#domestic harringrove

[chrisbitchtree]

Billy crawling into bed late, huffing as he manhandles Steve until he’s got the brunette’s arms wrapped around him just how he likes it, tucking his cold feet between Steve’s legs. Steve, used to it by now, barely wakes up, mumbling out a “Love you,” and pressing a kiss to the back of Billy’s neck before his snoring starts back up.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #domestic harringrove #chrisbitchtree writes

[weird-an]

It's hard. It should be easy, but it's not.

Neil isn't around. The small apartment is all theirs. Steve's and his home.

It's like Neil's haunting him. He lurks in every corner. Whenever Billy wants to take a bath, he yells at him not to waste fucking time and water. If Steve wants him to stay in bed, he shouts at him for slacking off.

It's 6 a.m. on a Saturday. Billy isn't tired anymore. He'd love to stay in bed, to watch Steve drool onto the pillow and listen to his heartbeat, for their warm limbs to stay entangled a little longer.

He can't. Neil's there, in the shadows, in all of his memories. He's tainted, he's useless, he's nothing, he'd better move his lazy ass.

It's 6 a.m. on a Saturday and Billy wants to crawl back under the blankets and cuddle. Instead he's in the kitchen, scrubbing the tiles. They're clean, but he can't stop. Not when Neil's right behind him, pointing at the spot where Max dropped blue paint a few weeks ago when they were painting the cabinets. It won't come off. Billy knows that.

"Billy?" Steve's voice is muffled, like he's still asleep. He stands in the kitchen, hair covering his eyes, barefooted.

Billy's heart twists and turns. Steve looks so vulnerable, so precious. He never thought he'd get to see him like this.

"Just cleanin'," he mumbles. "Go back to sleep, Steve."

"You cleaned yesterday," Steve points out, rubbing his eyes. "Come back to bed, babe."

The pet name feels like an embrace. Billy's skin tingles. Neil's still shouting at him, but it's like someone turned the radio's volume down.

"But-" he tries, because he can still hear him. Or maybe he just remembers him. God, he's fucked up. He chews on his bottom lip.

"We could eat from the floor," Steve says. "You know that."

Billy stares at the shiny kitchen tiles and the stain of paint. Neil starts to get louder again - when Steve crouches down next to him and presses a kiss against his temple.

"I wanna sleep and I'm cold without you," he complains.

Billy's cold without Steve, too.

"Let's warm you up then," Billy says. Loud enough to drown out Neil's screams.

It's 6 a.m. on a Saturday and Billy slips under the blanket. He buries his face in the nape of Steve's neck. His boyfriend is already asleep.

Billy listens to his soft snoring. Besides that, it's silent.

He closes his eyes. It's hard, but maybe it will get easier, one day.

#domestic boys #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy #billy hargrove deserves better

[angryhuangyu]

Day 1 Harringrove week: Song prompt "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston

#Listen. I needed soft domestic golden hour harringrove #AND I DAMN DID IT #damn I want what they have.... #also its already the 24th where Im from so..... #harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #fanart #huangdraws #art #artists on tumblr #soft boys #:''''(

[bigdumbbambieyes]

listen, all i’m asking is that Steve is forced to wake up early while Billy gets to sleep in and he’s all tucked up under their duvet and Steve’s just returned from the bathroom and he’s standing beside the bed, yearning to climb back in because his boyfriend looks so cozy and comfy

and Billy wordlessly opens up the blanket, peeks an eye open before muttering, “C’mon…”

so Steve all but jumps back into bed, feeling Billy’s arm and the duvet consume him in the warmth of the blond’s embrace, Steve feeling just as toasty warm as he’d expected to

and maybe he falls back to sleep and wakes up in a rush an hour later while Billy’s all smug in bed, dozing off once again as Steve presses a kiss to his forehead before rushing out the door jfnfkfn

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #i just need domestic harringrove rn #bambiwrites

[0ceanblue]

Another lil HC of Billy and Steve’s night routine.

They both shower before bed. Billy likes to lounge on the bed half naked after it and Steve likes to get into his cotton plaid pyjamas after it. Or, depending how warm it is, some loose cotton shorts and a random shirt, maybe no shirt at all.

Billy often picks up a book to silently and comfortably read while Steve gets all ready for bed- and once Steve’s ready, he’s straight eyeing Billy up like- You gonna let me cuddle up or what?

Billy knows it without even looking at his boyfriend- can see him out of his peripheral, hovering about at the empty side of the bed, just waiting for Billy to lift an arm for Steve to cuddle up to him.

And of course Billy does. Lifts his arm and Steve’s straight climbing down and shuffling up closer to snuggle into Billy’s side, head lulling on his shoulder as they both settle down.

Steve can easily fall asleep while Billy’s busy reading. It’s the comfortable silence between them that lulls him to sleep. But sometimes he likes to tip his head back in such a way that he’s able to just watch Billy concentrating on that book.

Admiring every little feature of Billy’s. His freckles. His cute nose. Those gorgeous, ocean blue eyes flickering over the words on the pages of his book. That perfect mouth that Steve likes to kiss so much-

“You’re so pretty when you’re concentrating.” Steve says in the softest voice after a long while of just looking. A sleepy, but fond as hell tone.

It makes Billy’s eyebrow perk up slightly, and his gaze shifts to look to Steve. How fucking adorable Steve looks- looking up at Billy like he’s a cute, giant teddy bear or something.

Billy huffs a fond, amused sound- wants to tell Steve to shut up - with love, of course. But he only moves a hand up to cup under Steve’s jaw- tipping the male’s head back some more so he can reach his lips to press some soft kisses to them. His way of thanking him for the compliment.

Keeps his hand under Steve’s jaw, which only makes Steve nestle closer and settle more. And then Steve’s out like a light, while Billy’s still reading for just a little longer.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #god I love domestic harringrove with my whole heart #I love them so MUCH #SCREAMING #these are just random thoughts I have #I need to put them somewhere 😭

[steviespanties]

He can’t sleep. Steve can’t fucking sleep, not because he doesn’t want to or because he isn’t tired, but because it’s 3am and one of his neighbors decided their equally shitty apartment would be the ideal place for what sounds like a rave. At least that’s all he can think as one endless techno track bleeds into another.

He’s kinda losing his mind a little. Too tired to get dressed and ask a bunch of drunk people to turn the music down. Heartbeat too frantic to calm himself enough to sleep through the noise.

Just when he’s started contemplating getting out of bed, the front door opens and he hears Billy step inside, back from a shift at the bar and probably having gotten drinks with his coworkers after.

There’s a couple minutes of the sounds of Billy moving around that provide some much needed distraction from the music still pulsing through the walls: Keys and wallet land on the dresser by the door with a soft jingle. The fridge opens and closes and there’s a moment of silence while Steve imagines Billy stands in the kitchen bathed in fridge light as he gulps down cold water.

Steps sound through the hallway and into the bathroom, followed by the toilet flush and rushing water- just long enough for Billy to have washed his hands and brushed his teeth.

Steve's heartbeat slows down while he listens to the familiar noises of his boyfriend navigating their apartment, careful to be quiet so he doesn’t wake Steve, yet still distinct and there. He buries himself in the blanket until only an eye peeks out, finally overcome with a wave of cozy sleepiness.

They have their laundry hamper in the bathroom, so he’s not much surprised by Billy being half naked when he comes into their bedroom, but by the way he slams into Steve when he falls into bed and half on top of him. The air leaves Steve's lungs in a quiet 'oof' and when he inhales he takes in Billy's smell: booze and cigarettes and hints of cologne buried under sweat. A little gross. A little hot. Steve can’t bring himself to complain.

Especially not when greedy hands dive underneath the covers and roam over his body, paw over his thighs and up towards his hips and belly and chest till he shudders at all the contact. He sighs out a soft moan. Behind him, Billy huffs triumphantly.

“Figured you couldn’t sleep.” He inches closer towards Steve. Presses against his back and then tugs insistently at his underwear.

“Have you heard the neighbors?” he groans into his pillow, still a little stressed while his body starts to react to being pet all over. Fingers slip into his waistband and tug his underwear down just far enough for Steve to hitch up a leg and free himself. The underwear gets stuck somewhere around his ankle, a distant sensation he's soon distracted from by Billy's hard dick nestled between his ass cheeks.

They rut against each other lazily, skin a little too dry to make smooth movement possible. Steve wraps a hand around himself. Muffles a moan into his pillow when Billy tugs at a nipple and sends a small shock of pleasure-pain down his spine.

The techno music registers long enough for something to click in Steve's head, enough to pull him from the pleasant haze he's been sinking into: "Are you trying to fuck me to the rhythm of the neighbor's shitty music?!"

Billy huffs a laugh against the back of his neck. Warm, wet breath that makes Steve shudder. "Don't be mad," he coos into Steve's hair. His hand vanishes long enough towards the headboard to rifle for the condoms and lube.

It's almost embarrassingly easy to prep Steve- a lubed up finger is easily shoved up his hole to slick the way and soon Billy rubs the tip of his cock against his rim. It doesn't take long for Steve's body to get used to the pressure, hole opening as he bears down till it's relaxed enough for Billy's cock to just. pop inside. He's used to the stretch. The light ache as his lubed up hole slowly fills up. Steve spreads his leg wider. Buries his head in the mattress instead of his pillow and groans appreciatively as he bears down again and takes Billy even deeper.

They fall into a long-practiced rhythm. Billy grinds into him, then slowly pulls out till only the tip holds Steve open. Sinks back into him as Steve lifts his hips to meet him, insides feeling so stretched and tight at the same time. Their pace doesn't change, but Billy still groans and curses when Steve tightens up just for a moment.

He manages to match Billy's pace with his hand on his dick and slowly sinks into a haze of sleepy pleasure. He wants to come. He wants to sleep. A kiss lands at the back of his neck, short and sweet and he's overcome with fondness for Billy.

The heat between their bodies sinks through his back into his heart and lungs and stomach. Makes him moan and tug at his dick harder, mouth open just so he can suck in enough air. A shudder goes through his body, shocking him with the first wave of a long, drawn out orgasm that makes his dick pulse hot come into his palm. He silently rides through it, Billy's hands holding him together as he fucks him through it.

Distantly, Steve notes as Billy comes to a slow grind and sighs his name. Feels the reassuring weight of him blanket his back. And while their stupid neighbors still blast their stupid music and there are tissues and towels in their near future, he basks in this moment of quiet. All he thinks and hears, all he feels is Billy Billy Billy.

#harringrove #bottom Steve #top Billy #just some domestic slow sex💕💕 #this sat in my drafts for SO LONG!!!!

[biillyhargroves]

you can try to tell me that this isn’t steve & billy but i would simply not believe you.

#full house is just domestic harringroveson #steve is danny; billy is jesse; eddie is joey #i will not be taking criticism at this time #harringrove #harringroveson

[cavinginhisfvce]

'I'll be good, Stevie..."

Paring: Harringrove.

TW: Implied/referenced child abuse and domestic violence.

(DON'T KILL ME, THINGS GET BETTER, they're not what they seem. Kinda.)

This thing between Billy and Steve was fragile.

When it first started, they stepped on each other's toes more often than not. 

Steve was always waiting for the day Billy would lash out, shove him or hit him.

No such day came, even in the most heated of arguments, Billy never so much as raised a finger in his face. He'd yell, they both did, but it never went further than that.

Steve never expected he would be the one to back the younger boy into a corner, never considered he would be the one to snap. 

It all still feels like a bad dream. Steve's hand shoving Billy when he'd gotten close enough to the younger.

The way Billy stumbled into the wall, a startled gasp leaving his lips, is forever imprinted in his brain. The look of utter betrayal and hurt his boyfriend shot in his direction was heartbreaking. The look soon morphed into one of barely concealed anxiety, and fear.

Steve still doesn't know what evoked this response out of him. He doesn't know what came over him, he truly doesn't. 

One minute they were shouting, and the next...

Billy had almost immediately began apologizing, his hands shaking as he stepped forward to grasp at Steve before letting his movements stop short, "I-I'll be good, Stevie. I'll be good, 'm sorry…"

He hadn't meant to upset Steve, hadn't meant to make the older of the two so angry he only saw violence as a means of putting Billy in his place. 

And Steve's heart just shattered. His boyfriend was begging for his forgiveness after Steve hurt him. After he hurt him in a way he swore he never would. 

But he had.

Steve's silence seemed to do nothing but send the boy spiraling further, his bottom lip wobbling as he sniffs, hands once again reaching out for Steve.

This time Steve hesitantly gathers Billy in his arms, noting how the boy almost immediately relaxed into his hold.

"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry. I should never put my hands on you...I know better than that. That's not the kind of man I am…" Billy, for his part tenses up briefly before shaking his head, "it's okay. I've had worse…" he pauses, seeming to ignore Steve's immediate interjection, "was my fault anyway. Shouldn't have started yellin'..."

The blond doesn't meet Steve's eye despite the elder's attempts, but Steve presses on.

"No! Fuck, Billy. No. It isn't your fault, it's mine. We yell at each other all the time, but what I did...I crossed a major fucking line."

Billy just shook his head, his face pressing further into Steve's neck as he let out shaky breaths. "Stevie, s'okay...I know you'd never...I know you didn't mean it. I shouldn't have gotten loud. Shouldn't have kept pressing when I knew you weren't havin' a good day.."

The elder tightens his arms around Billy's frame, only gently leaning back to make their eyes meet, "Baby, it's not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for, please listen to me…"

He pauses briefly, knows Billy is listening from the way he's tensed up in Steve's hold, "you have no idea how sorry I am, bug. I'll forever be sorry."

For a moment, the room is filled with deafening silence before Billy is peering up at the latter, his blues swarming with confusion and doubt, "what makes this any different from when we almost fought last year?" His brows were furrowed, a sign that he was well and truly at a loss and not attempting to rile Steve up. 

Steve takes a breath, lips pursed as he mulls the question over. "We weren't dating then, Billy. Back then, we were just two dumbasses about to fight. But, this…" he cups the boy's cheek, relief flooding his system when Billy shows no signs of discomfort, and instead leans into the touch, "Us...it's not acceptable. You're supposed to be safe with me, you should never be afraid I'll hurt you, like he does…"

The 'He' in question being the blond's shitty father. The sole reason Billy is so willing to forgive Steve for this slip up. Neil Hargrove is the reason for most of Billy's tears, self doubt and general pain in life. 

Steve always vowed to be the opposite of him. He was soft where Neil was harsh and unrelenting. He was warm whereas Neil closely resembles a frozen tundra. 

But, somehow, Steve lost that about himself, no matter how brief, he'd been all too close to being the man Billy feared most in the world.

"Gods, Blue Bird, I will never stop making up for this. I'll never give you another reason to feel unsafe with me. I swear.."

The shorter leans up, quickly pressing a kiss to Steve's lips, the action so feather-like Steve could've imagined it, before he's nodding once. "I know...I trust you, Stevie. M'not afraid of you. Could never be." If not for the fact Billy never broke eye contact, Steve could've easily written it off as him trying to placate his nerves, or sweep an uncomfortable situation under the rug. 

But, as blues held browns, the only thing that was brighter than the love in Billy's eyes, was the truth. 

He wasn't afraid of Steve. 

That felt like enough to have Steve relaxing into their embrace, another apology spilling from his lips as Billy molded their bodies together.

They had shit to work on, that's for sure. But he knew he was safe. He knew that should he decide this relationship was going down, Billy would jump ship with little thought. He'd keep himself safe even if it meant losing Steve. 

#billy antis dni #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove angst #harringrove fic #harringrove #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #steve made a big no no #they work it out #theyll keep working it out #billy wants to sweep it under the rug and steve will have none of that #theyre gonna get couples counseling ive decided #tw: violence #tw: child abuse #tw: domestic disputes #steve is not a bad guy he just made a mistake #hurt/comfort #angst fic #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfiction #steve harrington fic #harringrove drabble

[steveharringtonisabisexualmess]

Sweet enough to eat - Harringrove

******

“Oh.” Billy voices as soon as the door is pushed open. It’s endearing just how quiet he sounds.

It’s definitely a sight Billy has seen before, but not as sweet and as cuddly as this. His boyfriends hair is an absolute mess, all soft and fluffy and covering his pale skin, fresh foiled highlights lightening further under the warmth of the sun. It seems like the knocking Billy had created had only just now awoken him, the sleepy flutter of his eyes a small giveaway.

Steve’s cropped pyjama shirt hangs loosely around his limbs, covering over his small hands and holding by his thumbs as he stretches an arm up, using the other to wipe the sleep from his eyes. “Hi Bills.” He yawns, a small squeak following, but Billy is far too focused on the other males attire to hear Steve speak, his eyes doe wide and mouth agape just the slightest.

Matching shorts hug Steve’s waist, heightening against his thighs in an upward motion to show off the smallest amount of the warm skin of his butt, curved and fucking adorable. Billy can’t help but gawk at the sight, every ounce of confidence washing clean from his body, unable to mutter a single word.

“Billy..” the softness, the shyness, of Steve’s voice snaps Billy back to reality and he catches his boyfriends gaze, frowning. Steve’s head turns downward in an instant, kicking his foot and rubbing his arm. “Why.. why are you looking at me like that?”

Billy can’t seem to speak. Just continues watching the sight in front of him, his heart racing and chest fluttering with butterflies. Because Steve, beautiful, sweet, caring Steve was his. Was Billy’s. His and only his. And fuck, was he lucky.

“Fuck..” whispers Billy, blinking and licking his lips. Steve lifts his head. “You’re so beautiful.”

Chocolate button eyes widen, and Steve makes a soft whine like sound as a blush paints his cheeks a dark red, the tips of his ears colouring. “Billy, don’t say stuff like that.” Steve mumbles, ducking his head down.

“Don’t hide that face from me, pretty boy.” Billy presses a finger underneath Steve’s chin and lifts ever so slightly, smiling as his boy looks back up at him with bright eyes and even brighter cheeks. “God, you look sweet enough to eat.”

That same whine escapes from Steve’s throat and he hides his face in Billy’s chest, forcing a sound of shock from Billy’s lips. Even after all of this time, Steve was still that same, shy person who melted at Billy’s every word. Fuck. Billy thinks to himself, pressing a kiss to Steve’s head of hair. I love him so much.

“Did you just wake up?” Billy asks, reaching a hand down and pinching the bare skin of Steve’s butt just to make him squirm. “These shorts are cute.”

Steve squeaks, and pulls away, hitting Billy’s chest lightly as he laughs. “Yes.” Blushes Steve. “Robin helped me pick them out..”

Billy grins, he can’t help it. He wasn’t usually one to so easily, but since Steve, since Steve showed him what love was supposed to feel like, Billy found himself smiling and grinning any second of the day just at the sound of his boyfriends voice.

He can feel Steves wide eyes on him, then, just watching him as he laughs and grins, so fucking happy, so easily, his mouth falling open with a soft gasp as it did every time. “You’re so pretty.” Steve says, before he is blushing and hiding his face back in Billy’s chest. “Fuck- sorry- shit-“

“God, you’re adorable.” Billy chuckles, rocking them side to side. “Who knew Steve Harrington would be this much of a blushing mess?”

“Shut up.”

Billy only laughs harder.

“Are you going to come inside, or are you just gonna keep making fun of me?” Steve mumbles as he pulls away from the warm embrace, pouting as Billy ruffles his already messy hair. “Oi!”

Billy walks inside of the house without a word, snickering as Steve chases after him with soft mutters, throwing his arms around the taller males waist. “You’re a bully, Billy Hargrove.”

“And you’re still dating me, Steve Harrington.” Billy chirps back, slipping around and cupping Steve’s cheeks, placing the softest of kisses against his lips. He feels Steve melt into the kiss, his arms dropping from around Billy’s waist and coming up to hold his wrists, sighing happily.

Steve pulls away, and Billy surges for more, but the other male holds up his finger. “Kisses after coffee.”

Billy groans.

Smiling, Steve makes his way into the kitchen, flicking on the jug and getting out two cups. Billy follows after him like a lost puppy, taking a seat at the counter and watching as Steve makes them a coffee and some food, swaying his hips as he does so.

“You know,” Says Billy, catching Steve’s attention. “You should wear that more often.”

“Shut up.” Steve fires back, pouting and throwing a piece of bread at Billy’s face, but can’t seem to hide the smile the words tug at the corners of his lips.

Billy holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, I’d happily watch you do quite literally anything if you wore that. You look.. too good to be true.”

Steve doesn’t say a word, but Billy knows what he was thinking. He doesn’t even have to look at Steve’s face to know. He just did.

“You’re beautiful, Harrington.” He breathes, sliding off of his seat and placing his hands on Steve’s hips, pressing his chest against his back and holding him close. Steve shivers. “Sweet as sugar.”

“Billy..” Steve warns, but his voice cracks with soft desire.

Billy smiles against his neck. “I want to kiss every part of you, show you just how beautiful you are.”

Dropping the spoon into the sink, Steve discards the cups of coffees and surges into Billys space, kissing his lips with a new sense of desperation. Billy falls into it with ease, holding Steve closer and closer until no space could be found between their bodies, his hands roaming underneath the striped shirt hanging from Steve’s shoulders. “Please.” Steve breathes between their lips, before closing the space once more, whining into Billy’s mouth. “Please do.”

And Billy does. Carries Steve all the way to his bedroom, lays him down on his bed and kisses every single inch of skin that he could. It wasn’t sexual, it wasn’t heavy breaths and moans for more. It was soft. Sensual. Full of love and stuttering words, Steve’s chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes fluttered closed as he takes in every kiss, every soft mumble of “beautiful. So fucking beautiful, my love.”

I love you

#harringrove #soft harringrove #soft Billy #steve harrington #steve x billy #billy hargrove #bottom steve harrington #top billy hargrove #fluff #domestic life #domestic cuteness

[fizzigigsimmer]

For the WIPs game… can I ask you both To B with love (because I love it!!!) and the Dragon Shifter or it’s too much? 🥺

Of course! ❤️

So the quick summary of To B, With Love is: an A/B/O period romance. Steve a society omega, wants more than a loveless union and being a pretty trinket on an alpha's arm. He puts out an advertisement for a husband in the hopes of finding real companionship. Billy Hargrove, a cowboy from California answers his add. He seems perfect - but there's one big problem. Billy isn't the one who Steve has been writing to. It's Max, Billy's ten year old ward who believes firmly that a miserable alpha must be in want of a mate. 😉

And Because I know most of y'all know all that already, here's a sneak peek at an upcoming chapter:

“It all has to go back!”  “Billy!” Steve grabbed at Billy’s arm, attempting to stop him as he lunged for the table. Steve had no idea what the alpha intended to do, just that whatever it was it would be bad. The alpha’s scent was roiling and dark, so brittle and bitter that it stung at Steve’s nose. Billy was dangerously close to rut. It made his skin cold, fear twisting his stomach. But it wasn’t fear for himself, odd as that was. In that split moment between observation and action, Steve’s only thought was to prevent Billy from hurting himself.  Steve would think any omega very foolish indeed not considering their own welfare in the face of an incensed alpha sliding into rut – if it were anyone but Billy. Because he'd seen for himself how hard Billy tried not to hurt him, even when all the world said he had a right to.   Despite Steve, the alpha grabbed ahold of the lace table covering – possessed of a strength Steve would have admired if it wasn’t currently being used to drag their supper along with the table settings across the wood.   “Stop! Billy stop!” Alarmed as the candles toppled from their candle holders, Steve yanked at Billy with renewed urgency, finally succeeding in pulling the alpha back slightly and beginning to wedge himself between Billy and the table. Billy’s scent flared sharp and hot with fury but the alpha shoved himself back with a snarl rather than risk injuring Steve in his attempt to rip everything off the table.  “Move Omega!” he growled, the order slamming into Steve so hard it made his teeth ache.  He might have buckled to such a strong command if not for the fact that he’d held a crying child all night whose only crime was loving this bullish arrogant knothead, and if he himself weren’t dangerously close to doing the same. And that – well that made Steve rather furious actually.  “I will not!” Steve hissed through clenched teeth. And he did not budge an inch.  

For those who might want to read the fic.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #to be with love #mail order bide au #historical romance #Steve & Billy are having a domestic #Don't worry for Steve though he's got this #alpha beta omega #omega verse

[cherrydreamer]

Out of the many things that Steve Harrington has learned while living with Billy-possibly the most surprising, other than Billy's no-longer-so-secret love of ABBA- is the fact that he is a dozer. A napper. He has the sleep habits of a middle aged dad. He'll curl up in a sun-drenched armchair to read and, when Steve walks by not ten minutes later, the book is splayed open on his chest and Billy's letting out cute little mi-mi-mi snores, or Billy'll head outside to catch some rays on their porch, and Steve knows it won't be long before the glass of lemonade is gonna slip from his hand as he snoozes on the swing. He even manages to fall asleep in the bath, his head resting on a floaty neck pillow, his dick peeping out from a mound of vanilla scented bubbles.

And if Steve has the audacity to put on a movie for the two of them any time past the oh-so-late hour of 9pm? Well, he knows that he's gonna end up being used as a pillow before the movie's even halfway done. It's a whole dance that Steve quickly learns the steps to. It starts with Billy wrapping himself up in one of the throws slung over the back of the couch, mumbling something about being cold, and then, a few moments later, Billy's head will fall against Steve's shoulder and Billy will 'rest his eyes' like that for a while before he sits up and grumbles and shuffles around until he stretches himself out and says he's 'just getting comfy' as he rest his head in Steve's lap. And, five minutes later, like clockwork, Steve's gonna be hearing snores.

And Steve doesn't mind at all. He'll happily play with Billy's hair, combing his fingers through the curls and braiding little bits of it, and he'll stroke his fingers along Billy's arm and back and draw pictures and write messages, and he'll tug that throw blanket right back up over Billy's shoulders when it starts to slip.

(And, of course, every time, Billy has an uncanny ability to wake himself up right before the credits are starting to roll and he'll grumble again and say "Ugh, well that was a dumb one. Didn't even make any sense. Told ya we shoulda just watched Top Gun again.")

#harringrove #cherrywrites #domestic fluff as per usual #sleepy‚ cosy boys being so soft #and yes ok there's the whole 'billy finally feeling safe enough to let his guard down and nap' thing #we all like that‚ right?

[chrisbitchtree]

Billy’s standing at the counter, two mugs at the ready in front of the coffee maker. When it’s finally ready, he pours two steaming mugfuls and hands one to Steve as he walks up behind Billy and wraps his arms around him, kissing the hair at his temples where it’s finally greying, catching up with Steve ten years later. “Good morning, baby,” he mumbles, still half asleep, as Billy checks his watch. It’s almost time for him to head to the garage. After seeing him out the door with another kiss and a pat of his ass, Steve heads to the lazy boy by the living room window to watch the rain and sip his coffee. He’ll be heading into the garage later, but first, he’s got some errands to run, then he has an optometrist appointment, because after years of denying it, he’s finally admitted that he thinks he needs glasses. He thinks of the note he slipped in Billy’s lunch, and how it’ll make him blush, even after all these years together and countless filthy sticky note come ons, they’ll still never get enough of each other.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #domestic harringrove #chrisbitchtree writes

[rascheln]

Steve is a late-night yogurt eater.

Billy has no idea why that throws him off so much. Hell, he watches Steve put way too expensive cups of unsweetened yogurt into their shopping basket and snarks about it “Are you on a health kick?” 

Which earns him a half-hearted glare and a slightly defensive “I just like it, okay?”

Steve Harrington, yogurt eater. Well, there’s weirder things about a guy, Billy figures at that point. Files it away in the same drawer as the broad range of muppet impressions he’s become privy to. the spontaneous dancing, when Steve is in a good mood. The heavy, tired dog sighs when he’s moping.

They make a mess in the kitchen cooking dinner and then clean it up afterwards while they listen to the radio. They brush their teeth drowsily next to each other in the mornings, their morning routines starting to clumsily fit together more easily each day. They fall asleep watching Magnum and wake up long enough to find their way to bed and lazily make out till they fall asleep again.

It’s after one of those lazy evenings, a weeknight that is becoming their new normal, that Billy wakes up to an empty bed. A kitchen drawer opening and closing registers to his senses, which means that he likely got woken by their noisy fridge door.

Despite Steve clearly being the next room over, Billy misses him. So he gets up. Heads to the kitchen.

And sees Steve, hair flat on one side of his head and sticking up on the other. Eyes half lidded. Feet swinging where he sits on the counter. He holds one of his fancy yogurt cups and is absolutely devouring its contents.

It shouldn’t be endearing. Billy tries to tell himself that: Steve looks like a dork. A little unhinged, honestly, with the speed at which he’s inhaling his yogurt. But then he sucks on his spoon, lips clinging to it. Sticks his tongue out for the next serving of yogurt, just a hint of pink before he closes his mouth and a deeply content expression on his face.

Bare feet swing back and forth. Billy knows they’ll be cold once they’re back in bed, seeking warmth between his calves.

Maybe it’s not the goddamn late night yogurt that throws him so much, he realizes. It’s just- there’s this boy who used to exist in his head. A cut-out of Steve Harrington, who seemed cool and a little cold. Alluring and unattainable.  And yet. there’s Steve: Right in front of him, a lot more uncool. A lot more softer and warmer and looking a little guilty with his mouth full when he notices Billy. No questions asked when he’s drawn into a hug. Really, the shock quickly fades and all that remains is the knowledge that what he got is lot more precious than he ever expected to get.

#harringrove #harringrove txt #idk i suddenly needed to write domestic hg and billy being Absolutely Gone for his boyfriend

[neonponders]

Alpha (or omega) Billy’s favorite time and place is the bathroom after Steve finishes a shower. The way the room is a steamy jungle of Steve’s scent, his glands clean and open while he does his skincare and rakes a comb through that dark hair.

Some might think it’s gross that “their spot” is the bathroom, but Billy plops himself down on the toilet lid to crack jokes and watch his mate laugh while he shamelessly eats Steve’s steam into his lungs.

#just domestic things #harringrove #omegaverse #ficlet #neonponders

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Steve comes home tired from work, barely able to muster up even a smile for Billy as he shuts the front door behind him, leaning against it with all his weight as he toes off his shoes and Billy smirks at him from where he’s standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

“Long day, peanut?” He asks as he sets down his knife, leaving the chopped carrot where it lays on the cutting board in favour of wiping his hands and going over to Steve.

Who, as he sets down his tote bag and backpack, pulls a little pout and whines as he stumbles over to Billy, reaching his arms out for a much-needed hug.

Billy meets him there, in front of the fridge with their grocery list and vacation pictures stuck to it with magnets, and wraps his arms around his boyfriend with a soft smile, feeling Steve bury his face into his neck, hiding away.

He thumbs over the fabric of Steve’s shirt as he rests one hand on his pretty boy’s upper back and the other down at his lower back, feeling the weight of Steve’s arms around his shoulders and the rest of him as the brunet leans against him.

“‘m tired,” Steve mumbles, his breath warm on Billy’s skin.

“You should lay down on the couch for a bit,” he mumbles in return, sliding his hand down a little lower so he can squeeze Steve’s ass, unable to help himself.

And Steve really must be tired because he doesn’t tell Billy to stop, doesn’t push his hand away with a playful look, he just lets him do whatever he wants as he begins to complain and vent about his day.

“I hate this company,” Billy lowers his other hand, gives him another squeeze with both, “Wanna quit so bad but the job market is fucking stupid,” Billy gives his ass a couple little pats back to back, “HR is so fucking clueless and toxic, I don’t know how the manager’s still here,” Billy squeezes again, a little longer, “Maybe I should just work in food service again, for a bit…”

Billy frowns, “You hated that, too.”

“Yeah, but at least I got to leave work at work and come home to you without anything nagging in the back of my mind.”

“Aww,” Billy grins, pulling Steve’s shirt from where it’s tucked into his pants, just so he can slide his hands up the back of it and touch, “You just wanna come home and think about me and nothing else?

Steve kisses his neck and nods, “Even though you’re a pain in my ass — which you’ve been playing with this entire time.”

“You didn’t tell me to stop, so,” Billy hums, turning his head to kiss Steve’s cheekbone and whispering into his ear playfully, “Sorry your life sucks and you hate your job.”

Steve snorts a soft laugh at that and pulls away just enough to look into Billy’s eyes, his expression already softened and warm just from a few minutes of cuddling in their kitchen, his shoulders relaxed from where they’d been up by his ears, “How was class?” He asks softly, gently bumping their noses together.

Billy returns the gentle nuzzle, staring into those chocolate buttons Steve calls his eyes as he recalls his day on campus, “S’fine,” he mutters, “Classes are just starting so it was mostly syllabus stuff, easy shit.”

“Mm, lucky you,” Steve smirks, eyeing Billy’s lips, his want obvious.

“Yeah, lucky me,” Billy returns the smirk, watching Steve because he loves to and can.

A long beat of silence passes, the two of them wrapped up in one another, until Steve mutters, “Fucking kiss me already…”

“So demanding,” Billy chastises playfully as he closes the distance between them, pressing his mouth to Steve’s for a long kiss, giving him a few more in quick succession before pulling away and pulling his hands from Steve’s shirt and patting his ass again, “Go lay down, I’ll join you once the soup’s going.”

“Okay,” Steve murmurs happily, giving Billy another kiss before untangling himself from his boyfriend and going to do as he says.

When Billy follows him not five minutes later, he finds Steve sleeping.

He lets his pretty boy rest.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #hope y’all want domestic bliss bc that’s what y’all are getting #i really said ‘their love language is physical touch’ #also the way the nicknames gone from PB -> peanut butter -> peanut #soon it’s just gonna be ‘nut’ #KFBFKFB #bambiwrites

[bowiebond]

Billy who got into swing dancing young because it’s what Neil grew up learning from his own old man. Billy’s got the stamina for it, his gym lifting habit helps with picking up girls and spinning them, flips and tricks. It’s fun when he’s young but he gets burnt out between swing and baseball and school, so he quits giving energy to all of it until Neil finally lets him quit. But when he hears jazz music he can’t help but want to grab the nearest person to take them for a swing.

Steve grew up on classical from his parents, but his nanny loved jazz and love songs so he would dance with her sometimes, would attempt to ballroom dance with Tommy who would step on his toes and just end up shaking his limbs all about with little to no rhythm.

So when he puts on some of his old tapes with his favourite jazz numbers one morning, a few months into them living together in college, he ends up in his boyfriends arms. He knew Billy was strong buts it’s a whole other feeling being spun and lifted like he’s in dirty dancing by him. Billy’s rusty and they end up crashing into the couch, but they’re laughing so it’s fine, and maybe Steve’s swooning just a bit.

Billy’s not gonna go into any comps with any girls, but he’s happy to take his boyfriend for a twirl just so he can dip him low and watch him laugh, red in face and legs firm around his waist as he’s drawn back up and smiling so wide with his glasses almost slipping down his nose.

#billy hargrove #domestic bliss sigh #harringrove #steve harrington