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Stranger Things | 3.04

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talking about 80s fcs with my fren and i decided to add r.ob lowe as my alt fc <3 🤭 bc literally, 80s fcs are too cool to be so underrated so i must contribute. 💙

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"yeah," tone flat, "i'd paint my ass pink, if i could. i love it that much." billy sarcastically responds before a cattish smirk curls his lips despite all the natural oozing grumpiness. ring clad hand reaching back to lightly swat off her hand for messing up his curls. "well, i didn't say it was an all night stare and stop." he claims, impressed and loathing all at the same time how intuitive and smart she is.

he was too used to the girls who only had air for brains. they didn't usually pinpoint all these things about him so easily, it was clear cindy was intelligent– while that was surprisingly wildly attractive, it was also irritating. his most pet peeve: only because it meant she could see through him. "and how do you know that? because you're my biggest stalker." answering for the palmer princess, what a ridiculous claim when he invites her into his car all the time.

"all the above, but you forgot mötley crüe." he adds, sitting still momentarily, brows pinching in a small crease as she circles around and then she grabs for the hairspray. prepared to swat it away if she uses too much. "so maybe, that means, you failed." all over just one tape, not admitting she's clearly been paying attention and in fact got it all right about himself. frustratingly, another attractive thing.

"oh please, you love pink," cindy , barely holding back a grin as she fluffed his curls just to irritate him. "don’t act like it wouldn’t bring out those pretty little highlights of yours, babe. golden surfer boy and all that." she felt the shift in him, that nearly imperceptible tension curling in his shoulders, the way his breath hitched just slightly when she leaned in close. if she didn’t know any better, she’d think he liked it—this game of his, pretending like he wasn’t affected. pretending like he didn’t feel the heat crawling up the back of his neck when her lips had barely grazed his skin.

"and for someone who supposedly sat down just to stare at himself, you’re awfully impatient," she muses, stepping back just far enough to admire her work in progress. her head tilts, like she’s examining a painting, deciding where to add the final strokes. "starting to think you don’t actually hate this as much as you pretend to... it's almost like you're having fun." she smirks, circling around him, the soft click of her heels against the studio floor deliberate, slow. she reaches out, barely brushing her fingers against the sharp line of his jaw before catching his chin between two fingers—gently, just enough to tilt his head back ever so slightly, to meet her gaze in the mirror in front of them.

"besides," she continues, voice honey-smooth and cool, "i do know you, hargrove. maybe not all the way. maybe not yet." she pauses, just enough weight behind the words to make them linger. "but i do know that if i check under the seat of that camaro, i’m gonna find at least a couple ratt tapes, two metallicas, one scorpions, and maybe—maaaybe—a van halen album if i’m feeling generous.” she winks, letting go of his chin before he can shake her off, before he can come up with another excuse to be so unbothered. she was having too much fun getting under his skin. she flicks the cap off a hairspray can, her smirk widening. her gaze flicks toward the mirror, watching for his reaction—not that she’d ever admit to looking for one. "tell me i’m wrong."

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"oh, i'm sure it's something pink." if not a prom dress. "well hurry up, palmer princess. i don't got all day." the pretty finger pushed into his skin causing his head to gently turn only serves to alert his senses to give it a lick. "enhancing it..." curly blond parrots, "uh huh." he snorts, forced to look back forward. "too much van halen? you don't know me at all." billy teases, since of course he digs van halen but not a band that his tape player burns out on.

face remaining hard as stone, gaze indecipherable and unfazed on his stoic OUTSIDE– but on the inside his heart speeds up, banging a little harder in the confines of his ribcage, all at the sound of cindy's voice so close to his ear and her lips brushing against his skin. the addicting smell of her hair getting in his face. which only serves to irritate him more that his heart races and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at how the simple move can weaken him like that so powerfully. "can it. i only sat down to stare at myself."

“oh my god, billy, relax,” cindy drawled, twirling a teasing strand of his hair between her fingers like she had all the time in the world. “you act like i’m putting you in a prom dress or something.”

she smirked, stepping back just enough to admire her work so far, hands perched on her hips like a true artist surveying their masterpiece. the overhead lights in the glamour shots studio cast a glossy sheen over billy’s sun-bronzed skin, his impatience written in every tense muscle and the dramatic roll of his ocean-blue eyes.

"besides, don’t flatter yourself—i’m not trying to change your style, tough guy.” her voice was sugary-sweet, just to piss him off. "i'm enhancing it. you know, bringing out your whole ‘dangerous bad boy who probably listens to too much van halen’ vibe. you're welcome.”

she caught him trying to turn his head to peek, but she tsked, nudging his jaw back into place with just the slightest press of her manicured fingers. "nuh-uh. don’t ruin the surprise, hargrove."

then, with a mischievous grin, she leaned in, close enough for her breath to ghost over his ear—just to see if he’d flinch.

"besides, if you hated this that much, you wouldn’t have sat down in the first place."

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a thousand kisses baby

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ho---ly shit, AND HOW did he get stuck here letting cindy play beauty school on him again? he didn't know, but blues roll and he impatiently chews his bubblegum he's already chewed all the flavor out of. "you got two minutes, princess. before i haul ass out of here. this is embarrassing, cindy." grumbling about it before something she said just now registers, "and it better be my style or i won't be caught dead leaving out of here in it." what the hell was she up to? billy attempts to turn to look.

“okay, so maybe this isn’t your style, but trust me—you’re going to thank me later.” cindy perched on the edge of the studio chair, holding up a sequined top with a grin. she tilted her head, squinting at her client like she was mentally piecing together a masterpiece. “you’ve got that whole cool, mysterious vibe going on, and this? this is going to make you pop.” she winked, spinning the chair toward the mirror. “now, sit tight and let me work my magic.”

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billy hargrove: in every scene 2.04 — chapter four: will the wise

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Tits out. Color of lust. Westernwear influence. Religious symbology. Tight jeans. Leather Jacket. Pretty curls. Earring. Cologne. It's all there.

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"oh wow," he observes, blues trailing up and down the cindy styled tree and watching her go manning it so effortlessly, "glad one of us is good at this. up to me– i'd put the red in the all the wrong places and a beer can for the top piece." a rotten laugh emits. though, he really didn't find he ever gave two shits towards stuff like this, but he had to admit– he could see cindy had a way and an eye for it. it was impressive, even as she rambled on about something about symmetry. a smirk curled his face, "yeah, sure," arm lifted up, going ahead and putting the lights the way she wants. doing his best, even if he's a little more sloppier than her at it. "i think cindy, you already are." blues playfully rolled, she might as well be classified as a tree stylist. "you should go around doing this for people for extra money for sure." she could advertise it in the newspaper or pass around flyers with her phone number on it, people would definitely be calling her up he thinks. "chic, what?" he confusingly asks, another moment of not understanding cindy palmer vocabulary. girl vocabulary. taking a seat, he deems this tree as already going all out since it looks a million times better than the poor excuse one susan puts up.

🎄: for our muses to decorate a Christmas tree together

the stereo crackled as “rockin’ around the christmas tree” played softly in the background, giving the room a warm, cozy buzz. cindy stepped back, tilting her head as she studied the tree in front of her. it was coming together, but not quite there yet. “the gold ornaments need to go higher,” she said thoughtfully, gesturing vaguely with one hand as she picked up another strand of tinsel. “they’re getting lost in the middle with all that red. it’s too heavy down there.” she looped the tinsel around her hands and stretched it out, testing its sparkle in the light. satisfied, she tossed it lightly onto a bare spot, fluffing it into place. “see?” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a grin. “that’s balance. symmetry. well, almost symmetry.” her tone was playful but decisive, the same voice she used when critiquing a Glamour Shots photoshoot. she leaned over the ornament box, carefully pulling out a bright blue bauble with glittery swirls. it caught the blinking tree lights in a way that made her smile. “this one’s my favorite,” she announced, holding it up for a second before finding the perfect spot near the top. “a pop of color—unexpected but not out of place. it’s like... the cherry on top.” reaching for another ornament, she glanced at the tree again and wrinkled her nose slightly. “but the lights...” she trailed off, adjusting a strand of them near the middle. “they’re too bunched up there. can you—” she gestured toward the other side, assuming he’d know what she meant. “spread them out a little? they need to look... effortless. not like we tried too hard, you know?”

she stepped back again, crossing her arms as she admired their work so far. her sweater slipped off her shoulder, but she didn’t bother fixing it, too absorbed in the project. “this is actually turning out really good,” she said, the corners of her mouth quirking up. “like, good enough that if i ever quit glamour shots, i might have a future as a tree stylist.” she smirked, her voice light with playful sarcasm but clearly proud of what they were creating. another glance at the box of ornaments, and she grabbed a tiny gold bell, spinning it between her fingers. “so, do we go all out? or do we stop here and call it chic minimalism?” she teased, arching a brow as she looked over at him and envisioning how pretty it would look glowing with a garland of string lights around it.