mind flayed.

Well, I'm hot blooded check it and see -- I got a fever of a hundred and three

[queenincrimson]

Billy Hargrove - Chapter Eight: The Mind Flayer (2x08)

[lifeguardbilly]

[kegstandking]

      The only warning of his approach was the dull, heavy thuds of his boots across the parking lot cement -- before he unceremoniously slapped the foil wrapped breakfast sandwich into Steve’s hands. It was practically oozing grease, but what could one expect from gas stop in the middle of a goddamn desert? 

      “ Eat, princess. You look like shit -- I told you to sleep, ” came the rough edges of his own sleep deprived voice, his sunken eyes thankfully hidden behind his aviators, “ Granted the car’s no super eight -- but it’s all we got for the time being. ” With a half cocked smirk, Billy made a point to brush past Steve on the way to the gas cap on his camaro, humming to himself. 

       “ You owe me two fifty for the sandwich, by the way. I take cash, credit, and handies if you’re really strapped for payment. ” It was a lewd and gruff joke, but there wasn’t an ounce of malice to it as he set to filling up the tank of the car. || @starcourtking​

[kegstandking]

      The bat swung in lazy, intimidating arcs just to his side in a mimicry of a pendulum. Back and forth. Back and forth. But not once did he let his narrowed gaze stray from the other. Sizing him up like a predator would competition -- or a threat. Even still, Billy kept his expression calm as could be -- precariously dangling cigarette from his lip and all. The picture of delinquent shit disturber without a care in the world. 

      “ So what now? ” came the low, rough drawl as he lifted a hand to pull the cigarette away from his mouth. There was an almost swagger to the shift of his weight as he began to lean towards the car he was clearly in the middle of wrecking ten ways to Sunday. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered the still burning cigarette to the hood of the car -- grinding it with a measured press of his fingers as he finally let the bat’s end rest against the pavement with a dull clack. “ You gonna tell on me or somethin’? Rat me out for misbehaviour? ” || @replicantdeviancy​

[kegstandking]

consider this a very small and timid startercall

[kegstandking]

      " - you’re in my spot. ” 

      Posture tense and expression deceptively calm, Billy made a show of taking one slow drag off his cigarette. Never once did he break eye contact, and when he was satisfied his lungs where filled to the brim with toxic smoke? He let it all out in one precisely aimed gust of air -- accented by a faint click of his teeth. 

                                                               “ Move. ” || open to mutuals

[starcourtking]

“And somethin’ struck me, it struck me deep — it knocked me to my knees.”

                     independent, private & selective STEVE HARRINGTON           from Netflix’s Stranger Things & Behaviour Interactive’s Dead by Daylight                                                      protected by Kay

template by kingsleigh

[i-find-the-beauty-in-chaos]

I sat alone, in bed till the morning I’m crying, “They’re coming for me” And I tried to hold these secrets inside me My mind’s like a deadly disease

[kegstandking]

hey all. i’m not dead - spiritually maybe but ayy who isn’t?? but i’ve been really trying to get back to writing i just... don’t know how to jumpstart it again. maybe a remake? i dunno. but if folks still wanna write lemme know. i’m up for building new dynamics, aus — anything to get my creativity going again lmao

[starcourtking]

“ Baaaaaby boy, Happy Birthday.” Billy proceeds to sit in Steve’s lap. | @kegstandking​ asked

     The smile is hard fought, creeping onto his features despite his great efforts to at least seem annoyed by the sudden weight in his lap. Sometimes it felt more like Steve was dealing with a big, affectionate dog than an actual person, but seeing as he was a pretty physical person himself it rarely actually bothered him. It was sweet, really–and it never failed to cheer him up when he was feeling low.

     As one arm snaked around Billy’s waist, laughter spilled out of him, warm and bright. The war was lost, so why keep pretending? All day he had moped around, feeling sulky, pouting like a little princess that had never gotten her pony–and then in ten seconds all of that seemed to vanish. Billy had managed to pull a real smile out of him with almost no effort at all.

    How was that fair?

     “And here I was, starting to think you’d forgotten. So is this my present? You’re gonna try and smother me to death? You know you’re a lot heavier than you look.”

[kegstandking]

“i’m a connoisseur of roads.”

my own private idaho ( 1991 ) sentence starters - accepting

      Smoke billowed from between his lips as he let out a harsh bark of laughter. Brows raised high and teeth bared in a wide, borderline condescending smile, Billy waved a hand at her. An aimless gesture of amusement as his cigarette dangled precariously pinched by his fingers. “ The hell is that supposed to mean? You uh – ” he let out a snort as his head cocked to the side, eyeing her pointedly, “ You drive a lot and thus consume a lot of road? Or are we talking you fall enough to eat more pavement than normal making you an expert in it? ”

[kegstandking]

i do wanna give a small loving shout out @ all the beautiful souls who have checked up on me, kept in contact and just talked with me regularly even when i was struggling really hard these past few months. it’s been a whirlwind for me ( and honestly everyone else at this point ) and there have been some real scary days that have been broken by just genuine loving and concern from my friends. i don’t know wtf i’d do without you glorious bastards and honestly? you all keep me wanting to get better and my brain back on track so i can write and be back on my bullshit with you. so just... thank you. from the bottom of my heart.

[kegstandking]

      " . . . shit. ” The words cut through the low trill of hard rock on the radio as Billy’s foot let up on the gas. Back roads on their way to the west coast had been the best solution - especially if their parents had decided to send troopers after them . . . But their downside? Billy, begrudgingly, would admit they turned him around. Even on a sunny day without a goddamn cloud in the sky, somewhere in Missouri, they got the best of him. “ Rise and shine, Princess -- ” he turned with a gentle push to the side of Steve’s head, smirking shamelessly as his eyes kept firm on the road, “ You’re gonna have to pull out that map and tell me where the hell this is. I’m not seeing a turn off anywhere. ”  | @starcourtking​ liked for a starter.

[kegstandking]

      The hand struck out alarmingly quick - the resounding smack of flesh loud even in the hallway. There was jeering laughter - there always was - as Billy’s hand balled into a tight fist into the back of the guy’s shirt and yanked him backwards. But he didn’t let him fall. Instead, Billy’s arm wound tight and ‘playfully’ around poor Orel’s neck as he held him in a headlock, grinning broadly. “ Heya, Jesus Freak. What’d I tell you about walking my way during lunch, ” came the low, crooning jeer as he shoved himself right into his space. Arm a steel vice and teeth bared as he ducked until they were eye level. “ You know how I feel about you. But hey, it’s fate today, Orville. Because I’ve been meaning to talk one. on. one. with you. ” | @themoralpuppington​ liked for a starter.

[kegstandking]

      A sharp, short, shrill whistle cut through the chaotic ambient noise of the Hawkins’ High parking lot post classes. Eyes boring into the girl, Billy - looking far too comfortable with his domineering tendencies - gave her a flitting once over before raising his cigarette. Expression surprisingly passive, he cocked a brow at her as he leaned his full weight into his camaro. “ Hey. Got a light? ” came the low, even words as he lifted his other hand to wiggle a gleaming lighter tauntingly, “ All out of my own gas. ” | @autumnwere​ liked for a starter.

[kegstandking]

screamsfate· / LYDIA.

          COLOR   HER   IMPRESSED   —   she   thought   she’d   heard   everything,   but   of   all   the   ways   the   strawberry   bombshell’s   been   asked   out,   this   had   to   be   the   most   creative.   ❛   really   ?   ❜   blush   kissed   features   tilted   skeptically,   catlike   eyes   narrowing   in   a   playful   manner   as   she   listened.   with   a   milan   supermodel-esque   poise   &   attitude,   navigating   the   hallways   was   naturally   a   cake   walk   for   lydia   but   she   admired   his   assertive   effort.   make   no   mistake,   lydia’s   not   that   easy   —   she’d   typically   roll   her   eyes   &   swank   past   anyone   else   who   tried   a   similar   approach   —   but   she   was   waiting   for   billy   to   walk   her   way,   and   now   that  she   had   his   attention,   who   was   she   to   say   no   to   a   good   time   ?    ❛   wow.   i’m   actually   more   of   a   wine   girl   …   but    i   know   how   to   party,   ❜   she   teased   with   pink   stained   lips   blossoming   into   a   honeyed   smile  ;   in   no   parallel   universe   was   she   about   to   resist   this   opportunity.   ❛   and   that   sounds   like   a   pretty   stellar   initiation.   sign   me   up.   ❜

      His smile grew shark-like in size -- all teeth and narrowed eyes. Grip tightening just a fraction around her, he couldn’t help but let out a low rumble of laughter. Sometimes it was just that easy. He liked it when a girl knew what she wanted and didn’t try the whole ‘coy’ bullshit. This was much more preferable in Billy’s books. “ Wine,  huh? Maybe you’d be more suited to join the afternoon brunches with all the washed up moms in this town, ” came the nasty, crooned tease - but he never once backed down. Smoothing a hand over his jaw with a flick of his tongue, Billy glanced down the hall one way. Then another. Before pressing in as close as he could. Uncaring of the write up he’d undoubtedly be slapped with should a teacher find him like this -- again. “ But I’ll take you up on proving me wrong. There’s some backwater bonfire crap these kids got going on tonight - kegs of beer, woods. We can take a detour it. Maybe before the backseat introduction - maybe after. You’ll find I’m a pretty flexible guy. ”

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