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he's lovely 🥺 also yes i am still alive

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i miss this boy sm

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fiercehearts​:

@rattgrove​: „ talk about bad luck. “ FROM: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 :  𝐞𝐩. 𝟔𝟑𝟒

                                       hopper clenched his jaw , as he stared at the boy in front of his , arms crossed over his chest , as he leaned against his desk and focused on him. he squinted his eyes. „ didn’t i warn you last time , hargrove ? “ , he asked with a huff coming from his lips , as he took in the sight of the boy and he could tell by the way the bruises looked that those were older and not from the fight he had to pull him off. „ what happened ? “ , he asked as he nodded towards him and he raised his fingers towards his own face. „ and don’t tell me , that this is from this fight , because i can tell they aren’t, brat . “

    it really is just bad luck. that he’d managed to get provoked enough to get into a damned fight with some brat who thought he could stand up to him, after a particularly bad altercation with neil the previous day. even moreso, because someone had the bright idea to call the cops, when things had gotten bad enough -- only for billy to get caught while the piece of shit who started all this ran, tail tucked between his legs. fucking perfect.

    it’s why he’s currently at the station, arms crossed across his chest, nose bleeding and head throbbing from those punches the bastard could land, glaring at the chief of police who -- obviously -- isn’t about to take any of his shit. eyes roll at the first question, the notion regretted immediately with the brief flash of pain that follows. he’s about to argue, when the cop asks about the state of his face, pointing out something billy really didn’t need right now.

    shoulders tense and teeth grit together, body rigid and on the defensive as he glares, trying to come up with an answer that would make sense. “ fell down some fuckin’ stairs. “ shoulders shrug, tone definite signalling he’s not about to delve into it any further than need be. funnily enough -- his house didn’t have stairs. “ you gonna write me up now, so i can leave or what? “

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man i wanna bring my peter back 

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Billy becoming hard of hearing after being thrown through brink wall and dealing with that car crash. So he has to wear a hearing aid. At first it’s really difficult for him to get used to it, but he soon doesn’t mind.

He turns it off when he thinks Max is whining to him, when he has to deal with her friends and when he thinks Steve is nagging to him. He loves that he can just tune people out when he’s feels like it.

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@fiercehearts​ said;  okay okay , listen. , i adore your billy. i adore the way you write him and i will always do , even though we recently just writting again. i adored your bucky before and the way you get a grip on those characters. it's -chefs kiss - you're loved and very very important & i hope you never forget that , because no matter on which muse , my babies will ALWAYS adore yours. ♥

ohmygosh that is the kindest thing ever ; v ; you’re too sweet  ♥ ♥ ♥ same back at you though! 

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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fiercehearts​:

                     steve had learned from a young age that his soulmate had to suffer abuse. when he had been younger he didn‘t think much into it , he thought he was tripping just like he did often when he was little , scraping his knees up , but there had been one day where there were more burises than usual. when he was around twelve years old his back had been littered with bruises and that when he knew it , that whatever his ‚soulmate‘ was going through , it was though , but he kept it to himself , because as much as he wanted to help and as much as his instinct was to protect the person , he couldn‘t do it. he didn‘t know where his soulmate was. he had no clue WHO it was.

then his relationship with nancy took a rise and part of him had believed for a short amount of time that maybe it had been nancy all along , but it was bitter to find out that it wasn‘t her after all , because he caught feelings for her and then suddenly he was all alone again , because as it seemed nancy belonged to jonathan and not her. part of him was relieved , because at leat he could be sure that nancy was SAFE. that she hadn‘t been beaten up.

the moment his eyes laid on billy he knew it. he couldn‘t tell why , but he knew it. maybe it had been the bruise on his arm , that he could get a glimpse of during practice , the same one that graced his own skin. first he didn‘t think too much into it until he started to notice more bruises that were the same and he felt disappointment settle in. not that it had to be out of all people billy hargrove that was suppose to be HIS person , no but the pain he had been going through , because he knew he just got the bruises that hurt a little , but he never had to suffer from the pain getting them. sure he had been in a fight or two , lost them badly , but that didn‘t mean he was getting beating up on a regular basis. and once he knew , steve didn‘t went too hard on the other. billy seemed to have enough shit dealing with. maybe part of him was so disappointed , because he had been dreaming about meeting his soulmate , still having this romantic , childish fairy tale ending , but how was that suppose to happen , when billy hate his guts and he wasn‘t any better when it came to the other ?

when the bruises got too bad , steve had decided for himself to skip practice , not wanting to be questioned about the bruises. he was bad at coming up with stories and no one would believe him that he won a fight anyway , even if it might help his reputation as ‚king steve‘ , he rather just skipped practice , always telling the coach he wasn‘t feeling too well , that he might caught a cold or something and rather skipped that one instead of not being able to not play for a week.

steve was just putting his books back in his locker and was shutting it when he could feel someone breathing down his neck and he cursed under his breathe as he was pinned against the locker before he could even react. „ what the heck ? if you wanna see me naked , at least buy me dinner first , hargrove. “ , he huffed quietly and he shoved him on his shoulders away or at least he tried to shove him away. he was far too close for his own liking.

      god, harrington’s attitude really isn’t helping this any. it’s just stalling the inevitable -- except, maybe .. just maybe, a part of billy’s hopeful that the other boy’s chest isn’t littered in purple bruises, because that might just end up complicating things. not even because it’s goddamn steve harrington of all people -- king steve, the asshole billy doesn’t particularly like solely because he’s always in the fucking way ever since he’d arrived in hawkins. coupled with his attitude and it’s a sure way to rile the blond up, this constant rivalry between the two surely not going to help if his fear would end up becoming reality in the end. because that’s what it is, at this point. fear. he’s scared of what he’s going to find out -- scared his suspicions might just get confirmed, because he can’t have that. 

      harrington or not, he can’t go through this shit again. because boys didn’t date other boys. it just didn’t fucking happen and if it did -- it was wrong. shunned, hell people could get killed over it. his father had made it abundantly clear what he thought of it as well, when he’d told him to pack his bags so they could leave california before billy had gotten a chance to tell .. well anyone. but not before going through one of his lessons either. by the time they had made it to hawkins he thought he was done with it. sure he always knew that chicks just .. didn’t do it for him, but the reputation he’d made for himself meant it kept neil off his back.

      at least over things like who billy goddamn likes. and now -- now there’s this guy, running around with bruises placed on the very same spot billy has them and the blond doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry or just fucking beat up the brunet, because it really feels like the world’s playing some giant cosmic joke on him right now.

            “ i said --- take off your shirt. “

      billy repeats himself, practically fuming once he’s shoved off of the other, obviously not intending to budge, nor to let the brunet go, until he does as he’s told. “ do it or i’ll fuckin’ do it for you, harrington. “ his tone doesn’t leave room to argue, so the other better do what he’s told. 

                he has to know.

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@fiercehearts​  ;;   [ bruises ]   -   for an injury to suddenly appear on my muse because your muse was injured. ( from steeeb )

he didn’t think much of it the first time it had happened. that harrington was absent from school the day after billy’s altercation with his dad back home had absolutely nothing to do with that. maybe the brunet had caught a cold ... or whatever. the blond didn’t care. it gave him some much needed reprieve anyway, instead of steve bitching at him about the bruises littering his face. he would have shrugged it off as just a consequence of another fight and that would have been it, no harm done. 

but then he started noticing things.

an oddly placed bruise, right on steve’s temple on the same side where neil had caught him during dinner last night. or the way harrington would go easy during basketball the day after billy’s had a a particularly bad fight with his dad. or sometimes skip practice alltogether. it didn’t make any sense -- it shouldn’t make any sense. just .. weird coincidences. 

one.

after another.

except the longer this went on, the weirder it got and it took another basketball practice and harrington favoring his left side for billy to corner him by the time the rest of the students had left their respective lockers and gone on their way. he has the brunet pressed against his locker in absolutely no time at all, eyes narrowed. “ lift up your shirt. “ he has to know. he has to see whether the bruises are there.

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fiercehearts​:

@rattgrove​: „ you can‘t stop me. “ FROM: NERD OUT LYRICS MEME.

                       the chiefs eyes squinted at the guy in front of him , as he let out a soft huff and rolled his eyes back. „ listen , hargrove , as much as you might think you’re the king or whatever. i know what you did to steve. i know what happened between the two of you , i’ve seen him. and believe me you’re glad he ain’t pressing charger up against you. ‘m not sure what you’re up to , but i will keep watching. so be careful. “ , he huffed. part of him wanted to see the kiddo in handcuff and let him spent a night in a cell , maybe teach him a lesson or two , but he also knew that there had to be a reason why this kid acted out , like he owned everything to his liking. „ speed again and i’ll personally bring you into a cell , kiddo. “

       this definitely isn’t how he’d planned this particular conversation to go. the blond figured if he’d brought the tough guy act up the cop would eventually back off, let him off with a warning at the very least-- which is not the case. now billy’s not sure whether the whole harrington debacle is personal or not, judging from the tone the cop’s using, but shoulders tense once it’s brought up, bravado lessening and turning into anger as hand grips the steering wheel tight enough for knuckles to turn white. “ right. ” he’s not proud of that. he’s not proud of how he’d lost control, bashing the other boy’s face in to the point of putting him out of commission for a good few days. and he doesn’t need a goddamn reminder either. especially not from some cop. chief of police. whatever.

      eyes roll at the last comment and yeah -- maybe he shouldn’t act as nonchalant as he’s acting, considering this is as good as being let off with a warning, instead of being issued a fine -- which his dad would have been fucking ecstatic about -- but it’s not as if he can help it either. still, billy tries, forcing up something of a smile as gaze lifts to eye the cop. “ would that be all ... officer? “

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*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy

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.   SOULMATE STARTER PROMPTS   .

These prompts assume that both muses are soulmates.   Send   + [reverse]    for our muses to switch places.

[ color ]   -   for my muse to suddenly see color when their meet your muse. [ sound ]   -   for my muse to suddenly hear sound when they meet your muse. [ voice ]  -   for my muse to be unable to speak until they meet your muse. [ music ]  -   for my muse to be unable to sing/hear music until they meet your muse. [ mark ]  -   for my muse to discover that your muse’s soul mark is the same as theirs. [ hide ]   -    for my muse to hide their soul mark from your muse. [ nightmare ]   -   for my muse to meet your muse in their nightmares. [ dream ]   -   for my muse to meet your muse in their dreams. [ pain ]   -   for my muse to feel a sudden pain whenever your muse gets injured. [ bruises ]   -   for an injury to suddenly appear on my muse because your muse was injured. [ bloom ]  -   for flowers to bloom on my muse where your muse was injured. [ vision ]   -   for my muse to see what your muse  is experiencing in a vision. [ tattoo ]   -   for my muse to get a tattoo/piercing that appears on your muses body. [ countdown ]   -   for a countdown on my muses wrist to reach 0 as your muse draws near. [ touch ]  -   for my muse to be able to feel everything your muse can feel. [ written ]   -   for my muse to write something on their skin that will appear on your muses body. [ drawn ]   -   for my muse to draw something on their skin that will appear on your muses body. [ first ]  -   for my muses first words to your muse to be written on their body. [ last ]   -   for my muses last words to your muse to be written on their body. [ date ]  -   for the date when our muses meet to be written on their body. [ place ]   -   for the place where our muses meet to be written on their body. [ initials ]  -   for your muses initials to be written on my muses body. [ constellation ]  -   for a constellation to appear on our muses bodies as they interact. [ immortal ]  -   for my muse to always fall back into love with your muse, an immortal being, throughout each of their lifetimes. [ file ]   -   for my muse to receive a file containing all information about your muse, their soulmate. [ string ]  -   for my muse to follow the red string wrapped around their finger to your muse. [ death ]   -   for my muse to die at the same time yours does. [ protect ]  -   for my muse to know the time and cause of your muses death, and prevent it. [ failure ]  -   for my muse to now the time and cause of your muses death, and fail to prevent it.

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billy hargrove in every scene (8/∞):

Pretty boy like you has got nothing to worry about.

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billy hargrove in every scene (30/∞)

I told you to plant your feet.

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therottenfew​:

“And why not?” She asks softly, out of pure curiosity–but there was still the choice of not speaking to her about it, she wasn’t going to force Billy to talk to her if he didn’t want to. Her slender fingers push hair behind her ears as her blue hues look over his features, her mind wandering, it should be simple, but why was it so hard for him?

@rattgrove​ asked: “ It’s not that simple “ One Through Four meme || Accepting

     " -- ‘cause it’s just not. “ he hates how defensive he gets, tone bordering on irritation, even though he knows she’s probably only trying to help. rationally, billy knows that. but he’s always been alone. he’s never had anyone to confide in, so bottling shit up, instead of talking about it has been the way to go. and that’s not going to change, no matter how much he should talk about it. “ you don’t get it. “ no one did. they’ve faced this crazy shit before, sure, but it’s not comparable to the hell he went through in any way. so really, he doesn’t get why she keeps pushing. 

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morbidmourning​:

she’s gone for a fucking day,and this is what happens when you miss school for a therapy appointment that lasts half the day itself,this was technically her first day back in school,and she could tell it was going to be one of those long days that dragged on,even more so now that she ran into macho guy still at her locker.

huffing in annoyance,she’s glad she wore her chunkier boots,she was at his level,being brave and stepping up to him face to face,green hues eyeballing him,a small smirk forming on her pouty pink lips,“if ya don’t,i might put a curse on you. i’m the residential weirdo here in hawkins,this humble little town you moved to. don’t know why the fuck anyone would want to do that,but here you are. i’m only gonna ask again nicely.’‘she finishes off with a little huff of air,saying it all in one breath and a little fast,blame the caffeine she just consumed before getting to school.

’'pretty please get away from my damn locker. you’ll be spared from getting cursed,i promise.”

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      huh. not a lot of interesting shit happens at this school, but the attitude the girl in front of him was sporting surely proved amusement enough. made billy wonder just how far he could drag this out, before the school bell rang and he would inevitably have to move away from the locker to get to his class.

      he’s can’t quite help the snort that leaves him at the threat thrown his way, because what the hell was this chick on, anyway? “ shit. a curse, really? “ obviously he doesn’t make anything of it, smug smirk that’s plastered on his face telling her he’s not going to budge, no matter what she says, nor how many times she would ask. it’s just too much fun -- provides good amusement on what seemed to start off as a rather boring day. “ you mean bad luck for ten years or some other bullshit like that? “ billy doesn’t take the threat seriously, brow perking up in interest as he leans against the lockers more, fully intending to stay, despite her asking nicely. well, sort of. “ ‘cause, c’mon, you can do better than that. “