American Here. I Was Scrolling And All The Sudden Comments Stopped Loading In. I Exited And Reopened

*meows obnoxiously at you*

*also meowing*: new harringrove brainrot whos excited!!! this time it has a dash of religion and a stolen scene from Home Alone. what a delightful treat! 

(ignore that this is literally two weeks post christmas) ((im still on winter break so i have been doing nothing but writing and editing)) (((thank you ssososooso much @daisies-and-domming for beta reading my slop)))

ok now hear me out- what if we took the season 1 scene with Steve spray painting “Nancy ‘The Slut’ Wheeler”... and we reworked it to be with Billy??? what do we think about that?? hopefully were thinking good things bc that’s what i just wrote- 

(it gets a lil violent so proceed with caution!) 

Steve’s hand brushed Billy’s as he handed the cigarette back to him. He was surprised he even showed up to prom, he never thought he’d see Billy Hargrove in anything other than skin tight jeans but here he was in a surprisingly well fitted black suit.

And here they were. On the back steps of the school, sharing a cigarette. Another thing Steve would have never guessed would happen in a million years. 

“Pretty boy like you should have a date.” 

“I did. We didn’t click.” 

Billy hummed, bringing the yellow filter up to his lips and taking a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut as acid smoke filled around his lungs. 

“Why’d you always call me that?”

He raised an eyebrow, opening his eyes and turning his head to face Steve, gently blowing the smoke into his face. 

“Asshole-” Steve muttered but continued, “pretty boy, why do you always call me pretty boy?”

“I mean I know you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed but I thought that one was self explanatory.” 

Steve looked at him unimpressed, clearly needing this to be spelled out. Billy rolled his eyes at him.

“You’re pretty.” 

“Right, my bad for expecting a real answer out of you.” 

“That is the real answer.”

Billy looked away, taking a quick drag before elaborating. 

“You’re just, pretty, I suppose. Not many guys are pretty.” 

There was a moment of quiet and Billy swore he heard Steve’s heart beating next to him. Then again, it could have been his own.

“Oh. Well, thanks. I guess.” 

“My pleasure, pretty boy.” 

pspspsps hey you. are you looking for a short and sweet, fluffy, found family-esch stranger things thanksgiving fic that's jonathan byers centric? you are? well you are in the right place pal!!

the barbara holland brain worms are taking over and like-

nancy for SURE named her future kid after barb. there is no doubt in my mind that if nancy has a daughter that kids name is Barbara and they call her Babrie for short. this is canon, argue with the wall

he has risen! and the He in question is me, a 24 yr old who posts about boys kissing on tumblr .com.

an actual real life text i got from my irl friend-

i have a few more harringrove WIPs in the chamber (including bingo stuff finally hallelujah). but after that... chat... do i take a vacation Steddie-ville? im thinking i have to! i mean who am i to deny my beautiful sweet little friends the joys of sick nasty steddie smut?

SCOTT PILGRIM AND HARRINGROVE???

life doesn't get much better than this folks

I made this when this was trending a little bit ago but now that I'm posting i can't actually share it!!!

rainy day in Hawkins

finally posting this fic! woo! 

a classic friends to lovers with a little bit of angst and a lotta bit of sexual tension. but not to worry, there's a happy ending, im not that evil..