#he’s clearly on some kind of drugs his eyes were super unfocused... or he’s just dying

[barbarasbae]

Even in Hawkins-Permission

Part three of Even in Hawkins 

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader,                    Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

Word Count: 1.6k

 Warnings: Implied smut, making out, 18+ please 

Y/n was well aware she had let the drugs and the punch get the best of her at the party, embarrassed. She felt like Billy deserved to be thanked. She went up to him in the parking lot after school, the alpha waiting for his little sister as he lit another cigarette. “Hey.” He smirked. She got close and kissed him on the cheek, taking a large step back after. “Thanks for helping me on Saturday. I couldn’t think straight like that. It was awful.” 

“Any time sweetheart.” He winked, a tint coming to her cheeks. He liked that. It meant he was making progress. Billy noticed as time went on that the two omegas were getting bolder...more couple-y. He observed them reaching for one another’s hands more frequently. Steve was getting more confident about it, even wrapping his arms around her occasionally. 

“Steve?” 

“Hm?” 

“Wanna see a movie on Saturday?”

“God yes.” She giggled, giving him her applesauce. His parents were surprisingly home that weekend, Steve getting real sick of dealing with his dad constant reprimanding, his mom wine drunk and telling him he needed to find an alpha soon so she could start spoiling grandbabies. Steve just nodded or rolled his eyes, practically flying out the door at the sight of Y/n’s car in his driveway. He threw his arms around her when she got out of the car. “Thank god. It’s almost worse when they’re home.” She frowned, rubbing his back. “Steven! Get off of her!” His mom called, standing in the front doorway. She kissed his cheek, Steve smiling at the weird grunt his mom. They giggled and got in the car, Y/n driving off. Steve and Y/n shared a popcorn, not really paying attention to whatever they were supposed to be watching (some kind of horror movie. maybe) in favor of making out. The theater was pretty much empty, the pair thankful it was just betas and then one bonded alpha/omega pair, meaning they probably wouldn’t get harrassed by someone thinking they were hot or an abomination. “Steve, not so hard.” She hissed, Steve having nipped her bottom lip pretty hard. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” They left the movie a little worse for wear, lips swollen, lip gloss smeared on both of them, Y/n laughing and trying to help Steve when they got to the light. “I think you might just need to fix it yourself.” They did a quick pit stop to look like they hadn’t just been making out for the last two hours. Y/n took the backroads home, spotting a familiar blue car about three miles out of town. She slowed to a stop, seeing the hood open, Billy looking into it. “You need help?” He looked up, seeing his favorite couple staring at him. “No.” She shrugged and took a little detour, finding a mechanic and telling them where Billy was. She followed just in case. He was still struggling when they got back. “Do you like him?” Steve asked, suddenly worried. He wasn’t an alpha. What if she left him, just like Nancy? Was he not enough? Was he not smart enough? Big enough? Man enough? “I’m just being nice.” Her voice pulled him out of the spiral of thoughts. “I...tolerate him. Maybe even like him like this much.” She held up her hand, her pointer finger and thumb practically touching. “It’s just ‘cause he was nice to me when I needed it, Steve.” She leaned over and kissed Steve’s nose, interlocking her fingers with his. He has to admit he loved when she was super physical with him, soothing him a little. “You sure you don’t need that ride, amigo?” He huffed and got in her back seat, Y/n and Steve driving a silent Billy to the mechanic’s shop. Steve was pouting in the front seat, Y/n trying to ignore him. They sat with Billy, playing black jack while they waited. “I wanna deal this time.” Steve begged, Billy rolling his eyes and pushing the stack of cards over to him. “You’re a priss, you know that Harrington?” Steve didn’t say anything to them, grumbling under his breath, Y/n laughing when she caught ‘at least I can get an omega to suck my dick.’ Billy won most of the rounds, Y/n’s cards almost perfect whenever she won, basically just watching Billy take on a good five cards before they showed their cards. “Hargrove?” Billy got up and took care of his car. “You wanna go get dinner?” Y/n asked Billy, holding Steve’s hand tightly. “Sure.”

They all met up at what used to be Benny’s diner. “So why were you out that far from town?”

“Had a date.” She nodded, turning her attention to Steve. Billy felt like an intruder to the soft spoken and probably tender hearted conversation they were having. She kissed his cheek, Steve wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. She dropped her head on his shoulder. “So I assume you two are a couple.” Steve nodded. He whispered something to Y/n, whose face tinted slightly before nodding. “My house is empty for the night. Wanna get this stuff to go?” The boys agreed, Y/n leading the way, Billy following a little too close for comfort. It was late at this point, most of the neighborhoods lights off. Steve sipped on his milkshake while she unlocked the door, not liking how close behind her the alpha was. They sat around the kitchen table, Y/n snorting when Steve relayed what he and Dustin had talked about at three in the morning that day. “That’s terrible advice Steve.” He looked confused. “How are girls supposed to know you’re interested when you act like you don’t care about them? I bet it works with most alphas, but in general, doesn’t make sense.” She critiqued. “Well it worked on you didn’t it?” 

“I don’t think that counts.” Billy had been quiet the entire time, taking their dynamic. She was more submissive than he’d ever seen her, Billy taking pride in the realization that he got under her skin all the time. She seemed to take the lead with Steve, especially in Billy’s presence, but was clearly unsure of herself, hesitant with certain touches. Billy wondered as she fed Steve a fry if she’d be submissive to him. He got up, picking up his plate, her jumping up to take it immediately. “Do you need something to drink?” She asked Steve, who shook his head. She took plates to the kitchen, the boys moving a little closer as she got up. 

“So how did you get another omega to date you, pretty boy?” He pinked at the nickname like always. He shrugged. “We just kept hanging out and then one day we were making out on my couch.” The blond nodded, twisting one of his rings. “What was up with you at practice today, man? You seemed...unfocused.” Steve bristled a little and Billy knew the reason practice had gone the way it did was because he was making as much contact with Steve as often as he could. The omega had tripped over his own feet when Billy’s hand ‘accidentally’ grazed his thigh. “You weren’t any help.” Steve was right. Billy had also been shit at practiced, more focused on getting to the omega than he was actually getting practice in. Y/n came back to their faces a few inches from each other, a certain look on Steve’s face. She came to stand behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Do it.” She told him in a whisper. “Really?” He whipped his head up to look at her, her nodding. “I’m right here if you need something.” She promised. “Just make sure you take my comforter off my bed I don’t know how to get slick off of that.” She kissed his cheek and went to the couch, turning on the tv. She heard thudding footsteps as the boys tripped over themselves to get up stairs, Y/n later finding a boot on one of the steps when she went to get water. She sat on the couch, finding cheers, the added noise of her headboard tapping the wall upstairs making her smile. About an hour and a half later, pink faced Steve came down the stairs, his shirt backwards, only wearing one sock, shoes in hand. “Hey Billy’s gonna take me home.” 

“Okay. Honey your shirts on backwards.” She chuckled, Billy coming down the stairs as she helped him fix it. “Good night.” She kissed Steve, him kissing her nose. Billy found his other boot and walked into the kitchen where she was washing out a mug. He found her waist, setting her down on the counter a foot away from the sink. “I didn’t get any time with you, sweetheart.” He purred, one hand gripping her thigh, the other holding her close to him. He smirked at the heat that rose to her skin, lips going under her chin to her throat, sucking gently. She gripped his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him before she could stop herself. He nipped, her moaning softly. “S-stop.” She protested softly, hands going to his hair. She tugged, Billy groaning into her neck. “Please get off.” She whined,  pushing his shoulders gently. He stopped, looking at her curiously. “Another time.” She said meekly, not knowing if Steve was okay with this. He kissed her, her kissing back for a moment before pushing him all the way off. “Bye.” She said softly after he helped her off the counter. Billy watched her straighten her clothes, following out of the kitchen. “Don’t have too much fun.” She teased Steve, knowing one of the boys wasn’t actually going home tonight. He nodded. Y/n watched Billy guide  Steve out the door, hand firmly planted on his ass. Steve was going to have a lot to tell her about in the morning.

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