#hargrxve

[hargrove]

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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[miindflayed]

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.

| @hargrxve​ |

[hawkinsalibi]

     ❝ 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂,  𝙶𝙴𝚃  𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙽,  𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴  𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙾  𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃. ❞  -  𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃  𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙶  𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈  𝟸𝙽𝙳,  𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻.

[hellfire010]

⊰ ♡ ⊱ ◦ 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? ❞

[ghoulsgoblins]

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[thehairtm-a]

          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?

                                        @hargrxve​ liked for a starter!

[hcrgrove]

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. 

When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside.

Sniffling, and wiping the tears from his eyes, Mikey reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring he was going to give Robbie once they’d defeated Vecna. Sure, he’d had a whole other plan in place, and it had been a romantic one, but after all the shit they’d been through Mikey had just wanted to get Vecna out of the way and then propose, start their life together. He took the ring that already sat on Robbie’s ring finger, putting it on his own before sliding on the engagement ring he had bought for his boyfriend. Mikey knew that had he asked, the other would’ve said yes. They’d talked about it so many times, Mikey was kicking himself for not doing it sooner. He should’ve done it the moment Robbie had said he’d say yes if Mikey asked. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” He murmured, kissing his dead boyfriends forehead. “I love you, forever and always. I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine.” He placed a shaky, barely there kiss on his lips before climbing back off the bed. Eddie had made his presence known again, it was clear Mikey’s time was over but he’d done what he wanted to do. 

I lay in tears in bed all night, alone without you by my side. 

The days and weeks after Robbie’s death, Mikey had drank more and done more drugs than he’d ever done in his life. It was a repeat of when he had thought Billy had been dead, but worse. A couple of times, he landed himself in the hospital with alcohol poisoning or an accidental overdose, when he wasn’t there he could be found in his bed, avoiding Eddie which meant not seeing Billy, and laying in tears all day and night. The week after the funeral, on a night where he was extremely drunk, he had decided that enough was enough. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t live in a world that didn’t have Robbie in it and fuck, he couldn’t catch glimpses of Eddie almost daily and have his heart get that flutter of hope that it was Robbie. It hurt too much. He got in his car, and drove away to the lake. Sitting on the hood of his car, he took a fuck load of pills with a whisky chaser and waited for death to take him, and reunite him with Robbie. 

But if you loved me, why’d you leave me?

A couple had come to Lovers Lake that night and found him passed out, called the ambulance. The paramedics found a note in his jacket pocket that had been addressed to Billy, and declared it a suicide attempt instead of another accident. He was in hospital on suicide watch, whilst getting a psych evaluation for 10 days until he was released. They gave him meds, and instructed him to undergo therapy. When he was about to leave, he heard the nurses talking about a patient who had to have been blessed by god himself to survive. He scoffed, and carried on walking until he heard the name that came from their mouth. Jason Carver. He had to tell Jason about Robbie, no one else had and being in hospital he hadn’t heard the news. It was horrible, but they both knew how much the other had loved Robbie, and Mikey finally found someone that could understand. 

You brought out the best of me, a part of me I’ve never seen.

He should’ve burned the suicide note, but he never did. It’s hidden in his room, among his things. Whilst he likes to pretend it never happened, for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to throw it out or burn it. Mikey struggles every single day, his trauma and grief is too much for him to deal with still most days, but he tries his best so that he can help care for Jason, and because he knows that Robbie wouldn’t want him almost killing himself every time he consumed alcohol or drugs. He tries to go to Billy, but his twin has made it quite clear that he can only pick up the pieces of one person whilst looking after himself, and of course that person is Eddie. Eddie, who Mikey can’t even look at because it hurts; it’s not his fault, though. And he doesn’t even blame Billy for not being able to help Mikey too… he just misses his brother and longs for him to just say something as stupidly simple as ‘it’s gonna be okay’ or ‘you’re gonna get through this’… but instead mainly harsh, thoughtless words are spoken because Billy physically doesn’t have the capacity to help Mikey too. Not even in the smallest way. But he has Jason… and that’s enough. That’s enough for him to stay, right? 

You took my soul and wiped it clean… Our love was made for movie screens. 

[sersumdeorsum]

    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.”

@hargrxve​​