#dog trainer steve harrington

[hawkinsbnbg]

There was a line somewhere between wanting to court a handsome omega and keeping everything professional. Eddie wasn't always good at following the rules.

Eddie got a German Shepherd and brought it to Steve Harrington—an expert in teaching dogs manners—through Chrissy's recommendation.

After some talking, they agreed to meet up twice a week for the training.

And despite Eddie's hectic schedule, he always made time for Stev– his buddy—Benny (Benjamin).

If his gaze always lingered on Steve a little too long, then no one was the wiser.

No, Eddie didn't have a thing for Steve—a six-foot-tall and well-built omega.

Who smelled like dark chocolate.

Who wore striped polos, tight jeans, and military boots to work.

Who already had some white streaks in his hair.

Who would chuckle, eyes crinkling warmly, whenever Eddie cracked some silly jokes.

Eddie didn't enjoy how packed, or how older and taller Steve was than him.

Eddie didn't wish he would be in Benny's position sometimes.

Eddie didn't want to lick Steve like a lollipop to see if the omega would taste as mouthwatering as his scent.

Eddie didn't want to get on his knees for Steve so he could be called 'good boy'.

Eddie didn't ask for Steve's number and wasn't glued to his phone until the omega replied to his text that night.

Eddie didn't send Steve photos and videos of him at work to prove how capable he was.

Eddie didn't ask Steve out on a date after only two weeks, didn't agree to take things slow despite his desperation, and didn't melt into a puddle when Steve kissed him good night.

He didn't love making Steve smile, laugh, and giggle or miss Steve terribly whenever they couldn't meet.

Eddie didn't spend his rut with Steve for the first time and pop his knot in an instant the second Steve sat on his cock.

Eddie didn't get drunk on the dark chocolate scent and confess how much he yearned to build a family with the omega.

Eddie didn't cry in joy when Steve returned his feelings, looking so smoking hot and gorgeous while riding him into oblivion.

When it was Steve's heat, he didn't try to knock his sweetheart up, or fall in love all over again when they exchanged their mating bites.

Eddie didn't hold an extravagant ceremony to announce to the world that he finally found his mate.

Eddie didn't grin like an idiot every time he gazed at the gold bands on Steve's and his ring fingers.

Eddie didn't thank Benny at all for getting him and Steve together.

Except, Eddie had done all of that.

And now, he was holding his lovely daughter in his lap as they both watched Steve playing chase and catch with Benny.

"Dada, Dada," she giggled and wiggled eagerly as she tried to clap and cheer for Steve.

"Isn't Dada the best, hm?" Eddie chuckled at her high spirit. "Let's go tell him how awesome he is, alright, Lottie?"

"Dada," she nodded with a toothless smile and wrapped her arms around his neck as he stood up from the chair.

Then, he waved at Steve to let him know they were coming over.

Steve greeted him with a chaste kiss before turning his attention to their daughter. "Hey there, Little Princess."

"Dada," she turned and made grabby at him.

Once she was in Steve's arms, she smacked his cheek with a loud smooch. Steve returned the gesture with the same enthusiasm before smiling at Eddie.

"Wanna join us, handsome?"

"Your wish is my command, Highness," Eddie grinned and bowed slightly, earning himself an amused laugh from Steve.

As Eddie engulfed both his husband and his daughter in a bear hug, he glanced down at Benny who was resting by their feet and looking as pleased as punch.

"Thanks, buddy," Eddie mouthed at him.

"Woof!" Benny wagged his tail merrily.

You're welcome, bro.

[forwhomthewordsflow]

Puppy Love

modern!eddie munson x fem!reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a bit suggestive at some parts, language, more fluff

author’s note: this was totally meant to be a small lil blurb but then i ended up getting sucked into it and well…it ended up being a tiny bit longer than i thought.  also, there’s some legal jargon in here that i totally might’ve misused, don’t hate me! i’m not a lawyer i swear! anywho, i’m still pretty new to the whole writing thing so please go easy on me because i’m a crybaby

p.s. i stopped writing it in order to keep the word count from going through the roof, but if you guys would like a part two picking up right where this leaves off then i’m soooo into that, i really love these two!

word count: 5.3k

Let it be known, Eddie Waylon Munson was not a dog person.  This doesn’t mean that Eddie is a cat person either really, he’d actually be more inclined to categorize himself as a fish person, really.  Eddie can hardly take care of himself, who in the hell would think he could take care of another living being?

Steve fucking Harrington.  That’s who.

Under any other circumstances, Eddie would’ve turned him down in a heartbeat when he asked him to watch his Golden Retriever, Captain, for a week while he’s on vacation with his parents. 

“Dude, c’mon.  You owe me one.”

Eddie scoffed.  “Since when do I owe you one?”

“I–There must be something I’ve done for you…” Steve sighs ,”Haven’t I been letting you swim in my pool free of charge?”

“Yeah, me and every single other member of our party.”  Eddie rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, determined to stick to his answer of a hard no.

“Fine,” Steve huffs.  “What if I gave you three hundred bucks for it?”

At this new piece of information, Eddie perked up.  

“Well, well, well Harrington.  Why didn’t you just lead with that?”  The two boys shook hands, and that was that.

Eddie wishes he could’ve said no, but he unfortunately really needed the extra cash.  The weed business had been slow due to the fact that his usual richie-rich-asshole customers are all off “summering” with their rich families wherever it is that the rich families go to do that shit.  

Eddie figured that he could handle this.  Steve assured him that Captain is well trained thanks to the expensive trainers that his parents hired, plus Eddie would get to stay at Hotel de Harrington while he watched the dog.  Eddie will mind his business, Captain will do his own thing, and Eddie would be $300 richer at the end of it all.  Sweet digs and three hundred bucks is just something Eddie doesn’t have the heart to pass up these days.  

–

Eddie always manages to forget just how gi-fucking-normous the Harrington’s mansion house is.  As Steve leads him through the foyer and into the numerous hallways, Eddie figures he must look like he’s stepping into a house for the first time.  His jaw drops a little at the seemingly priceless artwork that hangs from the walls, the crystal vases lined up on shelves, and the expensive looking furniture placed meticulously all around the house.  He hopes to hell that he doesn’t find some way to fuck something up while he’s shacking up here.  

“I can’t believe you live in this art museum, Harrington.”

Steve scoffs.  “Yeah, it’s all nice and fancy until you think about the fact that all the dumb shit decorating this place could probably feed a small village.”

Eddie stifles a laugh, then hears an excited bark from the other room.

“Okay, time to meet the man himself.  Just warning you, he’s a hugger.”  Steve winks at Eddie and jogs to unlock the door to the backyard.  As soon as the glass door slides open, Eddie sees a blur of blonde fur coming towards him, and then all he can see is the ceiling.

Eddie quickly learns that this is because Captain has knocked him right on his ass.

Captain squirms on top of Eddie, trying his hardest to lick him all over his face and neck while Steve is bent over cackling at the whole ordeal. 

“Okay, okay buddy.  Thanks so much,” Eddie says unenthusiastically while glaring at Steve.  He gently shoves Captain off of him and stands back up, only to look down and realize that his all black outfit is now covered in little golden dog hairs.  This only causes Steve to laugh harder.

Steve straightens back up after being hunched over and sighs, “I warned you man,” then walks past Eddie and into the laundry room, clapping him on the shoulder as he goes.

Captain trots happily behind the boys as Steve shows Eddie where Captain’s food and water bowls are, how much to feed him and when, and where his leash and harness are.  Steve assures him that he doesn’t have to take Captain on a walk or anything if he doesn’t feel like it (he so does not), but he does have a grooming appointment scheduled on the day the Harrington’s set off on their vacation.

Eddie huffs at this revelation.

“I know man, I’m sorry.  My mom had apparently scheduled it months ago and forgot it was on the day we were leaving.  But it’s really easy I swear, you just drop him off at noon, and then pick him back up at three.  It’s already paid for and everything.”  Steve looks at Eddie apologetically, and Eddie figures it won’t be that bad.

–

Eddie was wrong.  He’s only been watching the dog for an hour and already he knows he’s not cut out for this shit.  Captain is stuck to Eddie like fucking velcro.  Who knew dogs could be so needy?  Eddie goes to sit on the couch?  Captain needs to sit right next to him.  Eddie needs to go to the kitchen to grab a drink?  Captain is practically stepping on his heels as he trails behind him.  Eddie has been pretty lenient so far, it’s only a week right?  But he’d had enough when Captain was demanding to follow him into the bathroom, pawing at the door and whining when Eddie wouldn’t let him in.  

Thank god for that goddamn grooming appointment.

Despite being only a couple hours into this gig, Eddie needed some alone time.  

Captain seemed just as excited to get out of the house when Eddie fought to put his harness on him.  He never thought he’d ever be spending a full ten minutes practically wrestling with a 70 pound dog, but Captain just wouldn’t sit still.  After all was said and done, Captain sat and waited next to the front door calmly, while Eddie emerged sweaty and breathing heavily.

–

The grooming salon ended up being only ten minutes away from Steve’s house, which Eddie was thankful for since Captain decided to sit shotgun and stare at Eddie the entire way over.  On the outside, the place looked fancy.  Eddie scoffed a bit at the Grecian columns bracketing the entrance, and the name of the salon printed in gold swoopy letters across the large window panes in the front.  He couldn’t believe people were willing to shell out enough cash to bring their dogs to a place like this all for a haircut.  Eddie looks over at Captain, who is of course staring at him…still, and sighs.

“Here goes nothing I guess.”

Eddie wrangles Captain out of his van and into the salon, hoping to God that these people wouldn’t be able to smell the poor on him.  

What actually occurred was quite the opposite.

Upon opening the glass doors, Eddie was hit with a whoosh of cool air and a small bell chimed to let the employees know that someone had walked in.  Captain was apparently very excited by the gust of air, and decided to jump in circles around and through Eddie’s legs.  While Eddie was caught up in detangling himself so he doesn’t fall flat on his face, he hadn’t noticed you walking up to them.  

“Hi there, need some help?” 

Eddie looked up and could’ve sworn he heard a choir of angels singing.

You stood there smiling at him, the prettiest girl Eddie had ever seen in his 24 years of life on Earth.  He doesn’t think he’d ever had someone smile at him like that before, but he knows he could definitely get used to it. 

While you were waiting for Eddie to respond, you noticed that his dog’s leash was still quite tangled around his legs.  Deciding to take things into your own hands, you take a few steps back and kneel down to the ground to call the dog to you.  He comes bounding up to you, causing his leash to slide smoothly out from under Eddie’s legs, rendering him untangled at last.

Eddie blinks, suddenly he’s untangled and Captain is jumping up onto you, ever the hugger.  

He finally gets his head out of his ass and jogs up to you, grabbing Captain’s leash and yanking him off of you.

“Bad boy, Captain.  We’re supposed to ask for consent before hugging pretty girls.”

Eddie is elated when he spots a blush crawling up your cheeks.  You stand and brush yourself off.

“It’s really okay.  Captain has my consent to hug me any time he wants!”  Your voice had risen to a puppy-talk octave, Eddie never imagined he’d find that so adorable.  You lean down again to scratch Captain behind the ears, and the dog looks up at you with stars in his eyes.  Eddie, having caught a whiff of your perfume as you bent down, is sporting the same look.

You straighten up with a happy sigh and look up at Eddie with a grin. 

“Well then, now that we’re all introduced, how can I help you?”

Eddie all at once forgets why he’s here, caught up in your beautiful gaze.  He feels like he should shield his eyes from yours, lest he burst into flames from taking in your beauty. 

“I’m—uh...I’m grooming.   N-no, that’s not right, sorry.”  You giggle quietly while he tries to finish his sentence.

Eddie laughs at his own stupidity.  

“Sorry.  He’s getting groomed, he should have an appointment under Harrington I think?”

“Sure, let me check on that.” You turn away from him to walk back towards the front desk, and boy is it a treat for Eddie.  You’re wearing a cute company t-shirt, white sneakers, and these perfect fucking denim jeans that cause Eddie’s to get a little tighter.  They must’ve been tailor-made for you with the way they’re hugging your thighs, your hips, your ass–

“Alright, I’m seeing that Captain is just here for his routine trim, yes?”  You look from your computer screen up at Eddie to find him already staring at you with his mouth slightly open.  The look on his face makes you giggle a bit, and this seems to snap him out of his daze.

“Uh, yes.  That sounds right.”  Eddie shakes his head a bit to rid himself of all the impure thoughts swirling around in there.  “I’m just bringing him in for a friend, so whatever’s on there should be right.”

You pretend to type some more as you try and find the will to push down the blush warming your cheeks.  You already clocked that he was gorgeous when he stumbled through the front doors, but how in the hell does he keep getting better?  You noticed the bulge of his bicep when he yanked Captain off of you, the warm chestnut color of his eyes, and now his super-sexy-deep voice?  Being turned on at work was not on your agenda today…

After a few seconds of nonsense typing and very deep breaths, you look back up at Eddie to find him smiling at you.

“That’s really sweet of you, to help out your friend.”

Eddie puffs out his chest (as though he hasn’t been mentally complaining about watching Steve’s dog for multiple hours).  

“Yeah, I do what I can to help.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders in a way he hopes comes across as ’Yeah baby, I’m just a helpful guy.  Super nice, super sweet, definitely boyfriend material..’

You grin and finish getting Captain all checked in.  

“Alrighty!  Captain’s all good to go.  I can get him taken back and then we’ll see you in three hours.”  

Your sweet smile has Eddie captivated until he realizes you’re holding your hand out for Captain’s leash.  Eddie reluctantly hands it over, because now he has to wait a whole three hours to see you again.  You take the leash, wave ‘bye’ to Eddie, and walk through the door that leads to the rest of the salon.  Eddie lets out a deep sigh.

Goddamnit.

—

Three hours turned out to feel more like three days when it meant waiting to see your face again.  Eddie arrived fifteen minutes early to the salon (a first) and waited anxiously for Captain’s scheduled pickup time to roll around.  Eddie strutted into the salon not a second too late before screeching to a halt.

In your place, stood a much older, much rounder lady.  Eddie deflated a little, cursing himself for not finding out if you’d even be here at this time.  He huffs out a breath, and begins walking up to the front desk. 

Then, a thought pops into his head.

Maybe, if he’s nice enough, he can ask the older woman about you.  Then at least he’d have your name and maybe even when you were working next!

Eddie decides it’s time to amp up the ol’ Munson Charm.

His tentative walk turns into a swagger-filled stroll as he reaches the front desk.  Eddie leans on an elbow and smiles a devilish smile down at the woman.  She looks up at him with wide eyes as he dings the silver bell that sits on the desk, winking at her while he does it.

“H-How can I help you sir?”

“Oh sweetheart, please…call me Eddie.”  He goes on after she spends a moment too long gazing up at him, “And who might you be?”

She gulps and straightens her horned glasses.  “B-Betty.  Betty Brown.”

“Hello, Betty Brown,” Eddie can tell his charming smile is having an effect on her, and he’d be lying if it wasn’t boosting his ego a tiny bit.  “I’m here to pick up my dog, Captain.  Brought him by a few hours ago to get his haircut…you know how he likes to impress the ladies.”

Betty nods and takes a deep breath before turning to the computer to try and hide her smile. 

“Okay, Mr. Eddie.  I checked him out with the card on file, he should be up here shortly.” 

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Eddie waits a moment, before launching into his plan.  “I was actually hoping you could help me with a little something else.” 

Betty looks back up at him, blushing when they make eye contact.

“See, when I was in here earlier, there was a really nice girl helping me out.  But, silly me, I completely forgot to ask what her name was.”

To Eddie’s delight, Betty’s face lights up in recognition.  She says your name with so much glee that it’s obvious to him how loved you must be around here.

“Yes, she got off an hour ago.  She usually works the morning shifts, except on Fridays because those are her days off.”

Eddie quickly learned that underneath Betty’s bashful smile was a woman who loved to talk, and he couldn’t be happier for it.  Eddie quickly learned how long you’ve worked here, that you don’t have any pets of your own, and that last Christmas you brought the most delicious homemade cookies for the entire staff.  He also learned that you’ll be working again for the next two mornings.  

Eddie left with Captain and a smile on his face, but not before pressing a kiss to sweet, sweet Betty’s hand.  Thanks to her, Eddie’s confidence is restored and he actually thinks he might have a shot with you.  All he has to do now is figure out what his reasons will be for coming back to the salon two days in a row.  

–

He spent all evening pacing around the Harrington’s house trying to come up with excuses to come see you.  All of the ones he’d thought of so far made him look like even more of a jackass than he did today.  

I thought I might’ve dropped my wallet somewhere around here.  A gorgeous girl isn’t going to want to go out with a guy who drops his shit everywhere.  Pass.

I think Captain needs a little more of a haircut, maybe just another half inch off?  First of all, Eddie doesn’t know shit about haircuts.  He’s been doing his own with kitchen scissors in his bathroom mirror for over a decade.  Second, he would never risk potentially offending you and your work as a dog groomer on the off chance that you’re the one who cut Captain’s hair.  And lastly, for a dog, he’s got to admit that Captain looks pretty damn good after his appointment.  Who knew a dog could look so regal and majestic?  Anyways, PASS.

It was only after Eddie had plopped down on the leather couch with a huff of defeat that he heard the first few plinks of raindrops hitting the windows.  Eddie went to his phone to check the forecast for the rest of the night, and as luck would have it, there was a 100% chance of thunderstorms until tomorrow morning.  As all the pieces of his new plan began stitching themselves together, Eddie finally allowed himself to relax.

–

Eddie used to hate his “backyard,” if you could even call it that.  Behind the trailer was a medium sized patch of dirt, with some sorry-looking green plant-things trying their best to survive scattered about.  The only times Eddie would really look forward to going outside to play as a kid, much to Wayne’s dismay, was when it rained.  Because when it rained, the once dry and grainy surface turned into slippery, messy mud.  Eddie used to love sliding around and making mud pies and all of that stuff, and right now it seems like Captain is having just as much fun, if not more, than Eddie used to.  

The yard was fenced in, so Eddie wasn’t too worried about Captain running away despite Steve’s promises that he’s ‘leash-trained’.  Eddie planned to tell you otherwise though.

‘He just somehow managed to get away from me.  Yeah, I had to chase him all through the mud and dirt this morning.  But I caught him because I’m like, really fast and strong and stuff.’

He does feel a little guilty about lying to you.  But he figures that if it’s something the two of you can laugh over at your wedding someday, then it’s well worth the little white lies.

Eddie’s brought back from his reverie of you in a long, white dress by Captain dropping the mud-soaked tennis ball at his feet…again.

He couldn’t believe how much energy this dog had.  They’d already been out here for twenty minutes and Captain just kept going and going.  Eddie did have to admit, it was sort of fun watching him play.  He even found himself laughing out loud when Captain would get the ball stuck in a puddle of mud and not hesitate to dunk his entire head in to retrieve it.  There was even one point where Captain got so excited and amped up that he just zoomed around in circles over and over again. 

Maybe dogs aren’t so bad after all.

After another ten minutes of chasing around the now mud-covered tennis ball, Captain decides he’s done playing and sits down at Eddie’s feet.  Eddie can’t help but notice that he’s panting pretty hard.  “You must be thirsty, huh?”

Eddie runs inside the trailer to grab a tupperware bowl and fills it with cold water from the tap.  He hopes to god that Captain hasn’t run away already, he’s decided to really put Steve’s whole “leash training” thing to the test.  But sure enough, when Eddie shoves his front door open there he is, sitting nicely at the foot of the trailer’s steps.  Eddie pats his head, then promptly wipes the flaky, dried mud off onto his jeans.  “Good boy.” 

After Captain is done drinking water, Eddie looks him over to ensure that he is completely and totally covered head-to-toe in mud.  Letting out a satisfied sigh, he decides that it’s time for the next stage of his plan to take action.  

He loads Captain into the back of his van (Eddie makes sure to drive especially slow, and Captain pretty much lays down the whole time) and he sets off towards the salon.  

–

Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation as he puts his van into park.  He’s ecstatic when he sees your beautiful face smiling after two customers as they exit the salon.  Eddie turns around in his seat to see Captain.

“Okay, buddy.  It’s showtime.  I need you to bring your A-game and be a real good wingman for me in there.  Got it?”

Captain tilts his head at Eddie, as though he didn’t understand a thing he said, but then straightens up and lets out a firm bark.  A laugh bursts out of Eddie as he turns the van off and goes to get Captain from the back.  Before rounding the side of his van, and while he’c completely out of your sight, he does a quick smell test on his pits and breath, and then double checks his hair and teeth in the reflection of his rear windows.  After deeming himself presentable, he takes a big deep breath.

“Don’t be stupid, Munson.  Think charming thoughts,” he says under his breath as he starts towards the front door.  

–

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t sticking around fifteen minutes after your shift was over yesterday in the hopes that Eddie would decide to come back early to pick up Captain.  It’s rare that a guy comes into the salon who looks to be around your age and single, but it’s much rarer that they’re as good-looking as Eddie is.  You spent the entire drive home and the rest of the night fantasizing about his voice, his big hands, his laugh.  You wondered what he did while he waited for Captain’s appointment to be done, what his favorite movie was, his favorite food…But most of all, you wondered if you were making up this mutual attraction in your head?  The nervous stuttering and blushing could just be from nervousness, but he was definitely staring at you a few times.  You also wonder whether or not you had actually caught him staring at your ass…but maybe it’s best not to get ahead of yourself.  Maybe he has a girlfriend.  Maybe he doesn’t even see you that way?  Maybe you should get a grip because you’re basing all of this delusion fantasy off of a ten minute conversation you had with the guy.  Leave it to you to construct a made-up scenario in your head after a short interaction with a new crush.

Be that as it may…you still made sure to carve out an extra half hour to get ready for your shift today.  You blow-dried your hair using your fancy products, spent quite a bit of time on your makeup, and spritzed some perfume on before you left.  You even made sure to wear the same jeans as you did the day before, just in case he was looking. 

The first half of your shift was spent hunched over the front desk, it was an extremely slow day so far.  You found yourself perking up a bit whenever a dark haired individual would walk by the front of the salon, only to droop back down again at the realization that it wasn’t who you wished it was.  With all the rain that came down in Hawkins last night, you figured more people would be making last minute appointments to have their dogs bathed, you’d hoped that today would be busy enough to keep your mind from wandering to a certain pair of warm, brown eyes.  But as your shift crawled towards the halfway point, suddenly things started looking up.

As excited as you were to spot a familiar gorgeous man walking into the salon again, you couldn’t conceal the look of shock on your face once your eyes landed on his mud-covered companion.

“Oh–oh my god!”  Eddie couldn’t quite read your expression, but he was relieved to hear a laugh bubble out of you after your exclamation.  He stood there sheepishly for a moment before he remembered his plan: Be. Charming.

You walk out from behind the desk with a hand covering your mouth, not quite believing what you were seeing.  There stood Captain, proudly smiling and panting, covered head to paw in mud.  Another laugh bubbled out of you, and you were pleased to find Eddie laughing with you.  

Goddamnit, that’s a sexy laugh he’s got.

“What…what happened to you?” You say to Captain, bending down to gently pat his head. 

“This absolute miscreant here got out of the house this morning and found himself a nice, muddy yard to roll around in.”  Eddie looked at you with a grin that made your knees weak.

He looked you up and down while you straightened back up.  Was there a way for someone to get a thousand times more beautiful overnight?

A blush rose to your cheeks as you caught him checking you out.  That settles it, he’s definitely flirting with you.  If he can be so forward about it, maybe you can too.

You look up at Eddie through your lashes, making sure to flutter them a couple times for good measure.

“Aw.  And here I was thinking you’d gotten him all dirty just so you could come and see me again.”

Eddie stills.  

Fuck, he can’t believe how hot you are. 

 Fuck, was his plan really that shitty?  Did you just call him out?  

Eddie’s panicking is subdued by your quiet giggle.  Thank god, you were kidding.

“It’s a good thing you managed to catch him, he looks like the type to go on an adventure in the woods.”  Eddie startles, quickly realizing he’d been full-on staring at you while conducting his mental freak-out.

“Oh, yeah.  I’m–like….fast…” Eddie can feel himself getting lost in your eyes as you stare up at him.  His words trail off into oblivion, nothing else exists other than your pretty smile, the little crinkles next to your eyes, your lips…

Holy shit, is Eddie staring at your lips right now?  Is he going to kiss you?  God, you hope he does, you’ve been fantasizing about his lips for hours now.  You can’t let him kiss you right here in the lobby…can you?

Eddie shakes his head a little, breaking himself from the trance you put him under.  

“Ahem, yeah,” Eddie loudly cleared his throat ,”It was no big deal, really.  He’s a good dog, came right back after he realized he was in the wrong.”  Eddie looked down at Captain, only to find him looking right back up at him, obviously judging him for his outright lies.  Eddie looks up at you, shrugging and shaking his head disapprovingly.  He lets out a big, over dramatic sigh ,”I just don’t know what I’m gonna do with this one.”

“Well it’s obviously not his fault,” you reply, “Look at that face!  That face could never do anything wrong.  I should know, I’m actually his lawyer.”  Eddie spots your poorly concealed smirk and decides to jump head first into this bit with you, excited to see if you can keep up.

“Oh really?”  He crosses his arms and takes a tiny step towards you.  This causes his t-shirt to pull taught around his arms, accentuating his biceps.  Your mouth waters a bit.

“Yes, really.  My client is as innocent as they come.”  You place your hands on your hips and look up at him with a level of sass Eddie had no idea you were capable of.  He decides that he loves it. 

“Huh, that’s interesting.  I totally object.” 

“Are you implying that he acted with intent?  Are you attempting to slander my client?” You place your hand on your chest in a “pearl-clutching” type of way, Eddie stifles a laugh.

“I am indeed.  He knew exactly what he was doing when he ran out that door, the evidence is all over his fur,” Eddie replies.

“My client was just following his nose, any mess that ensued was purely circumstantial.  He is innocent of any and all wrongdoing.”  Eddie feels like he’s got stars in his eyes, he can already picture you fitting in so perfectly into a DnD campaign.  You take his pause as a sign to bring your argument home.

“This is a clear case of prosecutorial overreach.  My client was acting in the best interest of the household, ensuring that the yard was thoroughly inspected for potential threats, pests, intruders, or otherwise.  Any mud on his fur is merely a badge of his dedication to home security.”  You cross your arms, clearly having won this fake-case.  

Eddie takes a step back and starts a slow clap.  You take a tiny bow and burst into a fit of giggles.

“I’m impressed, sweetheart.” You hope Eddie doesn’t see how affected you are by that nickname.  “Where the hell did all the legal jargon come from?”

“I used to watch a lot of Law and Order.”  You look down, suddenly shy with a sparkly feeling in your chest.  You really hope you didn’t come across as super weird.  It’s been a while since you’ve been able to have banter like that with someone else.  Hawkins isn’t a very diverse place, and you’ve found that the majority of the people living here tend to be pretty cookie-cutter conservative.  It feels great to let loose a little with someone you’re interested in, you just hope you’ll get more opportunities to do it.

Eddie, on the other hand, can’t stop looking at you.  Is this what falling in love feels like?  The girls in this town all seem to have made their own assumptions and come to their own conclusions about Eddie: he’s a devil worshiper, a satanist, a hookup to check off their bucket list and then never speak to again.  But not you, obviously.  You don’t look at him with the same disgust in your eyes as everyone else in this town does.  Your eyes are full of a kindness and warmth that Eddie could see himself getting used to.

“So, uh,” Eddie rambles, “What’s the verdict for Mr. Captain?”  Captain perks up at the sound of his name, you giggle at the tilt of his head.

“Hm,” You tap your finger to your chin and look off into the distance, “I think a nice, relaxing bath would do.  Maybe a couple treats, too, for being such a good boy.”  You squat down to Captain’s height to scratch him behind the ears, and Eddie can’t help but cringe a little at the flakes of dried mud that drift down off of Captain’s head and onto the floor.

You grab Captain’s leash from Eddie as you stand back up, walking him over to the desk to get him checked in at the computer.  He’s delighted to discover that you’re wearing the same pair of jeans as you were yesterday, and he mentally kicks himself for sneaking another peek at the way your hips sway as you walk.  Eddie deflates a little at the realization that this might be the end of this interaction.  He never wants to stop talking to you.  

“I’m guessing the card on file is what we’ll be using today?”  You ask sweetly, looking up at Eddie.

“Uh, yeah.  Yeah that’s just fine, thank you.” 

Holding eye contact with Eddie, you murmur “,You’re very welcome,” with a smile.

Oh, Eddie is so totally fucked.

Eddie watches as you walk Captain to the hallway door and hand his leash off to a younger girl.  You happily trot back up to the front desk and lean on it with your smiling face resting in your hands.

“Oh, you– you’re not giving him his bath?” Eddie stammers out.

“Nope.” You reply, popping the ‘p.’ “I’m stuck on front desk duty today.”  

Eddie sighs, relieved that your conversation might not be over.  He puts his elbows on the counter and leans towards you a bit. “Well, it can’t be all that bad.”

Your smile widens and you tilt your head, “I think it’s starting to get better.”

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[strangerthingsfan-fics]

Argument Fight in the gym and the hospital steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Warnings- swearing,kissing,hospital,blood, fighting,arguing,crying,passing out,if there are anymore tell me

You’ve been getting hurt a lot at the gym when boxing and Steve’s gotten very scared

You both was arguing over your saftey while you was getting changed

“Yn you’re coverd in bruises and cuts just rest for a few days when I hugged you last night you winced” Steve complained

“I have to go other wise I’ll look like a weak person because I stopped because of being hurt” you turned around

Steve kept arguing with you and you got that annoyed that you walked out the room while walking down the stairs your dog ran up tripping you over you kept hold of the railing and luckily not fell you tied your hair up and looked at the scar on your stomach you shrugged it off and Steve came down

“Look yn it’s one day just say like you went to the beach and that’s it okay” Steve shouted

“Don’t shout at me just because I have a hobby” you snapped

“it’s for your saftey” Steve screamed

“I’m not a two year old I’m a big girl I can handle myself Jesus” you scoffed

You put your trainers on and walked to the gym to let your anger out but a new girl was there a gorgeous bleach blonde perfect body perfect abs and what looked like a boyfriend she didn’t argue with, you shrugged your shoulders and got in the ring to fight her

You was saying in your head your perfect like what Steve tells you but Steve got too much in your head which riled your anger up more I mean you was pissed off with Steve you continued punching but this girl cut your face open sitting ontop of you and punching you

You stopped fighting her and walked out spitting out blood from your mouth your eyebrow cut and body forming in bruises you was walking to steve back at home where he was sat on the sofa and as you walked back you fell unconscious steve heard a thud and ran in seeing you unconscious

He called for an ambulance Nancy and Robin rushed over steve was checking on your breathing trying to keep you hoisted up with your arm around his shoulder while he lifted your legs into his free arm and laid you on the sofa freaking out

“What the fuck happend” nancy asked

“We had a argument over her saftey and she walked out to the gym I was sat in the living room and getting up to hug her and appolagised but I heard a thud and tan in seeing her on the ground” Steve freaked out

“Steve calm down” Robin shouted

Five minutes later a ambulance came in and rushed you to the hospital steve and everyone was sat in the back Steve’s legs were shaking

Steve felt sick he thought he did this to you Nancy and Robin saw Steve paniking

When you got in the hospital room steve sat on a chair next to the bed scared you wasn’t gonna wake up

About an hour later you woke up tilting your head towards Steve and smiled weakly Steve breathed in relief you was okay he sat next to you and hugged you when you winced body slightly tense not because Steve was hugging you because bruises was forming on you and Steve pressed one in by accident

“I will say you are very hot when your angry” Steve chuckled

“Your hot when your serious” you smiled holding his hand

Nancy and everyone chuckled you and steve can’t stay mad at each other for longer than 20 mins

[crystaldragonette]

ANYONE AND EVERYONE

JUST SEND AN ASK!♡♡♡

Imma do short stories, all you have to do is pick characters from this list, then pick an emoji and/or theme word. I'll type it up! Trying to get rid of writer's block.

RULES

NO NSFW

NO GORE

VOLTRON

NO HORROR

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Wayne Munson

Dustin Henderson

Nancy Wheeler

Mike Wheeler

Ted Wheeler

Karen Wheeler

Holly Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Erica Sinclair

Sue Sinclair

Charles Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Susan Mayfield

Neil Hargrove

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

Eleven/Jane

Joyce Byers

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Keith

Tommy Hagan

Carol

Chrissy Cunningham

Gareth

Jeff

Grant (unnamed freak)

Benny

Brenner

Sam Owens

Steve's Mother (I've named her Patricia)

Steve's Father (I've named him Richard)

Lance

Altean Lance

Hunk

Pidge (Katie Holt)

Matt Holt

Sam Holt

Colleen Holt

Shiro

Kuro

Kuron

Sven

Slav ( First dimension, Crazy)

Slav (Second dimension, Crazy but actually does field work)

Keith

Galra Keith

Princess Allura

Coran

King Alfor

Emperor Zarkon

Haggar

Kova (Haggar's alien cat)

Lotor

Sendak

Acxa

Ezor

Narti

Zethrid

Kolivan

Blaytz

Thace

Ulaz

Trigel

Gyrgan

Keith's Father

Space Mice

Space Caterpillar

Laika (Yupper, Basically a really really big alien that acts like a dog)

Commander Iverson

Sal

Rax

Shay

Plaxum

Ryner

Rover (small pyramid flying Galra robot that Pidge reprogrammed to help her)

Beezer (Robot)

Rolo

Nyma

Throk

Anok

Xiavon (an bird reptilian alien OC that is basically a father figure and was a prisoner with Lance in a story I wrote)

Curtis

Adam

DANNY PHANTOM

Danny Phantom

Samantha "Sam" Manson

Tucker Foley

"Jazz" Fenton

Jack and Madeline "Maddie" Fenton

Box Ghost

Dark Danny

Desiree

Ember McLain

Fright Knight

Ghost Writer

Johnny 13 & Shadow

Kitty

Pariah Dark

Skulker

Nicolai Technus

Vlad Masters / Vlad Plasmius

Walker

Valerie Gray

Clockwork

Danielle "Dani" Phantom

Cujo

Wulf

GRAVITY FALLS

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Grunkle Stan

Jesus Alzamirano "Soos" Ramirez

Wendy Corduroy

Stanford Filbrick "Ford" Pines

Waddles

Candy Chiu

Grenda Grendinator

Fiddleford Hadron "Old Man" McGucket

Sheriff Blubs

Deputy Durland

Bill Cipher

Gideon Charles Gleeful / "Li'l Gideon"

Pacifica Elise Northwest

Robert Stacey "Robbie" Valentino

OBEY ME

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Luke

POKEMON

Trainer Red

Trainer Blue

Trainer Green

Trainer Ethan/Gold

Rival Silver

Train Lyra

POKÉMON LEGENDS ARCEUS

Akari

Rei

Volo

Adaman

Irida

Ingo

POKÉMON SWORD & SHIELD

Piers

Leon

Raihan

Marnie

Peony

Victor

Gloria

Of course most of the pokémon as well

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Nezu

Recovery Girl

Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Himiko Toga

Jin Bubaigawara/ Twice

Spinner

Mr. Compress

Magne

Kurogiri

All for One

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Toshinori Yagi/All Might

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Nemuri Kayama/Midnight

Snipe

Yuga Aoyama

Mina Ashido

Tsuyu Asui

Tenya Iida

Ochaco Uraraka

Mashirao Ojiro

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Koji Koda

Rikido Sato

Mezo Shoji

Kyoka Jiro

Hanta Sero

Fumikage Tokoyami

Shoto Todoroki

Toru Hagakure

Katsuki Bakugo

Izuku Midoriya

Minoru Mineta

Momo Yaoyorozu

Itsuka Kendo

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Neito Monoma

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Hitoshi Shinso

Mei Hatsume

Emi Fukukado/ Mrs. Joke

Yo Shindo

Inasa Yoarashi

Camie Utsushimi

Enji Todoroki/ Endeavor

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Kugo Sakamata/ Gang Orca

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum

Kai Chisaki/ Overhaul

Hari Kurono/ Chrono/ Chronostasis

Naomasa Tsukauchi

Eri

Oboro Shirakumo/ Loud Cloud

Masura Bakugou

Mitsuki Bakugou

Inko Midoriya

Hisashi Midoriya

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

Marinette

Adrien

Nino

Alya

Luka

Juleka

Rose

Lila

Ivan

Cloe

Sabrina

Nathaniel

Marc

Jagged Stone

Penny

Lê Chiến Kim

Alix

Max

Kagami

Mylène

Felix (but like original concept for Chat Felix, not canon gremlin Felix)

ANIMAL CROSSING

Redd

Tom

Timmy

Tommy

ZELDA

OOT Link

Malon

OOT Zelda

BOTW Link

BOTW Zelda

Sidon

Yunobo

Riju

Teba

Kass

Beetle

Urbosa

Mipha

Revali

Daruk

LINKED UNIVERSE

Time

Twilight

Sky

Warriors

Wind

Legend

Four

Wild

Hyrule

INVADER ZIM

Zim

Gir

Dib

[memes-saved-me]

Thank you for tagging me in this brilliant idea!!! @lovebillyhargrove 💖💖💖💖💖

Answers below😁

1. Do they get together BEFORE MF possessing Billy or AFTER shit goes down? (Or maybe DURING😲)

I'm a sucker for their tension boiling over some time around Christmas and that's when they either kiss, have sex, get together or all three lol. That or post Starcourt Steve is left to take care of Billy because no one else is around who can and he slowly falls for him while Billy falls for Steve all over again.

2. Who kisses who first?

Steve. Steve going on for the kiss is my favourite. Billy of course returns it and is the one to take it further but Steve is the one to lean in or push Billy against a wall and go for it. Billy hesitates because he likes to tease and because he isn't fully sure Steve is on the same page.

3. Where do they have their first sex? (Location) (HJs and BJs count)

Blowjobs and handjobs at school. Hidden away or a party where they're drunk and it's messy but amazing. Sex wise Steve's room. Either its romantic and its been building to this or they rush to his, up the stairs and one is pushed down on the bed and so on. Its either intense and tension breaking or slow and caring. Or both honesty but its at Steve's house.

4. Who says 💖 I LOVE YOU 💖 first?

Billy. Steve thinks, knows he does way before but is scared to say it first so he waits and then once Billy says it, probably before, during or after sex he says it every chance he gets. Billy is a little less generous with it but when he says it Steve finds it means more than saying it all the time.

5. Bottom!Steve or Bottom!Billy?

I personally believe they'd switch. Hormone filled teenage boys happy to get what they can and deal it just as much. However, I'm a sucker for bottom Billy to begin with, Steve just getting into being bisexual so at first experienced Billy takes that position until Steve is comfortable enough to go for it. After that its whoever wants to or both of them. They just love being either side of things.

6. Do they give gifts to each other?

Steve will buy Billy things he wants or needs at any opportunity but Billy will buy little things here and there that have significant sentimental origin. Or he makes things like daisy chains and puts them on Steve while they sit in the grass. Little things like that.

7. Where do they end up living?

I love the idea of them leaving Hawkins, going to California and it just not being as good as Billy remembered. He bigged it up in his memories and they can't really afford the kind of place they would like there so they leave and go somewhere else to build a life together instead of relying on their past to bring them comfort. I'm not sure where they would end up really, maybe even another country eventually.

8. What are their future jobs?

Steve in sales, office work sort of thing. Billy a mechanic or dog trainer.

9. Who's a better cook?

Steve likes to think he's a better cook but Billy for sure is.

10. Steve Hargrove or Billy Harrington?

In terms of 😏 Steve but on terms of "Oh shit he's my favourite" Billy

11. What's Max's reaction when she hears they're together?

She's honestly disgusted by Steve's lack of taste and standards but is glad to know why Billy had been acting happier recently. Her first theory was drugs so being gay with Steve was more than better.

12. Describe in ONE SENTENCE Hopper's reaction when he hears the names Hargrove and Harrington mentioned together?

His ears perked up at the mention their names while sitting at the table with El, her run down of the day stating they were a couple which definitely caught his attention because never did he think the resident bad boy Billy would end up with preppy boy Steve but hey, teenagers are teenagers.

13. Does Robin like Billy OR does Robin hate Billy?

Robin loves anyone who helps her tease Steve but she also gives him the shovel talk which isn't as affective considering he was practically dead at one point. They have similar music taste and Billy is always brushing girls off and sending them in her direction which is an added bonus so yes Robin loves Billy as a friend but hates him as Steve's boyfriend because that's the best friend rule, you don't like their bf especially when they complain about them one minute then gush over him the next.

14. What about Dustin?

Dustin is just confused, for a long time. He doesn't really get why Steve would do this. Waste his time on Billy and he constantly asks him why but then he sees them together and sees Steve smile like he does when he's genuinely happy and he lets it go. Whatever makes Steve happy is okay with him. But he also gives Billy a talking to regarding hurting Steve or dumping him.

15. Fav Harringrove AU?

That's a real tough one. I'd have to say maybe the catching fire one I did because it lives in my head rent free and I mean in luxury with no bills rent free. It fits too well not to lmao.

Maybe the one where Steve accidentally kills Neil and they run off, idk there's just something about that.

16. Billy+Camaro=

Others have said it but I see the Camaro as a reflection of Billy and his current state. Like in S2 its all loud and fast and dangerous but then at the end once Max has threatened Billy she takes control of it just like she did Billy. In s3 its in a state of disrepair while he is flayed and catches fire as his fate is sealed and he dies just like the car. Also these shots right here are just 😭

I'd ramble for hours but I don't have time🥲 but thank you!! I just love talking about these boys!!!! Also everyone seems to have been tagged but I'm not sure so I'll leave this open for anyone!!💖💖💖

[platypanthewriter]

Easy

Harringrove April Prompt 26: Easy!  Steve's a people person, after all, and when Billy showed up at the Byers' and started threatening everybody, he acted before he even thought.

Everything would have definitely gone differently at the Byers’—even now, Steve grimaced at the idea of Billy actually hitting him with the plate—but Steve had figured out how to weasel his way into a lot of houses for a lot of meals, over the years, and dealt with a lot of nosy parents, whiny children, and obnoxious dogs.

The second Billy bared his teeth, Steve grabbed his wrists.  “Easy,” he said, out of habit, and then kept saying it, because Billy’s eyes had widened, and he just stared as Steve pushed him back against the sink, just shoving again when he stumbled backwards.  The sink made a thud as he used his limited wrestling experience to slam Billy face-first down on top of it.

“The fuck are you doing, Harrington,” Billy panted, trying to grab for a knife on the drying rack, and then he yelled as Steve grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back.  “You gonna make me break your fingers?” Steve asked, grimacing, as Billy panted, his face shoved against the faucet.

“Fuck you,” Billy grunted, and instead of breaking his finger, Steve flipped the water on over Billy’s head, grabbing the hose attachment and spraying his head.  Steve squirted him in the face, once, like he was a cat on the kitchen counter, and Billy yelled louder.  “Fuck!  Fuck you, Harrington, let me go, you fucking psycho—” 

Billy roared as Steve squirted the back of his head, so he did it again, holding Billy’s fingers bent.  Billy flopped forward, groaning, and Steve switched the water off.  “You gonna behave?” he asked, like a dog trainer, but hey, it was working, and Billy Hargrove reminded him of nothing so much as a yelping, snarling dog chained in a corner.  “You gonna quit trying to knife me,” Steve asked, and Billy nodded, gasping, and shivering.  He turned his head to glare up at Steve.  

Steve made a face at the kids, who stared back at him—Dustin looked like he was about to die laughing—and then he reached over and grabbed a dishtowel.  He dropped it on Billy’s head, and let go of Billy’s hand and fingers enough for Billy to move.  Behind them, Steve heard Max and Lucas furiously whispering.

Billy glared from under the towel as he stood up, slowly, his shoes squeaking in the water on the patchy linoleum as he turned.  His eyes were intent and furious on Steve’s, his hair dripping down his shivering shoulders, and Steve grabbed his wrist just in case, reaching up with his other hand to towel him off.  Billy smacked at his hands, his blows weakened by Steve’s hand on his wrist, slapping at Steve’s other hand like a kid in a playground fight.  Steve bit his lips, moving cautiously, but he heard Dustin snort with laughter.

Billy was so busy trying to set Steve’s brain on fire with his mind, he didn’t see the hand Steve reached up around the towel on his head until it touched him, and he flinched, snarling.  “Sssh,” Steve told him again.

“We could knock him out,” Max said, holding up the syringe, “—hold him down again, Steve,” and Billy spooked, yanking his wrist in Steve’s hand, his shoulder thudding into Steve’s chest as he tried to scramble away.  It was cold in the Byers’ house already, but Billy was freezing in his sodden tank top and hair.  

Steve dropped Billy’s wrist, and grabbed his head with both hands, and he flinched, glaring at him.  “No, no, he’s good,” Steve told Max, as Billy tried to squirm away, his skin heating under Steve’s fingers.  Steve held on, grimacing.  “—he’s fine, let’s not shoot him up with anything, jesus—”

“Fuck you, Max,” Billy snarled, still twisting his arm in Steve’s grip—he had to be getting friction burns, Steve thought, and he yanked the asshole closer, against his shoulder.

“Sssh!  Ssshhh, Hargrove, easy, man,” he muttered, toweling him off, and Billy panted and shivered against him, glaring at Max, and at Steve, and into the middle distance, as Steve scrubbed his head dry.  One of his girlfriends, Liza, had had a grouchy Rottweiler she had to give baths to, and Steve had treated it exactly the same way.

While Steve had his hands full keeping Billy from biting anybody, Max was leading a rebellion.  She ran out with Lucas and Dustin, and Billy just sighed.  “What the fuck is going on, Harrington,” he said, and Steve wordlessly opened the refridgerator door to show him the dead demodog.  Billy yelled, backing into Steve, and Steve grabbed him around the shoulders and realized his mouth was on total autopilot, whispering “It’s fine, it’s dead, you’re good, you’re okay, eeeeasy,” like he was bathing a huge scared dog.

“Where the fuck did that come from,” Billy asked, stumbling back, and staring around.  “Lemme go, jesus, gonna drag that little shit back to—”

Steve grabbed his head again, shaking him gently.  “Whoa, whoa, easy there,” he said, and Billy glared at him, rumpled from the towel, and Steve’s hand in his curls.  

“The fuck is that thing, and what the fuck are you doing to me, Harrington,” Billy snarled, his cheeks pink, and Steve shrugged, letting his fingers scrunch up in Billy’s hair.  

“I dunno,” he said, grimacing, “—is it working?”

“Fuck you—” Billy started, and then they heard Billy’s car.  They both ran to the window to see it driving away, and Billy ran outside, screaming after her, as Steve grabbed his keys and ran out.  

“Hargrove!” he yelled, reaching in the door to honk the horn, but Billy kept running as Steve started the car, so Steve finally just followed and swerved in front of him, leaning across to roll the window down.  “Get in, asshole, we’ll follow them.”

“The fuck is happening,” Billy panted, yanking the door open and dropping into the passenger seat.  “What was that thing?”

 Steve tried to explain about twenty different ways as Billy stared at him, and then glared at the road, and said shit like “The hell d’you mean evil dogs,” and “There’s a hole in what,” and “Like in the Exorcist?!”

 They found the kids in the tunnels, and Steve fought back to back with Billy—Steve with his bat, Billy with the tire iron from Steve’s car—until they could haul the kids back out.  Something hit Steve from behind, and he opened his eyes on Billy’s glower, lying on something that felt like arms.  

“Harrington,” Billy hissed, along with the kid’s voices.  “Come on, we gotta get out of here.”

“G’boy,” Steve mumbled, reaching up and petting his head, before his head rolled against Billy’s shoulder again, and he closed his eyes.  

 When he woke again, he looked through the windshield of the sheriff’s truck to see Billy had Max in a headlock, but he didn’t seem to be hurting her, and she had stolen his car, so Steve let his eyes drift shut.  

The door opened with a creak, and he forced his eyes to open again on Billy glowering some more.  “...you alive, Harrington?”

“...think so,” Steve croaked out, then cleared his throat.  The pain was throbbing, but distant.  “Thanks, man.”

“...yeah, whatever,” Billy said, frowning harder.  His face was kinda red, and Steve reached up to touch it, cupping his hand along Billy’s jaw.  Billy’s skin was just as hot to the touch as it looked, and getting hotter.  He had stubble, and Steve ran his thumb over it, intrigued.  “...fuck are you doing, dude,” Billy hissed, looking around, but he didn’t move.  

“Sssh,” Steve told him.  “Good boy.”

Billy snorted a laugh, turning his head into Steve’s hand and giving him a slow, warm lick up his knuckles, and Steve jerked his head back, startled into waking up a little.

“...what’re you doing,” Steve asked, indignant.

“I’m a good dog, right,” Billy said, with a wide grin Steve found unsettling.  “Just giving you a little kiss, Harrington.”  He pressed a human kiss to Steve’s hand too, and Steve nodded, his vision reeling a little.  

“...s’better,” he said.

“You pick up a stray dog, you gotta take care of it, Harrington,” Billy whispered, and Steve nodded, his head aching, and petted him some more, stroking his fingers through soft curls as Billy watched his face.

 Steve woke up on the couch the next morning to the doorbell, and opened it on Billy Hargrove, smirking, with every kind of breakfast McDonald’s made in a bag.  

A bringer of food was always gonna get a warm welcome in the Harrington house, and Steve slid his arm around Billy’s waist, half to steady himself, half so he could dig around in the bag.  

“Don’t accidentally eat me, Harrington,” Billy said, his voice a rumble against Steve’s ear, and Steve staggered back, laughing awkwardly.  

“Sorry, sorry,” he said.  “Why’re you bringing me food?  Thanks though.”  He grimaced, waving Billy through the front door, and when Billy didn’t move, grabbed his wrist.  “Come on in, come in, sorry!”

“...thought you might be hungry,” Billy said, letting himself be hauled along.  “Do I get a treat?”

“What?” Steve asked, half paying attention as he pulled out four different breakfast sandwiches, salivating, and Billy leaned against his back.

“Pet me, Harrington,” Billy whispered, against his neck.  “I was a good, good boy.”

“What,” Steve said again, and Billy snorted, shrugging.

It had sounded like he meant it, was the weirdest thing, and Steve flushed, frowning hard at the breakfast selection as Billy dropped into a chair and leaned his face in his arms on the table, sighing tiredly.  He was quiet, for once, watching Steve decide where to start on his bountiful breakfast.  

Steve finally grabbed the first thing to hand—he found out it was a sausage biscuit, when he bit in—and reached over with his free hand to trace across Billy’s shoulders through the denim, and then over his collar to bare skin.  Billy shivered under his fingertips, and Steve leaned back against the table, feeling the high he’d felt walking into parties as King Steve, when everyone had tried to catch his eye.  He stroked his knuckles over the bumps of Billy’s spine, feeling him tremble, and said “Easy, sssh.  Easy.”

“Yeah,” Billy mumbled, sighing again, this time contentedly, as Steve scratched his nails gently through soft curls.

 At school a week later, Tommy slammed his shoulder into Steve’s in the hall, grinning back over his shoulder, and Billy stalked over to lean an arm around Steve’s back.  “Hey,” he whispered, “—you want your dog to snarl at him?”  

“Nah,” Steve said, watching Tommy slow to a stop, frowning back at them.

Billy bared his teeth in a grin, then leaned in and licked up the side of Steve’s face, holding Tommy’s gaze all the while, and Tommy licked his lips, swallowing, and then ran off, and Steve couldn’t help laughing.  Billy burst into snickers too, leaning his face in Steve’s neck.  “Did I do good,” he whispered, and Steve reached up and ruffled his hair, used to the ritual at this point.  “...mmn,” Billy grunted, leaning into him.

 He kept lurking around, and Steve would just hold an arm out, and let him tuck under it, or follow him out to lie on one of their cars during lunch, catching some sun, watching people slow down as they walked by to eye up his and Billy’s tanned skin.  He let Billy come over and curl up on the couch, his head on Steve’s lap, as Steve fed him potato chips for every right answer on Jeopardy.  

Billy was good at Jeopardy, and he wanted Steve to tell him so, which was hilarious, so Steve said “Yeah, yeah, good job,” and “—I mean, I knew that one, d’you deserve a treat, really,” and “—okay, fine, fine, easy, take your goddamn potato chip!” 

It was fun in a way Steve hadn’t had for a long time, messing around with a friend, and trying to figure out what Billy wanted, which was usually something like Steve putting the potato chip right in his mouth, so his tongue could brush Steve’s fingers, licking off the salt.  When Billy started yelling at somebody in class, Steve just grabbed him and whispered “Easy, hey, sssh,” and Billy stopped, so it was good for everybody, really.

 Nancy came over while the kids were playing D&D, because she and Steve were the rides, and she and Robin nodded to each other, and then looked around Steve’s house like something was weird.

“Where’s Hargrove?” Robin asked, draping herself in Billy’s spot on the couch.  

“He’s not around all the time,” Steve huffed.  “God, I need to get a girlfriend.”

Robin and Nancy locked eyes at that one, and then looked at him, like he’d said something bizarre.  

“What,�� Steve muttered.

“What are you gonna do about Billy,” Nancy asked, frowning at him.

“I’m—what?” Steve asked her.  “He’ll be okay, he’s not so bad.  I mean, if he’s an asshole to her, he can always go home.”

Nancy bit her lips together, raising her eyebrows, and looked at Robin again, who looked like she was gonna laugh.

“Look, there are girls who are into this, even if you two aren’t,” Steve told them, waving at all of himself before stomping upstairs.  

 That night, while he waited for D&D to wrap up, Max came and leaned against the wall next to him.  “...Billy’s got something for you,” she said.  “He wouldn’t give it to me, says he wants his treat.  You two are so goddamn weird.”

Steve blinked, and wandered out to where Billy was waiting for Max.  Billy grinned at the sight of him, and Steve couldn’t help smiling back, his stomach fluttering a little at somebody—even Billy Hargrove—so obviously glad to see his face, and instead of leaning down to Billy’s half-rolled-down window, he walked around and got in the passenger seat.  “What’s up?” he asked, looking over at where Billy was watching him.

“...I got you more of that aftershave you wanted,” Billy said, quickly, and pushed a plastic bag at him.  “There was some kinda deal on the cologne.  I was there, and—”

“Shit, Hargrove, that was expensive,” Steve said, frowning into the bag.  “Lemme you pay you back tomorrow, I gotta hit the bank—”

“Just gimme a treat,” Billy said, kind of...huskily, and Steve blinked at him.

“Whaddaya want?”

Billy laughed, grimacing, and then reached over and yanked Steve closer by the collar of his sweater.  Steve started to shove him off before his favorite green sweater got all stretched out, but Billy leaned in and kissed him, brief and dry, his mustache brushing against Steve’s lips.

Steve’s shoulder blades thudded against the inside of the passenger door, and he raised his fist to press it against the weird sensation of Billy’s breath against his lips.

“You said you wanted me easy for you,” Billy said, forcing a laugh.  “You got that right—” he stopped, glancing over, and then putting both his hands, deliberately, on the steering wheel.  “I’m just your fucking dog, remember, you just got licked by a dog, is all.  Don’t—it’s nothing, Harrington, don’t—don’t flip your shit over this, it’s just—”

“That’s what they meant,” Steve breathed, realizing.  “Asking what I’m gonna do about you.”

“Fuck,” Billy whispered.

“No, no,” Steve mumbled, his mind racing, and he reached over to stroke his fingers through Billy’s hair.  “No, you—you’re good, you’re okay.  What…” he trailed off, wondering what to ask, as he worked his fingers against the weight of Billy’s head, curled towards him in the darkness of the car.  “...is that what you...want?”

“The hell does it matter what I want,” Billy laughed, hoarsely. 

Steve tried to picture it—Billy already curled up against him all the time, or sat on him, he remembered with a flush, sat right in his lap demanding to be held, whenever he was drunk, and Steve had just gone along and done it.  Looking back, he realized he was a moron.  

Inside, Nancy’s room light switched on, and Steve bit his lips, remembering climbing up—his hunger to touch her, kiss her everywhere—and he tried to imagine that with Billy Hargrove.  He ran his thumb over the familiar, soft skin under Billy’s jaw, and pulled him close again to try a real kiss, just to see.  Billy’s lips were wet where he’d licked them, warm and soft, and Steve pulled back, his heart pounding.  “...that was good,” he whispered, startled, and Billy laughed, trembling a little against his hands, but crawling up onto the seat to lean closer.

“...come over tonight,” Steve told him, after kissing him again.  

“You gonna make it worth my while?” Billy whispered, reaching out to tug at Steve’s jacket.  

“You gonna play hard to get now?” Steve asked him, laughing incredulously, half at Billy, half at himself, for not registering how familiar the boy in his hands was, or how much that only made Steve want to touch him more.

“No,” Billy laughed, sighing.  “No, I’m not, nah.  I’m always easy for you, Harrington.”

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“Be.  Quiet.”  Steve is barely whispering, eyes deadly serious on Billy’s, their bodies tense against each other.  Billy’s eyes widen, and he can feel a flush of heat traveling up his spine.  He’s weighing whether to struggle when Steve tilts his head to one side, his entire body focusing towards something behind them; either Steve’s a much better actor than Billy would have credited, or he’s genuinely afraid of something.  A nod to indicate that he understands, and Steve drops his hand from Billy’s mouth, still tense as a dog on point.  Billy cranes his neck around the trunk, tries to ignore how very close his face is to Steve’s, strains to see what dumbass thing it is that has the other boy spooked.

He’s about to snort, half-convinced this is a prank, when he hears it.  A flurry of staccato clicks, penetrating and weirdly…wet.  It puts him in mind of those clickers that dog trainers on the Santa Monica Pier use, but different.  Faster, and more organic.  It stops, starts again, slows, speeds up.

“Harrington,” Billy says in an answering whisper.  “What the fuck is that?”