and sits up with a groan.

He watches as you take out some pajamas out of his top dressers while he leans down to take off his shoes and nudges them off with his feet. He lays back down on the bed working on his handcuff belt but doesn’t seem to get it off as he can’t.

“ Help” he says his hips are thrust up as he struggles to get his pants off. You turn around seeing the trouble look on his face and the little pout he has. When he sees you have not came over to help, he kicks his feet on the bed and whines.

“ Help” he says, trying again. “ Please” he adds. He was adorable even when he was drunk.You make your way over to him and help him take down his pants, cheeks were lighting up red having to undress him. Your eyes peek at his tummy trail that looks delicious to leave kisses on. But you bite your lips watching him slip his shirt off and turn around after handing him his pajamas. Your face was bright red and when he giggled telling you to turn around seeing him in bed with his brown doe eyes staring up at you.

“ Stay” he says patting the space next to him. You couldn’t help but look at how cute he looks right now. You couldn’t not stay with him, you were going to anyways until he was sober up.

“ Let me get you some water and ibuprofen and I’ll be back” Eddie huffs putting his arms across his chest having to wait for you but doesn’t say anything. You make your way into the kitchen searching around.

“ Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Eddie kept shouting your name from the bedroom being impatient meanwhile you told him you’d be back. Once you found what you were looking for, you walk back to find him curled up on his side with his hair over his cheeks, some strands in his eyes too.

“ Hi” He says happily once he sees that your back. “ I want to talk to you about something” he adds. You slip off your shoes and crawling into bed with him while he scooted back to give you some room.

“ What is it?” He giggled hiding his face into the pillow. His cheeks were red.

“ You know the girl that waved to me at the party?” You nod, not sure where he was going with this. “ We had sex on this very bed, last week!” He shouts, slapping his hand on the mattress with a giggle. Your smile drops from your face and your heart sinks to your stomach.

This wasn’t something you wanted to hear from him or talk about.

“ She would make all these noises and guess what, I’ve made her squirt! Squirt! I never done that to a girl, you know?” He says. He doesn’t look at your face. Your eyes were becoming glossy. He thought you were listening to to him.

“ She has even left her marks, look I think one of them is still there” he says looking down at his chest searching for it. It was very small when he finds it and points to it with his finger.

“ Look, it’s so small” he says looking at up you. “ Are you looking, Y/N?”

“I’m looking” you wren’t really looking. You were staring at his bat tattoo instead of the make. It was hurting too much that he’s talking about the girl he had sex with. Why now?

Does he know you like him?

“ She scratched me up pretty good too know and she made me cum more than twice! I think it was three… wait.. no four… was it four?” He asked, laying down on the bed. There was a sudden change in color on his face and he shot up in bed, covering his mouth.

“ I think I’m going to be sick” he says racing to the bathroom where you found him hurling into the toilet. You took the rubber band off your wrist and wrapped his hair up in a pony tail while you rubbed his back.

There were tears rolling down your cheeks from listening in what he told you before he races to the bathroom. You had a lump in your throat that was very hard to swallow.

Eddie flushes the toiled and you helped him up as he stood by the sink, gripping it with his hands.

“ I’m never drinking again” he says taking his toothbrush and putting some toothpaste on it. You helped him steady it as he brushed his teeth. He has yet to notice the tears rolling down your cheeks and how heart broken you look. The silence finally hits him as he takes notice you haven’t had said a word. His eyes meet yours in the mirror.

“ You’re crying” he says. His eyebrow knit together. “ Did something happen?” You shook your head with a hand on his back. “ Let’s get you to bed. You need sleep.”

Eddie follows you to bed where you help him in. He watches your every movement and you start to head to the door when you shut off his lights.

“ Stay” he says. The sound of his voice has your heart breaking even more. But you can’t handle being around him right now. No matter how much you care about him and how much you love him.

“ I’ll be on the couch” Eddie doesn’t say anything anymore but he looks as you close his door and hear the sound of your footsteps making their way to the living room. He hears the small plump of you sitting down on the couch. He rolls over on his back as sleep takes over him.

The next morning when he wakes up. He has a pounding heading and reaches over on his beside table for the ibuprofen and the water bottle that you had left there for it. He yawns as he stretches and stands up from his bed making his way into the living room. His eyes don’t catch you sleeping on the couch in the morning, it’s only the sight of Wayne that he sees there.

He looks around his kitchen seeing no note or nothing from you. His brain races knowing last night you were there helping him. There are bits and pieces that he’s remembering but no all of it. He turns around heading to the bathroom for a shower. He’s going to call you later.

When Eddie calls you later, the phone rings and rings and your not picking up. You stare at in your bedroom as it does. You know it’s him but you don’t want listen to him. You heard enough yesterday. The person he likes, it’s not you. It’s her. You felt really stupid for falling for your best friend when you weren’t even a choice to him.

You thought things would be different with him.

You’ve been really quiet at school too, not really answering question and sitting away from Eddie. Not defending him against Jason. The Hellfire table felt empty without you. You spend your lunch period in the library catching on studying. At work you don’t speak to Robin or Steve either.

You aren’t yourself and everyone can see that.

The drama room opened and Robin stepped in with Steve trialing behind her.

“ Robin?” Dustin asked.

“ Alright, dingus” she looks at Eddie sitting on his throne looking at her confused on why she’s here. “ What did you do? Because if you haven’t noticed one of our best friends, the person you seem to fawn over has stopped communicating with all of us. I want to know what you’ve done and you better stop talking or I’ll throw your ass across this room..” She glared down at Eddie.

Eddie looks at her wide eyed.

“ We don’t know what he did either. None of us do”

“ She was last seen with you, we took you back to your trailer from the party. What did you do?” Steve asks this time. He leans his hands on the table as he glares at Eddie.

“ Talk now” Steve demands, slamming his hand on top of the table.

“ I don’t know what I did! She won’t talk to me either!” Eddie shouted standing up from his throne.

“ Think Eddie, what did you say to her last?” Jeff says.

Eddie stands there looking around his friends as they all look at him for answers which he doesn’t know. His brain races at the last time he saw you. You were crying at something. He remembers telling you about the girl he slept with too.

“ I told her about the girl I slept with…” he says. Robin’s eyes are wide and Steves too.

“ You’re an idiot, Munson” Steve says.

“ What do you mean?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows knitted together as his chest feels like someone is clenching it.

“ she’s in love with you, dammit! How stupid can you be!?!” Dustin shouted as he stood up from his seat. “ Are you that much of an idiot to notice she hasn’t dated anyone and spend all of her time with you?” Mike asks.

“ You’re all she talks about” Steve tells him. Eddie’s eyes grow wide and his mouth feels dry. He had to talk to you.

“I’ve got to go!” He shouts.

But, when he gets to your house, your mom answers the door.

“ Is Y/N home?” Your mom shakes her head.

“ She went to take some time off visiting her grandparents. She wasn’t doing so good, the school agreed she needed some time too. I’m sorry, Eddie” his heart sank knowing he was too late.

“ Would you tell her I’ve stopped by if you talk to her?” Your mom nods. “ Take care” your mom tells him as she closes the door. Eddie walks back to his van with his head hang knowing he has hurt you to cause you to go away.

You didn’t want to see him and he would wait for you to come back.

#Eddie Munson #Imagine Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #jewls writes #Stranger things x reader #Eddie Munson angst

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My Sweet Angel

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem Reader

Summary: Based off my previous fic Heaven:

Keeping their relationship a secret considering the reader is the younger sister of Jimmy, Jey, and Solo, things get tough for Sami and the reader's relationship, having to make a big choice when things implode...

Warnings: Swearing (Sorry if there's any typos I literally just whipped this up quick asf because I saw the opportunity lmao)

Word Count: 1.9k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @melissahausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linzi-land @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980 @alexisquinnlee-bc

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Ever since that night in my hotel room, Sami and I kept it behind my family's back, but we were as close as close could get. Not leaving each other's sides, always laughing and putting smiles on each other's faces, he even started calling me his little angel, which always made my heart flutter.

My heart was filled with such strong emotions and overflowed just by looking at him. With all that emotion came a great price though.

Anxiety nor paranoia could even describe how I felt when Roman was around. Thankfully, I didn't have to worry as much considering my older brother Jey finally loosened up and became friends with Sami. But Roman was always questioning him, testing him, and when Tribal Court came?

Jey was my savior that day, protecting Sami from Solo's attack and Roman's accusations. I knew there was nothing I could do. Like any of them would listen, but I was so grateful Jey knew that things weren't right.

Deep down inside, I knew this wasn't over. After having my own title match, I was informed only Sami and Paul would be going out with Roman during the main event. My heart instantly dropped. I tried to shower and watch the women's rumble match, considering the winner could very well be my next opponent.

But I couldn't stop worrying. Jumping at the knock on my door:

"Hey, my angel. You in there?"

"Coming!" I rushed to the door, Sami trying to smile for me, but I could tell that he was worried sick just like me. We both knew tonight was going to be rough.

"I just wanted to give you a hug before I go out there with Roman," He whispered softly, knowing that he really needed some kind of comfort, that I gladly gave him with a tight hug:

"You listen to me. Don't do a thing out there. Don't talk to either of them, just let them wrestle. Okay? This is Roman's fight. Not yours."

"I will, angel," I could even hear his hurt through his voice, wanting to take it away, squeezing him tight before I picked up my head to kiss:

"And just be careful. Please."

He only nodded, pressing his lips a little harder and it nearly put me in tears. He kissed me as if it were the last chance he'd get to. Watching him walk away, I let those few tears fall, but having to clean myself up as I heard my phone, seeing Jimmy's contact pop up.

Jimmy, Solo, and Jey had me come to their locker room to watch the match and it had me on the edge of my seat. Kevin Owens was no push over and how he kept kicking out was mind blowing. All till Roman speared him through the barricade.

That was the beginning of the end. Roman beating the back of his head against the steel steps, getting him in the ring and I couldn't even watch Roman get the pin as Solo was at the door walking out, "Let's go."

I never felt my heart race so quickly, making our way out to the ring with Roman in the center, titles held high, Sami just staring at us like a plea for help.

Just the look Roman gave to Jimmy, Jey, and Solo had me swallowing a breath. Jumping into the ring just to start beating the shit out of Kevin. He wasn't exactly a friend of mine or anything, but superkick after superkick, just a straight up beat down, it was hard for even me to watch.

If things couldn't get any worse, Roman's laughs caught my attention, handcuffs jingling in each of his hands. I never felt so scared and useless, just standing in the corner, watching Kevin get handcuffed to the ropes, completely defenseless and taking even more superkicks from Jimmy and Jey.

I couldn't watch anymore, but looking and seeing Roman putting the chair in Sami's hands, screaming at him:

"DO IT! HIT HIM!"

We all knew that deep down inside, Sami cared for Kevin, and I wanted to grab them both and just book it out of there, but Sami tried to deescalate the situations, telling Roman this wasn't worth his time, just for Roman to yell even louder:

"I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN!"

There was no way out of this, Roman standing before Kevin Owens as Sami stood behind him with the chair and for a moment, Sami stared at me in the corner, as if he was telling me that he was sorry, filling the entire arena with gasps when the chair smacked Roman's back.

I started shaking so hard, seeing the looks on Jimmy and Solo's faces, just to watch Sami eat one of the nastiest superkicks Jimmy's ever delivered. Covering my mouth, I could only watch in the corner, Jimmy and Solo taking turns beating up Sami.

Roman made it to his feet and I thought I had some hope when he pointed at Sami, commanding Jey to join in on the beating, but Jey didn't move.

"Jey, please-" I whispered, but the crowd's roar blocked out my words, everyone in even more shock as Jey shook his head and left the ring, clearly fighting some hard feelings.

All that did was piss Roman off even more, taking the chair again, and that's when I couldn't just stand there anymore. I refused to stand here and watch Roman do this.

The crowd was almost deafening when I ran over to Sami, hugging his body and bracing myself for an impact, Roman going to swing, but leaving the chair in the air. Staring at me confused.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Just stop this! Please!" I pleaded, shaking my head and trying to fight the tears, but I failed miserably, crying horribly, "Roman, please!"

"And why should I?!" Things just went from horrible to worse, Roman trying to yank me away from Sami's limp body, but I was hugging him so tight that I wouldn't budge, "He claims he's, our family?!" He just hit me with this damn chair! He ain't our family!"

"Yeah! BUT HE'S MY BABY!" I screamed so loud that it strained my voice, silence falling with all eyes on me. Now I was the one who was pissed, eyes staring a hole through Roman, "I love him, and I won't let you do this to him!"

Jimmy and Solo only exchanged looks, not sure what to do, and Roman was having none of it, laughing at me:

"You? You were the 'angel' I heard him talk about before?"

"I am," I huffed, sending the crowd crazy as I stood up tall, measuring up Roman, glaring, "And if you try to hurt him again. You're going to deal with me."

"Jimmy! Solo!"

"Angel, please," I turned my head for only a second when I felt Sami's hand around my ankle, desperately trying to pick himself up, but I kept protecting him, not sure if Jimmy and Solo were going to listen to Roman:

"Jimmy! Solo! Get your sister, NOW!"

"Sis-" Jimmy at least didn't want to do this, taking my hand softly, but when I tried to snatch it away, Solo was at my other, both pulling me into a hug that I couldn't break.

"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE ANY ONE OF YOU! STOP!"

Damn them for having such a tight grip, no matter how hard I trashed and kicked, I couldn't escape Jimmy and Solo, crying and screaming while Roman smacked Sami with the chair. Over and over till his body was motionless. Looking dead against the mat.

I literally couldn't breathe, and Jimmy let his guard down because of that, trying to calm me down:

"Y/N, it's-"

"Fuck you!" I cried angrily, elbowing him hard so that I was free and running back to Sami's body, a death stare locking into Roman's eyes while he stood over us, having the damn nerve to smile.

The crowd was chanting exactly what I was thinking, "Fuck you, Roman!" Never heard such loud boos and screaming in an arena before. I had never been so hurt and Roman deserved to get hit with that chair after everything he'd done.

"And don't worry, I'm not finished with you, either," Roman's authority meant nothing to me now, his words meaningless and I made sure he knew as I growled back:

"Go to hell."

I refused to let Sami go till they were out of the ring and out of my sight, a bit relieved when he finally started to move, medical personnel tending to him and Kevin. Just to prove my loyalty to them as well, I already had Sami's arm wrapped around me once he was out of the ring, but I look Kevin's too, strong enough to be a base for both of them.

"You know," Kevin huffed, even while beat up, smiling at him, "You got yourself one hell of a girl, Sami."

Sami didn't say a word, but I could see the small smile through his hair, parting ways once we were in the back and I made sure that the medical personnel checked him thoroughly, needing to make sure that he wasn't hurt.

He did need his midsection wrapped up and with the time given, I moved like the wind to get all our stuff out of my locker room and made sure Roman nor my brothers were there, Jey nowhere to be found either.

I was out of breath and panting when I got back to Sami in the ME office, looking and listening to his soft voice:

"Come here, angel."

Great, here came the tears again as I came and hugged him softly, the scene of Roman beating him with that chair burned into my mind, all I could do was cry.

Sami hugged me back as tightly as he could, head against mine as he whispered, "I'm gonna be alright, okay? I'm sorry that I started all these problems with your family-"

"No, Sami," Picking my head up and wiping away my tears so he could see the seriousness in my eyes, "Roman damn well knows that what he did was unfair to you. Roman and my brothers have used you, worked you like a dog, and I understand how you feel about Kevin. Roman deserved to get hit with that chair, but you did not deserve what he just did to you."

I had to step away again and breathe, wiping away more tears. All I could think about was beating Roman's ass myself, but Sami pulled me back into another hug, fighting his own tears:

"Kevin's right. I sure have one hell of a girl."

"I'd fight my brothers, I'd fight Roman," I sniffled, holding his forehead to mine and crying, "I'd fight the whole damn world for you, Sami. I wish I could've done more. It makes me feel like shit."

"I got myself into this mess with Roman, okay?" Picking his head up and being strong for me, he made sure to look into my eyes while assuring, "And we will get out of it. I promise. Don't beat yourself up over this."

Nodding softly, I just hugged him again, needing the comfort, and as always, he knew how to make me smile some, praising me:

"Also, I've never seen someone so badass stand up to Roman like that."

"I should've kicked him in the dick now that I think about it," I tried making myself laugh and it helped somewhat, not as much as what I heard next:

"You did all you could with the odds stacked against you, and I love you even more for that, my sweet angel."

"I love you too, Sami," Voice breaking down on me while my hands cradled his face, kissing softly, "I love you so much."

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #wwe fluff #sami zayn #sami zayn x reader #sami zayn imagine #sami zayn fic #sami zayn fluff #sami zayn x y/n #read and enjoy #wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fluff

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writtingrose · 2 years

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The time has come.

I feel like a lot of us lately have decided to change up our blogs and, unfortunately, WrittingRose is doing the same.

This blog had brought me immense joy and some of the most amazing friends I’ve ever had. However, it no longer fits my writing style or me. While there are a lot of good memories there are also some not so good and I no longer want to live in the shadow of the past.

I am stepping away as a writer from WrittingRose. I will leave my writing up but will not post anything new here. Instead, I have started a blog dedicated to just my writing under an entirely new name.

I’m still debating if I want to move all my current works to that account as well or start completely fresh. But don’t worry! Rose will still be here to shit post pics, AEW live blogs, other people’s writing, etc. There just won’t be any new writing from this account.

It’ll take a few weeks to get the new blog prepared to launch. However, if you would be interested in following it, shoot me a message. I’d love to have the support there as well.

TAG LIST: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @shayscorpio @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @shortyiceheart @lghockey @susanleann1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @kcloveswrestling @theworldofotps @itjazzbicch @alanangels @sillynilly27 @sxmmarie @munsinner @damnnhausen @crowleysqueenofhell @mrsmatt @sophiewolfheart-blog

#hope these tags worked #It's been real #this is really hard #starting from scratch

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codchrist · 1 year

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You know I've been thinking about this what if this Becky's punishment for fighting for her and Bianca's finale at Summerslam last year? If it is that's fucking stupid

@theworldofotps @moxxieswitchblade @axelwolf8109 @flawlessglamazon @katries @retro-rezz-the-est @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

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a-valourous-choice · 2 years

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Okay I’ve decided I’m going to do the new version of to build a home. It still has a vast majority of the same characters, and Virgil is still ✨ traumatised ✨ but he’s a teen straight away in this one. He’s also Patton’s biological son and Thomas’s biological brother (don’t worry Patton is a good dad 👍)

So anyone who was on the To Build A Home taglist,[ @ab-artist @lightningbug04 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @violets-gay-thoughts @firefox2215 @boldbrash-fandertrash ] do you want to be on the taglist for this story instead or just taken off altogether? 😊

Anyone else, feel free to ask questions 😊

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memosfrombernard · 3 years

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Just a reminder sir

#thank you for the reminder #we're on track but just barely #office hours #irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

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theworldofotps · 8 months

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Daddy's Biggest Fan (Drabble)

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 574 Description: Y/n takes their child to see Hook wrestle for the first time

Requested by: @sunrise28sblog I loved writing this and really hoped you enjoy it. ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. Hook Taglist: @wickedval __________

Y/n smiled as she walked slowly down the hallway her hand gently holding that of her three year old son, they made their way through the backstage area. “Daddy?” The small boy called out craning his neck to try and see which wasn’t easy given he was so small. Y/n scoops him up so he could see better as they made their way in the direction of Tyler’s locker room. “Don’t worry my love we’ll find him we just have a few more turns and we’ll be there.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek they walked a little longer and y/n stops gently setting her son on the ground.

“Look who it is bubs.” She pointed up the hallway smiling when her son’s eyes landed on the man, he loved more than anyone apart from her.

“Daddy!” His squeal caused heads to turn light chuckles hitting her ears as Tyler quickly turned around and gasped bending down. Y/n let their son’s hand go watching as he quickly toddled down the hallway towards his dad.

“Hey buddy you excited to see daddy wrestle for the first time?”| Tyler asked holding his son close smiling into a face so similar to his own chuckling as the small boy cheered nodding his head and hugging him. Y/n walked over joining them and smiled when Tyler wrapped an arm around her waist kissing her softly. “Hello gorgeous I thought you two were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago?” “Sorry babe we ran into your dad, and you know he can’t resist spending a few minutes with his grandson.” Y/n smiled listening as their son excitedly chattered away to Tyler about well she couldn’t really understand what but they both seemed to be having fun. Making your way into the locker room you sat down on the couch. “And you’ve already seen daddy’s title but I’m defending it tonight.”

Pulling your phone out you snap a couple pictures of them and a small video, the video would be something for yourselves. Despite sharing some things Tyler was still a private person when it came to his life and your child.

“Are you guys going to be ringside or stay in the gorilla?”

“I figured the gorilla since he’s still so little and I don’t want the crowd to be overwhelming for him. But uncle Dan said that he had a nice quiet spot all set up for us.”

Tyler smiled nodding his head as he sat down beside his fiancée and their son crawled over onto her lap, he’d been dreaming of this day for the last three years and it was finally here. He couldn’t want to see what his son thought of seeing daddy wrestle in real time. When a knock sounded on the door the trio made their way from the room making their way to the gorilla. “Okay I have to go out now, but I’ll be back when I’m finished.” He kissed the small boy’s head then stood up and kissed y/n with a soft smile as he moved the hair out of his eyes.

“You’re going to do great we’ll be here when you’re finished.”

“Thank you I’ll see you in a few I love you both.”

“We love you too.”

“Love you daddy.” Tyler’s smile widened more as he ruffled his son’s hair, and his music began sending them both a wink he walked out feeling on top of the world.

#hook aew #hook fanfiction #tyler senerchia #aew #hook x reader #aew hook

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sadhours · 1 year

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Bully - Part 2 of 3

warnings: controlling parents, very brief smut

taglist: @bbyhargrove @whore-of-the-pumpkin-patch @shamidreamer @180-fuck-me @rosey96 @hargrovesswifee @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

A routine has fallen in to place, Billy’s at your locker every morning with that arrogant smirk on his face and his hand out to ‘steal’ the Hostess snack from you. Little does he know, you started buying two instead of one and more days than not, you buy Snoballs for Billy because you’ve learned they are his favorite of the Hostess variety. You never buy a Ding Dong again, still feeling incredibly embarrassed at the dirty joke he’d made but you switch it up sometimes so he doesn’t suspect you’re buying it solely for the purpose of him. As it turns out, you like the attention you’re getting from him, even if it isn’t very nice attention.

Almost every night the past few weeks, your hand sneaks into your pajama pants as images of Billy flood your mind. You don’t know how to touch yourself, no idea where to even begin but you firmly press your palm against your vagina over your underwear as you think about Billy’s face and his voice. His voice excites you most. You do that until you fall asleep and the stickiness on your thighs has been annoying but not as bed as having to hide your underwear in the morning, afraid of your mother finding it and flipping out about you being a slut or something. You don’t know if liking Billy in this way makes you a slut but you still feel ashamed every time.

“What’s up, loser?” Billy’s voice coats your ears as you begin dialing in your code. The words are meant to be cruel and Billy curses himself for how flirty his tone comes out, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

“Good morning,” you tell him, unzipping your backpack and grabbing the packet of Snoballs and sliding them into his palm.

“You’re like obsessed with these,” he comments, raising an eyebrow. He gives your face another once over and then asks, “What’s that all over your face?”

“It’s called makeup,” you reply, cheeks reddening. You’d put it on in the gas station bathroom and you’d have to wash it off there on your way home.

“You trying to impress some guy?” Billy asks and his tone sounds almost jealous, possessive. It makes your heart beat faster as you think, yeah, you.

“Who is he?” Billy asks pointedly when you don’t respond, looking around like the imaginary suitor could be nearby.

You shrug, taking pleasure in his apparent jealousy though you don’t understand it.

“Probably some other geek,” he snivels, pushing himself up from your locker and retreating down the hall. The interaction leaves you wanting more, craving for him to look at you like that again. It’s odd, though. You can’t fathom why he’s taken an interest in your social life other than to antagonize you for the lack of it.

As you’re walking to class, you see him grope Tina’s ass but his eyes are trained on you and the high pitched giggle she gives hurts your heart. You didn’t even realize they might be a thing. However, she is typically right behind him and making rude comments about your appearance when she can. You force yourself to ignore the jealousy coursing through your blood and get yourself to class.

Billy’s outside, smoking alone against the gym wall. He looks up as he hears a vicious laughter and sees you walking with your books pressed tightly to your chest. The laugher is coming from a tall brunette boy behind you, Billy thinks he’s a underclassmen, maybe a sophomore or junior. He takes a drag from his cigarette as he watches on curiously. He wonders if maybe this is the boy you’re wearing makeup for. The kid gets really close to your face, Billy tries to make out what he’s saying but it’s hard to tell from here. He feels jealous, wonders what makes this guy so special. Then the guy shoves your shoulders, causing you to drop all your books to the ground. Billy tenses, it’s like looking in a mirror but instead of the excitement he usually gets from seeing the anguish on your face, he’s incredibly angry. He’s pushing himself up off the wall just as the kids shoving you a second time, however this time, you fall to your knees and hands. Billy barrels over to the bully and you, he grabs onto your elbow and lifts you to your feet before grabbing a hold of the kids collar and shoves him against the wall.

“You like putting your hands on girls?” Billy growls and the kid whimpers and squirms beneath him. “You think you can just push her around?” he seethes, dropping the kids collar.

He winds up his fist, ready to knock the kids lights out when he hears your sniffling. Instead, he shoves the kid and tells him, “I fucking see you even look at her and you’re dead. You hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” the kid says frantically, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll leave her alone.”

“Now get the fuck out of my sight,” Billy let’s go of his collar. The kid scatters away quickly but Billy doesn’t give him a second glance. He’s stalking over to you and grabbing a hold of your elbow and guides you to the parking lot, ignoring your confused protests. He opens the door to his Camaro and instructs you to sit.

He walks around and pops his trunk open, your eyes following him curiously. Your hearts racing, trying hard not to look at the scrapes on your knee. When you see blood, you panic and you’re already trying to hold back sobs. Billy standing up for you was strange, when you saw him walking over, you’d fully expected him to join in and then when you saw the absolute rage in his eyes. He walks back around and squats down in front of you, lifting a tiny red first aid kit and resting it between your legs. You suddenly feel self conscious, worried that from his angle he can see your underwear so you grab the hem of your skirt and try to cover yourself. Billy pops open the case and grabs out a small stack of antiseptic wipes. He rips open one with his teeth and locks his eyes on yours. Your breath catches in your throat, seeing Billy on his knees between your legs brings chills up the back of your thighs and you choke out a small sob, quickly bringing the back of your hand to wipe away the tears.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, softly.

Billy begins cleaning up the wounds on your knees, the alcohol on the pads stings the sensitive skin and you hiss.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “It could get infected if you don’t clean it.”

“No,” you hiccup, “why are you being nice?”

Billy sighs, reaching back into the case and pulling out the tube of Neosporin. He squeezes the ointment on his finger and gently coats the scratches with it. “What do you mean?”

With a sniffle, you continue, “Why do you care? Why did you yell at him?”

“Is that the guy you put all the makeup on for?” Billy looks back up at you, his eyebrows furrowed. He doesn’t get why you’re not thanking him for standing up for you, so he figures that must be why. “That guys a loser, you shouldn’t like him.”

“Huh? What? No, I don’t like him,” you mumble, watching as Billy puts bandages over the cuts. “I just mean, you’re always so mean to me, why are you being nice now?”

Billy closes the box up and looks back up at you, “I’m not mean to you.”

“Yeah, you are,” you argue, “You’re very mean to me. Now you’re acting like you care about me. I don’t understand.”

Billy stands up, looking down at you now. He leans his arm against the side of the Camaro as he peers into your eyes. From his view, the sun catches on your face beautifully even through the shine of your tears, Billy thinks you look gorgeous. He sighs and then mumbles under his breath, “I like you.”

“What?” you ask, unable to hear what he said.

“Nothing,” he groans, pulling you to your feet with a grip on your elbow. “You better get back to class, loser.”

“See?” you shriek, pointing at him. “Mean. You’re being mean, again.”

“It’s not mean,” he seethes as he crosses his arms.

You scoff, feeling your blood boil, “If it’s not mean, what is it? You think it makes me feel good when you call me names or trip me in the halls?”

Billy grins suddenly and it only makes you angrier, you don’t understand him at all. He’s the most confusing person in the whole world. Maybe that’s part of it for him, this is just all a part of his bullying.

“I’m not being mean,” Billy bites his lip and traps you against his car, placing a hand on either side of your shoulders, “I’m flirting with you, loser.”

“Flirt- what?” you look up at him incredulously.

You’ve never experienced someone flirting with you before. You’ve never in your life had a single boy show any interest in you but you didn’t think what Billy was doing was flirting. It kind of makes sense to you, though. Since the teasing had started, you began feeling certain things you’d never felt before, you found yourself looking forward to seeing Billy at school but every girl at this school thought he was cute and you thought so too, so you figured you just liked any attention from such a cute boy. Flirting wasn’t being mean though, was it? That’s not what you’d seen in movies or the romance novels your mom kept hidden in the laundry room. You’d tried to read them a handful of times but always got too embarrassed.

“Flirting,” Billy chuckles, “do you know what that is?”

“Yes!” you fumes, cheeks ablaze. “If you’re flirting with me then that means…”

Billy’s hand drops to your waist, curling around the flesh and squeezing, “Means what?”

You swallow the lump in your throat but it does nothing to help the words climb through. Billy seems to like the reaction he’s getting from you, his fingertips traveling up under your top and ghosting the sensitive skin. You panic, jumping from the touch and pushing his hand away.

��Do you like me?” Billy asks, dropping his hand to his side.

“I don’t know,” you whisper as you look down, embarrassed by the way his touch has made your legs feel shaky.

“You know,” he sings, hooking his knuckle under your chin and urges you to look back up at him. “How does it make you feel when I touch you?”

“Uh…” you swallow hard, eyes darting across the freckles decorating his nose and cheeks. He’s so pretty, his intense gaze has you hypnotized. You don’t even try any further to answer him.

Billy chuckles and steps away from you, “I’m just messing around with you.”

You grab your backpack and scurry off before he can say anything else. You hear his car start up as you’re rushing back to the school, not daring to look back at him.

“What happened to you?!” your mother exclaims when you walk through the door.

“Oh, I tripped,” you lie as you try to walk past her. She grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you back.

“Is that makeup?” she inquires, her tone more sad than angry.

You bring your hand up to your cheek, realizing that you’d forgotten to wash it off on the way home and you’re certain that there’s trails of mascara staining your face. In the daze that Billy had left you in, you’d walked home like a zombie, thoughts clouded with his words, eyes and fingers.

“Momma,” you mumble, “I’m sorry. Some girls at school wanted to put it on me. I was trying to make friends.”

She peels your backpack off and dumps the contents onto the floor, seeing for herself that you were lying as the tube of mascara, lipstick and the tiny compact of blush fall out. Along with the Hostess snack you’d neglected.

“What has gotten into you?” she scolds, “Is it a boy?”

Visions of blonde curls, icy blue eyes and pink lips force their way into your head as you shake it. “No,” you mutter, “I’m just trying to fit in.”

“Acting like a whore is no way to fit in,” she bites back.

You sniffle, tears making their return and you find yourself wanting to run back out the door to find Billy.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, getting on your knees to collect your school items and shove them back into your backpack. You pick up the makeup and hand them to your mothers expecting hands. Without looking up, you know she’s stomping to the kitchen to throw them away.

“Go to your room,” she orders and you obey without a protest, shutting the door behind you and finding solace in your bed.

Curling under the covers and closing your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself. You picture it’s Billy’s arms around you and you find yourself finally answering his question.

“Yes,” you whisper to the empty room. “It feels good when you touch me.”

You wonder what would have happened if you’d just answered him, would he have kissed you? His words before you left ring through your ears, I’m just messing around with you.

Your mom has started to pick out your clothes before school. The only dresses and skirts you’re allowed to wear are the ones that go past your knees. Billy’s noticed, thinks the way he approached you scared you and that maybe you were ashamed of the way he looked at you. So he does a complete 180, he stops antagonizing you but not only that, he stops talking to you all together. Which in turn has your self confidence plummeting. You assume it’s because you’re no longer wearing what you wanted to wear.

You’re eager to get his attention back. The first plan is to sneak one of your shorter skirts in your backpack and change into it when you get to school. You had to get crafty since your mom had taken to doing backpack checks before you left each morning. You folded it up as small as you could and volunteered to take the trash out, while you were outside you hid it in the neighbors bushes.

However, when you’re at school and you’ve changed into it, Billy’s eyes still don’t follow you like they used to. Even when you’re walking past him and Tommy in the hallway, you drop your pencil and bend over to pick it up but when you turn around, Billy’s not watching, he’s chewing his pinky nail and looks totally engrossed in whatever dumb thing Tommy is blathering about.

Determined, you start hiding skirts and low cut shirts in your locker, along with some makeup you’d purchased at the drugstore. You purposefully start walking by his car during lunch, where he’s lounging with his friends and you hope that his friends say something to you just so he’ll have a reason to look at you. It doesn’t work. Tina and Carol make comments but Billy’s eyes never fall on you. You’re getting more desperate by the day.

You’re beginning to gather the attention of other boys but it’s nothing compared to the way Billy used to look at you. They’re nervous in their approach, fiddling with their fingers and unable to hold eye contact. Billy’s all about eye contact, like he can see something in there. God, you’d give anything to meet those blues again. Still, you attempt to flirt back with the new suitors, trying to at least learn how but none of them flirt like Billy did. None of them make your heart beat so fast you’re afraid it’s gonna jump right out of your sternum. They don’t make your thighs feel warm and tingly. You don’t think of their faces and voices in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep.

Phase two is in order, you decide. Buying a Snoball every morning and placing it delicately on Billy’s desk behind you in English class before he even walks in. Again, he doesn’t speak to you, doesn’t even look up at you but you hear him open the package and eat the sweets. You wish you weren’t so shy, wish you could turn around and demand his attention but him not rejecting the snack is a win, you think.

One day, it starts up again. In English class, you feel a little tug on your hair. First, you ignore it, certain it was an accident. Then, Billy twists a bigger chunk between his fingers and yanks your head back. You yelp, hands moving to cover your mouth the second the sound flies from it. You turn, Billy’s released his grip on your hair and is pretending to be really interested in something on the ceiling.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” the teacher scolds, “Is there a problem?”

You quickly shake your head, “No. Everything is fine.”

Rubbing the back of your head, you know your face is bright red from embarrassment but mostly from excitement. You weren’t sure why, but you were aroused at the feeling of Billy pulling your hair. You figure it must be from begging for his attention for weeks and finally getting something. It felt so good, you push your hair past your shoulders and onto his desk, urging him to do it again but he doesn’t. However, he knocks the book off your desk when the bell rings, turning to lock eyes with you as you bend down to pick it up, that arrogant smirk plastered across his face. You feel warm all over.

Billy was freaking out internally, the way your outfits got less and less revealing, he was worried he’d creeped you out so he panics and ignores you for weeks. He wasn’t good with rejection and that’s what this felt like. To be honest, he’d never truly been rejected romantically.

He notices the short skirt the first day you wear it, but he tells himself there’s no way it’s to catch his attention. Especially when he notices more and more boys talking to you. He figures that you didn’t wear it for him, but for some other boy. When you drop your pencil as you’re walking by, suddenly the rant Tommy’s spewing about his and Carol’s latest fight is the most interesting thing he’s heard. He gnaws on his fingernail and forces his eyes to stay glued to his friends face. He swears he hears you huff as you stomp away, but tells himself it’s wishful thinking. Your outfits get more and more revealing by the day and it drives Billy crazy but he’s a strong man, he refuses to let it get to him.

Then there’s a pack of Snoballs on his desk every day for a week and he’s convinced you’re trying your absolute hardest to tell him you like him without actually saying the words. And Billy likes playing games, so he still doesn’t say or do anything. He wants you to get so frustrated that you scream at him.

Little by little, he begins fucking with you. It starts with grabbing the handful of your hair and pulling your head back. It’s much more aggressive than he’d been in the past but you silently beg for him to do it again, pushing your hair over your shoulders and covering his desk with the strands. He pretends he doesn’t notice, folding his hands behind his head and actually listens to the teachers lecture, daring you to turn around and look at him. When you don’t, he decides he’s gotta do something else, a way to let you know he’s back. He pushes your book off your desk, smirking down at you as his eyes fall to the exposed cleavage as you bend over. The smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know.

The next day, he’s waiting at your locker and you weren’t anticipating it so you’re wearing the outfit your mother picked out. It’s a long skirt that goes to your ankles and a floral button up. You blush, seeing him standing there. You avert your eyes, focusing in on the dial and entering the code.

“Morning,” Billy says, “Hiding something?”

You roll your eyes, grabbing the skirt and shirt you’d hid in your locker and shove it into your backpack. “Be right back,” you mumble, rushing away to the bathroom.

When you exit, he’s still waiting by your locker but he lets his eyes drink in your new outfit. He particularly likes the knee high socks and it’s then that Billy realizes you must have strict parents and for whatever reason, that makes this all the more exciting. The fact that you’re breaking rules just to impress him makes his mouth water.

“You hide a closet in your locker?” he asks when you drop your backpack on the floor.

Blushing, you don’t give him the obvious answer but instead open your locker back up and shove the clothes you arrived in behind your textbooks. You pull out the Hostess snack and hand it to him, seeing the laugh rising in his chest before you hear it.

“Ding Dong, huh? You hinting at something?” he pockets the snack and grins at you.

“Maybe I am,” you admit, willing your cheeks to stay pale. You close your locker and lean against it, looking up at him. Billy bites his lower lip and in the moment, he doesn’t care if it looks like he’s chatting up the nerdiest girl in school. Doesn’t care if anyone notices or says anything.

“Can I pick you up around 8?” Billy asks and you almost shiver, stunned that your plan worked but incredibly nervous at the same time.

You jot down your address on a piece of paper, wondering if you’re exactly ready to lose your virginity on such short notice. However, you’re not sure you can go anymore time without Billy’s attention and you’re willing to get it by any means necessary. You wonder if maybe he’s not after that, but your mother says every man is and Billy is exactly like the boys she’d warned you about. Somehow, that excites you and you want to find out if she was right after all.

“I’ll see you at 8, loser,” Billy tugs on your pigtail before pushing himself off the locker and walking down the hall.

The name is becoming endearing, even if it’s not a nice thing to say to someone it still makes your heart swell. Your fingertips move up to wrap around your pigtail and you tug on it like he had, smiling as you watch him saunter away. Now the hard part, how were you going to sneak out of your house at 8 pm? Your parents were still awake then but they stayed in their room to watch TV, your mom would check on you around 9:30 but she never came into your room, just peeked in. You could easily make it look like you were in your bed.

Giddy with excitement all day, you bounce to and from class. Billy beats you to English class and he winks as you walk in, causing your heart to flutter while you make it to your seat. When you sit, he grabs a hold of your pigtail and pulls it.

“Don’t think I’ve seen such a big smile on your face before,” he comments when you turn to him. He rests his chin on his palm as he looks at you under his heavy eyelashes.

You blush, “You have to park like a block away from my house. Eight is kind of past my curfew.”

“Are you gonna get in trouble?” Billy asks, sounds like he’s actually concerned.

You shake your head, “Only if I get caught.”

Billy nods against his hand, his left hand lifts to grab the necklace you’re wearing and you look down as he gently caresses it.

The teacher closes the door and begins her instruction, you turn with her and focus your eyes up front. Billy won’t stop touching you. He fumbles with the collar of your shirt, traces his fingers against the back of your neck and arms. You have to squeeze your thighs together, gripping your pencil even tighter but you don’t want him to stop. These touches are even better, they’re soft and make you melt.

You’re surprised he’s doing this where eyes can catch it. Occasionally when you glance back, the look on his face makes your stomach tighten, he looks entranced. You don’t know it but he’s fantasizing about taking your clothes off and running his fingers along every inch of your body. When he suddenly stops, you turn to see him shuffling in his seat and he exhales softly, averting his eyes towards the clock in the classroom. You’re oblivious to the fact he’s trying really hard not to pop a boner in class.

Billy lingers after the bell rings and he waves to you, “Later, loser.”

“See you tonight.”

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fanfiction

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 29 days

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Anywhere

Summary: Let’s thank Hozier for whatever this is because I can only think of it as brainrot. I had a part of this written for almost a year in my docs and couldn’t find inspiration to finish it but thanks to the incarnated Irish god I did.

Pairing: Hook x F!Reader (aka Tiger)

Warnings: Angst, mention of uncontrolled feelings, toxic relationship, self doubt, worthlessness, possible happy ending? idk

It's the sound of it that brings me there

This city locked into the song of prayer

That finds no melody

Every moment of the working day

The twitching muscles in each step I take

The prayer is all of me

The Black & Mild hung from his lips and sent a white smoke up to the night sky, the burning tobacco somewhat was helping him soothe his instincts but Tyler asked himself for how long the warm smoke inside his mouth was going to be enough to keep his mind distant from the one place it didn’t want to stay away from.

Tyler chose to be absent from work for yet another week, and the backstage gossip was starting to build up to the point of annoyance. Even Tyler’s father had given him one of his famous earfuls earlier that night when he texted to say he wasn’t coming to work that week, and even though hours had passed by, Tyler could still hear his dad’s screams through the FaceTime call.

Another wave of warm smoke filled up his mouth before traveling down to his throat and lungs, all along carrying within itself the one word his father repeatedly had so vehemently: “obsession”.

“You’re obsessed with her, Tyler! Obsessed with a relationship you can’t stop fucking it up, snap out of it, son! Move the fuck on! Leave that poor girl alone, Tyler. You’ve done too much damage to get her back now, so put on your big boy pants, accept the results of your damn mistakes, stop destroying everything around you, stop destroying your fucking career, let her move on, get over this unhealthy obsession, and grow.the.fuck.up!”

This wasn’t obsession though, it was love in its raw, ugly, perverse, and deepest form. “Love doesn’t have to hurt”, they say. Yeah, sure, tell that to someone so desperate to make a relationship work that they commit every single possible mistake one can make. Perhaps this was what had doomed Tyler, he loved her too much.

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

When Tyler was 15 years old, his father took him to Joe’s barber shop two blocks down their house to have his first proper ‘man’ shave. As the older man began to spread the shaving cream on Tyler’s face, his father began “See, son, a man may like many women, we may grow fond of several females and keep them in our heart but if there’s one thing you should know is that a man only loves once. Real love will only be found once, in one single woman, and it doesn’t matter whether your relationship ends up working or not, you will forever love that woman until the day you die.”

“No matter how many girls you know afterward, no one will be able to replace the one woman who owns your heart. So once you find that girl, son, make sure you love, respect, and care for her. Do everything in your power to treat her like a queen, because that will be the woman who’ll forever live in your heart”.

Tyler did his best to treat her like a queen, but some things escaped his ability of self-control. Tiger is gorgeous, she is breathtaking, has the most wonderful personality, she’s incredibly smart, the most beautiful smile Tyler has ever seen, whenever she smiles it’s like the world has been put underneath a bright spotlight. She’s funny, caring, loving, she’s the best friend anyone could ever have, and the most addicting lover, sex with Tiger is out of this world, an out-of-body experience. There’s something special about sex with her, every touch is meaningful, every kiss is a silent promise of eternal love, and with every thrust, Tyler always felt their souls connecting.

He’s aware of how this sounds like some sort of hippie talk, but there was something incredibly spiritual and powerful about Tiger that only seemed to grow during sex. Although he wasn’t one to brag, Tyler has fucked a fair share of girls ever since he was 15 years old, and until he met Tiger, he was sure no woman would ever be able to handle him properly.

But even though sex was important to Tyler - and had been the base of every relationship he had until Tiggy came up - it shockingly wasn’t the sole reason why he loved her.

Tyler caught himself craving for her in more than sexual ways, he craved her affection, her touch, her capacity to begin a conversation about anything from something she saw on the news to curiosities about religions worldwide. He craved to see her smile, to hear her loud awkward laugh, to watch her cooking while using the wooden spoon as her own personal microphone. Tyler craved her advice on life, friendships, and work. He craved to hear her voice after a nightmare, to listen to her whisper-singing as a way to help him go back to sleep. He craved her, just having her there with him, craved the knowledge of having her waiting for him somewhere. Above anything else, Tyler missed how Tiger could bring peace to his soul just by existing.

And such peace seemed to be so distant to achieve now, that the world resembled a dark pit of miserableness, emptiness, and death. A limbo Tyler was certain he would never be able to leave.

Maybe I have yet to venture out

See the places that I hear about

Planes and trains and cars

Carve their lines into a curve like blades

All I get to are mistakes half-made

Leave the door ajar

Her wet footprints were unnoticeable against the damp concrete. Her eyes wandered around the streets, searching, wondering, pretending…She tried to make it work, but trying became tiring once it turned into a routine.

It was all too much, the arguing, the outbursts of jealousy, the lack of communication, the distrust, the assumptions..those killed her the most.

‘Where were you?’, ‘Why was he looking at you like that’, ‘Why didn’t you answer your phone if you were really with your mom?’, ‘Why do you smell like aftershave?’, ‘Why are you lying to me, Tiger?! Just tell me the fucking truth!’

Jealousy is not as glamorous as the books make it seem, it’s quite the opposite actually, it kills your mind along with your feelings until there comes a day when you realize that you don’t feel anything at all, and that’s when sadness takes over.

Mourning over something that once brought you so much happiness is a strange feeling. Looking at someone who used to be so dear to you and slowly watching them become the most despicable monster before your eyes is the most brutal thing one can go through. Love is such a delicate feeling, it’s alarming to see how quickly it can die when it stops being nourished. Tiger never believed it would be possible to stop loving Tyler, but life and its cruel - yet valuable - lessons showed her otherwise, it showed her how fairly easy it is to stop loving someone.

She never saw it coming, the day that she would leave the small one-bedroom apartment in New York behind, yet she did. Otherwise, how could she still be living? Even more so, how could Tyler still be alive if she hadn’t left that place for good?

Tiger loved freedom, while Tyler didn’t understand its meaning. Tiger wanted to be free with Tyler, as for Tyler, there was no freedom if he was with Tiger.

But I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, you are

She was the air that filled his lungs, so how could anyone live without air? Tyler tried to explain that to her over and over, but all he heard back was ‘You’re killing me, Ty! You’re suffocating me so much that I feel like I’m dying’. She said other fumbled words in between but that phrase was the only thing that sank into Tyler’s ears. He went deaf after that.

Tiger tried to find a middle ground, she thought therapy could help but how do you talk to someone who doesn’t want to utter a word? It’s pointless to try to fix a relationship when for it to work is a double-sided sword. Tiger couldn’t fix something that didn’t depend only on her, but Tyler was the king of perfection, Mr. There’s Nothing Wrong. So she just gave up, she couldn’t play tug-war anymore, she just wanted to leave and never go back to the Hell she was living in.

Love is not enough, it would never be enough, not if it was all it takes for a relationship to work. And both Tiger and Tyler learned that the hard way.

His eyes found her across the street, holding her small notepad and iconic glittery pen. She never came to this part of town, which made Tyler frown with worry. But her features seemed relaxed, serene even, as she observed the tall trees and how the thin rain droplets splattered the green leaves. ‘This is such a weird hobby’ Tyler thought to himself when they first met ‘Watching the leaves on a tree and scrambling down how it makes you feel’.

Tiger categorized it as ‘therapeutic’, and once she explained how it helped her ease her racing mind Tyler began admiring her for it.

Ironically enough, that was how they met back then, and now is how he meets her again after 6 months of their break up.

Watching her now, after everything Tyler knew and went through with her had him contemplating Tiger under a new light. ‘Perhaps she is happier like this, without you’ Tyler caught himself thinking, noticing how the lightheartedness that once was Tiger’s biggest quality seemed to have returned to her eyes now that she didn’t have him in her life anymore.

It’s sad to notice how the only person that you love so dearly seems to be better without you than when they were with you. Only now Tyler notices how he had killed Tiger during their time together. He killed her lightness, her freedom, her carefree nature. He transformed her into this sad caged bird that didn’t find happiness in singing anymore.

‘If you could go back in time, would you be different? Act differently? Approach things from another perspective?’ Tyler’s conscience asked him.

“Yes” Was his answer out loud, his eyes fixed on the wet pavement, without being able to keep looking at her.

‘Why? Because of your selfish reasons? Because you knew that you’d lose her if you didn’t?’ It asked him back.

But prayer

Is all of me, all of me

The prayer

Is all of me, all of me

“No” Tyler answered sincerely “Because I now know that she deserves better, way better than I ever was…way better than I could ever be”.

Tyler’s eyes tentatively looked up again, in the hopes of imprinting her true self into his mind one last time, until his orbs stopped at her caramel-colored coat standing right before him.

Tiger’s eyes wandered his face, focusing on his eye patch for a couple of seconds before asking “Are you a pirate now?”

For the first time in 6 months, Tyler let out a chuckle, “Maybe…If you like pirates then sure, I’m a pirate. But if you don’t, then I’m just a loser. The biggest asshole to ever walk the earth”.

“Yeah, that you are” She smiled sadly “Have you learned anything from it though?”

“Yeah, I did” Tyler’s fingers twitched to touch her, but he would never allow himself that, he didn’t deserve it. “Are you really here, Tiggy? I’m afraid I’m dreaming…but I don’t to be dreaming, I want this to be real”

“It could be real, Ty” She caressed his smooth cheek before smiling and sitting down beside him on the damp concrete “Wanna tell me what you’ve learned in life so far?”

But I'd be

Anywhere that you are, that you are

That I'd be

Anywhere that you are, you are

#hook x reader #hook imagine #hook fanfiction #hook aew #masochist writes #tyler senerchia #Spotify

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jazzy-tzw · 2 years

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Kinda like a requirement for me to do this every year using this exact video lmaoo.

Anyways, Happy New Years y’all!

It’s always fun coming on here live-blogging about wrestling or just talking about anything. Idk what else to say lmao 2022 was hard asf, lets hope for nothing but blessings in this new one. I just hope the new year is good to y’all and yalls families! Love ya!!

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sweet-villain · 1 year

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Cutting Too Deep~ E.M

Word : 6.5k

Angst

Anonymous asked:

I LOVE the way you write, not ironically for me you are one of the best fanfic writers on tumblr. can i order an eddie x reader? like, you've known Eddie since middle school, and since then you've been in love with him, but you didn't know if what you felt for him was reciprocated, until one day he asked you out, like, a date, everything is doing well, maybe more than friends will come, but until the day you find out he was hooking up with someone from the first date, I need angst and I know you're great at it! ❤️

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You never imagined in your life what’s like to fall in love, to like someone, to spend quality time with someone and for someone to mean something to you. Not until him. You first notice him when he sat across the table doodling away in his notebook, not paying attention to anything around him. His eyebrow narrowed while the tip of his tongue peeked out as he focused on what he was doing. It was like at sudden when his pencil snapped in half causing him to frown as he gazed at it.

He picked up his head to look around the room for a pencil sharpener or something to help him. In his hoping success he had found nothing, and to ask someone was out of the question. He didn’t make any friends in his grade and when he turned around to pout about his broken pencil, he was surprised to have you looking at him already.

Your eyes dropped to the broken pencil laying there on his desk and it rolled to the ground. He didn’t care on picking up anymore, it was trash now. He watch you dug into your backpack with the tip of your tongue peeking out and eyebrows narrowed mirroring the same expression he had moments ago and then with success, you took out a pencil with your eyes brightening up in happiness.

“ Here” you offered to him. You reached across the table in hopes that it would make you happy that someone in this class took the time to help him out. His eyes dropped towards the pencil in your hands then at you to see if you’d pull away, laugh at him like the others would. But there you were sitting there in your seat, blinking until he reached with his hand out and took the pencil from your hands.

“ Thanks” he muttered underneath his breath but you made out the words he spoke to you. With a small smile, you returned to what you were doing and he could not stop glancing over at you like you were something out of a book he read. It felt like something magical haas happened to him.

He waited till class was over, to gather his books and waited for you by the door for you. You kept your eyes on the floor rather than looking ahead to see where you were going and buying into him.

“ Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there” you lift your head to meet his eyes staring at you. A smile appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“ My name is Eddie, here is your pencil” he says handing it back to you but you push it back to his chest, shaking your head.

“ Keep it, my name is Y/N”

Since then you and Eddie became the best of friends, eventually you met his Uncle who was surprised at your bright personality and a smile appeared on his face when Eddie introduced you.

He told his Uncle how nice you were and how you’d look after him, even when the bullies tried to rip the backpack out of his hand. He continued to explain to his uncle how you got detention for landed a punch on the bullies face while Eddie stood there shocked. No one in his life defended him and here you were.

It wasn’t until high school that you had no idea what you were feeling when you looked at your best friend. Your heart raced, your hands became sweaty, your stomach tied in knots and you enjoyed his company more than anyone’s. He was always making you smile and his dramatics was one of your favorites parts about him.

His hair grew out in a mane of curls, his big brown doe eyes were so pretty to look at, he started to smoke and selling weed, which he gave you a discount on but he rarely did. He usually gave it to you because you were his best friend and the one person, besides his Uncle that he trusted.

He wore rings on his fingers and started to play guitar, he was in a band with your other friends Gareth, Jeff and the other one that you keep forgetting his name because he keeps changing how he wants to be called by.

He wore a jacket combined with a vest with a big Dio patch in the back and his belt buckle was a pair of handcuffs. Not something you’d choose for a belt buckle but this was Eddie. It fits him.

He was such a sweetheart, always giving you rides wherever you needed to go even though you had your own working car, he was always cracking jokes to make you smile and laugh, he was alway sharing his ideas with you for a new campaign he was writing or sharing lyrics to the songs he was coming up with.

But you don’t know what the feeling was whenever you were around him, you never had a boyfriend and you always heard about the people Eddie has been hooking up with. A feeling overcomes you when he talks to you about the girls he’s been with, it’s not a very good feeling. There is something burning inside of you and you want it to go away, you feel your heart ripping into pieces and you can’t help but have your eyes glass over.

You were hurting inside. Why? The answer never comes to you.

Eddie never imagined in his life that he would feel something let alone for his best friend, there was never someone in his life that he hooked up with or liked that returned his feelings. But something in him changed when he watched you pout when you weren’t having your way and it was the cutest thing he has ever seen.

He can’t help it when you make him his favorite cookies or cook him a home cook meal, leaving some for his uncle too. His heart speeds up and his stomach turns into knots overcoming with this feeling. He enjoys being around you and making you laugh, it brings him happiness and when he looks at you know, it’s much different than before. He looks at you like he could give you the world and he wants to protect you from anything that could harm you.

“ You like her” Dustin tells him one day out of the blue. Eddie snaps his head towards him, shaking his head like Dustin was talking crazy talk.

“ No I don’t” Eddie says. “ There is no way that happened” Dustin gives him a look.

“ Look, I know when you do. You become soft around her, you want to do the things she wants to do, you listen to her and pay attention and sometimes when one of us is talking, you are too busy thinking about her.”

“ No I’m not” Eddie says, his cheeks become red. “ I don’t know what your talking about”

Dustin rolls his eyes and follow Eddie to the drama room.

“ She most likely feels the same way about you”

“ How many times do I have to tell you, Henderson? I don’t like her” Eddie stopped walking turning to face Dustin to look at him and wave with his hand.

“ Sure you don’t” Eddie groaned throwing his head back while he opened the doors where everyone else was already there.

“ You’re late” Jeff says. Eddie snaps his head towards him.

“ I’m going to say kindly as I can, don’t piss me off or I’ll kick you out of Hellfire” he sat in his throne, putting his elbows on his knees and his hands together as he looks around the table.

“ Do I make myself clear?” He asked when no one replied to his other statement.

“ Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?” Mike questioned him. The room got silent seeing the gears turning inside Eddie’s eyes as he leaned back in his throne.

“ You’re skipping next campaign we have, Wheeler”

“ Oh come on!” Mike threw his hands up, and put his arms across his chest as he glared at Eddie.

“ I told you Wheeler, you piss me off and there will be consequences”

“ You should of just shut up” Dustin whispered to him which Eddie clearly didn’t like.

“ Henderson, I suggest you stop talking over there in hush whispers before I cancel this campaign” Dustin’s eyes grew wide as he quickly turned around his chair.

Eddie wasn’t in such a good mood after Hellfire, all because he got into his head. Dustin did about you liking him, more in a friendly way. He parked the van in front of his trailer and leaned his back into the seat, sighing to himself. A knock on his window startled him as he jumped staring wide at the window seeing it was you.

You held a hand over your mouth watching him jump. He stepped out of the car, playfully glaring at you.

“ Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack”

“ Almost” you joked but he looked like he wasn’t even in the mood for jokes tonight and your smiled dropped when you saw he wasn’t laughing with you like he normally is.

“ What’s wrong, Eds?” You nudged his side. “ Did Hellfire go okay?” Something about you asking how his campaign went sent his heart racing. He ran a hand down his face getting into his head again and what Dustin has told him.

“ Eddie?” Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion to why he was acting like this at the moment. You had never seen him this quiet.

“ Can we reschedule, sweetheart? I’m not up it and I don’t think I’m feeling to good” you frowned bringing up your hand to check if he had temperature but he was okay.

“ What hurts?” You asked. Inside Eddie was melting on how much you cared about him and he couldn’t even meet your eye at the moment as he continued to stand there.

“ Do you want me to make you something? I’m happy to take care of you. We don’t have to watch a movie.”

Eddie cursed at himself in his head, continuing to melt at your words. You cared so much so maybe Dustin was right. You did like him. No one looked after him or cared this much for him. He’s not used to this.

“ I think I’ll go to bed, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow” He reaches over to kiss you on your cheek and slips past you making his way to the trailer.

“ Okay, feel better!” He hears you shout. He acknowledges he hears you by throwing you a thumbs up. You sigh to yourself feeling like you did something wrong to make him upset. He opens the door of the trailer and leans with his back to it once he’s inside, closing his eyes.

“ Fuck” he mumbles to himself knowing he likes you and these feelings weren’t about to go away.

You hadn’t talked much to Eddie the following day, he made some excuse up that he couldn’t drive you saying Wayne needed help. But Wayne usually went grocery shopping, wanting to get there early for the warm bread like he usually does. You know Eddie is lying to you which is hurtful seeing how he tells you everything and he’s your best friend.

You see him in your class sitting at the different part of the classroom next to a girl in a cheerleading uniform. She’s twirling her hair at the end of her pony tail and listening to him while he explained his drawings to her. She looks like she’s interested you think to yourself but you weren’t too sure as she popped her gum too. The chewing was the most annoying part you have ever heard.

Your nose scrunched up as you take your seat. Jason who was sitting in front of you had turned around motion to Eddie.

“ The freak met a new friend, hurts doesn’t it nerd?’ He says with a snicker. You stuck out your middle finger to him and got out your books while your eyes bore into the side of Eddie’s head.

He knew you were watching him and paid no mind to it because he was shocked in the first time that a cheerleader like Stephanie was paying attention to him. It was like a whole new week came and something has changed.

“ You’re so cute and so funny” Stephanie says, a small giggles coming from her while he puts her manicured hand on his arm. He glances down at it with an unsure chuckle. A beat of sweat appears under his bangs as he swallows.

“ Uh, thank you” Eddie replies, licking his lips trying to get them to not feel so dry. He’s nervous about it but then catches your eyes when he looks around the room seeing the hurtful look on your face. You quickly glance down at your notebook scribbling down the assignment you needed to work on.

“ Looks like Stephanie might want a piece of the freak” Jason mumbles, his head turned speaking to you over his shoulder. You breathe deeply through your nose and your jaw clenches in anger. It was like Jason was trying to prove a point that you liked Eddie or something.

“ Your going to rip the paper, nerd” Jason pointed out glancing down at your paper. You stopped digging the pen into the paper and indeed you were digging hard enough that the ink from the pen was looking blotchy.

You rose your hand up in the air and the teacher stopped reading her text to look up seeing your hand raised.

“ Yes, Miss Y/N?” She asked.

“ Can I go to the nurse please? I feel really light headed”Eddie stopped talking to Stephanie and his eyes turned to glance at you with concern. His eyes roam your face and drops down to your notebook seeing deep drawings of circles that you usually don’t do. Was something wrong?

He watches you as you stood and head out the door after the teacher lets you go to the nurses office but you head for the bathroom instead, trying to not to cry. You sniffled as the door opens but you are met face to face with a familiar face.

“ Y/N?” She asks, concern in her tone while she takes a hold of your shoulders and leans down to catch your eye. It’s Robin.

“ Hey Robin” you wiped your nose with the back of your hand like it was the best thing to do right now and you didn’t really want her to see you cry. But she was.

“ What’s wrong?” She asked pulling you into the bathroom and the both of you sit on the floor with your back to the wall. You bring your knees to your chest while Robin sits with while you try to calm down. You had no idea how long you have been sitting there but you turned your head to meet her gaze. She was still sitting there not caring if she needs to go back to class.

“ I feel stupid” you start to tell her. She nods urging you to continue as she turns her full body to listen. The door opens and someone walks in but Robin is quick to glare at them.

“ Piss off!” She shouts, scaring them as they scramble out the door.

“ Why do you feel like that?”

“ Because I really thought someone as my best friend would notice me, would think otherwise of me, would see what I see in him.”

“ And what do you see in him?” She asked.

“ He’s the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life” you answer her with tears rolling down your cheeks, “ But he’s too busy paying attention to Stephanie Peters to know she’s not good for him. She’s only going to throw him away.”

What you didn’t know was that Eddie followed you out of the classroom making some excuse that his bladder was too much and he wanted to find where you really went. He heard voices by the girls bathroom and hide against the wall to be unseen.

“ I think you like him” Robin says to you. Your eyes grew wide and you shook your head.

“ There is no way that I do, he’s my best friend” she nods and throws you a thin smile.

“ You can’t help how you feel, even about your best friend. He might be clueless as they come, all boys are” she shrugged.

Eddie’s eyes grow wide at your next words, “ I might love him.”

Robin gives you a glance like if they were the right words that just came out of your mouth and when you don’t say anything else. Then, she knows it must be true.

“ He’s missing out on you, I know how much of an amazing person you are”

“ Thank you” you smiled over to her. You were so glad she was there for when you needed someone and you walked right in time in the bathroom.

“ But we were talking about, Eddie. Right?”

“ Yes” you nod and she helps you get off the floor. “ What are you going to do?”

“ I think I’m just going to go home. My stomach can’t handle seeing those two together, I mean, Stephanie Peters? Out of all people, Stephanie is the one clawing her way to him.”

“ I heard her pony tail isn’t even real” Robins says walking out with you, with one arm around your shoulder.

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek and a smile appears on his face. You love him. He waits till your out of sight with Robin before he pulls away from the wall and jumps in the air, happy for himself. But his eyes grow wide remembering he forgot his stuff in class and hurries to get them before the bell rings and he has to race to his other class.

Later that night when your reading a book in bed, there is a knock on your window. At first you ignore it seeing if the person was going to go away. They didn’t and continued to knock. You sighed laying the book opened on the bed and looking over the window locking eyes with your best friend who waves.

“ Go home” you shout to him. Eddie’s face drops and he shakes his head hearing what you told him. “ Let me in, I might freeze” you take notice that he’s not wearing a jacket. He’s only in a shirt that he wore during school earlier. You stood up from the bed making your way to the window and unlatching it, opening it to let him inside. He stepped inside, closing the window when he was in your room and turned to face you.

“ What happened earlier in school? Did Carver say something to you?” You collared on your bed and took the book that you were reading, starting to read again. Eddie frowned when you didn’t talk to him or paid any mind to him.

“ Come on Y/N” he says sitting next to you on the bed with his legs outstretched out.

“ Don’t get any dirt on my bed” you tell him motioning to his shoes that he didn’t take off. He slips them off and letting them one by one, drop on the ground.

“ What did I do, sweetheart?” He asked.

“ Why don’t you go bother Stephanie Peters, I’m sure she’s more fascinating” you muttered flipping the page of your book. A smirk appears on Eddie’s face as he bumps shoulders with your own sending you on your bed.

You sent him a glare, noticing the smirk and adjusting sitting back the way you were sitting.

“ Are you jealous, sweetheart?” He leaned his face closer that you can feel his breath against your cheek.

“ Jealous of what?” You tried to pay attention to the word on the book but it was no use because of how close he was to you.

“ You’re jealous that Stephanie had my attention today” He answered you. His hand falling on top of your knee.

“ I could care less which next girl you decide to shag” he raises his eyebrow with a small chuckle. “ Who said anything about that?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and closed the book.

“ You should go, it’s getting late” you slide off the bed not wanting to be close to him at the moment but he follows as his face drops hearing the distance in your voice.

“ Sweetheart” he calls out to you, taking a hold of your hand and turns you around seeing the hurt on your face. “ What did I do?”

You remained silent watching what he was going to do next. He takes a step forward and closes the space between the two of you placing his forehead on yours and wrapping his arms around your waist, he doesn’t want you to step away from him holding you in place. He doesn’t want you to run away from him.

“ What can I do to make it better?” He asked. He was running out options and he was scared you were going to push him away. Then if you pushed him away, he would lose you. He can’t lose you.

“ Nothing is wrong” you lie not wanting to talk about this. His hand reaches up to brush away from your face and put some behind your ear. “ Talk to me” His other hand cups your face, holding you in place. But you don’t like this because he doesn’t like you. He’s only making fun of you and your feelings. Someone must of told him.

“ Stop” you pulled away from him, tears building up in your eyes. He frowns when you step away from letting his hand fall to his side as he gazes at you with worry.

“ Please go home, Eddie” your voice is shaken, not wanting to look at him. Eddie was about to say something else to you but you pointe towards the window not wanting to see him right now.

What you were feeling was just too much and you couldn’t handle this emotion.

“ You know where to find me” Eddie says as he heads out to your window but he stops as he hears the softness of you crying over him. He wants to go back and hold you but he’s respecting your wishes and leaves.

The next time you see Eddie is at lunch time, and who’s sitting by him and is crawling Into his lap. It’s not other than Stephanie Peters as she wraps her arms around him. The rest of the table looks uncomfortable and you head there with your head held up high, ignoring the stinging in your heart placing your tray in between Jeff and Gareth. They both turned their heads towards you, greeting you.

Eddie’s eyes falls on you and waits for you to greet him, but you don’t. It silent in his greeting. Stephanie pops her gum as she leans into her hands while she smiles extending her hand to you like you didn’t know her.

“ Hi, my name is Stephanie but you can call me Steph or S” she says.

“ I know who you are, we have three classes together” you answer her, not even bothering to shake her hand not knowing where her hand has been. She nods, with a small frown snapping her fingers like she remembers who you are now.

“ That’s right, you’re Y/N” she says.

“ That would be me” Eddie’s eyes pleaded for you to talk to him but you don’t even look at him. It felt like things were changing and Eddie wanted nothing more than you to talk to him. He canceled Hellfire that night and headed his way to your house knowing you were home since you probably were studying or doing homework.

He decided not to go through your window this time but ring the doorbell. The door opened to reveal your mom standing on the other side.

“ Oh Eddie, what a pleasure surprise” she greets him.

“ Hi Mrs Y/L/N” he greets her, “ how are you doing?”

“ I’m doing great, I’m sure your not here to talk to me. Y/N is upstairs studying, why don’t you head on up.”

“ Thank you” he steps inside the door taking off his shoes knowing how your mom is with shoes in the house and sets them besides your own while he heads up the stairs to your room. He finds your door right away already being here a couple of times knowing which room is there. You gave him the tour of the house at one point feeling like he should have it.

He slowly knocks on your door.

“ I’m not hungry mom” your voice calls out from the other side. The door opens to reveal that it’s not your mom standing there. It’s Eddie.

“ What are you doing here?” You questioned him dropping your pencil in between the textbook and closing it.

“ I wanted to know what’s going on between us” he says making his way into your room, closing the door just a bit. Your eyebrow scrunch together like you have no idea what’s he’s talking about.

“ I thought we were friends, best friends. What is happening?” You shrugged wanting to go back to your text book and he sees your fingers going for it. Instead, he takes the text book out of your grasp and sits it besides him on the bed.

“ You’ve been distant and I don’t like it” he says.

“ I haven’t” you took interest in your nails this time, pretending to look at them and notice something you didn’t like as you played around with your fingers. It’s something you did when you didn’t want to talk to the person.

“ You have, and I just want my best friend back” he says. His voice hold worry in it close to tears as he was holding them back.

“ You have a new best friend, why don’t you hang out with them?”

“ Who?” He asked, his eyebrows scrunched up together in confusion. He stood up from the bed getting a bit frustrated. He was done with having to play this game with you. All he wants is to have you back in his life and hold you in his arms.

“ I don’t know what your implying Y/N, but my best friend is you”

“ Stephanie Peters” Eddie throws his hands up in the air, gritting his teeth. He felt like ripping his own hair out when you mention her.

“ What about her?” Eddie asks.

“ Oh Eddie… you’re so cute and funny” you were imitating Stephanie with a high pitch voice which sounded close to her, Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle but then you continued and he frowned. His eyes roamed your face seeing the annoyance in your eyes and the jealous flare there.

“ Jesus Christ” he shouted interrupting your imitation of Stephanie as he stomped over at you, cupping your face with both his hands and your eyes widen at his sudden closeness.

“ What are you doing?”

“ You don’t need to worry about her” he says as he leans down and somehow he got the courage to kiss you right there. You weren’t expecting it at all to have your best friend and the person that made you feel comfort, to kiss you. It feels so right to have him kiss you. The hands gripping on his wrist made Eddie feel at ease when you started to kiss back.

He was about to pull away and mumble for you to forget about it and leave. But here was still kissing you like his life depended on it.

But there was something in him that made him feel like he shouldn’t of kissed you. Why? Because right before coming to see you, he was fooling around with Stephanie Peters. It sort happened.

He pulled away catching his breathe as he gathered himself as his eyes opened to see your cheeks flushed red and eyes widen. Your lips are plump from kissing him.

“ Should of kissed you sooner if I have known you were a great kisser, sweetheart” you giggled, playfully pushing his chest. But the frown on your face that appeared made Eddie feel unease as he swallowed prepared for what you were going to say next.

“ What is this Eddie? I mean, we’re best friends and I don’t want to end losing you if something happens.”

He shakes his head, “ Nothing is going to happen and your not going to lose me” his eyes scanned your face and licked his lips. “ Would you want to go on a date with me, sweetheart?”

Your mouth was a jar not expecting him to ask you out. You thought this was just one time thing to him but it looks like it’s not. Your heart swelled up watching as his brown doe eyes sparkled as he waited. He looked like a puppy, wagging his tail and waited for an answer or a bone.

“ I would love to go on one” His eyes brightened tackling you on the bed and kissing you all over your face. You couldn’t stop giggling.

Eddie did end up dating you on a date, but you didn’t know he was a romantic type planning it all out. He took you out to Lover’s lake where he brought you to a spot where he had some help setting up as you saw Dustin run away shouting, “ have a good time!”

A blanket was laid out with the scent of burgers and fries from Benny’s hits you.

“ It’s not much” Eddie says scratching the side of his face as he looks away, he was afraid that you might not like this as a first date but it was perfect. Like he was.

“ It’s perfect” his head turns seeing if you were serious and you were. You had the biggest smile on your face. His heart swelled up for a moment, a flash of guilt washes over his face but it’s gone before you question it.

But, you saw it.

“ After you m’lady” he bows down with his hand extend as you placed your hand in his. He helped you onto the blanket, and sat next to you with his lunchbox by his side. His hair was tied back today with some loose curls hanging from his face and he wore a Black Sabbath shirt with black pants with holes on his knees, and his Reeboks.

“ I didn’t know what sauce to get you. I went to just ketchup”he says handed you one burger and one set of fries. Your fingers brushed against his causing you to blush. He got his own out and you waited until he unwrapped his burger to start yours.

He took the first bite noticing with curious eyes why you hadn’t started to eat.

“ What’s wrong? Did I forget something?” He asked, his cheeks holding food as he waited.

“ No, I wanted to wait for you to eat” He swallowed his food and poked your nose.

“ You’re silly girl, you could of ate without me” you shrugged.

“ I thought it was the polite thing to do” Eddie laughed as he took out the drinks, forgetting they were behind him. “ Forgot these, here” he hands your drink over. Little spills drop onto the blanket.

“ Oh no” you moved away trying to wipe it off with one of the napkins you found but Eddie stops you with his hand on top of yours.

“ Don’t worry about it, sweetheart” he says sending you a gentle smile and raising your hand up to his lips. “ I will handle it later” he adds.

You happily began to eat and took small sips of your drink feeling eyes on you. Suddenly you get self conscious of him watching you eat.

“ Do I have something on my face?” You set your drink down and bring your hand up to wipe something that you thought on your face when he reaches over with thumb to wipe away the corner of your mouth. He brings it towards his mouth, licking off the ketchup he got there.

Your eyes widen, cheeks going flush.

“ U-uh thanks”

He chuckled mumbling how cute you were as he continued to eat. When you were finished, you balled it into a ball and placed it into the bag that had the burgers in. Eddie tied the bag together and put it on the side before he laid down with his back on the blanket. He patted the side next to him for you to lay down.

You follow before turning to the side to face him as he follows you. The wind blows his strands causing them to fall into his eyes. You reach with your hand to brush them away, gently touching his cheeks too and he closes his eyes.

His stomach is doing flips at the moment. Because he loves spending time with you and this was special. The other, is that he’s dreading you to find out about Stephanie when he lied to you telling you there isn’t anything between them.

“ You know, I never imagined us going on a date. Let alone like this” he moved closer that you feel his breath on your face.

“ Why is that?” He asked.

“ You’re beautiful, Eddie and I didn’t think I was the girl you’d want to be with one day”

It took him a moment to answer, first hearing you call him beautiful was very rare to him. His cheeks were flushed red as he bite down on his bottom lip and then his eyebrows knitted together.

“ What? Have you seen you? I mean, you’re gorgeous, sweetheart. I could kiss you all day if I could”

“ Why don’t you?” He brought himself a bit on his elbow as he hovered above you and you turned that you were on your back. He brushed the strands away from your face, gazing down at you with his brown doe eyes. He sighed happily and leaned down, his lips brushing against your own before they danced together as one.

Your stomach tied in knots as you kissed him, placing your hands on his cheeks feeling his cheeks still hot from blushing at your comment. You were really happy he asked you out and kissed you yesterday.

But you felt like something felt a little different. Like something that you wouldn’t like.

It wasn’t until the following week were you understood what the feeling was. You stared mouth wide opened, hiding behind the bleachers was Eddie with his hands on a girl’s waist as he tugged her closer, his lips were dancing with her own. Her hair was what caught your eye sight. You knew that hair and the way she styled it every other week.

Blood began to boil at the sight of two. You felt betrayed and hurt. Eddie pulled away from Stephanie to catch his breath, not nothing that you were watching them.

“ I don’t know if we should continue this” Eddie says.

“ Oh don’t be boring” she lowered the zipper of her hoodie showing off her tits to him that popped out. He gasped and his hands went to grab them and she stopped him.

“ If you want them, and this then I suggest you quiet and put your mouth to work” she says. “ On your knees” his eyes widen.

You were sick to your stomach by now and the crunch underneath your feet altered them that someone was there.

“ Who’s there?” Stephanie asked as she zipped up her hoodie looking around to spot who possibly is watching. Eddie stands up as he notices the foot that sticking out from the hiding spot and his heart crashes into his stomach. His breath hitches as he gulps.

You knew.

You turned around as you hurried away from the scene with tears building up in your eyes. How could he? After everything, the date, the kiss, the kisses shared between the two of you, the “ there is nothing between us and you thought you could trust him.

He disgusted you.

You wiped the tears away from your eyes running past Jason and his basketball goons.

“ Woah, what’s the rush there?” Jason shouted. They laughed saying something while your feet carried you into the school and past Robin who ran after you to the front doors of the school where you held your hands on your knees, tears running down your cheeks and trying to catch your breathe.

“ Y/N?” Another voice shouted and you knew it was him. Robin glared over at him sensing he had something to do with your running and tears in your eyes.

“ What did you do, Munson?” She pointed a finger in his face and clenched her jaw. She was ready to sock him in the face if it was needed.

He pushed past her to reach out to touch you when you angrily pulled away.

“ How long?” You asked. “ How long have you been doing her and trying to get with me?”

Eddie was in loss at words as he rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t know how to answer the question without hurting you than he already was.

“ How long?! How long did you plan to keep this up without me finding out?”

“ Since the first date” he answered, “ I didn’t meant to hurt you. It just happened” he says with a shrug. That little shrug he did notified you that he didn’t really care about you or your feelings.

“ I hate you” you spatted. His eyes got wide as he shook his head. His own eyes building with tears.

“ I’m so sorry” he says, “ I never meant to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“ Don’t call me that, don’t you dare” he stepped back hearing your tone get louder. “ What can I do to fix this?”

Tears ran like waterfalls down his cheeks.

“ You can’t fix this, we were nothing. I was so stupid to even like you. Maybe I should get with Jason and see how you like it.”

His eyes harden hearing the mention of his bully.

“ Is that the game you wanna play now?” He asks.

“ You’ve been playing it, and guess what? You won. You won the right for me to hate you, Munson.”

“ You don’t mean that”

“ Oh I do, go back to Stephanie. I hope she was worth breaking my heart over it” Robin steps in as she says she called Steve to come pick you up. You had taken your bike home, she was going to come with you to make sure your okay.

Eddie wanted to fix this but he stood there watching you walk to the other side of the parking lot where Steve Harrington’s BMW was pulling up and you got into the back seat. Steve rode around and flipped Eddie once the window was down as Robin informed him what he had done.

“ Yeah, you too!” Eddie shouted flipping off Harrington’s car as he drove away.

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