#married Harringrove

[runraerun]

Steve: *looking down at his wallet, tears in his eyes. Knows that if he can handle being married to this lunatic he can handle anything life tries to throw at him.<3*

[el1ieez]

I kept seeing this and I just had to... I MUST...

[harringroveera]

Time traveler Steve is determined to find his boyfriend in every lifetime

[ickypuppi3]

# king of the rat (as)s (factory)

[weird-an]

Billy plucks out the first gray hair he sees.

"This isn't happening," he tells Steve.

Steve laughs at him. "I've been gray for years and you're having a crisis about one hair?"

"You look sexy," Billy says, waggling his eyebrows. "A real silver fox."

Steve groans. "It's because you make me age too fast."

Billy purses his lip. "I think Henderson is way more annoying than me."

"Henderson isn't my husband," Steve retorts. "I don't live with him."

"You're really lucky." Billy grins at his ring finger. He got a tattoo there. He has a ring, too, but he wears it next to the pendant. Doesn't want it to get dirty at work. Because for someone who doesn't believe in marriage and happy endings outside handjobs, Billy is a romantic asshole.

One gray hair turns into five, into a fit, into a few strands, into Billy brooding on the couch one day, glaring at the curls of his mullet.

Steve takes his hand. "You know, at least we're growing older together."

Billy squeezes back. "I never thought I'd make it past 20."

Steve thinks of Billy's anger, of Cherry Lane and of the scars on Billy's skin.

"And there we are... over twenty years together."

"Fucking sap." Billy sniffs. "Maybe it ain't that bad."

Steve hums in agreement.

[rigginsstreet]

Billy and Steve are in Indianapolis watching the total eclipse and getting married btw if you even care

[shieldofiron]

For Better or Worse, Steeb.

[fizzigigsimmer]

To B With Love:

Chapter 29

Moodboard by @prettyboylikeyousteve

Genre: A/B/O Mail Order Bride Au!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Harringrove

Summary: Steve, a society omega, puts out an add in the paper looking for an alpha among the lonely hearts expanding the west. He's answered by Billy, a lonely cowboy living in a growing settlement in California rich in just about everything but available omegas. He seems like the perfect choice, but there's one problem. It's not Billy who has been writing Steve but his little sister Max, who is determined to find a good match for him. The real Billy is the single most rude and uncouth creature to ever walk the planet and there's nothing, absolutely nothing, on God's green earth that could ever convince Steve to marry him.

[fortnightdjo]

Cheap commissions open!!!

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[theladycarpathia]

Too soft for all of it

Harringroveweek prompt:  apocalypse one night stand

“This is just a one off, do you hear me, Harrington?” Billy says, tugging off his shirt. Steve hungrily tracks every inch of bare skin with his eyes. End of the world hookups can be lethal, filthy and downright disgusting, depending on who you do it with. And Hargrove may be an ass but he’s got form. A really, really nice one.

“I hear you,” Steve says, not really listening. Because he knows something that Billy doesn��t and it’s this - that once they’ve given into this constant, burning heat between them, they won’t be able to stop it from happening again. 

And Steve sure as hell doesn’t want to stop it. He’s probably fucking up by breaking the number one rule of apocalypse hook ups (aside from always use condoms and don’t have sex outdoors) and he’s breaking it hard. Don’t fool around with someone who can break your heart.

“Yeah, you’ve got that ‘I’m really taking it all in’ look,” Billy snorts. He begins unbuttoning his jeans, watching Steve’s slack jaw with pleasure. “Does Princess Nancy know that’s the look you get when she starts talking?” 

Okay, Steve really doesn’t want any images of Nancy right now. He drags his eyes up to Billy’s, pretending that he can’t hear the teeth of a zipper being dragged down. 

“Well, her battle strategy meetings are long,” Steve says defensively. Billy shrugs and lets his hands fall away, leaving just a glimpse of his boxers from behind the denim. Steve scowls.

“You’re still dressed,” Billy points out cheekily, tugging at the fabric of Steve’s shirt. “Thought you might want to catch up.” Steve grabs the hem of his shirt and yanks it over his head. It’s worth it to see Billy’s eyes go dark.

“Not bad, Harrington,” Billy says in a low voice and Steve reaches a hand around the back of his neck to pull him down. Billy’s bare flesh on his is like every dream come true and Steve slides his hand into the back of Billy’s jean pocket, desperate to pull Billy’s straining erection against his own. When their bodies align, Steve can’t help his moan into Billy’s mouth. If he’s not careful, he’ll come just like this.

“So, ‘fess up,” Billy says, pressing his mouth against Steve’s bare throat. “How long have you wanted this?”

“Who says I have?” Steve retorts, although any bravado is lost in a helpless pant as Billy drags his teeth along the delicate curve of Steve’s neck. 

“I think you have,” Billy purrs and Steve wonders if Billy can hear the furious pounding of Steve’s heart. Maybe he can feel it when they’re pressed so tightly together.

But Billy will have to earn any admission from Steve. He’s not that pathetic.

Oh, but he knows he is. He’s weak with love, has been ever since the day that Billy and his group of survivors arrived at their camp. Hopper had been a little less than thrilled initially with the van of assorted teens from California. He’d been a little more thrilled with Joyce Byers arriving with them though. 

Their camp is pretty small, walls surrounding what had been the small cul-de-sac built out of whatever they could find. Chicken wire, old bits of fencing, metal sheeting. They’d closed everything off and shut down the road. No one got in or out.

And for a while things had been rough. They didn’t quite know what they do now about infection, supplies, and how to travel safely. They lost a few along the way, but they learned. 

What they did learn was not to trust strangers. Strangers could be infected, they can lie, they can shoot you in the back over your supplies if they want to. Benny had learnt that one the hard way and he’d been a good man. They hadn’t even been able to bury him. 

So when a convoy was spotted a few streets over, tensions had been high. People don’t come into Hawkins, not when it’s too small to be of any use. The woods and farms surrounding the more urban areas are prime space for the undead. No one risks coming through that if they don’t have to.

But this group had. Joyce Byers had been born here, actually went to school with Hopper way back when. Hopper had nearly been ready to turn them all away until he’d seen her. Apparently she’d left her scumbag ex when her kids were young and never looked back. And while they were in California, they picked up a few extras. Alone with so many kids, Joyce had taken the risk to return to where she knew.

Billy had pulled himself out of the driving seat, cigarette tucked behind his ear, gun strapped against his leg and Steve had been ruined right then and there. 

And now finally, six months later, Billy had finally noticed. Or maybe he’d finally stopped pretending he hadn’t noticed.

“You’re a little obvious about it,” Billy says, sitting back on his haunches to work at Steve’s jeans, his long, clever fingers easily undoing the assorted buttons. Steve flushes. Fuck. Robin’s been telling him for weeks that he’s too open about how he stares at Billy. People occasionally make the odd comment about Murray and Alexei spending too much time together but this isn’t high school. The normal rules seem to go out of the window when every day is about just surviving.

Even so, Robin had warned him about people talking. It couldn’t lead to anything good, in a community this small. 

“It’s alright,” Billy says, and the press of his palm against Steve’s dick is enough to set his skin on fire. “I liked it.”

Steve jerks his head up, half expecting Billy to be giving him that annoying grin, the one that’s full of cockiness and teeth. But instead, Billy’s eyes are soft and a little hopeful. 

“In fact,” Billy continues, shifting so he can pull Steve’s jeans down his legs and tug them right off. Steve’s still in his boxers, but he’s never felt more vulnerable. There’s something about the warm tilt of Billy’s mouth, the way he’s looking at Steve from under his eyelashes. Billy had swaggered up this evening, like he owned the place, like all he had to do was snap his fingers and have Steve fall into his bed. Now Steve wonders how much of that was just for show, because this Billy is one he’s never seen.

Steve’s possibly not the only one who’s been looking. 

“I like it a lot,” Billy continues, shimmying out of his own jeans. He kicks them aside and crawls back up Steve’s body, curling his fingers into Steve’s hair like they belong there.

“Ass,” Steve mutters, even as he tries to roll his hips against Billy’s. Billy just grins. There’s an attractive flush to his skin, a haze over his eyes. Steve kind of wants to see that look on Billy’s face tomorrow morning too.

“It’s a great ass,” Billy says helpfully. “I don’t blame you for looking.”

“I wasn’t looking that much,” Steve grumbles, annoyed at being caught out. It’s a risk caring about someone but people seem to manage it. Steve thinks about how very human it is to find love in a world of blood and teeth and death. Hopper and Joyce. Murray and Alexei. Nancy and Jonathan. 

“Sure, pervert,” Billy rumbles, mouth trailing against Steve’s bare skin. For someone who insisted that this was just fucking, just something to take the edge off, he’s being too soft. He’s treating Steve like glass and it’s something Steve could all too easily get addicted to.

“Just this once, huh?” Steve says, glad that he’s this close to Billy’s bright blue eyes. He can count every lash, see the pale scar across his right eyebrow. He’s still not sure how Billy got it - the story changes every time. Somehow, Steve doubts that Billy got it in a one-on-one tussle with a zombie.

There’s a flicker in Billy’s eyes, ever so briefly uncertain. Like he’s taking Steve’s words at face value. Steve slides his hands around the curve of Billy’s back, feeling along every nub of his spine. Waiting. Hoping.

“Yeah,” Billy breathes finally, sliding his fingers beneath Steve’s waistband. Steve decides then and there that he doesn’t mind this strange mutual lie they have going so long as Billy’s fingers are just rubbing against his hip bones like that. It feels like a long night of aching muscles and sweat along his spine and bruises sucked into his collarbone ahead of them. “Yeah, just this once.”

[bigdumbbambieyes]

fizzle

Billy knows it’s inevitable. He’s just like this. He knows he gets bored easily and he doesn’t stick around, he doesn’t let anyone get too close because he doesn’t stay long enough to let them.

But, of course, it all has to change with a fucking hick from Bumfuck Nowhere, Indiana.

He wants to hate Steve for it. He wants to punch the pretty boy right in his pretty face about it, because how fucking dare he make Billy want to stay. How fucking dare Steve be everything Billy’s ever wanted in a guy - sexy, funny, kind, tragic and hopeless.

Billy waits for it to get boring. He waits for Steve to bore him to death, to want more than he’s getting, he demand that Billy be something he’s not.

Billy waits for it to just - fizzle out.

But he’s been waiting for nearly five years and there’s no end in sight.

Selfishly, he hopes it never does.

[billlyharrington]

I'm glad we all agree that harringrove would be the most disgustingly affectionate and in love couple around

[demobats]

Steve does this to billy every time

[harringroveera]

Steve & Robin: Do you see us laughing?

[ickypuppi3]

it chapter two-esque scenario where they all have to meet back up because a gates opened except now the party are like mid thirties and billy and steve have to deal with this weird animosity they’ve got going on because the two of them were hooking up back in school until feelings got involved and it ended badly and billy just upped and left one day but they’re still pining for each other and steve’s divorce just got finalised and billy’s never really dealt with any of his issues and everything sucks until they kiss about it. & then maybe it gets tragic again you know how it is

[weird-an]

Billy comes home from work, limbs aching and fingers dirty from working at the garage all day. Their apartment is a shitty little thing, a dumpster how Mrs. Harrington called it the one and only time she had been visiting and Steve told her it's more of a home than the big empty house back in Loch Nora.

He stops dead on his tracks. Steve is wearing his best dress shirt and there's a fucking rose next to a candle on the table.

"What is this?" Billy asks. His heart is sinking into a swamp. He hates surprises as much as he hates turning his back against the door.

"Just some... uh.. slightly burned lasagna." Steve's face turns red.

"That's why I do the cooking." Billy frowns. "Are you breaking up?"

This doesn't make any sense. They don't do romance. Billy can't.

"What? No!" Steve groans. "Why would I try to bake cherry pie for that?"

Billy huffs out a laugh, more relief than anything. Also, there's a red smudge on Steve's most expensive shirt.

"We've been together for five years now," Steve begins. "Even if you were in denial for... like the first three years."

Billy swallows hard.

"I love you," Steve says. "And I know you love me, too."

Billy bites his tongue. He has never said it. He can't, stumbles over his own tongue the second he thinks of it. He tries to show Steve instead, sometimes too harsh or too clumsy, because he isn't really sure what gentleness is supposed to be, but he tries.

"Billy, I want to stay with you forever." Steve gets out a tiny black box with shaky hands. "I'll love you every day, every night. Do you wanna marry me?"

He opens the box. The golden band sparkles in the candlelight.

"We can't get married," Billy croaks. The ring is broader than a usual wedding band - which it can't be anyway, because they can't get married and because Billy isn't stupid enough to believe that Steve wants to stay with him until death.

Steve grins at him, a shining star in the dark of the night. "We fought against monsters. We left Hawkins. We can do anything."

"But it's- The state-"

"It's not about the piece of paper," Steve says. "It's about us."

"Yes," Billy hears himself say. Because he can never say no to Steve Harrington. Because he tried to get away from him, but every way to happiness leads back to him. Because Steve is a gift Billy didn't know he needed, because Steve is his ocean, because Steve is the sun rising in the morning.

Steve's smile is brilliant. His lips taste like burned cheese and red wine.

Billy never thought he'd get married. Billy never thought he'd have a future. Billy never thought he could love someone like he does love Steve.

"I don't want six kids," he mumbles. He wouldn't know how to be a father, he thinks.

Steve gives him a knowing look. "How about five?"