Prompt: You’re Steve’s gf and the golden girl of Hawkins High School … and you aren’t quite as good at taking the high rode as your bf when it comes to Billy Hargrove.
Warnings: Innuendo. Language. Threats. Basically 25% trying to kill Billy; 75% fluff with Steve’s gf being the Mother of his Children
You shoved you’re books in your locker just in time for Steve to sweep you off your feet.
“Hey, good lookin’.” He smiled.
You rose an eyebrow and restrained a laugh. “Hi Gorgeous. Why are you so chipper?”
He sighed, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Well I’ve got this crazy hot date tonight.”
“Ugh, I know, she’s so out of your league.” You grinned. “How do you cope?”
“Well, you know I’m good in the sack.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
You tossed your head back in laughter, checking to see if anyone had heard him, before leaning closer.
“You do have that going for you.” You murmured, pecking him on the lips.
“Yeah?” He kissed you back, and didn’t pull away this time, pressing you against your locker.
“Harrington. Leave room for Jesus, will you?” Ms. Lockhart barked from her classroom door.
You pulled away from him and giggled, the slightest hint of blush in your cheeks as you peeked over Steve’s shoulder.
“Meet me at my car?” Steve said.
“Why don’t you meet me at mine, sweetheart?” Billy Hargrove strutted by the two of you, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. “I’d love to give you a ride.”
Steve took his hands from your waist to face Hargrove, but you grabbed his hands and put them back on your hips, looking Billy in the eyes.
“Stick to what you’re used to, Hargrove. We both know your car isn’t built to handle a girl like me.” You said evenly.
Tommy, who flanked Billy, let his mouth drop, a giggle escaping.
“Shut your mouth.” Billy said, with a side glance at Tommy, and then looked back to you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Well that’s one hell of a bluff, baby. Why don’t you call me, if you’d like to prove it?” He winked at you and then looked at Steve, “Or if you just get bored.”
You and Steve both watched him as he made his way down the hallway.
“Wow.” You said. “What a dick.”
“Yeah, he’s been after me for a while.” Steve shook his head, “All this alpha male stuff about who runs this school or whatever. It’s bullshit, don’t worry about it.”
“I won’t.” You said, then Steve looked at you.
“‘We both know you couldn’t handle a girl like me’?” He rose an eyebrow, a smile on his face.
You bit your lip. “Yeah, was that a bit much?”
“Babe, that was so hot.”
You giggled as he pressed you up against the lockers once more, his lips on yours.
He broke away. “Sorry Ms. Lockhart.” He said, still looking at you. “God, you’re wonderful. Do I tell you that enough?”
“No, not nearly.” You smiled.
“Jesus Christ. Why don’t you just cream your pants now, Steve?” Came Dustin’s voice, with Will, Lucas, Mike, and Max in tow behind him.
“Fuck off, man.” Steve took a step back. You noticed a slight blush in his cheeks, and it made you smile.
“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” Dustin said. “No really, we can all turn around, give you your privacy in this public school hallway-”
“Hey, I’m the one with the car. So clearly you didn’t hurt my feelings, or your ass would be biking home.” Steve griped, grabbing your hand as you all made for the parking lot.
“Sorry about that again, by the way.” Max said sheepishly.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Lucas reassured her.
“Yeah, she can’t help it her stepbrother’s the Antichrist.” Dustin added.
“Billy Hargrove? What’d he do?” You turned to look at them.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve look at you, and then to the kids.
“It wasn’t a big thing, really.” Steve said.
“Basically, he tried to kill us.” Dustin said, ignoring Steve’s pointed looks.
You stopped on the school’s front steps and turned. “He did what?”
“Tried to run us over on our way home from school a couple weeks back.” Mike said.
“I was arguing with him, he was just trying to freak me out.” Max added, rolling her eyes.
“How-” You stopped, putting your hand on your hip and looking at them. “Exactly how close did he come to killing you?”
They all glanced at one another.
“Babe, are you …” Steve began, but you turned on your heel and started down the steps at a fast pace. “Hey, Y/N, where are you going?”
“Do you still have that tire iron in your trunk?” You asked distractedly.
“Um … what?” Steve looked at you, bewildered and alarmed.
You opened his trunk, grabbed the metal instrument, and headed off in a different direction: Billy’s car.
“Hey. Hey!” Steve called after you, but Dustin grabbed him when he made to go after you.
Billy sat in the driver’s seat, Carol getting ready to climb in the passenger’s side. He saw you approaching, smiled, and leaned out the window.
“Bored already, baby-”
But he hadn’t finish his sentence before you’d lodged the tire iron in his left headlight. The crash attracted the attention of everyone in the nearest vicinity as glass scattered on the pavement.
“Hey! HEY!” He threw his cigarette out and kicked open the door.
Billy Hargrove was not a person to be taken lightly, but you only moved closer, stepping up beside the hood of his car.
“You make a single move, Hargrove, and I will lodge this tire iron in your windshield.” You held it up threateningly. He paused, looking at you in alarm and muted rage. “Where EXACTLY do you get off trying to kill a bunch of kids, huh?”
“What the fuck are you-”
“Don’t remember that, shitdick?” You raised your weapon higher.
He glanced at it and then sighed. “Look, Sweetheart, I was just trying to teach my kid sister a lesson, okay? Nothin’ personal.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” You snarled, leaning forward. “Those kids over there? They’re mine. If I see you so much as take a step in their direction your car will be the least of your problems. I will beat your fucking ass, do you understand me?”
He watched you for a moment, and then scoffed and shook his head. “Alright, whatever. I get it. Just get the hell off my car.”
You started to turn and then turned back, putting your hand on his door so he couldn’t shut it. He stopped and looked at you. “And just to be clear, you don’t run this school and neither does Steve. I do.”
You released his car, turned on your heel, and marched back to the kids, tire iron still hanging from your right hand. Dimly, you heard Billy’s speakers turn up as he tore out of the parking lot.
“Alright, Y/N!” Mike grinned.
“Dude, he was so scared!” Max said incredulously.
“God, Steve, you’re fired. Y/N’s our new Super Mom.” Dustin said.
You put the tire iron on the hood of Steve’s car and your smile turned sheepish when you finally looked at him.
“What the hell was that?” He asked, bewildered.
You shrugged. “He could’ve killed them. We’ve got enough aliens and government conspiracies to deal with without some douche trying to mow them down on the street.”
“God, I am so hot for you right now.” Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you against him, making you giggle and the kids let out a chorus of hurling noises. “You are the new Wonder Mom, I can’t beat that.” He said.
You pressed a kiss to his lips and grabbed the iron, “We can co-parent. Wonder Dad.”