my harringrove masterlist
hello! for the first time in my life i’ve accumulated enough of my own works to justify making a post specifically to gather them together. some fics will be under my old url itscrybabyharrington (my dead account *sigh* also part of the reason i’m linking it all here!), i assure you i’m not fic stealing. anyway here ya go 💕
(6k 18+ a/b/o) my very first harringrove fic 😭
It started off as an itch beneath the surface of his skin, no matter how hard Steve pressed his nails could never dig through, could never scratch the discontent that simmered just beneath.
Tommy says it’s nothing, signs of an early rut approaching, meds wearing off after taking them for so long. Only Steve knows Tommy is full of shit and this doesn’t feel like a rut
he ain’t heavy he’s my brother
William Neil Hargrove is born red faced and screaming at 6:32 AM. Jason Lee Hargrove is born at 6:37 AM, quiet and unmoved by the echo of his brothers cries.
his welfare is my concern (no burden is he to bear)
(9k 18+ more twingrove au!)
They’re both hired on at Hawkins Community Pool.
It’s purely by accident, another case of mistaken identity to add to the numerous other times people have confused him for his brother. Jason realizes this the moment he steps up to the front desk and the hiring manager compliments him for getting his haircut, says he’s glad Jason decided to cut his ratty mullet.
(1k G even more twingrove au!)
“Jesus Christ what’s taking him so long.” Billy complains around the cigarette in his mouth, thick smoke clouds forming with each puff into winter air.
It’s freezing outside, both of them are bundled up and huddled against the side of Jason’s blue ford pickup truck. It’s an investment from spending the summer prior busting his ass off at the local pool and picking up odd jobs around the neighborhood, it’s nothing fancy but the bench seat fits the three of them perfectly, no one is forced to third wheel anymore.
five feet apart ‘cause we’re not gay
just two dudes being bros
billy fucks steve with an ice cream scoop, that’s it, that’s the tweet
it’s a moment when i roll up (got em sayin’ wow)
The music next door is pounding, rattles the connecting wall it’s so loud. It’s both a blessing and a curse, on the downside it’s 2am and Steve has class early tomorrow morning at 7am, on the brighter side of things the loud whine Steve lets out as Billy works another finger into him gets eaten by the heavy bass of a Post Malone song
Billy Hargrove is a morning person.
Billy shouldn’t even be back here, if they get caught it would only add on to the multitude of reasons Steve should rightfully be fired.
don’t mind me (i’m just the teacher)
(Ch 2/? G(for now) WIP teacher au)
Steve curls further into his chair, drawing his cardigan close despite the lingering heat of early fall drifting in through the open window. With one hand he carefully balances his book on one knee, the other stuffing the last bite of a strawberry jelly sandwich into his mouth. There’s a glob of jelly stuck to his chin a precarious smear of red on his thumb, threatening to stain the crisp pages of the book in his hand.
run run (as fast as you can)
(2k 18+ straight up monster fucking: READ TAGS)
Something rough drags across his cheek, burns cold where it’s pressed against Steve’s skin.
chew your meat for you (pass it back and forth)
(3k 18+ straight up monster fucking: READ TAGS)
Steve thinks maybe he has PTSD.
He’s not clinically diagnosed, he can’t exactly go to a therapist and confide that he was kidnapped by evil Russians, that there’s blood on his hands, blood in his pool, that he saw a boy who was barely a man die screaming and bloody as he was ripped into by the Mindflayer until his body gave out.
It’s a lot to process on your own so Steve is pretty sure he has PTSD.
• steve makes billy a mix tape
• billy and steve are surprised by steve’s parents coming home
• they’re in their 30s, billy buys a motorcycle