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harcove · 9 months

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Stargazer - B.H.

a/n not a request, because... idk man, i have so many things im in the middle of writing for billy rn, and i had this one in my noggin for a while because i swear i remember somewhere dacre said smthing about it would be cool to see another side of billy- like with a girl just... in a field- cuties. or maybe... i made that up in my head besties idk, but here u go

length: 2.6k

pairing: billy x reader

warnings: no; mention maybe of billy's father and to trauma/abuse. maybe badly written billy im not too confident with this one lmao

summary: billy and you sneak into the hawkins high school football field and look at the stars

The air outside was considerably cooler than it had been during the day, and even then it had already been rather nippy out. The autumn air crisp as the months crawled slowly towards December, towards winter. Maybe a bit chilly for you to be laying in an open field in the middle of the night, but Billy Hargrove didn't seem to care; especially not when he was the one who snuck the two of you into Hawkins High schools football field.

You weren't even sure you had a football team. It was used for soccer and running track. It would be better to refer to it as a soccer field.

"Goddamn it's fucking cold," Billy grumbles, as he jumps down the fence, watching as you take the easier route (for you at least); the small hole that the school had yet to repair in the fencing in a bottom corner; too small for Billy to fit through, but just big enough you could wriggle your way through, "mind reminding me why I agreed to this bullshit?"

"I dunno," the smile is evident in your voice as you finally end up on the right side of the fence, picking yourself up off the dirt ground as Billy looks down at you, hands in his pockets. You use his bent arm to pull yourself up and you can feel the way he stiffens his body to compensate for the weight of your pulling, so neither of you fall, "But it's really not that bad."

"Not that bad?" his brows raise almost comically, and he blinks; his bright blue eyes looking at you like you're insane, "Not that fuckin' bad, huh?"

He breathes out, a bit harsher on purpose, and a plume of air appears in front of the two of you. It's just cold enough that your breath can be seen in front of you, like tiny little clouds of mist; a constant and subtle reminder that the seasons were close to changing once more, Autumn would soon blend into Winter.

Also, a constant reminder for Billy that he was no longer in California.

The sudden thought put a damper on his mood and it was visible in his body language and facial expressions. Billy Hargrove was so much more of an open-book than he realized sometimes. When it came to emotions like anger, or hatred, they showed themselves like black ink on a white page; strikingly. They were two emotions that coincided with one another; and they were the emotions he felt most often and most deeply. Being sad was weak (his father really beat that into him, physically and metaphorically) and being happy? He wasn't sure he could feel happy anymore. Too much anger. Too much hatred.

But then, when he looks at you, everything felt less harsh- his chest doesn't feel as heavy, his body isn't as on fire from a rage deep within; and there is something there. Something that maybe could be happiness. If he let it build, if he worked on it. If he just let it happen.

Easier said than done.

You can feel the way Billy slips away from the moment, noticing the way the dirty blonde sunk deeper into his own head, his face losing any of it's previous sarcasm and maybe even slight amusement, you clear your throat. Better than touching him, because you can't really be sure where his thoughts are in these moments exactly, and you'd seen more than enough to know what his father is like.

"Yeah, not that bad," you repeat, a sly smirk graces your lips as you walk backwards from him, taking big steps to reach the wide open field, your eyes adjusted to the darkness at this point, "you're just being a baby."

Mission successful. Even at the distance you've created between the two of you, you can see the way his face morphs. It's not anger, not like some might think it would be at being called a name; it's light-hearted when you say it, and only you can say it. He'll get back at you. He always does. Sometimes sooner rather than later; and now it's sooner.

The sound that comes from his lips isn't exactly a laugh, it's more of a scoff; a laugh of disbelief as he watches you get further away. His tongue juts out, wetting his lips, a slight shake of his head; eyes zoning in on you perfectly.

"Baby?" he sounds defiant, mock-angry. You just shrug your shoulders, shouting back at him, 'yeah' before waving your arms in the air, "You're fuckin' asking for it."

Billy is fast. He would be, considering how he likes to work out and stay fit; his place on the basketball team for Hawkin's high school shines through in moments like this where he starts running towards you; in turn you turn to face forward, starting to run yourself towards the centre of the field. It's a futile effort to run from Billy Hargrove. He's always going to catch you. He's fast. And he doesn't let up.

You squeal when he suddenly grabs you, slamming his body into your own with his arms around your middle, picking you up with easy and throwing himself onto the ground with you to boot. The laughter bubbles up in your throat as you try to catch your breath, winded and filled with adrenaline. You can hear it before you see it; the laugh from him, the smile in his laugh. It's not a laugh like yours, one that is full-bodied and hard to catch your breath too- it's more like a burst of laughter that he brings back down to control. But it's still a laugh.

You've heard it before. But never like this. He's laughed when he's been angry, he's laughed but it's been fake and calculated. But now he laughs and it isn't thought out beforehand. It isn't in disbelief or anger.

His strength and heavy-handedness is only amplified when he tosses you off him from where he took the brunt of his purposeful fall to the ground, quickly flipping you over without much time for you to think about what's happening. It's only when he's hovering over you with a hand digging into your hip- not enough to hurt you, but enough to know damn well it's there.

"Now," he breathes out, his warm breath a stark contrast from the crisp autumn night, "What was it you called me...?"

Mischief swims in your eyes as you stare directly into the prettiest blue you think you've ever seen. Everything about Billy is pretty. He is so beautiful, in every way, but he hates when you say that. He prefers words like hot, or sexy. But he can't hide his red tipped ears when you say he's beautiful or pretty.

He deserves to know he's not just some object for women to oggle at. He's a beautiful human being. He's Billy.

"Ba...by," you huff out, still trying to catch your breathe. The rise and fall of you chest makes contact with Billy's, showing just how close he is to you right now.

His lips crash onto yours. Hungry. Heavy. Angry? No... Needy. But also, vengeful. If you weren't already winded, you are definitely winded now as all thoughts escape you; the need to breathe becoming a secondary thought. Why breathe when you have him? He makes you feel alive. He makes all the bad things in Hawkins just... Stop. Like the stars in the sky, he may disappear, he might go away for some time but he's still always there. He's...

He bits into your lip.

It elicits a muffled cry from you as you push against his chest, his mouth leaving yours.

And he has the audacity to look at you, mock-confusion on his face, breathing much more normal paced compared to your own. It makes you wanna pinch him. But you don't, instead you settle on glaring at him in the dark.

"Someone's being a baby," he throws it back at you with ease, rolling off you when you push him off. To be fair, you didn't have the strength to push him off, he's just giving you one by rolling off of you anyways. A thump when he hits the grass beside you.

Pouting is useless since he can't even see it now that he's looking at the sky, but you do it anyway. It's the principle of the thing you suppose.

It's quiet. The only sound being a cricket here or there, and the sound of your breathing mixed with his own. Your finally able to regulate your breathing and bring it back to normal. You wish you had a drink, but that's not a big deal for now. The cool air entering your lungs feels good, a balm to the burn from your previous silliness.

"At least your warm now, right?" You offer up the words after a few more beats of silence.

He snorts.

"There's better ways to get warm and stay warm."

You know what he's implying and you hit his shoulder softly with your fingers.

"No. Not in public."

He doesn't respond to that. He really would do anything with you right there, but contrary to what others seemed to believe, he was rather respectful of your boundaries when it came to these things. That didn't mean he wasn't going to tease you.

"Can't believe I'm with a goddamn prude. Its the middle of the damn night."

Like that.

"It's not being a prude!" You focus your attention on the sky, "now just... Look."

He lets out a heavy breath.

The reason you wanted to come out here in the first place. The night sky, filled with stars.

Hawkins wasn't a big city or more populated place like California, it was a small town. Light pollution wasn't really a thing here as it would be in big cities. You took it for granted till you visited your aunt and uncle one year in New York, where the light pollution was rampant. Seeing a star there was nigh impossible.

But Hawkins? The sky was littered with so many little stars, stars you could see perfectly. You could make out some and the vast dark that went on forever. It made you feel oddly melancholic. Sometimes you wished you could reach up, touch them, and join them up there. So small in the grand scheme of things. A reminder of just how large the universe was. Just how... Insignificant you were in the grand scheme of things.

And that was okay. Sometime, you need to be reminded that you're just one person in a world of billions, you're small, and not everything needs to be on your shoulders.

You wanted Billy to feel that. Feel the weight of the world drift away as the stars reminded you, you're only human. Just a small, little human.

"That's the big dipper," you reach your arm up to point at the cluster of stars forming the measuring cup like shape in the sky, "I only know it because it was the only one I could find when I was a kid."

"Still the only one you can find?"

"Uh, no," you matter-of-factly say, moving to point towards another cluster, "there's the little dipper."

"Damn," he mocks, "the little one too?"

You giggle, wiggling closer to Billy's side, seeking his warmth and just his presence in general.

"Still don't get why we couldn't do this when it's warmer. I'm not giving you my damn jacket, you still haven't given me back the other fucking one."

That's true. But he doesn't complain too much. You always bring it back to him, and it somehow always ends up back with you anyways.

"Because, you can see the stars better when it's colder."

"Bullshit," you see his breath when he speaks, "That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard."

"No its not!" You don't actually know that. You just said it, because you've always found you see the stars the best when it's colder. Maybe it's because you usually look up at the sky most during this time of year, when the sky darkens so much quicker than in the summer.

Once more, the conversation lulls to a stop, it's a easy silence that settles between you, one that feels comfortable and safe. Something about being with Billy feels safe, it always does. You can only hope that it's the same for him; that being with you is a safe place for him. Or someday, it will be.

He deserves at least one person, one place, in his life that's safe.

You wriggle close enough to the man that you can rest your head on his shoulder and you do so with ease, but you can feel his shoulder stiffen for a moment before it relaxes. It's just you. He's fine with you.

Much to your pleasure he moves the arm of the shoulder you placed your head on out from beneath you, snaking it around your shoulder to force you closer to him with a single tug. It brings you close enough to Billy that your practically on top of him. When you settle yourself comfortably, one leg hiked up across his torso, with your body pressed against his side and your head close to his heart- his hand leaves your shoulder and travels to your waist. He squeezes the flesh on your hip, causing you to jump slightly.

You know he enjoys how you react.

And you like how it feels.

Laying there, beside him, felt right. It felt like this was where you were meant to be. The cold air didn't matter, the hard grass beneath you didn't change anything. It felt so cliché, to lay under the stars beside a handsome boy- the quote en quote bad boy, as if there was nothing else in the world but the two of you.

You really felt you could stay there forever. Be with him forever.

"You fallin' asleep?" When he speaks you feel the vibrations from his chest, "you fall asleep, your on your damn own."

He doesn't mean that. You know that, he knows that. You breathe in his cologne, savouring it before releasing a long breathe.

"I'm not... I'm just," you pause, voice quiet, strikingly different to how it had been before when you were running from him as a joke. If it wasn't so quiet already, your voice may have been carried away with the wind, "Happy."

You aren't surprised when at first, Billy has nothing to say to that.

Billy is turning this over in his head. Happy. You were... Happy. Happy to be there with him, happy to lay on a dirt and grass in the middle of the night with him. Happy. You were happy.

He didn't think he could make anyone happy. That anyone could be happy with him. It was scary. It scared him; how long could he keep that going? How long till something happened, till he did something and ruined everything. Before he ruined your happiness; ruined you. Was it selfish for him to keep you with him, even knowing that he could ruin everything? Was it unfair to want to have you despite his own fears and issues... Maybe, but Billy Hargrove did not care.

He'd be as selfish as he damn pleased.

"A prude, and a goddamn crackpot. At least you're easy to please."

You swear you can hear a soft edge in his voice as he speaks, even if it's hard to catch, like it's barely there. But you can hear it. You pull yourself closer to him, if it's even possible to do at this point.

Yeah, you think, you could stay there forever with him. And he thinks, maybe he could too.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #mine #antis dni #amy writes #my writing #hhhhh i struggled with billy this time for some reason im sorry yall

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flmer · 1 year

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u said u wanted fluff rqs? cuz im here to deliver

honestly, anything w malleus literally anything i love him sm, but if u want smth more specific maybe smth abt love languages? idk im not very inspired rn either

this only happens on dreams, that's what I thought until I met you.

character/s. malleus.

includes. gn!reader, and fluff :D

cw. none

note. I like to think that his love language is physical contact and quality time (and also gift-giving because he literally gifts you a ton of expensive stuff.)

PHYSICAL CONTACT!

"malleus dear... you've been clinging to me for the past 2 hours.."

"I apologize beastie. your company is just enjoyable and you are also very warm."

Malleus is the type of guy who doesn't mind being the big spoon or the small spoon, It honestly depends on his mood. whenever he's feeling down he just wants you to cuddle with him and wrap your arms around his bigger frame... it makes him feel secure, safe, and loved (it also reminds him of his younger days when his grandmother comforts him by spooning his small frame and patting his back). but whenever you're the one who's having a tough time he always makes sure to do the same to you and whispers sweet comforting things to your ear as he hums a lullaby, lulling you to sleep as he pats your hair gently.

Malleus often wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes it a bit just to hear you laugh because of how ticklish that is and he loves to listen to your cute laugh <3 (it doesn't matter if you have a gruff voice or a squeaky laugh or even similar to a car window swiper laugh. he loves to hear it anyway)

Malleus always makes sure to take off his gloves whenever he holds your hands because he wants to feel your hands and how different it is from his. it also reminds him that he's not alone and you're still here with him even though he knows that you'll disappear someday because you're a mortal and he's immortal. love is a bittersweet thing after-all.

HE LOVES LOVESSS IT WHENEVER YOUR FINGERS BRUSHES THROUGH HIS HAIR !! he loves the feeling of your fingers on his scalp.. it reminds him of home and he likes the comfortable silence that befalls around the both of you

QUALITY TIME!

Malleus likes to be around your presence so much that he practically becomes your shadow with how much he's around you... he doesn't mean any harm. he just wants to spend time with you because you're his lovely mortal<3

Malleus adores your and his nightly routine. the way you always tell him about your day and other things you find interesting today without any fear in your voice, he loves that. it reminds him of how you aren't scared of him even if you already know his reputation and what the other students spit out about him. He always makes sure to listen intently and remember all the details you say and if you happen to bring up something you saw that you really liked but couldn't afford to get it? don't worry beastie, he'll get it for you right now! but then again he can't just leave so he'll have to get it for you tomorrow! :)

LATE-NIGHT TALKS. LATE NIGHT TALKS>>>>

whenever you guys don't do your usual late night talks it always makes him feel unnerved and unable to sleep peacefully (Afterall he always sleeps with a smile on his face remembering your earlier conversations) and when you found out about that you always makes sure to talk to him or send him a message (a letter because he always breaks his cellphone's screen with his long sharp nails)

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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#i have so much focus ability rn wtf why cant i be like this all the time?#after weeks of being too depressed and out of focus now im like a fucking laser #it hasnt tipped out of control yet. usually when i can focus it goes too far. it is sorta on the edge tho #like kinda wanna just stay up all night getting stuff done. just slightly too much energy but im going hiking tomorrow so i gotta sleep #ugh thatll be a waste of focus time tho :-(#well at least my mood is up bc i also already found out that the project i was proposing at the school i was interviewing for was rejected #i dont feel too bad abt it tho. im not surprised. theres still a slight chance i could join the lab on another project but idk it might #be complicated with me being an international student. i just feel bad abt wasting the guys time tho #at least he likes me enough to still pull for me to join his lab. hes been v resposive too. maybe theres still a chance #i actually like this other project more than the one i proposed lmao. but cant get my hopes up lol #i have to finish all my other fucking applications lmao. me and my million applications #pls someone accept me. i promise ill interview better in future lol. at least i got further than the 15 other ppl who applied #i think they only accepted 2 projects #ah well. well see how long my mood holds out. i gotta get these manuscripts done #unrelated

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finneysbaseball · 2 years

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headcanons of being on your period and how i think the ghost boys would react

(im on my period rn so this might be self projecting)

literally supposed to be cleaning cus I'm getting a new bed today but like

finney blake

now ik this boy would be so sweet

but so clueless

he had a mom but she didn't teach him anything about this stuff

he did research about it because gwen has her period

and he does the best he can

now he will get you pads, but he'd probably have gwen actually buy them.

he would rub your stomach if you asked

he'd let you cry on his shoulder if your pains get too bad (me rn bro)

he would be so scared of u

like you're mood swings

he'd be hiding from u bro

thats it's for my lil anxiety filled boy

robin arellano

ok for robin

he'd be so nice about it

like if u bleed on his bed? its ok! he'll get new sheets it wasn't your fault

he would def get u pads

he dont gaf whos looking

he'd be like "tf u looking at🤨" if someone even questions him

he'd lay with u in bed all day<3

and he'd lend u his jacket if u bled thru your pants

and if someone sees the leak and says someone about it?

oh god just pray for them

bruce yamada

IM LITERALLY GONNA AHHHH

this man would be sooo nice about it

likeee

he'd def go out of his way to get you everything you need

a new heating pad? done.

candy? snacks? drinks? also done.

pads? tampons? already had some in his personal bathroom for you.

wanna cuddle all day doing nothing?

UH YES

if someone said something ab you being moody he'd cuss them out

like this boy is nice

like even nice to ppl he doesn't like.

but if someone is being mean to you?

he is not taking that bro

also he'd be so nice ab your mood swings

vance hopper

ok first things first.

i hc that he has only sisters.

no boys just all girls and then him

maybe ab like 4 sisters yk

and he is absolutely a mamas boy

u cannot tell me other wise

and since he has 4 sisters he knows alot about this stuff.

know, i dont particularly think he would go out to get u pads unless he absolutely has too

and since he has 4 sisters who all have their periods (expect his youngest sister who is 6)

they would be stocked up on feminine hygiene

and his sisters would LOVEE YOUUU

you'd cuddle in his room

ok so mood swings

yk he has a temper so you would be arguing bro

his sisters would be like "🍿🍿"

while you 2 we're arguing

yk i think it would be bickering

not like "oh i hate u arguing"

like old married couple arguing

billy showalter

now i don't know much about him so pls bear with me

he wouldn't be over nervous but he wouldn't be that calm either?

you and him would go to the store and get all that you needed, his mom took you both

know imo i think he'd be just a tad embarrassed to be seen getting pads?

idk

he'd still be sweet about it

he'd make you any kind of food (well his mom but yk he poured your drink give him cred)

and then you'd both go into his room and cuddle while he read a book to you:)

ok thats it my lovelys i hope u enjoyed!

also feel free to send me headcanon requests i love making these when i have time!

#finney blake #robin arellano #bruce yamada #vance hopper #the black phone #brady hepner #tbp #gwen blake #billy showalter #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #bruce yamada x reader #vance hopper x reader

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orcelito · 1 year

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uhm. uhmmm. ladue chapter 18 sure is the goal.

... though im still kinda in the mood for angst. this is a problem.

#speculation nation #ladue shit #me writing that one shot & posting it like 'phew! surely this will get it out of my system'#... apparently not.#im sooooooo close. so fucking close to finishing ladue chapter 18 #but it requires a Heart To Heart kinda thing and i am Not feeling that vulnerability rn #im just tired and annoyed in general. and that manifests as wanting to write angst.#maybe this will change after i get my tax return. i can start Living It Up #(paying off debt and not having to calculate expenses down to the dollar!)#im just like. hm. we'll see if my mood changes enough to work on the ladue chapter 18 #but i have been introduced to the ease of one-shots. like holy Fucking shit that was really easy to write #im used to writing fics being a fucking massive undertaking. but i wrote that in literally 2 sittings.#... i could also write a continuation of ce n'est rien #though idk. it's supposed to just sit within canon. a peek into his life #OH oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh i just remembered an idea i had for 3rd semester and omfg #hm. hmmmm #oh yes that would hurt Quite a lot actually.#not entirely original but neither is my 11/20 fic. it's about what i do with the idea that makes it new #well i might have a new severely angsty one shot to write soon. We'll See

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quodekash · 7 months

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im already about to cry and the episode hasn't even started yet, so that's a nice sign that'll probably foreshadow how tonight is gonna go

PLS I LOVE HER SO MUCH

SHE ACTUALLY LISTENS AND TALKS TO KANGHAN

SHE IS MY GODDESS

MY QUEEN

MY MILF

9GO3U4ERHDSGN9P8IO4EURBDGN980OEUVDS

I KNEW SHE WAS CAPTAINING THE SHIP BUT HOLY FRICK NUGGETS

GUEOJRKBGNUOERJDFBGEUOR

IM SOBBING SO HARD RN

lmao nice joke

based on this scene being right at the start here, this episode is definitely gonna be the one where he properly realises his feelings for sailom (if he hasn't realised them already, which I dont think he has. he hasn't accepted it, at least)

AND BASED ON THAT LOGIC, generally the way these writers and directors etc base these ones, they fully lean into the fell first / fell harder dynamic, and almost immediately after the second person realises, they kiss

SO im very much hoping for a kiss at the end of this episode (but it also might not be til next episode)

WE'RE WHAT, ONE MINUTE INTO THE EPISODE?? AND WE'RE ALREADY GETTING TO THE INTIMATE STARES????

OH BOY IM SCARED FOR THE REST OF THE EPISODE

I THINK MY GAY LITTLE HEART MIGHT ACTUALLY EXPLODE

oh yup, oh yup, we've got the heartbeat sound in the background. kang's feelings are coming to lightttt (PLEASE LET THEM KISS TODAY)

AAA

IM SO EXCITED FOR WHATS GONNA HAPPEN BC OF THIS

my theory that they're gonna run away during school hours is still going strong

NOOOOO THE SCENE WAS SO NICE AND HAPPY AND FLUFFY WHY ARE YOU HERE TO RUIN IT YOU BASTARD???

yup okay so that theory is definitely right

(the theory that saifah's gonna like steal from kang's house, and his dad is gonna get shot in the process. not my own theory, it's from @ respectthepetty and it's such a good theory, I love it so much)

OML THIS IS SO FUNNY

I CANT WAIT FOR MORE BATHROOM SHENANIGANS, THIS IS GONNA BE WONDERFUL

awh is he lonely?

he needs a hug

from kang

all through the night

it'll be insane if they do tho, its literally night one, there's no way

I TAKE IT BACK, APPARENTLY IM WRONG????

OKAY NVM APPARENTLY I WASNT WRONG

im half convinced kang is gonna walk in or smth tho

YALL IM SCREAMING, HE FULL-ASS JUST HEEHEED

THEY ARE FRIENDS

AAAA THE LYRICS

I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THEYRE SO PLAYFUL WITH EACH OTHER

WHAT THE HELL

what I wouldn't give to be that driver rn

THE ARM OVER THE SHOULDER???????

THEYRE LITERALLY SO IN LOVE?????????

OMG

PIMFAH

MY WIFE

I rly wish that screenshot was better but the wifi is being stupid for no reason (which isn't surprising since this is Australia and we have the shittest wifi there is)

anyway IM SO SURE JUNE IS GONNA SHOW UP TODAY

GIVE👏US👏LESBIANS👏