Protective Dad (Part 2)
Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem!reader
prompt: @melxoxo23: “A story where the reader is hoppers daughter and dating Steve. And include Joyce. Maybe with some angst? And a happy ending! Please and thank you!!!”
“Where the hell have you been?” Your dad’s slurred speech made you sigh.
“I was out.” You answered him. Hopper turned to you slowly with a look of rage on his face and stood up from his chair.
“You were ‘out,’ huh? Where exactly is out?” You ignored the question as you hung up your bag and made your way to your room. “Don’t ignore me! I know you were at that Harrington boy’s house!” You slammed your door, but he quickly reopened it.
“If you knew where I was, why did you ask?” You crossed your arms and tapped your foot, waiting for a response.
“He’s a bad influence on you, y/n. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your distance.” He warned.
“Says the drunk man yelling at his grown daughter.” You went over to your closet to find some pajamas. “I mean, what’s your issue with your daughters having boyfriends? You already forced Mike and El apart. Why are you coming at me?”
“You left El here all alone.” He told grumbled. “That was stupid.”
“Dad, that is not new. We have left her here alone many, many times.” You explained to him, as if he were a child. “And she wasn’t alone, she had Max. Max is a good kid, she knows the drill.” You threw some clothes on your bed. “You should get some rest, dad. God knows you need it.” Hopper didn’t fight your suggestion, he simply shut your door and shuffled back over to the recliner. You undressed and put some clean pajamas on and immediately passed out.
In the morning, you decided to make breakfast for everyone. Max and El got up first and ate quickly, left in quite the rush. Your dad woke up later, and he still had a bone to pick with you.
“You are completely out of line, y/n. Unbelievable! I didn’t raise you to be like this.” He complained.
“Just drop it, Pop. I’m not a kid anymore. I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t do, that’s how you raised me.” You cleaned up the kitchen and grabbed your bag. “Since I can’t stand your lovely whining, I’ll be back tonight. Good luck with your hangover.” When you were leaving, Joyce was rushing up to your cabin. She knocked rampantly and the door swung open. Whatever, not your problem.
“Hop, I’ve got it!” She told Jim. She and him argued briefly about how last night went, with her standing him up and all. He was pissed, but Joyce could tell she wasn’t the only reason why. “What’s wrong, Hopper?” He rolled his eyes.
“Nothing, it’s none of your business.” He replied.
“Is it y/n?” Joyce questioned. “She looked pretty upset when I saw her leaving. What happened?” Jim groaned at all of her questions.
“It’s that asshole, Harrington. She was at his house until 1:30 in the morning! I can’t take it anymore, Joyce.” He threw his hands in the air. She wrinkled her eyebrows together.
“Well, with all due respect,” Joyce shrugged, “y/n’s an adult now, she can make her own decisions. If she decides to stay out late, she can stay out late.” She reasoned.
“Not while she’s living under my roof!” Jim stomped. Joyce sighed and rolled her eyes.
“You’re just going to push her away, Hop. Isn’t dealing with Mike and El enough for one day? Do you have to start micromanaging y/n’s relationship, too?” Joyce and Jim stayed silent and just stared at each other with disapproving looks.
You stormed into the breakroom at Scoops, and there sat Steve, casually drawing a picture. When you entered, you startled him. He immediately knew something was off. You threw your things down on the table and sat across from him.
“He got mad at you, didn’t he?” Steve asked calmly and reached for your hand.
“He was crazy and drunk! He’s done nothing this week but pick fights with me and El!” You ran your fingers through your hair with your free hand. “He’ll just never let us get a break. He’s restless!”
“Hey, don’t worry about him. You’re a big girl now. He can’t control your every move.” Steve assured you, rubbing your hand. “Wanna come to my house again tonight?” He offered.
“Yeah, I guess so. I told my dad I’d come back tonight, though, so I can’t stay over.” You sighed.
“Well, that’s okay. You just need a little break. I’ll cook dinner again and you can tell me all about what happened, okay?” You nodded in agreement to his offer. “I’m gonna leave early today. My shift is over in an hour. Do you want to sit back here and wait?”
“No, I’ll just walk around the mall for a little bit. Maybe check out a movie.” You told him, so he got up to kiss your cheek and headed back to work. You sighed to yourself and walked through the back hallways, passing by one of the Lynx delivery men. You waved awkwardly and exited through the movie theater. Back to the Future was playing, so you stuck around. About an hour later, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Steve crouched next to you. You got up and left the theater with him. “Hey, I brought you a milkshake.” He handed you the cup, which you gladly took.
“My favorite.” You smiled and took a sip. “So, did you take the car today?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He spun the keys on his finger. You stepped out of the front doors of the mall and followed him to his car. Being the gentleman that he is, he opened the car door for you. The car ride back to Steve’s house was nothing but faint radio playing while you slurped up your milkshake. “Hope that didn’t ruin your appetite.” Steve joked.
“A milkshake never hurt anything.” You shrugged. The rain started to pour down, and you watched contently. “Sweet” was all you had to say.
“Well, tonight you’re not rushing out of my house before I can offer a ride home. I’m not letting you walk in this weather.” He pulled into the driveway.
“Maybe I wanna walk in this weather.” You said with a smug smile on your face. Steve popped his car door open and ran over to the front door to unlock it, then rushed inside to grab an umbrella. He came back to your car door, let you out, and used the umbrella to keep you dry. “Such a gentleman,” you kissed his cheek, “thank you.”
“No problem, cutie.” He led you back inside and set the umbrella down to dry. “By the way, I saw your sister today, I didn’t know she was allowed out of the house.” Steve cocked an eyebrow.
“Wow, go her.” You laughed. “Was she with Max?” Steve nodded. “Well, at least she wasn’t alone. I won’t snitch.” He gave a thumbs up and headed for the kitchen.
“Anyways, what would you like for dinner?” He asked.
“Chicken nuggets for the lady!” He announced. You heard him pull the box out and start throwing them on the pan. “Fries, too? Who am I kidding, of course!” You giggled at his theatrical cooking dialogue. You switched the stereo on and found his dad’s rock and roll collection. You popped a cassette in and pressed play. Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis Presley.
“Well since my baby left me!” You sang in unison with the tape and stomped to the beat. “I’ve found a new place to dwell!” Steve heard you singing and walked out of the kitchen to see exactly what you were doing. “Where I’ll be, I get so lonely baby, I’m so lonely...” You danced slowly. Steve walked to you and held you in his arms. “I get so lonely...I could die.” The two of you danced around the room for the whole song, and the two songs afterwards: Hound Dog and That’s Alright. Then the timer for the chicken nuggets dinged. “My chicken nuggets!” You ran to the kitchen and Steve followed. He pulled the nuggets and fries out of the oven and grabbed some paper plates and sauces.
“Here you go.” He fixed a plate for you with your favorite sauce. Time to go back to the couch and finish your meal. Then sadly, go back to your warzone of a cabin. The two of you took your time finishing dinner, just sat and enjoyed music. But you decided it was time to go. You two scurried through the rain to get back to the car, Steve turned the engine and put the car into reverse. “You sure you don’t wanna just call him and tell him you can’t make it back tonight?”
“It’ll only make it worse, now let’s get going!” Steve backed out and made a move on to your cabin. Once there, you stepped out of the car and climbed up your steps. The house looked empty from the outside, and the door was unlocked. Something wasn’t right. Steve noticed you were hesitant to go inside.
“Everything okay?” He shouted to you.
“Just a sec.” You held a finger up and walked inside. You found a note on El’s door saying she was sleeping at Max’s tonight, at least you didn’t have to worry about her. Your dad still wasn’t home, but it was normal for him to work late. You deemed it safe to enter your home and let Steve know everything was okay. “My dad’s just not home yet, nothing to worry about. Drive safe, love you!”
“Love you, too!” Steve waved goodbye to you and pulled out of the driveway. While he was home, he laid on the couch and took a load off. That was, until the phone started ringing. He got up and grabbed the phone. “Hello?”
“Steve, it’s Dustin. We need you at the mall, now!” Dustin yelled into the phone. “It’s urgent!”
“What’s going on, dude?” Steve asked frantically.
“Operation Child Endangerment is a-go.”
