Hi Sorry If This Is Weird But Can I Get Your Corpse Hand Drawing Tattooed I Would Pay You Good Money

Billy practice, i was bored and had time,

Billy boy <3

I had to reblog this, sorry, it’s just so beautiful :D

Richard Savoie.

An OC of mine called Mustard

Commission for @/SkreeTwo on Twitter.

Character belongs to Skree.

Oh my dear dear lord my lungs just exploded straight through my ribs 

what a week huh?

pony sona haha-

Day 3: Spooktober

Prompt: Twins

I really like how this one turned out! :D

bleh

Steve shouldn't care about Billy Hargrove, should have long forgotten about him. Vecna and all the other monsters are long gone, three years of the baseball bat catching dust. He knows Billy somehow survived Starcourt, spent nearly a year in the hospital and then fucked off with hush money back to California.

Steve only sometimes hears from Max about him and he doesn't care. He just happens to have followed Robin to San Diego, because he had no idea what to do with his life. Much to his father's dismay, he's still making coffee and waiting tables, but much to his own surprise he's rather happy.

It's just one thing concerning Billy. One gigantic thing. A billboard, just across the café he's working at. Billy Hargrove, stretched out on some rocks by the ocean, glittering water drops caught in his lashes, running down his abs. His hair is wet, curls slicked back a little. Scars thin and mottled across his chest, pale against the tan on his skin. Biggest bedroom eyes ever.

An advertising for fucking aftershave, tormenting Steve every day - in the worst and best way.

Because Billy looks fucking hot. Because Steve wants to lick off the water and maybe also didn't need to put on some porn to jerk off, because his phone is a traitor too and now all the ads on there are showing him Billy fucking Hargrove. Steve wants to hate it, but his dick loves it.

Maybe Steve is so distracted by the billboard or the phone or the customer that changed his coffee order for the fifth time now, he doesn't see it coming. Only chokes on his own spit when he looks up and sees who stands right in front of him.

"King Steve! In California!" Billy says, a wide grin on his lips. He looks even better than on the billboard. He's got more freckles and his curls are up in a bun. He still hasn't learned to button his shirt and he's fucking ripped. "One iced coffee with-"

Steve doesn't get the rest. He totally isn't getting a boner at work. He isn't a teenager anymore, that shouldn't fucking happen.

"Harrington?" Billy raises one brow, absolute glee shining in his eyes.

Oh. Right. Steve needs to work.

"You're on the billboard outside," he tells Billy instead of pretending he knows what coffee Billy wanted.

Billy glances over his shoulder and then back at Steve.

"Yeah. Do you like it, pretty boy?" He licks his teeth. "Can I have my co-"

"I'm paying for it," Steve blurts out.

Billy's smile turns unbelievably smug. "So, you like it that much?"

Steve's face grows hot. "It's a good aftershave."

Billy snickers. "Buy me a slice of cake and I can show you more photos from that shoot."

It's a mistake, Steve thinks.

"Cheesecake?" he hears himself ask. His dick seems to have different plans. Maybe there is a slight chance that he gets to see the real deal.

im so happy with how this billy tat design came out that i threw it on a t-shirt and shit, you can buy it here!