I been really stressed out and emotional lately could you maybe write some fluffy harringrove. You don't have to if you don't want to. I just really need the cheering up rn
I’m sorry to hear things have been rough lately! I hope that things get better soon!! 💕💕💕
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this quite literally fluffy fluff, and that it helps cheer you up!!
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The last word that Steve would ever use to describe Billy Hargrove would be soft. Emotionally and physically, he was as tough as nails and hard as a rock.
The few times that Steve and Billy had slept together back in high school, Steve had barely had time to finish before Billy was slipping his clothes on and making his way out the door, still pulling his shirt over his head as he went.
Steve never got to see behind Billy’s mask, never got to see him without his guard up, rings on, drenched in cologne, hair perfectly done, all working together like a suit of armour to stop anyone from getting close to the real Billy. If Steve did manage to get his hands into Billy’s hair, they barely managed to penetrate the shield.
Now though, ten years out of high school, the morning after a chance meeting at a club in Chicago, where Steve had gone to visit Robin for the weekend, Steve was finally getting to see the real Billy.
He’d stumbled out of the other man’s bed in search of a bathroom, and had happened upon the other man, standing at the bathroom counter, towel wrapped around his waist, hairspray at the ready.
“Wait,” Steve cried dramatically, almost causing Billy to drop the hairspray in shock.
“What the fuck, Harrington,” Billy said, glaring, about to pull the trigger on the hairspray.
“Sorry,” Steve replied, sheepish. “I was just wondering if I could touch your hair? Before you spray it, that is? I always wonder what it felt like under all those products.”
Billy looked at him like he was nuts, but lowered the can, tilting his head down so Steve could get up close and personal with it.
“It’s so fluffy,” Steve said, his eyes wide. “You’re so fluffy! A fluffy little bunny! No, not a bunny! It’s more like a baby chick! So downy soft! Who knew this was under all that hairspray!”
“Shut up or I’ll spray you in the eyes,” Billy grumbled, even as the quirk of his lips betrayed him. He turned back to the mirror, finally spraying his hair. “You know,” he continued, as he lifted and twisted pieces of his hair, trying to get them just right. “I think you should make me breakfast for that.”
“Breakfast for what?” Steve cried, incredulous. “It’s your house! You have a guest over, then expect them to make you breakfast?”
“You made fun of me. Doesn’t that at least get me pancakes?”
Steve pretended to hem and haw for a moment. “Do you have bacon?”
“There should be a full pound in the fridge.” Billy replied.
“Bacon and pancakes coming right up then, fluffy bunny!” He just narrowly escaped the puff of hairspray aimed his way as he beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen.











