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Laughter filled the air as well as the scent of strong liquor. Music filled the empty spaces as the wind carried away any worries of the night.

You can find almost everyone down by the lake for a party like this, one held by the local teens and young adults of Hawkins. They had been at it for about an hour now and drinks were slowly settling in their bellies, causing so many laughs, carefree smiles, and bringing people closer than ever.

Here, you can also find couples snuggling up by the bonfire as they whispered nothings to each other over the rims of their cups.

People don’t kiss and tell at these parties, but gossip always travels fast when you were at the center of the attention that night. They catch wind of something that someone said, add a little flair of drama, then suddenly the next rumor is born. 

Then again, parties should remain neutral ground. That’s how the popular kids see it anyway. These parties down by the lake happened every summer and everyone was waiting to see what the next biggest story would come out of it as.

Two people happened to be missing from the roster of normal party-goers: Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove.

Normally, Steve would be challenging Billy to some cornhole match. Or Billy, the reigning Kegstand King would challenge him to drink until he was under some trees somewhere. 

Where had they slipped off to?

Maybe they were fighting it out, duking it out for the title of party king that evening. 

Or perhaps, they were duking it out for a different title.

The music was playing softly in the background, the water sparkling from the light of the moon. Another sound rippled through the surrounding area, the sped up breathing as skin touched skin. Fingers were curled in another’s hair, pulling each other impossibly close. There was no room between them, no room for Jesus, who would surely not mind if they were being a little sinful away from others.

A soft smacking of disconnected lips, heavy breathing, and sudden foreheads resting against each other.

“Think they noticed we’re gone yet?” Steve smirked as Billy laughed.

“Hell no. And if they did,” he stole another quick kiss, “then they figure we’re fighting somewhere.”

“Mm, suppose we are, aren’t we?” Steve said as he trailed kisses along his lover’s skin, as if trying to tattoo his imprints among the sun-kissed skin.

“If you say so, pretty boy. We both know I’m going to win anyway.” Billy replied as he grunted quietly. 

“Win what exactly?” Steve paused.

“Whoever can hold their breath the longest.” He smirked, “Obviously.”

“I hate to tell you, Cali, but that’s gonna be me.” Steve said confidently. “I was the co-captain of the swim team, obviously.” 

“That doesn’t mean shit nowadays. That was before I even showed up at this shithole of a town.” 

“Rude, but fair.”

“See? We can’t base that based off some old status.” Billy rolled his eyes and he looked at his boyfriend. 

“Whatever.” Steve grumbled and pulled him in for another kiss. 

“Someone’s being grumpy now.” Billy purred. “C’mon, pretty boy, ease up for me. Relax, I was pickin.” 

Slower, syrupy kisses followed that, slowly stealing Steve’s breath. How he managed to kiss like that, Steve would never know. It was apparent that he was outdone in his own damn game.

Then again, Billy had a little more experience in that department than he had. 

Kissing boys that is.

He never thought about it until Billy showed up with his beautiful curls, gorgeous eyes, and his dangerous smile. Nothing intrigued him more than he did.

Now, he was the only one to get to kiss this pretty boy.

And he quite liked that thought.

“-eve? Billy?” 

The two jumped away from each other as they heard a couple of voices drawing nearer. Billy groaned and he shifted so his lower half would be concealed by the water. As much as Steve wanted to laugh, he was in the same predicament. Lowering himself into the water, Steve looked at the gorgeous boy beside him.

How could they make this seem so casual when they weren’t just moments ago?

Billy whispered something, “Sorry about this.”

Before Steve could question what he meant, he was shoved underwater and then held for a second. As he resurfaced, he coughed. 

“What the hell, man?!” Steve exclaimed in shock.

“Jesus, chill, I thought we were comparing how long we could hold our breath.” Billy smoothly lied.

“Yeah! After we-” He was cut off by water being splashed in his face.

Tommy and Carol finally emerged from the woodsline.

“There you two are.” Tommy smirked, “You kicking his ass, Hargrove?” 

“You know it.” He smirked.

Steve’s jaw dropped before he realized what he was doing. He was covering up what was going on before they were caught. He could play along right now.

“You caught me off guard, it was hardly fair.” Steve huffed and that made the other couple smirk.

“Munson brought the good stuff tonight, you two in?”

“Hell yeah, go roll us up some and we’ll be there soon.” Billy’s answer came easily.

Tommy nodded in acceptance before pulling Carol along with him, disappearing from their view. They seemed to buy it.

Thank the damn stars.

Billy turned to Steve and smirked, kissing him now.

“Told ya. Hagan’s a moron as much as he’s a cocky prick. We’re fine. Nobody found out.” He said as he pulled back, playfully smacking Steve’s ass.

“I’m going to pay you back later, guarantee that.” The blonde said as he hoisted himself out of the water. “What do you say, shall we return to the party?”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Steve said as he lifted himself out after. 

A beat passed before he shoved Billy back in the water, making him laugh.

“Right after I beat your ass at a foot race!”

“You cheating asshole!” Billy roared as he climbed out, chasing after him and into the night once more. The cool wind kissing his skin.

He’d always pursue Steve, even if it was in secret, but someday, it wouldn’t be.

Steve had a rough day. His customers were rude as hell to him, he’d been dealing with a migraine most of the day, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his nest to take a nap. He had already texted Billy that he needed to cancel dinner for tonight. He needed to go lay down. 

While Billy was obviously upset, he understood very well that Steve had bad days. Part of him wanted to check on him anyway, but he wouldn’t want to intrude on his omega while he was in his nest. He wasn’t a typical rude alpha who would barge in. Maybe once upon a time he was, but now? Now, he cared about his omega deeply and wanted him to have his space if he needed.

‘Let me know if you need anything baby.’ [received: 6:03]

He wanted to cry from that simple text alone. He didn’t know what he deserved to have such a good man care for him. Even when his body was literally attacking itself. Now that he thought about it, his body was probably protesting due to his heat coming on. It was a few weeks away, but he also suffered from PHS (pre-heat syndrome). That felt like your body was aching, cramping, you were angrier than usual, and it was like your body wanted to fall apart on you.

Part of Steve believed it was part of all the hits that he took for the pups. He would never apologize or feel bad for defending them. He’d do anything for his pack. That’s why they made him pack omega after all. 

Maybe he should text the alpha back so he wouldn’t come looking for him. 

‘I will. Thx for understanding xo’ [sent 6:05]

Using his key to unlock the door, Steve paused in the doorway as he was hit with a familiar set of scents. Not his pack, not his pups, and most definitely not his alpha. That made his heart pick up the pace. Those scents could only mean one thing.

His parents had returned home for whatever reason.

Instantly, his anxiety spiked through the roof as he walked through the threshold. Removing his shoes and setting them by the door, Steve tried to steady his breathing. Judging by the scent, they hadn’t been here long. However, it was strong, so he knew they had to be here for maybe an hour or so. 

His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed a piece of paper on the fridge. 

Where were all his pictures of the pups? 

His heart was racing now as he two-stepped it to the kitchen, picking up the note. Of course, it was his father’s handwriting.

‘Steven,

You know better than to have strangers in our pristine home. This place is not a hangout zone for your bastard children to stay for free. I removed all the traces of them being here and de-scented the place. I’m ashamed of the way you have left your room as well. You are certainly not the pup that we raised. Your mother is even ashamed of the way you have left your room. Thank goodness I was here to clean it up before she laid her eyes on the eyesore you call your bed. Anyway, we are leaving again. Don’t you let me catch you bringing those children or your whore of an alpha around. If you can even call him that.

-Father.’

His room? His pups? They took away everything that made this place feel like home. He rushed up to his bedroom and he was hoping that they hadn’t touched his nest.

That was his safety, his safe place when everything was too much.

Throwing open the door to his room, tears instantly sprung to his eyes as he laid upon the room in front of him. His bed had been neatly made, the pillows, blankets, and things incorporated into his nest had been thrown astray. How dare they touch his nest? 

A whine erupted from his throat as the tears poured down his face. They had violated his sacred space and really tore his safety net away. The pups’ things were strewn about carelessly. Dustin’s goofy patterned shirt, Lucas’ sports jersey (clean of course), Max’s blue jacket, Erica’s pink jacket, Mike’s striped shirt, Will’s plaid outershirt, and Billy’s jacket were among the floor, tainted by his father’s scent.

His omega howled from the loss of the scents. Immediately, he could feel the world spinning and his head started pounding harder.

Without thinking, he instantly texted the same number he knew by heart. 

‘Alpha, need you.’ [ sent 6:10 ]

~*~

Billy received the text a few minutes after his omega had told him thank you. Thinking it was merely a text to ask to reschedule, his eyes widened as he read those words. 

‘Alpha, need you.’ [received 6:10, reply? ]

Immediately, he grabbed his phone to call Steve.

His heart broke when he heard sobs on the other end of the phone.

“Baby, what happened? Tell me.” He said while throwing his jacket on, trying to find his keys on the table.

“Th-they ruined it!” Steve howled.

“Ruined what? And who?” Billy held back a snarl fighting his lips.

“M-My nest! I-It’s ruined!” He sobbed again, harder this time. “I-I wanted to n-nap! I-It’s ruined!” 

“Hang on, sweetheart, I’ll be there soon. Keep talking to me.” The alpha knew how serious this was. If the omega was in distress for too long, especially given his conditions before this happened, he could drop.

He swore to any deity listening that if his omega dropped, he’d kill his parents. Steve didn’t have to say it before Billy assumed who had done it.

First things first, he’s gotta get over there first. 

He had never driven faster than he did that night.

After a short drive, he arrived and rushed into the house. “Baby? Where are you?”

The sobs broke his heart as his alpha growled internally. How dare they hurt his baby? He didn’t deserve this after a long day. He rushed up the stairs and into his bedroom. His eyes landed on the former nest that was now in pieces. Steve was clutching the clothing to his chest and sobbing.

“Doesn’t smell like them! It’s all wrong!” Steve sobbed into the items.

Billy approached him, setting his hands on his arms. “Look at me baby, I got you.” He pulled him in for a gentle hug. “I’m sorry those assholes destroyed your nest.”

Steve felt soothed by being surrounded with his alpha’s scent. Thank god they didn’t know about him dating Billy. They certainly would have found a way to ban him or hurt him. He didn’t want to worry about that right now.

“I need you to tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

He was only answered by him sobbing into his chest. “Okay, okay, I’m going to call the pups. We’ll get this nest fixed, okay? I know it was perfect, but you can build another one.” He rubbed his back gently.

Immediately, Billy sent a text to the group chat (though Steve was in it, he didn’t think he’d see it til later). 

‘Code Yellow. Need you all here, now. No questions.’ 

The responses started pouring in and admittedly made him feel warm.

‘Mom’s in trouble? Oh hell no. Be there in 5.’ -Dustin

‘Who hurt Mom? We’re going to beat some ass! Does Nancy need her friend?’ -Mike

‘I’m bringing Erica, don’t worry.’ -Lucas

‘You could have brought me with you, dumbass. I’m on my way.’ -Max

‘I’m bringing it anyway, don’t worry. Roundup begins in four.’ -Nancy

Billy put his phone away. “Don’t worry, sweetness.” He kissed his head. “It’ll all be better soon, I promise.”

Steve nodded against him and he whimpered softly. At least he had some family that actually cared about him and wouldn’t do the same to him.

“Alright, do you think we can rebuild your nest? We’ll start with some new blankets and pillows, then we’ll get them to fill in what’s missing, okay? It’ll be their personal touch to the nest.”

The omega liked that idea and nodded, looking up at his alpha with shining eyes. “Okay.”

His heart flipped in his chest again. How anyone would hurt his sweet omega, he had no clue. It made him so angry to think about that. 

“Tell me what you need and I’ll help.”

“Mmn, pass me that blanket.”

~*~

The Party arrived moments later and didn’t bother knocking since Billy was expecting them to come up. They each brought a new piece of clothing and heavily scented it before walking in the door. The shoes piled onto the extra shoe rack Steve had placed by the door, each one a different pair, yet it all seemed to fit there like it had always belonged.

“Steve?”

“Mom?”

The voices chorused together and Steve perked up a bit from the middle of his nest. He let out a soft chirp of acknowledgment, Billy following suit with a soft chuff of his own so they knew where to find them.

The kids poked their heads into the bedroom and their faces sank when they saw the pile of their stuff off to the side.

Dustin was the first to speak, “Mama, what happened?”

Lucas and Mike both kept their gazes trained on his face. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” Lucas followed up.

Steve glanced up at his alpha, then at the pups. “My parents came home… tore apart my nest.”

Immediately, little growls of disapproval filled the room. “Are you kidding? Don’t they know that’s the one rule? You don’t fuck with an omega’s nest?!” Mike screeched.

Nancy nodded in agreement, “Language, Mike. But what do you need from us?” She asked softly.

“New stuff with stronger scents to add in? Will fix it.” He said between his soft pauses to think.

The kids eagerly handed over their new clothing items, allowing Steve to take them individually and place them where he thought was best. It wasn’t long before the color returned to his face and he was chirping happily. His gaze shifted to his alpha for approval. “Very nice, it looks much more comfortable now.” 

Steve grinned, “Enough room for us and the pups!” He sits in the middle, pulling Billy close and gesturing for them to join.

They looked at one another with an undecided gaze before shrugging, each one piling into the nest and cuddling up to each other. Steve purred happily and nuzzled against each one, scenting them and eagerly calming down fully now. 

“You too, Nance, come on.” She playfully rolled her eyes before climbing in beside them.

The winters in Hawkins were cruel. That was something that Billy had to learn the hard way when hew as used to the warm weather all year round practically. When he bought his first winter coat, he realized then that he hated it here more than usual. Did that stop him from trying to show off his muscles he worked so hard for? Nope. He’d keep his shirt unbuttoned until his tits fell off if that’s what it took. 

However, some people didn’t like that idea very much. Steve had been the all caring and all knowing boyfriend. Winters were so pretty whenever it snowed. Nevermind the fact the snow collected on the side of the road and became dirty slush whenever it was scraped for everyday travel. Some days, he found himself relating to the cold weather. Somehow, he was more tan than his beloved blonde. It was something he liked to hold over his head.

It annoyed Billy, but he wasn’t going to lie. He thought it was hot that his boyfriend was more tan, sunkissed, glowing even. Somehow, in all this damned snow, he was gorgeous.

One particular day after it had snowed a lot, Billy was home alone and it was freezing in the house. He was bundled up in a sweater, some sweatpants, and about two pairs of socks. They were thin of course, but he heard that bundling up somehow helped. He didn’t think so. He could practically hear his teeth chattering as he rubbed his arms. 

“It’s fucking freezing… what the hell?” He asked as he went to check the thermostat.

His icy eyes widened upon reading the number on the display. It read 54. 

Shit. 

“Where the hell is pretty boy at?” He muttered to himself while wandering through the empty Harrington house. He needed to find out what he could do to warm the place up.

Rushing down the stairs, he made his way to the living room. It was practically untouched save for a blanket strewn about the back of the couch. Right above it was their photo, one of Steve’s favorites. They were posed on a beach in California and Steve was kissing his cheek while he had his tongue sticking out as he winked at the camera. His other hand was holding up the pinkie and thumb in a ‘hang ten’ fashion. It was ironic that this was their favorite photo. He had been so happy then, but they were in the warm weather in that. Here, he chose to stay and freeze to death… but he was happy. Truly happy. Nobody could take that from him here.

Either way, his mission was simple, find warmth.

Trudging over to the fireplace, Billy bent down and noticed the wood neatly stacked inside. Steve must have done that before he left for work. Of course, Billy had realized that this was not the time to realize that he didn’t know how to light the damn thing.

He was positive Steve had told him how to do it, but did he know? Nope. He was going to have to figure it out himself. No way was he going to call him while he was at work and bother him. Besides, his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit that he didn’t know how something worked.

Besides, how hard could it be?

Looking over the neat stack of wood as if it’d tell him how to do it, Billy huffed under his breath.

“Can’t be that fucking hard.” He mumbled to himself.

Picking up his lighter, Billy started to flick it and see if it would light.

Sure enough, little sparks flew out, but not enough to keep a steady flame. 

“Shit. Don’t tell me it’s outta juice!” He growled.

That’s when he looked at the fluid inside… Sure enough.

“Fuck me.” He tossed the lighter back onto the table and he sat back, rubbing his face with his hands.

He was going to freeze to death.

Glancing over to the couch again, that blanket seemed to be teasing him. It was inviting him now and whispering that he would be better off beneath it than trying to light a fire. It was useless.

But wrapping himself in it without lighting the fire would be admitting defeat. He wouldn’t be good enough for Steve if he wouldn’t be able to start a fire. Why was it so easy for him?

Then again, a fancy ass fireplace was different than a bonfire or a fire pit at a buddy’s house.

He stood up and he stalked over to the couch. Grabbing the ugly blanket, he sat down and pulled the soft fabric around him. He recognized this one as the blanket Steve’s grandma made for them whenever they visited her last. She was so sweet, very kind and considerate. She had sent them with a blanket sewed with love, something Billy hadn’t known from his own family. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his own grandmother, come to think of it. 

He really couldn’t remember her at all actually. The thought made him sad for a moment, but then he brushed it off. That was his asshole father’s choice. He wasn’t allowing Billy to see his mother’s mother if he could help it.

Any ties to his mother weren’t worth it.

How much time had passed while he sat there, he wasn’t sure. By that time, he flicked on the tv and he was watching some show. Or was he? He seemed to be lost in his thoughts until he heard keys in the door.

He whipped his head to face the doorway, perking up like a puppy almost. God, he was so whipped…

“Hey baby?” Steve had called, unsure of Billy’s whereabouts.

“In here.” He called back.

Steve walked through the entrance to the living room and he smiled fondly at him. “Hi baby, you look so cozy.”

“I’d be warmer if you’d come over here.” Billy grumbled.

A chuckle left his brunette boyfriend. “Aw, baby don’t worry.”

The older man shrugged off his coat and hung it up, leaving his shoes by the door. He smiled as he joined him on the couch, wrapping his arms around him and cuddling close. The blonde snuggled into his warmth and sighed happily.

“Why didn’t you light the fireplace since the power went out?” He asked curiously.

Billy was silent after that question.

“Baby? Why not?”

“...I didn’t know how to light it.” He mumbled under his breath.

Steve smiled fondly at him. “It’s okay, I’ll show you later. Right now, just wanna snuggle with you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Warm. Cozy. Safe. Loved.

Those were words that Billy never thought would go together, especially with the way his life was going. He wasn’t sure how he had lived life this long without having such a luxury, such a safety.

Soft little ‘tink-tinks’ were heard off the window as he laid in bed. His eyes shifted from the ceiling for a second to see what was happening outside. He sits up for a second to take in the sight of the snow falling faster, more furiously than the previous day. He sighed to himself, shifting to let his feet touch the floor. Hissing at the cold kissing the bottoms of his feet, he trudged to the bathroom and rubbed his arms. It was certainly cold outside of his little cocoon.

‘Gotta be quick. Don’t want pretty boy getting mad at me.’

The words echoed in his mind as he handled his business, stepping out once his hands had been thoroughly washed and dried. He noticed the little lump beneath the covers, a slow rising and falling signalling that he had been asleep– or so he thought. 

Slipping into the bed once more, the blond froze for a second when he felt arms encircling his body. He chuckled quietly. 

“Mornin, sunshine.” He cooed lovingly.

“Time is it?” A sleepy, slurred voice asks.

“Little after 6, we should get up and eat something.”

“AM?”

“No, baby, PM, we’ve been in bed all day.”

“But you love being lazy…”

“I know, but I also like knowing that you’re fed. Up you get, come on.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

“Do you really want to find the answer to that?”

“...Maybe I do.”

“Get your ass up, Steve, or I’ll make you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Steve purred.

That was before he received a smack with the pillow.

“Get up, asshole.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”

“You know that’s a lie.” Billy warned before standing to his feet. 

“Count of three…”

“You’re not actually-”

“One.”

“Baby, please-”

“Two.” He crouched slightly, narrowing his eyes with a smirk growing across his lips.

“Fine! Fine!”

“Three.” Grabbing Steve’s ankles, Billy dragged him towards the floor, earning a yelp in the process.

Before long, his feet were hitting the floor and Steve screeched. “HOLY FUCK- COLD!”

“I warned you. Don’t say I didn’t.”

“I’m gonna freeze my ass off.” Steve whined.

“Shoulda gotten up when I warned you.” Billy said as he hoisted the brunette over his shoulder, carrying him downstairs to the kitchen.

“Oh, I could get used to this.” 

“Shut up you.”

~*~

About an hour later, dinner was on the stove and Steve was tending to it. 

“Can’t believe you dragged me out of bed to cook for your ass.”

“You love my ass, so don’t even go there.” Billy smirked, throwing a wink his direction while sipping on a mug of hot chocolate. 

“I hate your ass right now.” Steve grumbled, stirring the pot with the ladle.

Somehow, Billy had talked him into fixing a pot of his famous soup. Usually, he only made that when he requested it or whenever the kids were sick. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some chicken noodle soup. His famous secret though? Steve threw in a little bit of rice and some egg in to make it heartier.

Steve wasn’t sure why this was Billy’s favorite soup or why he requested it so often. Part of him thinks it’s because the blonde doesn’t have to cook. However, he was also believing the theory that everything tasted better when prepared by someone you love. 

Billy certainly thought so at least. He knew it tasted amazing because it was Steve cooking it. Science did say something about that. He didn’t remember what right now, but he would believe it in a heartbeat. 

“Hell yeah, thanks, babe.” He took the bowl happily and the plate of grilled cheese sandwiches that Steve fixed. He pressed a kiss to his cheek with a resounding ‘mwah’ sound to make the brunette flustered.

No matter how long they had been dating, it always made him blush.

He snickered as his face turned as red as the mug sitting on the counter.

“Keep that up and I won’t cook for you ever again.” Steve pointed a finger.

“You wouldn’t.” He gasped exasperatedly.

“Try me.” Steve turned around to clean up the dishes, all the while, trying to hide the fact he was indeed flustered. 

~*~

After dinner, the couple usually either watched a movie or they were snuggled up in bed talking. 

Right now, neither of those things were happening.

Instead, Billy had an idea.

“Baby,” he started, obviously trying to get the other’s attention, “can we bake some cookies?”

“Bake? You wanna try baking?” Steve seemed surprised.

“Yeah, I want to try my hand at it.” Billy smiled innocently. “How about you teach me how to make those chocolate chip cookies of yours?”

“Well, shit, why not.” Steve figured as he stood up. “But you’re going to help me bake these damn cookies if we’re doing it from scratch.”

“I wouldn’t make you do all the work.” Billy said innocently.

Steve’s narrowed gaze made him smirk again. “Well, I would, but I’ll help.”

“Good, or else.” Steve nodded in approval before taking them to the kitchen again.

They gathered the ingredients in peace per Steve’s direction and laid them out. With Steve’s guidance, Billy was able to start measuring out the ingredients.

That was… until he got a wicked idea.

Grabbing the powdered sugar, he gathered some into his hand. “Hey babe?”

“Yeah, Bills?”

“It’s snowing outside right?”

“Have you seen the snow? It’s more so blizzard-ing.” Steve scoffed. “The hell you asking me that for?”

“Oh, well, I think the window’s open. Some got in here.” Billy responded casually.

Steve’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “What?! How?!”

Billy smirked before lifting his hand, revealing the small pile of sugar he collected. Taking a breath, he blew it towards Steve’s face, getting it all over the unsuspecting man. 

“What the fu-” 

He sneezed and shot more sugar everywhere. Billy was howling with laughter, gripping the counter in an attempt to not fall over. Steve couldn’t help but join in. Have you heard Billy Hargrove laugh? Truly laugh? It was so hard not to. 

However, Steve had an equally evil idea. Grabbing a fist full of cocoa powder, he blew the tiny mound right into Billy’s face. He started coughing hard. 

“What the hell?” His eyes shot wide. 

Now it was Steve’s turn to laugh. He wheezed from the sugar in his lungs, but totally worth it. The tears that streaked down his face leaving little sugar trails.

“You mother-” Billy cut himself off and grabbed some flour, clapping it across Steve’s cheeks.

An all out brawl ensued then. Ingredients were flying around the kitchen without care.

Their laughter died down as it shifted into panting breaths. They wiped their faces and observed the mess they created together.

“Damn, we made a mess.” Billy snorted and a puff of cocoa flew from his nostrils. 

He tried not to cough up a lung. After all, he had given up smoking ages ago.

“We sure did.” Steve agreed as his hands went to his hips. “You started it though.”

Needless to say, their brownies were not made that night. After cleaning up the kitchen, they were too tired to bake. Instead, they decided to end their night by getting clean in a different way. Once they were showered, the boys laid down in bed together. 

A soft kiss was placed to Billy’s shirtless chest. “Mm, best snow day ever.”

“Agreed.” Billy answered as he rubbed circles on his back.

The moment was nice between them as they listened to the soft music from the radio.

“Too bad we don’t have any brownies.” Billy decided to tease him.

“Fuck off, it’s all your fault.”

The former Californian laughed again. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a snowy night in, nor a better person to share it with either.

“Stevie, I need you to get the hell out of your parents’ house.” Billie scoffed as they relaxed in her pool one afternoon. She was sitting on a flamingo shaped floatie, sunglasses slightly skewed down her nose to see her better, and her red hot bikini hugging her curvy frame. Stevie herself was wearing a yellow floral bikini and it hugged her curves just right. Her own sunglasses were sitting atop her head as she relaxed in the shallow end, sitting on the stairs leading into the pool. 

A frown made her face scrunch up. “That’s easier said than done, Billie.” She sighed and looked down at her nails.

“Why? I got away from my folks and got a place, why don’t you move in with me?” Billie asked like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Are you crazy? They already don’t like that I’m friends with an alpha and won’t tell them who. You know how old fashioned they are.”

“Right, because they believe in alpha/omega relationships and nothing else.” She frowned. “I mean, I am an alpha. Why won’t they let you be with me?”

“Though we’re opposite designations… they don’t like the thought of me being with another woman..” Stevie said softly.

“That’s such bullshit!” Billie snarled as her fangs dropped. “We could be perfect together!” She hissed.

Well that suddenly got Stevie’s attention.

“Billie? I- what?” Stevie squeaked.

“Fuck.” The blonde muttered and looked up at the sky, groaning. “Fucking cat’s out of the bag now.”

“Y-You like me?”

“Yes, princess. I don’t just hang around you for no reason. While I do like to be around you, I think you’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen. This shitty town’s never done anything for me except giving me one thing. They gave me you.” Billie said. “Now I sound all sappy.” She pouted.

Stevie giggled as she swam over to her, grabbing onto the side of her floatie and looking up at her. “Billie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re cute when you get all pouty.” She smiled and laughed again as Billie’s face turned as red as her bikini.

That didn’t stop her from leaning down and responding. “And you’re all cute when you’re flirty.” The blonde smiled and connected their lips, earning a mewl of pleasure from Stevie.

~*~

“What do you mean I have to marry him?” Stevie’s eyes widened.

“You were promised to the Hagan family long after you presented.” Her father growled. “If you presented as an omega, you’d marry their alpha son. If you presented as an alpha, you’d be promised to another family with an omega.” He crossed his arms. “Pack your things, they’ll be coming to collect you in the morning. Once married, you’re going to provide an heir that will take over the family business.”

“I don’t want to!” Stevie stomped her foot. “There’s no way you’re going to make me!”

“Oh, but you’re an omega. You’re viewed as property to anyone else, especially in our society.” Her father continued and growled. “As your father and your alpha, you will obey me.”

Stevie shot a look to her mother. “You seriously can’t agree to this.” She swallowed, horrified at the thought of having to leave everything behind, especially her chosen alpha. The two had been courting in secret for weeks now.

Her mother fell silent, as usual. “What your father says, goes.” She had been promised the same fate unfortunately all those years ago. She was sworn to marry Richard, obviously not happy about it either.

“Fuck you.” She spat in her father’s direction. 

“What the hell did you say to me, girl?!”

“Fuck. You.” Stevie said and turned on her heel, grabbing her bag and running up the stairs. She slammed her bedroom door behind her and sobbed. 

How was she supposed to tell Billie? 

She simply couldn’t. 

But she couldn’t just not live her own life. She had to do something and do it fast.

Grabbing the phone, she dialed the number she remembered by heart all those years ago. A tear slid down her cheek as she heard the ringing back in her ears.

“Hey princess, what’s going on?”

“Is that offer still on the table?” Stevie asked shakily.

She could practically hear her grin over the phone. “For you? Always.”

“I want to take you up on it.”

“I’m on my way, princess. Be there in 5.”

Hearing the dial tone, Stevie hung up the phone and wiped her eyes. No time for getting upset now. The brunette was packing her bags in a flurry and making sure she grabbed everything she needed. The young omega was not going to let her father ruin her life again. She was going to find her happiness somewhere that wasn’t there.

Even so, she knew she would be cut off from her family, which was fine. She had enough in her savings anyway. The minute she turned 18, she automatically removed her parents from her bank account. Whatever money she had was hers, and that was a safety net at best. 

Taking one more glance around, Stevie knew this would be the last time she’d be in this room. She picked up a stuffed bunny from her bed. Cinnamon, she had named it, was won by Billie at the state fair up in Indy. She had held onto it ever since and it smelled just like her. Though Billie’s scent had faded from the plush fur, Stevie held onto it as a memory. One of the seldom few she had where she was purely happy.

So into her bag she goes. 

Hearing the familiar roar of the engine, Stevie was out the door. She dropped her keys into the bowl of keys. Her car would surely be taken from her too, so it was better to leave that behind too. It was an ugly reminder of who her family is.

“Stephanie!” Turning her head, she realized her mother was watching her now.

“I’m sorry.” She said quietly.

“I understand, but please…” Her mother rushed over with an envelope and handed it to her. She sniffled. “I’m so sorry that your father is like this.. I never wanted this life for you. You don’t deserve this.” 

That was the last time she hugged her mother. 

Taking a deep breath, Stevie walked out the door and never looked back.

After all, her true alpha was here to protect her from them. She’d never look back again.

Climbing in the car, Stevie immediately felt overtaken with relief, warmth, and safety.

“Hi, princess.’

“Hi beautiful.”

Suddenly, Stevie was embraced in a loving hug. The warmth was familiar, encasing her with happiness and support, but most of all, love.

“Don’t ever look back. They’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance.” Billie told her soothingly and rubbed her back.

Suddenly, she gasped when feeling tears soaking through her shirt.

“Oh baby, don’t you worry. I got you now. Come on, let’s go get some ice cream at home, yeah?”

“Home?” Stevie echoed with a raspy tone.

“Home.” Billie smiled softly.

“Okay, yeah, I’d like to go home now, please.”

“Then home it is.”

~*~

Warm. Cozy. That’s what Stevie felt when she woke up. She trilled softly when feeling strong arms around her waist. Her nose immediately went to her neck, sighing quietly as she breathed in her scent. It was unlike any other alpha’s scent which was usually musky, heavy. Hers was coconut, lime, and all things beachy. Stevie’s herself was more floral, like jasmine, daffodil, and a little bit of peach. Their scents were perfect together and almost like a tropical getaway.

Heaven. That’s what this was.

Stevie was in heaven when she was with Billie, her alpha.

They had moved in together practically overnight and they were finally at peace. People would talk, surely. Stevie Harrington living it up with Billie Hargrove in the trailer? Scandalous.

She didn’t give a damn anymore.

All Stevie cared about was being happy. At the very least, Billie was her happiness and she was going to always protect her.

Yes, they were young at only the age of 18, but they were here together. They’d finish school together and they’d probably never hear from any of these people again. That would be paradise to them definitely.

“Do you ever think of moving away?” Billie asked curiously one morning.

“W-what?”

“Do you ever… want to get away from here?” Billie repeated this time.

“I mean, I’ve always thought about it.”

“Yeah? What of it?”

“I’d like to… but I don’t want to leave behind the pups.”

Stevie had grown quite attached to a few pups that she used to look after. Namely, Dustin Henderson. That was her first pup she was trusted with. Claudia had always offered her a place to stay if needed and a warm meal before she would return home. The other pups followed right after: Lucas, Mike, Will, and El were a few more to name. Of course, she couldn’t forget about the other sassy, yet sweet pup, Max. Though she was Billie’s sister, Stevie adored her all the more. 

“We could always come back to visit.” Billie offered.

“We could, yes, but I’m happy here with you.” Stevie smiled warmly over her cup of coffee. Her wavy hair was thrown up in a messy bun; it was never good for Billie’s heart to see that combination. “It wouldn’t be the same without them.. I’d miss them.”

Billie could understand that. She never thought of having pups of her own, let alone, knowing if she could sire them. It hit her just then. If you take an omega away from their pups, even ones that were adopted and made pack, then they could enter a drop. She didn’t want to risk doing that to her favorite person in the world.

“Fine, after the brats graduate, we’re going to leave then. Will that be okay?” Billie sighed.

Stevie giggled, “Don’t call them brats, I know you have a soft spot for them too.”

“Whatever.” Billie huffed again.

“Oh, my big, strong, alpha, scared to admit she’s soft.” Stevie cooed.

That made Billie growl playfully. “Shut up.”

“You like when I tease you~”

“That I do, princess. That I do. Now c’mere, I need my morning kisses.” Billie tugged her close by her waist, sealing their lips together.

Happiness had never tasted so sweet. All it took was her to run away from her horrible future and into the loving arms of her perfect mate.

Who can you count on when things go south? Who’s going to be there for you to patch your wounds when you get in a huge fight?

If you were to ask Steve, he would easily say this group of weirdos that he pulled together last minute.

If you ask Billy, he’d answer nobody. He couldn’t count on his friends back in California, they’ve probably long forgotten him. Tommy H and Carol weren’t even his close friends either. They were groupies looking for the next hottest commodity, him. 

What happens when you lose that fight?

Steve would answer he gets drugged by the Russians and forced to tell the truth about something he doesn’t even want to spill out. He was pretty sure his head would be raging about that one. It was already bad enough he got the shit beaten out of him by Hargrove and he hated him for that, but he understood his panic about Max. That part he could forgive, now his comment about Lucas? Absolutely not.

That was his kid. He wasn’t going to play around when it came to his kids. Hell, Billy couldn’t blame him for protecting his little sister. In fact, nobody could actually. He realized he lost his connection to her the moment she decided to drug him and knock him out in that abandoned house.

He lost everything.

Billy wasn’t the type to sulk about, in fact, he was going to do the exact opposite. He was going to pretend like none of this shit bothered him.

That’s why he almost had a thing with Mrs. Wheeler. Yeah, he doesn’t like to think about that. It was only for show anyway since he felt sick the moment she started to reciprocate and pretend to think about leaving her husband to be with him.

God, what was he thinking?

That night when he was driving to the motel, he was actually going to break it off. He wasn’t going to continue flirting with her since someone else had caught his eye. He had it bad for Harrington; that he wasn’t proud to admit, but it was something.

He’d stopped flirting with girls, stopped trying to pick them up, and instead, he started to lay it thick on the brunette boy. Though he was older, Billy took that as a challenge to keep doing it. He liked pushing the envelope and seeing how much he could get away with.

Crash. Squealing of brakes. Smashing of glass.

After he had wrecked by the old mill, Billy pulled himself out of his car for now to investigate what the hell had happened. Rubbing the back of his head, his sharp blue eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of what could have made him crash. Raising his brow, Billy knew it was better not to ask who was there in the darkness. Huffing to himself, he shook his head and turned around to return to his car. 

Fwoop. Snatch!

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed as something wrapped around his ankles, pulling him back towards that abandoned factory. “Hey! What the fuck, let go of me!” He roared as he tried to kick whatever had its hold on him off of him. “LET! GO!”

His heart was racing with something he was very familiar with, fear. His screams were contained within the walls of the steelworks, his hands gripping everything in his path to try and hold himself off. His cries of anguish weren’t heard by anyone and he was sure this was how he died. Someone had him and they weren’t going to let go anytime soon.

A single tear slid down his cheek as he whispered an apology into the darkness.

“I’m sorry Steve… I’m sorry Max…”

That was all before he was dragged into the darkness.

~*~

“What are you doing out here, amigo?” He confidently strides up to Steve, playing coy for a moment. He noticed a figure in the window as soon as they started talking. Now wasn’t the time to draw attention there yet.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Steve retorts and puts his hands on his hips. Bitchy, he liked that in the man.

“My thirteen year old sister goes missing, all day. Then I find her out here with you, in a stranger’s house, and you lie to me about it.” Billy’s face contorts with an almost angered expression.

“She’s not with me, man.” Steve scoffed.

Suddenly, Billy gestures with his lit cigarette towards a window, seeing a familiar figure in the dim lighting of the house.

“Then who’s that?”

“Oh shit.”

The air was knocked out of Steve’s lungs as he hit the ground. Billy tossed his finished cigarette into the woods somewhere and he exhaled the smoke.

“I told you to plant your feet, pretty boy.” 

Then he swaggered on into the house, the door closing behind him.

Stars danced on the edge of Steve’s vision as he was once again knocked down. He couldn’t lose. Not this time.

So he pushed himself to his feet and chased after him.

~*~

Dark. Everything was so dark. Billy began to wonder what happened as he recalled that sudden memory. Was this all Steve’s plan? Did his little group of freaks crash his car and do this to him?

No, they weren’t smart enough for that.

Well, maybe the curly-haired one, that kid was freakishly smart from what Max told him.

Either way, he didn’t like this.

“Hello?” He called out as he stumbled through the dark, attempting to find a light source, anything like that.

“This isn’t funny.”

“You mean you do not like this game?” A growling voice questioned him.

There was a chill in his bones. Something didn’t feel right here.

“What the fuck? No, I don’t like this! Let me go!”

“Oh, but we cannot. We have work to do, William.” 

Yeah, Billy most definitely did not like that.

“What do you mean?” His heart rate picked up, obviously frightened by the voice and how it knew his name. His real name. Not the nickname he went by.

“You and I have work to do. These people, this place, it did not give you anything. I will make things right, you will see. Everything will be perfect.”

“Stop speaking in fucking riddles! Tell me what you want from me!”

A deep chuckle rang out, making the ends of his hair stick up on his neck. Something was deeply wrong here and he didn’t know how to go about fixing it.

“We will start by fixing your relationships with your family. Your sister will thank you for this.” 

“Leave Max out of this!”

He was met by silence, then suddenly, he was left alone it felt like.

The darkness quickly gave way to a window opening, which he seemed to realize was his body. He watched as his hands lifted up, his ring glinting in the pale sunlight as it crept through the boarded up windows.

“Oh shit.”

That wasn’t him moving anything. 

That thing was moving him.

And he had no idea where it was headed.

~*~

Hissing, the creature hated the fireworks as they hit his body, and Billy stood still, watching it all happen from inside. He was screaming for himself to wake up, to not harm anyone else. He was tired of seeing the destruction that befell his hands. He had already sacrificed Heather and her family to this thing. Now, he had to watch as it was after that girl Max was friends with.El, he seemed to recall. 

Before he knew it, his body was turning, heading towards the girl as she was on the ground. He was wrestling with her in an attempt to pick her up. Her leg was damaged and she was a prime target for that creature who was made up of their townspeople, the people who had lived in this town and he had made fun of. Soon, the monster slammed him away from the window, his body slamming into the floor. He picked himself up and he decided to sit on the nearest surface, a perfect mockup of his bed. 

He hoisted himself up, sitting down on the not so plush surface to wait. Tears were falling down his face at this point. Nobody could save him, not even himself. This creature had caused mass destruction and the town was fearful. He didn’t know if anyone was left. Or if anything was left for that matter. All there seemed to be was this stupid mall. 

Billy balled himself up and he let the tears flow, apologies flowing from his lips.

~*~

Basketball. He was good at that.

His father had found out that he wasn’t actually into girls. He screamed at him and berated his son, throwing punches left and right, beating the hell out of him to “teach him a lesson”. Blood poured from his nose, bruises were blossoming underneath his t-shirt. Neil wasn’t stupid enough to leave marks were people could see them.

That’s what made getting away with it so easy. Neil didn’t have to worry about Billy snitching to anyone because that would mean he loses the roof over his head, he loses the food that’s on the table, and he loses access to the one person who treated him like a son. 

He took beatings for Max too. She was too young to go through that.

He wasn’t going to lay a finger on her.

This one was particularly bad. He sat on his bed and wiped his nose, wheezing from the beating he took. Hearing a soft knock at the door, he didn’t even move. He knew that was Max from the pattern of her knocks. He didn’t have the strength to tell her to piss off. He could actually use the company.

“‘Min.” He muttered.

Max must have understood, or she was coming in anyway, that was a choice too. Lifting his head, Billy acknowledged her with a nod. A soft gasp escaped her as she took in the sight before her. Neil hadn’t been so careful this time and really let Billy have it. His nose was busted, his lip was too, and his eye was swelling shut. There was no way he could write that off as an accident.

The red-haired girl approached him with a first aid kit. It broke his heart knowing she had to know how to fix him up. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Max opened the kit and immediately began tending to his wounds.

“How d’ya know how to-”

“Fix you? I’ve bandaged you up a few times.. You know, Mom showed me how to do this.” She answered with a soft scoff. “He beat the hell out of you, huh?”

“I’ll fuckin say.” Billy muttered and winced as she put a cotton ball on his forehead. It was soaked with hydrogen peroxide to clean out the wound. Damn, she’d be a good nurse if she wanted to be.

“You shouldn’t have to do this.” He said quietly, so quietly that Max almost didn’t hear him.

“What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t? After all, you took that one for me, didn’t you?”

“No… I deserved it.”

“Why?” Max questioned as she paused wiping the wound to bandage it.

“He found out I don’t play for the same team.” Billy answered somberly.

“What does that-” Max paused to process what he said, “Oh…”

“Yeah, oh.”

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” Max whispered.

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do this to me.”

“Because you didn’t deserve it.” 

Billy’s bottom lip nearly trembled from hearing how heartbroken she sounded. After she closed the kit and stood to leave, his arms snaked around her and pulled her in for a hug. Leaning his forehead against her stomach, he swear he didn’t feel the tears start racing until she hugged him back.

One day they’d get out of there. One day he wouldn’t have to hide who he is.

~*~

“You ever think about what it would be like to get out of here?” Billy questioned one night. 

He and Steve were at the Harrington residence and smoking outside by the pool. It was a warm enough night and the pool had been cleaned since Barb’s death. He wasn’t about to let some bad juju come back while he was trying to have a good night.

Steve exhaled his smoke. “I do, yeah… Other times, I feel-” He paused to think of the word he was looking for.

“Trapped?” Billy finished.

“Yeah, yeah, trapped. That’s it.” He took another drag from his cigarette.

“You never did tell me why you called so suddenly. And what happened to you?” Steve asked as he turned his attention towards the blonde.

“My dad found out something I was hiding from him and he didn’t take it too well.”

“Shit, dude, I’m sorry.” Steve’s expression softened and his brows furrowed in worry. “Don’t hit me for this. But why did he hurt you? Like what exactly did he find out?”

Billy chuckled softly, ironically even.

“Neil Hargrove doesn’t like the fact that his son likes dick, not pussy.”

“O-Oh.” Steve coughed and he tried to recover from what he had just heard.

“Right on, good for you dude.” Steve flushed with a brilliant shade of red. “How’d you find that out?”

“I tried sleeping around, nothing ever felt… right. Not until I met someone.” He shrugged. “Not like I’m going to pursue anything with him though.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think he plays for the opposite team. He likes chicks too much.” Billy shrugs.

“Well, how do you know?” Steve questioned, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him now.

Billy took that moment to look at him. “I don’t know, Harrington, do you like dudes?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed inquisitively. “I- why are you asking m- oh.”

It was silent between the two of them for a while until Billy stood up. “That was stupid, forget it.” 

Before the blonde could completely walk away, Steve stood up quickly and caught his wrist.

“Hey, I never said I didn’t like dudes.” Steve smiled softly.

“You also didn’t answer my question. Just let me go, we’ll forget about it.” Billy tried to yank his hand away.

But that was before Steve caught his jaw, pulling him in for a searing kiss. 

His eyes widened before he melted into the kiss. The boys pulled away for air a moment or so later. Their eyes met; blue met brown in a clash of colors, all their feelings being unsaid, but lingering in the air. It was obvious they had a connection.

One that Billy wasn’t going to let go now that he had it.

"Be mine?"

"Fuck yeah, pretty boy. M'all yours."

~*~

The next time Billy lifted his head, he saw her standing there. That weird girl, El, her name was. He could see the 011 tattooed on her wrist. How she had one so young, he’d never know, but she was a badass in his eyes for it.

“It is time to go now.”

“Go? Go where?” He questioned. “And how are you here?”

“Go home.” El smiled. “I came to find you.”

“You mean?”

“Yes, out of here.” She extended her hand, wanting him to take it, so she could bring him home. “Back to the others, to Max, to Steve.” 

A blush creeped along his cheeks. Yeah, he wanted to go home, back to Steve, and where he felt the most comfortable. 

“Okay.” He placed his hand in hers, standing to his feet, “Take me home.”

Whoosh!

After opening his eyes, Billy’s met those concerned brown ones all over again. He was laying on top of her and keeping her pinned beneath his body. Suddenly, he felt sick, so he stood up and faced towards the loud screeching noise. The Mindflayer was extending its tentacles towards the two of them. He figured since he had been sacrificing her to it, that’s why it was creeping so slowly.

He grit his teeth together and reached out, basically pushing the tentacle’s arm away. He screamed, “Don’t touch her!”

Steve watched on with agony as Billy was doing that. “Billy stop!” His heart was pounding. Robin grabbed his hand and pulled him back. “Stop! You’re only going to get yourself killed!”

“He’s going to get himself killed! Rob let go!” He panicked and he looked at her. “Please.”

“No, Steve, I’m sorry. I can’t lose you.” Robin pleaded.

He managed to turn back, only to watch as that other tentacle impaled Billy right through the stomach. His scream erupted through the mall as he shoved the thing away from him, obviously taking back his authority.

“Fuck you! I’m not letting anyone else run my life for me!” He growled, desperately trying not to choke on his own blood. 

The next tentacle went right through his chest, making him fall to his knees. Before he could completely collapse, he felt someone cradle his head and pull him into their lap.

Cloudy blue eyes met those deep pools of chocolate.

His smile was tinted with blood, his own blood. “H-Hey pretty boy. F-fancy meeting you here.” He coughed.

“You promised me… You promised!” Steve sobbed softly.

“I-I know I did.” Billy wheezed again, staring up at him. Picking up his hand, he gently placed it on Steve’s cheek.

“Need you to do me f-favor.”

“A-Anything! I’ll do anything!” Steve sniffled.

“Lie to me, pretty boy.”

“W-What?” Steve was confused.

“Lie to me. Tell me we-we’re going to make it. T-Tell me about our lives after this.” Billy requested softly and his gaze seemed slightly far off.

“We’re going to get the hell out of here. A-And we’re, we’re going to get married. I don’t give a shit if it’s legal or not.” Steve sniffled. “I-I want a house on the beach with you. I-I want about two or three kids.” He wiped his tears away. “We’ll get a dog.”

“W-What kind of dog?” Billy wheezed.

“A golden retriever, o-or a lab. And you’ll be a mechanic to fix cars, I’ll be a teacher. We’ll just be happy, I don’t give a damn how, but we will.” Steve sniffled.

“S-Sounds good. M’tired, p-pretty boy.” Billy’s eyes were slowly shutting.

Steve knew he was losing this battle. He wasn’t going to be able to fight anymore. After all, he spent his whole life fighting. Billy had been through it all.

“Go ahead, baby, you go ahead and rest, okay?” Steve choked out.

“M’kay. L-Love you, S-Steve.”

“I-I love you too, Billy.” He stroked his cheek, getting the curls out of his face.

The gesture made Billy smile slightly before his eyes fully shut, slipping off into that peaceful warmth that he felt. His hand fell into Steve’s waiting one and a sob rang out from Steve’s chest. 

Steve was sick of the same old same old. What does one do in a situation like this, you may ask? 

He packs his stuff and heads out west. That’s what he does. 

Pedal to the floor, nothing but open roads ahead and the wind in his hair. Tapping his hands on the steering wheel, Steve hummed along to his tape blaring through his car. He was going to see what California had to offer one way or another.

How did he choose California? Simple.

It was far enough away for a better chance.

Now, Steve wasn’t like other knot-headed alphas. He was respectful, kind-hearted, and he had amazing instincts when it came to pups. He was especially the kind that the kids called “babysitter” since he looked after them like they were his own. Being in a position like that makes a guy really crave something he didn’t have. 

And he wasn’t getting any younger.

Hours on the open road will give you a chance to think, especially when he had enough time to think about what he wanted. He wanted to settle down someday, have a family, but he wouldn’t stay stationary in a town that hated him. He would want to travel around, not stay in the same place too long.

That sounded like the life for Steve Harrington.

~*~

The sun was intense as he stepped onto the beach. Steve’s eyes trailed along the shoreline, catching a glimpse of the white sand and the crystal clear water. California was pretty, but he wasn’t just trying to look at the scenery. 

Hearing a fit of giggles, Steve turned his attention to a group of girls as they looked at the magazine in front of them. ‘Alpha’s Digest’ the cover reads. What a tacky magazine. He scoffed.

If only he could forget about his mother’s collection of them in the foyer that nobody used anymore. Every month they got delivered and she’d shove them in a box in the front room so his father didn’t find out.

Steve shuddered at the thought.

“Alright, shitbird, you and your friends need to go on.” A voice barked.

That’s when his heart stopped.

Standing around 5’10”, the blonde, curly-haired man was standing with his arms crossed. A skull smoking was inked on his right bicep, appearing to be the only mark on his arm. That’s when he removed his sunglasses to glare at the girl in question, a smaller red-haired girl who was glaring back at him in a challenge almost.

They argued for a few more minutes until the girl caught him staring.

“Oi, you got a problem?”

The blonde snapped and raised his brow, approaching Steve with a blazing glare. 

“You should be staring elsewhere, pretty boy. She’s too young for you.”

“O-Oh, sorry, I wasn’t trying to stare!” Steve defended and held his hands up in defense.

Judging by the stance, and the scent patch on the blonde’s neck, he was an omega. Makes sense as to why he was so protective over the younger girl. Could be his sister or something, Steve reckons. 

“Then what’s your problem?”

“Shit,” Steve paused, “I’m new here. Just checking out the sights… and the beach.” He reasoned. 

The blonde was giving him an updown, taking him in and tilting his head.

“Makes sense as to why you’re so damn pale. You stick out like a sore thumb.” Oh, he’s sassy too, Steve notes. He likes this fiery omega already.

“So um, you wanna help a guy out? Give me a tour or something?” Steve replied weakly.

The omega in question snorts, “Aren’t you forward? Interesting.” He took out a toothpick from his shorts pocket, making him wonder how long he had been keeping those there. “Well? Gonna tell me your name, pretty boy?”

“Steve, Steve Harrington.”

The blonde smirked, “Billy, Billy Hargrove.” He mimicked him. “Damn, you’re pretty for an alpha.”

“How’d you clock me as an alpha?” 

“You’re not trying to jump in my pants like the other alphas ‘round here. I noticed you noticed my patch too. I’m not blind.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“And respectful? Shit, keep talkin and I’ll keep you around. Not used to that at all.”

Billy held out his hand for Steve, confusing the alpha at first.

“Give me your phone, I’ll give you my number. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Steve scrambled to grab his phone and unlock it, handing it to the blonde as he typed away. Looking closer at the omega, Steve realized that he has freckles under his sunglasses. It was really cute. 

“There. Better call me.” He winked and walked away. “I’ll be free around 6.” He called over his shoulder, giving Steve a full view of his perky and round ass.

God knows that he was going to have to head to his hotel to think.

And get his inner alpha to calm down.

~*~

‘Hey, this is Steve!’

‘Yeah, I know. You don’t listen to instructions very well, do you?’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘I said to call me, but this works too.’

‘Shit, sorry.’

‘It’s all good. I like when you apologize. It’s cute.’

‘So, are you free to show me around?’

‘What’s in it for me?’

‘I could get you dinner, your choice of place.’

‘Anywhere? Shit, you sure about that?’

‘You would know best, wouldn’t you?’

‘Suppose I would. Alright, meet me here at 7. Don’t be late, pretty boy ;)’

[location received]

Looks like he had a date to get ready for.

~*~

Dinner that night went swimmingly. He was able to spend some time getting to know the spitfire that was Billy Hargrove.

“My dad’s a piece of shit, my mom’s dead, and I have a new stepmom and stepsister. That’s who you saw me talking to earlier.” Billy said after taking another bite of pasta.

Steve nodded, taking a sip of the wine he ordered for them to enjoy.

“You’re different for an alpha, I don’t understand you.” Billy pointed out.

That certainly caught Steve off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we’ve been enjoying dinner and you haven’t tried to flirt with me, try to say some nasty shit, and then wine and dine me? I don’t understand.”

“Because I understand that you’re not an object.” Steve started to answer, making Billy’s eyes widen. “You’re a person and you deserve to be thought of as such.” He met his gaze so he knew he was serious when saying this.

“I’m not going to treat you like other alphas will. When I say shit, I mean it.”

They were both quiet again after that had been said. It felt like electricity crackling through the air; the pair could feel it. Whatever was brewing between them, it could only be contained for a little while longer.

Needless to say, dinner came to a close and the bill was paid in a hurry.

When they got in the car, the emotions were running high. And the hormones even higher.

~*~

Slamming against the door, Steve laughed as he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. “Alright, alright, easy.” He laughed before lips were on his again.

“You kept me waiting too long, pretty boy. Wanna see what’s under here.” The omega muttered as hands were wandering, feeling his body and setting his inner alpha off. 

‘Omega likes us. Keep going, make him feel amazing.’

Steve pulled him closer and smirked, shutting the door behind him with the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign swinging sideways. Oh yeah, he was going to enjoy this.

After the tangling of limbs and such, Billy was laying on his chest and he looked at Steve.

“Look, I don’t do this, okay?”

“This as in…?”

“Casual dates, then sex. It’s not something I normally do.”

“Well, I don’t either. Not usually anyway.”

They were both quiet for a moment. 

“Do you want it to mean something?” Steve asked him quietly.

“...Yeah.”

“Then it’ll mean something if you’ll have me?”

“Like?”

“Do you want to go on another date?”

“Are you skipping town anytime soon?” Billy fired back and looked up at him.

“I thought about it.” Steve answered honestly.

“Oh.” The omega’s usually beachy scent turned stormy. “I see.”

Sensing his mistake, the brunette tipped his chin back up to face him, “But I’m not. I’ve got nothing waiting back there for me. Here, I have you.” He pressed a kiss between his eyebrows. “I’m here for you.”

Those stormy blues once again turned a brighter crystal color, “Good. Don’t want you to go. Not when I just got you.”

“Then I’m yours, baby.” Steve smiled and their lips met once more.

“You’re mine.” Billy answered. “And I’m yours.”

Somewhere after midnight, you were sitting in the attic of your house as you prepped for your latest smoke sesh. Work had been stressing you the hell out and you were about ready to quit. Deciding against it, you knew you would need money for bills and such. Grabbing onto your bag with your lighter in it, you opened the container that you use to hide said stash when you realized something.

It was empty.

“Fuck!” You whined as you threw the container down beside you. “I thought I had enough!” Guess you were going to have to hit up your dealer to see if you could get some more.

‘You up?’ You sent the message and waited for a response.

‘Yeah, you need something?’

‘I’m out and need some more. Can we meet tonight?’

A few moments go by as you watch him type, then delete, and type again.

‘Here’s the address. Come alone and stay quiet.’

“Say less.” You muttered to yourself as you picked yourself up and off the window. 

Grabbing your stuff, you headed out the door after throwing on your favorite pair of shoes. You decided not to drive to his place since walking would probably be better. At least then, you would definitely be discreet about showing up to his place. It wasn’t too far anyway from what you remember.

~*~

After a few moments, you arrived at the house and sent him a quick text to let him know of your arrival. On the other side, music was blaring and there were colorful lights in the windows. Most people in this area knew Chris, the drug dealer, but not as a dealer. They knew him as a sweet and young boy with huge dreams of becoming a singer one day. You would argue that it’s all a front because of the way he handled his deals.

The door opened and his roommate let you inside. “Hey, come on in.”

“Thanks, um…?”

“Erick.” He supplied.

“Right, thanks.”

He nodded before shutting the door behind you. It seemed they were hosting a huge party because there were people everywhere. It seemed to be the perfect cover up for whatever he had going on with you. You were a little suspicious though as he never really hosted parties like this.

You squeezed your way through the crowd and made it to the living room. In order to blend into the crowd, you started dancing when a girl tapped your shoulder. She earned your attention as a flavored beer bottle was placed into your hand.

“Hola, chica! I was told to pass this to you!”

“Oh, thanks.” You figured why not. One beer wouldn’t hurt and it could help you unwind a little.

She seemed pleased after you accepted the beer and moved on. The lid was still screwed on tight, so it didn’t seem tampered with. Not risking anything, you set the bottle down and waited for him.

Chris happened to find you right at that moment and he moved closer, pulling you closer as a man kept staring at your ass. He seemed a little jealous and it made you wonder why before he muttered in your ear.

“Play along.”

“O-Okay.”

After wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you fell into the same rhythm before he looked at you, “Now then, how can I help you?”

“You know why I’m here, Chris. I didn’t come to party.”

“Of course, princesa, I know that.” He scoffed. “Follow me if you really want to get what you came for.”

There were the magic words you were looking for all night. You really wanted to get the stuff and head home before anyone else tried to offer you something else.

Before anyone could ask, he grabbed your hand and pulled you upstairs with him. Oh, got it. He’s making it seem like he’s just taking you to bed so you could look less conspicuous. After all, no one here knows who you are besides some random girl that was invited.

Oh how wrong they were.

The door shut behind you both as you took a breath of relief. “Thank god.” You muttered as you rubbed your temples.

However, the temperature in the room seemed to be getting hotter as you realized that Chris was staring at you. 

“What?” You snapped as he pointed downwards.

Your flannel had become unbuttoned to reveal the crop top beneath it. It was rather cute; black across your breasts and solid while the top and sleeves were made of a light mesh material, your shorts were a light wash, and your shoes happened to be a pair of (F/S). It was really cute with the jewelry you decided to wear (if any). 

A huge blush spread across your face. “Oh, don’t mind that.”

Your piercing happened to be glinting in the LED lights of his room as well, not helping the situation as he kept staring you down. 

Grabbing the cash from your pocket, you held it out to him for the five grams you would be buying from him. It would last you until your next paycheck anyway since you didn’t smoke too often. 

“K-Keep it, I have other plans.”

“Such as?”

He was quiet for a moment before stepping closer to you, smirking evilly.

“This.”

~*~ SKIP PAST THIS PART IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ SMUT ~*~

That’s when you felt him push you against the bed, hovering over you as his lips slammed against yours. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as it came out of nowhere and really surprised you. His hands immediately pushed your flannel off of your shoulders and made you drop the cash you were previously holding. Your hands immediately flew up to his hair and tugged, making him grunt into the kiss as his hips ground down against yours. Your mouth flew open to moan and he took that moment to slither his tongue into your mouth.

Things had definitely taken a turn for the unexpected, but not unwelcome. Tonight might be fun after all.

Hands worked quickly as you undressed one another, fighting to take dominance as neither of you wanted to submit to one another. In the end, however, it seemed that Chris had won this fight.

You were in complete and utter bliss as his fingers began to work at your core, making you unwind and clench your fists against the bedspread. He joined his fingers by throwing his tongue into the mix, sending stars flying from the sky into your vision. Is that what heaven felt like? Your toes curled as you panted, begging him for more.

That’s when you caught a glimpse of his smirk as he stood up, wiping his mouth with his tongue and licking his fingers.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Those were dangerous words.

You shivered with anticipation as he grabbed a condom from the drawer, “Turn around, Princesa, I want to see every bit of you.”

Your body immediately moved ahead of you as it flipped you onto your stomach, then you could feel him grabbing onto your waist and pulling you right where he wanted you. It didn’t take too long before hearing the rustling of the wrapper and his chuckle as he watched you wait. 

“My, my, look at how you’re presenting so pretty for me.”

“Shut up and fuck me already!” You begged.

“With pleasure.”

After pushing in, you felt so tight around his throbbing length, earning a groan of pleasure from him.

“God, (Y/N), you’re so tight~”

He started thrusting in slow and steady at first before picking up the pace. In and out like a piston working hard in an engine, he was brutal and unrelenting. Your fingers curved into the bedspread and pulled, disheveling the bed a little. You didn’t care and neither did he. You were too wrapped up in this perfect bliss.

His hands gripped your waist pretty hard, reminding you that you were in the present and he was actually doing this with you. They said that sex could help forget about your problems and you were happy to agree with them. You were getting so lost in the way he felt moving in and out of you.

It was filthy to hear the sinful sounds of the room: skin slapping, moaning/grunting noises, the bed hitting the wall. You were almost positive that if anyone walked by, they wouldn’t hear it from how loud the party was downstairs. Yet, it felt so intimate and passionate in here. 

“C-Chris, I’m close!”

“I’m gonna-” He groaned.

That was before you both climaxed and released your highs together. 

You almost didn’t notice the way he smiled at you goofily once finished.

~*~ CONTINUE ~*~

Fixing your clothing and your hair before leaving, he placed what you were after originally in your pocket. 

“This is for you. Thanks for letting loose and having some fun. Come see me again.” He winked.

“You’re trouble.” You muttered while smacking his chest lightly.

That earned a chuckle from him before he kissed your cheek. “Seriously, come by again. Maybe not for our usual, you know?”

“I might take you up on that.” You did your signature wave before heading out the door. 

After arriving home, you put away the stash jar before you noticed the note attached to the cash you tried to give him.

‘Seriously, princesa, I had a great time. Let me take you out sometime? We can smoke after :P - Chris. P.S. Enjoy the freebie!’

That brought another blush to your face as you lifted the blunt included with the note. Looks like you were going to take him up on his offer sometime.

As you watched the smoke take off into the cool late night air, you realized that you had it bad for your plug. Looks like you were stuck with him for longer than you thought. Sitting back, you realized that it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Loud music, popping of bottles, grinding and sweating bodies lingered on the dance floor. Hands were searching for your waist as he passed by people, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Yes, you. You were the one he had his eyes on that night while you were out. You were too busy dancing to even notice how loud everyone was getting as they whooped and hollered in your group. His usual honey-brown eyes were darkening with every move your body made.

His tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping between his lips to moisten them as he watched your body in that hot outfit you were wearing. The heat from the club didn’t seem to phase you as much as it did everyone else. Hell, the sweat was glistening off of you and he wanted to lick it off of your body. God, why did he have these thoughts about you without even knowing you?

All he knew was that he wanted you. Richard Camacho was a bad boy with a reputation to boot. His money was good as gold as well as his word, at least, that’s what some girls would say about him anyway. He wanted you and he was going to do whatever it took to have you in his bed that evening. You weren’t so easy to catch and he liked that about you. However, one thing he noticed was that sash around your body. You were also wearing a crown that said ‘Birthday Queen’. He could guess why you were here anyway.

Smirking to himself, he slides up beside you and catches your attention for once.

“Hola, mami. I see it’s your birthday?” He purred.

“Si, it is!” You giggled. “Care to buy me a drink?”

“For you, of course. What’s your drink of choice?”

“Champagne? I’d like to try your favorite.”

“Ooh, you’re a baller, mami. I like that. Be right back.”

Just like that, the man had slipped away just as quickly as he had spotted you. Your (color) eyes were focused on him as he got to the bar. Shrugging your shoulders, you looked away and decided to continue dancing. As if on cue, the music picked up the pace and you danced along happily.

After receiving the expensive bottle of champagne, Richard made his way through the crowd and back to you.

“Apologies, mami, they had none of the best stuff. This is another favorite though.”

“Ooh, looks great. Mind pouring a glass or two?” Clearly, you were interested and wanted to get to know this man.

~*~

Though after the bottle was gone, you couldn’t remember the next bottle you shared… or the one after that one. All you really remember was this man was hot and giving you several drinks from the bottle. You laughed, had a great time, and you were getting drinks. As his body grinds behind yours, you could feel the need growing for him. Eventually, he had you tilt your head back against his chest, your back pressed to his front. His hand gently caressing your jaw open while the other poured that champagne right into your mouth.

“Open wide, I know you’re thirsty.” He smirked as he purred that into your ear, biting the outer shell slowly.

It felt like the room was ten degrees hotter after that. You leaned your head forward after drinking that down as his tongue wet his lips once more. Feeling the magnetic connection, you pulled him closer by his shirt and kissed him.

That ignited something in him of course. 

~*~

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in a stranger’s hotel room with no idea of what happened to you. Your outfit was on the floor, your crown and sash thrown carelessly on a chair nearby. Whatever happened to your heels? You wouldn’t know. After getting up, you trudged to the bathroom.

There were bruises all over your inner thighs, your waist, and you had some dark markings on your collarbone area. Needless to say, you had quite the birthday party with a handsome stranger. Question is, do you have his number or did he leave any trace of who he was? 

You touched the markings on your neck as the memories from the previous night came flooding back…

Hot, sweaty, the need to get out of these clothes of yours. Your legs met the edge of the bed as he pushed you down, throwing off your sash and your crown. Your back hit the mattress after clawing off his shirt and his leather jacket. Off came his tight jeans…

Next thing you know, he’s sucking marks into your neck and calling you ‘mami’ like he had been for the past few hours.

Your hands then migrated to the marks on your hips.

His hands grasped harder as he tried to get closer to you, grabbing any skin he could find. He didn’t want you anywhere out of his sight for that matter.

Blushing, you dared to move your hands lower to where your thighs are.

“Ah, just like that!” You moaned as he came between your legs, mouthing at your sensitive bundle of nerves. He then gripped your thighs harder as he held your legs up above your head. You had no idea you were that flexible… holy fuck. 

“Enough playtime, let’s get to the main event.” Richard purred as he pulled off of you, his oh so devilish smirk teasing you from above. 

“Lemme hear you say ‘aah’ when I please you, princesa~”

Princesa? You nearly came from hearing his voice dripping with sex.

Your legs became wobbly as if on cue as you gripped the counter to catch yourself. Suddenly, you feel those same sinful hands clutching your waist.

“Easy, mami, wouldn’t want you to fall harder for me~” 

You gasped as you came face to face with the man who gave you the best birthday sex of your life. And most of it you couldn’t remember! Oh man, you wished you were sober to remember all of that.

“You know… since you’re still here… we can have another round? This time, completely sober.” Richard suggested flirtatiously.

You turned in his arms and looked up at him, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh really? You sure you can handle me at my full capacity?” You started to tease. “You haven’t seen anything yet, pretty boy~”

Let’s say that he’s eager to see what you’re made of. Your birthday was amazing, even if he made you say ‘aah’. But let’s see what happens when you’re in control now.

“I’m sure I can handle you. What’s the worst you can do to me?”

Suddenly, you had an evil smirk cross your features.

“Just remember that you asked for this.” You singsong before you gripped the material of his muscle tank.