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𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡
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Starter | Muse: Vecna
This feeling was one he had not experienced in quite awhile, and a rather familiar one. It was as though this had been lost to him, for a time, and now something had clicked; the young soul that had managed to escape his influence. He would have him again, he was certain of it, and waited among the shadows of their thoughts for as long as possible.
It was so wonderful to see the changes they had gone through. The troubles. The strife. He was glad to be the reason for it, and little did the other know of his true form. No more hiding behind other vessels. No. A chance like this would not be squandered. The other was alone, and ripe for the taking.
He had decided it was time to show himself, and it was through the chiming of a clock did his presence seem to be felt, once more, and a tingling shiver would be streaking across the young man’s spine. All the more indication that something was not right, and to disturb whatever peace he may have had gathered from his absence.
“Billy...” That haunting voice etched out in a quiet growl. A pair of pale eyes were watching from the darkness. He waited. Waited for the moment to see that split second of genuine fear, were it to happen so soon. If not, then he would make him sing with it.
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❝ 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂, 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙽, 𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃. ❞ - 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙶 𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝟸𝙽𝙳, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻.
⊰ ♡ ⊱ ◦ BILLY ( @hargrxve )
The 32-hour drive had been filled with a plethora of metal tapes, from Billy’s favorites to his own, tiredly yelling to the lyrics while exchanging cigarettes and kisses. But the closer and closer they came to their destination, the heavier the atmosphere became, tasing of acrid ash and slowly crushing down upon their shoulders. ❝ You holding up okay? ❞ he asked, breaking the stifling silence. Though everything had started off as a merry getaway, Eddie knew the real reason they were here, why they had to lie to everyone around them. Lori. Billy’s mother. On the route to the search, neither could help but wonder, was she still here, in this maze of a city? And where was she hiding? Maybe it was the secrecy of the wild hunt that created so much tension and anxiety, worried someone would find out and come following straight after them. But that seemed to be Eddie’s life regardless of circumstance: a succession of anxious moments, interrupted only by the novelty of occasional panic. ❝ Maybe we should save the fun for after we go lookin’, yeah? You look like you’re not even on this planet anymore, man. Don’t want a giant wave or a stampede of pretty girls carrying you away from me ‘cause you’re not paying attention. ❞ At that, he leaned over the center console and started shaking Billy’s arm violently. If that didn’t pull him from his trance, then his wonderful shrieking would, wouldn’t it? ❝ HELLOOO! EARTH TO BILLY! THIS IS MAJOR MUNSON FROM FUCKING GROUND CONTROL. DO YOU READ? ❞
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STEVE’s shoulders deflate with a sigh of defeat as he grabs hold of the knot in the towel wrapped around his waist. since the power struggle has ensued between himself and newbie BILLY HARGROVE, it seems steve can’t even take a piss without the kid trying to catch him in some OLD WESTERN. and to prove it, here he is: blocking steve’s locker, which held his beloved clothing that he suddenly desires more than anything.
steve’s done good work of keeping his flip mouth shut even when provoked . . . not because he’s intimidated, no . . . not in the SLIGHTEST! maybe a little but he’s in no mood today.
❛ CHRIST’S SAKE—- look, man—— ‘town ain’t big enough for the two of us’, yadda yadda yadda, i get it—— at least let me . . . cover my dick before we, y’know, exchange monologues and all that shit. ❜ probably not wise to mouth off to the guy who could verily keep you naked but . . . it’s time he took a stand, isn’t it?
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HEADCANON - tws: death, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, attempted suicide, throwing up. mentioned: @sentinel007 @hellfire010 @hargrxve @sugarfm
All I want is nothing more to hear you knocking at my door.
The ambulance came for Max, and he couldn’t believe that this had happened to another person he cared about. She had been dead. She was dead. He’d checked, there was no pulse. Mikey had no idea what brought her back, but suddenly she was at least breathing again. Paramedics said it was a miracle, and took her to the hospital. After Susan was called, and visiting hours were over, he went home ready to crawl into his boyfriends arms and be thankful for him, and reassured that they’d find a way to get Max through it.
If I could see your face once more, I’d die a happy man I’m sure.
He knew the moment he saw Eddie, the moment he saw Billy trying to get near him. He wouldn’t believe it though, not until he saw him. It was like time slowed to a stop as he ran from the car, heartbeat thundering in his chest as he barrelled through the door towards Robbie’s room. He tried to get close, but Eddie snapped, yelled at him to not touch him. “Please…” He had begged, eyes filling with tears as one hand went to his chest and the other gripped his stomach. Physical pain reverberated through him, until he moved back outside and threw up. He was sick until his body physically couldn’t bring anything else up, yet still hyperventilating. Mikey knew he had to calm down, or Eddie wouldn’t let him anywhere near Robbie. He couldn’t stop the tears, but he managed to get control of his breathing and went back inside. “Eddie… please. I just want to hold him. Please.” He begged again, sniffling as the tears started to fall harder. Robbie looked so pale, so peaceful… it was like he was asleep; yet Robbie’s sleep had never been that peaceful. Part of him was waiting for him to sit up in bed suddenly, scare the shit out of him and say it was a fucking cruel joke they were playing. It didn’t happen. Not whilst he was in Eddie’s arms, not whilst he carefully climbed onto the bed next to him, and not when Mikey pulled Robbie into his arms and sobbed. He was still warm, how could he still be warm? He did everything he could to commit the others scent to memory, the way his hair felt tickling Mikey’s face, the way his hands felt whilst he was holding it.
BILLY ASHTON & MIKEY ANDERSON HARGROVE
BORN MARCH 29TH 1967, THREE MINUTES APART.
the hargrove twins, ever inseparable and always bickering but you rarely saw one without the other, did you ? not when they were younger anyway. . . only just growing into their own persons when hawkins goes to shit. still always there for each other, battling through their lives together, both with secrets but both always by each others side; NO MATTER WHAT.
“if the world comes falling down, for you... there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do.”
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