#flayed Billy

[elowmojo]

2019 Billy Fan Art

[runraerun]

normal nightly thoughts

[raven-cl]

Another quick flayed billy

[plistommy]

I need him to fuck Steve so badly right now

[hargrovesswifee]

If flayed, why hot?

[valtoon]

To paint the picture I made in my head at 3 am that inspired this: Billy manages to survive the mindflayer and everyone believes the upside down is done for (like always) BUT it obviously isn't. Vecna lays quiet for 18 years cooking up a new plan and comes back full force in 2003 in need of a vessel to finish what Billy couldn't, and what better host than Billy's own daughter, the flesh and blood of the original host.

[strangerqueerthings]

Eddie still doesn't understand how Billy came back, he just knows Billy came back.... different.

Not wrong, exactly- not according to Eddie, anyway. He thinks Billy is even more bad ass this way, and Billy actually seems happy about it. He's stronger, faster, and now, he's not afraid of the Upside Down.

Oddly, he's also just as cuddly when he 'hulks out,' if not more so- he's bigger and has fur, and he makes this really, really soothing rumbling sound just for Eddie that makes him melt down to his marrow.

Billy knows Eddie is different- he's known this since they became friends. Eddie does things with his hands, he paces in small tight circles that's more like spinning than pacing. He sometimes rocks back and forth while listening to music, and when he plays his guitar, it's very hard to bring him back to his senses, because he's so in the zone, so happy and blissed out when he does.

When he lived in California, Billy heard a term that fit- autistic. He doesn't know the specifics, but he knew exactly one other boy who was diagnosed with it, and while he had many different behaviors than Eddie, he sees enough similarities that he suspects Eddie's the same way.

The main similarity is when Eddie has a bad day, and he shuts down. He won't look at anyone, won't speak, won't leave his room because he won't put clothes on, and he simply sprawls in bed under all his blankets and pillows, curled up in a ball while listening to Metallica as loud as he can manage it, fingers playing along in the air with the guitar.

Billy figures between the weight and warmth of the pillows and blankets, the percussion of the music, and the tight ball Eddie curls himself into, that he has just what Eddie needs to feel better.

He lets his inner monster take over, and he peels the layers of cloth off Eddie, then flops on top of him. He presses Eddie into the mattress with his warm, heavy weight, curls around around him, and begins making the clicking, rumbling sound that Eddie has mentioned he likes.

Eddie calms down in mere moments, and he rides out his meltdown far easier, safer, and more comfortably than he's ever managed on his own- and for the first time since "coming back," Billy doesn't feel like a monster.

[justalittledrainbamage]

More art my dudes

[idiotcurls]

In honour of Stranger Things day, I thought I'd doodle around a bit. First thing that came to me was flayed Billy. Dacre Montgomery got this really awfully sad look to him in that season. Broke my heart, even though I had no good thoughts for Billy before. WHY ARE YOU MEAN TO MY CHILDREN AND MY HUSBAND (steve)

Anyway.

[every-dayiwakeup]

This post by @thatgirlwithasquid made me think, if Billy is in pain when the Mind Flayer is in pain... does it go both ways? If Billy is in pain, does the MF feel it? 

The scene where Billy’s drinking bleach, I personally think he was trying to kill the thing inside him. 

Freedom at any cost, even his own life. 

It makes no sense otherwise, for the MF to force him to drink it. Why kill the host when you’re still occupying their body? That just defeats the whole purpose of possessing Billy. 

Also: 

The creature likes it cold. 

via @local-redhead-bookworm: I wonder if a small part of him was like “oh this bastard doesn’t like the heat? Even more reason for me to go to work.”

[dearramiel]

Heyy! I was wondering if you’d be down to write something smutty involving Flayed!Billy Hargrove and reader? (I’m sorry that man makes me f e r a l) Preferably rough considering the fact that he’s possessed, maybe some dubcon and whatever else you’d like! If you’re not comfortable with that though, feel free to ignore ((:

Oh my god, absolutely! I've been meaning to write flayed! Billy for a while, and have some plots to work with. This is the push I needed!

I will try to start writing this soon!

[elowmojo]

- [ FL A Y E D ] 4th OF JULY- And Happy Independence Day to all Americans fellows ♥

Sorry I messed up the drawing, I did it too late, I've lost track of time. But I still wanted to do something special, since I discovered Stranger Things during Season 3 release.

[runraerun]

here, have some wallpapers I made! 📲💕

[raven-cl]

Quick little Billy I did while I'm finishing up other stuff 🤧

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

thinking about flayed!billy and flayed!reader who literally had no idea who one another were but often found eachother in the locker room showers (of the community pool) just standing under freezing cold water.

neither of you had known that the other was flayed until one time he'd just pulled you into the shower with him in attempt to bash you against the wall in pure anger.

when you felt the cold water your head falls back against the wall billy had pushed you into and you moan loudly in immediate pleasure as he gets away from the heat.

because he likes it cold.

the second he sees your face, the black veins fading away, he knows.

the two of you end up pushing eachother out of under the shower head, taking turns under the cold water.

you guys would shower together every day that you would go to the pool. and since you had a little brother who wanted to go all the time, that left you in the heat, and you couldn't take it.

it burnt your skin. the what you used to think was average 80 degree weather became equivalent to the burn of flames when it hit your skin.

you would cover as much of your body as you could until you'd go into the locker rooms to take a cold shower. you'd undress from your longsleeved shirt and shorts to where you're just wearing the bikini you'd always wear beneath.

and every time, either billy had been there waiting for you, or he'd follow you swiftly into the shower.

he was most vulnerable when he was with you. it wasn't so bad when he was with you. he knew that he was real, when he was with you. he was himself, for short periods of time.

vulnerability made it easier for the two of you to be under control of your own mind.

sometimes you guys would hug eachothers bodies tight and stand under the water together when it was specifically hotter than usual outside.

he found you screaming in pain sitting outside on the hot concrete after hours. your skin was blistering, you were crying. your brother, who usually would be there, wasn't there.

"what are you doing here? the pool is closed, little girl." he'd pull your arm, lifting you up off the burning hot ground before bringing you to the shower you'd usually be in.

you can't stop the tears. this wasn't him, this was you. this was you fighting to get out of this scary deep trance he'd put you into.

"why?" you cry out as billy pushes you under the cold water in hopes of your sulking to stop.

you grip your blistered shoulder, your blood was black. you could see movement as the cold water pieced your skin back together.

continuing to cry softly as you sit on the floor of the shower, rubbing hands through wet hair.

he just watches in silence before he brings himself into the shower, you hear him groan from behind you when the water stops hitting your back.

"stand up." he'd instruct before you begrudgingly ignore him, "i said, stand up, girl." he'd say in a more angry tone.

you whine before you stand up and face him, mascara staining your undereyes from tears. he has his arms out before you walk into them, hugging him as the water hits the both of you exactly where it needed to most.

one day he'd invited you on a walk late at night, when it'd been slightly chilled. the two of you wearing little clothing, such as a sports bra and shorts and he'd simply be wearing basketball shorts.

the two of you walk, the sandals protecting your feet from touching the hot streets below you.

"it's nice out." he hums.

you don't respond. you don't know where he's taking you.

soon you'd arrive at some deserted, abandoned hospital looking building.

walking inside, seeing containers with body parts in them, shivers flow down your spine.

"strange." billy says softly before walking back to where the two of you had entered.

"wait." he'd stop walking at the sound of your voice, "i'm cold."

he turns around with a grunt, "it's not that cold in here, sweets. let's just go." he lightly takes your hand into his own, leading you out of the building.

your body stays cold, and you're unsure why.

"that bothered you, didn't it?" billy asks.

you nod slightly, holding his hand tighter as you walk side by side to a nearby bed and breakfast.

you knock on the door and an elderly woman answers, "hello, would you like a room?".

"yeah." billy would respond, squeezing my hand tightly as he attempts not to hurt her.

she leads us upstairs, talking about nothing in specific before opening a door to a small room, one bed, and a small television.

you sigh, letting go of billy's hand.

"you did good." he'd praise quietly as he opens the window, turning on the small fan located across the room.

he'd praise you for having not flayed anyone else. the two of you had to learn not to hurt people, as there were too many surrounding the two of you constantly.

your bodies would be controlled by this monster that had taken over the two of you. training your mind to resist urges that hadn't been your own intentions.

each day that passes is different, attempting to relearn simple things that were taken from you.

the next morning when the two of you had gone downstairs to have breakfast with the elderly woman, you couldn't control yourself.

your body disobeyed your mind. when he watched you abuse the woman he gets the urge himself.

kind of like when a wolf howls, the entire pack begins to, letting others know where they are.

"you're so horrible, you know that?" he'd say as he closes the trunk to the woman's car, her body lying inside.

"it's not me."

[strangerthingfanfic]

Look who came #billyhargrove #strangerthings #BillyDeservedBetter