#hargroeve

[flawedlouise]

Settled on her bike, the first mouthful of deep dish pepperoni had barely made it down Lou's throat when the roar of an engine tore through the silence. The road was desolate, flanked by trees and vacant farmland, and the illumination stretched barely a few yards ahead and behind her but even in pitch black, it would have been clear the car was travelling significantly over the speed limit. "Motherfucker..." She discarded the pizza and kick-started the Triumph to give chase, beaming the blue and red lights and throwing on her helmet with coordination she was sure she couldn't replicate.

She need not have bothered, with the car pulling onto the shoulder after half a mile. Any plan to be cautious in her approach was soon forgotten as she admired the ride - Chevy Camaro, at least not a car she had seen in Hawkins before and she had to suppress a sigh as her gaze fell on the California plates. Fuckin' detective material, Lou. Approaching the driver's side, she tore her gaze from the car and canted her head to view the driver. Young-ish male, unsurprisingly a new face. “”Where are you headin’ in such a hurry?”

@hargroeve​

[hawkinsbitch]

𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 - @hargroeve​

“ ding ding ding. ”

[c0kehead]

@hargroeve​

BILLY HARGROVE certainly was never on Tate’s radar ; He knew who he was , of course , because back in their home of Westfield , Los Angeles , everyone did . It was only by some extremely marginal twist of fate that one after the other , only a year apart , they ended up in the same little podunk town of Hawkins , Indiana . And being familiar faces in a sea of strangers who all grew up together , they gravitated towards one another like magnets . And what was even stranger was they got along pretty well --- Something that Tate never would have imagined in a million years .

“ I’m sorry ,”  Tate stated as he yanked open the passenger seat of Billy’s Camaro .  “ Sorry . I can’t leave the fucking house without my mom being --- ”  he flung his hand out ; A million words came to mind but none of them seemed to have the impact that he wanted . He buckled himself in and swallowed the rest of his thought with a simple shake of the head . The huffed out , rubbing his hand up and down his face .  “ Parents ...”

Tate wasn’t really a mall kind of guy but considering the short list of entertainment that Hawkins had to offer , he was willing to check the place out . He didn’t have any money , but it gave him an excuse to go out . Have some fun .  “ Didn’t mean to leave you sitting out here that long , I promise .”

[ttotallytubular-moved]

can you believe that you liked this post a long time ago and only now am i doing the starter? | @hargroeve​

Why did the long-awaited day of science camp never arrive? Its summer was too monotonous, Dustin needed something to happen to get him out of his tedious routine. One of the highlights of his day was when he went to the pool, he would typically be spending the afternoon with his friends, but those - except Will - were too busy with their respective girlfriends. "Shit. It doesn't even have sun today." He complained as soon as he arrived at the city's public swimming pool. What would he do for the rest of his day? "

[digdugg]

@hargroeve​ bc I can.

Gently she smacked his hand. “No, no, no, don’t eat those, not unless you wanna, ya know, die a horrible death in the bathroom.” What was she thinking, bringing these goddamn laxative cookies home? Mrs. Holloway sure knew how to make a semi-poisonous cookie look good. She wasn’t even sure if she was going to let Neil eat them, she just had brought them home. Honestly she was torn between letting the bastard eat them and spend the rest of his evening on the toilet or tossing them into the garbage. She also realized the smell would probably be horrible like who would wanna smell Neil’s diarrhea? Certainly not her. She also considered the fact he’d get horribly angry and would likely take his anger out on someone, likely Billy even though it wasn’t his fault at all. God why did this have to be so hard?

[lovsself-byebye]

                   “    Daddy    !    ”

                                                                                                                      @hargroeve​ ♥’d for a canon line !

[vadakaspbrak]

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

SHE GIGGLES, ALREADY A BIT TIPSY, just leaning into billy while someone else calls her billy’s girlfriend. IT’S FUNNY, funny first of because she could be anything but. CRAMPS HER STYLE, she flips her hair back. GENUINE reaction. then, she turns to look at billy just to gauge the possibly reaction. VADA’S LEARNED that sometimes the fun part of situations is how billy decides to react. it doesn’t take long before she turns to this guy, whoever he is. SHE WOULDN’T KNOW. she leans up a little, hand tapping the other’s shoulder as she spoke.

“ no, no, you got it twisted, we’re just...friends.” head tilts, raven hair flows with the movement. even calling him a friend is PUSHING IT, she doesn’t care “ right billy? ”

❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  // @hargroeve​.

[starcourtscream]

♡ hargroeve‌ / BILLY.

“more colorful than dancing naked in the woods? no,” absolutely. “no. i don’t think anyone could top that.” no truthful rumors had followed him here from his old school, which he supposes is fortunate enough given the scandalous nature they held. unsurprising to anyone who knew him, but then – no one really knew him at all. lydia seemed as good a person as any to assist in climbing that social ladder. if his loud entrance and brash, spit-fire personality wouldn’t do the trick. he’s never had any issue in the past, knows the advantages and disadvantages of popularity – generally succeeds in avoiding the latter. perks only. he leans closer, slamming his locker door shut. “you wanna make that last one fact over rumor, my friday night’s just freed up. i hear it’s supposed to be warm.”

       ❛   i   didn’t   think   so.   but   honestly   ?   it’s   almost   fun   letting   them   figure   out   which   ones   are   fictitious,   ❜  she   adds   with   an   almost   coquettish   smile.   99%   of   them   are,   but   lydia’s   charm   veils   a   different   set   of   issues   they  could   never   envisage.   this   must   be   what   celebrity   status   feels   like,   but   she   takes   it   all   in   stride   when   her   party   girl   privilege   makes   getting   what   she   wants   a   cake   walk.   surprise   parts   lush   lips   momentarily   at   billy’s   insinuation,   but   she   has  to   admire   his   audacity   &   she’s   tempted.  she   isn’t   even   close   to   as   fruity  as   they   whisper,   but   lydia   martin   knows   how   to   have   a   little   fun.   she'll   definitely   make   that   work.   ❛  friday   ?   hmmm ...   ❜   she   tilts  her   head,   pretending   to   decide   with   a   fiery   glimmer   in   myrtle   eyes.   why   not   ?   he’s   every   inch   her   type,   and   she   can’t   find   any   sense    in    wasting   time   by   playing   games   —   while   it's   typical   of   lydia,   she   has   a   feeling   she's   going   to   wish   she'd   taken   her   chance.    ❛  i   think   i’d   have   to   be   really   insane   to   pass   up   an   offer   like   that,   wouldn't   i   ?   ❜

[eternallybellamy]

closed starter for @crackedcomb !

Run. Don't look back. Don't get caught. Those were the words that ran through Quake's Skye's mind during her first days of freedom. In the beginning she was always looking over her shoulder, expecting the men in suits and sunglasses to be two steps behind her. Especially when she accidentally sent that car careening into the oncoming lane of traffic. But as the days wore on and she became another face in the crowd, she began to breathe easier. Take back the life that had been stolen from her. She bears the scars they gave her, both on her skin and beneath it, the ones that run too deep to see. She has nights when she wakes up screaming and the whole room is shaking. Days when she feels the power thrumming through her, wanting to be let out, to be given voice. She curls into herself and grits her teeth, bruises blooming on her arms as she denies what they did to her. There are good days too, when she slips a hand into a pocket and pulls out a wallet fat with cash. When she goes to bed with a full stomach and wakes up without a headache pounding behind her eyes. She has a bag full of her things, clothes she bought, a book or two she stole from a library. What does she want? Revenge, obviously. But she's not powerful enough for that. Not yet. Does she even want to be? She used to be normal, but they made her into this...this weapon. This thing. And now she's trying to find something close to normal. She's long given up on that. It's nearing dawn as she treks through some woods. There's a town beyond them, a smudge on the map, and Skye thinks maybe this is a good place to settle and get her feet under her. Something draws her to it, so that has to be good, right? Right. She's thinking that right as she steps into a trap. The ropes are around her before she knows what's happening. She's launched upward, dangling from a tree too many feet off the ground. Skye swears to herself before fear steals over her, cold and sharp in her veins. It's them. They've finally caught up to her. They've finally done it. And now they've trapped her like some animal. Skye lets her power go then, desperate. But all it does it hurt, and she screams in pain and frustration. She'll never forgive herself if this is the way she's caught. Absolutely ridiculous.

[madzoomer]

        @hargroeve​ SENT:    ❝ if they do it again, you tell me. ❞         [  CARING  SENTENCE   STARTERS   /   ACCEPTING.   ]

              small hands irritably rub at her eyes, puffy and dry from the salty tears she had to suck up before billy saw it.  he  can’t  be  an  idiot  though,  it’s  obvious  she’s  been  crying.   max  is  left  confused  however,  wondering  why  he  cares  but  something  else  makes  her  wonder  harder...  if  she  told  him,  what  EXACTLY  would  he  do?   she  won’t  tell  him,  because  yeah,  the  jerk  who  hurt  her  deserves  some  kind  of  payback  but  she’s  afraid  he  might  find  himself  in  a  graveyard  before  thirteen  years  old.  okay,  thirteen  is  a  LIE.  the  boy  she  thought  was  her  boyfriend  for  the  past  week  is  actually  in  the  7th  grade  but  ONLY  because  he  got  held  back.  he’s  a  fourteen  year  old  going  on  fifteen  by  the  end  of  the  school  year.  but  still--  she  doesn’t  want  anyone  to  get  killed.  even  IF  said  boy  said  she  wasn’t  ‘girly  enough’  and  LAUGHED  in  her  face  when  he  called  her  more  horrible  names  in  front  of  all  his  jerk  friends.   he  basically  just  used  her  and  made  her  think  he’d  actually  date  a  girl  way  younger.  “why?  what  would  you  do?”  swallowing  the  nervousness  away,  curiosity  getting  the  best  of  her,  “if--  if  the  person  is  a  girl?  how  can  you  do  anything  if  it’s  just  a  girl  being  catty  to  me.  not  that  you  need  to  anyway.  i  mean,  plenty  of  girls  my  age  are  like  that.  pretending  to  be  your  friend  but  ditching  you  for  a  new  one  the  next  day.”  covering  it  up,  CAN’T  let  him  know  any  sign  of  the  person’s  gender.

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for hargroeve : @hargroeve its your turn!! this billy is hilarious when responding to crackedcomb and i love billys interactions. its so interesting to see billys varying attitudes towards different muses and i love seeing this blog online. i havent had the chance to write with them yet, or reach out oops, but i cant wait to see more of them on my dash!

[theirlamentarchivedblog]

( 📺 : carol : @hargroeve​ )

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She couldn't keep her eyes off of him and he hadn't even said a single word to her. Billy Hargrove didn't seem like he cared much for any of the high school girls - herself included - always walking right past them as though they didn't exist. And that was something that Carol didn't deal well with. Just being plain ignored was almost worse than flat out rejection in her opinion. 

Finally, she made the decision that she was going to just seek him out. If any interaction was going to happen between the two of them she realized she would have to be the one to initiate it. Freshly broken up with Tommy - for the second time that month - she was just looking for a good time. And who better to give it to than the guy that everyone she knew lusted after.

Leaning up against his car to make sure that he couldn't walk right on past her like he had many times before, she waited for him and tried not to lose her nerve.

He sure took his sweet time getting out that school too. And it was cold. What the hell was he doing in there anyway? Or who? "I was just admiring your car. And thinking about how it would be nice and warm if inside. What does a girl have to do to get a ride in it?" Everything that came out of Carol’s mouth was suggestive and she felt no shame. Why should she? If she wanted something she was used to getting it.

[sicarea]

☣.•°* 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄┆ “  liked

❛   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?  ❜    ——-   she asks while taking the helmet off and running her hand through tangled strands of chocolate hair    ❛     i saw her a while ago   ❜     Chayo informs;    the engine stops roaring and she jumps off her bike    ❛    i think she was with a few friends,   can’t say for sure,   i’m new around here after all,   but i recognized her     ❜      she adds     ❛      i saw her buying ice cream at the starcourt mall    ❜    

[digdugg]

@hargroeve​

Max pointed at herself as she furrowed her brows. “Me? Eat the last ice cream bar? Nooo, totally wasn’t me. It was El, she was just really hungry.” It was all a lie, she really had eaten the last ice cream bar. Oops.

[southsidelover]

New schools, old faces. Walking through on school grounds with kids that seemed disturbed with their simple presence; and perhaps its because they walk in together in filed form, Toni’s hands slotted into leather jacket pockets, a sly smile cast to the side as her eyes meet with Billy’s own. “FEELING NERVOUS?” a teasing jibe, meant to draw some form of a grin along his lips, despite all doubts... maybe in truth they all are, having been yanked from the Southside and transplanted into Riverdale High, none of this, honestly, makes sense the way they’re used to and, everything here feels pristine and so unlike their old surroundings.

Students stop and gape at them, they MOVE ALONG QUICKLY, once their eyes meet. How fun, she thinks, to be born again pariahs of the North side of town, though, how’s this different than most encounters with those who feel themselves neighbourly except to the poor that inhabit their own city? Fingers in her jacket just turning a lighter, over and over, nervous habits as they’re stopped in front of a table to find their school schedules and all the more, incidents glancing off with cheerleaders and football bro-skis both, ending, with heated words on her part and theirs over fists, though it takes a few hands to hold her back.

In the end she’s managed to stake out a locker and Billy’s there too, a glance offered up as she puts on a winning grin that’s streaked with sarcastic energy. “Big day, buddy! Let me guess... you got homeroom with the HOT TEACHER you’ve been scoping since we got here. Please tell me you’re not gonna put any moves on her. You never know how these Northside women are gonna react to your whole, put-the-moves-on-teach thing.”

@hargroeve​ // billy hargrove

[vadakaspbrak]

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