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Ren | Millennial | 18+ | 🪦
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🩸blood n’ guts tagged “horror”
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Steve's got enough of anything supernatural on his lifetime. So he fucked off to New York and decided to forget all about Vecna and all the other fuckers that ruined his hometown and his life. At least they never got to his hair.

It's been five years, five years of a rent that's way too high and Dustin bugging him to join the annual "Hawkins Monster Fighters" reunion. No way he's gonna get back.

It's midnight, because of course it is, when it happens. Steve watches Twin Peaks and munches on some stale leftover fries.

There's someone cursing. Loudly. He thinks it's on the street at first, it's New York after all.

"Motherfucker."

Steve frowns. That sounded like it came out of his bedroom. His hands start sweating and suddenly he feels five years younger again.

With a pounding heart he grabs the next best weapon he can think of - a pan. Because his stupid baseball bat is under his stupid bed.

He tiptoes to the bedroom - right when the door of his closet bursts open and Billy Hargrove, of all people, stumbles out of it.

Steve gapes at him, because for someone who died six years ago Billy's face is way too flushed. Hopefully that means no zombies. Or sadly? Maybe if someone just ate Steve's brain he wouldn’t have to worry about shit like this.

Billy blinks, eyes darting from the closet to Steve and back. "Was I in your fucking closet?"

He's wearing all black, fabric torn and dried bloodstains on them. His sides are shaved, but the mullet is still there. It suits him. Fuck.

"Apparently," Steve says flatly.

"Kinda messy." Billy grins at Steve crookedly and he wonders if all of Hawkins girls felt like this too, heat rising in his cheeks after one wink of Billy's blue eyes.

Shit, he needs to go on a fucking date.

"I made it back." Billy laughs. Wetly. Like he wants to cry.

"Back from where?" Steve asks. He knows he shouldn’t ask questions he doesn't want to know the answers to, because most of the time the answers is "Vecna", "Russians inside the Mall" or "the Upside Down".

"From the other place," Billy says. All of a sudden looks small and scared. "It was like this… but not."

So the answer is option three, Steve announces hysterically in his mind.

Billy has been lost in the Upside Down. For six years. Jesus fucking Christ.

"You made it out," Steve says, because he has to say something, otherwise he might hug the guy.

Billy nods, still smiling, faint disbelief in his eyes. "I really need to shower."

"Sure." Steve is not thinking about Billy naked.

Billy winks at him as if he knows the truth. Steve is so screwed.

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sometimes I sit and remember that the only time steve’s beauty was explicitly acknowledged in the show, the comment came from billy hargrove’s mouth. Like that’s insane, right? He was the only one to tell him TO HIS FACE, ON SCREEN, that he was PRETTY. that he would have no problems finding someone else after Nancy because he was just THAT BEAUTIFUL. Like what the fuck.

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If I stare for too long will he notice? Lovesick puppy Steve and Billy actually too but he tryna act cool about it (not really) 🙄

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my art piece for @harringrovezine !

Tina’s Halloween Party 🎃

With Billy and Steve sharing a light and dorky lion Eddie and princess Chrissy somewhere near

All the good happens there, at the party. Once again, everyone thanking Tina for her mastermind 😼

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