#billy hargrove mother

[calicheer-cove]

I decided to try my hand at creating a comic that was a little more serious and less comical (don’t worry there will be more Calicheer Shenanigans eventually). While the comic is short with only two lines of dialogue, I wanted to have the drawings tell the story.

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn a comic like this, so the page formatting, shading and anatomy are not the best here (and yes Chrissy’s friends are traced from another project here). I still hope you enjoy this.

Also if you can, please reblog this so it reaches more people.

[shieldofiron]

If I said the one could heal the other just a little?

[imsodishy]

okay but what about- what about early days of Brenner's experiments, and grad student Mary Baker who's on the research team, working on the military arm of the research. Who starts up a secret fling with one of the handsome soldiers they're experimenting on.

Mary who's shocked to discover she's pregnant, despite the fact that she was on birth control. Who, just last year, her friend and colleague had confided in her that she was pregnant and didn't know what she was going to do, before she suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Mary who's had her suspicions about Brenner's whole circus for a while now. Who convinces her boyfriend, Neil, to put in for a transfer. Somewhere far away, maybe California? She'll drop out of school and they'll get married.

Mary who tells no one when she leaves. Who never legally changes her name, who starts going by her middle name, because Neil always called her by it anyway. So there's no paper trail connecting Mary Baker to Alice Hargrove. No way to connect her baby boy in California to that doctoral candidate back east.

Alice who stays because she has to. Who leaves when she gets tipped off that they're coming for her. Who has to leave alone when the spooks come looking for Mary Baker because Billy Hargrove’s got nothing to do with Mary Baker.

She made sure of it.

[harringroveera]

A bit late for that now Dustin

[toobusybeingdelulu]

something something about billy teaching little kids how to swim, and being good at it (otherwise their parents would have not let him); something something about his tendency to keep throwing good advice at people even while being a dick about it (max and steve, for example) something something about him apparently having a natural predisposition for helping people out and-

[lovebillyhargrove]

***

It is that time in the early morning hours when nothing seems quite real.

You open your eyes and still don't understand if you're awake or still dreaming and whether it's time to get up and start about your daily routine or there's still a chance to fall back into sweet slumber.

It is still dark and what makes it darker is rain outside.

Gently tapping on the roof and against the windows. Lullabying.

Neil isn't at home. He is on a night shift, working as a security guard in a bank some blocks away. He'll come home at 7.

She still has enough time but she needs to hurry.

She grabs the bag she packed the previous evening. She doesn't need much.

Quietly puts the bag on the floor near the door.

She'll be out of this burning house in no time and

She'll be free.

Of Neil.

What a mistake. What a huge fucking mistake and such a waste.

Of her time, of her youth, of her strength and love.

Before grabbing the door handle, she knows, she must say good bye.

To her boy.

She can't make herself do that, it's too hard, it's impossible. She can't look at him.

She has to.

She's gonna settle and come back for him, but how much time will it take before she can do that?

She doesn't know for sure.

It's time to go, however,

She must take a look at him and whisper him goodbye.

It's not goodbye, I'll see you soon, I'll come back for you, I promise.

She goes to her little son's room, cracks the door open.

There he is, sleeping peacefully. The blanket is down on the floor, he often kicks it off in sleep.

She should put the blanket back on him, it's a chilly night.

Just don't wake up, please, don't wake up.

"Mom?" His voice so thin, so fragile

..

"Mom, is that you?"

"Yes, honey."

"Is it time to get up?"

"No, baby, you close your eyes and sleep, it's not morning yet."

She touches his hair and tries not to look at his face.

Into his eyes.

"Okay. Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

Billy sighs, half in drowse, closes his sleep-enchanted eyes

"Why are you in my room?"

"Just .. just came to check on you. I love you, baby. Go back to sleep."

"Love you too. Can you make pancakes for breakfast?"

"Sure. Sure I can."

Damn it. She should leave. Dale is waiting for her a block away from their house.

Dale is nice. He's taking her to Utah with him, and they'll ..

They'll get settled and she'll come back

For Billy.

Dale is not so keen on the idea of taking care of her son that she has with Neil, but .. she'll try to convince him. She will.

Billy has already slipped back into deep sleep.

She shouldn't look at his face, but she can't help herself.

Her eight-year old son's face is so beautiful.

A kid's face.

Untainted.

God.

She shouldn't have done it, cause now tears are running down her face and she doesn't want

To leave him.

But the hell they've all been living in for the past year?

A year and a half ..?

It has to stop. Maybe they'll be better off, just the two of them, without endless ugly fights

You're leaving him in the hands of a monster.

The twilight of the early morning hours is soft and dim

And grey. The rain makes it darker

And sadder. Mournful.

She's clutching at her bag, as she runs, and keeps the other hand close to her heart - to help hold it together, to help it not to break.

The twilight is quiet and pale,

And sorrow is cutting her in half.

***

A wip? Billy's mother POV. I understand her motives and reasons. But that doesn't mean that I consider them a valid excuse for leaving her son. Is there one? Kids are ours, ties thicker than ropes attach us to each other, and it's all on us. Cause we had them, and they are little.

And so, she'll pay.

[accio-motivation]

Steve: Why would you give a knife to Max?

Billy: She said she felt unsafe!

Mike: Well now I feel unsafe!

Billy:

Mike:

Steve:

Billy, reaching inside his pocket: You want a knife?

[andnofucksweregiven]

My nomination/ fancast for mama Hargrove

Look! They both do the little lip thing!

[lorifragolina]

Bite the Bullet, Billy - Third Part

Let's go with the third part of my @billybigbang2024 fic!

Billy is alive and he wants to reconnect with his family... please check the @dirtbagdefender's beautiful gift below and embedded in the chapters! Thanks again to @talanashta for the kind words about those chapters that were really intense and emotional!

You can find 5 new chapters in this parts and discover if Billy will be happy or not, for now!

CW: Domestic violence, period-typical racism, racist terminology, suicidal thoughts, hospital, cops

Read it in AO3 - link to the whole fic - direct link to Chapter 11

Below the cut the beautiful and little spoiler gifs for this part!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My mom walked in on me kissing Billy Hargrove, had a tantrum and we ran away like Romeo and Juliet.

[queenladonna]

Stranger Things romanticizes Billy's mother even though she left him with his abusive father so that she could get away from Neil, and I fucking hate it.

She was selfish and didn't care enough about her son to save him or to at least stay with him.

[calicheer-cove]

When Billy was a child, his mom would play The Carpenters. They both listened to their records on repeat (when Neil wasn’t home) and they would dance and sing together. His mom would sing “Close to You” whenever he was upset or afraid, rocking him gently as she did. Now he can’t listen to any of those tunes without tearing up. Even the first few notes of “Close to You” creates a terrible pain in his heart.

[solarsunshine]

as a probationary member of the stranger things fandom (…cult?), i’m in dire need of steve just going fucking ape-shit. is it fun to rag on him? obvi. however! i want him to fully snap just once.

[harringroveera]

Billy: Fuck, that was amazing

Steve: Should we do it again?

Billy: Sure, I can go for another round

Eddie, from the bottom bunk: Please don’t

[lumaxramblings]

if i see one more person say that jonathan isn't a raging abuser like billy because he "had support, unlike billy" i'm going to snap. what support was that, exactly????

[lovebillyhargrove]

I really don't know where the duffers were pointing at with the whole "Billy's a racist" thing (namely, him telling max to stay away from lucas implying cause he's black), when Billy literally is from California, born and bred, playing basketball like a god, how many kids of different races and backgrounds do you think he was friends with shooting the ball on the streets of any Californian city or town?

It doesn't require advanced algebra to put two and two together and understand that Billy was trying to protect max from neil. Period.