Wicked Sensation

Wicked Sensation

part seventeen // billy hargrove x f!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

a/n: I’m going through a bit of family stuff but writing is my outlet so i don’t think it should be affected but to play it safe, this is going to be the hardest week of my life and I might get to requests slowly and post chapters slowly but maybe I’ll post more who knows. Anyways, thank you all so much for reading. I appreciate you all endlessly.

word count: 6k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, hey Eddie still exists!, Neil being Neil, pregnancy, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v

tag list: @blue-eyed-lion @bbyhargrove @sweet-villain @actuallyspencerreid @trapistani @sierrahhh @likeanimagepassingby2

Okay, so maybe it’s a bit ridiculous. The man has put a baby in you and is moving in to your parents house, you shouldn’t have to devise a plan to get him to propose to you. You never even pictured yourself in this role before but with all the pregnancy hormones and the devotion you feel towards Billy, the prospect of being his wife and the mother of his kids is insanely appealing. Perhaps this was all Mary’s fault. She’d put the idea in your head and now it was all you could think about.

That’s how you’re awake at the ass crack of dawn with her, making a lunch for Billy to take to his first day at your dads shop. You think that maybe if you start doing wife type things, Billy will realize how badly he wants to marry you.

“You wake up this early every morning?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Mary smiles wide as she pours you a cup of coffee, “How do you think I get anything done?”

“There’s like more than 12 hours left of today, that seems like too much time,” you complain as you hear footsteps down the hall.

You turn to see a sleepy, messy haired Billy with an unlit cigarette perched between his lips already. That same familiar feeling warming your chest and making you swoon whenever you see him. He walks into the kitchen, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to lean down and peck your cheek.

“Morning,” he grumbles to Mary and reaches for the coffee pot.

“Oh, here!” you cheer, extending out the cup Mary had just poured for you.

Billy takes it, smiling at you, “Thanks, darlin. Care to join me?”

“You haven’t quit smoking?” Mary gives you a look of shock.

Shamefully, you shake your head. You were going to schedule an appointment today for the doctors and figured you’d ask him about your options for that. You’d been smoking since you were thirteen and weren’t sure if you could quit and Billy wasn’t going to anytime soon so you’d always have the temptation.

“They’re Lights,” Billy offers, “It’s something.”

Again, your heart swells. It’s a small thing but you love how he defends you at any opportunity. Mary gives you both a disappointed look as you follow Billy out to the backyard. He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag before handing it to you.

“We can share,” he says, “At least you’re cutting back.”

You nod and lean your shoulder into his, “Thank you. I feel like you’re the only person who gets me.”

He kisses your temple but doesn’t say anything. You’d like to think you’re the only person who gets him. Billy’s still not good at talking about his feelings. He shows you how he feels through touch, and maybe that’s enough. For now, at least. If you’re gonna start a family with him, you’d like that to change.

He takes another long drag from the cigarette and speaks up, “I’ve got to get my things today. If there is anything left. You willing to make that trip with me when I get back?”

You think that means he feels safe with you. With a soft smile, you tell him yes. You know you two have to tell Neil that you’re pregnant, or at least, you think you should. See, Billy hadn’t told you about his dad finding the Polaroids of you and you still thought that Neil liked you, so you think maybe he’ll be excited that you’re pregnant. Billy knows better and is dreading telling his dad. In fact, he doesn’t really want to tell him, doesn’t want Neil to be a grandfather at all. He knows Neil will try to control his kid since he can no longer control Billy.

“Are you excited to work for my dad?” you ask.

Billy nods, he genuinely is. He likes working on cars, figures it’ll pay enough for you guys to find an apartment in a few months. He is thinking about marriage, but he’s afraid of it. Having a child together isn’t enough to make sure either of you stay, he’s learned that. He’s also worried you might run off into another man’s arms at the first sign of trouble. It’s a fear he can’t shake.

“Yeah. You looking for jobs today?” he asks as he stumps the cigarette out in the ashtray.

Sighing, you shrug. You hadn’t planned for that but you know you should. Billy shouldn’t have to have all the financial responsibility but you had no idea what you would do. Working at your dads shop could easily turn into a career but you didn’t have that luxury. Your options were limited with only being able to work until the baby was born.

“I suppose I should,” you tell him as he stands and helps you up.

-

You pick up the phone and dial a number you’ve had memorized since grade school but you don’t remember the last time you called it.

“Hello?” Eddie’s voice rings through.

“Hi,” you say meekly.

Eddie scoffs, “You remembered I exist.”

You lay on your mattress, looking up at the ceiling as guilt drips into your system. Billy kept you so distracted from everyone and then when you were broken up shortly, Steve took up most your time. Eddie wasn’t supportive of you and Billy and selfishly, you decided Billy was most important. He still was, even more so now that you were carrying his child but you and Eddie had so much history that it would be cruel to never talk to him again.

“I’m sorry… I haven’t been fair to you,” you say softly.

“I expected you to call when I heard Billy dumped your ass but you never did,” Eddie replies, “Guess you couldn’t bear to hear an ‘I told you so’.”

“We got back together,” you mumble, “But I should’ve called. I don’t want to have to chose between the two of you.”

“Then don’t.”

“Eddie, you’re the one who made me feel like I had to in the first place,” you explain, “Billy has no issues with you.”

He’s silent and your skin crawls. You didn’t want to lose him but you understood if Eddie wanted nothing to do with you.

“I just don’t want to have to deal with it,” he says finally, “If you guys are constantly breaking up and getting back together, I’m never gonna come around to the idea of him.”

“I don’t see that happening,” you reveal, “He’s moving in and I’m pregnant, so…”

“You’re what?” Eddie’s voice sounds shocked.

“Yeah. I’m having Billy Hargrove’s baby.”

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, “I tell you what, I didn’t see that one happening.”

“Yeah, we didn’t either,” you chuckle.

“And he didn’t run away? He’s moving in with you? Are you guys engaged or something?”

“No! Well, not yet. I don’t know if he wants to get married,” you admit, shyly.

Eddie laughs, “He’s moving in with you and you guys are having a baby. Why the hell would he skip marrying you?”

“I don’t know. Marriage is like a big deal, a big commitment,” you say and Eddie’s laughing harder, you picture him doubling over from it.

“Why are you laughing?” you pout, feeling like you’re missing out on some joke.

Once his breathing calms down, he starts, “He’s all fine and dandy knocking you up and you’re scared he can’t commit.”

Eddie starts laughing again and you really don’t see why it’s hard to believe. You and Billy both know that kids and marriage don’t keep people together. Eddie should know that too, but here he is laughing hysterically.

“It’s not funny,” you whine and finally, he sighs.

“You’re right,” he deadpans, “it’s stupid. So I have Hellfire tonight but if you’re not busy later this week, we should hang out.”

“Can I bring Billy?” you ask, twirling the phone chord around your finger.

Another sigh and he says, “Yeah… guess I should get to know him if he’s gonna be the dad of my god child.”

You’re heart swells, but you deep down knew Eddie would forgive you. You guys were practically family.

-

Dale holds out the light blue uniform shirt to Billy, tells him they can get him an embroidered patch soon and Billy thanks him. Having a name on the shirt was a privilege at the shop in San Diego and Billy never earned it. At your dads shop, it was something everyone typically got from the first day. He wanted his employees to feel important, like they belonged on a team.

Billy pulls the shirt over his white tank top and starts buttoning it up, eyes scanning over your dads office. It’s in disarray. Tools, papers and empty paper coffee cups placed sporadically. On his desk, is a photo of you and your brother. Billy picks it up and looks closer. He suspects it’s from a past trip to Florida because your hair is shorter.

“You’ll have to come out with us from now on,” Dale says.

“What? Sorry,” he places the frame back on the desk.

“Florida. For Christmas, you’ll have to come with us,” your dad explains and Billy feels weird but not in a bad way. Christmas wasn’t ever a special holiday since his mom left. In fact, they didn’t really even celebrate it before his dad met Susan. The only thing he’d looked forward to was a card from his grandparents. However, you talked about Christmas excitedly, you’d told Billy it was your third favorite; after Halloween and Thanksgiving of course. It must be that it was fun in Florida, that holidays with your family weren’t as empty or angry as the ones Billy was used to.

“Yeah,” he says, smiling at the thought, “Wonder what the surfs like down there.”

Your dad laughs, “The waters a lot choppier than California but I imagine you’ll have fun.” He gestures to the door, “Let me give you a tour, real quick.”

Billy listens closely as your dad explains the routine of the shop and what Billy’s primary responsibilities will be before sending him in with Darla from accounting and Billy recognizes the name when your dad says it. He walks into the little office and is met with a member of his fan club, one of the housewives that would hang out around the pool.

“Billy!” she smiles wide, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi,” he says as he walks up to her desk.

She keeps looking over Billy’s shoulder, causing him to turn and look.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she says, “We’re alone.”

He looks back at her with his brows furrowed. Alone? he thinks and his eyes dart down to the worn romance novel sitting on her desk. She stands and he shakes his head, “Oh, no.”

“No?” she looks disappointed.

Billy chuckles, “Dale just hired me, he sent me in here so I could fill out paperwork.”

Her disappointment evolves back into excitement, “You’re working here now?”

“Yep!” he chirps as he sits at the plastic chair across from her desk. “Saving for the baby and all.”

“Baby?” she asks and Billy revels in the defeated tone.

“Yeah, that’s why Dale’s giving me the job. His daughter and I are having a baby,” he puts his elbow on his knees and leans forward.

“Congratulations,” she says as she slams a clipboard on the desk. “Just fill this out quickly and I’ll have you in the books.”

“Awesome,” he grabs it, “Thanks.”

-

Billy takes the long way home, chain-smoking and listening to an entire cassette even though it’s typically a fifteen minute drive from the shop to home. He just needs to clear his head and his favorite way to do so is to take the road that stretches all around Hawkins and back. It’s mostly fields and farms, but it’ll take him right where he’s needs to go and he likes that it’s empty roads. He figures his alone time will be limited from here on out.

When he finally gets home, you’re voicing concerns. They’re in the form of questions, he knows you were worried but he can’t help but feel a bit suffocated. He knows these feelings are because of his looming fear of seeing his dad but he can’t help but lash out.

“I just took a drive,” he bites, “Can you chill out? It’s not even late.”

You stare back up at him, a little stunned but you press your palm on his chest and rub in circles, “I’m sorry.”

Billy doesn’t expect that reaction and his first response is to push you away, but that’s Neil getting in his head. He sighs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest and tucking his face into your neck.

“No, I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, “Just not looking forward to going over there.”

Your hands circle around his waist and you squeeze him, “I’ll be with you. We’ll make it quick, just grab as much as we can and leave.”

He pulls back and hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head back as he leans in to press his lips to yours. It’s chaste but lets you know he trusts you. And anytime his lips are on you, it heats up your thighs and leaves you a little breathless.

“Shall we get it over with then?” Billy grumbles though his tone suggests he really doesn’t want to.

You lace your fingers and pull him out the door. He allows you to lead him across the street and then the two of you just stand at the door. Billy feels as if he has to knock, like he hasn’t just spent a little less than a year living in this house. His knuckles tap against the wood as he prays Max answers the door. She doesn’t.

“It’s about damn time,” Neil spews as he stares at Billy, eyes dark. He eyes dart to you and then back to his son, “Needed your safety blanket, did ya?”

Your blood boils so you squeeze Billy’s hand tighter, “We’re just here to get some of his stuff.”

You figure you’ll do the talking, maybe make this a little easier. Neil opens the door wide, stepping back and you can see Susan peeking her head out of the kitchen. Billy tugs you inside, making a beeline for his bedroom door. Upon opening it, Billy sees that Neil has sold all his stuff and all that’s left is his stereo system and two packed boxes on the floor. His face heats up, he wants to scream at his dad but it’s a losing battle. He knows what Neil will say. He bought everything that was in there. Billy knows because the stereo is still there, it was the first thing Billy bought when he got his first ever paycheck.

He heaves a sigh and then looks over to you, “Can you manage the two boxes? It won’t hurt the… ya know.”

“Billy, I’m like maybe a few weeks along, it’s a little tadpole in there,” you say and then your eyes widen, realizing that you’ve just admitted you were pregnant.

You turn around to see Neil standing in the doorway, looking dumbfounded.

“Fuck,” Billy curses, bringing his hand to rub his brow.

“What was that?” Neil asks, stepping into the room.

Billy heaves a sigh and turns to his dad, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” he scoffs, “Sounded to me like your little girlfriend just said she’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” Susan’s voice rings through the hall and she hurries to stand in the doorway.

Billy doesn’t say anything, he just starts stacking the speakers onto the cassette deck.

“You really fucked up,” Neil laughs sinisterly, the sound startling you and causing bile to rise up your throat. You swallow it down and go to grab the boxes but Neil stops you, “I’ll get the boxes. You shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting.”

“No, it’s fine,” you try but he’s already picking them up with ease and heading for the door.

“Shit,” Billy says, grabbing the stereo and following after his dad.

You eye Susan curiously before walking out behind your boyfriend. Neil’s already at your doorstep when you get outside and Billy’s quickly shuffling across the street after him.

“Dad,” he calls out.

Neil bangs on the door and your dad opens it. Your hearts in your chest as you run after them. You have no idea what Neil’s plan is but you’re scared he’s gonna deck your dad right in the face.

“Neil,” your dad says, opening the door wider to let him in. You and Billy right behind him.

“Go ahead and just set those down anywhere,” Mary says to him, perched over the kitchen counter.

You shut the door behind you, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“Dad,” Billy pleads again, but nothing follows. He doesn’t know what he’s asking Neil not to do.

“So my sons knocked your daughter up, has he?” Neil says after dropping the boxes on the floor.

This is all your fault. The guilt rises in your throat and threatens to pour out, you reach to Billy for comfort once he’s set the stereo down.

“It would appear so,” your dad says, leaning against the kitchen table as he looks to Neil casually.

“And you didn’t kill him?” Neil responds, crossing his arms.

Your dad shrugs, “I like the kid.”

Neil chuckles, but it doesn’t sound happy, like he can’t fathom anyone liking his son. He shakes his head, seems defeated and you and Billy both admire your dad.

“Is that all, then?” your dad asks, crossing his arms.

“Well what’s the plan then? When are you getting married?” Neil asks, turning to his son now.

Billy clears his throat and you notice he starts tapping his foot, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Neil scoffs, “Well, boy, you better figure it out. You don’t want to marry her? You should’ve thought that before you did something so damn irresponsible.”

The words sting your chest and your dad moves in front of Billy, physically shielding him from Neil.

“Thanks for stopping by,” your dad says, “We’ll make sure to let you know the plan.”

Billy’s shocked when his dad retreats, through all the years of abuse, he’s never seen his dad give up on a fight. He takes a deep breath when the door slams. Most of all, though, he’s embarrassed. Without a word, he picks the stereo up and lugs it into your room.

“Thank you, dad…” you hug your father, unable to truly express your gratitude.

“Let Billy know that I didn’t only do that for you, I did it for him,” your dad says, a solemn smile on his face.

You nod, squeezing him once more before trailing to your room to see Billy still holding the stereo. He has no idea where to put it, you have too much stuff. You put your hand on his shoulder, “I’ll give mine to my brother. Yours is better anyways.”

Billy heaves a sigh, remaining silent as he watches you unplug your stereo and gather the speakers. You leave to put it in your brothers room, saying a quiet hello to him when he peers up at you from his book.

“Aw, really?” he sets the book down and sits up.

You place it on his dresser, “Yeah, Billy’s is better than this one.”

“Thanks, sis,” he says, springing up from his bed, “I don’t have any cassettes.”

“I’ll give you some,” you offer, placing your hands on your hips as you look at him.

“Was that his dad?” he asks, biting his nail.

You slap his hand from his mouth, not wanting him to form the habit, “Yeah.”

“Are you really having a baby?” he asks, a tilt of his head.

You nod, giggling as you ruffle up his hair, “Yeah, you’re gonna be an uncle.”

He grins up at you, “I hope it’s a boy.”

“Billy does too,” you reply, “I hope it’s a girl.”

“Typical,” your brother says, poking at the buttons on the stereo set.

You roll your eyes and head back to your room, noticing Billy’s set up the stereo but he’s no longer in the room. You peer curiously out the door to see him walking up to you with the boxes in his hands. He sets them on the floor and sits in front of them, opening the first up to inspect what Neil wanted him to keep. To his surprise, it’s all the things he's kept of his mothers. His heart aches, wanting so desperately to tell her she’s going to be a grandmother, wanting to tell her everything that’s happened since she left.

“He didn’t throw any of it away,” Billy mumbles in disbelief.

“Is it your moms stuff?” you ask, as you sit beside him.

He hands you a photo, it’s of an infant Billy being held by a beautiful blonde lady. You’d never seen any photos of Billy as a baby.

“Huh,” you say, “So our kids gonna be this cute.”

Billy shoves you playfully, “With any luck, it’ll only have my genes.”

You giggle, happy when this side of Billy makes a resurgence. “I’m hoping and praying.”

He hands you another photo, one of when he’s roughly a year old and he’s standing in front of his mom while holding onto her hands. He’s learning how to walk. You scan over it, smiling back at his mom. “She’s so pretty,” you muse, “You look like her.”

You swear he blushes, “Yeah, she was beautiful.”

He continues pulling the items out, showing you every photo and explaining every random item. Billy visibly relaxes, an easy smile plastered on his face and he’s never looked prettier. You kiss his face, starting at his jaw and all the way up to his hairline.

“Oh! Wait!” You spring up and barrel out of the room, only to return with an empty photo album. You sit back down and hand it to him, “Here, you can put them in here.”

He takes it gratefully and gradually, the two of you fill the photo album. Billy then moves onto the second box. It’s his jewelry and a few clothing items but at the bottom of it, his dirty magazines sit. Billy laughs, pulling them out.

“Why the hell didn’t he just throw these away?”

“Who is he to become between a man and his porn collection?” you tease, pulling the first Penthouse magazine from him.

You start flipping through it, seeing in your peripheral that Billy’s watching you with an amused expression. After flipping a page, Polaroids fall into your lap. You drop the magazine and gather up the photos, blushing when you see they’re of you and Billy. Some raunchier than others.

“You kept these?” you ask, softly.

“How do you think I got through those weeks without ya?” he nudges your shoulder.

You look at him, mouth agape. You’re extremely flattered at the thought of Billy pleasuring himself to photos of you. Granted, half of these, his dick is inside of you but still.

“You jacked off to these?” you ask, lowering your voice.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, grabbing them from your hand and shuffling through them. “This one’s my favorite,” he hands you a Polaroid, it’s one of the day at the lake.

You’re embarrassed as you look down at your body, riding Billy on a towel with your swimsuit top not covering your breasts but pulled to the sides. Then you tilt your head, looking at where your bodies meet and you can see just the tiniest inch of his cock. It is a hot photo and you remember how turned on you got when Billy reached for the camera.

Suddenly, you feel his lips on your neck and then his tongue, wet and hot against your sensitive flesh. You moan softly at the feeling, tilting your head even more to give him access while you continue to look at the photo. He reaches into your pants, cupping you over your underwear and your breath hitches in your throat. He gently moves his fingers, teasing the wetness out of you. The photo flutters out of your grip.

“You like it, too,” he notes, feeling you soak through the thin cotton.

“Uh huh,” you moan, awkwardly spreading your thighs and feeling as the magazines and photos fall from your lap onto the floor.

His hand rises a bit, just to snake into your underwear and his fingertips drag up through folds and stop at your clit. He sucks on your neck, rubbing languid circles against your sensitive bud. You lean back, hands pressing on the floor behind you to keep you upright. Billy’s fingers feel like magic, always do. You ache for him, want to feel him all over. You get frustrated sometimes, wanting him closer even if he’s as close as he can physically be.

“Billy,” you whimper, your arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up but when he slides two fingers inside you, you collapse onto your back and kick your feet out to spread your legs further.

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. He pulls away too quickly, so you cling onto his shirt and pull him back down, feeling his smile into the kiss. You lick against his teeth, still pulling at his shirt. He gives you what you want, licking into your mouth and curling his fingers inside you. Your back arches off the ground, moaning into his mouth. He groans back, his fingers faltering when you reach over to feel his cock straining against his jeans. You’re eager, unbuttoning his jeans and trying to claw them down, but with the way he’s positioned you can’t. He lifts his bum up and helps shove them to his thighs with his free hand. Your fingers wrap around his cock as soon as it’s free, stroking him quickly. He laughs against your mouth.

“Slow down,” he mumbles and you lick his teeth again, groaning in protest but you still listen.

You can hear his breathing and the slick sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. You swipe your thumb against his tip, feeling his precum bubbling out and you spread it around which earns you a guttural groan from the blonde. You lift your other hand and push him back, leaning yourself over to take him in your mouth. You have to taste. Swirling your tongue around his pulsing head, your hand strokes whatever’s not in your mouth. Billy leans his head back, biting his lip to stifle his moans. If only he’d turned on the stereo when he plugged it in.

Billy’s pulling his hand away only to snake both of them into your hair, propping himself on his knees and pushing you further down on his cock. You’d be pissed about the loss but his pursuit of his own pleasure turns you on more. You position yourself better in front of him, grabbing onto his thighs while you breath through your nose as you take him into your mouth as deep as you can. You bob your head, by the aid of Billy’s grip on your hair as he guides you up and down. You look up to see his eyes meeting yours, mouth slightly agape and his eyes glassy. You can’t help but gag as he reaches the back of your throat and he moans, voice hoarse and just a tad whiny. It makes you squirm, feeling slick dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck,” he whines, as you pull off him with a loud pop, drool stringing between your lips and the head of his cock.

You stick your tongue out, eyes wide up at him and he wraps his fingers around his cock as he slaps it against your tongue. Your lips tug up before you wrap them around his head again, sucking hard and then pulling off again. Billy’s pushing you down into your back, then. He rips your leggings and panties off before following suit with your top and bra. As he’s lining himself up with your center, you start unbuttoning his work shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, the sleeves catching at his elbows. He gets the hint, smiling when he pulls it off and then grabs the hem of his tank top, bringing it over his head and tossing it aside. He presses his palm against your chest, easing you back down. He grabs his dick again and presses his tip through your folds, shaking it against your clit. You gasp, hands squeezing your own breasts.

“Give it to me, Billy,” you beg, “please.”

He smirks and then plunges his cock into you. It stings slightly as he bottoms out, his hand coming up to dig his fingers into your thigh. Your eyes flutter shut and he brings his other hand to grab your jaw.

“Look at me,” he orders and you obey, eyelids flying open to see his gorgeous, flushed face looking back at you.

Billy shoves his fingers in your mouth and you suck on them lazily, moaning around them as he rocks his hips against you. He pumps in and out of you, deep and slow as his thumb digs into your cheek. It’s crazy, with his fingers shoved in your mouth and his cock balls deep in you, all you can think is how fucking much you love him. How you can’t live without him. How you never want to go a day without this.

“Closer,” you mouth around his fingers.

He pulls them out and looks down at you curiously, slowing his thrusts.

“Closer, want you closer,” you plead.

Billy smiles, leaning down and wrapping his arms around you before pulling you up, holding you against his chest. Your arms circle his neck, holding him close while he moves his hips quicker again. You moan softly against his ear, clinging onto him for dear life. His arms tighten around you and you’re thankful for all the working out he does. He’s able to press against your g-spot with every thrust as this angle and you’re quickly coming undone around him. In attempt to help, you writhe against him. His labored breathing followed by small, high pitched moans in your ear pushes you along. You scratch at his upper back, letting him know you’re close and he starts pounding up into you harder. It snaps, the build up of your orgasm falling over the edge and you shake against him, biting his shoulder to quiet the cry you let out.

Billy’s leaning down, resting you on your back and relentlessly thrusting into you. You scratch all the way down his back, overwhelmed with pleasure as you ride out your climax. He freezes, eyes squeezing shut and gritting his teeth as he releases inside of you. You hold onto his face, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding your hips up against him. He whimpers, hands grabbing onto your hips to pin you down. He collapses his weight on top of you and it’s the most comfortable feeling in the world. You squeeze him in your arms and pepper his neck with kisses.

He finally lifts himself up to his elbows and gazes down at you, curls sticking to his face with sweat. He looks ethereal, always does but more so now than ever.

“I love you,” he whispers, caressing your face.

“I love you, Billy.”

-

Three months of saving and he’s about to burn through it in an instant. Billy peers down at the ring, reading the engraving and second guessing himself. Not about proposing, but about the words he’s chosen.

Forever, Snoopy.

He knows you’ll get it but it feels cheesy and he’s a bit uncomfortable with that side of him showing. He knows he shouldn’t feel embarrassed around you. Besides, girls like that kind of mushy, romantic stuff. Billy has a hard time with being perceived as anything other than tough and cool so he tells himself you’ll think the ring is cool and that it was very cool of him to reference how you met and totally not tacky and cheesy.

It burns a hole in his pocket as he walks into the restaurant, seeing you sitting there with your dad, brother and Mary and wonders if proposing in such a public setting is a bad idea. Oh, God, what if you say no?

He feels his lunch threaten to make a reappearance and he redirects his path to the bathroom. He locks the door behind him and looks at himself in the mirror. He wore his best shirt, the maroon one and he’s only buttoned the last two buttons. He shimmies out of his leather jacket, suddenly feeling too hot. He rests it on the counter and then turns the cold water on. He splashes it on his face and then takes a deep breath. Why would you say no? There’s no possible timeline in which you say no to marrying him.

Hell, he’d asked your dad this morning and if he doubted your acceptance he would’ve said something like ‘Sure, Billy, spend all of the tiny bit you’ve saved to move out of my house to get rejected by my daughter’ instead of “Yes, of course you have my blessing.”

Billy takes a deep breath and exits the bathroom, only to turn around and retrieve his jacket. Nerves be damned, he was gonna marry you. He arrives to the table and you stand to greet him, his eyes darting to the tiny baby bump more obvious than it’s ever been in the tight dress you’re wearing. He kisses you, hand pressing to your hip as he does so.

“Hi, baby,” you say to him with those dreamy eyes.

“Hi,” he coos back, his nerves subsiding the second your eyes meet. He forgets why he was nervous in the first place. “Sorry, I'm late,” he apologizes to you and then your family, as he sits down.

Your dad gives him a knowing smile and it makes Billy even more nervous. He’s in his own head during the whole dinner, missing questions directed at him. You reach over and squeeze his bicep, asking if he’s alright and Billy just nods.

Then he tells himself he’s got nothing to worry about and maybe right now isn’t the right time to propose. He ignores your dads pointed looks and when you excuse yourself to restroom Billy announces to the table, “I am going to propose just not here.”

“You nervous?” Dale chuckles, sipping his wine.

Billy blushes, “I just… I don’t know, feel like we should be alone.”

Mary reaches in her bag and pulls out the Polaroid camera, “Then you have to take the photo.”

“I can’t do both at the same time,” Billy explains, a little exasperated.

Mary grins, “Why don’t you do it when she gets back? As she walks up, get down on one knee.”

Billy’s eyes widen, thinking about what a spectacle that would be, “God, no. I want to do it when we’re alone.”

“It’s their story, Mary,” your dad says, “Let them write it.”

“Fine,” she grumbles and reaches for her wine.

“I’ll ask for you if you’re scared,” your brother offers Billy earnestly.

Billy pats his back, “Thanks, kid but I’ve got to do this myself.”

You return to the table and raise an eyebrow as they all turn to Billy expectantly, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Billy smiles too wide at you.

And he doesn’t ask, he thinks about it when you’re cuddling before bed that night but he can’t bring himself to do it. He presses kisses against the back of your neck

“You know I love you, right?” he mumbles, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You lean your head back, awkwardly angling your lips to his. He squeezes your waist and kisses back deeply.

“I love you, too Billy. Why are you acting weird?” you turn around to look into his eyes.

“I’m not acting weird,” he argues, but his cheeks feel hot.

“Are you trying to ask for a blow job?” you tease, pushing his hair back.

“I mean…” he laughs, “If you’re offering, I’ll accept.”

“Go to bed,” you giggle and tuck your head in his shoulder.

He’ll ask in the morning, he decides.

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 • more of the pennyverse here.

Summary: . . . After your eventful labor and delivery, you and Eddie can only wait to see what fate holds for your newborn son as you two finally decide on a name. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.

a/n: we have finally reached the rainbow at the end of the storm, my friends. wrapping this up feels so bittersweet, i'm going to miss all the interactions! i don't think i've gotten to talk to this many people here before and i hope it doesn't stop after part three. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. and a HUGE thank you to my partner in crime, @kitmon, for beta-ing this (all three parts) bad boy for me. while Wayne's World is finally over, i'm excited to continue writing for this little family. on to the next thing! word count is 4kish. happy reading! and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? ◡̈

While Eddie was out like a light, your doctor had also dropped in for a visit to inform you you’d be staying at the hospital for at least another day, which you weren’t too excited about. You were prescribed medication to take during your stay and so long as you felt good, you were allowed to roam about, meaning you could visit your son. 

  Wayne had also dropped by, with a bag he’d packed full of Eddie’s clothes and things he thought he would need. He hadn’t wanted to wake Eddie up, either. After making sure you were okay, he ended up taking Penny home with him. You’d debated on letting her stay, but you figured Eddie would be vehement on staying with you and she’d want to play with her toys soon. Wayne had promised to bring her back for visits.

  Then it was just you and your sleeping husband. Eddie slept through the morning, past the afternoon, and into the evening. You were just about to run out of patience—eager to see your baby—when he finally woke up.

  “Wha’ happen?” He rasped out, voice groggy and eyes squinted almost shut as he stretched, letting out an inhuman grunt. 

  “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” you glanced at the clock on the wall, “or goodnight, I guess.”

  “Night?” He followed your gaze, eyes shooting wide open when he realized how late he’d slept. “Oh, shit. It’s seven.” 

  “I’m aware,” you were entirely amused, “Your breakfast, lunch, and dinner are on the counter.” You pointed over to the counter and cabinets lining the wall.

  Eddie was starving, he tossed the blanket aside to get up and made quick work of all of his meals, to your surprise. 

  Watching Eddie eat was always so entertaining. He ate so chaotically, messy like a gremlin. And not just when he was starving. 

  “Where’s Pen?” He asked through a mouthful of food. 

  “With Wayne and Maude. He stopped by and dropped off some things for you.” You pointed this time to the duffel bag resting near his makeshift pullout bed. 

  The burger you’d got him for lunch was clenched in his teeth, the wrapper around it preventing its contents from falling out, as he rifled through it, pulling out a clean shirt, a pair of sweats and some boxers.

  “Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked, again with a mouthful of food as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his legs. 

  You watched as he struggled to get his feet out of them without using his hands, aggressively shaking them off his right ankle. He cursed under his breath once they were off and you couldn’t help but elate in the fact your husband was still a dork.

  “You were tired, snoring up a storm—’’

  “—I don’t snore.”

  “—And looking like you were in a coma.”

  Eddie snorted as he devoured the rest of his burger before he was able to go put on the clean boxers (you’d made sure to lean forward so you could get your eyeful) and yank on the sweats. Then he pulled his shirt off and you responded by clapping your hands appreciatively.

  “Now, give me a little twirl,” you swirled your finger downward, with a smirk and Eddie laughed as he threw the shirt at you.

  “Knock it off, six week waiting period still applies to you so you’d better not tempt me.”

  You whistled as you pulled his shirt off your head, holding it to your chest, “You might have had the dinner but I definitely got the show.”

  “You’re incorrigible,” but he was still grinning as he yanked the clean shirt over his head. 

  You waited until he was comfortable, with his food, on the pull out before you informed him, “My doctor came by, too. Said I’m stuck here for another freaking day.”

  Eddie pulled the fry he’d been about to eat away from his mouth so he could tease you with a pout. He was actually glad, you’d be surrounded by medical professionals so if for some reason something happened, they’d be able to take care of you. Plus, he’d be by your side every day until then. This was his last day off, but he’d call Norm in the morning and let him know he’d have to take the next couple of days off. He’d saved up more than enough paid time off at the shop, something he’d chosen this particular one to work at for offering. 

  Of course, when he’d gotten the gig as a teenager, he’d only been concerned about using that time to try out a new strain or micro dose. 

  You rolled your eyes and slumped back into your bed, “Jerk. She also said I could move around. After you finish eating, will you take me to go see him?”

  Fuck, Eddie would take you right now. He was about to set his tray aside when you hissed. 

  “Eat.”

  He held his hands up in defeat, but finished off his food a little faster. 

  While he finished eating, you’d gotten out of bed (yes, he almost had a heart attack and you had to threaten him to keep him from hovering) to freshen up. By the time you were done, so was Eddie.

  You’d dug around his bag until you found one of your favorite shirts of his and put it on, under the stupid hospital gown, along with a pair of his sweats.

  And you hadn’t wanted to, like really, really didn’t want to, but you allowed him to push you to the NICU in a wheelchair. It was the only way you were allowed to leave your room. Why didn’t you want to? Because Eddie insisted it was a game, full on running to propel the wheelchair, even spinning you around in it, when he wasn’t pretending to crash into things. It was fun, but you were sure the hospital staff didn’t appreciate it.

  When you finally got to the NICU and the nurse placed your baby in your arms, you knew everything you’d been through was worth it. Every single second you got with him was precious and worth the possible sorrow that may follow. 

  “He does look like Penny,” you agreed, lifting him up to press a kiss to his forehead. He was in better looking condition than you recalled, not pasty or almost blue, and breathing. You remembered the shock of fear that had shot up your spine when he hadn’t been after you’d pushed him out.

  He was small, smaller than Penny had been for obvious reasons, and while it made you sad that you hadn’t been able to keep him in you to develop more, you were still happy to have him.

  “Although, I think their noses are different,” you mused and gently stroked your finger over the small tip of his nose, tubeless since he’d been removed from his incubator to be placed in your arms. He scrunched it up at the contact, and you were delighted with his response, “he’s got your’s, Eddie.”

  “You think so?” Eddie was taken with that nose scrunch, absolutely entranced. He’d seen you do it in the wee hours of that very morning.

  “Oh, yeah. He’s perfect. I wonder whose eyes he has.” Selfishly, you hoped a pair of big, brown baby cow eyes, like his father’s and sister’s, were under the eye cover.

  “You can take it off,” The nurse hovering nearby informed you, he was handling another baby but he’d heard your comment, “he’s done with his phototherapy. The lighting in here isn’t harsh either, so he’ll be just fine.”

  He stopped what he was doing to hand you a couple of wipes, “Just moisten the edges and it will come right off.”

  You did as instructed, Eddie hovering over you in anticipation. Once the edges were saturated with the warm wipe, you carefully peeled the eye mask away, heart squeezing as your baby boy blinked them open. Well, that was a stretch, he blinked them into a squint.

  He glared up at you like that for a few more moments, before his blinking became rapid and then they were finally open, forehead scrunched up in curiosity as he stared, little mouth just barely parted. 

  “Hi,” you giggled out, absolutely ecstatic to see a pair of familiar dark eyes peering up at you. 

  “Guess that answers that.” Eddie’s smile was soft as he watched you press another kiss to his head, your fingertips mingling with the fluff on his head. He couldn’t help but notice how enthralled his son looked with you, little fists curled near his face.

  “You are so perfect,” you cooed down at him, finger stroking his cheek, he blinked at the contact, gave your hand some serious side eye for surprising him then returned his awed stare to your face. “I love you so much, my little grump. You’re gonna be okay, yeah? ‘Cause you’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? Gonna make it out even when you’re dealt the shorthand.” 

  Was Eddie Munson about to cry again? Yes.

  “Perfect, perfect, perfect,” You enunciated each one word with a kiss to his head, “We still have to name him.”

  The morbid image of a potential name for his son, etched into stone came to the forefront of his man and Eddie felt a stabbing pang in his chest as he forced the image away.

  “You know, I technically chose Penny’s,” you drawled, craning your head to look up at him, “I think it’s only fair you name him. Since you won’t let me name him Eddie Jr.”

  Eddie stared back at you, gaze intense before it shifted down to the little bundle in your arms, at the face peeking out from the blankets.

  He hadn’t wanted to name his baby after him, wanted him to be more than just a namesake. With Penny, well, her name meant something to him. Unconditional love. 

  It didn’t actually translate to that, but it had belonged to the one person in his life—other than you—who showed him affection, emotion. 

  The baby’s eyes moved away from your face, catching Eddie’s stare and something about it prompted a thought, a fact really. 

  Eddie was wrong. He was so, so wrong in his thought process. The weight of the realization almost had his knees buckling as he stared back at that little face.

  For the first time, Eddie thought of his son’s name. Etched in stone or not, it was the only one worthy of him.

  You’d let the nurse know and he retrieved your son's birth certificate for you. You loved the name so much and since Eddie had been the one to decide on it, you insisted he write it on his birth certificate as well. It had to be the neatest thing Eddie had ever written.

  It hadn’t been easy to let the nurse take your baby back, away from you and you had teared up, afraid it would be the last time you’d see him.

  Eddie had been upset too, in the last few moments you were allowed with him, he’d let his little guy hold onto his finger and reminded him of their earlier talk. He had to make it through tonight, so he could go home with them. After a few parting kisses, tears and reaffirming your love to him, he was whisked away to his incubator and you and Eddie made the sullen trip back to your room. 

  He held you in your bed while you both cried. 

  And cried.

  And cried.

  Eventually, the two of you fell asleep, the sheer emotional exhaustion too much for either of you. 

  When you woke up, it was to sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains and the nurse taking your vitals. Eddie was still lightly snoring into the side of your head and just as the nurse finished, both Dr. Eisenberg and Dr. Houseman entered your room.

  “Good morning!” Dr. Eisenberg chirped. Dr. Houseman silently made herself comfortable leaning against the counter.

  “Morning,” came your groggy reply as you shook Eddie awake. He peaked an eye open to glare at you but the moment he caught sight of both doctors, he snapped awake.

  “Sorry to disturb you two, we just figured you’d want to hear the news. Mrs. Munson, although I know you must love your hospital bed, today’s looking like your last day here. Which means I want to hear about you doing lots of walking today. I’m gonna check on you again tomorrow, but if all is well, you’ll be discharged then.”

  Halle-freaking-lujah. 

  Dr. Eisenberg stepped back, nudging Dr. Houseman’s shoulder enthusiastically to take her place.

  “I believe this is the first time we’ve met, Mrs. Munson,” she regarded you with kind eyes before acknowledging Eddie, “Mr. Munson. Nice to see you’ve gotten some rest.”

  Eddie tried not to feel personally attacked.

  “I come bearing news of your son. He made it through the night, with no issues. He’s out of phototherapy, responding well to feedings—that’s very important—and while his breathing is fast, it’s also a good sign. It doesn’t leave him breathless, so it may just be his excitement at being in the outside world and getting to use his lungs. He doesn’t tire more than would be normal for a newborn, either. We’re gonna keep him a little longer, let him develop a little more and ensure the hole starts to heal up, but I give it no more than two weeks before he goes home.”

  The amount of weight lifted off both your shoulders and Eddie’s was almost disorientating. Your baby made it. You’d get to take him home! You wanted to cry, jump around, do backflips, but you settled for leaning into Eddie, who was blinking an awful lot.

  “Alright, I think we served our purpose. We’ll let the two of you have some peace.” They both gave you grins as they made their way out of the room, though Dr. Eisenberg stopped, effectively halting Dr. Houseman as well, “By the way, LOVE the name you gave him. Really fits the little guy.”

  Dr. Houseman nodded in agreement before she was ushering Eisenberg out of the room.

  You held each other again as you cried, this time tears of joy and relief.

  Wayne stopped by again, this time with Penny and a bag of necessities meant for you (packed with care by Maude because Wayne was too embarrassed to go through your drawers). She’d begged Eddie, literally wrapped herself around one of his legs until he agreed to take her to see baby brother. He hadn’t wanted to, would much rather have them meet at the trailer when the two of you could finally bring him home and not when he was still in an incubator, patched up to machines, but he relented.

  Wayne kept you company while he took her to see the baby. She hadn’t asked any questions about the babies, only stating the stork must be getting ready to take them to their mommies and daddies because they were in boxes. 

  When he’d pointed out her brother, she couldn’t look away, placing both hands on the glass as well as her forehead to stare at him. 

  “My little baby potatoes.”

  “He’s not—alright, sweet pea.”

  “I getta keep him, huh, daddy?”

  “Yeah, you get to keep him.” Eddie found himself blinking away tears, comforted to know he wasn’t lying to her, didn’t have to be obtuse to avoid telling her the truth anymore. 

  “Okie dokie, les take ‘em home.”

  Eddie chuckled and pulled her a little ways from the glass to press a kiss to her cheek, “He has to stay here for a few more days, but he’s gonna come home.”

  “Pomise?”

  “I promise.”

  She eyed him suspiciously, “You won’t fuwwet ‘em?”

  “Forget,” Eddie corrected but Penny didn’t amend the word like she would normally do when reminded of the proper pronunciation. She still had a little difficulty with her ‘r’s so if a word had the letter in it and she said it right the first time, great, if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be fixing it, “And that was one time, sweet pea, I came back for you like a minute later.”

  Penny maintained an impressive, nonstop commentary about all the things she was going to teach her baby brother to do during the walk back to your hospital room. At some point, she’d asked Eddie to swing her the rest of  the way, which he scoffed at because that would make him look ridiculous to the staff.

  Needless to say, by the time they got back, Eddie was sure the staff would be making fun of him.

  Wayne hadn’t asked to see the baby, he was content knowing the little fella would be coming home with you. He still had that image of him in the truck stuck in his head, and he’d rather replace it with a baby in a car seat instead of an incubator. He and Penny stayed a while. She took your doctor’s walking orders (that Eddie foolishly mentioned in front of her) seriously and demanded you walk back and forth around the room with her. It was no problem until it just got annoying but you entertained her anyways. 

  Then all your friends had shown up, waiting strategic intervals of time to slip into your room as small groups so the nurses wouldn’t notice. They’d brought tons of gifts and Eddie had to sneak them to the NICU entrance, a few at a time, so they could see your baby through the glass.

  After what a c-section was had been explained to the boys, Dustin’s respect for you skyrocketed, which you hadn’t thought would be possible considering his high opinion of you in the first place, and Lucas thought you had to be some kind of superhuman to survive that, he was amazed. Poor Will and Robin looked like they wanted to throw up when Steve’s girlfriend explained how some of your insides had been briefly removed to get to the baby.

  It had been Nancy and Jonathan who got the group out of the hospital, and just in time. Your main nurse had come to check on you with all the suspicious hallway activity. Wayne and Penny left when visiting hours were over and you convinced Eddie to sleep on the bed with you, you always fell asleep fast when you got to cuddle up to him and you needed the night to pass already so you could get discharged. 

  You were impatient the next morning, Eddie watched on in amusement as you got ready, fluttering about the room until you finally slipped into a shirt and some comfortable pants with a high waistline (nothing was pressing into your scar until that bad boy was healed), then put your hospital gown over them and climbed into bed to disguise your getaway outfit. 

  Your plan was of course foiled when Dr. Eisenberg arrived and had you walk across the room a couple of times. She’d been amused with your expectations, but stuck to her promise and a nurse was wheeling you out after you were discharged.

  Wayne, Penny and Maude greeted you when you arrived home, and while you were pleased to be in your own clothes and trailer, you wanted your baby with you. 

  “What happened to the spot?” You’d asked Wayne, at some point while Maude and Penny were showing Eddie a new dress Maude had made for her.

  You were referring to the stain you were sure your water breaking had left—unfortunately, rather bloody as well. 

  “Maude got rid of it. Took ‘er a couple ‘a days but she managed to scrub it out, ‘s why she couldn’t come see you, reckon she figured you wouldn’t wanna see it.”

  The widow from a couple of trailers away—and Wayne’s lady love—was shy as hell, but you were positive you loved her. 

  You and Eddie made sure to visit your son as often as possible. While Eddie worked, you spent most of your mornings and afternoons at the hospital, learning from the nurses about his improving condition and how to care for him. You’d learned he was fed a couple of special formulas, though they still encouraged you to breastfeed. On day seven of his hospital stay, you got to nurse him for the first time. 

  It was difficult, he wouldn’t latch properly no matter how hard you or the lactation consultant tried at first. It took him a while to get the hang of it, and it had been mildly uncomfortable for you, but eventually he did start latching. Day eight was spent encouraging him to latch each time. You knew you’d have to feed him those special formulas, but that was the extent of sharing him with a bottle you were willing to go. It was 50/50, and they’d informed you as soon as he caught up in development, and started gaining weight, the need for the formulas would lessen and you wouldn’t have to share him.

  GOOD.

  On day nine, you and Eddie got to bring him home. It hadn’t been completely planned, Dr. Houseman had suggested it the day prior, hadn’t guaranteed it and hadn’t been expecting you to have a carseat and anything else you might need for the ride home, but when she mentioned that he was good to go—though he’d have to be seen regularly to ensure his heart was in healthy condition and healing—Eddie bolted to retrieve the car seat he’d had waiting for his little dude and came just about running back.

  “Don’t look so sour, baby,” He cooed as he tucked his little baby in and secured the harness around him. His son’s face was scrunched up, glaring at Eddie while he buckled him in. Clearly, he wasn’t a fan of the car seat, but he changed his tune when Eddie gently squished his cheeks between his thumb and index finger, the baby immediately relaxed, eyes wide as he stared up at his daddy. Then Eddie was tucking a blanket around him, and lowering the visor to protect him from the cold air.

  It was wonderfully symbolic how peaceful the drive home from the hospital with your son had been compared to how chaotic the drive to the hospital, with him, had been. 

  Wayne, Penny and Maude were waiting for you again. Penny practically attacked Eddie’s legs as soon as he made it through the door with the car seat. 

  “Whoa, sweet pea! Careful, daddy doesn’t want to step on you.”

  “I wanna see ‘em!”

  “You will,” You promised as you shut the door behind you. Wayne and Maude were perched on the couch as Eddie placed the car seat down and squatted so he could carefully take the baby out of it. Penny’s energy seemed to disappear, she was stock still, watching as Eddie lifted the visor, removed the blanket, unbuckled the baby and finally pulled him out. 

  Maude’s reaction was instant, sounds of adoration slipping past her lips as the baby scrunched his back while Eddie lifted him, tiny arms pulling up near his head. 

  Wayne laughed, relieved to see the baby looked nothing like he had when he’d first seen him. In fact, if he didn’t know better he’d think Eddie brought home the wrong one. 

  “You wanna hold him?”

  “Bring ‘im ‘ere.” Wayne held his hands out and Eddie carefully placed his newborn son in them.

  “Well, ‘yer in better shape, ain’t you?” He commented down at the little guy. As soon as those eyes were on him, he knew there had been no baby mix up. He was Eddie’s kid.

  “‘Shoot, another one with ‘yer eyes?” Wayne chuckled and Eddie’s chest puffed with pride. His next joke was directed towards you, “He’s lookin’ like Penny did when she was a baby, you sure you ain’t a copy machine?”

  “Not anymore,” You scoffed, smiling at the sight as you leaned into Eddie’s side. He slipped an arm around your shoulders, hand moving to the side of your head as he pulled you even closer to kiss.

  “He’s a cute lil’ fella. What’s his name?”

  Eddie smirked against the top of your head before he answered him, “Wayne.”

  “Hmn?” Then, without looking up from that little face, Wayne figured Eddie hadn’t heard him and was asking him to repeat himself. “‘Said what’s his name?”

  “I heard you, his name is Wayne.”

  Wayne looked up at the two of you then, eyes wide and unbelieving.

  “Wha—?”

  “His full name is Wayne Edward Munson,” you had to make sure they knew Eddie compromised and was willing to allow you to use his name as his son’s middle name, the smile on your face was smug. “Wayne.”

  Wayne cleared his throat, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. 

  “‘S really…” He trailed off, throat thick as he swallowed, head nodding a couple of times. 

  “I didn’t always imagine myself as a family man growing up,” Eddie confessed, “but when I did, I imagined having these crazy, weirdo kids who I’d love and who would love me back. Teach them to play the guitar, how to appreciate good music, play Dungeons and Dragons with. Was already afraid I’d mess up, though. And they’d stop loving me.

  “When we had Penny and she,” Eddie pressed another kiss to your head, “suggested we name her after my mom, I thought it was perfect. Naming the baby I was afraid would one day stop loving me after someone who never did was perfect to me. I was struggling real hard on names for him, didn’t think Edward was worthy of him. Then he looked at me. In that moment, all I could think about was how much I loved him. I couldn't help but wonder if that was how you felt when you saw me.”

  Eddie wasn’t the insecure kid he used to be—well, not as insecure. He’d been unsure of it at the start of his stay with Wayne, the older Munson was never very vocal with his emotions, though he had on occasion told Eddie he loved him. It wasn’t a machismo thing, Eddie was sure Wayne just didn’t know how to express emotions. It was how he’d been raised. Regardless, Eddie knew Wayne loved him. 

  Loved him when he was a baby, born from the woman he loved and not even his own son. Loved him when he saw him sporadically throughout his early life. Loved him enough to try and fight to keep him when his mom died, though the law gave him back to his dad. Loved him when a social worker showed up on his doorstep with him in tow, a broken shell of a boy. Loved him in those few awkward first interactions as they learned how to be around each other again. Loved him when he started getting in trouble, when police officers started escorting him home, when he’d had to pick him up from the police station, when he knew he was selling things and partaking in a business Wayne didn’t particularly approve of, loved him through it all. By blood, he might have been an uncle. By all other means, that man was his father. And his name was the only name worthy of his son. No rock star could compete. 

  “So, we named him after the other person in my life who never stopped loving me.”

  Eddie could see the shine on Wayne’s eyes as his mouth set in a firm line. 

  Finally, Wayne managed to rasp out, “‘Ye’ah, you’re right. Not for one secon’.”

  Not for once second had he stopped loving his boy. 

  Wayne looked down at little Wayne, whose stare was no longer scrutinizing, “You got ‘yerself a good pair ‘a parents. ‘Couldn’ta asked to be born in a better family.”

  “Uhm, ‘scuse me, I fuwwot his name. What’s he called?”

  “Wayne, baby.” Eddie chuckled and Penny leaned against Maude’s legs, craning forward to get a good look at her brother.

  “Waynie. I like it! Can I put ‘em in my stoller now?”

  “No, Penny.”

  After the flood of emotions that your living room became that morning, Wayne and Maude had stuck around for a couple of hours before they said goodbye to Penny and baby Wayne and made their way home. So, about a three minute walk, tops.

  You settled onto the couch, next to Eddie who had Penny curled on his lap, with baby Wayne, ready to nurse him as Eddie searched for something to watch. You’d just gotten Wayne to latch when Eddie made a pleased sound and you glanced up to find out what had amused him.

  On the tv was an episode of Saturday Night Live, specifically the beginnings of one of Mike Myers’s most popular sketches as Eddie’s favorite character from the show. 

  “Just in time,” At the mention of his son’s name on screen, Eddie glanced down at the baby attached to your boob, whose gaze flickered to the side to meet his as if he was aware of gaining his dad’s attention. 

The corner’s of Eddie’s lips twitched as his big eyes stared at him, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Welcome to Wayne’s World.”

This will probably be an odd ask/idea

But I've had a thought. Imagine billy x fem reader who has a seriously religious mother and billy accidentally gets reader pregnant. They aren't in a relationship or anything, just a one night stand.

So readers mom finds out and she drags reader all the way to Billy's house and demands to talk to Neil. At this point billy doesn't know, you just found out you were pregnant. And he's watching your mom scream and yell and demand billy marries you because she doesn't want her daughter to be a wh*re.

Anyways imagine if billy didn't care, not one bit. He thinks you're really pretty anyways and figures he would've likely never settled down (he probably has serious anxiety that nobody will like who he truly is, feels like they would've abandoned him like his mom)

And he's forced to get an apartment with you, so now you're both married with a baby on the way and your own apartment (thankfully your family has money to spare and your dad isn't as serious as your mom is, he's probably sending you a little extra each month) Billy's sleeping on the couch every night, you two haven't taken your so called marriage seriously.

And its still like that when the baby is born (its a girl!) And you've decided to name her Jude because reader had the Beatles song stuck in her head her entire pregnancy.

And you're laying there in the hospital bed alone, your baby is in the nursery with all the other newborns, and you feel billy slide in behind you. He's cuddling you from behind (imagine the ending scene of Juno when she had her baby) and you both fall asleep feeling perfectly content with your life. Even though you never intended to get pregnant or marry billy, you can't help but feel complete

(Sorry this is long)

So angsty but sweet! I hope this tickles your fancy!!

The collage of crosses on the wall remind you of what a charlatan you are. Your vision blurs the longer you look at them, listening to your mother screaming about how you’re going to hell for having premarital sex and with the Hargrove boy no less.

It was a simple checkup, you hadn’t been feeling well and it was supposed to be an easy checkup but your mom insists they test you every time you go to the doctor. She’s been doing it since you got your period. You didn’t expect it to come back positive but then again, when you’d hooked up with Billy, he was so pretty and charming you couldn’t bring yourself to insist he use protection.

He never called and you stopped showing up at the pool. A night to be forgotten about. Unfortunately, God apparently decided to punish you. Your mother tells you as much on the drive over to Billy’s house. When she bangs on the door, you’re standing meekly behind her, unable to meet the blonde’s eyes as he opens up.

“You,” your mother seethes when she sees him. “I need to talk to your father. Now.”

He obeys and your mother drags you inside without an invite, already screaming. Billy stands with his arms crossed with his dad, the both of them equally looking confused as your mom babbles on about angry she is. Then she motions to Billy, “He’s knocked up my daughter! He’s ruined her for any good man.”

Billy’s face drops, finding out the news like this probably not the best way. You tear your eyes away from his, staring down at a stain in the carpet, wondering what caused it.

Neil’s now screaming at Billy and two domineering voices echoing throughout the house is unfortunately a sound you’re used to. And it seems as if Billy is too, but when he’s forced to apologize to your mother you find it odd, eyes darting back up to him.

“They have to get married. She’s not going to be an unwed mother. She’s not going to be a whore,” your mom insists and you’re genuinely shocked when Billy doesn’t protest.

-

Sharing an apartment with your “husband” is awkward at best. He doesn’t sleep in the bed. You wonder if maybe this was just an easy escape from his apparent shitty home life. It was for you. There’s no yelling anymore. It just feels empty. The bed is empty. Just you, and you know your husband should be in here with you. It hurts that he’s not. You don’t know Billy but you do like him. You like looking at him, you like the polite conversations you have when you have dinner or watch TV together, and you want so desperately for him to come crawl into bed with you and suddenly confess he’s madly in love with you and he’s so happy to be the father of your baby and your husband. But he won’t and he doesn’t.

The ring on your finger doesn’t make you feel married but you are. You have been for almost nine months now. You’re so pregnant you look like you might pop.

As you attempt to sleep, like clockwork, Hey Jude gets stuck in your head. It does almost every night. It is a song that brings you joy so perhaps that’s why. A little lullaby to lull you to sleep. You sing it out to yourself, quietly. Over and over until sleep comes.

Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better

-

Labor is a long twelve hours and Billy isn’t in the room. Your mother complains profusely about it but you’re not surprised. You didn’t even call him at work when your water broke, but when your mother found out he didn’t know, she called him.

Still, he doesn’t come.

The nurse hands a clean newborn girl to you and your heart melts at the sight of her. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes and a button nose like daddy. Some of you is in there too, not as clearly but it’s there. She looks up at you with big eyes and a wrinkly face and you kiss her forehead.

“Hey, Jude,” you sing to her, naming her after the song that cradled you to sleep every night.

She’s so beautiful and pure.

It’s not until everyone’s left and they’ve tucked Jude away in the newborns room that Billy opens the door. You sigh, turning over and closing your eyes.

Then warmth. He’s getting in the hospital bed with you, chest pressed tightly against your back and an arm wrapping around your waist. It’s the closest you two have been in these long nine months and you don’t realize just how deeply you wanted it.

When he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, you feel hot tears staining your cheeks and everything feels wonderful all of sudden. It feels whole. Complete.

You fall asleep cuddled up like that. Billy clinging onto you and you know he’ll feel the same way when he sees Jude.

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part thirteen // Billy Hargrove x f!reader

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Orange hues light up your room as your alarm blares. The clock reads 5:00 and you have to pull yourself from your sheets. Well you got three hours of sleep, that’s not too bad. Laying in bed by nine last night, you had the right idea but you’re thoughts swarmed excessively and no matter how hard you had tried, you couldn’t feel sleepy. Counting sheep, reading and being aware of your breathing had all failed. You were too nervous and excited to sleep. You knew you could sleep on the plane anyways.

You had thankfully packed all your bags and left them by the front door last night. The only thing you had to do before leaving was get dressed and brush your teeth. As you file through your dresser, your stomach feels like you’re about to drop on a roller coaster. Plane rides did make you nervous but what this trip could turn out to be made you more nervous. You were hoping this meant getting back together but you decided you’d let Billy make the first move and if he never did, then you’d accept that. You couldn’t imagine a world where you could be just be friends. You desired him too deeply, there was no way you’d be able to curb that feeling for him. You hear a knock at the door and your heart swells. He’s here. You quickly dress in comfortable clothes, a t-shirt and leggings with your Reeboks. You rush to brush your teeth, bouncing on your feet with excitement.

“Honey?” you hear your dad call out, “Billy’s here! You awake? We’ve got to get going soon.”

“Be right there!” you shout around your toothbrush.

After rinsing your mouth, you splash a bit of Jean Naté on your neck before you run out to the kitchen. Billy’s standing there, looking exhausted but still dressed in his 501’s.

“It’s like a five hour flight,” you remind Billy, “Are you gonna be comfortable in jeans?”

He smiles at you, “I wear these almost every day. I’ll be fine.”

Your dad interrupts the moment, “Alright, you kids ready to go?”

You both nod, Billy grabs onto your suitcase to lug it out and you fight the urge to kiss his cheek as you walk out to your dads station wagon.

“Did you wanna give me the keys to Camaro?” your dad asks Billy, “so I could go and start it every few days? Make sure it’s still alive when you get back?”

Billy laughs, a little surprised he hadn’t thought of it himself. He reaches into his pocket and hands your dad the keys.

“Please,” he says, “I mean hell, if you feel obligated to bring the baby into the shop for a tune up I wouldn’t be mad.”

The interaction has your stomach flipping and your heart swelling. You imagine one day being married to Billy and him getting along with your dad like this. You wanna climb into the back with Billy and sit in his lap the whole way to the airport. But you push everything down. You’d promised yourself you’d let him make the first move. This trip was between two friends. One of those friends desired the other carnally but hey, still friends. You could behave yourself.

You do feel like a married couple once you get to the airport and argue about how to spend the brief hour you have before the flight. And another argument about what to do during your layover. You can’t help but think that prior to the break up, you two would’ve spent the hour and a half layover fucking in some deserted bathroom. You’re a little hopeful that might still happen. But Billy passes out during the first flight.

You watch him, so entirely tempted to hold onto him in any way you can. You don’t, but you don’t stop yourself from admiring him while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful and everything about Billy makes your heart skip a beat. His nose, so cute and button like as he breathes through it. His eyes seem active under his eyelids, like he’s having an incredible dream. You wanna hear about every dream he’s ever had. You pine for him to tell you every thought he’s ever had, and you think maybe this breakup could actually make you two closer. You suddenly longed for him in such a different way.

As if on cue, you feel the deep stabbing of guilt in your chest and suddenly you feel like crying. You had tried your hardest to justify to yourself why you’d cheated on Billy but when it came down to it, you were really just being selfish. You were broken, you’d repeated your mother’s behaviors which made you feel worse because you had always been so mad at her for doing that to your family. And instead of ending things, your dad demanded more control of your mom, which just pushed her away. He screened her phone calls, read her mail and wouldn’t let her leave the house unless he went with. You think you expected Billy to do the same. That was also selfish of you. In fact, now, you couldn’t believe he was sitting next to you on this plane. You didn’t deserve that and you wanted to tell him as much but were scared to bring up the situation at all.

An hour or so passes and you succumb to sleep as well. When Billy wakes, your resting your head on his shoulder and sleeping soundly. He smiles to himself, but when you start to rouse, he jerks away and you look at him with sleepy eyes.

“Sorry,” you mumble, wiping the bit of drool on the corner of your mouth.

“It’s fine,” he replies, checking his watch to see how long you’ve both been asleep. He sighs, realizing there’s still an hour before the layover.

He thinks about what to talk to you about, the awkwardness between you is heavy and rather unbearable for him. Luckily, he doesn’t have to say anything because you’re reaching for your Walkman in your backpack. He peers over curiously as you rummage through the mess of cassettes you’ve brought. He chuckles when you decide on an INXS tape, he’d only heard whatever songs of theirs played on the radio and he’s impressed by your range of taste. You weren’t elitist about your music like most people were, like he was.

Billy’s never really flown before. One time when he was a boy but he barely remembered it. He had a slight fear that because the worst things always happened to him that the plane would malfunction and barrel down onto some random field in the middle of America. He reaches into his pocket for his smokes knowing the nicotine would calm him down. He nudges you, pointing to the armrest where the ashtray is hidden underneath your limb. You shoot him a cordial smile before crossing your arms to give him access. He even offers you a hit from the Marlboro but your stomach is already too upset, so you shake your head. You could wait until the layover. However, the second hand smoke gets to you and you have to close your eyes and focus on your breathing so you don’t throw up all over your lap. You end up falling asleep again.

Billy shakes your shoulder gently and you open your eyes to see him standing in the seat and you look out the window to see you’ve made it to Arizona. You grin, excited to stretch your legs. Billy’s ever the gentlemen, grabbing your carry on and lugging it around with his own. You find it immensely sweet, surprised that he would even look at you after what you’ve done. You couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror.

“Are you hungry?” you ask, bringing your headphones from around your head to rest on your shoulders.

Billy shrugs, “I could eat something, I guess.”

Your stomach coils, wanting everything to go back to normal. You long for his laughter, for that light you used to see in him. You royally fucked it up, you took that light and doused it in water when you should’ve been fueling it.

You two settle into a fast food joint and after a moment of silence, you finally speak up, “I’m really sorry, Billy. I can’t even put it into words. I just… I know I really fucked up and I would fix it. I’d go back in time or I don’t know.”

Your face is hot and your voice echoing into your ears burns.

Billy just looks at you with furrowed brows, he goes to say something but seems to overthink it. With a sigh he tells you, “This isn’t when I want to have that conversation.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, this trip is supposed to be fun,” you deflect, sinking in your chair as you stare at the meal he’d bought you, appetite vanished.

“No, we’re going to have that conversation soon. Just not in a fucking airport,” Billy says pointedly.

For some strange reason, the anger is his voice is completely welcomed by you. You think it means he cares, that he’s not completely too far past getting back together. The look on his face might say otherwise but you know him well enough, he’s here and he’s buying your lunch and he’s carrying your luggage. Billy shows it in small but meaningful ways.

Nodding, you pick up a few fries and force them down. “I wonder what car my dad rented us,” an attempt to change the subject, to make things lighthearted.

Billy grins then, eyes lighting up, “I know what I’d pick.”

You playfully roll your eyes before breaking into a giggle, imagining him driving some hot red convertible with a surfboard sticking out from the backseat. It’s such an easy image, you’re enamored with it. At least you did one thing right, you brought him home.

“I think maybe my dad picked a station wagon, like his,” you counter and Billy pulls an annoyed face.

“Your dad wouldn’t do that to me.”

He’s right, your dad loved Billy. He told you he missed him when he’d stopped coming around and you just broke down, explaining to your dad what you’d done and how sick you felt. He encouraged you to talk to Billy, but you got cold feet every time you tried. You wondered if your dad thought less of you, now.

Soon enough, Billy’s looking at his watch and then back up at you.

“Boarding time,” he sings out, standing up and stretching his arms. His shirt rides up and you’re blessed with the view of his blonde happy trail, causing a tightness inside of you that you hadn’t felt in a while. You quickly clear the table and follow Billy to the gate, watching as his curls bounce with his steps.

Arizona to San Diego is a nice short flight, you basically go up and then back down. The stewardess doesn’t even offer refreshments which sucks because your mouth is so dry from the anticipation. You regret not buying a bottle of water or something during the layover. You let Billy have the window seat for this flight, watching him carefully for when he sees the ocean. You want to see that light inside him ignite again. And it does, his eyes look the happiest you’ve ever seen, his cheeks swollen due to the smile. You reach your hand over and squeeze his bicep, leaning to look out the window with him.

“S’pretty,” you tell him, seeing his hometown for the first time.

The scattered skyscrapers amongst a sea of buildings is such a stark contrast to little ol’ Hawkins. It must have been so difficult for Billy to adjust to. You squeeze him again at the thought.

He’s up out of his seat as soon as the plane lands, looking you impatiently so you stand up too, stepping into the aisle. You attempt to grab the carry-ons but he doesn’t let you, speed walking down the aisle once he has them. You try to keep up, following him to baggage claim where he bounces on his feet while his eyes dart around for your suitcases. He’s pushing through people once he finds them, heads turning at him as he does so.

You grab your suitcase from him, trailing it behind you as you walk towards the shuttles. You recite the company your dad told you over and over in your head, pointing to their shuttle as it pulls up. You pack into the bus, standing so close to Billy you can feel his breath on your face. It’s minty and warm and so intoxicating.

As you trail up to the counter, you pull out the papers your dad gave you. Sliding them across the counter, you smile at the girl. She lifts them up and gives you an incredulous look.

“You don’t look like a Billy Hargrove,” she says and Billy steps up behind you.

“That’s because I am,” he says, pulling out his wallet.

He hands her his ID with a wink and her entire demeanor changes, fluttering her eyelashes and suddenly all smiles. You fight your eyeballs as they try to roll.

“Enjoy your Corvette, Mr. Hargrove,” she says as she hands the keys over.

“Corvette?” he cocks an eyebrow at you, seeing that you’re just as stunned as he is.

The two of you follow her directions in the parking lot, walking up to a bright red convertible. You both gawk at it, you’re trying to figure out how your father as paid for it when Billy lets out a loud, happy laugh.

“I could kiss your dad,” he says, his tone excitedly shifting.

You scoff, “Please, don’t.”

But you smile. You wished you had a video camera to record this moment for your dad. You help him load your luggage into the small trunk, playing Tetris with the suitcase and backpacks. When he gets into the front seat, he starts feeling the dash with his hands and shaking his head as he laughs.

“Would you like to be alone with her?” you tease, tossing your head back to look at him.

He laughs again at your joke, “Maybe. No, I want you to watch.”

“Kinky,” you throw back, raising your eye brows.

He slides the keys into the ignition and rubs the dash, “Come on, baby. Purr for me.”

That’s it. You’re turned on by a man talking dirty to a car. Awesome.

He turns the ignition, bringing the engine to life and surprising you both as a Men At Work song blasts loudly through the speakers making you both jump. Billy’s hand quickly turns the dial, mumbling as he does so, “Well that ruined the moment.”

“Aw, you don’t like Men At Work?” you ask, mocking disappointment as you grab your bag full of cassettes.

“No,” he says, pressing the eject button but the cassette doesn’t pop out. “Oh, fuck no, please no.”

You turn to look, a devious smile spreading over your face, “Looks like you’re going to after this vacation.”

Billy shakes his head in disgust, repeatedly slamming the button with his finger before giving up with a sigh and hitting the AM/FM button. He scans through the stations until he finds his favorite station and the disc jockey’s voice fills him with nostalgia.

“So we headed to the beach now?” he asks with hopeful eyes.

You shake your head, “I gotta wash the plane off me first. Then beach.”

He chuckles, putting the car into gear and driving out of the parking lot. “Where are we staying?” he asks and you pull out the paperwork, scanning over it to find the motels name.

“Uh… Sunset Motel,” you start to rattle the address and Billy’s reciting it in sync with you. “Been there before?”

“Once or twice,” he smirks.

You wince as you feel a slight twinge of jealousy, “Oh, god, you didn’t lose your virginity there did you?”

Billy laughs and looks over at you, “No, no. I took a couple there.”

“I don’t know if that’s worse. Where did you lose it?” you ask, genuinely curious.

He scratches the side of his nose and smiles, “Summer Camp.”

You nod, frowning in amusement, “Stereotypical. I like it.”

Billy asks, “What about you?” but he’s not exactly sure he wants to know the answer.

You purse your lips, it was an embarrassing story. At least to you. “It was at a party. I was a sophomore and I just wanted to get it over with.”

Billy nods, though he looks sad. You were sad about it too, though. When you looked back, you wished you’d waited. A part of you actually wished you saved it for Billy but you had no idea he existed before October. Which was a weird thought, since now you were so enthralled with him. You weren’t sure how you functioned before him.

“I worked there for a couple months,” he points, turning your attention to a mechanic shop. “Before we had to move.”

You smile, imaging him fixing up cars with oil smeared all over his face and clothes, “Did you have a uniform with your name on it?”

“Sure did. I still do,” he replies and you raise your eyebrows.

“Why didn’t you try working for my dad?” you ask, realizing maybe there was a whole side of Billy you didn’t know.

He shrugs then, “I don’t know. Missed the water so the pool seemed like fun. Besides, all I really did there was oil changes and like basic repairs.”

“Pool will be closed when we get back… I know he’d hire you in a heartbeat. If you want, that is,” you suggest, eyes trained on the blonde behind the wheel, trying to read his expression.

He glances to you, “Might have to take you up on that. I’m actually gonna need a job, I’m expecting my shit to be all packed up when I get back.”

“What? Why?” you ask, looking at him quizzically.

Billy scrunches his nose up before he speaks, “Dad’s kicking me out. Gave me two weeks to find a place and well, this is week two.”

You gasp then, “Why is he kicking you out?”

Billy gestures around, “Think it had to do with coming here.”

You feel guilty again. You just kept fucking his life up for selfish reasons. “I’m sorry,” you apologize and he shakes his head.

“I feel so…” he thinks for a beat, “relieved to be back here. I’d skip the flight back if my car wasn’t there.”

A smile tugs the corners of your lips up, thinking about staying here with him. If he’d let you.

-

Billy stands behind you as you unlock the door, all the luggage in his arms and hands. You again tried to help but he wouldn’t let you. He sees the single queen size mattress in the room and bites his lip. Well, shit, he thinks.

“This is the only room I could afford for three weeks,” you inform him, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Billy nods, following you into the room. He tosses your backpacks down on the bed and places his hands on his hips, looking around the room. You drag your huge suitcase over and lift it onto the bed, unzipping it and digging through the mess of clothes. You pull out what you plan to change into, grabbing your bag of toiletries along with them.

“I’ll be quick,” you say, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

The shower feels great, considering the humidity here was thicker than at home. You shave your legs so you’re not quite as quick as you’d promised. But Billy’s lounged on the bed, just waiting, when you emerge from the bathroom.

He jumps up, “Let’s go.”

You giggle, reaching for your bag and sliding your shoes on, “Alright, alright.”

The drive is short, you’d made sure to book a motel close to a beach. You think the two of you could’ve even walked, but Billy seems excited to drive the car again. He pulls into a nearly empty parking lot and you watch as his eyes glaze, taking in the ocean this close in nine months. You can feel the euphoria radiating from him.

Since it’s rather late, it’s too cold to swim. Plus, Billy told you the ocean on this coast isn’t warm like it is in Florida. You two walk along the shore, holding your shoes in your hands. You stop and look out at the ocean, then to Billy.

“Go stand in it,” you tell him, nudging his shoulder with yours.

He looks back at you, “Come with me.”

You’d follow him anywhere. Kneeling down, you roll up his jeans for him. The two of you walk up to the tide, the temperature covers your skin in goosebumps but you feel relaxed. You watch as the waves form and crash down and you itch to reach over and lace your fingers with Billy’s. You don’t, you give him this moment to gaze at the ocean, to feel at home.

It’s starting to get dark, you’re not sure how long you’ve been standing there but you put the ball in Billy’s court, even though your stomach is screaming for some sustenance. Like he can read your mind, he sighs and looks over to you.

“Let’s get some dinner,” he offers to which you nod.

“Can we get something we can take back? Or something quick? I’m tired, the time zone change kinda messed me up, I’m sorry,” you reply, shyly.

Billy laughs then, “Just means we’ll wake bright and early. Best time to surf.”

-

You’re lying on the couch, unable to sleep. Tossing and turning, glancing up to the clock on the nightstand to gauge just how many hours have passed. So much for being tired.

You think you can hear Billy’s steady breathing, indicating he’s passed out. It’s not even late, so you try not to feel bad. Lights were turned off by nine but it’s nearing midnight. You tell yourself its because the couch is so uncomfortable but deep down you know you can’t sleep so close to Billy without being close enough to feel him.

After some thought, you sit up. You search in the dark for the robe you’d brought and your slippers. Digging in your purse, you find your pack of cigarettes and slip out the door, but not before grabbing a beer from the mini fridge. You sit on the white, plastic chair next to the door and light up the Marlboro. The smoke fills your lung and you relax instantly. Cracking open the beer, you look out at the parking lot illuminated by the Motel’s neon sign. Everything about this place is so pretty and so Billy. You imagine what he’ll smell like after being in the water, salty and musky. You close your eyes, pretending like things aren’t different, like you can go back into the room and cuddle up to him, flowering him with kisses and whispers of love.

The door opens, startling your eyes open and you let out a surprised yelp, clutching your chest as you turn to see a sleepy Billy— eyes puffy and hair wild from sleep.

“Oh my god, you scared me,” you say breathlessly.

Billy rubs his eyes, “What are you doing?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you answer apologetically.

He takes the seat next to yours, donned only in boxers and a white tank top. And his gold necklace but you’ve never seen him without it on. He grabs the can of beer, guzzling half of it down easily before snatching the pack of smokes without asking if he can have one.

“It’s peaceful out here,” you note softly.

He just hums as he sucks down the cigarette, eyes wandering to the ocean. He seems deep in thought and as pretty as this place is, he’s a better view and you can’t look away from him. You wonder what he’s thinking.

“There’s a rental place down the road. I bought my first board there when I was twelve,” he says and you swear he’s got some magic power to read your mind. “We’ll go there in the morning to get the gear.”

“Sounds good,” you reply nonchalantly, reaching for the beer and sipping it.

When you get back inside, he collapses on the bed and you venture back over the couch. He doesn’t say anything and eventually, you fall asleep. Though it’s a restless sleep and when the alarm starts blaring, you feel as if you had just closed your eyes. Billy slams the alarm off and shuffles around the room, getting dressed in the dark and crouching down beside you.

“Hey,” he whispers, gently shaking you.

“Hmm,” you whine.

Billy whispers again, “Time to get up.”

You turn over, “Why don’t you go without me? I’ll go tomorrow morning, I promise. I barely got any sleep.”

He chuckles softly, “Okay, princess.. er, fuck. Okay.”

You blush at the pet name, sleepily reaching over to stroke his cheek. “Is that okay? That you go alone?”

He nods, you can feel it against your palm, “I think I might need to do it alone first. Make sure I didn’t forget how and make a fool out of myself.”

“Oh, whatever,” you giggle as he pulls away.

Once he shuts the door behind him, you find the tank top he was wearing the night before and crawl into the bed with it, bringing it up to your chest and fall asleep to have the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.

Billy’s back before noon, waking you up when he unlocks the door. You sit up slowly, watching as Billy tries to juggle two surfboards and a duffel bag. You look at him curiously, one is smaller than the other and it’s hot pink.

“Isn’t she purty?” he asks, hands on his hips as he leans the boards against the wall with a giant smile.

Leaning forward on your elbows and resting your chin on your palm, you ask, “Is the pink one yours?”

“No!” he rolls his eyes, “I’m a little too advanced for that board, thank you very much.”

You giggle and look up at him. His hairs wet and you can smell the ocean on him from here. “How was it?”

Sauntering over, he drops the duffel bag in front of you, “Like I did it yesterday. So peaceful… so fun.” His smile gets even bigger as he unzips the bag and hands you a wetsuit. “I think this will fit.”

You grab the material as you sit back up, holding it out to look at it. “It should. What else are we doing today?”

Billy walks over to his suitcase, flipping it open and grabbing a change of clothes and his toiletries. “I’m gonna show you around town, there’s a spot I want to take you for lunch and a bar we can go to tonight,” he stands in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Alright,” you smile up at the blonde, “How should I dress?”

He shrugs, “However your little heart desires. No dress code anywhere.” He winks and closes the door, you can hear him start up the shower. You turn the radio on the alarm clock, turning it up as loud as it goes before you make yourself a pot of coffee, knowing you have enough time to have at least one cup because Billy’s got to style his hair.

Lighting a cigarette, you pour in the little creamer packet into your coffee and think about what clothes you brought. You two really oughta unpack or this room will be a disaster before the weeks over.

After getting dressed, you place your jewelry case on the nightstand and open it. Your fingers ritualistically pull out the necklace Billy gave you but you sigh, you can’t wear it but you tell yourself one of these days you’ll just put it on and see what he says. If he says anything. You still don the dagger earring everyday. Many attempts to take it out but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You worried he wanted it back but he’s seemed to replace it with something similar already.

A Great White song comes on the radio as you’re doing your hair in the mirror above the bed, which has proven to be a difficult task. You wobble around and almost lose your balance every time you lean one way or the other. When Billy emerges from the bathroom, you’re swinging your hips along to song as you tease up your hair and it makes you lose what little balance you had. You launch off the bed but you feel big, strong hands catch your arms and lift you to your feet.

You look up at him, cheeks red and an embarrassed smile. He smiles back at you, “Clumsy girl.”

A familiar sensation climbs up your body, the way he looks at you makes your head swim and you actually feel like you two might kiss. You’re just looking at each other, his hands still gripping your arms and your breath gets caught in your throat. Then Billy pulls away, walks to the coffee pot and pours himself a cup. Disappointment settles into your stomach.

“Will this outfit be okay?” you ask, gesturing to it while he turns to look at you. You worried the pleather leggings might be too hot but you’ve paired it with a tiny shirt you’d turned into a tank top so you figure it evens out. You see as Billy swallows the lump in his throat before he just nods, turning his attention back to the coffee. You think you won, whatever game you’re playing.

-

The bar is loud and you’re exhausted from the heat of the day. The leggings were a bad choice but you could feel Billy’s eyes on your ass anytime he was behind you so were they really?

It’s apparent that Billy frequented this place before the move, the bouncer was excited to see him and didn’t bother to ID either of you. They chitchat for a while before Billy guides you inside. It’s dark but there’s bright neon lights scattering across the ceiling and walls. It wasn’t like The Hideout at all, which is the only bar you’ve been to. People in California are much prettier than in Indiana and you feel insecure, eyes scanning over the blondes with big hair and tight skirts. Billy places his hand on your back, ushering you to the bar.

He waits patiently for the girl working to turn around, a big smirk on his face. When she does, her face opens up with shock.

“Billy fucking Hargrove! What the hell are you doing here?” she screams over the music excitedly. She hops up onto the bar and over it to hug him tightly. You awkwardly stand next to them, watching as the hug lasts longer than your comfortable with.

“Did you move back?” she asks before glaring daggers at the patrons complaining about her not doing her job.

Billy shakes his head, smirk still plastered on his face, “No, my girl,” he motions to you and it makes your heart skip, “surprised me with a little vacation back home. I’m here for three weeks.”

His girl? Was it that easy? Were you his girl again? You have a million questions but you just smile as the bartender turns to you.

“How sweet!” she reaches over and hugs you, holding onto your elbows when she pulls away, “Nice to meet you! I’m Jennifer.”

You tell her name, blushing as you do so because you’re voice isn’t loud enough over the music and she asks for it again. You blame it on the shock from Billy calling you his girl, you’re usually the loudest person in the room.

“Well, let me get you to the house special,” she says before climbing back over the bar and turning to pour two shots of Jameson and slide over two cans of PBR. You now realize why when you’d ordered that at The Hideout he said you were his kind of lady.

“To home,” Billy cheers his shot with you once you sit on the stools.

You down the shots and you wince a little, but Billy’s smile doesn’t leave his face. Him and Jennifer talk for a bit while she’s busy pouring shots for other people and you look around the bar again, watching girls dance with guys and wonder if Billy used to dance with them. Overall, you wonder what he did here. Was it all surfing and hanging out at this bar? He’d hinted in the past that it was his fault that they’d moved across the country. Something about Susan not liking his lifestyle and thinking it was a bad influence on Max. You’re sure Neil probably wasn’t too stoked on it either. It seemed like maybe he had less control over Billy out here. So many places to be while in Hawkins, everyone knew everyone and there was really no where to go and nothing to do.

Billy leans into your ear and whispers, “You can go dance if you want to.”

You’d been zoning out everything around you while you were thinking, not realizing you continued to stare at all the people dancing. You look back up at him and blush, “You dancing with me?”

Billy laughs then, shaking his head, “I don’t really do that.”

“Then I’m perfectly happy right here,” you reply with a smile.

-

When you finally get back to the motel, you feel like as soon as you lay down on that couch you’ll be out. Mechanically, you dig through your suitcase for pajamas as Billy sits back on the bed and kicks his boots off.

He turns the TV and lights a cigarette, “Hand me a beer, will ya?”

You straighten up, cocking him an eyebrow and place your hand on your hip.

Billy’s oblivious for about five seconds but then he’s still not got a beer in his hand so he glances back to you and smirks. “You deaf?”

Then your jaw drops and you’ve got a fight the smile threatening to crack through.

He huffs when you don’t move and then pouts, “Pretty please.”

“There he is,” you grin and turn to the fridge, digging in it and retrieving a beer for him.

As his fingers wrap around it, he hums and looks up at you with a smile that reaches his eyes. He’s tipsy, it’s written all over his face in the cutest way.

You gather up the clothes you’d picked and excuse yourself to the bathroom to change and wash your face. You comb all of the snarls out of your hair and brush your teeth before exiting. Billy’s watching music videos, singing along around his cigarette. You saunter over to the couch, laying your head on the pillow and pulling the blanket over you. Billy stumps out his cigarette and turns the TV off, deciding it’s his turn to get ready for bed. Once he’s finished, he turns all the lights off and crawls into bed. Of course, you can’t sleep. This couch is lumpy and you keep tossing and turning.

After a beat, Billy softly calls out your name.

“Yeah?” you whisper back.

He sighs, “Get in the bed.”

No need to tell you twice, you shoot up from the couch, carrying the pillow with you. Under the covers are warm, heat always radiating from Billy. You hum happily, much more comfortable in the bed than on the couch. You remain on your side of the bed though, not wanting to push any boundaries. But then you feel Billy’s feet moving towards yours and he’s tangling your legs together. You open your eyes to see him looking back at you, the faint moonlight settling on his face.

“What did Steve think about us still going?” he whispers, his voice sounds like he’s nervous to use it.

You knit your brows together, “I don’t know. I didn’t ask him.”

“Ah,” Billy purses his lips. “Don’t you think he’d be uncomfortable with it?”

“Why would he?” you whisper, confused as to why he’s asking about Steve.

“His girlfriends in the same bed as her ex,” he explains softly.

You gasp at that, looking as you can see the sadness in his eyes. He thinks you’re with Steve. You place your hand on his jaw, “I’m not his girlfriend.”

“But—“

“I fucked up but I’m still in love with you. There’s no way I could be with anyone other than you. At least… not for like years or something,” you whisper.

Billy nods against your hand but then he sits up, “Why did you do it then?”

You lay on your back, figuring nows as good time as any to finally have this conversation. Before you speak again, you’ve got to collect the right words. You don’t want to word this the wrong way. If it even matters. Billy should not forgive you. The reason you did it was stupid and you couldn’t expect to be exonerated completely for it, ever.

“I… I got scared. When it seemed like intimacy turned you off. I freaked out,” you start, “It’s so stupid, I know, but it like fucking tanked my self esteem. I thought like maybe you weren’t attracted to me anymore and that’s why. So I guess I kind of just… accepted the next attention I got to try and feel better.”

Billy nods, surprising you as you expect him to judge you even more. “I’m still very much attracted to you,” he whispers, “I was scared something like this would happen so I uh, don’t like to get close.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you sit up, looking at him and reaching for his hands, “I did exactly what you were scared of… I’m so sorry. I just…”

He shrugs, “I get the whole like… self esteem thing though. That’s why I called Stephanie. I wanted to feel better about myself.”

“And Stephanie would hurt me so it was like two birds with one stone,” you say, wiping your cheek and Billy laughs softly at that.

“Yeah, wanted it to hurt so bad.”

“I deserved it. You slept with her?” you ask. You figure you know the answer and it already fucking hurts but you want to give Billy the satisfaction of hurting you back some more. And you realize how fucking unhealthy that is.

“Yeah,” he mumbles.

You nod slowly, “We should get some sleep.”

Billy sighs, “I feel like this conversation should be longer.”

“We can continue it. I don’t know what else to say but if you have more to say to me, then by all means, please do.”

Billy lays back down, pulling you with him and again, you turn to face each other. “You really hurt me,” he whispers and you can see tears in his eyes. It stings. “I… I want to have what we had but I don’t know if he can.”

“It’ll be different for sure, but we can work at it,” you tell him. “If we both really want it.”

“Do you?”

“More than anything else,” you whisper and Billy nods.

Then you’re both silent, looking in each others eyes and Billy strokes your cheek before rolling over and facing away from you. Without a clue how, you manage to fall asleep.

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a/n: a reminder that my inbox is open and i would looooove requests!!! smutty, fluffy, angsty, whatever :)

eddie's little somethings

aka some of the ways eddie shows you he loves you

he is your personal driver: even when you don't ask, he shows up after your shift to drive you home whenever he can, brings you to and from school, and never wants to let you drive. he just loves how you look in the passenger seat, window open, hair flying everywhere. he can put his hand on your thigh. his perfect little passenger princess <3

he wants you around 24/7, just sitting beside him, even if you're doing your own thing. especially when he's dm'img at hellfire, sometimes you'd just read a book beside him, if you weren't involved in that particular campaign

he's actually a big fan of pda, he loves causing a scene, and he loves showing everyone that you're all his. so what better way than making out with you against a locker, or keeping his arm around you for the entire lunch period. if you share a class, he'll sit beside you and have his hand on your thigh the whole time. more comforting than sexual.

one of the rare occurrences that eddie cancelled hellfire was because you had a terrible day, and you just wanted to go home instead of hangout with the party, so he cancelled it and took you home, even when you insisted he could just come over after.

eddie kisses every inch of you like he's looking for a secret. he makes sure you know he thinks every inch of you is perfect. from love bites on your thigh, to kisses behind your ear, up and down arms and legs, all over your back while he gives you a massage omfg (i'm writing smut based off of this, stay tuned)

one time he asked you if you would be comfortable with him looking at porn "not because i want to right now, but like, don't wanna cause an issue later, yaknow babe?" and you thought that was very mature

when he's meant to give you gift (birthdays/holidays etc) he prefers to make something. one time he recorded two cassettes of himself playing all your favourite songs, one slow, instrumental & acoustic for studying, and one how they were meant to be sang for jamming. he's also made a popsicle stick diorama of your childhood tree fort that was torn down, and a DnD campaign on your birthday based on your favourite fantasy movie (wrote a follow up to this point: here)

he likes to bring you a little treat. when hes on his way over he'll often stop to grab a cookie, or a smoothie. just something nice for him to give you. he likes to do anything to make you smile

he makes a huge effort to partake in your interests and hobbies, and makes sure not to accidentally dominate your shared time with his band, and his club. he wanted to make sure the attention was split between you, a healthy balance for a healthy relationship <3

he dedicates a song to you at every single gig, as if it's not the same crowd every time. but he doesn't care, he's just happy you're still excited to see his shows

eddie always asks for your opinion on everything, and while it's not always what he wants, he always takes yours into account, and if it's something you two have to decide together, he wouldn't stop trying to figure out a perfect compromise.

he loves to feel skin on skin contact. when you guys are just hanging out, he always finds some way to get his hand on your skin, whether it's your thigh, or rubbing your back, or just holding your hand. he likes the comfort of you nearby. but in bed, he likes to press his chest into yours during missionary, wrapping up your legs together and coddling your head in his arms, laying as flushed against you as he possibly could

eddie also just straight up says "i love you" like a million times a day

i am going to write 1000000 more eddie headcanons so feel free to request