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hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?

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hi!! i’ve created a harringrove kinktober list and want to see how many people would be interested in participating in it with me!! there’s no expectations to do all 31 days, nsfw and sfw are allowed, it’ll be very chill, etc — please vote and reblog if you want more people to see it!!

@strangerthingsevents (i was advised to tag you in this!! i’m sorry if this isn’t an appropriate way to tag you, pls let me know!)

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reblog if you are ok with mass booping

Flayed, Parched and Thirsting.

Creature of the Night, Billy Hargrove

Killer Stepdad

A Lifetime Movie-esque murder mystery short fic for @fallofneilhargrove

6 months after moving to Hawkins, Susan dies suddenly, and Max is convinced that Neil had something to do with her death. Desperate to investigate the circumstances surrounding her mother's death, Max drags Billy (and eventually Steve) into a dangerous investigation into Neil's recent behaviors.

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, inspired by lifetime movies, Murder Mystery, Domestic Violence, Sibling Bonding, Nosy teenagers fuck around and find out, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Body Image, Fat Shaming, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Underage Drinking, Child Abuse, Enemies to Friends To Lovers, Eventual Romance

The day of Susan’s funeral, it was pouring. The air was thick and humid and the rain pitter pattered onto the casket. Lucas did his best to hold his umbrella over Max, and Susan’s casket, not caring that his suit was soaking wet. 

Max was sure Susan didn’t know all of these people very well, but it was a small town, and everyone showed their support for Max and Neil.

Poor, grieving Neil who sobbed but not a single tear fell from his eyes. 

Max glared at Neil, then glanced over at Billy who was giving Neil the same dirty look. 

They made eye contact and he nodded his head at her. She nodded back, then turned back to the casket, watching dejectedly as it was lowered into the ground, dragging her further and further away. The memories of her smile, her hugs, her soft little giggles, all buried forever, never to be seen again. 

Neil continued to sob, and Max found it a bit too theatrical. Max did all of her crying at home, and who you are behind closed doors is who you really are. 

Neil didn’t cry once. He didn’t say much at all. In fact, he was constantly out and about, sometimes coming in drunk, and laughing on the phone when he thought no one could hear.

But Max heard, and she didn’t like it at all. 

Neil seemed almost glad that Susan was gone…at least to her. But it wasn’t like she knew much about Neil, except the fact that he was a fucking terrible person. 

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