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Everyone knows.
Its not as terrifying or as humiliating as he thought it'd be. Actually; he kind of doesn't feel shit right now. The good thing about getting hit on the head too hard is it kind of fucks up your ability to function.
So everyone knows, but Billy's just sat there with his legs out the back of the Chief's cruiser, neutrally suspended in some syrupy thick slice of space where his broken ribs and possibly cracked skull are just a background thought, and—
And fucking Harrington is here. Because of course he is. Fucking Harrington is everywhere. School. Random backass houses with underage girls. Billy's dreams.
The front of the Hargrove household, walking up with that stupid little frown on his stupid, pretty face. Billy can't even scramble together the thought power to tip his head back and smirk. Make some quip. Just watches him approach; felled prey.
Steve opens his mouth.
"She's fine."
Harrington stops, blinks, brows knitting tighter as he crouches in front of Billy, elbows resting on his own thighs. He always looks like he has no fucking clue what's going on. Its equal parts kind of cute and kind of annoying.
"Okay," Steve answers slowly, head tilting. "Who is 'she'?"
"Max. Max is fine." And he should stop there. He should. But. "She's always fucking fine. He's never touched her. Hasn't even thrown shit at her. Her door doesn't even have a lock."
Billy's does. But its on the outside. Neil installed it their first fucking night here, after letting Max pick which of the two rooms she wanted first.
"Okay," Steve says again, and Billy kind of wants to kick him, but he's also pretty sure he's too fucked to aim right and he's not sure if he can add that embarrassment on as interest for what's still to come.
"I wasn't going to ask about Max."
Billy blinks.
"I also kind of wasn't going to ask if you were okay, but. Only because its pretty fucking obvious you're not."
Its a point Billy has to concede. Cherry Lane is in chaos; cop cars everywhere, broken glass glittering on the lawn like fallen stars, Billy's blood smeared down the driveway and tracked in bootprints across the porch.
Steve holds out a cigarette. Marl Blue, because he's a rich bitch, but the smoke kind of brings Billy back to life a little.
"Everyone asks."
Steve shrugs. "I've kind of learnt I'm not about doing what everyone else does, anymore. Max is obviously fine. I might not be that smart, but I can still figure some shit out. You're the one sitting here dying in the back of Hop's car."
Billy's kind of hating how many points Steve is scoring right now. As soon as he isn't seeing three of him he's gonna even it out.
"Max has enough people in her corner. She doesn't need me there, too," Steve hums, reaching out to pluck a shard of window pane out of Billy's knee with a quick flick of his fingers.
"I figured its about time someone stands in yours."
FIC ANON EVERY TIME I OPEN MY INBOX TO SEE YOU MY EYES LIGHT UP 🤩
it IS time someone stands in billys corner so true 🤧
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Mental image of Heather sat on the end of Billy's bed, casually doing her nails and reading his dirty magazines and fake moaning while he and Steve fuck. Its a win-win, all Max hears is 'girls' so there's no suspicion that Billy has a boy home, and Heather gets a 'demand anything' card that Billy diligently honors.
wait i actually need this fic lmfao
billy and heather making a big show of coming through the front door while max is watching tv, steve sneaking in through billys window tripping over his shit, billy riding steve with his hand clamped down over steves mouth to shut him up (or maybe he stuffed his underwear in there i dont know! lets use our imaginations!), heather enjoying some beautiful tiddies via the immaculately kept skin mags in billys drawer, totally blank faced yelling "OH YES BILLY RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE" while steve is having a really difficult time reaching climax because heathers yelling is very distracting (billys really good at blocking shit out.... we dont need to analyze that) but he will get there dont worry! billy knows what hes doing
stobin wants what hollogrove has...
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"Originally, Steve was supposed to be what we created Billy to fill in for." It makes sense. It also doesn't. I also hate it. On a plus note, thank you Joe Keery for being so unbelievable as a villain that you, by proxy, gave us Dacre Montgomery.
😏😏😏
TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN BABYYYY
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If you're not an ABO girlie, may I suggest instead considering a frazzled and Deeply Regretful new adopted father Hopper who has to try to keep Steve and Billy separate while Billy's post-sacrifice wounds heal because like hell is he going to be the man who has to take his new son back to hospital to get his insides stuffed back in because he tore his stitches trying to make a mechanical bull outta his boyfriend?
A Hopper who has to line the window ledges with tar and coat the flower trellis in oil and keep a spray bottle on his belt because goddamn, Billy seems to be gunning for the award of most creative cause of death ever.
I AM SCREAMINGGGGG!!!!!!!!!
This is so fucking funny billy gets released from the hospital under strict orders not to partake in any strenuous activities (“does that include sex?” “Yes that would include sex, Mr hargrove 🤦”) but his boyfriend is so so hot and he is so so horny what is he supposed to do!
Steve comes over on the first night obviously to look after Billy and make sure he’s comfortable. You know, be a caring boyfriend. And it’s all going innocently enough until Billy starts complaining about how he smells and Steve suggests a sponge bath and well… hopper overhears that conversation and grabs Steve by the collar and throws him out immediately
And then from there it just gets progressively worse because the more billys told he can’t do something the more he wants to do it and Steve’s banished from coming over until billy gets the go ahead from the docs to….return to life as normal… but Billy is impatient he wants his pretty boy now!!! Come hell or high water he is doing his damndest to get over to loch nora but somehow hoppers always got one up on him… (maybe hopper had to recruit el to help him out with some eggo bribes. He’s not proud of it but when you have a kid with superpowers sometimes extreme measures are needed)
Hopper doesn’t see billy (or Steve) for a whole week once Billy gets the clear. It’s slightly horrifying. He doesn’t want to think about it
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BILLY ISN'T GAY
Then why is he gay? Idiot
#homophobia on the day the gay Ethan hawke Pedro pascal cowboy movie trailer drops???#i don’t think so#briana answers things
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When Billy first, finally, sets eyes on Steve fucking Harrington, the sole thought in his head is five.
The next thought is irrational anger and a vivid technicolor walkthrough of beating him up, but that's neither here nor there.
Its a disappointment and a number that doesn't fade as he watches Steve parade around, lord of the shit heap, king of a copper crown. Worthless scrap metal Billy doesn't even bother to keep when he sacks the throne.
He's golden through and through.
Tommy is three. Nancy Wheeler an even less respectable two. She doesn't have the rack to support that attitude, frankly.
Billy thinks best in numbers, see.
Twenty-four days to heal a broken rib. Three-hundred and eleven days until he's free. Two-thousand, two-hundred and seventy-seven miles between Hick Hell and home.
He's surrounded by ones and twos and the biggest number Hawkins has is tucked away in Steve Harrington's pants.
(Its the only bragging right Harrington's got.)
Billy considers anything less than double digits nothing worth the effort. Ten is the base line. The benchmark. You get in the door at ten. You get between his legs somewhere between twelve and his second joint.
Steve Single-Digit fucking Harrington somehow bypasses the door entirely. Crawls through the window like the backwater bastard he is and blindsides Billy somewhere between shitty yard parties and running for their fucking lives.
Is that, like, a movie reference or something? Harrington asks him the first time Billy calls him Five, stupid nose scrunched in a way that makes Billy want to punch it then lick the blood off his lips.
He cottons on at the Halloween party in the woods. When Tommy looks at Nigel's visiting sister and then looks and Billy and says seven? and Billy looks like he might vomit and says two.
And Steve's mouth forms a perfect little O shape. A fat zero, like his IQ.
She's an easy ten, he argues. Like he can even count that fucking high.
She's easy, Billy agrees. The only ten in this town is on the fucking Chief's pant tags, right before XL.
I'm a ten.
In mental age, sure, Harrington.
Billy ambles off to fetch his other jacket. The people here don't hit the double digits and neither does the fucking temperature, apparently.
The jacket makes for surprisingly good padding when Steve catches up to him. When Steve pushes him to his knees in the dirt, one hand in his hair, one hand on his belt.
You want ten, Billy? Open up. I can give you eleven.
ELEVEN BITCH!!!!
This is so 🔥🔥🔥 fic anon you never disappoint 💙
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Adding onto the Hollogrove fake sex idea, but Heather would 100% get bored one day and start moaning out the most ridiculous/wildcard things just to see what makes Steve break. Billy wouldn't bat an eyelash, he's absolutely said some gold star cringe in his time and he sees it like a personal challenge, but Steve would crumble like a Nature Valley biscuit bar.
Heather: YOURE PETER PAN AND IM WENDY, TAKE ME TO NEVERLAND, BILLY! TAKE ME TO NEVERLAND!
Steve, balls deep in his boyfriend: that’s not even sexy…
At one point he starts suspecting this whole set up isn’t even about protecting billy but just an excuse for he and heather to fuck with Steve. He’s not…entirely wrong…
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53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”
Harringrove! only if you wanna! 💙
there's a heatwave in hawkins. one of those overbearingly humid nights where you kick the sheets off your bed and can't even think about wearing clothes without developing systems of heatstroke.
steve's been tossing and turning all night, relishing in the occasional few seconds of breeze that comes sweeping in through his open window every now and then.
it does absolutely nothing. he needs to invest in a fan since his dad refuses to turn on the ac to an acceptable temperature to combat the heat. "when you pay your own bills, you can do what you want to the thermostat, steven."
honestly, what was the point of having money if you were going to be this stingy with it?
he flops onto his back with a huff, staring up at the ceiling. contemplates diving headfirst into his pool despite the odd hour. and barb's death still lingering under the surface...
a bang comes from beside his window in that moment, like some fucked up cosmic timing to emphasize the terror steve still feels sometimes being in his own house.
but he's willing to brush it off as an odd neighborhood sound until he sees a shadow figure peaking above the windowsill...crawling into his room...stumbling over his table creating all sorts of his noise he's sure his parents will wake up to and-
"fucking- god dammit, what the fuck!"
steve's spine relaxes when he realizes it's just billy. but only a little.
"what the hell are you doing?" steve whisper-shouts, getting up on his knees and leaning over to peak at billy sprawled on his bedroom floor. he looks over his shoulder to his door, makes sure his parents aren't on their way over to ream him a new one for all the commotion.
"you always sleep in your skivvies, pretty boy?" billy laughs, still on his back, looking up at steve.
steve looks down at himself, realizes he's in just a pair of tighty-whities. fucking great. whatever. not like he and hargrove haven't seen each other in less, what with sharing the school showers... and maybe steve's bed. and the backseat of the beamer. and any other place they can sneak off to for a quick fuck now that they're... not dating, but definitely sleeping together with more frequency than they do anyone else. whatever that means.
"what are you doing here, billy?" steve asks, more annoyed now. scoots back on his bed while the other boy grabs onto the edge to hoist himself up.
he looks good, the bastard. in cut off denim shorts and that stupid everlast crop that haunts steve's dreams.
"if you're looking to get laid, forget it. it's too hot for that shit."
"that's the perfect time to do it," billy grins. and steve can only tell because billy angles just right that the moonlight glints off one of canines. an entirely different monster steve needs to be worried about.
"not here for that, anyway," billy says after steve lets a moment pass in annoyed silence. "let's go get ice cream."
steve balks. checks the alarm clock by his bed to make sure it's exactly what time he thinks it is. "who crawls through someone's window at 4 am to go for ice cream?!"
"someone who just smoked a joint and has the munchies, and has a fuck buddy with the keys to an ice cream shop he works at."
oh, he's really lost his fucking mind.
"i am not breaking into the mall- my job - because you have a hankering for ice cream in the dead of night!"
"i'll suck your dick after..." billy states, like he's negotiating prices down at a flea market.
steve groans. doesn't want to think about the person he's become as he gets out of bed and throws clothes on.
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"if i get fired, i'm taking your lifeguard checks for the rest of the summer," steve grumbles as he lets them in through the back entrance of the mall.
"if you get fired, you can spend the rest of the summer admiring my glorious, god-like physique at the pool for free," billy quips back, pushing past steve into the back halls of the mall.
"i can't stand you," steve mutters under his breath, following billy anyway.
it's a short walk down to the back entrance of scoop's. it takes steve a second to find his key, and just as he hears the lock click, there's a loud creaking from the other end of the hall that spooks him, has him opening the door and shoving billy inside, crowding him in on the wall behind the door, hand to his mouth to keep him from making noise.
steve keeps his eyes on the door, waiting for it to open and for them to get caught and this whole night to go to shit because he was too horny, apparently, to say no billy fucking hargrove, and-
he jolts back when something warm and wet licks up his palm. realizes it's billy and looks at his hand in disgust. "that's so fucking gross!"
"well stop acting like a paranoid baby and get me my damn rocky road! you're killing my buzz, harrington!"
steve wants to fight him. the urge may be worse than the night at the byers'.
billy shoves past him, going straight to the large walk in freezer.
"no, yeah, help yourself, why not."
steve sits at the table in the break room and waits for billy to come back out with a pint of rocky road that's definitely coming out of steve's paycheck, so. thanks for that one, william.
billy takes a seat on the table just next to where steve's been resting his head on his hand, the early morning hour finally getting to him.
"shit tastes so much better when you're high," billy says - moans, really. stirs a little something in steve's pants, has him feeling more awake, at least.
"you know i do actually have to work here tomorrow."
billy shrugs, scarfing down a spoonful of ice cream. "just make that lesbian you work with cover for you."
"what lesbia- robin?!" steve sits up straighter now. "she's not a lesbian!" he scoffs. "you think just because you're gay everyone else is."
billy fixes him with a pointed look like steve's missing the point of something. says "mhm..." and goes back to his ice cream.
whatever.
steve goes back to trying to get some semblance of rest while billy finishes off his late night snack, but is interrupted by a glob of melted ice cream hitting his cheek, only to be quickly licked off by his b&e partner.
steve swipes at his cheek with the back of his hand. "ew, come on man, what the fu-"
"all done with my ice cream," billy announces proudly, slamming the pint down on the table. "i believe a blowjob is owed, and i am a man of my word..."
billy puts his foot on steve's chair in the space between his legs, pushing him back so there's enough space for billy to climb down off the table and fall to his knees at steve's feet.
he didn't think the blowjob would be here, but... hell. why not add one more crime to tonight's festivities.
"better make it worth it, hargrove."
and when billy grins this time, steve gets the full effect in the overhead florescent lighting of the ice cream shop.
"when do i ever disappoint?"
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This is honestly a 5am crack thought, but I'm kind of obsessed with an AU where Billy is actually an Upside Down monster that Steve and the kids accidentally turn into a person/somewhat human.
Like maybe the-thing-that-Billy-is-before-he's-Billy is attacking them at the lab and Steve shoots him with what he thinks is your run of the mill gun. Or throws a bottle of something off a shelf at him. Grabs a random needle and stabs him with it.
And nothing happens at first. And, shit, yeah. They're about to die.
Except.
Except suddenly, what was a dangerous and very intent on killing them monster is now some naked feral mullet wearing boy who is absolutely stunned and confused by the concept of two legs and hands.
And, yeah. He's also fucking furious, still. And deadly. But also, what are toes, and why does he have them? What do they do? And he can't really bite things to death anymore, but actually, punching is kind of fun.
And its basically just like a what-if-your-dog-became-a-person style AU, but monsters, and Harringrove.
I would read 100k of this this is so funny
Billy won’t let having dull teeth stop him from (trying) to bite people to death. In fact multiple members of the party almost lose fingers in the early days trying to take something away from billy. They quickly learn that’s a no no
Steve, however, had billy bite him on the neck once and is like “that won’t threaten me cuz it turns me on dumbass” and billy can experience whole new human emotions with that one 🥰
I do love a feral!billy. Not much different from canon really. But like, Billy going from upside down monster to attack dog for the party…you love to see it. Steve and Nancy and Lucas are out here with their weapons meanwhile cut to Billy he’s shredding monsters like pulled pork with his bare hands.
Oh ok also billy staying at Steve’s house since he’s got the only empty one capable of hiding a random man, and Steve has to teach him the concept of sleep time and gives him his own room and pajamas etc, all while Billy stares at him with a blank face. And Steve’s like “ok alright goodnight I guess sleep well” and leaves all awkward. Only to be woken up an hour later to a big naked lump curled up at the end of his bed fast asleep and Steve kicks at him and wakes him up like “no you sleep in the other room! With clothes on!” But billys sleepy being human is exhausting so he’s not budging and Steve just accepts his fate and goes back to sleep what else is he gonna do he’s tired too
#harringrove#briana answers things#oh also el using her expertise on becoming a member of society to help billy acclimate 🥲
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I hc that Steve says unhinged rich people stuff the way that Billy accidentally trauma dumps without realising it.
Billy: so anyway on my tenth birthday my dad threw a plate at me because I complained about him getting the wrong cake flavor and he almost blinded me haha
Steve: oh man that reminds me of the time my dad got me a donkey instead of a pony for my birthday…
*heather forcibly holding billy back from lunging across the table*
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thinking about el giving billy earrings for his birthday except she doesn’t really take his style into account so they’re more like Claire’s type stuff, dangly butterflies or a burger and fries with big googly eyes and smiles. A pair of giant puffballs that are neon tie-dye, chunky plastic purple flowers, you name it, that girl shopped with her eyes not her head 😭 but he wears them for her, I want mechanic!billy rolling out from under a car with a sparkly blue rose stud in his ear
THIS IS CANON TO ME!!!!
el still doesnt really understand the concept of personal style and taste like she's still finding her footing with that. and shes very attracted to loud colors and prints and glitter so shes like "i love this. billy would love this too". makes total sense to her.
so billys opening his gift at his birthday party and immediately steve and the boys are snickering and billy and max shoot them daggers which shuts them up real quick. like yeah billy isnt out here picking out claires jewelry for himself but its coming from el so he loves it now. best gift ever.
AND!!!!! because he only wears one ear ring at a time he gives the second ones to every set to el so they can match!!! which el is very excited about
also billy finally having an excuse to get second third etc holes pierced in his ear so he can fit more of the studs onto one ear...
you say one word about his claires ear rings he'll beat your ass his new baby sister gave him those bitch he wont tolerate the disrespect!
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Thoughts thunk about a proper cliche country fair style date where Billy spends the whole night swearing and needing Steve to pull him out of mud puddles and protect him from loose kids and loose cattle and Steve is so hopelessly besotted because how is this the same guy who once tried to fist-fight a multi-dimensional superpowered evil meat monster?
"Come on, Barbie, I'll win you a bear."
"Did I say I wanted a fucking bear? You win me one of those fugly ass things and I'll make you eat it."
"I won one! Guess I'd better see if Dustin wants it, huh?"
"Give. Me. The. Bear."
GIVE HIM THE BEAR 😭😭😭😭
If billy had a genuine fear of cows I think that’d be hilarious actually. Meanwhile Steve’s got one sleeping on his lap like “they’re just big puppies how did you fight a giant meat monster but this scares you?”
Billy will come around to cows soon enough he just needs some exposure therapy. I think Steve should also win him a cow plushie just for giggles
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10. i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.
(I assume this is a harringrove follower since that’s all I have lol if not whoopsie)
It’s the third night this month Billy has shown up on his doorstep looking worse for wear. He’s lost track of how many times it’s been since they started being cordial to each other, before that made its way into something more serious, more all-consuming.
He’s seen black eyes and red cheeks and bruises. Right now Billy’s sporting a split lip, like it’s been gashed by someone’s ring.
They sit on the couch, living room dimly lit by the one lamp on the end table. Steve dabs a damp dish towel against the cut, has gotten the bleeding to stop, but the motion seems to comfort them both.
Billy never talks about it. Steve tried asking once, in the beginning. Had known Billy’s temper and his proclivity for fighting, but couldn’t figure out why he’d been getting into as many fights as he did. Hawkins is a small town, there’s only so many run-ins one person can have…
But Billy had gone icy and told him to drop it or else he’d find someplace else to go on nights like this. And that had scared Steve because there were no other places to go. And God only knew what kind of trouble Billy would get himself into.
But it’s been a year of the same old shtick, and Billy’s gone soft and pliant under his hand, exhaustion seeping through his pores, eyelids hanging heavy. And Steve thinks maybe he can try again…
“Are you ever gonna tell me what happens…” he murmurs softly, like a secret. Like he dares not disturb the air around them.
Truth is, he has his suspicions. Has had them for a while now. But he can’t do anything if no one says it out loud.
Billy doesn’t stiffen like he usually would. Just let’s his eyes flutter closed, breathing in deep as Steve’s fingers stop dabbing and instead hold his cheek. The warmth of his palm feels nice, grounding.
The truth is on the tip of his tongue, but he learned long ago help wasn’t coming for him. No point in getting other people worked up when there isn’t a damn thing they can do about it anyway.
It’s the closest he’s ever come to wanting to share the truth with somebody, which is why he can’t. It’ll ruin everything. Some things are just best kept in the dark.
He’ll be on his own one day. And this nightmare will be so far back in his rear view mirror that maybe he’ll be able to talk about it without bile rising up in his throat. Maybe Steve will hold out for that long. Maybe he won’t. Maybe that’ll be for the best.
“Not yet,” is all Billy says. Half expects Steve to huff at him and make it a whole thing. But he doesn’t.
Suddenly the hand on his cheek is gone, and he’s being wrapped up in Steve’s arms, pulling him down to Steve’s chest where his cheek is squished against a soft sweater. And Steve’s leaning back until he’s laying against the armrest, holding Billy tight as he lays between Steve’s legs, sprawled out on the couch.
Billy feels safe here, wrapped up in the other boy in this big empty house. He can pretend for a little bit, with long fingers raking through his curls, nails scratching at his scalp, Steve’s lips pressed to his forehead, telling him “It’s okay, I can be patient.”
He can forget what he has to go home to. Can build up his courage a little more. Can let himself breathe again.
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My favorite babygirl Billy thing is that he can be gross and disgusting but only on his terms. Like he'll happily get covered in monster guts or beer of his own volition and he'll smoke and spit on the floor but then the moment someone sneezes in his general vicinity or he accidentally touches something like spilled sauce in the cafeteria you know he's gonna be appalled.
Like a Billy who's covered in dirt and grime but then Steve goes to touch him with monster blood hands and Billy's like "nuh uh what do u think ur doing" and Steve's like ??
Babygirl Billy who'll go to underground fights and frat parties but he won't do the dishes without little marigold gloves because ew wet food and people's mouth germs. Babygirl Billy who'll have the nastiest, messiest rawdog fuck and then freak out because he accidentally touches used gum.
Why is this so real 😂
He won’t let max drink off of his cup but he will let Steve spit in his mouth. And that makes perfect sense to him
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Hii, do you have any harringrove fics youd reccomend reading? ☺️
i do!
ive made a rec list before
and heres some others:
slow hand (M) - After a night of monster fighting all Billy wants is a hot shower to get all of the monster goo off of him and, most importantly, out of his hair. But, with an injured arm that he can’t get wet, it proves to be a little difficult. When Steve offers to wash Billy’s hair for him, Billy is too tired to pretend he wants to say anything but yes.
the boy i used to know (T) - four times steve tried to get billy to talk and the one time it worked
sun beams back and catches me (E)
*tumblr for some reason does not want to let me copy and paste the descriptions to fics after the first one i did and im not about to type everything out myself lmao soooo we're sticking with links and ratings i guess!*
bright (E)
what a difference of the rushing out (darling, i'll always be around) (E)
paper rings (E)
i'm saucing on you (E)
wind in the wires (M)
riches & wonders (M)
we slip and slide (NR)
this too shall pass (NR)
the mountain should crumble to the sea (T)
that douchebag steve harrington (E)
so many ways to talk about longing (M)
take me with u (E)
i hear the secrets that you keep (when you're talking in your sleep) (T)
i'll carry you home (E)
damned if i do you (M)
that newly added calmness (E)
gloryhole (E)
can't be saved (M)
#literally what the fuck is going on i had no trouble copy and pasting the first fic#gonna tear my hair out#harringrove#briana answers things#fic recs#i need to start keeping a tag
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hilarious news. the robance (wth do you even call that ship? ronancy? robancy?) fans are at war with one of their own which has kind of also ignited a war with the steddies.
one person is on a one-man mission to get robin/nancy to the top rank for stranger things ao3 or at least to surpass steddie, because they hate it, so they're using ai to spam the tag with almost 1,000 really shit, short fics (and counting!) and they've blocked comments and gone anonymous once they realized almost everyone had blocked their actual ao3 account so they didn't have to see the fics.
steddies have also clocked on to what's happening and are scrambling to push out fics and organize early halloween events to keep the lead.
reddit and twitter are exploding. i am tickled pink.
Meanwhile the harringrove girlies
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