#he was trying so hard to give neil a future and neil is telling him now it wont happen

[altruistic-meme]

reread the line "you should have been court." and am once again hating how people portray Kevin.

#i love him sm #he actually genuinely cares so much about neil #people say he tells him to rein and yes that too but this #this line #he was trying so hard to give neil a future and neil is telling him now it wont happen #by next year neil will be dead #and kevin is grieving him already #aftg #kevin day #shh ac

[rookiesbookies]

Captain John MacTavish x His wife x Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

I dont know how it would happen but i'm imagining sweet little Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish meeting Captain MacTavish and his wife. I guess this is me rewriting what happened bc Im made we’ll probably never see Neil as his boy again. 

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Smut smut smut under the cut for my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller of my John and his wife meet sweet little Johnny au thing.

Also @glitterypirateduck this one is for you and #soapitup

“Bhean,” he whispers loudly, following it with squirrel noises, motioning for her to follow. She walks out of the recreational room. He nuzzled bis face into her neck, letting her know he was nervous about what he was going to say. “I'm getting serious deja vu.”

“Talk to me, Goose.” A shameless quote of their favorite date night movie from when they dated made his nervous face crack a smile.

“I have this crazy memory,” he mumbled into her neck, she always worried he’d hurt himself craning it down like that so often.

“What about, don’t leave me on cliff hangers, Mr. MacTavish.”

“Do you remember our first time together?”

“Skiing or fucking? Because I remember both very well.” He chuckled at her bringing up his failed skiing attempts from a vacation they went on.

“Making love, Bonnie.” He hummed, “would you believe me if I told ya it’s because I had done it before?”

“Considering baby you told me he’d call me mommy? Yes. Yes, I would.” She hummed. “You also found my clit really fast which makes that really reasonable in retrospect.”

“What if, like my future self taught me at that stage, we teach him how to make love to you so he can charm you with the monster.” It came out more as a question, making his nerves hammer against his chest. He was more than sure he beloved wife would say yes, but he didn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable or saying it wrong. 

“He does really want to impress me,” she mumbled. “Fine. But there’s ground rules.”

“Of course, Mo chridhe, anything.”

“Just the tip, you know how I am about hygiene. I don’t fully try young you to keep everything clean. He swears to secrecy and if I ever think for a second he mentions this im ending his blood line. And you stay with us. You are my husband after all, not the boy.” The Captain nodded with every word. He’d make sure. He knew the Sergeant would want no harm to come to his future wife, and the Captain didn’t need a scorched relationship.

“Thank you, Mo leannan, it’s what helped me keep up hope I could lock you down when I met you when I was his age.”

“So it was a memory and more than deja vu?” She asked with a raised brow.

The Captain just simply nodded, planting a kiss on her temple, “you’d tell me if you wanted to back out right? If it made you uncomfortable?”

“John.” She was serious, she never called him just ‘John’. “I expect the same from you. And you’d know I’d never keep that from you.”

She reached up to his face and gently rubbed it. He melted just a little bit into her touch. “I assume you don’t plan to do this on base?”

“No, but that’s the hard part.” “I’ll handle it, go tell the mini you,” she said softly, planting a kiss before walking away.

The Captain sighed and let his shoulders relax, he knew he was so lucky to have her. The sergeant was about to be the lucky one though.

He made his way down the hall and stole his past self from a conversation with Gaz. “My wife and I have decided to give you an opportunity to learn more about her.” He said in a low deep voice. “I will be teaching you about her body so you can please her but there are ground rules she set and a few of my own.” Once he covered his wife’s, he got on to his own, “do not bite her, dig your nails into her, or ignore me if I tell you to do something. No coming inside either and don’t try anything.” Sergeant Soap nodded along, “I’m not sure you’re actually listening, sergeant.” The Captain growled. Soap’s eyes went wide, “Captain me, sir, I prayed last night for an opportunity to feel her skin, honestly I was just expecting to be allowed to shake her hand.” The younger Soap grumbled, “believe me, I’m all ears.” “And none of that ‘I have a latex allergy so I can’t wear condoms’ crap. I know we don’t have that allergy. You will be wearing one.” “You’re so no’ fun,” Soap mumbled. “Fine.”

The Captain didn’t entirely know how he felt about the kid creaming his wife. Sure, it was him, but it was a younger, rowdier, dumber him and not his same body. Getting married meant he was the only one allowed to cream pie his wife, and yes, it is a version of him, it wouldn’t be the same as him doing it. Even if his wife is on birth control and enjoys them, he knows he’d get jealous, way too jealous. Besides it’s his job anyway, he signed a paper to be able to do it, and this kid version gets to just randomly do it.

“So when do I get to show mo bhean how a younger body is better to make love with?” Sergeant asked, patting his older self on the back. This made the Captain flip until the voice of an angel spoke up.

“Ya mean when you meet yer own damn wife. Ya wee-” the Captain’s rage was cut off. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be there ahead of schedule to prepare, my husband will drive you.” She said, walking past the two with effortless grace and a sway of her hips. She flicked a piece of hair back over her shoulder. 

The next 24 hours were full of different forms of tension for younger Soap. He was eager, so eager, almost too eager in the Captain’s eye. The Captain’s raging jealousy made him almost want to shut down the whole thing. 

When he loaded the sergeant and himself into the old truck he sighed. “Remember the rules?” “Of course.”

“Can’t believe you still own this truck.” “She’s carried me through a lot.” “When you meet YOUR wife, she’ll appreciate it. Square bodies are her favorites.”

The rest of the drive was small talk. The sergeant saw a notification appear on the Captain’s phone and snatched it up, since the captain was driving. He back read the short conversation from this morning between the Captain and his wife, who had been the notification. ‘Mo chridhe you better not warm yourself up on that clarty vibrator’

‘You expect him to be able to get me warmed up enough?’

‘Its a teaching experience, mo leannan’

‘I don’t want to make him wait too long, I remember how impatient you were <3’

“Does she think ima div?” Soap looked at the Captain and asked. “Reading my personal texts? Real professional, ya eejit.”

“Does she think I can’t make her feel good? Or make her feel like she’s on Eccie?”

“No, she just doesn’t want you to wait too long. She does this. I bought it for her first time I left on a long mission, now she uses it to take away the fun part of getting her warmed up.”

“So she thinks I'm a fandan.”

“Dinnae fash yersel.” The Captain sighed, “we’re here and the least ya can do is make her feel good as a thank you.”

When he dragged his younger self into the hotel room, it finally set in that he was going to be cucked. By a younger him. Fucking his wife.

He knocked on the door twice and it kind of felt like his wedding night all over again. There she stood in a silk robe, eyes only on him with a gentle and soft smile. It's a smile she only gave when she was nervous, he gave a similar smile back to let her know he felt the same. It was subtle, but he reminded him this was indeed his beautiful wife.

“Go strip in the bathroom and sit down in the chair when you’re done, we need to talk.” The Captain said sharply. 

“Aye aye Captain,” the sergeant mumbled, walking into the bathroom. 

The Captain’s hands immediately found his way to his wife’s hips. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, holding her close with his mouth near her ear between kisses he placed in her hair.

“Of course,” she said softly into his chest.

“Do you need to back out? We can leave and forget all about this if you need.”

“Do you need me to want to back out?” She asked soft, turning her head to look up into his eyes.

“No, I don’t think so, mo bonnie lass.” He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Give me a safeword to give him and a safeword for emergencies.”

“Two levels of safe words?” 

“Just in case I don’t hear the first one, he’s kinda loud.” She giggled and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Bubbles for him and Soap for emergencies.”

“My old callsign?”

“I never call you anyway,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Can I undress you and keep that privilege to myself?” All he needed was the little nod she gave before he moved to untie the robe. 

The lace blue bra she had been taunting him with with the matching panties drove him crazy. She ran her hands up and around his chest as his opened the clasp with one motion and undid the hooks holding the straps over her shoulders so she didn't have to remove her hands from his torso.

He sunk down lower as he planted sloppy kisses down her body and removed her underwear. Lovely pacing a kiss at her lower lips before trailing bite marks backup as the Sergeant exited the bathroom.

“I thought you said I couldn’t bite!” He accused as he watched the Captain leave a hickey on his wife’s chest.

“YOU can’t, I can.” This made the younger Soap look offended. The Captain smirked at the Sergeant’s face. “My wife, remember. Not yours.”

His wife just ran her fingers through his slightly grown out mohawk, a means to sooth him. 

Captain MacTavish moved to his wife’s ear and whispered softly, “may I told yer hand through this, mo ghraidh?”

“Gu sìorraidh is gu bràth,” she said back, pointing to the tattoo on her collarbone. When Soap heard it he almost fainted.

“She knows the language?” Sergeant Johnny asked.

The Captain hummed, pulling his mouth away from the dark hickey he was leaving on her neck, “learned a little bit for me.”

The Captain gave his younger self a once over before landing a sarcastic remark as his eyes landed on the bush, “glad to know you haven’t started shaving yet.”

“You trim?”

“Occasionally,” the Captain pulled his waistband down a bit, nuzzling into his wife, “I wax for special occasions. Yer lucky I found one who doesn’t care.”

The Captain locked his fingers with his wife’s, gently herding her to the bed. He laid her down gently and got her into a good position, shoving a few of the lousy pillows under her waist to offer a better angle.

“How are you?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Ready as I can be,” she said with a soft giggle, as he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sergeant, come here.” The Captain commanded, pointing at the foot of the bed, his wife couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she dropped her hand over her face. The Captain moved his wife’s knees apart with his free hand, the other still lovingly holding her’s. Johnny got on his own knees as John commanded him as he spread his wife’s pussy lips apart with his fingers. “Ya see that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” John corrected Johnny. He basically gave his younger self a tour of his wife’s softest pieces. Telling Johnny her favorite things that he does and what she reacts best to. Johnny was so enthralled with her body he could move his eyes anywhere else. Especially when John put his fingers inside and curled them suddenly making her gasp so Johnny knew how far in her g spot was. The way her body jolted and softly raised as the gasp left her lips was his new favorite thing. He was so jealous he didn’t have her yet. That she wasn’t his wife yet, that he didn’t have the liberty to mark her body yet. “Get to work,” the Captain said, patting Johnny. He didn’t need to say it twice because Johnny went right in.

The wife brought her free hand down to her mouth to hold in the gasps and moans as Johnny ate so eagerly. John was usually slow and sensual, to the messy and a vehement eating that was happening at her core was a much different sensation. John gently pulled her hand away.

“Checkin in with ya, are ya doing good?” he asked his lovely wife. Her eyes couldn’t focus, her mouth gaping and shutting. 

She gave a nod and a hum as her body started to clench as Johnny inserted fingers between her legs and curled, making her body lurch towards the sky and gasp. The Captain gently placed kisses on her face, her velvety cries just make Johnny want to do it again. “She’s even prettier from this view,” Johnny mumbled, spreading her apart with his fingers.

“She donnae like condoms but imma make ye wear one anyway,” Captain Mactavish told his younger self before placing a kiss to the forehead of his flushed wife, still coming down from her orgasm as her husband ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing slowed with her closed eyes. John threw the condom at Johnny, who quickly rolled it on before standing up. “Donnae force it in, go in slow.”

Johnny positioned himself, putting one of the lovely wife’s ankles to his shoulder before giving it a soft kiss. He didn’t dare pull her down the bed like he would have normally done, he walked on his knees to meet her. Hands sliding down her legs to lift her ass, one he saw as so perfect.

He slowly slid it in as John kissed his wife’s face, holding her hand. She was more than used to John’s dick by now, but she was far from used to Johnny’s pacing. So much energy and stamina, not to say John didn’t have it but John was definitely more about making love than he was about fucking or just having sex.

Once she started to grind her hips, Johnny’s face lit up and he immediately started a toe curly, back arching pace. His tip bullied her g spot, making her mouth fall open but no sound falling from her lips.

John cooed at her as Johnny bullied her soft parts, not caring about his own pleasure, solely the pleasure of this goddess in front of him. Once he was sure he had found the spot, Johnny folded her a bit more to hit it a bit deeper, making sure everything was dragging against her.

The only thing that left her were whines, she felt her melted brain might just spill out her ears as the white, staticy heat built up. 

A nice ring built up around Johnny’s cock as he began to roll his hips. Her pulsating cunt milked him so much he felt an almost numbness in his fingers as all he could do was hold her and roll his hips as she let out a broken moan and came. Her husband’s voice echoing around her head with praises and loving words.

It was down right impossible for Soap to not come from her body's pulsations so he did. He wished it hadn’t been into a condom but he was grateful he just got the chance.

John gave him a look and Johnny took it knowingly, going to get a warm and damp towel. He handed it to John who began to clean his wife up, nodding to Johnny to let him know he could leave. 

Johnny didn’t know it was so John could reclaim his wife with some slow sensual sex and lots of love bites.

John, unlike Johnny, was going to come inside. Johnny looked at the photo he had taken of himself with the wife of Captain John from the night prior, "I'm going to marry you. Yer the one I've been looking for."

#cod x reader #call of duty #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #captain mactavish #soapitup

[ariesbilly]

Neil being in some sort of business where he’s gotta schmooze with the Harringtons, trying to get mr Harrington on as a client. Knows he’s got a kid around billys age who’s apparently been unlucky in love as of recent and Mr Harrington just hopes their spirit lifts soon

So Neil gets the bright idea to set up a dinner meeting/first date of sorts. Neil and Mr Harrington can talk business while the kids hopefully make a love connection (and if all goes well Neil will close the deal and be seeing lots of money in his future)

So Neil tells Billy what he’s gotta do And it’s not like billy has a choice so… fine. At least he’s getting a free fancy meal out of it

Little do the hargroves know Mr Harrington has a son, not a daughter. Comes as a big shock when they get to the restaurant and are seated

Neil’s pissed but can’t show it meanwhile billy is in hog heaven cuz like, is his dad wildly homophobic? Yes. But he also knows Neil will be even more pissed if billy fucks this up and acts rude SO…naturally billy has to do his part as the loving devoted son he is and flirt with this guy. His life is so hard 😔

So anyway billy and Steve hit it off, Mr Harrington is thrilled to see Steve smiling again. Gives Neil a bunch of money. Steve and Billy plan a second date to which Neil, once alone with Billy, says in no uncertain terms tells him he’s forbidden from seeing that boy again if he knows what’s good for him but Billy’s like “oh and upset Steve this upsetting his daddy enough to back out on the deal? If you say so…”

And Neil knows he cornered. Billy knows Neil knows he’s cornered. For once in his life Billy has a sense of power over his dad and it feels so so good. Feels extra good when he’s getting railed by pretty boy cock but that’s just a bonus

#harringrove

[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Kinktober - day 11 Toys/ ABO Dynamics [NSFW]

written for @harringrovekinktober

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: omegaverse, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Billy Hargrove, sex toys, knotting WC: 2163

Being an alpha is not always easy.

In particular when the omega you are in love with is ignoring you no matter how hard you try.

And Billy is not the kind of Alpha that will ever be seen begging an omega.

But Steve smell so fucking incredible.

Apple and cinnamon.

What else could an alpha ask for?

Steve is not the average omega.

He is athletic, well-built, and strong.

He is protective and fierce, and he has never exposed his neck in submission to anyone, not even to Nancy, and Billy is literally dying to know how he tastes.

But he will not beg.

Not Billy.

Another alpha, maybe.

But not him.

“What are you staring at, Hargrove?” the omega asks annoyedly while he is waiting for the kids.

“Nothing. I’m waiting for Max.”

“I can drive her home too.”

“No. I’ll drive her.” My father will kill me and you if I don’t drive her home like every fucking other day goes unsaid while Billy drags some smoke from a cigarette.

“What? Don’t you trust an omega driving? I can assure you that I drive so much better than you.”

That’s probably true, Billy loves speed and drives too fast but that’s not why he doesn’t want Steve to drive Max home.

Finally, the shitbird arrives and he growls something to her while getting in the car.

Max is pissed, as always, but Billy is not going to listen to her rambling, he never does.

In the rear mirror, he can still see Steve’s car, he will take the first turn to the right and go to the Sinclairs and then the Hendersons.

“You two could be friends, you know that right?” Max asks him.

“Who?” Billy asks, turning toward her.

“You and Steve.”

Billy snorts “He is an omega.”

“He is not like the other omegas.”

Billy chuckles “Oh, and please, tell me, how are the other omegas?”

“Silly.” she replies.

Billy glares at her but she is not wrong, the other omegas are all female omegas that have in front of them a future as housewives and mothers, but Steve is different. He still has the instinct to protect his pack but he is a fighter. 

“You are going to be a terrible alpha.” Billy says to Max, looking at the street in front of them.

It’s not true. 

She is going to be a good alpha, she is not fucked up like him and Billy will do what he can to let the thing stay like that.

***

“Code red. I repeat! Code red!”

Billy grunts. It’s seven o’clock in the morning on a fucking Saturday! Neil is out fishing with some colleagues and Billy should be able to rest, but no! Max's stupid friends are screaming in the silly walkie-talkie.

“That’s Max. What’s the code red?” she asks.

“It’s Steve. Over.”

Billy’s attention turns toward the walkie-talkie.

“What does it mean?”

The annoying voice of Dustin Henderson comes through the walkie-talkie “Max, you have to say over, otherwise, how am I supposed to know that you have finished talking?”

“What’s up with the babysitter?” Billy asks with a glass of water in his hand and wearing only his boxer.

“Billy! Put something on!” Max complains throwing him a pillow but he quickly grabs the walkie.

“What’s up with Harrington?” he asks again.

“Billy? That’s a private conversation and…”

“Tell me what the fuck is going on. Now. It’s Upside Down shit?” he asks. Last time he barely survived and he still has the scars from his encounter with the Mind Flayer.

“No… I don’t think so… but… it’s private.”

“Henderson.” he growls.

“Fuck, tell him that you think that Steve has got his heat and finish this stupid conversation!” Mike intervenes and Billy’s grip on the walkie tightens.

“What?”

“He wasn’t feeling well yesterday, he was too hot and he told me that he thought he was getting the flu but I think he was going into heat and he is not answering.” Dustin explains.

Billy shrugs “So? He is an omega. Give him a couple of days and he will be ok.”

There is a moment of silence and then Dustin adds “You don’t know about Steve, right?”

“What is there to know?”

“His heats are… intense. He might need help. Usually, Robin is with him during his heat but she is out of town with the band and if he really got into heat… he is alone.”

Billy sighs “So what? Are you going to get into the nest of an omega in heat? It doesn’t seem really clever, does it?”

“But someone has to check on him! And if we don’t do it no one else will.”

The stupid shrimp is not wrong. Steve’s parents are never home and if his heat is so intense as they say someone should check on him. But Billy is a fucking alpha. He shouldn’t go. It’s a stupid idea.

Stupid and dangerous.

“I’ll go.” he replies, then gives the walkie back to Max.

“Are you serious?! He is an omega and you are an alpha and if…”

“I can control my instincts.”

“Can you?” she asks, pointing at the hole that Billy made punching his own door a few days ago.

He shrugs, then he goes into his room and gets ready.

***

The house is eerily silent but he can smell the scent of omega in heat from the door, and to have a scent so strong there is something that is not right.

Billy knows that Steve’s scent is strong, but this is too strong even for an omega in heat. There is only one reason for all of this and Billy can’t believe that he never suspected that.

There is no point in knocking on the door so he looks around the house until he finds an open window and gets into Steve’s house. Steve’s room is empty, everything is on the floor, like someone had rushed there, taken a few important things, and gone hiding somewhere else.

Billy starts to smell the air and follows the scent toward the basement.

“Steve?” he calls, but the only answer he gets is a whimper.

Fuck.

"I'm getting in. Is that all right?” he asks, but the door is closed.

Billy kicks the door open and he sees Steve in the corner of the room, his eyes shining in the semi darkness growling at the stranger who has got into his sanctuary.

“Steve. It’s me. Billy.”

Steve growls again.

Feral.

Fuck.

Steve jumps at him, sending him to the floor.

He is so fucking beautiful.

Strong and sexy.

Steve grits his teeth a few inches from his neck. Billy knows that an omega bite is not permanent but it would be a bitch to explain to Neil in any case.

“Steve.”

“Alpha.”

“Yeah. I’m an alpha.”

Steve nuzzles at him “My alpha.”

Billy stares at him while the scent of aroused omega is filling his lungs “Your alpha.” he confirms.

He shouldn’t. Steve is not coherent, but neither is Billy.

That was a fucking terrible idea. Max was right.

Shit.

Max.

He should call her.

But Steve is above him, his cocklette hard and his hole dripping slick that, Billy is sure, tastes like ambrosia.

“Steve. Tell me what you need.”

“Hurt.” Steve replies, and Billy sees the discharged toys around the room and the red scratch on Steve’s legs. It seems that the omega wasn’t able to satisfy his natural instinct.

“I’m going to take care of you.” Billy promises.

“Knot.”

“Do you want my knot?” he asks, still pinned to the ground under Steve.

The omega opens Billy’s jeans, freeing his erection.

“Knot.” he repeats and Billy couldn’t deny him even if he wanted to because Steve is almost impaling himself on Billy’s dick.

“Slowly, baby…” 

But Steve is not listening. He starts to ride Billy as if he was one of his toys and Billy lets him get what he needs, doing his best to keep still.

Steve keeps rocking on his dick until Billy’s knot forms and the alpha knows that he has never got a knot so big and so hard.

The omega moans, finally satisfied now that the knot ties them together and he keeps moving, feeling the knot pushing his inside.

For a moment Steve seems to come back to himself “Billy?” he asks confusedly, but it’s just a moment of lucidity and then he keeps riding him into oblivion.

Billy takes Steve’s cocklette into his hand and starts to jerk him off until Steve spurts on his chest.

It’s not much, probably the omega came already more than once and he definitely needs water to keep hydrated, but Billy will take care of all of that later, when Steve will rest for a little bit, for the moment he grips his hips and keeps thrusting inside him brushing against Steve’s prostate while Steve’s slick pour down his dick.

“Can you give me another, pretty boy?” he asks, and Steve moans but comes another time, and finally Billy comes inside him filling him with alpha’s cum that will ease the pain that Steve is feeling.

“Alpha…” he calls again, before collapsing on him.

“That’s good… you did so good, baby.” Billy praises him, caressing his back while they are still connected, waiting for Billy’s knot to go down.

Steve’s skin is sweaty and sticky. How long has he been in this state, Billy wonders while he cuddles him.

When finally his knot goes down he gets up, helps Steve to the couch, and goes into the kitchen to get some water.

The omega whimpers in the absence of the alpha but Billy knows that he needs to drink and to eat something, so he comes back with some crackers and two bottles of water.

He helps Steve sip some water and then drinks some himself. It’s going to be a long couple of days. Thank god Neil will sleep at the lake with his coworkers, but he will have to get back for Sunday dinner and he really hopes that Steve’s heat will be over by that time.

***

Billy fucks Steve into the couch, filling him as much as he can, but after the third time he knots Steve, the omega is still whimpering and he has no more energy to fuck him.

He looks around and takes one of the discharged toys.

Billy has never used a toy before and he is not sure how to use it on the omega who is too weak to do more than mewl pitifully and try to jerk his hips.

He doesn’t even snarl anymore.

“I know, I know. You need something to fill you, don’t you?” Billy says getting the big purple knot.

Steve seems ready to complain, so Billy stops him “I know you prefer my knot but I need a little bit of rest. You don’t want your Alpha to strain himself, do you?”

Steve shakes his head and Billy smiles getting closer “I’m going to help you feel so nice and full.” 

Luckily Steve’s body is still full of Billy’s come so he just pushes the fake knot inside him, getting it inside to the knot and then pulling it enough to stretch Steve’s hole but not enough to tear him.

“Does it feel good?” he asks while moving the toy.

“Alpha…” Steve whispers, trying to tell him something but he is too tired so he just lies there taking what Billy is giving him until he comes another time and finally falls asleep.

Billy has never taken care of an omega in heat before but he studied a thing or two in sexual education and he knows that Steve would probably sleep a few hours, so he cleans him with a wet cloth even in his most private parts, and then pushes a little plug inside his hole to keep the cum inside, hoping that is will lessen the pain as they say in the books, then he goes to Steve’s room and takes Steve’s walkie.

“The babysitter is ok. I think he will be back on duty on Monday.” Billy says to no one in particular, but obviously, it is Max who answers.

“Was he…”

“Yes.”

“And did you…”

“Yes.”

“Shit.”

“Yes.”

Billy leaves the walkie on the bed and goes back to Steve who is still soundly asleep.

When he will wake up he will fuck him at least another couple of times before Steve’s heat will finally end and he really hopes that once he will be more lucid he will not be furious with Billy, but for the moment he sits on the couch with Steve’s head in his lap and keeps caressing his hair like the good mate he is.

#NotSFW #hgkinktober2k23 #omegaverse #tumblr prompt #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #my fanfic #tumblr fic #day 11: Toys/ ABO Dynamics #omega steve harrington #alpha Billy Hargrove #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics + writer's own twists on the trope and werewolf lore, p in v sex, body fluids, biting/marking, dirty talk, an ooc/gentler side of billy hargrove, use of petnames, swearing, creampie,hints of a breeding kink have entered the chat. listen, if you don't like a/b/o fanfiction then it's for the best you don't read this because this is full of stuff present in the trope ; knotting, the mate bite, etc... writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - a/b/o ( bonus ficlet )

character | fandom - werewolf!alpha Billy Hargrove | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, omega!reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.3k

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . billy takes what belongs to him and you're happy to let him..✧ ˚ 　· 　　

The windows are starting to fog. Metallica is playing softly on the radio and you haven’t stopped kissing Billy Hargrove for hours. Parts of you realize that when -if, your mind corrects, you finally drag yourself home after it’s all done, your mother is most likely going to murder you. Even bigger parts of you have decided that maybe you just don’t give a damn. She made her choice and now, as you slip over the console and into Billy’s lap in the driver seat of his Camaro, you’re going to make yours and let the chips fall wherever they happen to.

Maybe the two of you will have a different ending than your mother and his father. If this was doomed to fail, it wouldn’t feel so right. You’re acting on instinct and your instinct tells you to choose Billy. Stick with that choice and don’t look back.

Billy groans as soon as he feels the heat of your wet little cunt pressed against the zip of his jeans. As soon as it clicks that you were only wearing a sweater that swallowed you whole and a pair of panties when he helped you break out of your bedroom earlier, he growls to himself and bucks up into you clumsily. There isn’t a thought in this boy’s brain but getting you naked and pinned beneath his body. Fucking you until you’re begging him to stop. 

And he’s got a feeling about your little decision… If anybody ever even thinks they’re going to call to question which Alpha is your alpha in the future, he’ll fight to the death. Keep her close, she’s the only fucking person that’s ever chosen me and she did it barely knowing me. Just don’t let this fuck up.. She’s the only one I need now.

And he knows that it’s the wolf inside -and the intensity of the bond that’s about to be solidified, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to stop and overthink for the millionth time. Neil has to be wrong this time, he has to be.

What remains of Billy’s shattered heart depends on it. 

You’re rocking yourself back and forth over the way his cock strains at his jeans and his head falls against the seat. ❝ Get in the backseat.❞ he growls out against the shell of your ear as you start to rub against him with more urgency. The smell of you as you get wetter and wetter has him hungry. Desperate.

Like he’s never wanted -or needed, something this much in his entire life. He’s giving up the fight, he knows he’ll never win if he were to keep trying. 

You slip out of  Billy’s lap and over the space between the seats and Billy’s right behind you, his muscular frame caging you in. He stares down at you hungrily, chest heaving as he tries to breathe properly. There’s excitement in the air, this feels different than his usual backseat trysts.

His heart is pounding so hard he can feel each steady beat in his ears. You’re pinned below him, trying to rub against him and keep body contact. His hand slips up the bottom of the oversized sweater and catches at the side of your panties, tugging them down. They’re tossed into the car somewhere from over his shoulder. You sit up and you’re thisclose to him, your hands grip either side of the red shirt he’s wearing, pulling it apart.

He chuckles quietly, the soft sounds of your mouths every single time they meet again just barely register under the current Metallica song that’s playing from his stereo. As you raise a hand to work the shirt off his body, he pushes your hand down instead, pulling off his own shirt. 

Your hand shakes as it settles on the waistband of his favorite jeans and he catches sight of it, leans in to mumble in a taunting tone against your skin, ❝ If you’re having second thoughts, doll...❞ but you’re already shaking your head no and trying to work the button on his jeans through the buttonhole. He pushes you back against the seat and lowers your hand, staring down at you for a few seconds, quiet. ❝ Y’know this is permanent… Right?❞

You nod, the nod is so eager that your soft curls bounce. And those big beautiful eyes only grow wider as Billy strips off his jeans and underwear, letting them fall to his ankles. When you catch sight of his thick cock as it springs free and stands at attention, the tip an angry red, you whine in need. The sound of your whining makes him laugh quietly and he leans down into you, pushing the oversized sweater up and stripping it away from your body. That’s thrown over the back of his seat, left to hang.

The second he catches sight of the way your thighs are absolutely coated in slick, he can’t stop the animalistic growl that bubbles up from deep inside. ❝ Sweetheart, I’m going to ruin you for anybody else. You really sure you want that? Answer me, doll.❞ his voice is a smoky growl next to your ear as his nose drifts down,settles on the space between your neck and shoulder. The scent of you all heavy and sweet fills his nose and clouds his judgment. He grimaces as his fangs push through.

❝ Billy!❞ you’re whining his name as you’re rocking yourself up into him, clumsy and frantic. That feverish and jittery feeling you’ve had all day is starting to calm but only a little. You need him and you need him now. And you’re desperate enough to beg if you have to. You’ve made your decision. Nothing else matters.

He settles himself down into you and his mouth grazes the patch of skin covering your scent glands. You gasp and dig your nails into his strong biceps and he grunts, rutting into you, feverish. His cockhead keeps grazing against your throbbing cunt and you moan because it feels so good. His fangs sink in, breaking skin. Marking you. Flooding both of you with adrenaline and dopamine and Billy lets the bite last longer just because it’s the first time he’s actually felt anything in a long time.

It feels like he’s waking up. Like everything in his life up to this point has been a dream -or a nightmare, he thinks, and now, maybe it’s finally over. Maybe it’ll finally be better. You’re squirming beneath him, so desperate for friction, for more of him that you’re dripping, your juices pool on smooth leather seats.

❝ Didn’t hurt, did it?❞ he asks quietly as the shocked daze he’s been in for nearly two minutes starts to wear off and he realizes what he’s just done -and how permanent it is.

You shake your head. Billy stares at the angry red wound and licks his lips, satisfied but not completely satisfied. No, he thinks, that won’t happen until I’m buried inside and she’s all fucked out and begging for more. 

He needs more. To taste you. Look up from where he’s settled between your thighs and watch your face as you come undone, his name falling off your lips like it’s the only word you can remember. That said, he lowers himself. You giggle as the warmth of his breath tickles your bare skin and at the sound, he pauses to look up and lock eyes with you. Licking his lips.

That predatory look is back and somehow, more smug. Like he’s finally succeeded. He’s finally gotten his prey.

Rough lips latch against your thighs and your fingers clutch at his hair as you try to pull enough so that his mouth winds up exactly where you want it the most. But Billy’s focused. He’s determined to do this a certain way.

❝ Jesus, fuck..❞ he groans out against the soft dough of your inner thigh as his tongue rolls up to lick you clean, ❝ Somebody’s real needy tonight, huh?❞ and as his tongue rolls over your sex you shiver all over at the feeling.

You tug at his hair a little more and Billy’s tongue and fingers bury inside you, relentless. Fucking into you until you’re shaking and begging, a hand gripping your hip to hold you still so he has all the control. He pauses to look up at you, growling to himself as he watches the way your eyes flutter closed and your back arches upward, body seeking out his tongue and his fingers, so fucked out already that you’re even drooling a little.

He dips his head again. The slurps as he licks you clean and his groans are enough to make you even wetter. You can barely breathe but you use the breath you have to beg him to bury his cock inside you, feverish. Needy.

Billy raises up and pulls himself up your body, leaning down into you and as his mouth crashes against your own, you can taste yourself on his tongue. ❝ Ready for me, darling?❞ he mutters against the shell of your ear as he reaches down, drags his cock between your folds to tease you. When you try to pull him in completely, he chuckles. ❝ ‘S not gonna hurt long, doll. I need y’ to be still. Let me handle this.❞ and you nod.

His cock sinks inside you, just barely at first. But he’s so thick and veiny that as he enters you, you feel like you’re being split in two. You tense beneath him and cling, your arms around his neck, fingers leaving crescent imprints against his bare shoulders. This turns to nails being raked down his back seconds later as the burning too full sensation starts to ebb and you need all of him at once. He growls and nips your bottom lip roughly, his cock burying inside you even more. 

❝ Goddamn.❞ he laughs against your skin as he sucks at it, ❝ Pretty little pussy is just squeezing my cock, sweetheart...❞ he’s thrusting slow and deep, the Camaro’s frame starting to rock with each thrust, ❝I’m tempted to fuck a baby into you.❞ -and this freezes him for a second when it slips out of his mouth because he’s confronted with the fact that he kind of means it. His father’s warning about the way the mate bond consumes a person comes rushing back.

But, silly as it seems, as Neil’s words repeat on one side, his stepsister Max telling him that he’s not his father and he doesn’t have to become him are repeating on the other. This won’t turn into that. It can’t. Billy Hargrove makes up his mind in the seconds it takes for the knot to bury inside your pretty little cunt as you’re pinned beneath him in his backseat that he won’t let this turn into that. As he starts to fuck into you faster, you’re so responsive. Begging. Meeting his deep drives with your own clumsy movements as your mouth latches against his chest because it’s the only part of him that’s close enough to be reached.

His hand squeezes your hip and he tenses, trying to stop himself from coming undone. As he slows down his thrusts, you cling to him, fucking through the high of your own second orgasm. He stops to crash his mouth against your own, going totally still inside you as the kiss deepens.

The fever is almost gone now. But the way you keep touching him, your soft little body melted against him and those soft hands being so damn gentle as they drag over every inch of him, it’s enough to get him hot all over again. With a quiet chuckle, he finally obliges you a little movement, slow and lazy thrusts just to keep himself from coming just yet. 

❝ Billy!❞ you plead as you rock yourself against him. He chuckles quietly. The cassette tape is silent, it’s finished at some point and both of you were so caught up in the moment that neither of you noticed. As you start to fuck yourself onto his length, he groans your name and the restraint he was trying to use is gone. You’re frantic, chasing another orgasm as it builds. Watching you pinned beneath him makes him feral and he’s fucking into you furiously, the car rocking steadily now as his hand presses against foggy glass when he decides to brace himself for leverage.

He bottoms out and as his cock strikes against that one magical spot deep inside you, you moan his name over and over. ❝ Louder, doll.❞ he chuckles against your ear, ❝ Let everybody in Hawkins know whos about to cum in your tight little cunt.❞

His hips falter and he groans against your neck as he sucks on it again, the grip on your hip with his hand so tight that you can’t move or meet his thrusts as he fucks into you, feverish and frantic. He tries to stop himself but it’s too late. Sticky seed empties inside you and instead of stopping, he’s determined to fuck it into you even deeper.

As he fucks himself through his orgasm, he melts down into you. Going still. Holding onto you so tight that you’re crushed against him and for a second, you struggle to breathe.

❝ This is gonna happen again, doll.. And you don’t need t’ be alone when it does.❞

You nod. Somehow you got the feeling that this fever stuff wasn’t done. He’s gone quiet again, lost in thought. He’s trying to figure out a place where the two of you can go just to disappear.

❝I don’t wanna be alone.❞ you mumble quietly. Dragging your thumb against his cheek. He nuzzles into the touch and you speak up again. ❝ What if we just like.. Left town?❞

Billy chuckles. ❝ Okay, but where would we even go, hm?❞ he’s settled himself down into your body, letting you mold against him. One hand caressing your cheek as he stares down at you. ❝ I mean, I was gonna suggest hiding out at my friend Rick’s cabin for a while, but…❞ he takes a few shaky breaths, ❝ There’s really not shit holdin me here.. Never has been.❞

You’re dragging your finger over his chest and he shivers at the soft touch. You laugh softly. ❝ Where’d you move here from?❞

❝ California, but..❞ Billy goes quiet because he’s not trying to let anything stop him from being with you. He refuses to be away now that the bond has been made. ❝ So we’ll go there, Billy.❞ you mumble softly as you nuzzle against him. He chuckles and nods. ❝ Okay, doll. We’ll go there.❞

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✔ ) #lazyghoulskinktober2023 #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴɪ sᴇʀɪᴇs; ᴘᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ)

[aboutnavi]

I was brushing my teeth, reflecting about life, & my mind went back to AFTG and there is a scene on the first book that it has been stuck on my brain since I read the trilogy again this January and it's about Seth. Now, I know the fandom -in general- barely talk about Seth because Nora decided to kill him off for shock value and when people try to talk about him, it always comes back to 'he was a homophobic, disgusting piece of shit' which yes, valid but also, are we forgetting Aaron? The babyfication of Aaron in this fandom had everyone collectively forgetting he was exactly like Seth (even worse: towards his family!!!). Two wrongs doesn't make one right & I'm in no way justifying Seth's action but if we never talk about characters on AFTG just because they were problematic, we are not talking about any of them, ever (ok maybe some of them, but still).

My point is: the scene. Neil is confused as to why Seth hates Kevin -specifically him- so much, since Seth could get along with most people if he wanted and tried hard enough but he refused to give ground to Kevin & his answer is just so humanly heartbreaking it goes to my list of moments Nora did something right in AFTG. The scene goes like this:

Neil: Why do you hate him?

Seth: Because I'm sick of him getting everything he wants just because he's Kevin Day. Do you know what fame gets you, shitface? Everything. All he has to do is ask for it, and someone will give it to him. Doesn't matter what. Doesn't matter who. The world is dying to give him anything he wants. When he broke his hand, his fans cried for him. They flooded our locker room with letters and flowers. The amazing Kevin Day can't play anymore. Their lives were over. They'd grieve the loss forever. But tell me when's the last time anyone cried over you? Never, right? They're there for Kevin every step of the way, but where were they when we needed them?

Neil, stupidly: So you're jealous.

Seth: His life is not more important than mine just because he's more talented.

Neil first instinct is to say jealousy because jealousy is something he understands (he felt jealous of Kevin for having a future, for being able to play, for the talent, for the life he never got to live when his mother ran away, etc.) but for me what Seth is trying to portrait is more like the painful awareness that you get when you realize you're also worthy of love and care. Seth is such an unexplored character who had so much potential if Nora hadn't killed him for the sake of showing how Riko could be/was dangerous (and she could have done that in so many different ways!!!) & you can see that on, for example, Nora's post about his life. Seth was always the no-priority person, the kid no one payed attention to, the boy that if killed, not even his mother would come for the funeral. He was every aspect a Fox and he spent his entire life being told he was no one and to be able to say his life is not more important than mine shows so much development; the chance he had put on himself for being open to love, to care, to second and third chances... it was all there. It breaks my heart that he never got the chance to become something. & I do not believe he was an inherently bad person? They are so young in AFTG, all of them. Maybe Seth wasn't bad; maybe he was just twenty-two, you know?

& on the extra content when they tell Allison he died and she goes 'He called me not even an hour ago! He was drunk and rambling but he was happy for the first time in weeks. He was talking about how he finally thought graduating would be okay, about how he wanted me to help him look into grad schools. He wanted to go into social work and help people like he helps us. I know he wanted to die! Everyone knows he wanted to die! Every time he said he was done with life I walked away from him and every time he came chasing after me. This is the first time--he wanted to live.' breaks my heart.

Because, ok, Seth dies. Let's pretend it was a good idea for him to die to set some sort of impact on the story for a second. Except his death goes without much fuss. The shock Nora wanted is felt for maybe three seconds, in one paragraph in the last page of TFC and then we barely talk about Seth on TRK and TKM. Neil can't even understand how impactful was Seth's death - he only cares about how it will affect the game & his guilt is more about how Allison would feel towards him then sadness over losing a teammate - and this insight we get from Allison is from the extra content and not everyone goes on to read those so if Nora wanted something out of his death - pity, shock, sadness, or whatever - she should have put this scene IN THE BOOKS.

#anyway a little rent #aftg #all for the game #nora sakavic #andrew minyard #neil josten #seth gordon #the raven king #renee walker #dan wilds #aaron minyard #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #books #nora made so many mistakes #in the books but truly #not giving seth another chance was cruel #she goes on and on in three books about second and third chances #and then kills him #honestly woman #don't even ok #kevin day #david wymack #the foxes

[ihni]

New tagging game: Bookmark recs!

I'm gonna go ahead and make a new tagging game, because a) I just went through some of my bookmarks on AO3 and there are so many lovely ones and b) why not? So!

Rules (more like guidelines really, but ...): Pick (at least) ten fics from your AO3 bookmarks, and post them with links and a note of why you like them or why you picked them (alt. your bookmark comment). Then, as tradition goes, tag ten people. Or something, whatever, I'm not your boss.

I'll go first (might be spoilers ahead, as I use my - slightly edited - bookmark notes)!

Stranger Things fics (gonna make another one for non-ST fics):

when he loved me by pratintraining (3,2K, Billy & Max) My notes: The one where Max thinks that Billy deserves what he's getting from Neil, and she tells the Party, thinking that they TOO will think he deserves it …. But they don't. Because hitting your kid is fucked up.

for want of a nail by sepulchralsmile (172K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one where Billy's dad throws him out a window before they move to Hawkins. The one where Steve doesn't like him much at first (but learns to, after). The one where Max tells her friends what's going on.

no longer one raindrop he is the endless sea by LazyBaker (@lazybakerart) (1,9K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one where Steve picks Billy up after Billy went to a bar to lose his virginity. The one with the broken arm, where Steve insists that Billy deserves better.

Apocalypse by CallieB (@callieb) (66K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one where the Mindflayer broke through years ago and a group of survivors are trying to make it in a nightmare world. The one where they go into the Upside Down for a supply run, and finds Billy. The one where Billy is unused to people and have been alone for ten years.

the love you build your house around by eternalgoldfish (@eternalgoldfish) (19K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The wishbaby one.

Hard Road: A Comic Series by Steven S. Harrington by imperfectabstraction (6,9K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one where Steve deals with everything by making a comic about Billy, and giving him the future he never got. The one that made me emotional. The one with the absolutely PERFECT goddamn ending that made me cry.

.｡❅*⋆⍋* Warm Nights at Frosty Heights *⍋⋆*❅｡. by BouncyPickle (38K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one where they go to a ski lodge and Steve woos Billy, who lets himself be wooed. The romantic sweet one with no speed bumps. Feelgood!

He Walked In Through The Out Door by HeckinaHandBasket (@heck-in-a-handbasket) (2,4K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one where Billy shoplifting tampons and is caught by Joyce.

He Needs by immortalitylost (3,2K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one with the nixa. The creepy one which I could see so clearly, in black and greens. The one with splashes of red, and a believable Billy through the eyes of a hesitating Steve.

If I Only Told You by CrossedQuills (68K, Billy/Steve, Steve/Eddie, Billy/Eddie) My notes: The one where Billy and Eddie are hooking up, and Eddie's teaching Steve about the whole guy on guy thing, and then Billy and Steve fall into bed with each other too … The one with the perfect ending.

Observations Through Candy Wrappers by weirdan (@weird-an) (3,4K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one where Billy doesn't eat candy, even though he obviousy want some. The one where Steve sneakily tries to get Billy to eat sweets.

The Stolen Sapphire by Jad3w1ngs (@billyharringson) (13,7, WIP, Billy/Steve/Eddie) My notes: The one where Billy is younger and in Pirate Captain Steve's and his Love Eddie's bed. The one where they wreck him, lovingly and obsessively, and take him apart with the plans to rebuild him as they need him. The one where he's naked except for gold, told to stay in the bed while their ship is overtaken by enemies, and … Well. He stays in the bed.

We'll Become Who We Meant To Be by missroserose (@missroserose) (2,9K, Billy/Steve) My notes: The one where Steve stumbles upon an altercation between Billy and Neil behind the mall. The one where Neil thinks that Steve is okay with it. The one missroserose wrote for me <3

Say the Lord’s Prayer Twice and Hold Your Babies Tight by lilies_in_a_vase (@lilies-in-a-vase) (7,6K, Billy & Susan, Billy&Max) My notes: The one from Susan's and Max's povs, where Billy is sick. The one where he mistakes Susan for his mom and has to go to the hospital, and Max is there with him.

... and I'll stop there, so it won't be so long.

Tagging: MYSELF (yes, I'm totally doing this again, with non-ST fics!), anyone I've already tagged previously in this post, @thewaywardkees, @introvertia, @dragonflylady77, @bentnotbroken1fanfiction, @mourntheantagonist, @socknonny, @akioukun, @keziahrainalso, @robthegoodfellow, @withoneheadlight and honestly anyone who'd want to do this. God I'm bad at tagging. But you know, spread the love! (Or don't, if you don't feel like it! No pressure)

#tagging game #fic recs #harringrove fic #fic rec

[shieldofiron]

I’m totally projecting here since I have a stutter-

Maybe billy who has a stutter and Neil decided to beat that shit out of him, so that’s why billy speaks so slow (I do too), he has to slowly think out every word,

So maybe when he goes to the Byers’ house he gets so upset he starts stuttering? Before the fight? Like uh “is t-that you har-Harrington?” And Steve goes to make fun of him or something, but then he realizes the look of Billy’s face. A mixture of fear and anger at himself, and he stops

Maybe a flash to the future where Billy doesn’t have to think about every word and can speak the way he wants to, with his loving husbando Steve?

🥰🥺

1984

Billy smiles, slow and languorous, "Is that you, Harrington?"

"Yeah. It's me, don't cream your pants," Harrington bit the words out and stepped down the tiny wooden porch.

He put his hands on his hips, tossing that pretty long brown hair back a little, and squaring up, shoulders tight.

Billy glanced back at the house and saw a flash of red hair in the window.

Motherfucker.

Billy looked back to Steve. What the hell was this? Why wasn't Max just coming out? She had to know that it was late, that her mom would be pissed she wasn't home.

Billy sucked in a breath

"W-what are you doing h-h-here," Billy tried to suck in a deep breath, "Amigo."

Cool Billy, He thought, Really cool. You totally covered it with the Amigo.

Harrington's lip curled a little, "What was that, Hargrove?"

The words seemed to stop up in Billy's throat, pile up and stick with jagged edges.

"M-My step sister," He manages to get out. "S-she..."

Harrington's grinning in that sort of shit eating way that precludes a set down, and it has Billy's fists tightening. He can feel his face getting red, and his stomach starts buzzing. He looks back at Max and she's trying to be hidden. He doesn't understand.

"L-Little B-birdy," Billy sucks in a breath, "T-told me that sh-she..."

That grin starts to falter a little. Harrington steps back just a bit, puts his hand out, palm open.

"Hey," Harrington says softly, "It's okay. Um... it's okay. She's here, but... there's a lot of shit going on tonight."

Billy tightens his fist and then releases it. Once. Twice. Three times.

"G-gotta bring h-her home," Billy's tongue feels a little less stuck in his throat at least. Harrington waits for a moment, watching like he's giving Billy time to add anything he needs to.

"I swear she's okay, she's not hurt," Harrington lays a hand over his heart, making those bambi eyes wide and sweet in a way Billy's never seen before, "Why don't you come inside and I'll explain?"

---

1994

"It was killer, Steve," Billy traces a secret pattern in Steve's chest hair, "Cherry, with the most well preserved original chrome. An actual St-Stingray. I almost came the moment I touched it."

"Almost, huh?" Steve's voice rumbles across Billy's skin, "So does that mean you're all... pent up?"

Billy turns onto his stomach and rests his chin on Steve's stomach, "You're ruining my story, horndog."

"I'm just listening to the details," Steve smiles down at him, "Tell me the story."

"It had a cream and c-cherry interior. Cherry red dash. Custom, Steve," Billy leans hard on his chin, trying to impress on Steve the seriousness of the situation, "Custom? In Indiana? Do you know how hard that is to do?"

Steve smiles, "Not if you know the right guy."

Billy smiles back, "Oh yeah? The right guy? And who would that be?"

"Well... he's cool," Steve runs a hand along Billy's bicep, tracing the heart that reads, 'Mad Max.'

"Of course," Billy shrugs.

"And he's humble," Steve smirks.

"Gotta be humble. Being humble is the best."

"And he's..." Steve's eyes get darker, "So passionate. About cars, I mean."

Billy smiles, slow and languorous.

"And I am very," Steve leans in and kisses Billy's forehead, "Very. In love with... the interior he installed in my car."

Billy dug his fingers into Steve's side until Steve squirmed, his knees drawing up and his laughter crackling off the walls of their bedroom.

"You dick," Billy cries, huffing and letting him go.

"Maybe... I was thinking tonight we could start with your dick first," Steve licks his lips, "I have some oral skills I want to show off."

Billy purses his lips, "Oh, Steve. Oral skills are definitely my specialty."

Steve just smirks, cocky as ever, "Oh you're so on. Amigo."

---

@hickory-smoked-ass SO CUTE! SUCH CUTIES!

I didn't want Billy's stutter to "magically" disappear at the end, more like it doesn't trip him up so much when it happens. Because Steve loves him, a little stutter doesn't matter.

#asks #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove drabble #billy x steve #cutiesssss

[jtl-fics]

I love this lil scene about riko telling the suit man off and ichirou being ,, ah a moriyama does not follow others" but really riko just lil scared touch aversive, not trusting of some random older bigger guy touching his shoulder as always - i'm just here to muse but ichirou having hard time realising how broken his brother is, taking all this standoffish behaviour and aggression as sign of confidence and pride - it's all just defensive mechanism you know the way you portray ichi makes me sad because he is cold calculated and he knows how to see benefit or lack of in certain actions and relationships so without active support of deus ex machine neil riko would yet again be under pressure to be worthy of ichis affection or even just acknowledgement i think he does not even bother considering more than this as possibility i know what i like but considering the way you build his character do you think he would be able to give riko unconditional attention and time to heal or would he see it as waste of time and weakness woudl neil have to force him to it

Math Nerd AU

So right now in the moment of the suit fitting and the pending lunch Ichirou is really meeting Riko for the first time. He's evaluating him, trying to figure out if he is worth investing in. He has a very good first impression of him, standing up to Tetsuji the way he did. Still, a first impression can be wrong and Ichirou wants to know what he stands to gain and what he stands to lose with Riko as an investment of his time.

That isn't to say that there is no hope for them to reach a point where Ichirou looks at Riko and sees his little brother. Ichirou has people that he is close with in this universe (His bodyguards and right hand men that he's had and been close with since he went away to boarding school & Neil who's lack of propriety and usefulness had Ichirou giving a shit before he meant to) but Ichirou has a hard time expressing that his affection for them is affection and not just that they're useful.

It's just that useful is on the path for affection for Ichirou since he won't let himself feel that about people who aren't useful. Neil's insistence that Riko would be of use is what brought him here, Riko's unscripted resistance to Tetsuji is what got Riko in the car, and there are future events that may build towards Ichirou and Riko developing a true affectionate bond with one another but I don't think it'll ever be entirely unconditional.

If only because Ichirou would never tolerate a threat to the empire he sees as his to inherit.

#Math Nerd AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Riko Moriyama #Ichirou Moriyama #The Moriyamas

[forensicated]

It's the final episode of the PM era!

Smiffina Episodes - Episode 345

And to 'celebrate' for Smiffina - it's a big one!

Gina arrives on scene at a shout to find Reg trying to gently reason with a spade-wielding elderly man who has dementia and is very confused as to why 'new' people are in his house, fearing they've taken his wife hostage and are hurting her.

Gina asks June to keep the little quiet drink to herself (too bad she didn't tell Yvonne that after she was just gassing to Honey and Amber about it) June has to tell her the superintendent already knows.

Amanda drags Gina up to her office for a dressing down later, telling her it was wholy inappropriate. Gina explains it was one small drink, 5 minutes to the end of the shift and a morale boost. Gina promises it will never happen again, "Really?" Amanda muses. "Really. It's never happened in the past and it won't happen in the future." Amanda crosses the line and pulls out the bottle of whiskey she found in Gina's desk (but doesn't look in Jack, Neil's or some of the others....even Adam had one in his!) Gina is horrified that Amanda has gone through her office and tells her it was given to her by a colleague quite some time ago and only consumed after work on particularly hard days. Gina walks out with Amanda adding. "Please don't give me another reason to be disappointed in you."

"I will try not to ma'am."

Gina heads straight outside and takes a cigarette from one of the CID extras, Smithy watching her from inside. He teases her about drinking and now smoking on duty and offers to buy her a coffee. Gina decides to take an early refs and go for a walk instead to try and calm down. Leela calls over to him to ask if Gina is okay as the entire station knows about the drink the night before and Smithy snaps at them to get back to work instead of gossiping.

Yvonne calls for Gina and she doesn't answer so has to call Smithy instead. Gina is in a pub and orders a malt whiskey - before she has to quickly change it to a black coffee, sighing to herself.

Smithy has to speak to Amanda because of the call from Yvonne, the elderly man with dementia has gone missing in an adgitated state with an old gun from the war, Smithy has SO19 on standby just incase but Amanda authorises their immediate attendance without speaking to Gina, Dan or Reg who have already dealt with him that day. Smithy stresses that they need to speak to the other officers about it - but Amanda insists she's given a direct order as the commanding officer and will not back down.

Sun Hill obtain access to the house next door to the one that the old man was at that morning but can't hear anything. SO19 arrive and are on standby to enter. Somehow the press are aware and have turned up. "Well for once we're going to look pretty good on the front page of their papers. Standby for my word, Sgt." Hmm. Wonder who called them...!

Gina returns to the station and finds 6 missed calls from Smithy. She listens to her messages and then rushes to the scene. Smithy clearly is not happy as he watches SO19 surround the house and thinks it's OTT but has to do as Amanda has deigned. Without any discussion with the SO19 officers Amanda orders they go in.... and of course it's the wrong house. They would have known it was the wrong place if they'd spoken to Dan, Reg or Gina.

Oscar for this elderly lady though.

At the correct address, Gina finds him sat outside in the garden with the gun, she gets the householders out and then gently approaches to talk to him. He tells her he doesn't know how he got to the house because he doesn't remember coming and he knows he's losing it and is worried.

"You don't know what it's like to really be on your own." He tells her.

"Don't I?" Gina asks gently. "I work with about 200 people... there's not one of them I'd talk to properly. ... well... maybe one."

She talks him down and - instead of a huge busting into a room with SO19 and shoot off like Amanda could have caused....it ends in a hug.

Amanda has caused a huge scrum of press at the front of the station and - eventually - makes her way out to deal with them, after telling Smithy that she doesn't know what his problem is but he better sort it out, the sooner the better!

Smithy makes contact with Louise again and arranges to go and see her and they make up - right as Zain gets deeper into nailing Pete as an old associate of his has gone solo - and right as Zain thinks he's caught him... the associate ends up in his car with a bullet in his head.

Unfortunately for Smithy, things are a bit tight too... he and Louise are in bed together... as Pete returns home. They dress in record time and Smithy tells her to stay calm and follow his lead. The fake a situation where she thought someone was in the house and he was investigating it. Later he hears that Louise and Pete are going on an extended holiday and he promises to be waiting when she returns.

Gina explains to Amanda that she was on her refs which was why she was uncontactable but she could still have asked Reg or Dan and if she had, the mess could have been avoided. The report from SO19 of the second situation says that Gina handled the situation very well and she has to congratulate her - which sticks in Amanda's throat. Gina suggests they draw a line under the past few days and start all over again - and Amanda agrees.

Smithy is amused when he returns to the station to hear that Amanda has a meeting with the borough commander. "Be on standby with a mop and bucket. [for the blood and guts]." Gina smirks.

Gina has to go upstairs to speak to the Borough Commander. Smithy grins. "Off for your pat on the back?" Gina calls back to him as she walks. "You'll have to pay to talk to me soon!"

Upstairs unfortunately it's a different matter. Ian is not happy. He has been spun a line by Amanda who has made Gina the scapegoat of the entire situation. She also told him about the bottle of whiskey she found in her office and the drink at the pub after the bet AND the Barton St overstepping when the relief were out together.

Gina is suspended with immediate affect, pending an inquiry.

#alex walkinshaw #dale smith #smithy #gina gold #roberta taylor #amanda prosser #serena gordon #episode 345 #louise larson #rosie marcel #smiffina #smiffinalong #the bill

[iamtheprotagoneil]

ok so im here crying over your tag essay and to crank up the angst even more, imagine neil jokingly saying to david when he was reading to him, "if i had known it takes a bullet for you to come by and sit with me like this, i would've happily gotten shot sooner 😊" and david just goes absolutely white with shock and crumbles down in fresh tears. (1)

and neil would be like, oh god no no, i'm sorry i'm just joking my stupid mouth runs away from me again 😭 david just sits there realizing how much he had hurt neil and broken his heart in the first place, and neil is panicking inside trying to comfort him and tell him it's okay, it's okay, i'm just glad you're here with me now ♥️ (2) - alicia

damn, alicia. y’all really be going off with all this angst huh 😭😭😭 

#ask #alicia the ao3 commenter #imagine david just sitting there frozen in place book in his hand and eyes just staring at neil #as if the trinket he found in neils bag wasn't enough of a reminder already #and it hurts more the way neil's said it #the protagonist knows he only meant it as a joke; and how unfair it is for the protagonist to not be able to laugh at it #any other time; any other person and the protagonist would've laughed but this isn't just anyone #and neil backtracking trying to comfort the protagonist when he was the one in need of comfort #and neil backtracking and comforting the protagonist while hes the one who needs comfort #he's the one in the hospital bed; recovering from a near lethal wound #he's the one whose death has already happened even though he doesn't know it yet #he's the one that needs all the comfort in the world; comfort that david simply cannot give because ahhhh policies #he just sits there frozen in place; trying to calm down the raging of his heart; the storm turning his stomach upside down #its too much and its too hard and he doesn't want to do this anymore but he wouldn't wish this on anyone else as well #he's just too good you know; he's chosen to carry this weight on his shoulders that's his resposibility #he's not going to burden anyone else with it; not if he can help it #so he clears his throat; he lets out a strained chuckle; telling neil that it's alright; it's fine really it's fine #neil doesn't quite believe it but he doesn't dare to press in case the protagonist might returning to hating him again #so he keeps his mouth shut; he observes the protagonist through half shut eyes; keeping all of his thoughts to himself #maybe one day he'll ask the protagonist about it (he tells himself) someday in the future #(maybe he never gets to that point) #(maybe he does) #(i can't tell which one is worse) #protagoneil #lmao once again with the tags #i should write things in the tags more since it does seem to bring out a lot in me lol #*my ramblings

[magniloquent-raven]

(pt1 here)

billy grew up afraid of finding his soulmate.

when he was eight his father caught him trying to wash nail polish off with soap and a hand towel.

he’d heard girls at school saying it was what you did when your soulmate was a boy. you were supposed to paint yourself up all pretty and find the person who matched. and it was easy enough to sneak into the vanity and steal a bottle of his mother’s nail polish. but once the paint dried he realized it would be impossible to hide from his father, and he panicked.

his mother showed him the bottle of nail polish remover after neil left. dabbed some on a cotton ball to rub at the thick layer of paint. she was silent, kneeling on the floor in front of him cradling his sprained wrist while he sat on the edge of the tub and cried.

they both had questions, but neither of them got answers.

it took billy months to work up the courage to try again.

he wasn’t sure why he was bothering, at first. he knew he couldn’t look for his soulmate the traditional way. and he was constantly terrified that his father would find the supplies he’d started hoarding. it seemed like more risk than reward, and yet. he couldn’t stop himself.

every time he was allowed to wander off in a store alone he’d slip something into his pocket. a tube of lip gloss. a compact full of shiny powders. he wasn’t even sure what some of it was, he just liked the colours. liked the pictures they hung alongside the displays. he wanted to look like that. beautiful.

and in his heart of hearts, he wanted the boy who was out there waiting for him to know he existed. whether they’d be able to find each other or not.

he’s more careful with this than he was with the nail polish. his father works saturday nights, and his mother always visits their neighbour while he’s at work. despite having the house to himself he locks his bedroom door.

the first thing he tries is the watermelon lip gloss. it’s sticky, and the wand doesn’t fit in his hand comfortably, but once he’s smeared it on he feels...good. he likes the way it catches the light. likes the way it smells. he looks at himself in the mirror and likes seeing something different.

the high doesn’t last long, it inevitably gives way to paranoia, anxiety that has him glancing at the locked door every thirty seconds, heart pounding, wondering if just maybe his father will get home from work early, and he jumps at every sound, hearing boots thudding on the porch and car doors slamming and anything that could be neil coming through the door.

cleaning himself up is hard. panic makes his hands shake, his eyes well up. he drops everything on the floor when he tries to tuck the bag away. and he has to spend twenty minutes with his back to his bedroom door getting his breathing under control when he’s finished.

but he does it again the following saturday. and the one after that.

for five months he does this. locks himself away with his stolen treasures and lets himself live a little. it gets easier as time goes on. and his mind wanders sometimes. to a future where he gets to share this with someone. the boy out there who’s supposed to love him one day.

it’s a small bubble of a dream. one he doesn’t spend too much time dwelling on. not when there’s neil’s voice in his head, telling him that no one could love a fucking freak, ‘cause fags don’t get real soulmates anyways.

he wants and he wishes, but the more he thinks about it the more he doubts. he’s never gotten a mark from his soulmate, and even if he did some day, what if his father’s right, and his “soulmate” doesn’t want him or makes him miserable or...worse.

so he does his makeup for himself.

until, like all good things in his life, his father ruins it.

he never found out what set neil off initially, something going wrong at work maybe, or the martial strife of the week getting to him. whatever it was that started it, neil eventually decided billy should bear the brunt of the fallout.

so he went through his things. said billy’d been acting cagey lately, and he was going to find out why.

and then found the makeup bag stuffed into an old sweater in his closet.

it was ugly. the things neil said that day would play on repeat in billy’s head for years afterwards. the scars his belt left on billy’s back were nothing in comparison.

the next saturday came and went. billy spent the evening curled up under a blanket not bothering to wipe away the tears dripping down his face.

by morning he’s resolved to forget the whole thing. to put it behind him. because it was stupid, and risky and childish and maybe his father was right. he’s almost convinced himself. and then he notices ink on his arm, as he reaches up to rub his eyes. messy scrawl, i bet you looked pretty crookedly written up his forearm.

he didn’t think he was able to cry any more, but he manages it.

for the first time his soulmate isn’t just a concept, or a what-if, he’s...a person. he’s a real person out there somewhere. someone who doesn’t even know billy and still wanted to reach out, to offer comfort. it’s more than he’s gotten from anyone else. even his mother. who he knows loves him, and she does her best to protect him, but when she found out about his makeup stash she just looked sad, and she’s said nothing to him about it.

but his soulmate…

can never, ever meet neil.

the thought hits him right in the chest.

whoever he is, he cares, he’s good. and neil breaks good things.

billy falls asleep that night tracing the empty space where his soulmate’s message used to be, wrapped up in worries and dreams, and terrified for someone he’s never met.

the doodles that come and go over the years are terrifying and exhilarating and billy manages to hide every single one from his father. they only ever show up during the day, and they don’t linger. something billy is both grateful for and resentful of.

sometimes he’ll watch other boys’ hands in class. check them for drawings. he thinks he’s being careful, but a girl in his chem class, becca, catches him. she says it’s only because she knew what to look for. they share a cigarette under the bleachers and she tells him about a girl who likes green eyeshadow and writes homework reminders on her wrists using stars instead of bullet points.

it takes billy six months and a couple shots of tequila to tell her about watermelon lip gloss and bet you’re pretty and they both cry when he starts to wonder if his soulmate will be disappointed that he isn’t a girl.

on a rainy april afternoon she asks him to go to a gay bar with her. he tells his father he’s going on a date. she tells her’s that she had to reschedule a tutoring session and it’ll run pretty late.

they wait til it’s dark and get ready in a dingy gas station bathroom. when she’s smearing on her eyeliner she catches sight of his face in the cloudy mirror. he wasn’t going to ask her for anything. he wouldn’t have brought it up. the twinge in his heart and a hollow feeling of longing aren’t anything new, he can deal.

he feels and empty kind of rage every time old, well-meaning relatives give max girly lip gloss kits and eyeshadow pallets and shit normal preteen girls who care about finding their soulmates actually appreciate. she always rolls her eyes and throws them away. susan will fish them out of the trash sometimes, and leave them under the bathroom sink, like if max just sees them there she’ll suddenly give a shit and start using them. like them being there does anything but taunt billy with what he can’t have.

neil watches him like a fucking hawk every time that shit comes into the house. and max doesn’t fucking care. doesn’t notice.

but becca offers.

and.

he’s not about to say no.

he should’ve said no.

it feels good at first, like it used to, it feels like freedom and he likes what he sees when he looks in the mirror, and he kisses a boy for the first time and it isn’t fireworks but it’s something, and he thinks maybe it’s going to be a good night, but then…

neil is waiting on the curb outside becca’s house. they were heading there first, because her parents wouldn’t notice, she said it would be fine, she has makeup remover he can use, he can clean up and head home and everything was supposed to be okay, except. it wasn’t.

it’s the last time he sees becca. neil tells her parents what was actually going on, and she isn’t allowed to visit him in the hospital.

and then six months of rehab, one rushed wedding and a big ugly sold sign later, neil carts them off to hawkins, indi-fucking-ana. as a “family.”

billy was certain this town would be nothing but a prison. it’d be somewhere he’d never find a place to be himself, neil would make sure of that. there wasn’t a single thing to like about this place and its bullshit small town sensibilities. for all the open space it might as well have been stone walls and steel bars.

except.

except...here was a boy with soft eyes and nimble fingers, who gets a little wrinkle between his brows when he concentrates, and is always moving, fidgeting, fiddling with zippers and touching his elbows and looking at him makes billy itch. to touch, to soothe, to take, and…

things get complicated when aimless blue waves scrawl up billy’s arm. when steve follows him out into the parking lot. calls him pretty to his face. and suddenly billy’s eight years old and realizing this shit is real. terrified of what that could mean. spinning fragile dreams like spider’s silk, hard to shake but easy to destroy.

even entertaining the idea of putting on makeup while he’s still in hawkins is stupid and dangerous, but goddamn if he hasn’t risked more for less.

he’s sure he’ll regret it. like he’s regretted every other desperate bid for freedom. but when faced with steve harrington’s smile, he can’t find it in himself to say no.

(edit: pt3 here)

#harringrove ficlet #harringrove #billy hargrove #stranger things #soulmate au #a raven's writing desk #another part is coming #cuuuz #this was getting way too long kdfljgk #i had to split it up cuz the other stuff i wanted to write is. definitely just gonna be a whole nother post to itself lol

[bloody-wonder]

Wait I wanna hear how aftg deconstructs that narrative

well basically by making character development more subtle and letting the characters keep their personalities

in the hands of a less attentive author - somebody who relies on tropes, somebody who wants to publish traditionally - andrew would’ve had an arc much more palatable to the maintream reader, an arc that may or may not involve apologizing to the people he offended and attacked, having to redeem himself in some way and his personality changing to the point of being unrecognizable - all in the name of demonstrating “healing”. instead andrew’s arc is much more nuanced: it doesn’t involve becoming “nice” or “normal”, other characters aren’t framed as an authority that he has to redeem himself to, the narrative doesn’t force him to conform in order to get respect, understanding and love. instead of having him try to integrate back into society nora says “fuck the society” and gives him neil who bc of his “unconventional” upbringing doesn’t have the same prejudices or expectations as the rest of the characters and therefore is uniquely positioned to understand andrew and meet him halfway. the development andrew goes through has more to do with taking the leap of faith and trusting another person once again as well as with learning to let people go. as a result, at the end of the story he isn’t any less complex or flawed but he is a much happier person, and instead of showing us how he will maybe change in the future nora ends the story after a crucial moment letting each reader imagine the kind of development they’d prefer and can relate to the most.

looks like it’s a common belief that all people are soft on the inside and when some trauma makes them hard and mean they have to just “heal” back to their normal soft selves. based on some reviews and fanon interpretations this is what some (many?) of the fans wanted andrew to do. but he would never! he, who rejoices in telling no to people who want him to change and responds positively only to people who accept him as he is. nora makes other characters show andrew kindness and respect first and she never makes him apologize or seek forgiveness. it probably shouldn’t feel so groundbreaking and yet it does to me.

#andrew minyard #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg mine #aftg ask #thematically laurent's arc is about uncovering his inner softie through the power of love #while andrew's is about finding his place in the world and getting respect and understanding while staying true to yourself

[strangerthings4theories]

The Demogorgon Is Billy’s Dark Reflection

At first glance, the Demogorgon seems irrelevant to the question of whether or not Billy’s coming back. But as I aim to prove, it has everything to do with it. 

Stranger Things deals heavily in the theme of reflections and opposites. Characters are designed to mirror each other, embody the opposite of each other, and sometimes both at once. Hell, the Upside Down is presented as a reflection of the real world. Literally.

(Damn. They ain’t subtle.)

By the term “dark reflection,” I mean a relationship like that between the Upside Down and the real world. The two are almost exact copies; the Upside Down has all the same landmarks, down to Will’s fort in the woods. But the Upside Down has been corrupted by the Mind Flayer, its inhabitants turned into unthinking monsters.

It’s like us. But it’s everything we hate about ourselves, everything we’re afraid of becoming.

When we probe relationships between characters, we find that pattern replicated across the board. I don’t have room to explore it in full here. However, Billy and the Demogorgon are one of the most obvious examples.

With the exception of El, the main character of the show, no one else has been compared to the Demogorgon like Billy has.

>>Billy fills the “monster” role in S3 that the Demogorgon filled in S1.

In S1, the Demogorgon stalks the inhabitants of Hawkins, kidnapping and killing them. In S2, we find out Demogorgons do not act alone, but are the puppets of a greater monster: the Mind Flayer. 

In S3, the Mind Flayer possesses Billy, turning him into His puppet. Billy then stalks the inhabitants of Hawkins, kidnapping and taking them to his master, which ultimately results in their deaths.

In S3, the Demogorgon wears a human face.

>>Like the Demogorgon, Billy is the puppet of a greater monster... even before he’s possessed.

Max tells us as much in Runaway Max when she’s watching Billy beat the life out of Steve:

I remembered how it had felt the first time I’d watched the Hargroves in action. Neil standing over Billy with the belt in his hand. Neil calling me a stupid little girl for having the guts to try to stop him. Making it so clear that he thought I was small and weak and pointless. And knowing Neil believed that still wasn’t as bad as the way Billy had hated me for trying to help him. He was damaged. Broken, maybe. And even if he’d been coherent enough to argue with, it wouldn’t make a difference. I understood now that Neil was in his head, and that meant he was just as dangerous as his father. (p 218)

This implies not only that Billy is the Demogorgon, but also that Neil is the Mind Flayer. The ramifications of that idea are... oof. Just oof.

Remember the definition of “dark reflection” that I gave you. A dark reflection is something that’s like us, but represents what we hate or fear most about ourselves.

The Demogorgon is Billy’s dark reflection because it represents his fear of losing his humanity to an abuser. 

>>Runaway Max draws on the grossest scene in S2 to give us a Billy/Demogorgon parallel.

In S2, Dustin finds a baby Demogorgon and names it D’Artagnan. At first Dart seems harmless. Then he molts and, in a scene I hate to watch, eats Dustin’s cat.

Keep in mind that Dustin’s cat is orange.

In Runaway Max, Billy seems harmless at first. Then, in a flashback to California, we’re told of the day Billy “molts.” 

One afternoon, he’s hanging out with Max and his buddies Wayne and Sid on the scrubby hill behind the Hargrove house. He’s bored and pissed at Sid for besting him on a history paper. Pulling out his lighter, he starts playing with it.

We learn there’s a corpse of a cat nearby:

There was a dead cat that had been lying under one of the sweet pea bushes for a while. A mangy orange tom with one white foot. (p 63)

Billy stalks over to it with his lighter. In a “hard, bright” voice, he talks about giving the cat a “Viking funeral.” Then, over Max and Sid’s protests, he drenches the corpse in butane and lights it on fire. The flames race down the hill, and the others have to stomp them out before they spiral out of control.

Max notes Billy’s reaction:

Billy just watched, standing over the burning cat, smiling that small, tight smile he got when something seemed funny to him....

After that, I knew.

Not that Billy was crazy or out of control, exactly - it wasn’t like the cat had been alive. But the fact that he’d done it meant something. (p 67)

Yeah, this scene means something, alright. Symbolically, Billy - a baby Demogorgon - has just eaten a cat. And, like Dustin with Dart, Max realizes he’s a monster in the making.

>>The show’s plot and cinematography choices emphasize the Billy/Demogorgon connection.

1) El first meets them in the Void. They’re both crouching, and literally or symbolically feasting, as she approaches from the right.

2) They stalk after the kids, shoulders hunched. In the Demogorgon’s case, the kids are trapped. In Billy’s case, he thinks he’s trapping the kids, but they turn the tables on him.

3) When the Demogorgon is activated, a crack rips through the tile wall of the lab. When Billy is activated, we see cracked tiles on the wall behind him.

4) El pins them against the wall with her powers. Then she screams in their faces before she deals the “death blow.” In the climactic shot, she’s on the left, they’re on the right. Mike and/or her friends are behind her.

All of that ^ is the equivalent of the Duffers banging pots and pans. “Hey guys! Billy is like the Demogorgon! The Demogorgon is like Billy!” When I first noticed it, it told me to look for other examples of “mirroring.” Do we get any other shots that juxtapose the two?

Turns out we do. Oh my god, we do.

Study this pair of shots very, very carefully.

In the first, the Demogorgon is approaching the Byers' house. It's in the center of the frame, moving straight toward us. We see woods in the background; a lamp post is on the left side.

In the second, Billy is running away from the sauna. He's in the center of the frame, moving directly away from us. We see woods in the background; a lamp post is on the right side.

I’ve already talked about how the Upside Down is the deep sea. However, it is ALSO the woods. In fairytales, the woods are a place of mystery and monsters. Some of the most famous tales happen there, such as Little Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretel. (If you want to read more about this topic, here’s a Wikipedia article to get you started. Also a cool article on Medium)

With that in mind, we can describe this pair of shots as follows:

In the first, the Demogorgon is emerging from the Upside Down.

In the second, Billy is going to the Upside Down.

Interesting, right? Ah, but that’s only half of the story.

Study this pair now and tell me what you see.

Yep... they’re related.

In the second shot, Billy is swimming into the ocean. It’s the last glimpse we have of his young, happy self before the Mind Flayer kills him. He’s in the center of the frame, moving directly away from us, just like the first shot.

With that in mind, we could say...

In the first, he’s going to the Upside Down in its ‘woods’ manifestation.

In the second - OUR LAST GLIMPSE OF YOUNG BILLY BEFORE HE DIES - he’s going to the Upside Down in its ‘ocean’ manifestation.

Interesting how we've only seen him leave. Yet we have this iconic image of the Demogorgon, his “dark reflection,” emerging from the Upside Down and coming to us.

I have a spooky vibe, y'all, that we're missing a final shot.

And we're going to see Billy... 

coming to us... 

from the water.

I have so much more to unpack here, but this post has gone on long enough! In future posts, I’ll lay out more evidence suggesting Billy will return from the water. I’ll also explore the mythological implications. They’re mind-blowing :3

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P.S. I mentioned El has a unique relationship to the Demogorgon too. I’ll try to explain that eventually~~

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The “Billy Is Alive” Meta Series (So Far)

Billy Is Not a ‘B’ Character In Stranger Things

The First Rule of Analyzing Stranger Things: The Upside Down Is Symbolized By Water

The Lifeguard And The Rip Current: Our First Big Hint That Billy Is Alive

Why Haven’t We Seen Dacre On Set?

Frequently Asked Questions

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[palmett-hoes]

We Need To Talk About Kevin

excuse the silly title, but it’s time for another long character analysis, this time on a character who holds a complicated place in the fandom consciousness: kevin

like every other character in aftg, i have a lot of criticisms for the way that the fandom tends to characterize kevin, because i feel like it tends to reduce a very complicated character down into very binary terms, that of either anal-retentive comic relief or a perfect, underappreciated innocent, both of which ignore his important flaws and the nuance of his character arc throughout the trilogy

now this meta is probably going to sound very, very critical of kevin, as i am focusing on his flaws. but i want to be clear that i don’t hate kevin, i don’t even dislike him. in fact i far prefer the deeply “problematic” kevin from canon to the highly sanitized version in the fandom, just like i prefer my andrew violent and unethical, my neil rude and messy, and my upperclassmen ableist and permissibly homophobic

one thing i really LOVE about aftg is how hypocritical every character is, because it’s honest. they all stand for something but fall a little flat of it in practice. they all hold the people around them to standards they don’t hold themselves to

they’re not simple characters. they reflect their trauma in ways that are not pretty or harmless, and they even reflect wider societal flaws that may not be logical or justifiable.

just like i do.

just like you do.

just like real people do.

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so with that all squared away: kevin

let’s start with this: what is the essence of kevin’s character? what does he stand for? what is he about? when you simplify him out into a single idea, what is he?

answers will vary, but for me, kevin is an analysis of the idea that you can have everything, you can be rich and famous and talented and immensely lucky on top of it all, and you can still be abused

neil repeats this idea over and over. how he’s jealous of kevin. how he resents kevin. how he wishes he were kevin. because kevin had everything and neil had nothing

remember this?

and this?

and this?

kevin the star. kevin the sensation. kevin the media darling.

lucky kevin, talented kevin, beloved kevin

and then neil gets a little bit closer and learns that that’s not the whole story. kevin was isolated, his worth tied to his performance, his whole personhood tied to exy. the perfect boy who was forbidden from being too perfect, who had to walk on eggshells so as not to incur the wrath of his brother and guardian

but at the same time that doesn’t totally erase everything he did have

i think the fandom focuses a lot on kevin’s inferiority complex from being assigned second best, and not nearly as much on the idea that kevin was SECOND BEST, above everyone else

the fact that kevin had power and sway in the nest makes us deeply uncomfortable, because it complicates kevin’s status as a victim, but it’s the truth. kevin was the third most powerful person in the nest, above dozens of ravens, and not even an owned person like jean

we should attempt to reckon with the fact that kevin was not a passive player in the ravens’ power structure, but someone who was actively involved and benefited from it. the ravens were his pawns, too. his subordinates, there to critique and punish as he saw fit. they weren’t his equals and he didn’t have to view them as fellow people

even if you choose not to believe that kevin took advantage of this power in the way riko did, you still have to accept that it very much shaped his perception and way of connecting with others, which is obvious in how he interacts with the foxes

so let’s talk about kevin and his superiority complex

kevin is arrogant, self-centered, and entitled

it’s not all he is. he has other, better qualities. he’s dedicated, passionate, and - in his own way - caring. that doesn’t ERASE his flaws however

kevin believes himself to be correct 100% of the time. he thinks that his methods and his opinions should work for everyone simply because they work for him, and he tries heavily to push them onto other people. andrew remarks that neil will drive himself crazy trying to do things the way kevin tells him to, because he is simply a different kind of player than kevin. kevin’s methodology will never work for neil no matter how hard he tries and will just end up holding himself back if he keeps trying

andrew notices this, not kevin, because kevin believes that neil is simply not trying hard enough to do things the “right” way.

neil.

who tries harder than anyone to live up to kevin’s standards

he’s worse with the rest of the foxes, who unlike neil do not accept his methods unquestionably and don’t do backflips to make him happy.

the foxes recognize that kevin is talented and could have valuable things to teach them. kevin however thinks that he should have absolute authority over their training because his methods are “superior.” he thinks the foxes fail because they don’t listen to him and conform their playing styles to him

kevin also only approaches the upperclassmen on the court, and even there only with criticism and derision. he has never made any attempt to befriend them or get to know them in any way. he doesn’t need a rapport with them, he’s entitled to their obedience simply because he’s Kevin Day, The Son of Exy, The Best And Most Talented Of Them All

i’ve also written meta before about the assumptions kevin makes in his relationship with andrew. they have a deal that kevin will give andrew something to live for after he graduates. kevin, being who he is, decides that this thing MUST and WILL be exy, no matter how directly or indirectly andrew tells him this isn’t what he wants.

yet kevin never considers an alternative. he never asks andrew what he might want or never attempts to find anything else for him. they spend nearly every second of every day within arms reach of each other, yet kevin has never taken a moment to pay attention to andrew’s interests or preferences, anything that makes him tick. they know almost nothing personal about each other because kevin doesn’t believe any of that matters in giving andrew a future that makes him want to live. no. if it works for kevin it must work for everyone else. if kevin wants it everyone else must want it too

kevin’s relationships often become exclusionary. first with andrew, which i’ve just discussed. then with neil, kevin continually vies for more and more of his time, without regard for his health or concern for any other part of his life. he leaves neil with minimal time for school, pushes their practices late into the night depriving him of sleep, and discourages his efforts to spend time and make connections with the upperclassmen

now if at any point while reading this you, reader, wanted to argue that these things are because of the nest and kevin’s raven indoctrination, yes, you’re absolutely right, they are. it’s abundantly clear where and how each of these qualities developed, but once again, that doesn’t mean they’re not present. in fact, the clear connection between kevin’s flaws and his trauma is a sign of good character writing, showing the multiple dimensions of how our environments and experiences shape us

kevin’s anxiety, his obsessiveness, and his fear all come from the nest, but so does his condescension, his self-involvement, and his overbearing nature.

kevin was raised in a cult, but he was also from the very highest level of it. he comes from immense privilege in terms of his wealth, his influence, his fame, and his access to resources. materially, kevin has wanted for very little in his life, and his entitlement is very prominent in his character. none of this cancels out the abuse he suffered, but it’s also something i very rarely see addressed outside of being hinted at vaguely in a jokingly dismissive manner.

in fact, i often see takes on kevin that fully deny he has these traits at all, and that annoys me. i don’t like to see these wonderfully round characters flattened out, and there’s a particular irritating irony out of changing or misinterpreting a character’s personality in order to make them more palatable or more sympathetic in a series about how even people traumatized in unsympathetic ways are still deserving of help and decency

so

kevin can be a little morally gray,, as a treat

#aftg #tfc #kevin day #kandreil #kevaaron #txt #meta #character analysis #my posts #cw cult #cw abuse mention

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At The End of The Day

pairing: tsukishima kei × reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: fluff, pining!tsukki

warnings: timeskip tsukishima, ooc tsukishima maybe(?) He's just so in love with you okay :(

The night was getting colder, the sky already a pretty shade of black, and the moon hung over their heads with a smile. Tsukishima took this as a good sign as if the moon smiling is a green light to pursue his plan. He looks over to you, your eyes distant and looking straight ahead, you were bracing yourself under the blazer he lent you. The view was astonishing. Under you and him the city was busy, flashes of light twinkling brightly, almost nearly outshining the bright stars above. The breeze was noisy as well, blowing your and his hair. But the warmness of Tsukishima’s heart was enough not to completely freeze him over, he was more worried about you though. But after a few stolen, glances he figured you were all right. The rooftop was your favorite, you've gotten used to it.

It's been silent between the two of you. You always fill in the quiet with your antics and puns and dumb realizations, but Tsukki supposes that’s why he was oddly fond of you after a week of knowing you first year in high school.

It’s been years since he concluded he was in love with you. Specifically three, but if he ever mentions the exact number he feels like a hopeless idiot. If he told you about that, would you call him so? He’d never know unless he confesses.

Tsukishima tightens his grip on the metal railings, his knuckles turning white. He bites his lower lip, nearly making it bleed. He’s nervous, he’s scared but he’s willing to push through it. All for you.

Tsukishima steals yet another yearning glance at you, this time his head snaps forward when you caught him red-handed cheeks turn a bit red before he sniffs and got a hold of himself. You laugh gently at his uncharacteristic expression.

“Something bothering you?” you ask, taking one or two steps closer to him. Any more he’d explode.

“Nothing,” Tsukishima lies. And you know this because you always have this certain facial expression where you’re unsure of his answer; one well-defined eyebrow rise, the bridge of your nose scrunched slightly, and your lips on a pout. You always were adorable when you were sure he was lying.

“Well, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Sometimes Tsukki wishes you knew how close he held you in regard, how he won’t get upset if you push him further into questioning. Hell, he’d tell you the truth right away.

But you turn away, leaving him be and respecting his privacy, eyes back forward and thoughts miles away.

Tsukishima follows where you were looking, and he wonders what you were thinking. The future? The past? The inevitable fall of humanity and the universe?

Him?

Tsukishima would very much like to know if you’d thought of him. He won’t hesitate to tell you he’s thinking of you, too. Most days you never go away from his mind. He wants you to think of him right now as he’s thinking of you, too. But Tsukishima thinks that’s not the case. You never look so troubled when you were thinking of a person unless you worried.

Tsukishima nudges your elbow with his, and finally, he looks at you straight in the eyes, flushing lightly as always. “What’s bothering you?” He asks, his mouth in a straight line, seemingly uncaring.

“Nothing, just—” you sigh deeply, shoulders falling. Tsukki holds his breath, maybe it would be you that confesses? He always thought you liked him back. Tsukki waits as your gaze flutter from the city below then finally to his honeysuckle eyes. “I don’t know if I’d rather wake up in the middle of a war or the middle of a zombie apocalypse.”

He mentally slapped himself for assuming you’d be the first to say something sentimental.

Of course, he thought to himself disappointingly. On a daily, you weren’t even worried about important things like school or true love. You were thinking of choices you’d likely choose in a situation that would never happen, like the zombie apocalypse you mentioned.

You don’t think of me much, do you?

Tsukishima tries to hide his disdain. “I thought you said you had a plan when the zombies come.”

“Yeah, but I mean, like at the beginning of every zombie apocalypse movie, y’know. Like when they start growing in rapid numbers, and the panic rising out of people, the raging undead and their unquenchable thirst for human blood. As in the part where they just start flooding in.” you were very dramatic in using hand gestures. “I don’t know what I would do if that suddenly happened.

“That would never happen,” said Tsukki and you frown, and he smirks, always enjoying irking you. “Neil D. Tyson already said so.”

“Thank God. But still—if it could, what would you rather wake up in the middle of, Tsukki?” you ask him, leaning closer again and his heart palpates. “War or the apocalypse?”

He pretends he’s thinking hard, then he just shrugs nonchalantly, then you whine and tell him how he’s such a killjoy. If he were honest and cheesy, whatever situation he’d suddenly wake up to, Tsukishima wouldn’t hesitate to protect you in either one.

“Women can’t fight in a war, pick war,” Tsukki said, and he smirks again as you scoff and roll your eyes.

“You know how much I’m brave.” Oh, he knows alright. You were intensely afraid of heights, yet look where your favorite spot in the whole world is. “I wouldn’t think twice to enlist,” you said, chest puffed out. “’sides, it’s the 21st century, Tsukki, equality is much softer now. It's indulged..”

“And?” Tsukki encourages you to go on as it looked like you wanted to add something.

“War is worse than hell. I’m fine laying down my life for what’s right, but I’m not ok with children dying or starving, or widows crying over their dead husbands or wives, or old people going cripple. I don’t like seeing good people get hurt.”

God, you were always such a fucking wholehearted, good, kind, courageous, generous person. He loves you so fucking much it hurts to think you’d sacrifice your life for the people you don’t even know.

“Always such a martyr, aren’t you?” you punch Tsukishima on his shoulder. He only laughs at your feeble attempt to hurt him. When you push yourself away to frown again, Tsukki softens. “If you think those kinds of people don’t deserve to die you need to know that you don’t deserve it, too. Fuck dying for the country. Wars are bullshit.” Tsukki had to cut out the part where he’d say he’d want you to hide with him. Later, he tells himself, it's too early.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you said.

“I have never been.”

“Shut up, jackass.”

“You first, dumbass.”

After a few petty insults are thrown at each other you both settle down with Tsukishima letting you win. He doesn’t care if you call him a salty bitch, as long as he gets to see you grin triumphantly after.

Then it was silent again. The wind was stronger this time. One blow and you gripped Tsukishima’s blazer and winced as you took the cold bite. Tsukishima wanted to wrap his arms around you to keep you warm, uncaring of the fact he was cold, too. Very. He had nothing else on besides his thick sweater, apparently not thick enough. Tsukishima wanted to lead you downstairs, back to the party which he’s sure has died down by now. It was nearly 2 in the morning.

But before you two could go he wanted to say something first. Confess before another perfect moment like this slips from his fingers. He looks at you, and you’re so gorgeous. Your hair is a perfect mess behind your head. Your cheeks are flushed, and you kept wetting your lips as the cold had dried them. The city lights shadowed perfectly on the half bottom of your face, the stars mirrored in your eyes. You were serene, too. Seemingly enjoying this time. This time with him.

It was either now or never.

“I love you,” he told you. Except he told the wind instead as another harsh blow blew on the rooftop. You and him wince simultaneously, but both for very different reasons. You hadn’t heard him, that was obvious, because you hadn’t as much reacted any differently. Tsukishima knows you weren’t pretending to not hear him either. Unlike him, you weren’t mean. You would even acknowledge the ignored person who tried to relay a message across a group with a curt nod, and an inviting smile—you listened, as Tsukishima was the reason for that person being reluctant in talking.

Tsukishima frowns, his heart falling. Above him, the smiling moon disappears behind a gray cloud, a red light. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night after all. Maybe no night was the night. But it would be stupid of him to give up after one try. Tsukishima would never forgive himself for letting you go so easily. He knows at the end of the day it’d always be you he loves. He knows he’ll follow his heart to you even though it would break sometimes.

Jesus, he thought. Love is frightening.

A few months later was another perfect moment to tell you Tsukishima’s true feelings. He had just come home from his night shift from the museum, coffee in his hands yet he was still tired and exhausted, but when he saw you sitting down in front of his apartment door, waiting, he smiles to himself.

Once you sensed him, you looked up from the floor you were sitting on, eyes huge and jade. Most people compare eyes to oceans or galaxies. Not your eyes though, they reminded Tsukishima of his favorite thing. Glancing down and his tiny plastic toy dinosaur, and then sliding further down to your green eyes. Tsukishima realized that’s probably why he felt so awake when he was with you. You were like a loud inspiring roar in the morning.

You had plans, you told him. There was a spot in the park, though you suppose it wasn’t even part of the park anymore. There was a forest, more natural than man-made, just beside the park. And when you were bored one day, you ventured through it and found the most amazing spot to view the sky. There were no outside noises, not another human has found it, you prided yourself in that. There were lots of pests and insects though, which was why you brought with you two huge blankets.

So there you two were, beneath the galaxy, feeling small and vulnerable to alien sight. But it was utterly beautiful.

The two of you lie on top of a small hill covered in grass and pretty flowers, there were trees around but it was a clearing where you and he were at. Looking up it was as if the sky was moving and the stars were burning bright. He held your hand shamelessly. And he thanked every God listening when you didn’t pull away, instead you wrapped it firmly as if you’d be taken by a UFO and he’d be your only grip to this Earth.

“Did you see that, Tsukki?” you asked, flabbergasted. You had to let go of his hand to prop yourself up and point to the violet sky. “I think I saw an alien ship!”

“They’re coming to get you,” Tsukishima said. Leaning on his elbow to snicker at you. “Their long-lost family.”

You punch him on his shoulders and he laughs. It’s been years but Tsukishima knows his saltiness isn’t going anywhere.

You lie down again, Tsukishima does the same but this time he can’t hold your hand, not when it's clasped with your other hand and laying on top of your stomach. He hides the fact he’s a tad bitter about that.

“Did you know,” you began, Tsukishima turns to you, intently listening because the stars have never captured him like the way it captured you anyway. What he felt about you, you felt in the infinite universe. Tsukishima’s fine being a close second. “Most people forget dinosaurs have ears because dinosaur ears don’t have bones.”

Tsukishima glares at you incredulously. First of all, how dare you question his lengthy knowledge about dinosaurs. Second, he knows for a fact that’s not true and that you stole it off a kid’s show you watch every fall.

“And that’s a rock fact!” you said, proud and overjoyed. But of what? You didn’t get to fool him successfully.

“No, it’s not, you idiot.” Tsukishima went his way to flick your forehead harshly. When he pulls his hand away you nearly bit off a finger.

Feral bitch, Tsukishima thought affectionately.

“Ok, fine, how about—” you trail off, a finger tapping on your chin, eyes darting from one dead star to another. “Most books on witchcraft tell you witches work naked.” Tsukishima knows which show you got this from off, too. “And that’s because most books on witchcraft are written by men.”

"Now, that I won’t deny.”

The two of you laughed lightly before looking back up again, heart alight. This time, Tsukishima stares at the stars, trying to find reason why you were so smitten with it as he was with you. He tries to find something in between the spaces of dead stars and see if there’s something like that in him, too. So that maybe you can love him as much as you loved the infinitesimal. He doesn’t find anything, unfortunately, he’s distracted by your harmonious humming.

“Tsukki,” his heart skips a beat. You say his name so magically it's hypnotic. He didn’t think he’d fall in love further just by the way you say his name.

“Yeah, y/n?” he cringes at how soft he sounded.

He looks at you, glazes over your direction to see you already looking at him. And his body is on fire. There was something different with you, with the way you look back at him. Something entirely different.

Finally, Tsukishima thought, staring deeper into your glossy eyes, you’re looking at me like I’m something you love, like I put the stars in your sky.

“I love you.”

And the moon in him explodes.

“I love you, too.”

And it’s the end of the day. You’re still and always will be the one that he wants

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyu x reader