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camaro-and-smokes · 11 months

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Harringrove Fics Masterpost

Masterpost for all my Harringrove fics (both on tumblr and AO3) below the cut. Unfinished fics marked unoriginally as unfinished.

UPDATE 31 Jan, 2024: I changed my blogname, so most of the links on my tumblr fic posts are now broken. Links below are fixed to work and you can always read all my fics on AO3, AO3 links work and everything is available there also without logging in. I hope you like to read these despite the trouble.

My Metalsandwich & Mungrove fics masterpost >>

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The Way It Should've Been -series (AO3 >>)

Steve meets Billy. They fall in love. This series follows them through the most important events of their lives.

Part 1: The Love of My Life 1/10 >> / AO3 >>

Part 2: Is She for Real? 1/16 >> / AO3 >>

Part 3: Little Bird Starts Nesting 1/? >> / AO3 >> (unfinished)

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August 1/8 / AO3 >>

After his first year in college Steve comes back to Hawkins for the summer he hears there's a new king in town. It could be another easy summer fling and he'd be in charge, but little does he know what he gets himself into… (Title from Taylor Swift song)

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Dream a Little Dream of Me 1/21 / AO3 >>

Steve works as VP of marketing in a Fortune500 firm. He starts to have a recurring dream of a relationship where he feels content in a way he'd never felt before. "It's just another dream" he tries to tell himself. It's not like you can dream someone perfect alive, can you?

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Pretty (wo)man 1/12 / AO3 >>

This was the first night Steve had dared to actually stop by the red light district at all. He'd driven by maybe ten times the past week and spotted the blonde in the corner four times. He knew that he would actually have to talk to him at some point. But even the thought of being close to him always made him so anxious that he just couldn't stop the car. But as the vision of having the blonde in his bed haunted his mind stubbornly, he had decided that tonight would be the night when it would happen.

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Get Out Of My Dreams, Get Into My Car 1/? / AO3 >> (unfinished)

1992 in San Diego, where Steve recently moved because of his new job, he runs into Billy - literally. Billy isn't exactly what he used to be when Steve had last seen him, but it isn't a bad thing. At all. By chance, they end up as roommates and, well…

or OMG they were roommates!

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The Family Values Program 1/? / AO3 >> (unfinished)

Co-written with Aggressiveviking

When society started to decline, morals deteriorate and disease wiped almost one fourth of the population in the United States, The Family Values Program (TFV) was launched—the last beacon of hope for the betterment of the American people.

Steve had thought he wouldn't need to join TFV thanks to his dad's riches, whereas Billy had done all he could to ensure he would be one of the few accepted to it, for his father's sake—hoping desperately to turn twenty-five before being matched and thus age out of the program.

So, when they got the message from the Matchmaking Service of a successful match, neither of them knew what to expect—and how badly wrong it had gone.

To Steve, finding out that he was matched with a man by mistake was just one problem. The more pressing one was his upcoming twenty-fifth birthday a week from now, effectively aging him out of the program. If their match was revoked, Steve would be cast out of the TFV zone, with a promise from his father for no financial support. Steve couldn't let that happen.

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Oneshots

Standalones, either my own or prompted from fandom events. Latest is always the last on the list. Enjoy :)

Surprise >> / AO3 >> Pure fluff, genderfluid Billy.

Sugar >> / AO3 >> Pure fluff.

The Smear >> / AO3 >> Domestic fluff, genderfluid Billy.

King Size, only on AO3 in full >> Lemons.

A Fair Deal >> / AO3 >> Fluff, the party.

Cat in Heat >> / AO3 >> Lemons.

Princess >> / AO3 >> Fluff, lemons.

May I feel? >> / AO3 >> Pure fluff.

Menace, My Beloved >> / AO3 >> Mild hurt/comfort, pillow fights.

(I'm in Orbit) Stars Exploding >> / AO3 >> Fluff, feelings realizations, not really character death, happy ending.

The Letter >> / AO3 >> Angst, unhappy ending, permanent character death.

Wounded Deer >> / AO3 >> Angst, hurt/comfort.

Oh Baby >> / AO3 >> Lemons, hurt/comfort.

Snow on the Beach >> / AO3 >> / Podfic on AO3 >> Pure fluff.

Take it off (drive me crazy) >> / AO3 >> Lemons.

Little Siren >> / AO3 >> Merman AU, fairy tale.

Screwdriver >> / AO3 >> Fluff, meet cute, innuendos.

Snowfall on the Sahara >> / AO3 >> Fluff

Like a Virgin (only on AO3) >> Roommates, Lemons with feelings

Something memorable >> / AO3 >> kinda fluff I guess :D

Sunlight on his face >> / AO3 >> fluff

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maikamonroesource · 1 year

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myleshendrik Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me___ Sadie Hawkins 2022 Pt.1 @bornxraised

#maika monroe #myles hendrik #is she FOR REAL #😍

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thatnattyice · 1 year

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mum’s night out! thank you @longchamp for an amazing night of glamping. #LongchampGlamping #LongchampLosAngeles

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#scars to your beautiful: natalia #*insta #IS SHE FOR REAL

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seesgood · 1 year

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#ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪʀʟʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴏʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ ⸺ visage.#is she for real

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rubikor · 3 months

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they were her people

#genshin impact #furina #lumine #paimon #i don't think i'll ever stop being sad for her #i just want her to be loved omygod pls give her real friends #they really isolated her even now that she's free to be herself #she just has her job and that's it plese give her good friends

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sabrebash · 5 months

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Celebrity Lookalike

#i sound so stupid but in real life she looked way more like inuyasha than even in my art this is so dumb #ah #embarrassing #art #comics #shitpost #basically

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malinaa · 5 months

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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit #the hunger games #everlark #otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #text #tais toi lys #thgpost

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desolationlesbian · 8 months

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still the funniest plot point in all of pmmm that Homura Akemi is a 14 year old magical girl who realized that her sparkly transformation sequence did not come with a cutesy custom weapon like everyone else's so she just went online and googled "how to build a bomb"

#and so now everyone else is fighting with bespoke magical thematically-and-aesthetically significant #swords and spears and elegant floral bows that shoot magic light arrows #and Homura is standing right next to them and pulls out a very real and non-magical glock. that she stole with time magic #madoka magica

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ribbittrobbit · 2 months

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these kids are incredibly stressed out

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camaro-and-smokes · 2 years

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I want to have your babies - Is She for Real? Part 3

Rating: Explicit Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Tags for this chapter: Lemons, Gay Sex, Breeding Kink, Rough sex, oral sex, boys kissing

Links to all chapters on tumblr on Part 1 >>

Read on AO3 >>

Summary: Billy and Steve talk things through. Kinda.

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It was already evening when Billy and Steve finally left the Wheeler's. They walked hand in hand towards their car that was parked a small walk away.

"Did you have fun?" Steve asked.

"You know I did," Billy smiled.

"Was it worth coming back?"

"Every mile."

Steve stopped in the middle of the road and Billy turned to look at him. "Billy, you never told me you wanted a family."

Billy opened his mouth, but he didn't really know why he hadn't said it before. So he said what he had always thought to be true. "I never thought I deserved one." He pursed his lips and looked away, the tell tale sign of him trying to keep his emotions from pouring out uncontrollably.

Steve shook his head, smiling. "Babe, you deserve the world." He pulled Billy into a hug and felt Billy's emotional damn breaking under his arms. "Don't cry, babe," Steve whispered. "You want a family and I want to have a family with you, so we're going to have a family together."

When Billy's sobs eased Steve pulled away and gave him one of the napkins he had always stowed in his pocket for exactly this kind of moments. They weren't that rare nowadays, so he had learned to be prepared.

Billy wiped his eyes and nose and looked back at Steve. "You sure?" he asked quietly.

"Never been more sure of anything in my life." Steve brushed the insistent curl from Billy's forehead to the side and kissed him. "Let's go home. We have a lot to talk about."

Steve couldn't hold it until home. "So...how many? A girl? A boy?” he asked as soon as he started the car.

”More than one and both. Or either. It really doesn't matter, I just want to be a dad,” Billy replied.

Steve smiled. ”You got it, babe. I always wanted six.”

"Six?" Billy asked, incredulous.

"Yeah."

”What, you have a breeding kink or something else I don't know about?” Billy joked.

Steve cleared his throat. ”About that...”

Billy laughed. ”No way! Really?”

Steve sighed. ”When I froze back on the Wheeler's couch, I kinda maybe went somewhere else for a moment.”

"With whom?”

Steve took Billy's hand and squeezed it gently. "With you. It's always you.”

”That wouldn't really work, would it?” Billy mused frowning.

”Well...” Steve started, feeling a bit awkward about the idea he was about to present and worried how Billy would receive it. ”Umm...If you want to have a baby with me, and I want to have a baby with you...Even if we're not able physically make one together in reality, does it mean that we can't fantasize about it? I mean, in the end we'd have one anyway.”

"So, you want me to be your bitch, pretty boy?" Billy asked.

Steve took a deep breath. “Oh man. I knew it was a bad idea to mention about it while driving,” he stated shaking his head.

"I told you I'd cash in that sweet talk. Payback time, Harrington.”

Steve glanced at Billy and saw that he had that bratty smile on his face, the one that knew trouble. “Don't get any ideas, firecracker.” When he heard Billy open his seat belt, he let out a deep breath. “I have to keep this thing on the road, you know.”

Billy's whisper was warm breath in Steve's ear. “You just keep your hands on the wheel and let your bitch do the work for you.”

Steve was already getting ready to let Billy have his way with him, but to his surprise Billy did nothing the like he had been expected to follow. Instead he sat back down. Oh. OH. Oh no. This was going to be a lot worse than what he had expected.

“Your bitch is all dressed up to the nines, just the way you like. What would you like me to do, master?” Billy cooed.

“Fuck,” Steve said. They hadn't done this in a while. The only thing worse to Billy giving him head while driving was Billy forcing him to talk the act through with him, whichever act Billy happened to come up with. The visual imagery drove them both mad, each and every time, and usually it ended up them having to stop somewhere way before they got home. “I want you to lose the jacket. Slow.”

“But you love it so. Are you sure you don't want me to keep it on through it all?”

“It'll get dirty with what I have in mind for you.”

“OK. It's gone, one sleeve at a time.”

Steve glanced at Billy, and to his horror, Billy was in process of indeed losing the jacket. “Oh god. Please, don't.”

Undressing in the car fully naked while playing this particular game wasn't new for Billy, he'd done it before – but it happened on a long road trip on a long ass road in the middle of a fucking desert. Doing the same on the suburban streets of Hawkins – it had a different kind of excitement in it. “Oh yes. Be careful what you ask for next.”

Steve gave the car more gas. “We're going home a bit faster.”

By the time Steve drove the car to the driveway and turned it off, Billy was still wearing his jeans, but the rest of his clothes were gone.

“Get out,” Steve commanded Billy, who smirked at him.

As Billy got up, Steve was already by the passenger side door and grabbed his arm tightly. “I didn't quite like what you did there. Getting me all worked up like that while driving,” he hissed into Billy's ear as he pushed him ahead of him towards the front door. “It was extremely irresponsible.”

“I'm sorry, master,” Billy replied and tried to sound as apologetic as possible but failing at it miserably.

“I know you regret nothing. You know exactly what you're doing. And you deserve everything that's coming.”

No sooner than the front door closed, Steve changed his grip to the hanging earring on Billy's ear. “You come nicely or this gets broken and you'll bleed. I don't want to hurt you unintentionally, so it's on you if it happens. Do you understand?”

Billy gasped at the sudden, tight tuck on his earlobe. How the fuck could that make him horny? “Yes, Ste--master,” escaped his lips in a way more lustful than he'd anticipated.

“You're already so horny that you start to lose your self-control?” Steve asked as he led them towards their room.

“I'm sorry, master. I'm weak.”

"You know, I almost couldn't keep driving when you started to undress. I almost drove into the ditch, twice," Steve said mock-annoyed as they got into the end of the corridor that lead to their room.

"I know, master," Billy replied and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"You're laughing at me, are you?" Steve replied but laughed too, not able to keep the act up either. He opened the door to their room and took Billy to the bed, letting go of the earring. "Get rid of those jeans. I know you're not wearing any underwear, so teasing with it won't work."

Billy takes his jeans off and sits on the bed, waiting obediently, watching as Steve undresses. When Steve is done, he takes in the sight of Billy's naked body, and makes up his mind. "You're gorgeous," he says walking by the bed. He strokes Billy's hair gently and leans down to kiss him, losing the final shreds of the role he so hard tried to keep up until now. "I don't want to play tonight, firecracker. Let's make love," he whispers. Billy smiles, and Steve takes a deep breath. Billy's smile is still after all these years the prettiest thing Steve knows, and the smile reaches Billy's impossibly blue eyes in which Steve still feels like drowning each time he looks at them. "How did I get so lucky?" Steve asks holding Billy's chin in his hand. Then he says: "Get on the bed properly, babe. I'll take care of you.”

They kiss, slowly, intimately. Steve pushes his tongue between Billy's lips and Billy opens them, meeting the searching tongue with his own. Steve moves to kiss Billy's chin, neck and his chest, making Billy moan louder the closer he gets to his groin. When Steve gets there, he doesn't touch Billy's already erect cock, but instead moves his hand lazily on Billy's groin and the insides of his upper thighs, just barely touching the skin, making Billy groan out of frustration. When he does take the cock into his mouth, he's gentle and uses only his mouth, not sinking it in full but just taking in the tip, barely all the way down to the foreskin. When Billy bucks his hip up to try to make Steve take it all in, Steve lets go of it altogether and tuts at him. When Billy promises to behave, Steve gets back at it, gently squeezing Billy's testicles at the same time, then moving his hand to massage the skin behind them, making Billy gasp audibly. When Billy finally starts moaning Steve's name, grasps his hair to stop him from moving to allow him to fuck his mouth, Steve knows that Billy's load is already on its way.

After Billy has released himself into Steve's mouth, Steve lays on the bed next to him, and they kiss again, Billy tasting his own cum on Steve's lips. It never fails to turn him on again, even though he had just come. They cuddle for a while until Billy feels ready to get at it again. “You want to make some of those babies?” he asks Steve, licking his lips. Steve is generous with the lube and when he enters Billy, his voice is a husky whisper: “Yes, let's make 'em.” Billy loves feeling Steve inside him. He feels safe and that someone who loves him, a lot, is there, closer to him than anyone else has ever been. And now that they both had voiced their desire to have a family, it feels even more intimate than usual. Their kisses are gentle at first, but when they both get closer to coming, they get harder. Steve's thrusts reach deeper inside him and they're faster. Finally, even though Steve had asked to not play any games tonight, Billy can't help "I want to have your babies" to slip from his mouth as he comes.

It makes Steve smile, let out a deep breath, and letting his orgasm come. When he comes he gasps: "Yes, yes, yes, I want you to have my babies!"

Later they were laying on the bed, Billy snuggling under Steve's arm and tightly on his side, the window open letting fresh air in to dilute the air that was thick of sex.

"Would you really have my babies if you could?" Steve asked, trailing Billy's arm with his fingers.

"Yes, I would. As many as you'd want to have with me," Billy replied sleepily.

"So you wouldn't mind being pregnant for, say, five or six years in a row to give me kids?"

"While I obviously can't possibly grasp what that actually might mean, I'd probably do it anyway."

Steve smiled. "You have no idea how much I love you, Billy."

"Love you too, Steve," Billy whispered.

Billy snuggled to Steve's side even tighter, pressing his face against Steve's side, and soon Steve felt wetness there. Billy's tears. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"I want to give babies to you, Steve, so bad. But I can't. And it breaks my heart," Billy managed to say between sobs.

Steve felt immediately guilty. "Firecracker, Billy, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you sad! Fuck. This is why I didn't talk about the kink before. I didn't want to hurt you with it." He hugged Billy tight.

"It's not even about the kink," Billy said after a while. "It's that I'm literally unable to do that for you."

"But we can adopt, babe," Steve said and hugged Billy tighter. "Family is not about blood, you know that. You are my family, firecracker. And same goes for any kids we adopt. They'll be mine, yours, and our family, as if they came from you and me."

Steve woke up in the morning to birds singing in the oak tree on the yard. It was cloudy but the weather had been warm enough over night that the room hadn't cooled too much even though they had forgotten to close the window. He looked at the clock. 8:30am. They had plenty of time still but it wouldn't be a bad idea to get back to Indianapolis early to make their home flight in the evening on time.

“Babe, time to wake up,” he whispered to Billy, who had his back turned to him. He peppered Billy's neck and cheek with kisses until he managed to draw a tired groan out of him. “I'm gonna go make some coffee.”

Steve was reading the morning paper and on his third cup of coffee, when Billy finally came to the kitchen.

“Eggs?” Steve asked getting up and turning on the stove. He really didn't need a confirmation, Billy always wanted to eat his proteins for the day in the morning, but the question came out of habit.

“Mhmm,” Billy managed to let out as he poured coffee into a mug set next to the brewer by Steve.

A while later Steve set a plate and a fork in front of Billy on the table.

Billy wasn't yet quite awake and he glared at Steve. “Stop being so perky. It's barely 10am on a Sunday,” he moaned, taking the fork and trying to keep his eyes open enough to not impale himself with it while eating.

Steve smirked and sat back down on his chair. “Firecracker, babies won't ask whether you want to wake up or not. Nor will a toddler understand that you need more sleep than a ground hog. They'll just bang your head with a toy car until you get up.”

“Fuck you Harrington,” Billy replied, but couldn't help but smile at the mental image. “OK, I suppose getting beaten with a toy car by someone the size of a fire extinguisher is incentive enough even for me to get up if it comes to that.”

“I'll find out where the adoption office is when I go to work tomorrow.”

Billy smiled shyly. “You will?”

“I didn't move my lips just for fun yesterday, babe. When my beloved asks for something, he shall receive,” Steve replied smiling.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #harringrove fanfiction #billy hargrove redemption #smut #steve harrington #steve x billy #billy x steve #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #is she for real #Suometar writes

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inkskinned · 1 year

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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

#this is true #writeblr #warm up #relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes #amongst the Siblings #is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting #like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good #(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and #like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract #to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids #so like she was right to stock up #ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that #u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it #> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes #> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9 #when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters #i am the middle child #out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite

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