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billy and stu catch reader giving themself an eyebrow piercing (kinda graphic kinda long)
you sat on the bathroom counter, staring at yourself in the mirror, holding a safety pin in your trembling fingers.
“this is such a bad idea.” you mutter to yourself, still staring at your reflection. you take a deep breath and bring the safety pin up to your eyebrow.
the front door had been slammed shut, bringing you back to your reality. you could hear faint arguing in between billy and stu on which cheesy horror movie to watch. you regained your focus and brought the pin to your eyebrow.
bringing the pin closer to your skin, the pointy end grazing your skin at the bottom of your eyebrow. your breath hitched at the sensation and you gritted your teeth.
“alright..one, two-” you whispered.
“what the hell are you doing?”
billy’s voice cut through the cold air. you jumped at his voice and dropped the pin onto the counter, whipping your head to the door. you see billy standing in the doorframe with a wide eyed and irritated expression. behind him was stu, leaning on the doorframe with a stupid grin on his face.
“no fucking way!” stu cackled while pushing through billy to get a closer look. “are you seriously trying to do your own eyebrow piercing right now?!”
“it’s none of your business!” you shot him down. cheeks were getting flushed with embarrassment as you jumped off the counter.
“i have a better question- why are you trying to mutilate your face?!” billy crossed his arms.
“i’m not mutilating anything! its just an eyebrow piercing. people do this all the time!” you huffed while grabbing the lose safety pin off the counter.
“yeah” stu interjected. “with the proper and sterile equipment. where did you even find that safety pin?!” he snorts.
billy snatches the safety pin out of your hands before you can even protest. “a safety pin? seriously?” he inspected it in his hand. “you couldn’t wait and just go to a professional?”
“why go to a professional when i can do the same thing at home! for free!” you huffed while trying to take the pin out of his hand. billy raises an eyebrow and his hand, the pin now out of your reach. “you’re willing to risk an infection just to save money?”
“y/n, why don’t we do it? we’re great with sharp objects.” stu slings an arm around your neck.
“absolutely not.” billy interjects. “you are not touching their face.”
“ugh you’re no fun.” stu throws his hands up in protest.
you steal back the pin while billy got distracted. “look, i don’t need your help. i was doing fine before you guys rudely barged in.” you roll your eyes.
“fine? really?” billy’s brow arched. “doing fine? with a rusty safety pin in a dirty bathroom? you call that fine?” his voice was full of sarcasm.
“the bathroom is not that dirty!”
“do we not see the toothpaste stains in the sink?” stu points to the dirty sink. “sure. spotless.”
you groaned at the endless bickering. yeah, this wasn’t your brightest idea but it wasn’t completely horrible.
billy pins the bridge of his nose. “how about this, you wait a week and we’ll take you to get it done properly. our treat.”
“seriously?” your eyes narrowed down on billy. “what’s the catch?”
“no catch. you just have to wait a week. plus, we don’t want to hear you complain about a botched piercing.”
“besides” stu slings an arm around your neck again. “it’ll be fun to watch someone else stab you.” he laughs and sticks a tongue out. you smacked his arm off.
“fine.” you put your hands up, accepting defeat. “but if you guys fall through, i’m doing it myself.”
“deal. let’s just get out of this bathroom before we catch a disease.” billy drags you out of the bathroom, stu following your lead. you roll your eyes at his dramatics.
the week was dragging on and days were blending into one. you were growing insanely restless. billy and stu were taking forever planning and it was just such a drag. you had to take it into your own hands.
by the fifth day you were over playing the waiting game.
which is how you found yourself in the bathroom again. but this time you came prepared. you properly cleaned the safety pin, cleaned the bathroom, and watched a couple of youtube videos.
you pressed the pin into your skin, feeling the stinging sensation of it breaking through the surface. your breathing quickened and your vision became slightly blurred from the rush of adrenaline, but it’s too late to stop now. slowly pushing the pin through while biting your lip the whole time, to keep from making any noise.
it finally went through and you sharply exhaled, while staring at your reflection. it wasn’t perfect but it also wasn’t terrible either. you put the small silver hoop through and you couldn’t help but grin at what a good job you’ve done.
“not bad.” you whisper to yourself while examining your reflection.
“not bad?” billy’s voice pierced through your soul more than the safety pin did. it made you jump violently, almost knocking the cleaning solution over.
whipping your head to the door, seeing billy and stu standing in the doorway. billy was pissed and stu had a wide eyed expression on his face. why am i getting deja vu right now…
“you did it!” stu started bouncing around the room, chanting. “oh my god- you’re actually insane! i love it!”
“shut up, stu.” billy huffs, stepping forward, he grabs your chin. he harshly tilts your face at any and all angles, examining the “damage” you’ve done to your face. “are you trying to get an infection?”
“it’s fine.” you pulled his hand away from you. “i cleaned it. it doesn’t even hurt that much.”
his jaw tightened and so did his gaze on you. “that’s not the point, baby. we told you to wait and you didn’t!”
“but nothing.” he cut you off. “you’re lucky you didn’t mess it up. do you even know what your doing?” his voice was low and cold.
“who cares?” stu was grinning like a coked up maniac, leaning in the doorway. “billy, give them some credit! they pulled it off, i think. it’s badass, actually. kind of turning me on…” stu raises his eyebrows up and down, giving you a look.
“yeah, if putting yourself at risk of serious danger was badass.” billy rolled his eyes. “and don’t even think of going anywhere, you’re staying put and let me clean this up.”
as much as you protested that you cleaned it, billy did not believe you one bit. he cleaned the piercing for you while stu sat on the edge of the bathtub watching as if it was the most entertaining thing all week. while he was doing so, he lectured you on the importance of cleaning your piercings and as to why you should never do something like this again.
“thank you billy.” you muttered, looking away.
“yeah, yeah.” he tosses the last cotton ball into the trash.
while hopping off the counter, you give both of your boys a kiss on the cheek.