[ He doesn't really want to go anywhere with Steve, but he's tipsy enough that he's suggestable even if he questions it, so he grabs the bag he got from the liquor store and gets into the BMW.
He opens another can of beer now that he's not the one driving and takes a few sips as he looks around. ]
You coulda got a way cooler car for the money.
[ The fact that some people might actually prioritize solid build quality and safety features over picking the slickest, loudest, fastest car possible is foreign to him. ]
[Whether or not Billy was meant to hear that comment remains to be seen as Steve pops the lock on the door and swings it open for Billy to climb in. Why - hell, it's a good question. Steve has plenty of excuses, but no tangible reason except that, ugh, it's the Right Thing To Do.]
Some of us don't need to compensate. [Billy's car is cool, though Steve would like it a lot more if Billy weren't such a prick all the time. Steve peels out of the parking lot, turning onto the main street and heading wherever-the-fuck.]
[ He mumbles, it's not a terribly strong comeback but he can't let a remark from his self-proclaimed rival go completely without a comeback, either, so that'll have to do. ]
[Steve just snorts and doesn't press it. He doesn't need to, he knows what the fuck he's about and honestly? The days of snapping back, hot and prideful, at assholes like Billy are past him. None of it matters, none of it fucking matters when he's been a hair away from eating dirt. Really puts life into perspective.]
Tipi field, dude. What, you want to drink behind the Aldens?
[ The dark blue Camaro rolls slowly down the alleyway, leaning hard on one side. One of the rear tires has blown out, though the single occupant seems a great deal too stressed out for a simple flat tire. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck - [ Billy steps out of the car, pacing around a bit before doing something that looks like a poor attempt at a breathing exercise. He pops his trunk open and pulls out a jack, a lug wrench, and a spare tire before he gets to changing out the flat. With the speed he works one would think he's auditioning for a pit crew, and all the while he's cussing like a sailor.
Today has not been Billy's day. He just spent two hours stuck in traffic and half an hour of that was spent pulled over by the cops who were certain that he was on something and didn't let him go until he walked back and forth in a straight line twenty times and recited the whole alphabet backward. Fuck them, no one can recite the alphabet backward on the first try. To top it all off, the second he got going at a decent speed again his tire blew out and he had to slowly roll somewhere secluded so he could change it. After spending the better part of the day sitting still or being provoked, he'd be surprised if he made it through the tire change without setting something off.
And he doesn't. Right on queue, the bulb of a nearby lamppost burst as flame starts to engulf it. He jumps back a bit at the noise, wiping the sweat from his brow. ] Yeah, fuck you, too.
[ He flips the lamppost off, as if that'll help anything. It's a better outcome than he expected, though: at least he didn't torch his precious car or get himself into a world of trouble by setting one of those cops on fire. He's almost relieved until he sees some pale bastard dressed in all black standing in the shadows and staring right at him.
Billy just stares at Klaus slack-jawed for a moment, his cigarette falling out of his mouth and onto the ground. ] Dammit. [ He'd been caught red handed. What the hell should he do about that? Well, it was just a lamppost, and the guy he was looking at didn't exactly scream 'credible witness'. It's alright, it's alright, he'll just slip back into his car and drive away.
But as he reaches for the handle, a nearby trashcan starts to smoke, and then smolder, and then - well, that fluffy jacket his observer was wearing was about ten seconds away from lighting up like a bonfire.
He considers just driving off. He really does. But whatever sorry excuse of a conscience he has is still one step above letting someone who hadn't even pissed him off burn up in a back alleyway. ]
Hey, you, uh - [ He gestures to the trash can. ] You should get away from that.
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[oddly enough (though not to people who know him), klaus isn't roused by the sound of the camaro rolling into the alleyway. the noise registers to him, sure, but he's used to vehicles breezing through at all hours of the night around this place, which is even weirder, considering the shadiness of the area-- and not just the darkness being cast over the barely visible street that will end up being worse after one of the lamp-posts catches fire.
what does cause him to snap to is another person's voice; it makes him blink a few times to clear the haze in his vision, eyebrows knitting together before he finally realizes: yes, that's another voice, and it doesn't seem too far away? but also, someone sounds pissed as hell about whatever they're doing, so it's not like he can just ignore whoever it is now. he puffs on the remaining bit of his joint, pinches the end between his fingers to make certain it's out then tucks the roach into the open pack of cigarettes he's got in his pocket.
climbing up onto this damn fire escape might've been a great idea when he was sober, but now that he's walking hand-in-hand with good ol' mary-jane and a few uppers, scaling down the ladder proves to be far more difficult than when he'd ascended the first time. mercifully, he manages to get back onto solid ground without breaking his neck, straightens himself out a bit and heads toward where he'd thought he heard the other person's cursing.
he stumbles across the scene of billy changing his tire, narrows his eyes, doesn't even really think much of it, but as the guy finishes and he goes to turn away, the street-light bursts into flames. the surprised yelp klaus lets out is completely undignified, barely smothered against the fur collar of his coat when he ducks down in an attempt to avoid being sprayed by the shower of sparks or the flames dropping onto the asphalt below.
holy fucking shit, he thinks, mouth hanging open, eyes wide as saucers. how the hell did that happen? while he's contemplating it, the skinny medium doesn't think to maybe pay attention to his surroundings until it's too late— shit, he's been seen and as he draws his attention from the light to the other male, it occurs to him: the little visitor who's decided to come creeping around his usual spot obviously wasn't expecting to be seen, either.]
Uhhh, [is about as far as he gets though, standing there like a deer caught in headlights, impossibly widened dark-ringed eyes looking frantically between billy, his car and the one way he knows how to get out of the alley. klaus could run, there's still the chance, but as he continues gawking, his curiosity gets the better of him.
that, and the fact a nearby trashcan has abruptly caught on fire.] Jesus Christ—! [he backpedals away from the burning drum, clutches his coat tighter around himself and whips his head back in billy's direction.]
Did... did you do that? And set the light on fire? [he redirects his attention to the lamp for emphasis then lowers his gaze again.] Don't worry, I'm not going to turn you in or anything, I just [pause] can't actually believe what I'm seeing.
Like, I'm pretty sure I'm high as a goddamn kite, but also: shit is spontaneously combusting? Please, just tell me I haven't lost my fucking mind.
[ Billy quirks an eyebrow at Klaus. So he's high as a goddamn kite, huh? And he looks it, too. On the off chance this guy went to the authorities he seriously doubts anyone would believe him.
He's half tempted to just say 'yeah, you're losing it' and leave, but he can still feel that lingering flicker of heat in his chest he always gets when he's about to go off again. He can direct where it goes, if he's aware of it in time, but he can't put it out.
When the fire wants to come out, it will, and there's not a damn thing Billy can do about it. This guy's seen enough already, he can see Billy let off some steam, too. ]
No, you're not crazy. [ He inhales, deeply. ] Just stand back, alright?
[ He squeezes his eyes shut and exhales, slow and methodical, letting all of that pent-up anger out. What maintenance crew decided Friday night was the best time to close a bridge? What idiot got a fender bender going thirty miles per hour on the detour route? How'd they get a driver's license? Why'd the cops always have to pull him over, just because he sat there in traffic revving his engine at them? Why couldn't they take their backward alphabet and shove it right up their ass?
Billy clenches his fist and the fire in the trash bin grows, higher and higher and higher, flames licking up against the brick wall and leaving scorch marks. There's a high pitched hiss it's so hot -
- and then all at once it settles down, nothing but smoke and embers. Billy's heart pounds and his breathing is heavy, but the heat built up inside of him is gone. For now.
He turns to Klaus, glaring at him with those fierce blue eyes. ] You're damn right you're not turning me in. [He puts on his best angry face although something else shines through. He's afraid. His eyes are damp although he rubs his face with his sleeve in an attempt to hide it. Last time he was seen it didn't turn out very well for him, so here he was on the opposite end of the country trying to play normal and royally fucking it up. ]
Vaguely Steve remembers that he'd been out looking for Billy Hargrove. Max thought something weird was up with him, like Upside Down weird. Steve wasn't about to let the kids hunt down Billy on their own, especially if something was up with him.
He'd driven around Hawkins, looking for the familiar Camaro. He'd found it, and--
Movement nearby distracts him, and he turns his head towards it, vision blurring into focus.
It dawns on him that he doesn't know where he is. Or how he got here. Or anything that happened after finding the Camaro. ]
[ Steve was out cold for longer than Billy thought he would be. He doesn't know his own enhanced strength yet, it would seem. Oops. He carried him off to the abandoned mill and left him lying on the floor.
Steve isn't restrained, but Billy's watching him closely, crouched in the distance like a cat about to pounce. Part of him hopes Steve does try and run. Chasing him down would be enjoyable. ]
Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants. [ He laughs. He's having fun with this, at least. Aren't you having fun, Harrington? Aw, too bad. ]
Hilarious. [ So it is Billy. Great. Better him than the Mind Flayer Eleven keeps going on about.
Sitting up proves to be a mistake, as Steve's head spins with the effort. A little relief comes from pressing the heels of his hands against his face, but not much. ] Jesus Christ, if this is your idea of a--
[ His surroundings, now that he's aware enough to look around, aren't familiar. Concern drawing a frown on his face, he looks over at Billy. ]
Are you about to pull out a chainsaw and start going all murder-happy on me, Hargrove?
[ Making jokes, the best way to deal with rising panic. ]
[ Steve's head appears from behind the window, and he's not able to contain the way his eyes roll back into his head. His life has turned into constant state of embarrassment since he started here and it's gotta be karma that Billy's here to poke fun at him too.
Billy Hargrove who got hired as a lifeguard at a lame outdoor pool and is more tanned than ever. He doesn't come out from the back of the store, glad that Robin isn't here to see this humiliation. ]
Sorry, Hargrove. Paying customers only.
[The small sign on the counter which brightly proclaims ask about trying our flavors! says otherwise.]
[ He turns the sign around to face Steve and taps it, just to be passive aggressive about it. He has no intention of buying any ice cream, he just wants a closer view of Steve. ]
Not only was she going down to King's Landing but she was betrothed to the prince. She was going to marry a handsome prince who would be a brave and noble king and she would be his queen. It was everything she could've hoped for. She even got to ride in the same carriage as the princess. It was all so lovely despite the long days of swaying and bumping along the road.
Even when they stopped at an Inn halfway there, her and Arya able to sleep in real beds, Sansa found herself impatient to keep going and get to the capital. But there was no such luck as all of King Robert's men and her father's needed rest. Arya had run off somewhere and Sansa couldn't find the prince, either. So, with Lady next to her, ribbons around her neck and a soft leather strap as a leash for her, she walks around outside the inn, mainly sticking to the Northern men of her father. She recognizes most of them.
Including one that is a bit younger and struggling with mending something. She thinks to leave him to it but then notices him pricking his finger. Deciding against her first impulse, Sansa goes over to William Mormont, steering Lady to come with her. Once she's close enough, ]
[ He doesn't look up from his work before he speaks, sucking a drop of blood off of the tip of his finger where the needle had pricked it. ] If I can handle a gash on my arm I can handle a tear in my shirt.
[ A smarmy response, directed at who he assumes is one of the servants he's yet to scare off. He looks up and his expression falls. Apparently, he just mouthed off to the future queen. So much for that stern lecture he received on not being an embarrassment to the family while he's here. ] Uh, I mean - my lady.
[ He dips his head in a bit of a bow as he continues to sew. It's a mess: the stitches are loose and too far apart, if he wears it like that it's going to unravel in a couple days at most. He's just too proud to ask for help. ] Didn't your father tell you to stay away from Billy the Brute?
[ Ned wouldn't have used that nickname himself, but there was no doubt in Billy's mind that it's reached every ear in camp by now. He didn't actually look like much of a brute up close with his soft features and eyelashes longer than most of the girls he knows, but he was ruthless in combat and sometimes outside of it, too. ]
[ It's those exact features that have Sansa staring at him even after his rude words. The name itself is one she isn't familiar with. The Hound has been more intimidating than one of her own countrymen. Lady leans against her leg comfortingly and protectively and Sansa reaches down to rub at her soft ears.
He didn't scare her. Which surprised her. ]
You're a Bear. A Mormont. My father says House Mormont is full of good men. He trusts his men more than the Lannister's guards.
[ Billy always likes to hang out around the beach, because that's where all the people were and he has an innate need to show off. Plus, it's as good of a place as any to work on his tan.
Or, as the case might be today, it's a good place to splash Korra while she's relaxing on the beach.
Which he does. Right now. And that tail of his can send quite a bit of water her way.
it's so hot. more than just relatively hot since korra grew up in the south pole, this day in kyst is almost stiflingly hot. korra has shed her normal outfit for something more beach ready, leaning back on the blanket she's spread out on the sand, having just finished going through her paces for the day. she had fully intended to take a nap through the worst of the heat, but— ]
—Billy!
[ her surprise is a shriek, instinctively raising her hands to protect her face.
well, now she's soaking wet. but hey, at least she's cooler now! ]
[ Billy knelt behind the tub, one hand in the bath water so he could use his powers to keep it nice and warm as he ran his fingers through Klaus's long hair with his other hand. He wasn't doing this because he cared about Klaus, or anything like that. This was just a casual hookup. He'd had plenty of those before. It just so happens that he was a bit rougher than he usually was (though the other Number Four didn't seem to mind at all), so he wanted to make sure that everything was alright afterwards.
Basic courtesy, that's all, combined with the fact that the rest of those Umbrella guys might decide to kick his ass if Klaus complained about him. Not feelings. Definitely not.
Maybe he enjoyed massaging shampoo into Klaus's hair. Maybe he enjoyed running a sponge over his back and chest where freshly formed bruises from their time in bed were starting to show. Klaus was physically attractive so that didn't necessarily mean anything, right? He just liked to touch an attractive person. Who didn't? ]
[the séance doesn't think much about bruises littering his torso or bitemarks crisscrossing over his neck and shoulders, not in the painful sense, anyhow. sure, they hurt with the same dull, achy throb that any injuries do but knowing they were made by billy, being completely aware it was something they both wanted and are now taking care of together – aftercare doesn't necessarily mean feelings! – it makes his heartbeat stutter every time he considers what else it might mean. don't think so much, idiot, you'll ruin the moment. (later on, when they're both a little more wound down, it's going to hit him like a freight train going at full speed.)
but for now, he's alright accepting whatever this is, feels oddly safe and grounded with billy helping him clean up.
and getting attention from a hot guy has never been something klaus has bitched about, quite the opposite really, although he can't help wondering: what would billy think if he had caught feelings? a better question might be what would anyone from the umbrella academy think if he ended up with them? he shivers faintly, which is able to be passed off as billy hitting a particular spot with the sponge rather than the possibility of fear lingering above both their heads.] I owe you one, yeah? You've scrubbed my back, so it'll be your turn next time, [followed by a soft, lilting sort of laugh.]
[ He smiles, kissing the bite marks on Klaus's neck.
To say that he's been deprived of all physical affection would be going too far, but he's been led to believe that he's dangerous. That he shouldn't be touched or held or shown any affection in the times he needed it most: when he's sad or scared or angry. He pushed everyone away for fear that he might hurt them by accident...until someone from another timeline with no idea who he was or what he could do came in and treated him like a normal guy.
And nothing bad happened. Even when he was emotional, he didn't so much as singe a hair on Klaus. Maybe Klaus was just special - or maybe he had more control over his abilities than he thought.
The way he just slightly raised the temperature of the bath water suggested the latter. To think that a few weeks ago he would have been afraid of accidentally boiling it. ]
Assuming you can still walk straight after next time. [ He chuckles, splashing some water over Klaus's hair. 'I intend to absolutely rail you next time' is, at least, a baby step in the direction of 'hey, maybe I have feelings for you'. ]
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steve harrington / mrmom;
Why?
[ He doesn't really want to go anywhere with Steve, but he's tipsy enough that he's suggestable even if he questions it, so he grabs the bag he got from the liquor store and gets into the BMW.
He opens another can of beer now that he's not the one driving and takes a few sips as he looks around. ]
You coulda got a way cooler car for the money.
[ The fact that some people might actually prioritize solid build quality and safety features over picking the slickest, loudest, fastest car possible is foreign to him. ]
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[Whether or not Billy was meant to hear that comment remains to be seen as Steve pops the lock on the door and swings it open for Billy to climb in. Why - hell, it's a good question. Steve has plenty of excuses, but no tangible reason except that, ugh, it's the Right Thing To Do.]
Some of us don't need to compensate. [Billy's car is cool, though Steve would like it a lot more if Billy weren't such a prick all the time. Steve peels out of the parking lot, turning onto the main street and heading wherever-the-fuck.]
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[ He mumbles, it's not a terribly strong comeback but he can't let a remark from his self-proclaimed rival go completely without a comeback, either, so that'll have to do. ]
Where're we going?
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Tipi field, dude. What, you want to drink behind the Aldens?
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umbrella academy au - for hellseher
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck - [ Billy steps out of the car, pacing around a bit before doing something that looks like a poor attempt at a breathing exercise. He pops his trunk open and pulls out a jack, a lug wrench, and a spare tire before he gets to changing out the flat. With the speed he works one would think he's auditioning for a pit crew, and all the while he's cussing like a sailor.
Today has not been Billy's day. He just spent two hours stuck in traffic and half an hour of that was spent pulled over by the cops who were certain that he was on something and didn't let him go until he walked back and forth in a straight line twenty times and recited the whole alphabet backward. Fuck them, no one can recite the alphabet backward on the first try. To top it all off, the second he got going at a decent speed again his tire blew out and he had to slowly roll somewhere secluded so he could change it. After spending the better part of the day sitting still or being provoked, he'd be surprised if he made it through the tire change without setting something off.
And he doesn't. Right on queue, the bulb of a nearby lamppost burst as flame starts to engulf it. He jumps back a bit at the noise, wiping the sweat from his brow. ] Yeah, fuck you, too.
[ He flips the lamppost off, as if that'll help anything. It's a better outcome than he expected, though: at least he didn't torch his precious car or get himself into a world of trouble by setting one of those cops on fire. He's almost relieved until he sees some pale bastard dressed in all black standing in the shadows and staring right at him.
Billy just stares at Klaus slack-jawed for a moment, his cigarette falling out of his mouth and onto the ground. ] Dammit. [ He'd been caught red handed. What the hell should he do about that? Well, it was just a lamppost, and the guy he was looking at didn't exactly scream 'credible witness'. It's alright, it's alright, he'll just slip back into his car and drive away.
But as he reaches for the handle, a nearby trashcan starts to smoke, and then smolder, and then - well, that fluffy jacket his observer was wearing was about ten seconds away from lighting up like a bonfire.
He considers just driving off. He really does. But whatever sorry excuse of a conscience he has is still one step above letting someone who hadn't even pissed him off burn up in a back alleyway. ]
Hey, you, uh - [ He gestures to the trash can. ] You should get away from that.
just gonna drop a cw: drugs here because, well, it's klaus
what does cause him to snap to is another person's voice; it makes him blink a few times to clear the haze in his vision, eyebrows knitting together before he finally realizes: yes, that's another voice, and it doesn't seem too far away? but also, someone sounds pissed as hell about whatever they're doing, so it's not like he can just ignore whoever it is now. he puffs on the remaining bit of his joint, pinches the end between his fingers to make certain it's out then tucks the roach into the open pack of cigarettes he's got in his pocket.
climbing up onto this damn fire escape might've been a great idea when he was sober, but now that he's walking hand-in-hand with good ol' mary-jane and a few uppers, scaling down the ladder proves to be far more difficult than when he'd ascended the first time. mercifully, he manages to get back onto solid ground without breaking his neck, straightens himself out a bit and heads toward where he'd thought he heard the other person's cursing.
he stumbles across the scene of billy changing his tire, narrows his eyes, doesn't even really think much of it, but as the guy finishes and he goes to turn away, the street-light bursts into flames. the surprised yelp klaus lets out is completely undignified, barely smothered against the fur collar of his coat when he ducks down in an attempt to avoid being sprayed by the shower of sparks or the flames dropping onto the asphalt below.
holy fucking shit, he thinks, mouth hanging open, eyes wide as saucers. how the hell did that happen? while he's contemplating it, the skinny medium doesn't think to maybe pay attention to his surroundings until it's too late— shit, he's been seen and as he draws his attention from the light to the other male, it occurs to him: the little visitor who's decided to come creeping around his usual spot obviously wasn't expecting to be seen, either.]
Uhhh, [is about as far as he gets though, standing there like a deer caught in headlights, impossibly widened dark-ringed eyes looking frantically between billy, his car and the one way he knows how to get out of the alley. klaus could run, there's still the chance, but as he continues gawking, his curiosity gets the better of him.
that, and the fact a nearby trashcan has abruptly caught on fire.] Jesus Christ—! [he backpedals away from the burning drum, clutches his coat tighter around himself and whips his head back in billy's direction.]
Did... did you do that? And set the light on fire? [he redirects his attention to the lamp for emphasis then lowers his gaze again.] Don't worry, I'm not going to turn you in or anything, I just [pause] can't actually believe what I'm seeing.
Like, I'm pretty sure I'm high as a goddamn kite, but also: shit is spontaneously combusting? Please, just tell me I haven't lost my fucking mind.
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He's half tempted to just say 'yeah, you're losing it' and leave, but he can still feel that lingering flicker of heat in his chest he always gets when he's about to go off again. He can direct where it goes, if he's aware of it in time, but he can't put it out.
When the fire wants to come out, it will, and there's not a damn thing Billy can do about it. This guy's seen enough already, he can see Billy let off some steam, too. ]
No, you're not crazy. [ He inhales, deeply. ] Just stand back, alright?
[ He squeezes his eyes shut and exhales, slow and methodical, letting all of that pent-up anger out. What maintenance crew decided Friday night was the best time to close a bridge? What idiot got a fender bender going thirty miles per hour on the detour route? How'd they get a driver's license? Why'd the cops always have to pull him over, just because he sat there in traffic revving his engine at them? Why couldn't they take their backward alphabet and shove it right up their ass?
Billy clenches his fist and the fire in the trash bin grows, higher and higher and higher, flames licking up against the brick wall and leaving scorch marks. There's a high pitched hiss it's so hot -
- and then all at once it settles down, nothing but smoke and embers. Billy's heart pounds and his breathing is heavy, but the heat built up inside of him is gone. For now.
He turns to Klaus, glaring at him with those fierce blue eyes. ] You're damn right you're not turning me in. [He puts on his best angry face although something else shines through. He's afraid. His eyes are damp although he rubs his face with his sleeve in an attempt to hide it. Last time he was seen it didn't turn out very well for him, so here he was on the opposite end of the country trying to play normal and royally fucking it up. ]
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tfln / kingsteve;
I got you when it comes to a lot of things, but I can't make $20 appear out of nowhere. I got another bullshit speeding ticket
I'll just steal the beer
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Please don't steal anything. Jesus. I'll spot you.
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Are you sure? We could swipe some together. A little group heist. Sounds like a good time. ;)
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hi hi hi
Vaguely Steve remembers that he'd been out looking for Billy Hargrove. Max thought something weird was up with him, like Upside Down weird. Steve wasn't about to let the kids hunt down Billy on their own, especially if something was up with him.
He'd driven around Hawkins, looking for the familiar Camaro. He'd found it, and--
Movement nearby distracts him, and he turns his head towards it, vision blurring into focus.
It dawns on him that he doesn't know where he is. Or how he got here. Or anything that happened after finding the Camaro. ]
Who's there? Hargrove? The hell's going on?
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Steve isn't restrained, but Billy's watching him closely, crouched in the distance like a cat about to pounce. Part of him hopes Steve does try and run. Chasing him down would be enjoyable. ]
Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants. [ He laughs. He's having fun with this, at least. Aren't you having fun, Harrington? Aw, too bad. ]
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Sitting up proves to be a mistake, as Steve's head spins with the effort. A little relief comes from pressing the heels of his hands against his face, but not much. ] Jesus Christ, if this is your idea of a--
[ His surroundings, now that he's aware enough to look around, aren't familiar. Concern drawing a frown on his face, he looks over at Billy. ]
Are you about to pull out a chainsaw and start going all murder-happy on me, Hargrove?
[ Making jokes, the best way to deal with rising panic. ]
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Billy leans over the counter, ringing the bell for service. ] You do free samples here, Harrington?
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Billy Hargrove who got hired as a lifeguard at a lame outdoor pool and is more tanned than ever. He doesn't come out from the back of the store, glad that Robin isn't here to see this humiliation. ]
Sorry, Hargrove. Paying customers only.
[The small sign on the counter which brightly proclaims ask about trying our flavors! says otherwise.]
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[ He turns the sign around to face Steve and taps it, just to be passive aggressive about it. He has no intention of buying any ice cream, he just wants a closer view of Steve. ]
Guess I could always call the manager.
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GOT AU - on the king's road~
Not only was she going down to King's Landing but she was betrothed to the prince. She was going to marry a handsome prince who would be a brave and noble king and she would be his queen. It was everything she could've hoped for. She even got to ride in the same carriage as the princess. It was all so lovely despite the long days of swaying and bumping along the road.
Even when they stopped at an Inn halfway there, her and Arya able to sleep in real beds, Sansa found herself impatient to keep going and get to the capital. But there was no such luck as all of King Robert's men and her father's needed rest. Arya had run off somewhere and Sansa couldn't find the prince, either. So, with Lady next to her, ribbons around her neck and a soft leather strap as a leash for her, she walks around outside the inn, mainly sticking to the Northern men of her father. She recognizes most of them.
Including one that is a bit younger and struggling with mending something. She thinks to leave him to it but then notices him pricking his finger. Deciding against her first impulse, Sansa goes over to William Mormont, steering Lady to come with her. Once she's close enough, ]
Do you need help with that?
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[ A smarmy response, directed at who he assumes is one of the servants he's yet to scare off. He looks up and his expression falls. Apparently, he just mouthed off to the future queen. So much for that stern lecture he received on not being an embarrassment to the family while he's here. ] Uh, I mean - my lady.
[ He dips his head in a bit of a bow as he continues to sew. It's a mess: the stitches are loose and too far apart, if he wears it like that it's going to unravel in a couple days at most. He's just too proud to ask for help. ] Didn't your father tell you to stay away from Billy the Brute?
[ Ned wouldn't have used that nickname himself, but there was no doubt in Billy's mind that it's reached every ear in camp by now. He didn't actually look like much of a brute up close with his soft features and eyelashes longer than most of the girls he knows, but he was ruthless in combat and sometimes outside of it, too. ]
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He didn't scare her. Which surprised her. ]
You're a Bear. A Mormont. My father says House Mormont is full of good men. He trusts his men more than the Lannister's guards.
for korra;
Or, as the case might be today, it's a good place to splash Korra while she's relaxing on the beach.
Which he does. Right now. And that tail of his can send quite a bit of water her way.
Sorry, Korra, it's just his way of saying hi. ]
SLAMS IN.
it's so hot. more than just relatively hot since korra grew up in the south pole, this day in kyst is almost stiflingly hot. korra has shed her normal outfit for something more beach ready, leaning back on the blanket she's spread out on the sand, having just finished going through her paces for the day. she had fully intended to take a nap through the worst of the heat, but— ]
—Billy!
[ her surprise is a shriek, instinctively raising her hands to protect her face.
well, now she's soaking wet. but hey, at least she's cooler now! ]
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Thought I'd cool you off. But now that you're already wet, you might as well come in.
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klaus;
[ Billy knelt behind the tub, one hand in the bath water so he could use his powers to keep it nice and warm as he ran his fingers through Klaus's long hair with his other hand. He wasn't doing this because he cared about Klaus, or anything like that. This was just a casual hookup. He'd had plenty of those before. It just so happens that he was a bit rougher than he usually was (though the other Number Four didn't seem to mind at all), so he wanted to make sure that everything was alright afterwards.
Basic courtesy, that's all, combined with the fact that the rest of those Umbrella guys might decide to kick his ass if Klaus complained about him. Not feelings. Definitely not.
Maybe he enjoyed massaging shampoo into Klaus's hair. Maybe he enjoyed running a sponge over his back and chest where freshly formed bruises from their time in bed were starting to show. Klaus was physically attractive so that didn't necessarily mean anything, right? He just liked to touch an attractive person. Who didn't? ]
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[the séance doesn't think much about bruises littering his torso or bitemarks crisscrossing over his neck and shoulders, not in the painful sense, anyhow. sure, they hurt with the same dull, achy throb that any injuries do but knowing they were made by billy, being completely aware it was something they both wanted and are now taking care of together – aftercare doesn't necessarily mean feelings! – it makes his heartbeat stutter every time he considers what else it might mean. don't think so much, idiot, you'll ruin the moment. (later on, when they're both a little more wound down, it's going to hit him like a freight train going at full speed.)
but for now, he's alright accepting whatever this is, feels oddly safe and grounded with billy helping him clean up.
and getting attention from a hot guy has never been something klaus has bitched about, quite the opposite really, although he can't help wondering: what would billy think if he had caught feelings? a better question might be what would anyone from the umbrella academy think if he ended up with them? he shivers faintly, which is able to be passed off as billy hitting a particular spot with the sponge rather than the possibility of fear lingering above both their heads.] I owe you one, yeah? You've scrubbed my back, so it'll be your turn next time, [followed by a soft, lilting sort of laugh.]
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[ He smiles, kissing the bite marks on Klaus's neck.
To say that he's been deprived of all physical affection would be going too far, but he's been led to believe that he's dangerous. That he shouldn't be touched or held or shown any affection in the times he needed it most: when he's sad or scared or angry. He pushed everyone away for fear that he might hurt them by accident...until someone from another timeline with no idea who he was or what he could do came in and treated him like a normal guy.
And nothing bad happened. Even when he was emotional, he didn't so much as singe a hair on Klaus. Maybe Klaus was just special - or maybe he had more control over his abilities than he thought.
The way he just slightly raised the temperature of the bath water suggested the latter. To think that a few weeks ago he would have been afraid of accidentally boiling it. ]
Assuming you can still walk straight after next time. [ He chuckles, splashing some water over Klaus's hair. 'I intend to absolutely rail you next time' is, at least, a baby step in the direction of 'hey, maybe I have feelings for you'. ]
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