#harringrovelovefest2024

[wrecked-fuse]

For Harringrove Love fest, day 7 – frottage

Happy valentine's day

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#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #wreckedfuse #harringrovelovefest2024 #stranger things

[mangywayway]

Day 1 of the Harrigrove Lovefest: No strings attached ✨

(I kinda cheated with this representation of the prompt, I know. But it was my first idea and I stuck with it lol)

((My disorganised ass wanted to make more but I had a lot of stuff and didn't have time until the end sigh. I could have done more, but still happy even with something simple as this ✌🏻)

#art #fanart #harringrovelovefest2024 #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #mangywayway

[racketti]

✿ Feb 12th: Body Worship ✿

For @harringrovelovefest !

Steve loves to fill Billy's body with kisses, to show him his love, his affection, to let him know how perfect he is. Billy tells him it's corny, but he can't help but giggle when it starts tickling.

Happy Valentine's day!

#IM SORRY I HAD TO REPOST IT BECAUSE I WANTED TO CHANGE A DETAIL #harringrove #steve x billy #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #fanart #harringrovelovefest2024

[avalonlights]

No strings attached. 🎵 | For @harringrovelovefest Day 1

Steve "The Hair" Harrington, heartthrob King of Late Night, is in a ratings slump and an all time personal low after his highly publicized break-up with glamorous hard-hitting reporter Nancy Wheeler. Just when he thinks things can't get any worse, the only guest he can't stand, glam rock revivalist and obnoxious playboy Billy Hargrove, spikes his ratings after their "rivalry" goes viral. Will either of their careers survive another fiery interview?

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanart #harringrove fanart #harringrovelovefest2024 #avalonlights art #harringrove au #steve thinks billy is a talent-less flashy womanizing sleaze #billy has an enormous crush on steve from inside the closet #bonus points if billy punches steve over a minsunderstanding #involving his manager sister max and steve's all male writer's room #aka the party aka lucas dustin and mike #what really saves steve's career is max's fling with lucas #somehow leading to max and robin saving the writing room #eleven is a bewildered ingenue superstar singer #people speculate she and billy are dating but they're besties #who no one knows bonded over surviving monstrous treatment by their old management agency mindflayer entertainment #or y'know #whatever #lmao #<3

[hunnysfwart]

#Harringrovelovefest2024 day one. Steve and Billy have a date at the aquarium!

#harringrovelovefest #harringrovelovefest2024 #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy

[half-oz-eddie]

Billy was a terrible kisser.

Well, no, maybe not...terrible.

The first time Billy kissed Steve was very "heat of the moment," at a party leading to a one night stand, which became a two night stand...then three, and then Billy was spending the night, telling Steve all his secrets, showing him the bruises on his back and all the places his bones were once fractured, but healed.

Then, the next thing Steve knew it, Billy was his boyfriend.

But the way he kissed him, while it was hot and passionate, it was also a little too hot, too aggressive, too sexual.

It was always hard and poured on thick, never soft and peppered.

It was always Steve initiating a kiss, and Billy grabbing the back of his neck and sticking his tongue down his throat.

Which wasn't the worst thing in the world, but he had one way of kissing, and they all (supposedly) meant different things.

Steve simply couldn't tell. He needed to figure this out.

He walked up to Billy while he was making a sandwich. "Kiss me." He demanded. "Like you love me."

Billy grinned, wordlessly pulling Steve into his arms and grasping the back of his neck, initiating a sloppy, opened mouth, tongue dancing kiss.

Steve slowly broke away, sighing.

"What happened?" Billy asked.

"Billy," Steve began. "Do you ever like...being gentle?"

He laughed in response. "I'm not a pussy, Steve."

"No, I don't mean—ugh, okay. I just...don't you ever want to go a little slow? Maybe kiss a little bit softer? Feel butterflies and—"

"Nah." He shook his head. I don't like that. I don't like that at all."

"How come? What's wrong with us being a little soft with each other?"

"It, uh...sounds a little cheesy, y'know? That only happens in movies."

"No it doesn't." Steve argued. "I wanna kiss you like that all the time, but then you yoke me up and start kissing me like you're horny."

"I'm passionate. I thought you said you liked that." Billy frowned.

"I do! But I just...love you so much, I wanna show it a little differently."

Billy sighed, slightly annoyed. "Different how?"

"C'mere. Let me show you."

They stood dangerously close to one another. Steve gently moved a lock of hair out of Billy's face, lovingly gazing into Billy's eyes.

"You're beautiful." Steve whispered.

Billy's eyes skittishly danced around,averting Steve's. "J-just shut up and kiss me. Stop all this talking."

"What's the rush? You worried about your sandwich?" He leaned in halfway.

"No, but you're wasting time."

"Time with you's never time wasted."

Billy's heart was starting to race. He was feeling nauseous—no, not nauseous. He was getting that stupid fluttery feeling in his stomach. What was Steve trying to do to him, anyway?

"I-I get it. You can stop now."

Steve's brows furrowed. "I haven't even kissed you yet."

"Just get it over with already, then."

"Are you mad at me?"

"I—No! I just feel weird."

"Relax, baby. You're in good hands." Steve spoke softly, his voice smooth like butter.

He continued to close the distance between them, their lips meeting slowly and gently, as if they'd never met before.

Billy felt himself melting into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as Steve led him.

Their hands instinctively found one another's, intertwining as they lovingly kissed.

Billy's heart raced, faster and faster. How could something so slow make his heart beat like this?

Steve deepened the kiss, just slightly, their tongues playfully flicking at one another's, causing Billy to gasp as he found himself getting lost in the moment.

He felt so loved, so wanted, and so deeply desired. It spoke even louder than the excited kisses they'd shared before.

They parted after what felt like forever, but still too soon, and gazed into each other's eyes.

"How was that? Was that too cheesy?"

Billy shook his head. "No, that was...do it again."

Steve smiled. "What about your sandwich?"

"Fuck the sandwich. I'll make another one if I have to."

"How about we take this to the bedroom, then?" Steve suggested. "There are so many other ways I can show you I love you."

Billy licked his lips and smiled. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah." Steve took Billy's hand and led him upstairs, eager to show Billy that a little softness goes a long way.

@dragonflylady77 @adelacreations @shieldofiron @hunnysfwart @bigdumbbambieyes @harringroveera Happy Valentine's Day~

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrovelovefest2024 #ivy.doc

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Harringrove Lovefest Day 9: Conversation Hearts Hurt/Comfort | T | 1.3k @harringrovelovefest

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From what Steve's gathered over the three or so months that he's been 'dating' Billy, he knows that the blond has issues.

Like, issues issues.

Which is fine, because so does Steve, and they both do their best to be patient - even when it does wear thin. Steve knew that it wouldn't be easy to love Billy. He doesn't make it easy, because his temper gets the best of him sometimes, which leads to fights and silence that spans days. He pushes Steve away, says shit like 'I don't need you or anyone' and puts his walls up. He refuses to go on dates or hold Steve's hand, even in private. Only kisses during sex. Never cuddles.

But, if Steve's anything, he's persistent. And desperate to love and be loved.

So, he waits. He lets Billy have his space when he needs it, reassures Billy that he's not going anywhere, even after they fight. And Billy never says 'thank you' or 'I'm sorry', but he'll always listen whenever Steve talks after a fight, when he explains how he feels. He communicates and Billy doesn't, which is the most frustrating part.

He's begun to feel a little hopeless.

As he's feeling torn between giving up and hoping for the best, Valentine's Day arrives.

He's at school, watching couples be couples with gifts and flowers and cards, and watching Billy watch them, too.

Steve doesn't expect anything, in all honesty. They hadn't made plans, and if he can't even call Billy his boyfriend, he doesn't expect a gift. Which is, admittedly, disappointing because Steve wants to shower Billy in gifts - his favourite snacks, the new Metallica tape, his favourite beer, maybe a rose or two or three - but he doesn't want to scare him off. And it's hard, because Steve's always been a romantic and Valentine's Day has always been one of his favourite holidays.

And here he is at his locker after last period, still holding onto hope that maybe Billy's stuffed it full of love.

But when he opens it, it's empty.

His heart drops and he frowns, takes a deep breath as he shoves his notebook inside and slams it shut, swallowing down his disappointment.

Whatever.

When he gets to the parking lot, Billy's Camaro is already gone and Steve clenches his jaw.

"Whatever," he mutters to himself as he rips open his Beemer's door and slumps inside, driving home with a heavy heart.

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He'd never admit it, but Steve hides in his room for the rest of the evening. His parents leave him money for pizza before they head out for their own Valentine's Day dinner, but he hasn't bothered.

He doesn't know what to do. He feels stupid. He should just call Billy and tell him how he feels, tell him how disappointed he is, how he wants to do something for Valentine's Day.

But, what will that get him? At best, a silent phone call or maybe a small hum of acknowledgement. At worst, Billy gets angry and annoyed.

Ugh.

He goes downstairs and eyes the money on the counter, considers taking it to go grab some beer instead - and then the doorbell rings.

Brows furrowed, he heads over to it and peeks through the hole, sees a fisheye view of Billy standing there with his hands in his jacket pockets, looking off to the side with his own pinched expression.

When Steve opens the door, he doesn't bother to hide his confusion, even as those blue eyes meet his.

They're guarded, as usual. Unsure.

"Hey," Steve mutters, frowning, "What're you doing here?"

Billy's mouth twitches as he half rolls his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he gives Steve a look, "To see you?"

"Well, obviously," Steve huffs softly, and they eye each other for another moment before Steve steps aside, silently inviting the other boy in.

Billy steps inside and Steve locks the door behind them, leaning against it as he watches Billy toe off his boots. The last time Billy had worn his shoes inside, his mom had flipped.

"Parents went out?" Billy asks, eyeing the living room and kitchen before turning back to look at him.

He looks fucking gorgeous, as always. His hair is perfectly styled, he changed into that white t-shirt Steve loves on him, his jeans cup his ass perfectly.

And the way Billy looks at him, eyes half lidded, as he checks Steve out in return, makes his face go a little warm.

He's fucking blushing, as if he's never been alone with Billy.

In response to the question, he nods quietly.

"You're being quiet," Billy mutters with a small lift of his brow, "Usually I can't get you to shut up."

Which is true. Should he just say it? Should he tell Billy how he felt earlier? Would it do any good? What if Billy's had enough and if he said anything, he'd just get dumped? On Valentine's Day.

Billy takes a deep breath and looks up to the ceiling, his jaw clenching as he thinks something over, until he finally takes his hands out of his pockets and holds one out to Steve.

Dark brown eyes go to that palm, seeing three small hearts resting there. Yellow, pink, and green.

Steve blinks in surprise and steps closer to get a better look; stamped in red letters are three small, simple messages: BE MINE, KISS ME, FOR EVER.

He flicks his gaze back up to Billy's face, who's looking off to the corner but his face is flushed, like he's embarrassed.

Steve feels hope bloom in his chest.

He cracks a small smile, still a little unsure, as he asks quietly, "What're these for?"

"They're for you," Billy says just as quietly, his eyes going down to his palm and an annoyed look flashes across his face for a second before his other hand is rearranging two of the hearts, swapping their place.

BE MINE. FOR EVER. KISS ME.

Steve's smile grows but he dampens it, his eyes widening as he flicks his gaze back and forth from Billy's face to the hearts, feeling his own begin to race. "You trying to tell me something?" He asks playfully, his voice a whisper.

Billy finally meets his eyes then, the blue of them so much brighter when he blushes, and he clenches his jaw again with a small shrug. "I...I know I'm not good at saying how I feel," he whispers, his eyes going down to the conversation hearts again, "And Susan bought a bag of these, so I figured, y'know - I'll just...show you how I feel. And I know you like all this romantic pussy shit, so..."

Steve can't help the way his eyes and smile soften, endeared beyond belief at how Billy is trying. It's a relief, a clear message he's been waiting for, sent with three simple little candies.

All for Steve.

Carefully, he takes them from Billy's hand and steps even closer, their eyes meeting once more as Steve whispers, "Thank you."

Billy's face twists a little, a frown on his face, "Don't thank me, it's not much."

"But it's something," Steve argues gently, taking Billy's hand in his and giving it a squeeze, "And I'm not asking you for more than you're ready for, Billy. I'm yours, and I'm not going anywhere."

He can see the tension bleed out of Billy's shoulders then, and the way those blue eyes line with tears makes Steve's heart ache. No one's been this patient with Billy before, he can see that now.

"You want this - with me?" Steve asks softly, lifting the yellow heart that says FOR EVER between them, Billy's teary eyes landing on it.

Without hesitation, he nods and Steve doesn't hide his smile this time. He lets Billy see it clear on his face.

"Wipe that goofy smile off your face, Harrington," Billy mumbles with a tiny smile.

"Make me," he hums, challenging him.

And Billy doesn't disappoint. He feels Billy's hand on the nape of his neck, his thumb resting along the side of his throat as he's pulled in, their lips meeting in a soft and sweet kiss.

It's one of the many Valentine's Days he spends with Billy and it's always his favourite.

#harringrove #harringrovelovefest2024 #billy hargrove #steve harrington #surpriiiiise!! #bambiwrites

[ariesbilly]

just a little something for @harringrovelovefest but it doesnt fit any of the prompts lol

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Billy knew dating a straight boy would bring nothing but trouble. Cyd had warned him enough back in Cali, told him how straight boys may be good for a one time fuck, get it out of your system, but that's it. Don't go try pursuing anything more, because it'll never be anything more.

And Billy had taken that to heart. The one time in his life he didn't feel the need to put his hand on the stove to test its heat, last thing he needed was some straight boy running scared, opening his big mouth to let the world in on Billy's little secret. Maybe he played with danger a little too much, but he also knew when to play it safe to save his own ass.

Which is why Steve Harrington had been such a fucking enigma.

Billy knew better, and yet he let himself fall for the king of small town America, the poster boy of Ideal Heterosexual Living. He was such a fucking idiot.

He'd gotten a few good months out of it, at least. Definitely some of the best sex he's ever had - once he taught Steve how to properly use his dick, anyway. And he's gonna miss having that asshole hanging onto his every word, clinging to him like another limb. That absence is gonna be a bitch to fill.

But Steve, apparently, is ready to go back to pussy, if the visual Billy's getting from the parking lot of Family Video is anything to go by. Can see clear as day through his windshield, into the store, how Steve is leaned over the counter, smiling all big and bright at some chick he thinks they went to school with.

Billy knows flirting when he sees it. Honestly, he just wishes Steve had the decency to not flaunt it right in his face. Could've taken her to the back and fucked her in private without Billy having to have this image burned into his brain.

Whatever.

He slams on his horn, finally alerting Steve to his presence.

Steve perks up at the sound of the horn. Billy's a little early to pick him up from the end of his shift, but only by a few minutes. Robin can clock him out, it won't matter.

"Gotta go, Shelly," he says to the girl on the other side of the counter. "But make sure to come back and tell me what you thought about Animal House. I'm telling you, it's a classic!"

Shelly laughs and agrees to his request before heading out, and Steve can't get out of the store fast enough. Yells his goodbye to Robin and runs out the door, panting as he plops himself into the passenger seat of the Camaro.

"Hey, tiger." He grins. And it's only now that he notices the voice coming from the radio. Just about the last damn thing he ever expected Billy to be listening to. "Is this Dolly Parton?" He wants to laugh, but the somber look on Billy's face and the next words out of his mouth have him refraining.

"My mom liked her. Got a problem with that?"

"Uh... no. No. Dolly's great."

Billy pulls out of the parking lot without a word. The track on the cassette changes, and the melancholic lyrics fill the silence.

When you love somebody With all your heart and soul And you want to keep them with you But you know they want to go What do you do? What do you say? When you know they want to leave As bad as you want them to stay

Billy's fingers tighten around the steering wheel. This song was always a bitch to get through, but it's downright torture right now. He thinks about changing it, but it would only draw attention. Best to just push through it, act like it's just another song. Keep his feelings down like usual.

Steve notices the shift, though. He also notices the way Billy's eyes have gone a little glassy, starting to fill up with tears.

He gets it. Billy's mom is a sore subject for him, and as he listens to the lyrics spilling out of the radio he can't help but to feel bad for his boyfriend. There's an ache in his chest like he's carrying Billy's emotions for him. He wish he could. Wishes Billy didn't have to feel a single bad thing for the rest of his life, he's already felt enough.

And then the chorus starts, and Steve's mind switches over to his own past woes.

And there's nothing quite as sad as a one-sided love When one doesn't care at all and the other cares too much It's a sad situation, I must say When someone wants to leave As bad as you want them to stay

Nancy feels like a lifetime ago. And he's over her, he is, but. Some wounds take longer to heal.

This song would've hurt more had he heard it back then, in the thick of it. But now he can mourn that period of his life for what it was and look at Billy and take pride in what his life is.

You know how much I love you But I know you don't love me And I know it's just a matter of time before you leave But I, do I stand aside and just let you walk away? But I know you want to leave As bad as I want you to stay

Billy wonders when the blow is gonna come. How long it'll be until Steve breaks the news. Will probably let him down easy, because that's the kind of guy Steve is. And Billy won't go down without a fight, because that's the kind of guy he is. Can't ever let things go without kicking and screaming.

Maybe he should end things first, beat Steve to the punch. Leave his ass blindsided, leave-

"Hey," Steve's voice comes gently, along with the hand now holding Billy's on the wheel.

They're stopped at a red light, so Billy chances a glance over.

And there's nothing quite as sad as a one-sided love When one doesn't love at all and the other loves too much It's a sad situation I must say

"I'm glad I have you." Steve smiles, all soft and sweet. Delicate, like he's stepping through a minefield. "I'm glad we have each other."

Billy's breath catches in his throat. Doesn't know what kind of sick game Steve is playing. But he's holding Billy's hand, and he's staring into his eyes, and he looks sincere.

His mom had looked sincere, too, all the times she told him she loved him. Look where that got him. People are sincere, until they aren't.

When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay Oh, it's a sad situation I must say When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay

"You can't-" Billy starts, choking on his words. "You can't leave me." His own honesty strikes him, but the words are out, and he figures it's time to lay it all on the table. "Or- if you are, just do it now. Don't string me along Steve, I won't- I can't-"

The light's gone green, but there isn't a soul on the road, so Steve doesn't feel guilty almost climbing into Billy's lap just to hold him as close as he can, kissing the top of his head, his cheek, his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, blue." He holds Billy's face between his hands, forcing him to understand the weight of his words. "You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not." He shakes Billy's head for emphasis, eliciting a laugh from the both of them.

There's tears streaming down Billy's face, but it's relief. Maybe he jumped to conclusions, maybe he has to reel that shit in. He'll work on it.

"Yeah, okay." He sniffles. Doesn't make a move to get out of Steve's grasp. "You're stuck with me, too, though."

Steve beams. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

#harringrove #harringrovelovefest2024 #my writing #i wrote this while cooking hot wings and they got done right before i finished this. what timing! #so sorry if the ending seems kinda rushed lol #i gotta go get my chicken out

[chrisbitchtree]

For @harringrovelovefest day 7!

Prompt - 13 Going On 30

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things fanart #harringrovelovefest2024 #billy x steve #my all time favourite romcom #it was so fun to make it harringrove!!! #chrisbitchtree draws

[medusapelagia]

Love is a battlefield - Harringrove Love Fest 8th Feb

written for @harringrovelovefest

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Prompt: Love is a Battlefield Tag: angst with happy ending, friends with benefits, feeling realization

“Fuck!” Billy yells, slamming the car door so hard that the entire car trembles for a moment.

Fuck him! And fuck Harrington!

Why the fuck do they keep doing this? Every time is the same old story! They hang out, they have a great time, they kiss, sometimes they fuck if Steve is home alone, and then it happens: Steve has to say something stupid and Billy has to tell him how stupid that is, and then they fight, and Billy leaves Steve’s house with a heavy heart and a repressed energy that he will unleash punching in the face the first stupid moron that he will see on his way home.

And it will not be Billy’s fault, ok? It will be Steve’s!

How dare him!

Tonight, after they fucked, Steve told him “I love you.” As he meant it.

Fucking moron.

Billy hits the steering wheel so hard that his hand hurts.

“Fuck!” He yells again in the night, and if his face feels wet is due to the humidity and the sweat, no fucking tears, because boys don’t cry.

How could he have done this to him? He trusted Steve! They had a fucking agreement: friends with benefits, no stupid string to keep them together, just some fun in a small and boring city like Hawkins and nothing more. Why did he have to ruin everything? Now Billy could not go back and his heart aches so badly that he thinks is going to be sick.

Fuck Harrington, who told him those stupid words! If he had told them during sex, Billy could have pretended that it was just the lust talking, but no! That stupid rich boy waited for Billy to be vulnerable and raw, entangled in the blankets and ready to fall asleep and he fucking whispered these words in his ear like it was their secret.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Billy tries to take some deep breaths to calm himself, but he is still sitting in his car just in front of Steve’s driveway: he has to turn the car on, leave, and never come back. He nods to himself, knowing that is the right thing to do.

A knock on his window makes him startle and hit the roof of the car; on the other side of the window, there is Steve, still wearing his awful striped pajamas, his eyes red and puffy like he had been crying, which is not possible, is it?

“Bab… Billy.” He whispers, almost revealing their secrets to the woods and the stars that are looking down at them.

Billy freezes like a dare in front of a car headlights, unable to move, and Steve’s hand gets to the door handle; it clicks open and the gentle sound in the middle of the night is almost like a gunshot to Billy’s heart, but Steve doesn’t know it and keeps opening the door until it’s wide open.

“Billy. Come inside. Please. Just for a moment.” Steve’s voice is trembling but the words are clear and reasonable “Come. I’ll offer you a glass of water, nothing more, I promise, but please, get inside.”

“I never made you any promise.” Billy states, staring at the empty road in front of him and stubbornly avoiding Steve’s eyes.

“I know,” Steve whispers, opening and closing his mouth a few times like he wanted to add something else but wasn’t able to.

“I should go.” 

“You should stay.”

It’s a dance they have done so many times before, a boring back and forth that doesn’t take them anywhere.

“I… I promise I’ll let you go. I won’t call. I won’t even say hello at school, but please come inside for a moment.”

Billy finally turns toward Steve, his big doe eyes are so sad and worried and Billy would like to hold him tight and peppers his face with kisses until he starts to giggle like a happy toddler.

God, Steve is so beautiful, even so, broken and sad, he is still the best thing Billy has ever had and the instinct to kiss him is so strong that his knuckles whiten from how hard he is holding the steering wheel.

“Please.” Steve begs and how could Billy resist? He slowly releases the grip from the steering wheel and gets out of the car slowly, as if on the other side of his car there was a ferocious creature and not the boy he fucks.

Steve gets back inside and Billy follows him quietly, keeping the distance.

“Water?” Steve offers, taking a glass and offering it to Billy who begrudgingly takes it while Steve takes a deep breath “Look, I’m sorry, ok? I don’t know why I said that. Oh well, I know why I said it but I thought you were asleep… and I know that you don’t feel the same but it doesn’t have to end just because I caught… feelings.” Steve says, like he was talking about a cold.

“Harrington.”

“If you are going to dump me can you call me Steve? For once?”

No, he can’t! Because if he will… “Steve…” Billy murmurs and all his defenses suddenly shatter to the ground and he is naked in front of the boy which is both the best thing he has ever had and the most dangerous “I don’t do feelings.” Billy replies, harshly.

“I know. And I’m sorry…”

“I don’t do feelings.” Billy repeats, finally lifting his ice blue eyes to look at Steve in the eyes “So tell me, why my heart aches so badly? Why do I feel that I can’t breathe? Why do I feel that I’m chained to your side?”

“Billy… are you saying… Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

No. He is not. Because it’s just sex.

They fuck. They have fun. They don’t have feelings for each other. Billy doesn’t have…

So why is he running toward Steve, crushing him in a tight embrace? Why is he holding Steve's face, tilting it enough to grant him access, and why is he kissing him with passion?

Why does Billy’s heart beat faster? Why the discomfort he felt is disappearing now that he has a familiar weight in his arms?

“I… I….” Billy tries to articulate, but Steve stops him with a finger on his lips.

“It’s ok. You don’t have to say it back.”

“But!”

“When it’s time, you will. Now come.” Steve murmurs, dragging the blond-haired boy back to his room, and into his bed where he holds him tight. 

This time there is no confession whispered but a little voice in Billy’s heart tells him that this time is different.

This time Steve is not just a boy that he fucks, is the boy that he loves, and as soon as he will win the fight between his head and his heart he will tell Steve that he loves him too. For the moment he rests, safe between Steve’s arms.

#harringrovelovefest2024 #harringrove love fest #harringrove #billy x steve #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things fanfiction #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic #my fanfic #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Harringrove #Billy x Steve #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Harringrove fic

[adelacreations]

Lord Billy and Lady Billie are looking at a certain pretty boy/girl to be their Valentines'

💕 The Way You Love Me

@harringrovelovefest

#billy hargrove #billy x steve #harringrove #resident evil village au #adelacreationsartz #my artz #fanart #stranger things #lord billy hargrove #lady billie hargrove #yes there is a set of stevies for this #you think i won't do that? #I served drawing this #thank me later #genderbend fanart #billy antis dni #female billy hargrove #harringrovelovefest2024

[mangywayway]

Day 2 of the Harringrove Lovefest: What If?✨

Some fem!Harringrove bc yes. And already friends (good friends, girlfriends, more?) in a possible season 3 setting (aka what we could have got but didn't get 😩)

#art #fanart #harringrovelovefest2024 #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #fem!harringrove #mangywayway

[harringrovelovefest]

❤️HARRINGROVE LOVEFEST PROMPTS❤️

February 8th

💕Love is a Battlefield

💕Say Anything

💕Roleplay

💕Chocolate Covered Strawberries

💕 No Strings Attached

💕 The Way You Love Me

February 9th

💕 Modern Love

💕 When Harry Met Sally

💕 Dirty Talk

💕 Conversation Hearts

💕 What If?

💕 Crazy in Love

February 10th

💕 Let My Love Open the Door

💕 Endless Love

💕 Sex Toys

💕 Fondue

💕 The Back-up Plan

💕 Bleeding Love

February 11th

💕 You Give Love a Bad Name

💕 The Princess Bride

💕 Frottage

💕 Chocolate Lava Cake

💕 Always Be My Maybe

💕 Make You Feel My Love

February 12th

💕 What’s Love Got to Do With It

💕 Dirty Dancing

💕 Body Worship

💕 Truffles

💕 To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

💕 I Believe in a Thing Called Love

February 13th

💕 Chains of Love

💕 Can’t Buy Me Love

💕 Oral Sex

💕 Spaghetti and Meatballs

💕 Crazy, Stupid, Love

💕 Love on Top

February 14th

💕 Addicted to Love

💕 Pretty in Pink

💕 Praise Kink

💕 Heart shaped lollipop

💕 13 Going On 30

💕 Love Story

#harringrovelovefest #harringrovelovefest2024 #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrovelovefest prompts

[harringroveera]

Harringrove & 10 Things I Hate About You AU

For @harringrovelovefest Day 7

#harringrove #it works better the other way around cuz billy could be kat but god billy’s also very patrick i cant decide #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrovelovefest2024 #billy hargrove x steve harrington #am i doing this right 😭 #incorrect harringrove quotes #harringrove au #harringroveera #harringrove textpost #steve x billy #steve harrington x billy hargrove #harringrove headcanon #incorrect billy hargrove quotes #incorrect steve harrington #harringrove meme #harringrove edit #steve harrington meme #billy hargrove meme #harringrovelovefest

[hunnysfwart]

#Harringrovelovefest2024 day three. Steve and Billy go shopping!

#harringrovelovefest #harringrovelovefest2024 #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy

[half-oz-eddie]

Attached, like that ❤️‍🩹 internalized homophobia tw

"...I think I'm getting too attached to you." Billy said randomly, eating the soft pretzel Steve brought him on their lunch breaks.

"What? Whaddya mean?" Steve wondered, passing the shared drink between them.

"We spend a lot of time together lately. Now, whenever I don't see you, I'm..." He fought to hold back, or tried to, but if he couldn't talk to Steve, he felt like he couldn't talk to anyone. "I get pissed when I don't get to see you. Not pissed at you, just—pisses me off. I dunno."

"I think that's normal." Steve reassured.

"I don't think it is."

"It is." Steve confirmed again. "I get pretty bummed when we can't hang out too. Only difference is...everything pisses you off. So you show anger for all your emotions."

Billy tusked, narrowing his eyes at Steve. "Fuck you."

"Lighten up." Steve playfully nudged. "I'm not givin' you shit about it. Just saying."

"Okay so, what, it's normal to be upset when we don't see each other?"

"I think so." Steve nodded. "We're friends."

"Do you get upset when you can't see Robin? Or those dweebs?"

"Hm...Now that I think about it..." He shook his head, a chuckle escaping him. "No. It doesn't bother me at all."

"So then we're too attached to each other." Billy deduced. "You know this is pussy shit, right? To be attached to another guy?"

"So what if it is?" Steve shrugged. "You mean a lot to me, Billy. We've been getting along so much better than I could've imagined."

"I can't be...that way." Billy stared off, a tense, pained look on his face. "I can't...feel these things for you. It's not natural."

"If it wasn't natural, why do we feel like this?"

"I don't have all the fuckin answers, Harrington." Billy snapped. "It...feels like I did something wrong. I did something to make me like this."

Steve turned to Billy, hoping for clarity. "Billy...do you like me?"

Billy growled as he sprang up from the spot he sat with Steve, turning his back to him. "Yeah. I fuckin like you, alright? I couldn't help it. Couldn't control my feelings. Gonna fuck off and never talk to me again, now?"

"No. I think...I like you too. I didn't think I was...that way either. But I feel the same way I felt about Nancy about you. I didn't choose this. It just happened."

Billy turned his attention back to Steve. "We gotta make it stop, Harrington. We gotta make this shit go away so we can still hang out without...becoming..." He let out a defeated sigh. "Neil would kill me."

Steve stood, slowly grabbing Billy's hand.

Billy's heart skipped a beat when their fingers touched. He pulled away and turned his back to Steve once more. "We can't do this."

"Do you wanna do this?"

Billy shrugged.

Steve stared at Billy's tense back and scrunched up shoulders, overhearing a soft sniffle.

He peeked over at Billy's face, spotting the tears when Billy pointedly turned away.

Steve placed comforting hands on Billy's shoulders prompting him to loosen up. "Look at me. C'mon." He coaxed. "We stayed up all night on prom night, talking shit and drinking. We've seriously bonded, man. You know you can tell me anything."

"I wish I didn't tell you this." Billy admitted. "Now I feel like I lost my friend."

Steve slowly spun Billy around. "No matter what happens, you're always gonna be my friend, alright? We can pretend this conversation didn't happen if you want to."

"Don't you want to?" Billy questioned. "You don't wanna be...this either, right?"

"I don't really mind. I've already come to terms with this awhile ago. But if it's too hard for you, I don't mind that either. As long as we can still hang out."

Billy intertwined his pinky with Steve's. "I can't just be your friend. The feelings aren't gonna disappear. They're too strong."

Steve gently grasped Billy's chin. Billy's heart began to race with excitement and fear. He worriedly glanced around, and Steve turned his head back towards him. "We're alone. No one's ever disturbed us in the 2 months we've been hanging out in this shed."

Billy sighed. "I fuckin' know that, but it doesn't mean I'm not scared."

"Let's take this one step at a time, then. How about a kiss—"

"No." Billy immediately refused. "If I kiss you, I'm never gonna be able to stop thinking about you. Then I'll really be in deep."

Steve laughed. "I never took you for a worrier, Billy."

"Yeah, well, I never took me for a lot of things...but here we are."

"Listen, Billy. It's our life. We can do whatever we want, and we don't have to tell anyone anything about how we feel or...what we are. We can just...be two pals in public, and we can be who we really are in the privacy of my house."

Billy liked the idea of being able to be his true self with Steve. He needed to shed away some of the expectations from his father and sort his shit out a bit, but he knew one thing for certain: He wanted Steve.

"So you like me, huh? You really like me?"

Steve nodded with certainty. "Yeah. I really do."

"So you like...wanna fuck me and stuff?" Billy asked teasingly, sticking his tongue out at Steve.

Steve turned red at the thought. "I—" He laughed. "Maybe—how about...a kiss first?"

Billy finally agreed, his lips slowly meeting Steve's. They were soft and welcoming, and tasted like pepsi and bananas. Weird combination, sure, but it was Steve's lips he kissed, and that was the best part of all.

"I uh...I have to get back to work." Steve spoke softly, their lips still ghosting one another's.

"Me too. But I'll see you later, right?"

Steve nodded. "I can't wait."

Billy stole one more kiss and watched as Steve hurried out of the shed.

They hadn't discussed the nature of their relationship just yet, but Billy wanted to take one step at a time. Each step with Steve was another step toward Billy becoming his own person.

He realized...it was okay to be...like that with Steve. It was better than being like Neil.

Billy went back to his lifeguard chair, smiling to himself, thinking about the next time he'd kiss Steve's lips.

#internalized homophobia #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #ivy.doc #harringrovelovefest2024