Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol

Through Windows [Billy Hargrove x OC]

Taken from the fluff prompt "bedsharing". I have a feeling I'm not actually going to get to write any of this into a fic and I kinda want to test the waters a bit so have a thing <3

Content: Fluff, cuddling, time accurate music references, Billy being annoyed at the radio, one (1) sex joke, sleepy people

Word Count: 1,333

After getting off the phone with an unsurprisingly busy Melody, Willow realized that she would be having a quiet night alone. That was just fine with her. After cleaning off her makeup, removing her jewelry, and getting changed into something comfortable, Willow decided that she had put off reading the next chapter of The Two Towers for too long. Drawing the curtains shut, she lit some candles and put some music on, adjusting the volume; unsure if she wanted it quiet for background noise or loud enough to be the vibe she wanted. Willow settled on it being comfortably loud, as it would end up fading to the background, anyway. She pulled a blanket around herself and grabbed the book from the bedside table. The moment she opened it, she got lost in the descriptions of Middle Earth--which she had accidentally abandoned for a week or two--all over again. The music, as predicted, faded into the background as she became almost fully absorbed.

Though she was oblivious to the passage of time, her boyfriend wasn't. He wanted to get out of the house, but nothing seemed interesting enough to keep his attention. It was just his luck that he left all the cassettes in his room--and there was nothing good on the radio. He couldn't stand the sound of that one song that the stations seemed to have such a love affair with. Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! played on every station. It had to be some sort of fucking conspiracy. He chose one that sounded like the song was almost over, so he hoped. A moment of relief, a moment of not having to hear that grating and upbeat bullshit. It was over, and he sighed to himself. But too soon. Like A Virgin by Madonna started playing, and he'd had enough. A bit frustrated, he smacked the dial to turn off the radio. He should've done it earlier, but he hated driving without music. He would've preferred--what was the name of that band she showed him?--Xmal Deutschland with Willow. Even if he couldn't understand the German lyrics, his girlfriend enjoyed the music--he had to admit, it had a beat, and the way that she danced to it was enough. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, lightly pulling at his hair to fix it, trying to figure out what he should do. He realized he could just drop by Willow's. Yeah, she could use the company. He slammed on the brakes, turning to the other side of the road and speeding off.

He got to the house and knocked on the door, quickly stopping. He saw that there weren't any lights on downstairs, but the dim lighting from the second-story window told him the house wasn't empty. He climbed up and moved onto the small overhang. He tapped on the glass, assuming she'd be able to hear it over the music. He gave a somewhat annoyed sigh, tapping the window again. The first time she noticed was when there was a quiet moment in between the tracks. She thought she was hearing things at first until there was a second, much sharper tap. Placing the Queen of Spades between the pages and placing the book on the corner of the table, she got up, pulling the curtains back.

"Billy?" She hesitated, caught off-guard. "Oh, shit--" She quickly opened the window, moving the boots out of his way for a bit of room. "Hey, I'm so sorry." She offered her hand to him. "I didn't know you'd stop by tonight."

"I've been out here for five minutes. What the fuck?"

"Loud music. Couldn't hear you. And I was distracted...I wasn't exactly staring at the window, y'know." She chuckled, a bit embarrassed. Billy lightly batted her hand away, opting to less than gracefully clamber in on his own. Not that he couldn't climb, but trademark tight jeans didn't allow for the best range of motion, and he half-tripped on the windowsill, slipping. Willow caught him, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up." He saltily mumbled.

"I offered a hand." She pointed out as he shut the window behind him. After shaking off the embarrassment--not that he would admit he was; he rolled his eyes and reached behind her, leaning close. She could smell his borderline intoxicating cologne as he shut the curtain behind her. He let go, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, and lightly brushing the hair out of her face. She stretched beneath his touch, blushing faintly. "You're not mad at me or anything, are you?" She asked, trying to deflect.

"No." He replied, leaning in and kissing her. Willow, caught off-guard, blushed and kissed back. He pulled away after a moment, now with that familiar smirk. “You’re adorable, y’know that?”

“You're just saying that so I don't feel self-conscious about not having my makeup on.” She looked away. His smirk drifted into a small smile, his eyes glancing over her again

“Yeah, sweetheart, but not because of the makeup." Billy took off his jacket and tossed it onto one of the chairs. "It's because I know what I’m saying is a fact.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head--he chuckled at her reaction. She pulled the blanket off the bed so he could sit.

“So why are you here?" Willow deflected, changing the subject. "I thought you were going out on your own.”

“Do I have to have a reason?”

“I was just curious, babe. No need to get so defensive.” She tilted her head somewhat. Billy sighed, laying back, taking the opportunity to kick off his boots and make himself comfortable.

“If you have to know, I got bored. And I wanted to see you. Is that so fucking bad?” He asked, looking up at her.

“Well, you’re in here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t make me regret it.” He gave one of those half-smiles.

“As if I would ever do that.” Willow shifted slightly, sitting beside him and kissing his cheek. Smiling to himself, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Why the hell didn't he do this earlier? His hand rested on her waist, just at the edge of her hip. She hoped it wasn't too obvious that she felt flustered, still new to the whole 'relationships and affection' thing. But this was so comfortable for them both. He stretched, subtly pulling her closer.

"Do you mind if I crash here tonight?" He half-whispered, almost as if actively trying not to fall asleep. Not that he'd admit it, but he couldn't help it. The warm lights and the atmosphere just made it too comfortable.

"If you let me up so I can blow the candles out and turn the music down, yeah."

"I have a better idea. You could turn up the music and blow me instead." He yawned before starting to laugh.

"Babe, we can't fall asleep with the candles still lit." She had a soft expression, starting to get up. He pulled her back, not wanting to let go. "Sweetheart, I'll be like three seconds." Billy gave a heavy sigh and let go.

“God, you’re so fucking demanding.”

“And yet you still put up with me.” She put out the candles, lowered the volume, and grabbed the blanket that had been carelessly piled onto the corner of the bed.

“What, am I not enough to keep you warm?” He asked as she got back beside him.

“Maybe I want you to be comfortable. Ever consider that?” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle, draping the blanket over them both; wrapping her arm around him. Billy brushed the hair out of her face, kissing her again. She kissed back, relaxing at his touch. He broke the kiss, laying back somewhat--he didn’t want to crowd her.

“Try not to keep me awake.” He mumbled--sort of glad she couldn’t see the smile on his lips at that moment.

“Only if you keep me awake."

Pale Blue Light [Billy Hargrove x OC]

Taken from the fluff prompt "Early Morning". I have a feeling I'm not actually going to get to write any of this into a fic and I kinda want to test the waters a bit so have a thing <3

Content: Fluff, cuddling, affectionately calling each other bitch/bastard, time accurate music references Word Count: 548

The last that either of them had bothered to check the time, it was nearly two in the morning, but they had lost track after that--it was much closer to six. Earlier in the night, assuming they would get tired and fall asleep, they had blown out the candles and got into bed. They were wrong; both still awake--but unmoving, lying comfortably in each other’s arms. Billy hadn’t exactly intended to stay the night, but he didn’t see the point of having to walk the last block or two home--so his car didn’t wake anyone. To chance sneaking in, crawl through his window, and risk breaking his stereo--only to fall asleep on an uncomfortable ass bed that was too small for him. He didn't see the point of all that bullshit when he had a girlfriend who was more than happy for him to stay. And to keep him warm, with how cold her room was--whether this was some kind of strategic play on her part to keep him close or not wasn’t clear, but he didn’t exactly mind. Beneath the dark blankets, Willow laid on her side, leaning into Billy and resting her head on his shoulder. He had his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him, the other tucked under his head. They had put their mixtape on at some point before getting too comfortable to move; Night Lights by Scorpions softly played in the background. Billy’s hand lightly trailed along her side, resting on the edge of her hip. She shifted slightly, draping her arm over his stomach. He smiled to himself and kissed the top of her head. Her hair smelled like lavender--and cinnamon, he realized: it had been that new soap she was trying. She sighed, genuinely feeling relaxed. To her, the moment couldn’t get any better. She turned her head somewhat, lightly kissing his jaw. He glanced down, a bit caught off-guard.

“Baby, I thought you were asleep.”

“I’m not tired.” She murmured, turning her head to look at him with a small smile. The pale blue light of the dawn had begun to bleed into the room, slowly revealing his face.

“Right. Because that’s what you-not-being-tired sounds like.”

“Exactly. Glad you can keep up.” Willow chuckled. He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled against her skin with a low tone. She had always been straightforward about her weird sleep schedule--but, at the time, he honestly thought she was exaggerating. “You’ve gotta get some sleep.”

“I’ll sleep when you sleep. You need it, too.” She pointed out with a small yawn as she shifted her head slightly to get comfortable again. He sighed in annoyance--knowing that if he pushed, he wouldn't win that argument.

“Fine. Only because you’re being a stubborn bitch. You’re lucky I love you.” She couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled a bit more, pulling her a little closer.

“I know I'm lucky. And I love you too, my stubborn bastard.” She placed a sleepy kiss on his collarbone, attempting to stay awake one last time before falling asleep. Billy relaxed a bit more, pulling the blanket up more to cover her before realizing how tired he was--or maybe he was finally comfortable enough. He practically passed out the moment he closed his eyes.

Jamie McCoy

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Eddie Munson

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Cashier at Raven Rock, a record store

Hobbies/talents: Bass, Dungeons & Dragons

Birthday: January 27th, 1967

Zodiac: Aquarius

Nationality: American

Music taste: Iron Maiden, W.A.S.P., Queensrÿche, Black Sabbath

Likes: Sour things--especially lemon, motorcycle rides in the dark, red, coffee, the feeling of denim, grapes, spiders, orchids

Dislikes: Wearing loose clothing, humidity, light blue, the feeling of velvet, snakes

Physical Description:

Hair: Blonde, fluffy/frizzy, about shoulder length

Eyes: Blue-green

Height: 5'7

Fandom Specifics:

Origin: Her family moved to Hawkins from New York City when she was about 8. The way Jamie tells it, "it was like one of them threw a dart blindfolded and said 'what the fuck? let's go there'". She found a couple of nerdy friends pretty quickly, and kept to them. She was held back freshman year due to a serious case of pneumonia that kept her out of school for about three months, and set her back too far--and in her defense, nobody really wants to do work when they're sick. She is jokingly referred to as 'the second oldest member of The Hellfire Club' because of it, graduating in 1985.

Astrid

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: David

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Occupation: None

Hobbies/talents: Reading, astronomy, chess

Birthday: January 5th, 1935 [25 when turned in 1963]

Zodiac: Capricorn

Nationality: British

Music taste: The Cure, The Beatles, David Bowie, The Doors

Likes: Stargazing, spending time in her library, the smell of old books, mahogany, teakwood, irises

Dislikes: Playing the violin, the sound of car horns, writing

Physical Description:

Hair: Light brown, usually tied back, mid-back length

Eyes: Dark grey

Height: 5'8

Fandom Specifics:

Species: Vampire

Origin: She always loved to read. It didn't always matter what it was, but it was something she was passionate about. When she lived in England she attended the University of Cambridge, majoring in literature. The pressure of the course--and needing to constantly write--got to her. In 1961, she left and decided travelling might be a better use of her time. Astrid, while in New York City, met two girls from California she befriended: Vale and Magnolia. They turned out to be vampires; she was delighted at the idea of being immortal and being able to do things on her own time. She fell into the role of 'leader' due to the relaxed and rather carefree nature of the other two. They met their last friend, Rue, while traveling in Louisiana several months later. The four eventually settled into Santa Carla in 1977.

Rue

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Dwayne

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: None

Hobbies/talents: Gardening, floriography

Birthday: May 15th, 1940 [23 when turned in 1963]

Zodiac: Taurus

Nationality: American

Music taste: Fleetwood Mac, Eagles, Blue Öyster Cult, Pink Floyd

Likes: The feel of light and flowy fabrics, the taste of chamomile, the smell of hyacinths, tarot, thunderstorms

Dislikes: Being asked to pick a favorite flower, the cold, drinking coffee bitter, the way metal sounds when it scrapes

Physical Description:

Hair: Blonde, braided with flowers entwined, waist length

Eyes: Dark brown

Height: 5'6

Fandom Specifics:

Species: Vampire

Origin: There were issues at home that she really could no longer deal with: a husband who didn't love her anymore, the constant invasive questions about 'when they were going to have children', and everything else that she didn't care about. In the dead of night, she left Seattle to go live with a friend in New Orleans. She knew it was stupid to leave without calling her friend, but the thought never crossed her mind. She was desperate, she didn't care if she had to walk or hitchhike or anything. It was during the first night she crossed the border into Louisiana that she met the three vampire friends that took her in. The four eventually settled into Santa Carla in 1977.

Magnolia

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Paul

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: None

Hobbies/talents: playing guitar

Birthday: August 7th, 1936 [21 when turned in 1957]

Zodiac: Leo

Nationality: American

Music taste: Scorpions, Ratt, Van Halen, Quiet Riot

Likes: Laying around in the dark and listening to music, gardenias, the feel of leather and metal, long rides around the cliffs, the rain, strawberries

Dislikes: Very small spaces, taste of grapes, the soft static from radios, the way loose clothing tends to drag when she wears it, being startled by thunderstorms

Physical Description:

Hair: Red, curly mullet, a bit below shoulder length

Eyes: Light blue

Height: 5'8

Fandom Specifics:

Species: Vampire

Origin: She moved to Santa Carla from New York with her family when she was about 12 and had been best friends with Vale ever since. Despite the pressure from her family, Magnolia wasn't resigning her fate to just settle down because that was what expected. When Vale had confessed to her about being a vampire, she willingly turned with her. They mutually decided to take their hobbies more seriously and travel--hers was going to concerts and learning new songs--until she met Rue and Astrid. The four eventually settled into Santa Carla in 1977.

Vale

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Marko

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: none

Hobbies/talents: Art

Birthday: March 10th, 1935 [22 when turned in 1957]

Zodiac: Pisces

Nationality: American

Music taste: Siouxsie and the Banshees, Echo and the Bunnymen, Bauhaus, Joy Division

Likes: Black, dried roses, sketching, the smell of ink, the feeling of lace, leather

Dislikes: Pastels, working with paint, vanilla

Physical Description:

Hair: Black, teased up, shoulder length

Eyes: Dark green

Height: 5'5

Fandom Specifics:

Species: Vampire

Origin: She had lived in Santa Carla without a sense of community all her life. She--along with her best friend, Magnolia--was turned by the Widow Johnson. She had decided to travel around with her new abilities and sense of adventure, wanting to capture as much as she could into her sketchbooks, as many as she could fill, over the years until she met Rue and Astrid. The four eventually settled into Santa Carla in 1977.

Scott Morgan

Pronouns: He/him

Shipped with: Nancy Wheeler [Ex], Gareth Emerson [Current]

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Mechanic [part time]

Hobbies/talents: Working on cars, playing the drums

Birthday: November 9th, 1968

Zodiac: Scorpio

Nationality: American

Music taste: Mötley Crüe, Van Halen, Metallica, Def Leppard

Likes: The taste of orange, making and gifting mixtapes, long drives at random times of day

Dislikes: The cold and snow in general, the taste of mint, tea

Physical Description:

Hair: Dark brown, somewhat fluffy and always tied with a folded bandanna, shoulder length

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6'2

Fandom Specifics:

Origin: Moved from Carolina Beach to Hawkins several years prior to the disappearance of Will Byers. He managed to integrate and feel at home in the town just fine and was extremely close to Jonathan and his family, who supported Scott when his and Willow's mother died.

Melody Parker

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Steve Harrington

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Seamstress

Hobbies/talents: Dancing, drawing, creating things

Birthday: September 17th, 1967

Zodiac: Virgo

Nationality: American

Music taste: Fleetwood Mac, ABBA, Duran Duran, Journey

Likes: Cherry, dark blue, wisteria, honeysuckle, the way chiffon looks

Dislikes: Elevators and small spaces, working with chiffon, pistachio

Physical Description:

Hair: Reddish-brown, half curls, elbow length

Eyes: Grey

Height: 5'5

Fandom Specifics:

Origin: Born in Hawkins, taking the summer of '85 off before going to work for her mother's clothing design company.

Willow Morgan

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Billy Hargrove

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Gardening [part time]

Hobbies/talents: Gardening, guitar, reading

Birthday: April 14th, 1967

Zodiac: Aries

Nationality: American

Music taste: Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Cure, Hanoi Rocks, Scorpions

Likes: Black, the genres of horror and fantasy, lavender, autumn, the stars

Dislikes: Crowded and loud places, summer, the taste of orange, being outside in the rain

Physical Description:

Hair: Black, wavy and sometimes teased up, below shoulder length

Eyes: Light blue, always with eyeliner

Height: 5'9

Fandom Specifics:

Origin: Moved from Carolina Beach to Hawkins several years prior to the disappearance of Will Byers. She kept mostly to herself and had a hard time with the move. She did have Melody as a friend, who supported Willow when her and Scott's mother died. She never interacted with more than her limited group until she met Billy.

Anthony Baker

Pronouns: He/him

Shipped with: Edith Cushing

Sexuality: Bi-curious

Occupation: Entrepreneur

Hobbies/talents: Sketching, reading

Birthday: September 26th, 1872

Zodiac: Libra

Nationality: American

Likes: Listening to other people talk, handwriting, the smell of books, cherries, yellow

Dislikes: Being the center of attention, blueberries, purple

Physical Description:

Hair: Red, short

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6'3

Fandom Specifics:

Origin: A man who runs an investment company in Buffalo

Cordelia Baker

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Sir Thomas Sharpe

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: None

Hobbies/talents: Violin, baking, floriography

Birthday: February 18th, 1875

Zodiac: Pisces

Nationality: American

Likes: Stargazing, reading, the balance of warmth and cold, coffee, dahlias

Dislikes: Overly bitter things, lemon, the ocean, moths

Physical Description:

Hair: Red, somewhat wavy, usually kept in a loose braid

Eyes: Dark cyan

Height: 5'8

Fandom Specifics:

Origin: A woman from Buffalo with a talent of being in the right place at the right time

Victoria Holly

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Dr. Robert Laing

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Journalist

Hobbies/talents: Writing, dancing

Birthday: May 23rd, 1951 [24 in 1975]

Zodiac: Gemini

Nationality: British

Likes: Candlelight, the taste of wine, pomegranate, the smell of vanilla, the feeling of silk

Dislikes: Minimalism, a space using only neutral colors, blueberries

Physical Description:

Hair: Red, mostly straight, mid-back length, usually down or tied back in a simple ponytail

Eyes: Light green

Height: 5'8

Fandom Specifics:

Floor number: 25

Origin: A woman who moved around frequently with little luck in fitting until the high-rise.

Cora

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Peter Quill

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Guardian of the Galaxy

Hobbies/talents: Singing, listening to music, dancing

Birthday: March 5th

Zodiac: Pisces

Nationality: Vizet [from Vizetera]

Likes: Travelling to new places and learning about other cultures, flowers, hot drinks (tea, hot chocolate), stories, blue

Dislikes: The cold, total isolation, yellow [she can't see the color], the feeling of metal

Physical Description:

Hair: Black, straight, elbow length, almost always down

Eyes: Dark blue

Height: 5'6

Fandom Specifics:

Powers: Hydrokinesis, apnea

Acquired by: Genetics, as a majority of people on that planet have these abilities

Origin: Exiled from her city, she lived in the woods for several years until a stranger crashed near her home.

Evony von Jäger

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Bucky Barnes

Sexuality: Demisexual

Occupation: Avenger

Hobbies/talents: Gardening, baking, dancing

Birthday: November 19th, 1920

Zodiac: Scorpio

Nationality: German

Likes: Slow dancing at midnight, magnolias, lisianthus, coffee, warmth from a fireplace

Dislikes: Being outside in the winter, bitter tastes, small spaces

Physical Description:

Hair: Long, blonde, wavy from the pinned braids

Eyes: Dark blue

Height: 5'9

Fandom Specifics:

Powers: Enhanced strength and agility

Acquired by: Super-soldier serum, the same circumstances as Bucky

Origin: A woman who broke away from her family and Hydra, trying to do the right thing

Alva

Pronouns: She/her

Shipped with: Volstagg

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Baker

Hobbies/talents: Baking, experimenting with new recipes, dancing

Birthday: October 5th

Zodiac: Libra

Nationality: Asgardian

Likes: Gold, theater, citrus, the balance of sweet and bitter

Dislikes: Overly bitter tastes, the cold, the smell of sandalwood

Physical Description:

Hair: Short, brown, straight

Eyes: Brown

Height 5'8

Fandom Specifics:

Powers: None

Origin: A compassionate woman that runs one of the most prominent bakeries in the realm, constantly experimenting with different recipes and accidentally creating some of the finest Asgardian desserts