Harringrove’s Baby

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[harringroveheaven]

sorry I have been gone for like 6,000 years but I just wanted to say that back in October I met Dacre. it truly felt like a full circle moment for me. Shockingly I didn’t cry but I know 2019 me was sobbing. Yes…he smelled amazing and hugging him felt like a teddy bear 🧸 🫶🏽 it’s late and I’m kinda out of it but I just opened tumblr out of the blue, so thought I should share. hope your doing amazing 💖💖

[harringroveheaven]

didn’t even realize but my teddy bear bio aged perfectly lol. okay goodnight.

[harringroveheaven]

sorry I have been gone for like 6,000 years but I just wanted to say that back in October I met Dacre. it truly felt like a full circle moment for me. Shockingly I didn’t cry but I know 2019 me was sobbing. Yes…he smelled amazing and hugging him felt like a teddy bear 🧸 🫶🏽 it’s late and I’m kinda out of it but I just opened tumblr out of the blue, so thought I should share. hope your doing amazing 💖💖

[knightchanges]

🌈 🍉

[dahliasbroken]

cutie

[dahliasbroken]

𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔

[curlysboy]

Harry + blue beret

[kingsandsaints]

“Are you taking pictures again?”

[kingsandsaints]

“Let me have this, okay? She’s only gonna be this little for so long.”

[metalheadcowboy]

“Are you taking pictures again?”

Billy didn’t have to open his eyes to know that Steve was above him, snapping pictures of him with their daughter. It was like a seventh sense that he had now, a sense for Steve and his camera. The sixth was dad sense, obviously. Those just came with the title, right?

“Let me have this, okay? She’s only gonna be this little for so long.” Steve insisted, taking another picture of Billy and their little baby girl, the click of the camera causing her to stir under his hoodie. Billy was quick to put a hand on her back, softly rubbing until she settled back into his chest.

“Stevie,” he grit out as a warning, but there was no bite behind his bark. Maybe there would have been before, but becoming a dad had really made him soft. Not that he would ever admit it.

“Bill,” Steve answered in the same tone, snapping another picture for good measure before finally setting his camera down on the coffee table. He took a seat on the floor right in front of where the baby was lying on Billy’s chest.

Billy finally opened his eyes when Steve sat down on the floor beside him.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to ruin our nap,” he commented, soft smile tugging at his lips, breaking through his annoyed facade.

“Well, you didn’t have to stay up with Rosie all night,” Steve tested, reaching forward to slide a hand under Billy’s hoodie, resting half on top of Rosie’s hand and half on top of Billy’s chest.

“Someone had to,” Billy shot back.

“I could have done it, I tried,” Steve pointed out, trying to win the not-really argument. He wasn’t lying he had offered, every single time Rosie cried or made an odd noise he offered to get up and get her but he was always denied, told to go back to sleep.

“Cause you deserve the sleep, baby.”

Steve swore he could feel his heart melting at the comment Billy made. And he did have a point he had been feeling a lot more tired these days. With Billy working his normal shift at the auto repair shop plus over time, and having to watch Rosie full time it was pretty tiring. But he was sure that Billy was tired too and he deserved some sleep.

“Well, thanks,” Steve said simply, resting his chin on Billy’s shoulder, now admiring Rosie again. She truly was the most beautiful baby he had every seen. Okay, maybe he was a little biased because it was his daughter after all. And maybe he hadn’t seen that many babies in his life time. But Rosie was still the cutest nonetheless.

He loved every part of her, from her dirty blonde hair and rich brown eyes that lit up when she gurgled out a laugh. The soft wrinkle of her nose when when she smiled her smile that was all gums. Everything from her head down to her little toes were just amazing to Steve, perfect.

“She has your nose,” Steve commented, trying to move his finger to lightly touch the tip of her nose only to be stopped by her small fingers wrapping around his index finger. He let out an audible soft gasp before practically melting into a puddle. He had always been a bit of a softie, but now it was on a totally different level.

“Yeah, well, I sure as hell didn’t pay all that money and jizz into a cup for her not to have my nose,” Billy said with a grin, trying his best to look down at Rosie as he pet her head, brushing over her marvelous head of hair. Honestly it was no surprise where she got that gene from.

“All that jizz and money paid off though, huh?” Steve asked like he didn’t already know the answer. After so long, after years of saving up money, after years of living off practically nothing. After months of picking out the right surrogate, after months of trying to get pregnant, it was all worth it to have their baby girl in the world, in their arms.

“Sure did.” And Steve swore it was the fondest he had ever heard Billy speak, speak of their child. It still didn’t feel real to say, but here she was, the tiniest, most gorgeous baby on the face of the planet.

Steve was about to speak again before Rosie stirred again, round after round of soft hums and cries spilling out of her mouth as she woke up. Her short limbs stretched out as her honey brown eyes fluttered open.

“Looks like nap times over,” Steve announced, regular voice switching into his signature ‘baby voice’ as the sentence went on.

“Mhm, hiya pumpkin,” Billy whispered, unzipping his hoodie the rest of the way to set her free. He slid his hands under her armpits and shifted her to sit up on his stomach. He kept his hands in place to make sure that she didn’t fall over.

“How’d ya sleep Rosie-Posy?” Steve asked, going in to tickle her stomach, wanting to see her signature toothy smile.

As soon as Steve’s fingertips made contact with her clothed stomach and wiggled in a tickling movement she started giggling. A string of loud gurgles and throat noises that both boys loved so much.  

“God, you’re precious,” Billy mumbled to himself, watching Rosie giggle as Steve worked at tickling her stomach.

Suddenly her smile quickly faded into a small frown, lips pouted out with big sad eyes.

“Oh no, what’s wrong, honey?” Steve asked, frowning himself now, hand pulled back towards himself.

Her lough gurgly laugh turned into soft whimpers as she slowly began to cry. Then it hit him.

“When’s the last time she ate?” Steve questioned, now looking over towards Billy. He could remember making her a bottle earlier in the morning, but surly she had been fed since then, right? Today was Saturday, Billy’s day off so he had been home all day. Surely he fed Rosie.

“Uh, maybe five hours ago,” Billy said, looking back at Steve, Rosie still in his hands.

“Five hours ago?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows and quickly moved to get up, “No wonder she must be starving.” He quickly got up and made his way to the kitchen.

“We really need to keep track of that. Jesus, being a parent is so hard,” Billy groaned, not sounding annoyed just tired. He sat up and brought Rosie to sit on his knee, bouncing her up and down in an attempt to calm her down at least a little bit.

“Just think of when we have two,” Steve replied before walking into the kitchen.

Two? Oh brother, was he in for it.

-o-

@kingsandsaints so…. I did it….

[lavenderfluorite]

I have nothing to say for what I’ve done

[yikesharringrove]

Just some billy also being a babysitter, max has a sleepover at her house with el and billy watches them make waffles at night, grabbing whipped cream and spraying it in el and Max’s mouth then his own. Billy likes el because el despises Neil and wants to kill him

He likes El cause she’s no nonsense. She speaks her mind and Billy respects that. Plus he thinks Max needs more cool chick friends. Nothing against the nerds but uh, yeah he’s gonna leave it at that.

El LOVES waffles he finds out, and they break out Susan’s old Better Homes and Gardens cook book and make some fluffy ass waffles, and Billy puts cinnamon in the batter like his mom used to and they sit on the floor and eat them with whipped cream straight from the can and he gives them terrible boy advice and they tease him about Steve bc it’s funny to watch him go all red and mumble at them to shut up

[deletedinked-deactivated2021021]

Hey I’m currently non-stop thinking about Billy’s thighs. Steve WORSHIPING Billy’s thighs??? Please? 🥺👉👈 Unless you ain’t with it then it’s cool...

BILLYS THIGHS ARE MY ACHILLES’ HEEL I WILL DIE. 

“Are you seriously complaining right now?” Steve sits back, brow hiked high. “God, you can be such a dick sometimes.” “First, I don’t appreciate the language,” Billy lifts himself on his elbows. “Second. Your dick’s great. Best dick I’ve ever had but do you have to be so—” he throws his head back with a groan. “So what?” Steve huffs. “Vanilla,” Billy replies. “I am not vanilla!” Steve gasps, genuinely offended by the accusation. “I’m so far from vanilla, dude. Just yesterday I fucked you on the kitchen table.” “Missionary!” “What?” Steve breathes. “Oh.” “Look. I appreciate. You wantin’ to look into my baby blues while you’re balls deep inside me but—” Billy sits up and reaches for Steve’s hands, pulling him in. “It gets boring layin’ back while you pound me.” “Shut up,” Steve mumbles. “I’m not. I don’t. Your eyes aren’t that special.” Billy chuckles, pressing a kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “How about I ride you, hm?” Steve curses under his breath. Lets Billy push him back. Lets him mount him and sink down, and. Steve grips his thighs, tight and bruising, moans as his fingers sink into hard muscle. “Fuck. Fuck, Billy.” “Yeah?” Billy asks breathlessly, bracing his hands on Steve’s chest as he starts moving. Steve’s fixated on his thighs, running his nails up to his hips and down to the sides of his knees rhythmically. His eyes are shut. Billy frowns. “Don’t wanna look at my ocean blues, Steve?” he asks, breathless and playful as he undulates his hips just right. He arches and reaches for Steve’s hand to place it on his cock. After, Steve rests his head on Billy’s chest as he comes down. “You mad?” “About what?” “Me callin’ you vanilla,” Billy responds. “It ain’t a bad thing. Love it in any position but sometimes—” “It’s not your eyes,” Steve interrupts. “I just. When you’re on your back you. You wrap. You sorta wrap your legs around me, or you,” he pulls back to look up at Billy. “You get your ankle on my shoulder and your, thighs. Billy. Your stupid thighs..” Billy’s frown eases into something knowing. Then he laughs. “Christ, H. You got a thigh kink?” Steve huffs. “I was surprised too,” he mutters. “But have you seen your thighs? Man, they’re the best thighs I’ve ever seen.” “Oh?” Billy’s still laughing, hand tangling in Steve’s hair to pull him back down to his chest. “You wanna fuck my thighs, Steve?” Steve groans, tilting his head to hide his face in Billy’s chest. “Shut up.” “No. Fuckin’ god, are you only with me for my thighs?” “And your ocean blues,” Steve answers smugly.

…

Billy makes a habit of teasing Steve every time he gets the chance. He wears the skimpiest shorts and peacocks around in front of him. He slings his leg over Steve’s in bed all, ‘you can hold them, cuddle ‘em like a stuffed toy or somethin’.’ Making Steve huff and elbow him. Steve also wakes up every morning with Billy’s thigh shoved high between his.

Billy doesn’t complain about vanilla sex. He revels in it. Pulls his knees up to his chest and tells Steve to grab ‘em just to feel him lose his rhythm. Steve doesn’t take any of it to heart, just pulls at Billy’s legs to settle them on his shoulders, tilts his head and smears kisses against the insides of his knees. Has Billy laughing between moans, wrapping his legs around Steve’s head to pull him closer. Right now, though. Right now, Steve’s working his lips down Billy’s torso, to his abdomen, open-mouthed and wet and he takes his time tracing every faded scar on Billy’s chest with a skilful tongue, eyes screwed shut as he hums against his skin like he’s the one in pleasure. Billy’s up on shaky elbows, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes and a gaping mouth. “Tease,” he whispers breathlessly, reaching down to tangle thick fingers in Steve’s hair. Steve grins against his stomach and ducks his head to kiss his pelvic bone, tugs at the small hairs there with his teeth. Billy hisses, bucking his hips up. “Come on. God.” Steve huffs. “Be patient,” he makes to take Billy into his mouth but Billy’s hold on his hair stops him. “What is it? Too vanilla? Wanna sixty nine or something?” “No, just…” Billy bites on his lip. “Want you to. Kiss my thighs.” Steve purses his lips. “Now isn’t the time for—” “No, I’m serious. I’ma sagittarius. Erogenous zone an’ all. C’mon.” Steve regards him for a second, pensive, trying to figure out if he’s just tryna mess with him. Seeing no sign of a joke, he presses his hands to the insides of Billy’s thighs and spreads them. Billy plants his feet on the bed, sucking his lip into his mouth. Steve dips his head, reluctant and slow. Presses his lips to his inner thigh, eyes zeroed on Billy’s face. He grazes his teeth over soft skin, bites in. Billy’s head falls back, a breathless moan spilling from his lips. It eggs Steve on. Has him kneading the skin between his teeth until Billy’s breath picks up, elbows giving out beneath him. He falls on his back, hair fanning out on the pillow as Steve laps over the bite-mark. “Not so mouthy now, huh?” Steve whispers damply against wet skin. Billy’s legs press together, clenching tight on Steve’s head. “Steve, I swear to god.” Steve’s eyes don’t waver from him as he runs his tongue up to the apex of his thigh. Billy jolts. “Christ.” “Jus’ me,” Steve mumbles, nuzzling his groin and inhaling deeply. “It’s heaven down here,” he mutters, stroking his fingers up Billy’s outer thighs. He buries his nails in. “Fuck, Billy.” Billy’s dick kicks helplessly, dribbling pre. “God, shit. Steve. Just. You gotta,” he bucks his hips. “Fuck m’legs or somethin’.” Steve’s teeth scrape over soft skin before he lowers his head to kiss the opposite thigh, biting hard enough to paint his tan with hickeys of all shades. Billy’s leaking everywhere. “Mmh. Not today.” “Then ride—” “Oh my god, you’re such a brat,” Steve chuckles up at him. He takes a hold of his dick and kisses the tip. Runs the length over his cheek. Billy moans a long stream of profanities, using his thighs to squeeze his head closer. Steve grabs at them, forces his legs apart and Billy shouts with it. Chest heaving with every moan pouring out of his mouth. “Just fuck me. Steve. Please, I—stop acting like you’ve fuckin’. Found god down there. Plea— Get inside me or I swear to fuck I’ll—” “You’ll what?” Steve cuts in. “Cry about it?” Billy laughs despite himself. “That was one time, fuckface.” He’s sitting up, drawing his legs away and out of Steve’s reach. Steve makes a sound in his throat, small and wounded. Billy pushes him back and climbs on top of him, kissing him deep and wet as he drips over Steve’s stomach. “Lemme ride your face,” he whispers between them, thumb hooking on Steve’s lower row of teeth. Steve clutches his thighs tightly, hauling a rumbled groan from Billy. “Yeah? Want me to ride your face, Steve?” Looking up at him, Steve nods, dazed and breathless. “Uh-huh.”

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POST STARCOURT BILLY. soft and quiet and really bad at verbally expressing his feelings. jjust knocking on steve’s bedroom door at half past midnight and the second steve opens up, he looks at him with red-rimmed eyes and steps into his space like, “need–” to be held goes unsaid. he just wraps his arms around steve and buries his face in his neck,,ggive me soft billy?? needing comfort??? 

[rigginsstreet]

[memes-saved-me]

Did anyone else notice the fact Billy never uses homophobic language? Like, it was the 80s and saying "fairy" or "fag" was pretty common. Even just as a general insult but Billy never uses anything like that. Even S1 Steve did and he was nowhere near as mean or nasty as Billy. Even other, non antagonistic characters use them.

He also had multiple opportunities to use such language to insult or bully Steve but be didn't. Nor anyone else. He calls Steve a "Bitch" and "Pretty Boy". That's about it.

But do you know who does use homophobic language, specifically towards Billy? His father. The only interaction we see between Billy and Neil he uses these words against him, knowing it will work because he's been doing it for years.

Now, normally kids who get abused by their parents use what has been done to them against others, just as Billy does with Max and people in general but he doesn't use homophobic language. His dislike of Lucas probably comes from his father's views but you don't see him calling Steve anything homophobic or targeting possibly queer characters like he did Lucas.

It's as if such language has a personal affect on him and so he doesn't use it against people, because he understands how it feels.

Interesting, if you ask me...

[cupidbailey]

his little smile :’) missing him this evening

[warheadache]

After a weekend of watching all of Stranger Things it makes you just wanna say, Fuck it, these boys deserve to be happy.

Also @harringrovetrashrat made a lovely little correction to the S3 final

Link here

[radleeworks]

You called for Help...but Nobody came

[lethal-desires]

“B..Billy…”

“Shh…keep it down, Harrington.”