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Billy's sure as shit not gonna lend it to them if they can't though. That's not his problem, Nancy.
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Ammirite ladieeees 🫡
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Yes I’m alive.
Also doodled some best bois.
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Unaware I'm tearin' you asunder (yeah, yeah, yo)
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This is all @gothyringwalds fault! :D We were chatting and this particular scenario came up and, well. I couldn’t NOT draw it.
And it’s suitable, too, because one of today’s prompts for Harringrove Week Of Love is Bakery AU, so … let’s just call this love, yeah? :p
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✨ avalonlights dot etsy dot com ✨
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billy hargrove 🍊
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Robin: How’s your first day living together?
Steve: Well, I thought I was meowing back to our cat for the past hour
Billy: Turns out it was just me and Steve meowing back and forth from different rooms in the house
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She got his ass.
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💦☁️🛏️ harringrove please!
BUILD-A-BLURB ASK MEME
PAIRING: BILLY X STEVE
PROMPTS: 💦 sleeping together for the first time, ☁️ enemies to lovers, 🛏 only one bed
It’s a punishment of some sort. Steve’s sure of it.
Biblical level.
Penance or whatever. He stopped going to church when he was eleven. Steve wonders if that’s the reason Billy Hargrove is currently standing the other side of a bed that looks too narrow to properly classify as a double and glaring at it like it just offended his mother.
As if a guy like that has a mother.
“Fuck this.”
Billy’s pointing at the faded bedspread. And, yeah. Steve kind of has to agree. He kicks at the wooden frame himself and frowns.
Coach put them in the smallest room. Said the motel they were staying at overnight had overbooked and, well. Billy and Steve were the only pair. The only two, ‘cause Tommy H is currently laid up in bed back home with a fever. Dropped out last minute and Steve sort of hates him for it.
Sort of really hates him for it because Billy’s talking again. Voice too loud in the small room.
“This is the goddamn worst, you know that? Indiana fuckin’ sucks.”
Steve sighs. Flops down onto the bed, ancient springs creaking as the mattress bounces half heartedly.
“Feel free to leave at, like, any time.” He says around a yawn. Props himself up on his elbows and gives Billy a look. Smiles sweetly as he speaks. “In fact. I’ll pack your bags for you. Deal?”
“Shut the hell up, Harrington.”
Steve lets himself fall back again. He rubs a hand over his face and realises how beat he is from the journey. “You first, dickhead.”
“Jerkoff.”
“…Bitch.”
Billy spins around. Stupid pointy earring swinging with the movement. He glares at Steve. “Better not start feeling me up in the night.”
“Can you shut the fuck up? Like, is that possible? Do you have an off button? Or are you always set to asshole?”
Billy doesn’t reply. Just grabs his bag and heads for the bathroom. Shuts the door with a bang that has the light fittings rattling.
Steve’s eyes droop as he hears the shower turn on.
He wakes to Billy standing over him. Dripping water and skin flushed from the heat. Steve groans and rubs his eyes. Bats at Billy and tells him to jus’ go’way.
Billy pinches his side. Hard. Steve yelps. Jumps up and shoves at Billy.
“What is your issue, man?”
“Your dumbass was taking up the whole bed.”
Steve shoves at Billy again. Cranky from the lack of sleep, irritable and wound up. And Billy’s got that stupid look on his face. Smirk tugging at his mouth and eyes mean.
Steve hates him.
“I hate you.”
Billy’s mouth twists. Turns down. Steve almost feels bad. Almost.
He’s not sure who swings first but he ends up back on the bed, nose bloody and making a mess of the little pink and yellow flowers beneath him. Billy’s breathing is ragged to match Steve’s as he sits, perched on top. A leg either side of Steve’s waist.
Steve’s still in his t shirt and sweatpants and Billy’s- in his briefs. Has been since he got out of the shower.
He’s also hard.
Steve is too.
And, like-
Fuck penance. This is the full on rapture.
Steve stares at Billy’s pendant and Mother Mary stares right back. Accusing. He drags his eyes up. Billy’s pupils are blown and Steve has to fight to see any blue and-
Steve puts a hand on Billy’s thigh. Tucks his index finger just under the hem and waits for Billy to make his move.
The next punch never comes.
Billy ends up under Steve, this time.
He’s making these low, punched out noises as Steve rolls his hips like he’s fucking Billy through three layers of fabric. He shoves a hand beneath Billy’s waistband. Wraps it around him and has to tamp down a noise of his own at the feeling.
Billy’s fingers are digging into his shoulders and Steve thinks they’re gonna leave a mark. Hopes they do, for some reason. He’s got his face buried in Billy’s neck, curls tickling as he mouths at the spot under Billy’s ear, tugs at that stupid fucking earring with his teeth.
Steve hates him.
Sort of doesn’t hate him, either, though.
Wants to see what other noises he can draw out of Billy Hargrove.
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Because I was talking on discord about obsessed x obsessed Harringrove.
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Depending on your point of view, coming across Billie Hargrove’s Instagram account was either the best or the worst thing to ever happen in Stevie’s life.
Stevie didn’t even know that butches could have long hair but this one did. Granted in a douchey eighties mullet type of way. She also had a very pronounced six pack which she was not attempting to hide in any of her photos. Crystal blue eyes. A winning smile. Shit.
Billy, they/she, basketball stan and cringe Judith Butler supporter- 60% girl, 40% something else-meanest lesbian ever
Over the course of about three weeks, Stevie had looked over that profile at least six times a day. They were mesmeric and Stevie found herself wanting to be consumed. She’d never felt this way about a boy before. Not even Tommy Hagan who she’d dated for over a year before they split. And Billy was in fucking L.A. Nothing was ever going to happen between them.
Still, she found herself sliding into their DMs just before going to get her hair done. Nothing too I’ll-stab-you-and-keep-your-body-in-the-basement but like casual. Maybe a little flirty. They didn’t seem like they had a girlfriend.
What she ended up messaging was “hi Billie! You don’t know me but I love your jeans where did you get them from ☺️”
Smooth Stevie. Very smooth.
She couldn’t even talk to her hairdresser during her hair appointment because she was so embarrassed by what she’d done. A small part of her genuinely considered setting her phone on fire until she checked it again after her highlights were in.
Incredibly surprisingly to Stevie, Billie responded and not even that, responded very positively indeed.
It was all Hey pretty girl and smirking emojis and I got my jeans from this underground thrift store or whatever and Stevie didn’t exactly take any of the information in because she was so incredibly flustered.
If she flattered herself, Stevie knew she was pretty. She knew she had big eyes and glossy hair and full lips which usually led to a line of guys queuing up for a shot. Billie wasn’t like any of those frat guys she was used to or the pretentious hipsters she’d dated later on in college. If there was chasing that was going to be done, Stevie was going to have to do it herself.
A gratifying squirm started in her gut the next day, when she realised that Billy had followed her back. Stevie may have been far too chickenshit to actually message her back but still. Progress was progress.
They danced around talking for a bit. Billie always liked her stories but there was never actually any flirting. Just a palpable tension. Something waiting to begin.
Stevie was not a patient woman. So she decided to push it forward a little.
Posting a thirst trap wasn’t something Stevie had done since she was bored during lockdown but how hard could it be? It had to be like riding a bike or some shit. So she just uploaded a couple of pictures, no overthinking it.
After deleting about thirty different messages from guys, all of whom were being creeps in different ways, Stevie finally got to the message she hoped she’d get from Billie. For all the anxiety leading up to it, the actual content was remarkably short.
Cute 💖😙
Robin picked up after the third ring. Judging by the time of her voice, Stevie had definitely woken her up from a nap. Whoops.
“What the fuck is it dingus?” Ouch.
Stevie tried to answer without sounding like an absolute moron.
“Robin how do you know if a lesbian is flirting with you?”
The long silence indicated to Stevie that she’d absolutely sounded like a moron.
“What did she say dingus?”
Stevie told her then she hung up. Which seemed harsh.
Billie messaged again the following day. Again it was brief.
Sorry if I misread. I’ll leave you alone now.
Stevie had never scrambled to reply to a message as fast in her life. Begging Billie not to leave, she wasn’t very good at this type of flirting but she wanted to try.
Billie seemed a lot less bummed after that. And much flirtier. They’d explained about their ocd, the constant fear of being creepy or a bad person stopping her from messaging Stevie more. But now that they were talking they could try. If Stevie wanted.
Stevie did want. She wanted very much.
And when finally visited Billy one person about five months later and they were doing dumb first date stuff, being in love, she thought that was a pretty good story to tell their grandkids about how they’d met.
Embarrassing. But good.
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Steve, after sleeping with Billy: This is also normal right?
Billy: Totally
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Billy didn't mean to say all that.
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AU where Steve is jealous of all the people Billy’s with but he definitely doesn’t wanna be Billy’s “stupid boyfriend”
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