billyhargrovc

[billyhargrovc]

[billyhargrovc]

-adding this here too because I love you all and have not forgotten you!

Everyone ! I have been useless today. BUT I have drafted EVERYTHING so I can work on replies tomorrow.

[billyhargrovc]

It was very clear that the space between them - No, not the space, but the emotions between them had changed. Matured? Flourished? It isn't as if Billy and Steve were best friends. That much was clear a long, long time ago -- but there was something that had changed between the two. Billy wasn't even sure how to understand it, or perhaps he just feared it. What if it was too good to be true? At a shot at truly being friends. The former Alpha as he liked to refer to himself as followed by the former King of Hawkins High -- It would seem too good to be true, but when Steve spoke, there was no form of hostility from him.

Even with his short comment perfect -- there was no sarcasm or irritation from him. It even occurred to Billy that he wasn't even invested in what that Blonde was saying nor did he watch her leave, because Steve was standing there in front of him. Why the hell did he suddenly feel like he was back in high school? Wanting to dominate the King of Hawkins in some sort of way- except it wasn't truly in a way that Billy wanted to hurt him.

"You have saved your damsel in distress for the night then, Harrington because I was absolutely hoping for a rescue." a smile played across his lips then, and typically if his father had ever heard him speak that way, the slurs he'd throw his way would have been non-stop. Billy was free from that, and it made him feel lighter. "Thanks for being my knight in shining armor, how will I ever repay you?" he asked with the same playful tone as earlier.

His gaze remained on Steve's for a moment, perhaps a second too long because as soon as Steve began speaking again, Billy reminded himself to breathe. It wasn't the scent he'd use back in high school - that was the was the first thing Billy noticed. It was more richer in aroma, and it was something that Billy liked. But that also told him he was standing much too close in proximity, yet the other hadn't exactly moved back either.

"If i'm being completely honest, I doubt they might show up, but i'd be happy to wait for them if you're going to wait for them." A part of Billy wanted his time with just Steve. Was it selfish? Yes, but did he have that right to be selfish? Also yes. After all that had happened, after the lives that were lost and lives that were saved, he wanted to thank Steve for being there - for him. Especially when he thought he'd die again. Especially when it felt like he was alone at Hawkins.

"Oh shit, you've sold your house?" Billy did know bits and pieces of Steve's life, but nothing to the point where he'd ever pry on purpose. "So where are your parents headed then?" In Billy's mind, that just felt like a nail to the coffin. Steve wouldn't have a house here, which meant he'd never visit, would he? Did this mean his parents were moving? His heart was racing at the thought of the other moving away and Billy had to clear his throat, as if to remind himself that he had to accept whatever the outcome.

But as he spoke up, Billy had to chase away the thoughts that lingered in his mind. Instead, he couldn't help but take in the way his cheeks grew red, or how he had to look away while he spoke. No, he held the other's gaze, not as a way to intimidate him, but to show him that he was truly listening. "You know what? Home is home no matter what and I don't think you should feel embarrassed about admitting to that. Besides, since um, your parents sold the house, you may need the couch at Joyce's house more than ever now, wouldn't you?" he asked which was meant to be teasing, but in a sense a way to confirm if he'd stay.

But he answered his unanswered question right away, and the moment he mentioned getting a job there, Billy's eyes lit up. "No way?" he was genuinely excited, and that showed by the way his smile widened. "--Well shit, Harrington. If I come back to that gym and you still don't plant your feet, we're going to have an issue." he added as a way to return the teasing comment. "So it's perfect Mr. Harrington. Sir? Mr. Steve? What are you going to have the students call you?" he asked although the sudden thought to call him 'Sir' didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"That sounds like a great idea. My treat to a large greasy hamburgers and fries." Perhaps coming out to this reunion wasn't so bad. He felt better, knowing that he hadn't completely lost Steve after all. "--Because if we stay here any longer, i'm going to force you to talk to anymore blondes who want to yell and catch up around me, so shall we?"

Hell, they could even catch up with Jonathan and Nancy later. He did want more time with Steve. Was that wrong? Was it an abnormality? Would Steve mind it at all?

One thing Steve hadn’t done when he was younger was pay enough attention to others around him. It was different now as he watched the crowed of people, watched Billy. Observing the different smiles or tense shoulders was actually a little fun and Steve was having fun as he watched Billy and the unnamed blonde. She didn’t deserve to be so close to him, to have so much of his time, not when Steve wanted some of it to himself to catch up – only to catch up.

Still. Billy’s expression was priceless to Steve. His little scowl of irritation was familiar. Steve missed being on the other end of it. He missed the glares and the shoves. He missed the hurtful words and wasn’t that something? To miss what gave him trouble in the moment? To miss something that he never shared softness with? Not directly, at least.

The sound of Billy’s voice was something he could never forget. It was constantly there, cheering him on or scolding him while he made each and every new decision. It was even better than he remembered -- especially when  the words he spoke were nice, like his own. It was already different. It warmed his heart.

“Perfect.” He said more to himself, watching the blonde leave. There was a sense of pride as he stood there with him. He thought briefly about how pretty she was and that maybe Billy should be spending tonight with her but his conceited side knew he was much more handsome. It seemed Steve’s confidence hadn’t wavered too much, especially back in Hawkins.

“I know a ‘someone-save-me-from-this-really-long-and-stupid-and-totally-pointless-when-I-could-be-talking-to-the-amazing-Steve-Harrington-convo’ face when I see one.” He teased, poking more fun at the blonde woman than being serious. He didn’t try to be funny, not often, but it was exciting to play into tonight, to be lighthearted and fun and Steve, just Steve. Afterall, they’d grown so much and things had been quiet for once. Maybe it was their chance to let lose.

Then that blush made an appearance and boy, Steve’s attention went right to it. It was a nice shade on Billy. He wanted to point out the rosy color – to reach out and touch it but he didn’t. he wanted to keep it to himself, to memorize it more than he wanted to see him squirm.

Steve frowned, feeling guilt stirring in his chest. “I don’t know if anyone else is coming. I saw Nance and Jonathan, I think.” He hadn’t seen anyone else. “But I saw you first.” He felt horrible for not calling anyone before he showed up. He doubted anyone expected him to even be here. “She wouldn’t miss this sort of thing for the world.” He assured himself more than answered.

“I got back a few days ago. I’ve been helping my parents pack the house up. You know Mr. Carter bought it? It wasn’t cheap from what mom says but my dad won’t tell me, of course.” He rolled his eyes, not really caring one way or another what his family home was worth and knew neither would Billy. It was small talk. Anything to keep a silence from forming so his mind would stop wandering to how handsome he was tonight. It was his turn to blush now. He paused and his eyes flickered away, resting right above Billy’s shoulder from a moment before returning to those beautiful, blue eyes that were uniquely Billy and Billy alone. “No one knows.” Definitely not Joyce. “I thought I’d surprise everyone. So…Surprise? I think she’d lose her mind. Or maybe crush me.” He hadn’t thought much of how seeing Joyce and the rest of the gang would go. He was looking forward to seeing her again, he was, but he was nervous. It had been so long, so terribly long.

She doesn’t know. I couldn’t keep up with everyone. One more ‘I have an empty couch’ from Mrs. Bye--- Joyce and I would have ran right back and what would that look like? To finally get out, everything we all went through when I did leave. I didn’t want it to be for nothing. I didn’t want to come back the same loser I left as, y'know? I mean, I didn’t let anyone know I’d be here.

I’m sorry for that. It must be the punch.” He said with a smile. Except he hadn’t had any, not a drop of it since he got here. He was nervous, that much was obvious and it was unlike Steve. It felt foreign to not have some nonchalance to hide behind, some indifference and boredom to mask his excitement and anxiety – two conflicting feelings – behind.

He smiled at Billy’s questions. He couldn’t remember how close they had gotten. He’d only been preoccupied with his breakup then feud with Billy, how he would think about how things would be if they could have met on better terms but those thoughts would turn into the frustrating things, some genuine, some not, and his own misplaced anger. It was the kind of curiosity that came with wondering if your favorite video store was still in business – which of course, Steve was wondering.

“Oh. Um. As long as I want to stay?” He was right, in one way. It was for as long as he wanted but many other factors went into it, of course. “I got a job here in Hawkins. Now you’re stuck with me.” Not you’re all but you. It wasn’t an intentional slip of the tongue but it was there, small enough to never notice. “I’ll be teaching at Hawkins High. What do you say, Billy? Want to dust off your sneakers and compete a little? Friendly fire, of course.” His tone was heavy with mirth. He didn’t want to compete with Billy, not when it had been so difficult before. They were too close in talent.

“Could we do something first? I think I’d rather be well rested when I see Joyce. Maybe we could get something greasy to eat?” He was already excited by the idea. He’d missed her after all. “You can let me know what all I missed. I have some questions for you, too.”

[billyhargrovc]

Thank you @billyhargrovc and everyone who got me to 50 reblogs!

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The lack of trust - he got. Hell, he'd ant to tie himself up to if it meant ensuring that the thing in his head - the mind flayer- wouldn't come back and regain control. But this? He was already agitated with the way Harrington budged and pulled on the cuffs which caused his own wrist to move.

There was no way in hell he'd be able to keep calm when Harrington couldn't even stop talking. "Oh Maxine is absolutely losing that skateboard of hers." and was it an idle threat? Yes, because the one thing that he and Max had worked on were some boundaries. After getting drugged by his own little step-sister, and then to have her face him with such courage, he knew she wasn't the type that would need him around. Boundaries- something they worked on.

Regardless, he was considering hiding her skateboard until she apologized for this act of stupidity. But then Harrington's own voice broke him from his thoughts and he shot him a glare, as if warning him to stay the hell away from his family. "You're bossy, you know that? And not even in that hot way either." except did Billy move? No. He remained rooted in the spot he was at to see if there was anything around they could use to take the cuffs off.

"You really think those kids are going to lay the key around here somewhere for us to find?" he asked as if to assure him that his movements were useless. "--Better idea, you got anything we can cut these cuffs off with?" --@godstrayed

[billyhargrovc]

in death as in life, he was  a  f  r  a  i  d

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If Billy were a mind-reader as opposed the mind flayed, then he was sure he would be thinking the same thoughts as Steve. For now, he was more concerned about the fact that the kids decided this would be cute and just leave the two.

Last time they had done such a thing- well no, Billy hadn't been cuffed to Steve no, but it didn't end well for Harrington, and while Billy wasn't as pissed at their circumstances, he wasn't all that happy either. It could have been worse, he could have been stuck to Heather or something like that. Billy considered this a blessing in disguise - not that he'd admit to it outloud.

But right on cue, he rolled his eyes at the words that came from the other's mouth. "I enjoyed it a lot better when you remained quiet." he placed emphasis on the word, because if they didn't have a saw laying around, then surely there would be a way to pick the lock.

Just as Harrington jerked his wrist, it caused his own wrist to jerk along with his movement. Billy could only shoot glares towards Steve in that moment, but even after a few seconds he jerked his own arm hard enough to get back at him. "I could do this all night, Harrington, don't tempt me." he warned.

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The lack of trust - he got. Hell, he'd ant to tie himself up to if it meant ensuring that the thing in his head - the mind flayer- wouldn't come back and regain control. But this? He was already agitated with the way Harrington budged and pulled on the cuffs which caused his own wrist to move.

There was no way in hell he'd be able to keep calm when Harrington couldn't even stop talking. "Oh Maxine is absolutely losing that skateboard of hers." and was it an idle threat? Yes, because the one thing that he and Max had worked on were some boundaries. After getting drugged by his own little step-sister, and then to have her face him with such courage, he knew she wasn't the type that would need him around. Boundaries- something they worked on.

Regardless, he was considering hiding her skateboard until she apologized for this act of stupidity. But then Harrington's own voice broke him from his thoughts and he shot him a glare, as if warning him to stay the hell away from his family. "You're bossy, you know that? And not even in that hot way either." except did Billy move? No. He remained rooted in the spot he was at to see if there was anything around they could use to take the cuffs off.

"You really think those kids are going to lay the key around here somewhere for us to find?" he asked as if to assure him that his movements were useless. "--Better idea, you got anything we can cut these cuffs off with?" --@godstrayed

[billyhargrovc]

She'd been going on about something all night, but Billy couldn't focus on her words. He wasn't going to be a dick about it, after all, that Billy had changed. He was trying to be better, even if it did mean growing impatient with the woman who had practically made it her mission to steal his entire time. What fun was it? he didn't see the familiar faces he wanted in this crowd.

And then he felt someone bump into him. At first, his brows furrowed wondering which idiot decided it was fine to get drunk already, but his gaze softened when he instantly recognized the sea of hair, the voice, and mainly his eyes. As if he'd forget those intense moments they'd glare at each other. Instantly his lips curled upwards in a smile, and a part of him wanted to reach out to hug him-- but he couldn't. Not because of fear, but the fear of rejection. As far as Billy knew, they weren't best friends, and he even stopped calling Joyce from what he could remember, so the hug seemed to be out of question.

"Hey, no that's alright-" he finally spoke up after realizing that he may have been just staring. But God, he was thankful for the rescue, because before the blonde could answer, Billy spoke up again. "We were just finishing up, i'd love to catch up."

He did turn back to the blonde in that moment, "It was nice catching up, we'll do it again sometime." but once she left with a half-assed smile, Billy turned to look at Steve again. Oh, that compliment sent a warmth spreading to his cheeks and he couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Harrington. You too." he added genuinely. No, they were much too old for their past rivalries.

"I just got in, I was hoping I'd catch you and the weirdos first, but I didn't, so i'm glad you ran into me." Had he just admitted to wanting to see him? Yes, shamelessly. "Do you know if anyone else is coming? Nancy, Jonathan?" he asked but that was the norm, right? Ask about all of your friends? Even if they weren't truly friends with him?

"--Actually, better question, when did you get back in town? Does Joyce know? because I bet she'd be happy to see you." Hell, he wouldn't mind taking him to her after this reunion or even first thing in the morning.

Now Billy knew he was getting ahead of himself, but that excitement, the nerves, the happiness- he just couldn't suppress it all, and the one thing he's learned throughout his years here, was how short life could be. So maybe he didn't mind showing much of his emotions.

He just needed to get it in check before he scared Harrington off.

"How long are you here for? Maybe we can go to the Byers' after this or first thing tomorrow morning." he suggested

@somniiums

People had changed, their whole lives had changed, and a part of him had even found a bit of peace? Perhaps his death here had been the best thing. It meant not having to deal with Neil, but he refused to leave Max and her mom on their own, so he stuck around. He fought, and he made it a mission to ensure that the people who actually had enough decency to look out for him, would be safe.

'Lo and behold, a decade later, and he was still in Hawkins. He couldn't find himself to just leave. Perhaps it was in the semi-friendships he found in the people here? The fact that he wasn't called such slurs from his old man for liking things for himself. Maybe, just maybe, he found comfort with Hopper and Joyce, and the Mayfields, enough to heal that broken child within him. So here he was, a very well known car salesperson by day, and a lifeguard on the weekends. His life was fine; It wasn't perfect, but it was better.

However, there was always this loneliness that lingered within him. Everyone had their partners, someone to confide him, and Billy went home to an empty bed. with no one to listen to him. No one knew of the years they spent chasing down and killing those creatures, and it had been quiet ever since. But Billy would be lying if he didn't admit that he missed those rag-tag team of kids who were much too smart for their age. Then there was Steve. Hawkin's very own King. The one that got away - if it even mattered. Which is why the reunion was a big deal for Billy. Perhaps he'd see him... Maybe he'd show. And maybe, just maybe Billy wouldn't push him away with any snide comments, or insults, or even the punches.

Billy walked into the school that was once his high school. It was a loud and crowded night. His stomach was doing summersaults it seemed, because he was feeling the nerves get the best of him. He signed in once he approached the gym and looked around. His eyes were scanning the crowded gym, looking for those familiar faces. The faces of Byers' and Nancy, but mainly Steve. God, he was looking; Instead he was pulled into an unwanted embrace by some blonde who was yelling in his ear by then. "Oh my God, it's Billy Hargrove." her excitement broke him from his thoughts and he couldn't help but wonder who the hell had he come across.

"The one and only." For now, he'd play along, put on his charm and just hope for a distraction that was more appetizing than the blonde who was very loud and very close to him.

[billyhargrovc]

Billy is the only character to be called a faggot by a parent. No good parent calls their kid a slur and hurts them.

Billy is a victim.

Reblog this. People seem to forget that Billy is still a teen that gets abused by his father. Again, Billy Hargrove is a victim. Stop erasing this.

[billyhargrovc]

@somniiums

People had changed, their whole lives had changed, and a part of him had even found a bit of peace? Perhaps his death here had been the best thing. It meant not having to deal with Neil, but he refused to leave Max and her mom on their own, so he stuck around. He fought, and he made it a mission to ensure that the people who actually had enough decency to look out for him, would be safe.

'Lo and behold, a decade later, and he was still in Hawkins. He couldn't find himself to just leave. Perhaps it was in the semi-friendships he found in the people here? The fact that he wasn't called such slurs from his old man for liking things for himself. Maybe, just maybe, he found comfort with Hopper and Joyce, and the Mayfields, enough to heal that broken child within him. So here he was, a very well known car salesperson by day, and a lifeguard on the weekends. His life was fine; It wasn't perfect, but it was better.

However, there was always this loneliness that lingered within him. Everyone had their partners, someone to confide him, and Billy went home to an empty bed. with no one to listen to him. No one knew of the years they spent chasing down and killing those creatures, and it had been quiet ever since. But Billy would be lying if he didn't admit that he missed those rag-tag team of kids who were much too smart for their age. Then there was Steve. Hawkin's very own King. The one that got away - if it even mattered. Which is why the reunion was a big deal for Billy. Perhaps he'd see him... Maybe he'd show. And maybe, just maybe Billy wouldn't push him away with any snide comments, or insults, or even the punches.

Billy walked into the school that was once his high school. It was a loud and crowded night. His stomach was doing summersaults it seemed, because he was feeling the nerves get the best of him. He signed in once he approached the gym and looked around. His eyes were scanning the crowded gym, looking for those familiar faces. The faces of Byers' and Nancy, but mainly Steve. God, he was looking; Instead he was pulled into an unwanted embrace by some blonde who was yelling in his ear by then. "Oh my God, it's Billy Hargrove." her excitement broke him from his thoughts and he couldn't help but wonder who the hell had he come across.

"The one and only." For now, he'd play along, put on his charm and just hope for a distraction that was more appetizing than the blonde who was very loud and very close to him.

[billyhargrovc]

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The lack of trust - he got. Hell, he'd ant to tie himself up to if it meant ensuring that the thing in his head - the mind flayer- wouldn't come back and regain control. But this? He was already agitated with the way Harrington budged and pulled on the cuffs which caused his own wrist to move.

There was no way in hell he'd be able to keep calm when Harrington couldn't even stop talking. "Oh Maxine is absolutely losing that skateboard of hers." and was it an idle threat? Yes, because the one thing that he and Max had worked on were some boundaries. After getting drugged by his own little step-sister, and then to have her face him with such courage, he knew she wasn't the type that would need him around. Boundaries- something they worked on.

Regardless, he was considering hiding her skateboard until she apologized for this act of stupidity. But then Harrington's own voice broke him from his thoughts and he shot him a glare, as if warning him to stay the hell away from his family. "You're bossy, you know that? And not even in that hot way either." except did Billy move? No. He remained rooted in the spot he was at to see if there was anything around they could use to take the cuffs off.

"You really think those kids are going to lay the key around here somewhere for us to find?" he asked as if to assure him that his movements were useless. "--Better idea, you got anything we can cut these cuffs off with?" --@godstrayed

[billyhargrovc]

PTSD memes

I've done my best to be respectful but there are some classic scenarios in here which might be unrealistic. This is also based off my own c-ptsd. - J

"Hey, look at me. Look at me, it's not real."

"What did your therapist say? Can you use the phone camera trick?"

"I promise, there's nothing there. You're okay. You're safe."

"Take a deep breath. Look at me."

"Can you do your 5-4-3-2-1? Would that help?"

"Let me take your hand. See? I'm nice and solid."

"Are you - hey, you there? Can you see me? Oh, no..."

"They're not here. It's just us."

"Wake up. Wake up!"

"What are you... seeing?"

"Slow breaths. Nice and slow."

"Are you having a flashback?"

"Ow, ow, okay, you're hurting me, loosen your grip -"

"Why do you keep looking up at the ceiling?"

"... are you - are you scared of me?"

"I promise I'm not going to hurt you."

"You don't have to apologise to me."

"Are you in there?"

"Hold on, uh - I can help -"

"No, no! What are you doing here? Why are you here!?"

"I can't get out, can't get out -"

"You're not real, you're not real -"

"I can-can't br-brea-breathe-"

"I keep thinking they're going to come back."

"I don't want to go back there again!"

"I'm so scared."

"It's never going to be over, is it?"

"I'm broken. I'm fucked in the head."

"No, no, no no no no-"

"Get me out of here! Please!"

[billyhargrovc]

Late Night Panic Attack

"I woke up and you weren't there."

"I heard you screaming."

"Oh, no - another nightmare?"

"Okay, hey, I'm here - I'm here -"

"Whoa hey what the fuck - are you okay?"

"It's just a nightmare! Wake up!"

"How did you end up on the floor? [Name]?"

"[Name]? Are you - hey - are you okay?"

"Look at me. Look at me! I'm here!"

"Not again - you're safe."

"You're okay, you're at home, you're in bed."

"Snap out of it! Please! You're scaring me!"

"Wake up!!"

"How did you get into the hall?"

"We need to get you back to bed."

"I can't bre - breathe -"

"They're back, they came back for me -"

"Where am I?!"

"Get off me! No! No! Wait - wait, I'm sorry -"

"It's not safe - it's not safe here -"

"Don't leave me, don't - don't go - "

"Ow - how did I end up on the floor?"

"Not again... I just want to sleep..."

"I'm s- so sor-sorry -"

"I can't st-stop shaking -"

"Is it this? Forever? Every night?"

"My - chest - hurts -"

"Don't let go of me, please, please -"

"My throat hurts... oh, no, was I screaming?"

"I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry, I just.. I got so scared. So scared..."

[billyhargrovc]

Plot:

There was a drabble I read, and I really loved it. I cannot find it but if anyone knows what i'm talking about, link it to me so I can add it here.

Plot is based off of that drabble.

10 years have passed after Starcourt incident. Things are looking up. Billy survived, he found a home with Hopper and got a job at the local diner. His life's shitty, and boring, but he's alive so he's not complaining.

There's a high school reunion and Billy goes just because why the hell not? He runs into the one and only Steve Harrington, who comes home from NYC.

They meet up, and sparks fly.

Anyone interested in writing adult Harringrove? Please come to me. I will literally write you starters.

[billyhargrovc]

basic plot idea where my muse is kind of cold and unaffectionate with anyone, but is friends with your muse who recently went through a bad breakup. my muse suggests or agrees to fake being in a relationship with your muse to make their ex jealous. but then my muse starts to like the fake relationship a little too much and falls for yours

[billyhargrovc]

my kind of flirting is getting into a physical fight with someone and finally pressing them against a brick wall, a knee between their legs and my hand roughly grabbing their jaw, leaning in way too close into their personal space and whispering "you done already?"

[billyhargrovc]

--Missing my interactions with Billy! Like this post if you'd like to plot out with my Billy! OC and Crossover friendly!

I promise I play him more tamed .