#billy blizzard

[odlaw-iz-here]

Forgor I had other fandoms, but I also fw Yokai Watch, Pokemon, and Cookie Run (to an extent)... and another series that got a cartoon in 1991; Rupert!

Matter of, I have a son from that fandom; Billy Blizzard!

And a lil AU/Headcanons abt him. Still have other stuff to work on, and I know the fandom is really small to the point it only exists in the UK as a fanclub. NottomentionitsnotthatkindoffandombutwhogivestwoshitsMYHYPERFIXATIONNOTYOURS Anyway, would anyone be intrested in me going on tangets abt another hyperfixation?

[princessacexsnake]

The Gangreen Gang all at a casino while enjoying Dairy Queen ice cream here!

Made by me! (x)

[wonderjanga]

Billy’s Homelessness

Being a homeless kid has its perks, Billy supposes. He’s picked up tips and tricks from other kids and even adults during his time. It’s practically second nature to him at this point. Only thing is, the fact that it’s second nature in the first place is what can come back to bite him in the future.

Like lock picking. He’s good at it, and it’s not something he’s particularly proud of, but it’s helped him when he’s needed it most. He’s gotten shelter from blizzards, sleet, and rain with this skill. That’s why when Billy, Flash, GL, and Supes got locked in an all yellow room with red sun lamps and a locked door.

Supes, GL, and Flash: *all discussing how to get out* Marvel: *leans down in front of the keyhole of the door*

Supes: “Alright Flash, vibrate through the door-”

Marvel: “Done!” *opens door*

*silence*

GL: “How’d you do that?”

Marvel: “I picked the lock.” *walks out and immediately gets shot in the face by one of the guards*

Then there’s pickpocketing. He’s also unfortunately good at this. Freddy says he’s better though. Billy isn’t about to make a contest out of it. Batman found out about this particular talent when both him and Billy went undercover for a mission to uncover the scheme of some foreign politician.

Batman: *as Bruce Wayne* “That’s the man.” *subtly gestures to him*

Marvel: “Him? Okay… What do you wanna do?”

Batman: “First, we need to properly identify-”

Marvel: “Oh, okay.” *walks over to the man, passes him, then comes back to Bruce* “Here.” *places the man’s wallet in Bruce’s hand*

Batman: “…that he was involved in the crimes.”

Marvel: “Oh.”

*silence*

Batman: *opens the wallet anyways and starts looking through it*

Marvel: “Do you want me to put it back?”

Batman: *puts one finger up to Marvel’s face while he continues looking through the wallet*

Marvel: *deflates slightly* “Oh, okay.”

Batman: *pulls out a clue from the wallet* “Put this back, chum.”

Marvel: *scurries off to put the wallet back*

Bruce then heavily lamented how Marvel knew how to pickpocket so well. Cause the thing is, Marvel’s like six feet tall. (Had to make him a little shorter guys. My bad.) A man like that had no business doing that so well in a bright red sweater and yellow hat.

Then, there’s the avoiding cops. He rarely sticks around for them. He does not mess with them. He’s had too many bad experiences as Billy for it to translate well to Marvel. Whenever one tries to talk to him, he’ll say the bare minimum as politely as he can and fly off. Sometimes, if he knows it’s a cop who’s harsher on the homeless than most, he’ll act polite(passive aggressive) and then give them a nice, firm(crushing) handshake. One such incident was when a cop asked for a photo:

Cop A and Marvel: *posing for a photo by shaking hands*

Marvel: *smiling at the camera, his grip tightening on the hand*

Cop A: *awkward laugh* “That’s a tight grip you got there, Captain.”

Marvel: *lightens his grip, looking down to Cop A’s name tag: Richard* (This isn’t Nightwing guys) “My bad, dick.”

Cop A: “Excuse me?”

Marvel: “Oh no no no, not like “dick,” Dick.” *grip tightens again* “Not like some spineless, lowlife piece of shit from the bottom of my boot that gets scraped off onto a bigger pile of shit, kind of dick.” *smiles the whole time as he speaks* “No, like your name, officer, Dick.”

Cop A: “I prefer Richard.”

Cop B: *takes photo*

Also, anybody who gets that reference gets a kiss. Man or woman. It doesn’t matter. I don’t make the rules. By the way, someone definitely recorded that entire interaction and #passiveaggressivecap ended up trending on twitter.

Then, there’s the time Supes came over to Fawcett to hang out. They were chilling on a rooftop talking when down below they both saw a teenager steal food from a seller.

Supes: *doesn’t see Marvel move* “Aren’t you gonna stop that kid?”

Marvel: “Uh… no. He’s homeless. He clearly needs it more than we do.”

Supes: *blinks rapidly but then remembers he’s not in Metropolis and can’t really tell Marvel how to run his city* “Okay then.”

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

2024

12/12: Candlelight and Collaring - Aemond Targaryen

13/12: Presents and Praise Kink - Billy Washington

14/12: Blizzard and Blowjob - Ettore

15/12: Mulled Wine and Mutual Masturbation - Michael Gavey

16/12: Fireplace and Face Fucking - Tom Bennett

17/12: Tinsel and Talking Dirty - modern!Aemond Targaryen

18/12: Board Games and Breath Play - Ettore

19/12: Holly and Hair Pulling - Tom Bennett

20/12: Stockings and Sex Toys - modern!Aemond Targaryen

21/12: Dressing Up and Dry Humping - Michael Gavey

22/12: Party and Position Changes - Aemond Targaryen

23/12: Home Videos and Voyeurism - Billy Washington

Prompt List by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

2023 Smuffmas!

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Melt with You

Pairing: Billy Taylor (The Halcyon) x f!reader Warnings: Smut, oral sex (m receiving) Word count: ~3k

Summary: Snowed in at the Halcyon, Billy and his girlfriend have to find ways to keep themselves occupied. Can be read as a second part to Sweeter Than This, but also works as a standalone.

Author's note: Day three of Smuffmas - blizzard and blow job. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She has had a spring in her step all day long. From the moment she stepped out of her front door that morning, and felt the first chilly flakes of snowfall upon her cheeks, to the beds she has stripped throughout the day, she hasn’t been able to shift the smile from her face, or the excited flutters from her belly – she has the house to herself this evening, and Billy is coming over.

From the moment her and Billy’s relationship had progressed from friends to something more, they had struggled to find alone time together. With Billy kept busy on the anti aircraft guns down at the army barracks, and her working long shifts at the Halcyon, finding a free moment was almost impossible. Their living situations didn’t help matters either; both lived with their mums. On the occasions when Peggy would work a night shift on the hotel switchboard, she would go over to Billy’s, but their evenings together usually consisted of looking after his little sister.

When things grew heated between them, it was always a stolen moment on a break in one of the rooms she had yet to turn down. They had never spent a full night together, and still hadn’t had sex, though after six months of courting, she wasn’t sure she was quite ready for that. Her mind often wandered to the first time he had brought her to peak on his tongue, the memory making her core throb with want and her skin grow heated. Billy had done it twice more since then, and she was eager to make him feel just as good without going all the way. She just didn’t know how.

It had been Kate who had suggested she return the favour. “You know you can use your mouth on him too?” she’d suggested as they had been folding clean sheets and towels.

She’d felt her cheeks blaze with embarrassment as her eyes had widened. “You mean…put his…his thing in my mouth?!”

Kate had laughed, playfully flicking a pillowcase at her. “You needn’t act so bloody daft, you seem quite happy to be on the receiving end.”

She sighed, her hands pausing mid fold and looked shyly up at her fellow maid. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t know how. What if I get it wrong and he laughs at me?”

“Billy? Laugh at you?” she had scoffed, “he would never. He’ll think all of his Christmases have come at once. It’s called a ‘blow job’.”

“How do you know so much about it?”

“I was seeing a fella who’s a pilot. He taught me how. I can tell you how to do it, if you want?”

She had chewed her lip anxiously, the very idea of discussing something so intimate made her incredibly embarrassed, but at the same time she was curious, and if she was going to do this for Billy, she wanted to make sure she did it right. Finally, she had nodded her assent and for the next twenty minutes the pair of them had giggled and spoken in hushed whispers as Kate had explained precisely what she did when orally pleasing a man.

Tonight, she was planning to put what she had learned into practice. Her mum was working a night shift at the factory, Billy had the night off from the barracks, and Peggy wasn’t working the Halcyon’s switchboard, meaning he wouldn’t be needed to babysit. She was due to finish her shift at 6pm, then Billy would meet her in the hotel lobby and they would walk back to hers. An entire evening together, she couldn’t wait.

She was jittery with excitement by the time she finished for the day, her hands shook as she changed out of her black and white maid’s uniform and into a green, collared dress with an A-line skirt. Kate had let her borrow her expensive Elizabeth Arden lipstick in the shade ‘Montezuma red’, stating “you want his attention to be drawn to your lips, trust me”. She applied a liberal coat to her lips, taken aback by how the bright crimson did indeed draw all attention to her mouth as she stared in the mirror.

She hurried from the staff room in the back, her coat and bag slung over her arm, before she could give herself the chance to change her mind and wipe it all off.

Billy was sitting in one of the foyer's plush leather armchairs as she walked out, and her face lit up the moment she saw him, a wide smile spreading across her face. He was out of his uniform too, having swapped his olive green jacket and trousers for a white collared shirt beneath a grey woolen jumper and brown slacks. His hair was slicked back with Brylcreem, though a few strands had fallen loose around his temples. He looked so handsome, and it was nice that for once they could just be themselves together; her and Billy, not the maid and the soldier.

His jaw fell agape as he finally turned to look at her, his eyes travelling from her head to her toes and back again, before he stood to greet her. “Wow…you look…wow.”

She giggled, glad she stuck with the lipstick as she watched him flush a deep shade of pink. “Ready to get out of here?” she asked, “I know I am.”

He nodded, grabbing his coat from the arm of the chair as she started to put her own on. “Yeah, might have to mind how we go though,” he gestured towards the bottoms of his trousers, which she could now see were damp, “snow was coming down pretty heavy when I walked here an hour ago.”

“You got here an hour ago?” She asked with a playful smile.

Billy busied himself with putting his coat on, an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “Was excited to see ya.”

She’s about to respond, to tell him how sweet he is, when the hotel’s chief concierge, Feldman, walks in from outside, his footsteps clicking against the polished floors. He dusts white flakes from the lapels of his jacket as he walks, stopping when he sees them both. 

“You’re not both going out in that, are you?” He asks, a look of genuine concern causing his brows to pinch together.

She nods. “Billy’s gonna walk me home.”

“In this weather?” Feldman says, “I hardly think so.”

“Just a bit of snow, Mr. Feldman,” Billy retorts, “we’ll be alright.”

“Look outside,” the chief concierge tells them, gesturing towards the doors, “there’s a blizzard. We’ve had three no shows already because of it.”

She hurries towards the main doors of the hotel, struggling to push them open against the force of the wind. Peering out, she can see a thick blanket of white covering the entire street, too thick to drive safely in, let alone walk. The wind howls, ushering with it a continuous steady flurry of fresh snowfall.

This is a stark contrast to the light dusting that she walked through on her way to work this morning. She’d been stuck in the windowless laundry room for most of the day, so hadn’t realised how bad the weather had gotten.

Feeling Billy’s presence behind her, his chest against her back as he looks too, she turns to him, her voice dejected as she asks “what are we going to do?”

“You’ll both just have to stay here until it’s safe for you to go home,” Feldman answers for him, “with the no shows due to the weather, I’m sure there’d be no objections to you both taking one of the empty rooms if it ends up being overnight.”

“Thanks, Mr. Feldman”, Billy responds as they head back towards the staff room.

She flops down onto the threadbare sofa of the back room of the hotel, sighing heavily as she shrugs out of her coat. Tonight was supposed to be special and now it was all ruined, thanks to the snow.

“What’s with the face?” Billy asks gently, coming to sit beside her.

“I was really looking forward to tonight,” she whines.

Billy nods in understanding, giving her knee a reassuring squeeze. “I know, so was I. But we’ll still have a nice time, won’t we? Doesn’t matter where we are, as long as we’re together.”

“I’d baked you a Lord Woolton’s pie,” she protests, “and…and I…well, it doesn’t matter now,” she trails off, not having the courage to explain what else she’d had in mind for their night alone.

“It’ll keep,” he says with a shrug, smiling earnestly, “you can bring me a slice down to the barracks.”

She can’t help but smile back, and feel slightly guilty. Here she is, sulking about how things have gone wrong, when Billy is trying to make the best of it, just like he always does. “I’ll bring you the whole thing.”

“Tell you what, I bet the kitchen has some stuff knocking about, I could grab us a few things, and we could have that for our tea.”

She huffs a laugh, swatting playfully at his arm. “You can’t go skulking about the kitchen, Billy, you don’t work here anymore.”

“Who’s gonna stop me?” He asks, getting up and chucking his coat over the back of the sofa, before walking out.

After a few moments he returns with a platter and two bottles of beer. He sets everything down upon the rickety table in front of where they’re sitting; a spread of Spam sandwiches and sponge cake.

“Didn’t wanna take anything fancy,” he explains apologetically, “George was watching me.”

“This is perfect,” she says softly as he sits next to her again.

“Remember these?” Billy asks, picking up a Spam sandwich, “we used to eat them every lunch break.”

She giggles and nods. “I remember you always used to eat my fish paste ones, because I didn’t like them.”

Billy wrinkles his nose in disgust, making her laugh harder, and the two fall into a comfortable silence, eating cake and sandwiches as they sip their beers and watch through the window as the blizzard continues to blanket London in a heavy white shroud.

She stares thoughtfully at him, watching the way the low lamplight of the staff room illuminates the sharp features of his face. Despite tonight being the furthest thing from what she had planned, she still wants to make him feel good; he had been so positive, when she had been all too eager to complain.

“Billy..?”

“Mmm..?” He replies, looking away from the window to where she sits beside him.

“Want to find one of those free rooms?”

“Not time for bed yet, is it?” He asks with a grin.

“I don’t want to sleep,” she says, pushing off of the sofa, casting a knowing glance over her shoulder at him, as she walks away.

“Oh…oh,” his eyes widen in realisation as he almost trips over his own feet in his haste to follow her.

She lets herself into one of the empty rooms - one she had turned down herself earlier that day - and quickly reapplies her lipstick in front of the large mirror that sits atop the vanity, the beer and sandwiches having faded its bright red hue slightly.

The hotel room did make for a more plush surrounding for what she has planned - the cramped confines of her single bed are leagues apart from the opulence of the crisp white linens and velvet lined furniture of The Halcyon.

The moment the door clicks closed behind Billy, he wraps his arms around her. It’s like second nature to him now to do so, though she can still feel the heavy pounding of his heart; he is no less nervous, he’s just gotten better at hiding it.

“I really wanna kiss you,” he whispers, his voice trembling slightly, “but I don’t wanna ruin your pretty lipstick.”

“Didn’t bring you in here to kiss you,” she whispers back.

Billy swallows thickly, a light dusting of pink tinting his skin all the way to the tips of his ears as he grins impishly at her. “Oh right, you want me to…er–”

“No, not tonight,” she explains, fighting the urge to chuckle at the sudden look of confusion that passes across his face. “Tonight, I’m going to do something for you.”

Reflexively, his fingers tighten slightly on her waist. “Do what?”

Mustering more bravery than she feels, she battles to keep her cool as she responds, not wanting to show any hesitation or embarrassment. “Do you know what a blowjob is, Billy?”

His eyes widen as his jaw falls agape, staring at her in utter disbelief. “You…you can’t…I mean, yeah, but you…you don’t have to…”

The stammered display of consideration for her feelings reassures her, quieting any apprehension she had previously felt. She is surer now than ever that she wants to do this for him.

“I want to,” she insists, “will you lay on the bed for me?”

She can see the way his chest heaves with how heavy his breathing has gotten, but he nods, removing his shoes and laying down. She is swift in joining him, her hands moving to his belt.

“Can I?” She asks.

His eyes are wide, lips slightly parted as he stares at her, before nodding enthusiastically. She can feel her own pulse racing, nervous excitement fluttering in her belly. She unbuckles his belt, before working open the button of his slacks and unzipping them. As the material parts, she can see the outline of him through the white cotton of his briefs. She gazes at it, her mouth going dry at the sight. She’d never seen this part of him before, let alone touched it.

She looks up at him, seeing he’s watching her intently, his cheeks flushed. She knows the question she needs to ask, and hates that she has to, knowing it will betray her inexperience. “Are you…are you hard?” she utters meekly, “you have to be for me to do this.”

“Er…only half,” he murmurs, “need you to touch me.”

His complete lack of judgement emboldens her, and she nods, grasping the waistband of his briefs. “I can do that,” she says, tugging them down.

She studies his cock with fascination as she takes it into her hand, stroking gently from base to tip and back again, just as Kate had said she would need to. She marvels at the softness of the skin, the way it glides with each stroke of her palm. Billy lets out a soft groan as his head falls back against the pillow and she feels him grow larger, more rigid in her hand. The tip is bulbous, ruddy in colour and she can’t help but wonder how he will taste against her tongue.

“I–I’m ready when you are,” he pants softly.

She nods, drawing in a breath, before delicately wrapping her lips around the head of him, careful not to let her teeth touch him. The taste is musky, slightly salty, yet not unpleasant.

“Bloody hell,” she hears Billy say under his breath as his hips buck instinctively, pushing more of himself into her mouth. She sputters as he hits the back of her throat and he pulls away, uttering repeated apologies. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, no one’s ever done this to me before. Are you alright?”

Though her eyes have begun to water, her heart swells at his admission, and she’s comforted knowing he is every bit as much a novice as she is. She nods, composing herself, before grasping the base of him. “I want to keep going.”

This time, as her mouth envelopes him, Billy keeps still, fisting the sheets either side of him, as she bobs her head, working her mouth up and down his length, watching the obscene red smear that her lips leave behind. Kate’s instructions play on a loop in her mind, and she strokes what won’t fit in her mouth in time with her movements, hollowing her cheeks.

Billy’s pants grow more desperate as he whispers curses, his brow furrowed as he teeters on the edge of climax. She can feel him beginning to twitch, the way his thighs tense.

“Stop, stop, stop, I’m gonna— FUCK!” he cries out.

She pulls off him, continuing to stroke him as she watches spurts of his thick, white release coat her knuckles and his lower abdomen. She lets go, wiping her hand on the bedsheet, when he finally stills, having spent himself.

“How was that?” She asks with a coy smile as she watches him lay there and gasp for breath.

“I think you killed me,” he says, voice hoarse. When he finally lifts his head from the pillow, a dopey grin spreads across his face. “Can I kiss you now? Your lipstick’s all ruined anyway.”

She giggles, imagining what a mess she must look like right now, but knowing there’s nothing she wants more.

Part one | Series masterlist

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎMillie's Twelve Days of Christmas!꣑ৎ

Dec. 1st ꣑ৎ Silver Bells (Coriolanus doesn't understand why you want to decorate the tree yourself, but you insist)

Dec 2nd ꣑ৎ Evergreen (It's the first snowfall, and you and Billy make the most of it)

Dec 5th ꣑ৎ Stocking Stuffer (You and Alex determine who's naughty and who's nice)

Dec 9th ꣑ৎ Cookie Cutters (Learning gingerbread houses are harder than they look with Finnick)

Dec 12th ꣑ৎ Ice Dance (Caught in a blizzard with Coriolanus)

Dec 13th ꣑ৎ Cards and Cats (Figuring out Christmas cards with Alex)

Dec 16th ꣑ৎ River (On the run with the love of your life, you try to convince yourself that Christmas doesn't matter this year. Billy has other plans)

Dec 17th ꣑ৎ Memory (angsty Billy)(sorry)

Dec 19th ꣑ৎ Snowflakes and Sand Dollars (You and Finnick wake up to find snow on the beach)

Dec 22nd ꣑ৎ The Road Not Taken (Alex was your first real love and your first real heartbreak. So why have your parents invited him to their holiday party?)

Dec 24th ꣑ৎ Candy Cane Mocktails (The University's annual Christmas gala with Coriolanus)

Dec 25th ꣑ৎ Tied With a Ribbon (Christmas with Billy, Fish, and Willow)

[lovebillyhargrove]

a harringrove fic idea

***

After seeing Hargrove die Steve wakes up every night. Has the same dream

The monster is piercing his chest, and it hurts beyond all possible limits.

Over and over again.

He gets out of bed, walks around the room, smokes.

Restless.

One sunny September morning when the air is crisp and transparent, flows into your lungs like a cool stream, filling you to the brim — with minty freshness, Steve goes to the cemetery. Stands in front of the lonely ashen gravestone

What do you want?

The skies grow darker in a second, summoning swirls of sinister clouds, the stone shakes, the ground moves, and Steve stumbles, running away in fear.

What does he want ..?

The dream persists. Steve's so tired of it, it drains him of energy, of joy.

Another dusky November morning he wakes up to an inscription on the large mirror in his room

it should not have been me

The letters are black and menacing, bleeding dark substance.

"What do you mean? Should it have been ME instead of you ..? That's why you're in my dreams? It shouldn't have been anyone, Hargrove!"

Shouts Steve in despair, and the mirror shatters, glass shards cascading down like a sparkling waterfall.

The dream persists.

In December, on his way home from work, the beamer suddenly skids, it neighs like a shot stallion,

Steve loses control of his car, the wheel steers on its own, the pedals press themselves, the gears shift as they wish.

The beamer takes him to the abandoned Brimborn steelworks plant, stops there, engine dead. Harrington has to walk back to Loch Nora in the freezing whirlwind of a snow blizzard.

The dream persists.

Until one day ..

***

An AU where Billy is a bitter soul unable to find peace after death. Maybe he knows something that none of the living does - how the Mindflayer had its eyes set on Steve, but instead, Billy was drawn into the meat grinder.

Maybe Steve's not the only one he's haunting, and on the other side of Hawkins Neil Hargrove, who uprooted his son and made him leave his home, has nightmares of his own, little Billy coming to visit him every night, climbing onto his bed Please read a fairytale to me, Daddy? in his thin little boy's voice that chimes like crystals in the wind.

Maybe Max gets a nagging thought and scribbles in her copybooks instead of homework Why didn't I tell him? Why didn't I tell him? Why didn't I tell him? Why didn't I tell him? ..

Maybe Karen drops a cup of fragrant tea mid-breakfast, body suddenly twisting in unidentified pain Were you looking for carnal pleasures where you shouldn't have, Mrs. Wheeler?

Maybe ..

***

[thought--bubble]

12 Days of Smuffmas Masterlist

December 12th - candlelight and collaring

The Tragedy of a Dragon - Canon Aemond X Wife Reader

December 13th - presents and praise kink

Good Ol' Sailor Boy -Tom Bennett X Wife Reader

December 14th - blizzard and blowjob

A Temporary Respite - Daemon X Stark Reader

December 15th - mulled wine and mutual masturbation

To Lay Hands -Hugh Hammer X Dragonseed Reader

December 16th - fireplace and face fucking

Forgive me - Osferth X Damsel Reader

December 17th - tinsel and talking dirty

You Can Tell Me -Billy Taylor X Maid Reader

December 18th - board games and breath play

Sweet Boy - Ettore X Therapist Reader (All of your senses Universe)

December 19th - holly and hair pulling

Confusion - Modern Aemond X Ex gf Reader

December 20th - stockings and sex toys

Will X Girlfriend Reader (If I had the love I needed Universe)

December 21st - dressing up and dry humping

Micheal Gavey X Study Buddie Reader

December 22nd - party and position changes

Aegon II X Niece Reader

December 23rd - home videos and voyeurism

Billy Washington X Girlfriend Reader

Big thank you to @ewanmitchellcrumbs for the prompts!

[dragonflylady77]

twenty years and change

This is the fic I wrote for the Harringrove Corner Winter Event

🔥 Fire & Ice ❄️

Fire: campfire, lights, candles, matches

Ice: snow, blizzard, skating, ice cream

Rating: M | 3644 words | second chance, steve chest hair agenda, matchmaking max

This fic is a gift for @callieb, who is a sweetie and did sprints with me when I was on the last stretch and struggling, for @whenyouwishuponastar7 who created HGC and @shieldofiron who secretly loves fluff so I keep writing it for her.

Summary:

Billy loved his sister, so when Max had begged him to sort out Susan’s old house in Hawkins to get it ready to sell, he’d found it hard to refuse. Max was heavily pregnant with her third child and not allowed to fly, and Susan had finally made the move to California to be closer to her grandchildren. What he hadn’t anticipated was the announcement of a once-in-a-hundred-year blizzard making a direct beeline for their corner of the state, then bumping into his high school crush in the lobby of the hotel where he was staying.

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The universe had to be taking the piss. There was no way around it. For some reason, the fates had decided that nothing good would ever happen to Billy in Indiana. 

The town of Hawkins had given him the heebie jeebies from the moment he’d been dragged here by his asshole of a father as a teenager. He’d put his head down and made it through high school, before working his ass off at the local pool the summer after graduation. He had escaped in a cloud of dust at the beginning of fall, a full ride scholarship at UC San Diego in his back pocket.

Now he was back, twenty years and change later, and the goosebumps weren’t only because of the sub-zero temperatures. There was something wrong with this town, Billy knew it in his gut, in no part because there was snow everywhere. Billy hated snow. He likes his water liquid, preferably salty and full of waves. 

However, Billy loved his sister, so when Max had begged him to sort out Susan’s old house in Hawkins to get it ready to sell, he’d found it hard to refuse. Max was heavily pregnant with her third child and not allowed to fly, and Susan had finally made the move to California to be closer to her grandchildren.

Billy’s classes had been moved online for the next three weeks, his assistant covering his office hours while his TA would handle the grading until he was back. He’d discussed the upcoming workload with Elaine and was satisfied she was more than capable to fill in for the duration.

What he hadn’t anticipated was the announcement of a once-in-a-hundred-year blizzard making a direct beeline for their corner of the state, then bumping into his high school crush in the lobby of the hotel where he was staying.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Billy felt his cheeks heat up and he was glad to still be wearing the massive scarf knitted by Max, as it hid most of his face. He dropped his bag at his feet and allowed himself one sweeping glance at the man who had visited his dreams more often than not when they were teenagers, while he pulled off his woolly hat to give his hands something to do.

Steve freaking Harrington, former King of Hawkins High. His brown hair had lost none of its volume, but gained some silver strands on the side, which suited him. The guy had no right looking this good this close to forty, especially wearing Hawkins Inn’s maroon blazer.

“Hargrove? Billy Hargrove? What…?” Harrington recovered quickly, his eyes going from Billy to his computer screen then back to Billy. “Do you, um, do you have a reservation? I can’t see your name on the list and we’re fully booked, what with that blizzard grounding all the planes up in Indy.”

“Oh, um, maybe look under Sinclair? Max made the booking,” Billy answered with a sigh as he shoved his hat into the pocket of his parka. 

“Right, okay, Sinclair. Yep. here you are.” Harrington put down the key card, smiling at Billy. “You’re in room 29, on the second floor. The lifts are over behind you. There’s a heated pool on the ground floor, next to the gym. They are open round the clock, should you need either at any point. Complimentary towels at reception. The restaurant is open for breakfast from seven in the morning until around ten thirty.”

“Thank you, Steve. Oh, what about dinner?”

“Di-dinner?”

Why did he have to make it sound like he was asking the guy out? Well done, Hargrove. Jesus.

“Yes, what time does the restaurant open? Or is there a bar I can get something to eat at? I’m famished.”

“Oh, right. Um, the main restaurant opens for dinner at five but the bar is open now. They will have a selection of snacks.”

“Okay, thanks, man. I’ll catch you later.”

Billy grabbed his bag and with one last glance at Harrington, he headed for the lift. He could have sworn that Harrington said ‘nice to see you’ but that had to be wishful thinking.

***

After a shower, a cold beer and decent meal at the quaint hotel restaurant, Billy was lounging on his bed when his phone pinged with a video call from Max.

“Hey.”

“Sooooo…”

“What?”

“You got anything to say for yourself?”

“About what?”

“Like that, is it? Okay. How’s Steve?”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, come on. I wish I could have seen your face when you saw him.”

“You think you’re funny, Maxine, but you’re really not.”

“Don’t get stroppy with me, William. We stayed at the hotel with the kids when we were over last Christmas and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Steve at the desk.”

“Why? Cos you didn’t think he’d move on from working at that stupid ice cream shop or wherever he worked after the fire at the mall?”

“No, you big jerk, because last I’d heard, through Dustin—”

“Which one is that again? Curly hair, who works at NASA?”

“Yeah, him. Anyway, he said Steve had moved to Chicago with his best friend Robin.”

“Robin? Robin Buckley?”

“Um, yeah, I think so? Why? Do you know her?”

“Band geek. Told the sickest ghost story around the campfire when we went to the lake senior year. Had a massive crush on Hank that summer. Always wondered if anything happened between them.”

“Maybe that’s because you fucked off back to Cali without saying goodbye to anyone, not even your sister,” Max said, glaring at him. Her clipped tone made Billy groan.

“Oh my fucking God, shitbird, give it a rest. It was twenty years ago and I have apologized to you a million fucking times already.” 

They heard a door slam and footsteps coming closer quickly.

“Mama, we’re home! You’ll never guess what happened, oh hi Uncle Billy!” 

“Hey, Lennox.” Under Billy’s amused eye, Lennox snatched the phone from Max, who rolled her eyes. The nine year old then took Billy down the hallway to his room. Billy saw Max in the background, being handed her three-year-old daughter by her mother. He redirected his attention to Lennox. 

“What have you been up to? How’s my favorite nephew?”

Lennox cackled as he flopped on his bed. “Pfft, you’re silly, I’m your only nephew.” He peered into the screen, then his gaze found Billy again. “Where are you? This is not your house.”

“It isn’t?” Billy looked around, pretending to be surprised to see the bland walls and the non-descript painting in a gaudy frame.

“Extreme lack of books, my dear Watson.”

“You got me there, Mr. Holmes. I’m in Indiana. Your mom asked me to sort out your Gran’s house so she can sell it.”

“Oh, okay. Is it cold? It was freezing when we went last year.”

“Oh yeah. There’s snow everywhere, man. I hate it.”

“How long are you going to be there?”

“A couple of weeks.”

“Are you in a hotel? We stayed in a hotel. It had a pool.”

“You know, I am. Same one but I haven’t checked out the pool yet.”

Lennox grinned. “Oh, you have to go! There’s a water slide that’s a dragon and you come out of its mouth, and a pirate ship you can jump from, and Willa stayed in the baby pool but I went in the water slide.”

“Sounds fun.”

Max walked in the room and came to stand at the foot of the bed. Billy waved at her.

“Lennox, sweetie, I need my phone back and you need to go have your shower.”

“But, Mooooooom…”

“Lennox,” Billy said before Max could interrupt her son’s whining, “you be good for your Mom, and I’ll go see if that pool you were telling me about is really that awesome.”

Lennox let out the most put upon sigh. “Fine. Bye, Uncle Billy.”

“Bye, buddy. I’ll be home for Christmas, I promise.”

***

Billy stretched out in the water, staring at the foam sea creatures decorating the ceiling and absently noticing the lack of sharks. He needed to remember to text Max later, so she could tell Lennox he was right, and the pool really was that awesome.

Not that Billy had tried the waterslide or the pirate ship, instead, he’d made full use of the empty pool to swim lengths. He’d lost track of time, the familiar feeling of his body slicing the water as he went back and forth between the two ends of the pool helping him forget about the snow and the stress of being back in Indiana.

His arms and legs hurt in the good way that meant he’d pushed himself, more than he’d had the chance to recently. A noise by the pool chairs to his left caused him to straighten up. He put both feet on the bottom of the pool and turned to see who had interrupted his daydreaming.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize someone was still there this late… Billy?”

Steve’s surprise was evident in his tone and if Billy chose to take it in a positive way, that was between him and his dirty pornographic dreams featuring Steve Harrington that still plagued him to this day. More ‘the one you never had a chance with’ than ‘the one that got away’ but there wasn’t much Billy could do about the direction of his thoughts when he was asleep.

“Steve. Hi. Sorry, I’ll, um, I’ll get out of your way.” Billy didn’t let himself look for too long, didn’t want to be caught staring at how well Steve filled that white t-shirt or—nope, not looking at the swim shorts. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to leave. I just finished my shift and it’s been a long day. I was gonna soak in the hot tub for a bit before I head home.” Steve pointed towards an area next to the pirate ship that clearly signposted, an innocuous door hiding behind the fake palm trees.

“Huh. Lennox didn’t say anything about a hot tub.”

Steve smiled. “Your nephew, right?”

Billy nodded. 

“He probably doesn’t know it’s there, to be fair. Access is forbidden to anyone under the age of eighteen,” Steve continued, walking slowly towards the greenery, and Billy automatically followed in the water. 

“Do you, um, do you wanna join me?” Steve asked, his cheeks turning pinker under the harsh neon lighting.

Billy wondered if he had stepped through some portal to another dimension. One where Steve Harrington was not entirely straight and kinda totally into him. He didn’t remember hitting his head though.

“Sure.” The word was out of his mouth before he even realized he’d said it. It was his turn to blush and, to hide that fact, he hoisted himself out of the pool. He threw his goggles on the nearby chair with his clothes and did a couple of shoulder stretches. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him the entire time, almost like a caress, and forced himself not to react. 

Once he was done, Billy picked up his towel and dried his face before smiling at Steve. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Old swimming injury. Need to stretch or I won’t be able to move tomorrow.”

“Oh, wow, um, yeah, no problem. Can’t have that.” Steve glanced down then back at Billy. “I can carry your stuff, if you want, since I’m dry. It’s late, and there’s not really anyone around, but I wouldn’t want another staff member taking your things to lost property, thinking they’ve been left behind.”

“Right. Yes, good point. Thank you.” Billy stood there, holding his towel in front of him while Steve gathered his shirt, goggles and room key. The evening had unexpectedly taken a turn for the better and he’d hate himself for not making the most of this opportunity.

“Do you swim?” he asked Steve when they started walking and a flash of something foul tasting appeared on Steve’s face, only for a second, before Steve gathered himself.

“No, not anymore.” Steve opened the door and Billy followed him inside, wondering what could possibly have made Steve stop swimming. 

After closing the door, Steve placed Billy’s belongings on a bench that ran along two of the walls. He turned towards Billy. “I used to, I mean, I was swim captain back in high school, and a lifeguard over summer too. But I haven’t in years… not since that girl died in my parents’ pool in senior year.”

“Jesus.” Billy fought with the urge to wrap Steve in his arms and kiss the sadness away by putting his towel on the hook on the wall. Steve’s towel joined Billy’s a second later then Steve took off his t-shirt and Billy blue-screened.

“Holy fuck…”

“What?” Steve looked behind him then around the room before his eyes landed on Billy again. 

“You might want to warn a guy next time, pretty boy, before you unleash… that.” Billy waved his hand in the general direction of Steve’s chest.

“Oh, that.” Steve blushed and Billy followed the pinkish hue on Steve's cheeks with his eyes, down Steve’s neck, until it got lost in the wiry dark hair covering Steve’s chest. “I, uh, I waxed my chest in high school because of the swimming. Didn’t see the point anymore after.”

“Thank fuck for that.” Billy cleared his throat, his face heating up from the embarrassment of having said something that should most definitely have remained unsaid. “Sorry, I should not have said that.” He winced and stepped to the side, facing away from Steve. “I’ll just…”

“If the end of that sentence is anything other than ‘lock the door and join you in the hot tub’, I’m afraid I don’t want to hear it.”

“What?” What the fuck was even happening right now? Billy didn’t have a clue.

“Billy, get the fuck in the water.”

Doing what Steve said—because who was he to question an order given to him in such a confident way by the prettiest boy he had ever seen in his life?—Billy stepped into the hot tub. He lowered himself on the lounge seat, leaned his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. 

He heard the click of the lock on the door then the water hit his chest in little waves when Steve got in, but Steve didn’t sit on the other side of the tub like Billy had expected him to. Instead, Steve waded across until his knees bumped into Billy’s.

“Can you please open your eyes?” Steve whispered over the whirr of the water pump and Billy complied, taking a moment to really look at Steve. 

The thick head of hair he wanted to bury his hands in. The big brown eyes that seemed to see through him. The little moles on Steve’s cheek Billy wanted to trace with the tip of his finger. The plump lips Billy had dreamed about kissing so many times…

Billy’s visual exploration was cut short when Steve suddenly straddled him, one knee on either side of Billy’s thighs, arms wrapping around Billy’s neck. Billy’s hands found Steve’s hips on instinct, holding him in place before he got too close to Billy’s crotch.  

His dick, however, decided that it was on board with this most recent development, and Billy mentally thanked his lucky stars for the extra buoyancy the bubbly water afforded him. 

“Pretty boy…” He was dreaming. That had to be it. He was fast asleep in bed in his hotel room right now, imagining Steve Harrington was sitting on his lap.

“Stop overthinking and kiss me already,” Steve murmured, his mouth so close now that Billy felt Steve’s breath on his lips.

So Billy did. 

He pressed his lips against Steve’s, enjoying the way Steve leaned into it. Kissing Steve was quickly rising to the top of Billy’s favorite things to do, especially when Steve reduced the distance between them to nothing.

Feeling Steve’s coarse chest hair brush against his nipples made Billy groan. 

Steve licking into his mouth made Billy tighten his fingers on Steve’s waist. 

Steve’s hard cock brushing against his made Billy see stars.

***

Deciding they were too old and too tired to deal with the mess and ensuing clean up that would be necessary if they stayed in the hot tub any longer, they relocated to Billy’s room. They made out in the shower, while they exchanged lazy handjobs because floor tiles were definitely too uncomfortable on the knees.

They dried themselves quickly with fluffy towels they left in a pile on the bathroom floor and got into bed, where Billy took Steve apart with his fingers and his mouth. They fell asleep wrapped around each other in the middle of the king size mattress. 

Steve called in sick and Billy ordered them room service for breakfast. They spent the day in bed, talking and kissing and fucking. Billy told Steve about Neil and growing up feeling like he was made wrong, until he got back to Cali and found his people. Steve told Billy all about the Upside Down, and how keeping such things a secret meant he had closed himself off to everyone. Billy felt vindicated for thinking there was something wrong with Hawkins all along. 

As they lay in bed spooning, watching the shadows grow longer as the sun disappeared behind the trees, one arm around Steve while he dozed, Billy came to a decision. He had to act on it, before he talked himself out of it. This thing with Steve felt too good, too real, to let go of once he was done with Susan’s house.

“Stevie?”

“Hmm?” came the sleepy reply.

“Come with me.”

“Where?” Steve turned around in Billy’s arms, eyes closed, and pressed a kiss on the side of his neck. “If I have to get dressed, I don’t wanna go.”

Billy let out a chuckle. “I don’t think they’ll let you on the plane if you’re naked, baby.”

“Plane? What plane?” Steve lifted his head and stared at Billy, eyes wide.

Billy rolled onto his back, pulling Steve on top of him. He cupped Steve’s face with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around Steve’s waist. “Pretty boy, I’ve wanted you for so long…” Billy stopped, unsure how to continue.

Steve pressed a hand over Billy’s heart. “Tell me.”

“I know I was a shit show in high school. I was so angry all the time, and I didn’t know how to deal with how I felt about anything, but especially about you. Not that I thought I’d ever have a chance to have you.”

“Hoo boy, you sure got that one wrong.” Steve grinned, giving Billy a quick kiss on the lips.

“Shut up. If I had put the moves on you twenty years ago, you would have shot me down so fast, and probably told the whole school I was a queer. Then my dad would have either killed me or sent me to military school, and neither of us would be in this bed right now.”

“Fair point.”

“Anyway, what I was trying to say was, I’ve wanted you for so long, and now I’ve had you, I don't think I can give you up.”

“Billy…” Steve looked away, moving his face out of Billy’s hand.

Billy felt his heart squeeze at the sad expression on Steve’s face. His resolve to get Steve out of Hawkins hardened. “No. Don’t give me that bullshit about the gate and the monsters. You said it yourself, that girl, Jane, Eleven, whatever, she closed the gate. She moved to California with the Chief and Mrs. Byers. All your kids are gone. Not that they’re kids anymore, Stevie. My sister is pregnant with her third child, for fuck’s sake. What’s keeping you here, really? Don’t you want to get away from the memories? Finally break the hold this shit town has on you?”

“I tried. I moved to Chicago with Robin. It… it didn’t work.”

“What happened in Chicago?”

Steve sighed and rolled off Billy. “Robin got a girlfriend, moved in with her. I couldn’t afford the rent by myself so I came home. Got this job. Stayed on.”

“Baby…” Billy picked up Steve’s hand but otherwise he stayed where he was, facing Steve. He kissed Steve’s knuckles, one after the other. “Going by the last twenty-something hours, I think we could have something great. But it’s not gonna happen here because this town sucks the hope and happiness out of everyone. I won’t tell you I love you because I don’t wanna scare you off but—”

“You… you love me?”

Hearing Steve repeat the words back to him made Billy realize what he had let slip. Might as well go for broke at this point.

“Yeah. I do. I love you. So if you don’t want this, don’t want me , you need to tell me now, before I make an even bigger ass out of myself than I already have, and we can forget this conversation ever happened.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” Had Billy really been reading the situation so completely wrong? Was Steve saying he wanted to forget the whole thing? Billy was so confused he didn’t react when Steve pulled him over so he was lying on top. Only when he felt Steve’s hands on his thighs did he shake off the daze. He looked down at Steve. “Pretty boy?”

“I love you. I’ve been dreaming about being with you for the past twenty years and I’m sick of dreaming. I want to live instead.”

Billy felt like his grin was going to split his face in two. Like he could explode from the pure joy coursing through his body.

“And Billy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Get me the fuck out of Hawkins.”

[deathbyathousandspiders]

𝕸𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝕷𝐈𝐒𝐓 & 𝕹𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

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all of my dividers are from @firefly-graphics & the gifs as of rn are from other tumblr users until i can finish the ones im making :,)

🕊️ — content masterlist ;

here’s everything i’ve written so far !!

• 𝕴𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

REQUEST! a sign or something: mcu!peter parker, deaf!reader | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you and peter become an unlikely pair at midtown when he shows interest in learning some sign language.

REQUEST! boy in the bubble: mcu!peter parker, stark!daughter!reader | genre: angst, light fluff | IN WHICH your walk back from school goes wrong when peter parker doesn’t walk with you, & your father has a thing or two to say about it.

REQUEST!BLURB! catching cold: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you cuddle peter back to warmth after he returns from patrol in the midst of a blizzard.

REQUEST! daddy issues: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH it feels like your father has more love for his protégé than you nowadays, and you’ve reached a breaking point.

REQUEST! dusted: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst | IN WHICH you lose your battle to thanos and your dad and peter watch you dissipate.

dusted (part two): mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: hardcore angst | IN WHICH you may have won the war against thanos, but you witnessed the loss of something much greater. the loss of your father.

REQUEST! geeky tangents; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH you find it important to prove how sweet & adorable your boyfriend is.

guilty as sin: jj maybank | genre: ?angst?, ?smut? | IN WHICH you & JJ finally face each other after he drunkenly confessed to you, but what will your boyfriend think?

REQUEST! meet–cute: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH a knock on the sanctum door interrupts your task of housesitting for dr. strange.

REQUEST! security system: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH peter & you avoid telling your father, tony stark, about your relationship, only to find out that he’s known for longer than you’d thought.

twenty–bucks: mcu!peter parker | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH the avengers had their theories about you & peter’s secret pining, but they never realized just how serious it was until a mission went south.

• 𝕾𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

REQUEST! cuddle–bugs; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you & your best friend fall asleep on the couch together, & the avengers can’t let go of the obvious chemistry.

| part one | part two | part three | part four | final part |

hell–bound; mcu!peter parker au | genre: angst, thriller, drama (some smut, some gore) | IN WHICH you are the last hope for saving the world from HYDRA & their zombie apocalypse.

| part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six |

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i’m fairly comfortable w anything! i’ll explicitly say if something makes me uncomfortable, like this:

i’m not comfortable writing about real people (actors, influencers, etc) or specific characters/types of characters (psychotic, psychopathic, serial killer, hobie brown, dark!characters, etc). i will not write pedophilia, incest, or any social issues.

i am comfortable writing headcanons, scenarios, imagines, angst, fluff, smut, au’s, and any kind of pairing!

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🥥 — characters & fandoms ;

marvel | peter parker, steve rogers, yelena belova, gwen stacy, miles morales, loki laufeyson.

outer banks | jj maybank, john b routledge, topper thornton.

harry potter | cedric diggory, draco malfoy, harry potter, ?james potter, remus lupin, serius black?.

stranger things | steve harrington, robin buckley, ?eddie mudson, billy hargrove?

twilight | edward cullen, jasper hale, alice cullen, rosalie cullen, charlie swan.

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my name is elle :) [ pronouns: she/they] i’m a college student who finds comfort in writing 🫶. my favorite color’s green, i’m in love w tom holland, and my favorite band is the neighborhood !!! i also have three cats!!

[mydearneteyam]

Could I please request a Teylan x fem reader? Maybe a Na’vi who is a resistance member. Something where maybe the reader has a hard time sleeping so they seek out Teylan late at night to sit with/for a bit of comfort. I have a hc that Teylan is a night owl (he’s a computer nerd so…). Just pretty much pure fluff ❤️😊

ALONE ;; TEYLAN

summary ;; between both, loneliness is no longer an option.

pairing ;; teylan x fem!na'vi!reader (it's pretty neutral tho)

warnings ;; none ¡!

word count ;; 1.0k

word of the day ;; le’awtu [lɛ.ˈʔaw.tu] adj. alone, on one’s own, by one’s self; lonely

One, two. One, two.

You remembered your mother's heartbeat the first time you connected, when you realized that Eywa had given you company, the meaning of never being alone. You remembered the warmth of her chest, of her arms that cared for you with patience and love, you could also remember the soft cooing she gave you as she rocked your small and fragile body to get you to sleep.

No one is alone in this world.

The Great Mother always watches over everyone, if for you there is not a na'vi, there is an animal, if there is not, there will be the flora and if there is not nature, the memories around you will continue to accompany you, but there will always be Eywa to give you company, no matter how little you feel it, although everyone feels it, isn't it?

At least that's what you told yourself looking at the ceiling of the place where you slept.

As much as you wanted to sleep and nature outside tried to lull you with the howling of viperwolves, the noises of small insects and even the calm blizzard that crashed against the window of the place, you felt unable to fall asleep. You felt like you were even dazed at these times. Perhaps from the habit of being with the Resistance for so long.

You sat on what was your bed-a simple hammock you had to learn to love-and ran a hand through your hair, throwing your head back. Everyone was asleep, sound asleep. Alexander's snoring could be heard clearly from your spot and that meant he had been sleeping in one of his classic weird poses for quite some time now.

You smiled as you scratched your jaw, getting up and deciding to go to the main hall. A small light and a familiar voice seemed to catch your attention and for someone who had no rest, maybe just a chat before bed would be good.

"…Let's see if you work, little buddy" the hallways led you to that voice you recognized as that of the youngest Sarentu, Teylan. With whom since joining the Resistance you shared several conversations. Even feelings.

You continued taking quiet steps, reaching where the boy was settling a watch on his wrist.

"Still awake?" you spoke, with a smile to which he turned in surprise, lowering his head with an embarrassed chuckle.

"I've been meaning to… fix this watch. Priya told me it had an hologram and I want it to work" he explained, showing it to you. He looked like a kid who had just caught a fish. Proud of his work.

"Do you want to tell me more about it?" he looked at you, unable to believe you asked that question and from his hesitant lips, you noticed he wasn't sure.

"I thought you-our people… weren't interested in these things" you sat down next to him, resting your head against his shoulder. You felt him tense at the sudden physical contact, though he didn't pull away. You guessed he was still trying to get used to it.

"I don't really care about them" you laughed softly. "But if you explain it to me… I can give it a chance" you accommodated a little rebellious hair escaping from under his cap.

His eyes dilated and at your side, his tail began to wag excitedly, flashing you a smile. He quickly tried to explain to you what that watch entailed, showing you the steps involved and that sheet with little drawings that you learned from his words was an 'instruction manual'.

"Billy says that manuals are for fools who don't know how to do things by eye, but I think he's wrong, I mean, how will I know how to build or fix things if I don't know how they're made and how they work first? And I told him it was kind of stupid to think that…when he left the room, but-but I told him" his comments made you smile and you gave a little yawn, hugging him some more.

His warmth was so comforting to you that you considered that maybe hugging him for a few minutes would be enough to sleep like there was no tomorrow.

"Before…" his tone of voice changed, so you looked at him intently, but his smile was still on his face. "When we were with… Mercer. I thought the clan had abandoned us. That we would be alone. But being like this with you… it feels like I never was."

You gave him a big smile and hugged him fully. Teylan had to be careful as he wrapped his arms around you back, laughing softly and carefully setting that watch aside to follow later.

"As long as I'm here, I'll do my best to make sure you never feel like this again" you whispered, affectionately. You settled better in his lap as he went back to his business.

The night wore on, but neither of you felt tired. You were too absorbed in the moment, too absorbed in the simple joy of being together. From time to time Teylan would tell you a little more about the watch, explaining its functions and how it worked. You listened attentively, even if you didn't understand all the technical details. What mattered was the passion in his voice, the light in his eyes.

Earlier the sounds from outside that made you think otherwise only adorned the background of the conversations you were having.

At some point, both ended up lying on the floor, side by side.

The clock was long forgotten, replaced by whispered conversations and shared smiles. You felt his fingers intertwine with yours, and it made your heart swell with affection.

"I'm so happy you're here" Teylan murmured, with his eyes bright.

"Me too" you replied, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't trade this for anything."

As the first lights of dawn began to filter through the windows, your body finally felt the pull of sleep. But it wasn't a heavy, burdened sleep. It was light and peaceful. You felt the tails of both of you intertwine before you fell asleep and you smiled.

No one is alone in this world.

One, two. One, two.

a/n ;; after i post this i will die (im not sure if this was really fluff) ANYWAY, HOPE U LIKE IT 😭😭

[tgammsideblog]

Tgamm-Molly and Pete's relationship analysis

Pete Mcgee is the father of Molly and Darryl in the series. Much like Sharon, he has multiple episodes dedicated to explore his character and his relationship with his children, mainly with Molly.

Pete and Molly share plenty of traits in common. Molly takes a lot after her dad, trying to follow his steps on ¨enhappifying¨ people around her, or in this case the city of Brighton. They are both optimistic, enthusiastic and love helping other people.

Being a city planner, Pete usually works together with Molly in ways they can improve the town. They can easily work in sync since they both have similar ideas and personalities. Molly supports Pete in his projects and tries to get herself involved in them. In ¨The Turnip Twist¨ they come up with a Turnip festival to bring more attention to Brighton and help with improving its image. They are seeing dancing together during the song sequence and showing the judge Eva the festival around.

Pete believes that one should help others to make the world a better place, as helping is its own reward. He reminds Molly of this in the ¨Don't Gooder¨ when Molly gets angry that Andrea is getting the spotlight that she thinks should have been her. In spite of this, when Pete gets to be famous in social media in ¨Dance Dad Revolution¨ he lets the fame get to his head, losing sight of why he had started making those videos with Molly in first place. At the end of the episode he realizes his mistakes and asks Molly to delete his account.

When Pete gets anxious and nervous, Molly usually pushes him to move forward with her own positivity. Molly's more grounded nature contrasts with Pete's more paranoid and anxious nature. In the episode ¨Ice Princess¨ Molly encourages Pete to try skating with ice skater Sonia ghost to help her with moving on and stop the blizzard on Brighton.

On the episode ¨Twin Trouble¨ Billy and Tilly come to visit the Mcgees and constanly tease and humiliate Pete. Molly doesn't like seeing her dad getting put down by the twins and she, along with Scratch, tries to getting rid of the sobgoblins that are attracted to the misery that Pete is getting from his older siblings. Near the end Pete manages to stand up for himself and call out Billy and Tilly for their poor behaviour, making them stop bullying him.

Pete as parent is quite permissive, often letting Molly and Darryl do whatever they want as long as they don't get into trouble. He often goes along with his children's mischiefs, like when he and Darryl accidentally broke the hog water that was on the house basement in ¨Mama Gotta Hustle¨. In ¨Game Night¨ he gets very caught up playing the game with Molly and Darryl, ignoring the house chores they have to do.

On the other hand, he has his limits and tries to set a good example to his kids. He doesn't like when Darryl is called out by the principal in school, showing disapproval of his behaviour. It is easy to assume he does the same with Molly when she does something inappropriate too. As previously mentioned, he reminded Molly of doing good deeds for the sake of helping others and not turning it into a competition in ¨The Don't Gooder¨.

One flaw that Pete has in his parenting is that he may downplay when the family is going through a complicated situation. During the time they were homeless in ¨Home is Where the Haunt is¨, Pete kept trying to tell to the kids that they just needed some weeks to get their house back while Sharon insisted in being honest with them. This habit is something that Molly picked up from Pete, as she is seen hiding what is happening to her to Libby and saying that ¨everything was fine¨. Pete does this with the intentions of protecting his kids from the harsher reality but often he doesn't realize that it can do more harm than good by hiding certain things from Molly and Darryl.

In all, Molly really looks up to Pete and takes a lot from him. They both share similar ideas and personalities, making a good team when they come up with ideas to improve Brighton. Pete may sometimes be too permissive with Molly and Darryl but he still tries to be a good role model for them. He has a close relationship with Molly and they get along well most of the time.

[princessacexsnake]

The Gangreen Gang all in an RV enjoying Dairy Queen ice cream here!

Made by me! (x)

[wonderjanga]

I’m Not Brainwashed.

A blizzard hit Fawcett. It was a pretty harsh one too. His apartment doesn’t have heating too. So, Billy went on a journey to find a warm place to sleep.

First, he tried the corner owned by a nice old man. The man said he could bask in the store’s warmth until the store’s closing time.

Old Man: “I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here overnight.”

Billy: “There’s no need to apologize, Mister. It’s fine.”

Old Man: “But it isn’t. I wish I could keep you longer but I can’t. Here.” *gives Billy some wrapped sandwiches* “Come back tomorrow. I’ll let you stay again.”

Billy: *small smile* “I’ll try. Thanks, Mister.”

Billy would definitely come back tomorrow, but for now he had to find a place to sleep for the night. This was when Billy made the unfortunate mistake of going to the Rock of Eternity to get out of the cold for a moment.

Billy: *plops down in front of the throne eating one of the sandwiches given to him* “Hmm… Where am I gonna go now?”

Billy didn’t know that those would be his last words as he dozed off at the rock.

A full rest later…

Billy: *stirs awake* “Where am I…? The rock? Geez did I fall asleep?” *feels a buzz from his pocket dimension and pulls out his JL comm and sees like 95 notifications* “-Oh my GODS.”

That’s how Billy found out the hard way never to sleep at the Rock. Turns out, to everyone else, he disappeared. For a WEEK. Damn (he feels like he deserves to curse in this situation) the Rock of Eternity and the weird way it makes time go by. Let’s see… He’d missed an emergency meeting, several messages from his friends, and an either concerned or subtlety threatening text from Batman. Okay. That’s concerning. Uh… You know what? Before he goes and talks to his friends, why doesn’t he go check on Fawcett first?

So, he left the rock, and guess what? The blizzard is still going. He’d be lying if he said this didn’t peeve him. Thankfully, it was daytime, so that means the Old Man would probably let him in the store again.

Old Man: “There you are! You had me worried.”

Billy: “Sorry.” *sounds ashamed*

Old Man: “There’s no need to apologize. It’s just, you said you would be back the next day, and you never came. I thought something had happened to you! I’ve been stress cooking ever since.” *puts a large bag of food into Billy’s hands*

Billy: “I didn’t mean to stress you. You don’t have to give me this.”

Old Man: “Yes I do.” *points to the spot Billy sat the day he had come in* “Now go sit and eat.”

Billy: “Yes, Mister.” *trudges over me eats, feeling bad for making the man worry*

Soon though, Billy had to leave again. He said goodbye to the Old Man and started walking to the blistering cold. He had to find another place to sleep. He looked up the now night sky. He had an idea. It was a stupid one, but it was an idea nonetheless.

The intercom over head announced Captain Marvel’s presence in the watchtower. Wally paused in eating the quadruple double triple quintuple sandwich he made himself. Wasn’t it like 10 pm in Fawcett or something? Cap almost never came to the Watchtower after seven unless it was for monitor duty. The speedster quickly finished his sandwich and decided to go see if something was wrong.

Eventually, he found the Captain near the sleeping quarters. Most members of the JL had one. That included Cap, but as far as Wally knew, Marvel hadn’t so much as stepped foot in that room.

“Cap, buddy! What’re you doing here so late?” Flash asked, causing Marvel to startle.

“Oh uh… I thought I’d get some sleep.” The Captain said, anxiousness rolling off him in waves.

“I thought you didn’t need to sleep?”

“Well, I don’t, but I still like to, y’know?” Marvel said, scratching the back of his neck.

Flash shook his head. “Not really.”

A small, out of place, awkward silence filled the hallway where they stood for a moment before Flash spoke up again, “Where have you been all week-”

“Night!” Cap cut him off, quickly entering the room and letting the door shut behind him, abruptly ending the conversation.

Wally stood there for a few moments. Okay… Something was definitely wrong with his buddy. Had the speedster done something to upset him? He turned to start walking away. He’d talk to his buddy later.

Wally got maybe seven feet away before he heard a loud crash that sounded like lighting and then loud alarms that started ringing throughout the Watchtower. Something about an intruder? Batman walked over to him. Where he came from, only god knows.

“Flash.” Bruce greeted him as he passed, stopping in front of the door Marvel disappeared into just a few moments before.

“Spooky, what’s going on?” Flash sped over to stand next to him.

”There’s an intruder in this room.” Batman replied, as soon as he finished speaking, another large crash of lightning could be heard. The alarm then stopped blaring. This made the Dark Knight pause and start tapping something on the tablet Wally just realized the other man was holding.

“Did something happen?” Wally asked, leaning over to try and see the tablet.

“The intruder is gone. The Watchtower’s also sustained two major electrical strikes that traveled through the tower, temporarily shut down anything in its way. They traveled to this room.” Bruce said.

It was at that moment, Marvel decided to make an appearance. He looked panicked, and when he registered Batman was standing in front of him, the panic seemed to increase. “Mister Batman Sir! Heeeeeeey…”

“Captain, there’s an intru-” Batman didn’t get to finish that sentence before Marvel interrupted him.

“Sorry Mister Batman Sir, but I really gotta be going.” Marvel said hurriedly before speed walking to the zetas. Wally and Bruce watched him go.

Billy should’ve known it was too stupid of an idea to work! He wanted to see if he could detransform and sleep in the bed of the room, but nooooooooo it just had to trigger the alarm. Billy wasn’t proud about interrupting so many (two) people today, but he really, really needed to go because as soon as Flash and Batman step into his room, they’re gonna see two dark lightning marks on the floor. Then they’re gonna try and ask questions. Then that’s gonna lead to Billy having to explain that he can summon lightning to change into a little kid. Then they’re gonna get mad Billy lied to them about being an adult. Then, they’re gonna try stopping him from being a hero, and from there his life as a hero and as Billy Batson will crumble to literal dust.

Around fifteen minutes after Marvel left… Flash was pacing, practically making trails in the ground, “Spooky, he was gone for a week! Not only that but he was acting weird and we got a notification of a security breach. This might sound crazy, but I think it might be that worm thing he mentioned.”

“Worm thing?” Batman asked, sounding incredulous. Wally was wondering why he found that of all the things they’ve seen and heard unbelievable.

“Yeah! He said one of his villains is this little worm that crawls into your ear and takes control your brain.” Flash said, one of his fingers doing a weird wiggling motion as if to resemble a worm.

“So you think he’s being mind controlled?” Supes asked, sounding super concerned. Oh right, he’s here too. He’d just gotten off monitor duty with J’onn. At the moment, the Martian was in the kitchen getting some snacks.

“Yes!” Flash exclaimed. “It could explain why he up and disappeared.”

“Flash, for all we know, he could’ve been gone due to a family emergency or something along those lines.” Batman spoke.

“Well… just to be safe…?” Supes started, sounding cautious as he trailed off and nodded to a nearby cabinet the three, or at least Clark and Bruce, knew housed bug spray.

That was how they ended up cornering Marvel in Fawcett, Superman restraining the man while Batman sprayed bug spray in his face and ears. Meanwhile Flash was standing to the side nervously, holding a jar in case a certain green worm actually crawls out of Marvel’s ear.

So yeah, today was not Billy’s day, let alone week. Also, it turned out that there was a magical creature that was causing the blizzards. He proceeded to promptly beat it up for all the trouble and embarrassment it inadvertently caused him.

Don’t ask why I stopped formatting the dialogue the way I normally do for a couple seconds. I don’t even know. That’s actually why I didn’t post around eleven like I normally do. It was taking a while.

[evita-shelby]

12 days of smuffmas

Day 14:blizzard and blowjob

Brilliant Chang x Eva, set in the Vēnor verse

Winter at the new house brings a blizzard to London. It is warm, especially here in bed with Brilliant.

Charlie was at his father’s until the snow was cleared and save for the toddler’s calls good morning and good night, Tommy and Lucy are not to call her.

“Its warmer in Canton.” Billy said in between kisses. “Not as warm as your country, but maybe next winter we can go there and not come back until it's spring.”

Chan Nan has yet to propose and yet he already plans for a visit to his home country for the two of them. Though she’d like to take Charlie, Tommy likely wouldn’t let her. Barely agreed to let him meet Charlie and doesn’t even know they live at the new house.

Tommy had been smarting when she refused point blank to let him take back Grace now that she claims to have repented. He had only stopped pushing it until she told him he would get Grace killed within a month of their marriage. He wouldn’t have allowed them moving here, but what he doesn’t know won’t kill him, or else Eva would’ve made herself a widow instead of getting a divorce.

“I will hold you to it.” Eva ran her hands underneath the pajama shirt he wore, he flinched from how cold her hands had gotten from being on the telephone with Tommy because Charlie made him go downstairs so he could call his mother to say good morning. “I wish I could return the gesture but I am in every president’s black books back home.”

1923 greeted them with a fucking blizzard and even the luxurious bedcovers have them going to bed fully clothed in the best pajamas his warehouse fabrics can make.

“Such a bad girl, had you been Chinese my mother would adore you.” Her lover chuckles and takes the wandering hand teasing his firm chest and guides it downwards to the waistband of his pants. They are insatiable for each other, they’d learned to be quick and quiet when Charlie was with them and enjoyed the freedom of having the big house for themselves.

There wasn’t a room in it that hadn’t borne witness for its owners’ lust for each other. Even Charlie’s nursery had been defiled before he came to occupy it.

Brilliant Chang had been a committed bachelor, refusing to think of ever settling down with someone and sharing a life with them. And then he met a woman who made him chase her until she felt he had earned her.

Now that he has Eva, he won’t let her go.

“Says the man who hasn’t even proposed to me yet.” The witch removes her hand from the waistband and brings it over his shirt.

“But I will and that is all that matters.” The Chinese man points out threading his fingers with hers as they laze around in bed. “I love you.”

The first time he’d said it they had gone out dancing at his favorite club dancing so close not even a needle could’ve fit between them. He had whispered in her ear as if it were a state secret and she reciprocated it by kissing him so deeply the world vanished around them.

Then she stayed the night for the first time in their relationship and braved the world who cares too much about who the two of them fuck.

“I love you too.” She leaned up and kissed him sweetly and kissed the stubble on his jaw down his neck and every inch of skin as she undid the buttons on his fancy pajama shirt. The hand he was holding now helping her keep steady as she went lower and lower until she began to kiss the faint trail down to his cock.

“You don’t have to.” Billy says with his thumb tracing her lower lip despite him clearly wanting her to do exactly as she set out to do.

“But I do.” The witch responded as she lowered his pajama pants and took his manhood into her hot mouth. Her mouth that was far warmer than the hands that he’d hoped would’ve relieved his morning wood.

Brilliant groans as she takes him entirely and his hands thread themselves with her dark hair. He lets her set the pace most of the time, gives her what she needs and only after she admitted to enjoying being dominated on occasion, he began to show her why all those girls wept when they discovered how perfect Eva was.

It’s a gentle pace, one that allows them to draw this out longer and makes the usually composed man to really let go. He curses in Cantonese as his stomach tightens under her free hand as the other makes sure his balls aren’t left out of the fun.

“Eva.” His hands tug at her hair as the witch takes her sweet time sucking him off. He’d be coming soon enough as her hand tightens around his testicles to get him to completely unravel for her.

He's not the suave entrepreneur every woman wants when Eva has his way with him. She’s not the refined witch taking over society either, she’s the witch who exists to please her lover, to please them so well that sex without her feels dull.

It was how she made her lovers so loyal to her, Eva can fuck them better than karma.

The witch swallows every drop of his cum knowing he’s going to return the favor soon enough.

“Marry me.” He says still coming down from the high of his own orgasm and pulling her back up to chase the taste of his own spent in her mouth.

“Depends how nice the ring you get me.” The witch teased him as Brilliant put her on her back and kissed his way down to her already aching cunt to return the favor.

No better way to start the day with good fucking.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

12 Days of Smuffmas 2024 Masterlist

2023 Smuffmas Masterlist

December 12th - candlelight and collaring (Viserys III Targaryen)

December 13th - presents and praise kink (Daemon Targaryen)

December 14th - blizzard and blowjob (Billy Taylor)

December 15th - mulled wine and mutual masturbation (Tom Bennett)

December 16th - fireplace and face fucking (Aemond Targaryen)

December 17th - tinsel and talking dirty (Billy Washington)

December 18th - board games and breath play (Abraham)

December 19th - holly and hair pulling (Ettore)

December 20th - stockings and sex toys (Michael Gavey)

December 21st - dressing up and dry humping (Otto Hightower)

December 22nd - party and position changes (Osferth)

December 23rd - home videos and voyeurism (modern Aemond Targaryen)

Original prompt list