CALIFORNIA SCREAMIN'

[hargrovetm]

CAN'T FIGHT THIS PAIN SO EASILY. private & selective rp blog for billy hargrove from netflix's stranger things. unaffiliated with the general strpc. mutuals only. rules below. plotting call.

affiliated with. @harringtontm. @demobrat. @mcxine. @drunivers.

i have been writing billy for over five years now and i really don't plan on stopping anytime soon. i've opened this blog back up for interactions as of recently but i am liberal with the block button i am here to have a good time. i also do not write without plotting.

general content warning for this blog: billy is a victim of abuse and discussions of that will be present, he also is possessed, so possession and themes of a similar nature will be discussed, as well as government experimentation, and medical trauma. billy's life is also plagued with dubious sexual encounters (with him as the victim of people's predatory behavior) and that is also something that could be discussed in some form. any triggers that are applicable to stranger things will also be present.

i don't care for your take on billy. this is basically my place for my character that i have shaped from canon. i know he is a character that can make others uncomfortable and i respect that but do not expect me as the writer to accept any mistreatment for the simple fact that i write a complicated and nuanced character who's mistakes i do not erase but explore and explain over time. that being said racism is not something that will be portrayed here. billy isn't racist. i am not white. argue with the wall.

i do not interact nor want to interact with any portrayals of karen wheeler in any capacity. i simply don't like her, and while i can explain in character why billy flirts and approaches her i do not think that there is an explanation that satisfies me as to why she does that back with someone the same age as her daughter besides her being a creep.

billy's sexuality is a complex thing, as well as is his gender expression, if you have any issues with this then this is not the blog for you. he lacks the vocabulary and concepts to explain himself as he is a guy from the 80s. the closest descriptor i can provide for him is queer. i do not write with other steve harringtons besides @/harringtontm and i do not write with other eddie munsons besides @/demobrat. this blog is not a stand in for consuming fanfics about billy or projecting anyone's fantasies.

thank you for reading my rules, if i sound harsh it's because i am tired of the way the rpc treats people who write billy as if they aren't worse characters to be writing, it's not a competition <3 if you read all that and think we would be compatible as writing partners, then feel free to follow! <3

[demobrat]

so, his shitty line didn't work. apparently, the king of hawkin's high has to be treated like a princess. go figure, right? it's fair, eddie can't really be too bummed about it, even if he can feel the new guitar strap he was going to buy slipping out of his fingers. tough luck. he'll scrape up the money elsewhere, put dustin and lucas back in line, and the whole thing will be a blip in his day. no harm, no foul, better luck next time. still, eddie stays.

he's smiling. leering, more like. eddie silently repeats after billy as he goes on his tirade, mouths a bemused 'hammett hairdo' and an faux offended 'bad?' he doesn't mean to but he laughs, from the stomach, like it got slugged out of him. eddie presses his hand over his heart, puts on an affect like he's well and truly hurt. "ouch, sweetheart, you'll hurt my delicate feelings."

for a guy who could easily beat eddie's scrawny ass, he's not very threatening. he's mean, and fast, and if eddie couldn't spy some pearly whites behind those pink lips, he might suspect he was fork tongued, but he's not exactly the picture of masculinity. he's no typical jock, yellow bellied and slow to the draw. instead, billy hargrove is just kinda bitchy. eddie's usually gets better read on people than he did for billy. he tilts his head. "you aren't scared of me, are you?"

[hargrovetm]

eddie doesn't leave. and like how many hits can one guy take to his pride before he calls it quits? billy's counting in his head. it's would be more amusing if it wasn't annoying. he rolls his eyes, looks ahead after eddie's reply. delicate feelings. "that's all it takes t'hurt your delicate feelings?" billy raises an eyebrow. it's sarcastic right back, billy's only getting started. he is trying not to find the guy a little cute, silly. endearing, like a rabbit or something stupid like that.

you aren't scared of me, are you?

billy scoffs, gives eddie a once over. yeah he's heard the rumors. eddie munson is a satanist. eddie munson has sacrificed animals to the devil. eddie munson took a bite out of a heart during biology. yeah, well billy isn't entirely stupid. now there's some other rumors, the type billy doesn't know what to do with. but he's come to the conclusion that no, eddie munson is not scary. he giggles. "why would i be scared of you?" he squints, like he is trying to find logic in the statement. eddie munson is bad news. maybe. if he's like every other guy, billy knows guys. how they work, what they want. they're worse than girls. and billy isn't easy.

a couple of bad pick up lines and they want you to put out, give the whole tour. tough luck. once more billy hargrove proves to the world that he isn't stupid and he isn't pushing his luck. he lifts his sunglasses into his hair. gives eddie a once over. "...but now that we are pointing out the obvious. no i'm not scared of you or your bad lines. got anymore obvious questions for me or...?" he lingers on the last word. he gets the sensation that this guy might never leave him and his car alone

[harringtontm]

BREATH HELD PRISONER in his throat, steve is so motionless he may as well be made of marble. it's as if billy is some rare & skittish creature, one likely to either flee or attack if anyone moves too quickly. & steve really doesn't want that ; he's too mesmerized by the quiet little process unfolding in front of him. billy owns a set of curlers. & he uses them frequently by the looks of it, hands practiced & unhurried as they twist & pin golden ringlets around little pink cylinders in a neat row. & billy looks so fucking silly — ridiculous, in fact — but steve isn't laughing, his eyes gone dark as he watches without comment. until, that is, billy looks over & catches his gaze, calls steve out of his silent rapture. ❝ i could ask you the same thing. ❞ steve moves than, though his approach is slow, cautious. he isn't sure why it's having this effect on him, billy's hair half-done like it is. but something about being allowed to see him how no one else does, to witness him get all dolled up — & knowing it's all for him — is making steve's heart clench in his chest. & he runs a hand over billy's shoulder, fingertips detouring to softly toy with the last few untwisted curls at the nape of his neck. ❝ you look so . . . ❞ he pauses, brow wrinkling as steve searches for a good-enough word ; vocabulary was never his strong suit. ❝ like. glamorous. & just, kinda . . . beautiful. ❞

[hargrovetm]

caught. and billy looks away slowly. never giving steve an inch. no because who does he thinks he is. walking in and making billy so lightheaded with the idea of him, the impression of him in the corner of his eye. and it's so damn distracting. before billy can do anything to steel himself, steve is in his space. and billy can smell him. clean, and sporty and preppy and so stupidly beautiful. god strike him down, right now. "maybe i am you never know." deflecting yes, and yet he doesn't move away from the touch, his eyes and gaze just soften. melting. and then there it is. the killing blow. and billy looks at steve. eyes slightly wide. glamorous. that's a big word. he let's out a breath then. he didn't know he was holding that in. and he blinks, because beautiful is. beautiful is...billy isn't. billy's hot. hot as hell. and billy's handsome and billy's a whole lot of other things before he's. he can feel it then, his face red. the crackling of electricity before a storm, the lingering sensation of taking one too many shots. he has to look away, face burning. "you're really trying t'make my head explode. jesus, steve--" he leaves the next curler halfway down, he needs to hide somewhere. head under the dirt. anything. shut up, shut up. beautiful? he could throw up. "--it's almost like you wanna get railed instead of going out." this is billy trying to put into words what he's feeling. and he's kinda falling miserable. beautiful.

[demobrat]

"who knows." eddie repeats, slow to the draw. the way billy is looking at him, the shine of his lips. eddie munson cannot possibly be this pussy-whipped. it's fucking pitiful. he's got a reputation. a shitty one, mostly, but a reputation that something to him. still, billy's moving in his lap, arching into eddie's hand, and he feels the rush that comes with gaining some ground. billy came to him all keyed up. fuck it. worrying about a reputation is poser shit anyways.

eddie stares at billy's lips, for a minute, an hour, lost in something that certainly can't be considered coherent thought. his restless hands keep on moving: smoothing up billy's thigh, lingering at the edge of his shorts. he wraps the blonde hair a little tighter over his fist. he would do anything, he thinks, and for what? he doesn't know. eddie looks up to billy's eyes from under his mane of hair. he licks his lips, lets it grow into a smile. it's a crooked thing. pure mischief. "i was busy." all heat, fake anger, a sternness that he didn't use to think he had in him. he pinches the skin of billy's thigh, a little too hard to be nice. sometimes when he's with billy it's like being on stage. he knows it, and his audience knows it, that they're here to eat out of his hand. they'll let eddie call the shots, if he just wins them over. eddie sits up straighter, uses his grip to bully billy closer. a wrench in his plans: no one should have eyes that pretty. he pauses, a blush blooming, but he recovers. the stage must go on. "shitty manners, sweetheart. seems to me like a bad way to get what you want."

[hargrovetm]

it's like seeing him come alive, billy knows why he's doing this. to feel the soft sting at his scalp, the touch of warm hands. eddie knows him. and the thought should be terrifying, it should be beyond fucking scary. beyond fucking reason. and. it isn't it just makes him unbelievably hard. it makes him stupid and horny and billy's worst decisions have been made under these exact circumstances. except maybe.

maybe eddie knows what's good for him. maybe it's not a gamble, getting treated the way he wants to. the way he dreams when its only him and his thoughts. he gasps, between his teeth when his hair gets wrapped tighter, i was busy, and a pinch on his thighs, legs folded spread open a little more. he's getting played, exactly like he wants. jesus. talk about letting eddie's ego get any bigger. mouth slightly open, billy licks his bottom lip. tastes sweet. it's the gloss. pressed into eddie. "you're busy now." billy's voice goes softer. between lashes. and he holds onto eddie, not quite touching where he isn't supposed to. just for support. holding on for dear life. lingers. "-think...i don't really mind. if i'm getting my way." a breath. close. closer. "-but if you mind then. guess y'gotta teach me some." an invitation, laid out clean, and billy can feel his heart beating faster. temperature rising. it's taking everything out of him to grind eddie into the bed.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ (REQUESTED) SUPERMAN (2025) PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

how's your mom?

i don't think there's anything funny about good journalism.

why does he trust everyone?

i've sacrificed my own humanity to help get rid of it.

your obsession with me is getting a little creepy.

it's not too late for either of you.

this is what you do every time you're faced with conflict.

i'm sorry, friend.

any chance they're mistaken?

i'm not gonna say that. you know i'm not gonna say that.

i'll be there as soon as i can, okay?

aw, you look like shit.

where's the button?

he's gonna regret harming me for the rest of his life.

i can handle any question that comes my way.

i will admit that, i am scared.

they sent me here to kill people.

come on. my actions? i stopped a war.

rule without mercy.

hey, handsome.

people were going to die!

what are we gonna do?

you saved us so many times. now it's our turn.

this girl is obsessed with you?

i thought i told you to keep an eye on him.

we're so different.

if you keep interviewing yourself, eventually people are gonna figure it out.

i shouldn't have brought it up.

hey, man. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to bum you out.

ethically, these interviews are hugely problematic.

we need to find him.

hey! hey, no, no. stop!

i tried to stop him.

no need to thank us, as we will not appreciate it.

guards! guards! he's doing something!

i'm just in the middle of a big news day here.

we have to try. come on.

what did you mean when you said that you knew this would never work?

it's a big story. put it above the fold.

three months ago, we had our first date.

so we're gonna lock up all meta humans now?

we'll never make it in time.

why is nobody clapping?

it's been a minute.

we feed the canine, but he is unruly.

the alien is on its way back.

can't he hold his breath for over an hour?

i can tell you don't really think so.

i probably should have told you that a long time ago.

don't worry. tall, dark, and martian isn't my type.

what are you doing here?

how dare he throw a pencil at me?

how am i being dishonest?

i'm goddamn mr. terrific.

there's other parts of you that people would find very attractive.

that's the problem. i need to heal.

i've been trying to figure out a way to get it out of here alive.

yes, but you know that's very silly.

we have what we need. return to base.

i knew this would never work.

we have no clue what his actual goal was here.

i cherish it more than anything.

oh, my god! what is that?

well, what's particularly bad for business is dying.

should we really still be standing here?

i don't need your help.

way to bring it home!

this ain't playtime! quit messin' around!

i didn't do anything.

i think it's pretty obvious the goal was kicking superman's ass.

what did you mean by that?

what did you say?

take me home.

i think i'm doing a good job.

i won't be able to sustain the impact at this speed.

without solid proof of malicious intent, it's just not worth the risk.

your pride won't be making our choices today.

it would be difficult to find him.

even if he was dead, those trackers would still be there.

i just do what i can not to be splashed.

i'm pretty sure you wouldn't like that.

that is where you've always been wrong about me.

okay, i'd like to change the subject, if i could.

man, you are so weird.

don't talk to me.

i have no clue what you're talking about.

i put your parents' message on to soothe you.

you are only 83% restored to health. you must rest.

you seem upset.

your choices, your actions: that's what makes you who you are.

they won't fool everyone forever.

there were no casualties and no significant injuries.

i can recover the rest.

can we go on now?

who raised you as a child?

we'll need more than you when we enter.

we love you more than heaven.

you came to get me.

oh, my. i do apologize, but this is a restricted area.

we've done what we need to do. wrap it up.

you know what? it doesn't matter.

you have to say “off the record” beforehand, not after.

we must get to the bunker!

i am giving you one last chance to stop!

i don't get it. what's bad about that?

buckle up, we're going live.

no, you are not going to take credit for this.

come on, bro. don't be such a wuss.

okay, well, a lot of people love 'em.

you're just trying to get information out of me.

you love breakfast.

you are not punk rock.

she has to be the biggest idiot in the world.

we'll take my ride.

i put one foot in front of the other and i try to make the best choices i can.

oh, come on, man.

okay. i'm gonna do my job.

you gotta get outta here. it's not safe.

i'm as human as anyone.

it's not healthy, is it?

i'm not even sure how i feel. honestly.

now you're being dishonest.

what the hell, dude?

i party like a rock star, choir boy.

i was gonna break up with him, actually.

i've been very honest about that. from the beginning.

oh, here. i brought you a donut.

wait. can we talk..?

i'm sorry we fought.

i hope he rots in hell.

i'm punk rock.

hopefully, there's something on here.

i'm coming in on my own accord.

there's gotta be a better way to do this.

he's been studying him for years.

you have to promise me we get to hang this weekend.

you piece of shit alien!

i can help.

i told you i wasn't good at relationships.

i have a workaround for that as well.

what do you want me to do?

look, i didn't even want to bother you,

take a hike, barbie!

please see what you can find out.

this is all on the record.

i don't know how else to find him.

he'll be dead in minutes.

i screw up all the time.

i couldn't be more proud of you.

you were out there helping them?

hey, bro, what are you doing? stop that!

isn't that one of those justice guys?

is that really how you feel?

do you want me to take it apart and put it back together?

you want me to drive?

sorry about that. i'm so sorry.

you'd be terminated already if it was up to me.

it was very funny today.

he's out there alone and he's probably scared.

we have no consciousness whatsoever.

oh, that's really good.

it's what people on the internet are saying.

hey, buddy. eyes up here.

i cleaned your boots. i'll go get 'em for you.

it's just a working name.

go for its eyes!

i can't stop it. i need your help.

i didn't imagine that would go so quickly.

how's that a mystery?

your superman has abandoned you!

you know that one specifically irritates me!

you have the footage?

would you like a coffee or tea?

i'm not who i thought i was.

can you get in?

where is my dog?

this is what we came for.

darn it, i can be such a jerk sometimes.

i will not accept that. will you?

how are we supposed to know how we feel when we read this malarkey?

enough! you're, you're gonna get all of us in trouble!

good luck with that.

you think this is going well?

the rumors are true.

i swear to god, that's not it.

my point is, i question everything and everyone.

whoa! what do we got here?

i didn't make it up.

how long have they been hooking up?

who are you working with here on earth?

as far as we can ascertain, there's none left on the planet.

parents aren't for telling their children who they're supposed to be.

are you being serious right now?

it's an awfully small distraction.

i really don't understand why you stay in that relationship.

i don't read that stuff.

i know you won't kill me.

you couldn't be more obvious.

with a healthy dose of yellow sun, we'll have him up and at 'em in no time.

kill him! he's still weak!

i don't know what a pocket universe is.

i don't know how in the hell this thing hasn't been spotted.

we can't stand here much longer.

this is your last warning.

why are you being like this?

i have no family or nothing.

[hargrovetm]

happy pride Billy’s queer as hell

[hargrovetm]

I am thinking about final girl billy

[hargrovetm]

my favorite verse I’ve ever constructed is a verse where Billy grows up in Hawkins because he ended up leaving with his mom, there’s so many things that change and there’s so many thing that remain the same because they are at their core part of Billy but it’s still a nice little place in my mind

there’s so much of Neil that still gets carried over because it is not only the amount of abuse Billy goes through but also rather who does it come from and how is one supposed to heal from such a big change and how even with someone who loves him and cares for him Billy still struggles in other aspects of his identity

[hargrovetm]

so in an even bigger distinction between season 2 Billy and season 3 Billy what kind at the heart of it is that anger cannot be what Billy goes to whenever he’s feeling any negative emotion, while yes he doesn’t stop being angry it cannot any longer manifest itself the way it has been for the better part of ten years…and so Billy goes back to the other thing he did before the anger and that is crying just bursting into uncontrollable tears because he cannot regulate his own emotions he cannot soothe himself into calm and I think that makes him loose himself further into himself, makes him not seek out others in embarrassment but also in assumption that he is not welcomed anywhere.

[hargrovetm]

I’m thinking now about how creative Billy gets once he knows for a fact he is leaving Neil’s house, the way he is packing things and hiding them how he hides what the pool pays him applying to colleges and ultimately how to unlink himself from Neil entirely

[hargrovetm]

girl what do you mean I’m blocked by a meme resource blog

[hargrovetm]

doesn’t it make you sick to think about just how much Billy would take emotionally from people because he believes that he is inherently undeserving of anything that is remotely good and not only because he believes himself to be unlovable but rather because he thinks that at his core he cannot inspire goodness in others that all people want to do to him is hurt him or leave him because that’s what he’s learned and yet he doesn’t recognize this in him

[demobrat]

"that was not a date." eddie ditches their stolen towels on a pool chair, wrestles himself out of his reeboks. billy does something out of sight and the pool lights flicker on, hardly noticeable with the sunlight, but eddie catches it. he doesn't feel too great about large bodies of water, not since finding out about the gate at the bottom of lover's lake. "hey, really!" eddie calls, struggling to look away from the still surface of the pool. he manages to turn his head and find billy, meets eyes that are the same color as the water. "you can't count that as a date. i didn't know."

the eddie of last summer would've had to be bribed to spend any time at the hawkins public pool but he doesn't say that. maybe, if he had known there was someone there worth ogling at, he would've shown up, but last summer he hadn't known he was quite so interested in... well. lifeguards. clearly, eddie hadn't known a lot. "this place isn't really my, um, thing. a little too family friendly for my tastes."

billy's gone a little pale, but he's covering it up, saying something sleazy to smooth it over. henderson loves to whine and moan about how scary max's crazy big brother is but eddie doesn't see it. can't align the kid's bitching with the billy that stayed by eddie's bedside for months, taking whatever shit eddie threw at him. billy's just not that hard of a read. scar tissue glimmers across his chest, his back. the scars paint a gruesome picture, clue eddie in on the events no one has been able to describe to him in full detail. even scarred, billy looks pretty, right in his little shorts, like he's supposed to be playing volleyball on the beach in some god awful mtv music video. eddie's caught redhanded, openly staring at miles and miles of newly exposed skin. he grins, wolfish.

really, he'd planned to keep his shirt on. to slip into the water in his cut off cramps shirt and his oversized swim shorts, the ones passed down from wayne. eddie glances away, to the fence, past that to the treeline. he's still smiling, but its more out of habit than anything honest. eddie's scars have had less time to heal than billy's. he knows what the skin looks like beneath his clothes: gnarled and angry. fucked up. "you this bossy when you worked here?" eddie grumbles, but he nods once, twice, his fists clenching and unclenching. billy's being brave, feet planted and so far from running home scared; eddie can't help but follow suit. he rips his shirt over his head, balls it up and tosses it over to the towels. eddie feels vulnerable, exposed, and he leans into the feeling, takes the few steps over to billy and wraps his pale tattooed arm over billy's warm shoulders. "think it's gonna be cold?"

[hargrovetm]

he didn't know. it makes billy stomach twist slightly. remembers the high anxiety of even thinking about the endless possibilities, all the options in which this ended badly, for him. for eddie. meanwhile eddie didn't know, it's kind of sweet. it's mortifying. "you didn't know. you take girls you like to other different spots out in the woods?" it's teasing, it's not entirely mean. but it's friendly, the kind of bitchy that comes more naturally to billy.

"family friendly. okay." and it was, the crowds were a lot. being a lifeguard wasn't entirely a bullshit job, but the way some of the women looked at billy it definitely did not feel family friendly. guess it was the everything else about the place. "worse. you would've hated me. ruled the pool with an iron fist, babe." his chest feels tight, tight, tight. only gets to breathe when he looks at eddie, tension relieved when eddie puts his arm over his shoulders, and billy leans his head to rest on eddie. it's a small thing, but it feels like everything.

billy doesn't stare at the scars, out of...respect. maybe. but he is running his eyes across eddie's body, he's hot people don't really see that but between the dark locks of hair and the deep brown eyes billy's certainly feeling something. he gets to touch, indulges in it whenever he can. they're a special kinda lucky, nothing makes billy feel more alive than this. the two of them together. "it's either luke warm, or it's freezing." lately billy doesn't know if people are running the place like he would. he sighs, gentle and soft. finding comfort in eddie. "-only one way to find out. we gotta jump, daddy-o." he places a kiss on eddie's cheek. "i can throw you in first if you want." it's a warning, almost. bares his teeth in a smirk, and he picks eddie up, bridal, let's him have enough time and space to tap out if he doesn't want to be thrown. it doesn't mean billy won't have a little fun with it.

[hargrovetm]

everytime i remember they buried billy in hawkins i get the feeling my chest is caving in because all that guy wanted was to get out of there, and all he wanted was to be back in the ocean again, he just wanted a chance to live his life without fear and control and away from neil but he didn't get that all he got was death and no one else cared about him ever again

because it is important to me that you know that all it took was one action of kindness for him to sacrifice himself, one look into his feelings an acknowledgement that he has not been happy for ten long years and that misery overtook him and that he could help avoid that for a bunch of people who do not care about him yet who he was willing to die for

[hargrovetm]

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜ (i think she should be looking for eddie and billy answers the door or smth... idk)

"isn't that a bummer. well we can't always get what we want, now can we?" billy didn't know hanging out at eddie's place involved serving as his personal secretary at times (and to be completely fair to eddie, billy kinda dropped in as a surprise but his house and this goddamn heat were unbearable. and he did kinda want to see eddie in the middle of the week. summer's approaching. sue him.)

"you can wait for him. he said he wasn't gonna be long." and that is a real coin flip. he leaves the door open, doesn't wait for a reply before he makes his way back into the kitchen. he's cooking something edible and he was on his way of having a day with no major incidents. billy hates this. awkwardness and dealing with people who don't like him in a stupid confined space, but he instead handles it as if it was nothing. smile on his face not entirely real, but charming nonetheless.

[hargrovetm]

permanent plotting call. by liking this post you give me permission to message you whenever I get an idea for our muses either on discord or in here if I don’t have your discord.

if I see you in the notes of this post I’ll know you want me to contact you, if you don’t want me to message you unprompted you can simply unlike the post. feel free to dislike and relike at will to ping me or remind me that you wanna keep talking. you aren’t required to like this post but it’s just for me to not loose plotting calls !

[hargrovetm]

Billy knows how to cook in a practical sense I don’t think Neil spends much time in the kitchen, and I think that might have been a main motivator for finding a second wife…but BACK TO WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

he knows how to feed himself and like whenever Susan isn’t around which seems to be like ? A thing that happens then he’s in charge of food, and like despite there’s no sibling relationship between it’s things like these that put them on the family wavelength they are the only ones home and not having a family dinner with Neil and Susan might be the one time they both get some sort of respite (specifying that this is something that occurs pre season 2 too, there’s probably a bad time in Hawkins after just getting there where there is no respite) but it’s like a way of bonding and a way of taking care of each other that isn’t like ??? Forced upon them and it comes natural it’s just doing two servings instead of one