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Steve’s awful stuffy parents who never cared what he did so long as he maintained their image as The Harringtons come home early because something weird and terrible is happening in Hawkins and they should make an appearance and find their son in the living room, COVERED in grime and blood with a bat of nails by his side and a skinny messy haired metalhead boy on his lap SURROUNDED by kids calling him mom 

well, you know whAt, Hopper? You’re just a fatass Indiana cop

Don’t Even Think About It, Harrington - Series (Part V)

Hey guys, it’s been a SPELL and for that I’m sorry. Here is part five of Steve x Amy’s saga. For those of you new to my blog, this is a request for @shoeglazedonut which is as follows: “I’d like to request a story where Steve takes Hopper’s oldest daughter to the prom for their first official date. As Steve waits for them to finish up, Hopper, El, and the rest of the party are making Steve nervous as they give him the talk.”. You can find Chapters 1-4 listed below. If you prefer to read it on AO3, it is posted there as well (if you do read on AO3, please consider leaving kudos!)

Thanks readers!  Pairings: Steve Harrington x Hopper’s Oldest Daughter (Amy) Rating: Mature Warnings: Swearing, kissing, sex mention Chapter One    Chapter Two   Chapter Three   Chapter Four CHAPTER FIVE: I Hope So       That night, when The Party arrived, Steve was in tow. The kids thundered into the kitchen, shouting over each other, leaving a trail of coats, shoes, and hats in their wake. Steve hung back by the front door, trying to scoop their mess into a manageable pile.       Amy came over to him, coats in hand, smiling wide. “What are you doing here?”       “Pretending to be your friend. Surely an innocent game of Dungeons and Dragons isn’t against the rules?” His expression suggested otherwise. He leaned in and left a kiss on her cheek.        She tried to be angry, but her smile gave her away. “You have to behave. Jane will tattle.”       “I am always well behaved.”       “My dad is going to be home in a couple of hours,” she warned.       “And I’ll be at the table, keeping my hands to myself.” He circled her waist and pulled her tight. “But in the meantime-” he moved to kiss her and she lifted her hand to his lips.       “No.” She pushed him off, looking over her shoulder to make sure none of the kids saw.       Mike scanned the table, noticing Steve’s absence. “Steve! You can make out later!”        “Ew,” Will added.       “Ew is Jonathan and Nancy every time we’re at your place,” Lucas said, Max nodding in agreement.       “It’s all ew. Can you guys ever keep it in your pants?” Will scrunched his nose, he wanted to play, not deal with teenage hormones.        Steve wandered up to the table and ruffled Will’s hair. “No. You’ll understand when you’re older.” He took a seat next to Dustin, happy to be completely unbothered by talk of Nancy and Jonathan.        “Do you sneak in Amy’s window, too?” Mike goaded.       “He does,” Jane sold him out.       Steve gaped at her. “Shut up! I don’t anymore.”       “Not since last night.” Jane’s smile was nothing short of wicked.       “Ooooooo!” The Party crowed in unison.       “Jane! Oh my God, please don’t tell Dad,” Amy begged, sweeping into the kitchen.       “I won’t. If you make snacks.”       Amy accepted the role of game wench at the mercy of her younger sister and moved to the cupboards.       Jim pulled up to find Steve’s car parked in front of the house. He sighed and resigned himself to the fact he’d have to make nice in front of the kids. Jim didn’t want Steve there, but he knew The Party, especially Dustin, would.          A pile of mess greeted Jim at the front door as a cacophony of sounds and the scent of buttered popcorn drifted from the kitchen. He could pick out Amy and Jane’s laughter above it all. Everything was as it should be. Almost.       He walked into the kitchen to find Amy sitting on Steve’s lap, rolling the dice. They hadn’t heard him come in over everyone bellowing. Amy caught his eye and jumped up immediately. Everyone froze.       Jim had a choice: tear her out and ruin everyone’s night or let it go. His mind raced as everyone stared at him. Steve looked particularly pale. Jane’s expression was the only one more pained; she didn’t want to lose her evening over Amy’s stupid boyfriend.       “Maybe I should find you an extra chair?” was what he landed on.       Everyone started to settle, for there was no yelling, there was no malice.       Steve got up and said, “I’ll help you find one.”       “No need, you kids enjoy your game.” Jim wandered down the hall to get the old wooden chair from his bedroom, one that he used as a closet when he was too tired to hang his clothes. He could hear the chatter resuming, much quieter than before, and he felt sorry for himself. He’d been too hard on the girls because he was holding them so damn tight.       Jim shuffled down the hallway, back into the kitchen, and he passed Amy the chair. He smiled meekly to her and ruffled Jane’s hair. “I’ll be watching TV if you kids need anything.”       There was an lingering air of tension as Jim exited the kitchen, furthering his self-loathing. Settling into his armchair, he hoped the laughter would resume.        It didn’t take long as Dustin let out a loud belch to inject some levity back into the game, eliciting groans of disgust, impressed applause, and immature guffawing from the group.       “That tasted like butter,” Dustin discovered.       “I’m gonna barf on you,” Max added.       The game carried on triumphantly, everyone saying asshole and shit too many times for Jim to start policing language now. Jane got busted moving the dice with her mind for a more favourable roll, but Mike chose to honour it, earning a punch in the arm from Lucas.       “Mike, that’s not fair,” Steve complained, as he was most affected by the roll.      “Life isn’t fair, Steve,” Mike retorted.       Steve couldn’t help but pout, so Amy leaned over and left a small kiss on the tip of his nose.       Jim had been stealing a peek into the kitchen and he watched as Steve’s face lit up looking at Amy. He look at her like she held the stars in the sky. Steve brought Amy’s hand to his face and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Her smile told Jim one thing: she was completely in love with Steve Harrington.       At nine o’ clock, Amy and Steve wrangled The Party out the door. The kids hurried to Steve’s car, Dustin claiming shotgun. Steve hung back on the porch to say goodnight to Amy.       “I’ll see you tomorrow, Aims.” He brushed her hair behind her ear, leaving his hand cupping her face. She took a step forward, closing the space between them, and kissed him goodbye. He smiled against her lips, feeling warmth creeping up his cheeks. He pulled her a little closer, resting his hands on her hips. He kissed her like it was New Years all over again. Fireworks and all.        They heard the sound of knuckles on glass and turned to see Jim, peeking through the curtains of the picture window at them, shaking a finger ‘no’.       Steve dropped his hands from Amy’s waist, but she clung tight to his sweater, wanting to keep him for every possible second. “Goodnight, Steve.”       Dustin honked the horn; curfew was nigh. Steve looked back to the car. “Well, I gotta run, Aims.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, turned, and rushed to his BMW. She watched him leave; it was her least favourite thing to see.       “I love you,” she whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear it.       Amy was sure that her father would have something scathing to say by the time she came back in the house. Instead, she found him, brow knit, puffing a cigarette from his armchair. He looked deep in thought.       “Hey, Dad, I didn’t know Steve was going to be coming over,” she started to explain.       “It’s fine, Amy.” Jim didn’t pull his attention from the TV, even though he was staring through it.       “Ok, well, goodnight,” she said, sheepishly. She could feel the tension radiating from the armchair, but this time Jim wasn’t fighting her. This was different. He was pensive.       “Goodnight.”       “Love you, Dad,” she added, before heading up the stairs.       This brought Jim’s attention from the TV, a warm smile dissipating his worried thoughts. “Love you, too, kiddo.” *       Amy was thrilled to see Steve sitting at his desk, next to hers, where he belonged. He bit his bottom lip upon seeing her, but it didn’t stop a goofy smile from creeping across his mouth.       “Hey, Aims.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to meet his lips before she took her seat.       “Hey, handsome.” She pulled back and sat down.       “Did I get you in trouble last night?” His worry was sincere.       “Surprisingly, no. Maybe a couple more well behaved games of D and D and my dad will be over himself.”       “I hope so.”       After school, Amy went to watch basketball practice, which meant Steve was too distracted to notice Billy, who was already aching for revenge, hurtling the ball at his face. Steve blinked away the tears pooling in his eyes and felt the blood trickling down his lips and chin. He brought a hand to his face as reality washed over him.       “Steve!” Amy called from the bleachers, mad as hell, and determined to have Billy’s head.        Billy goaded him, “Catching the ball with your face now, Harrington?”       Steve wiped his nose on the back of his hand and tackled Billy to the floor. The testosterone got to the boys on the court and pretty soon both teams, despite being on the same team outside of practice, started taking sides and wailing on each other.        Billy rolled over and pinned Steve, bringing a fist above his head, ready to knock Steve’s lights out. Steve remembered what it was like to be on the receiving end of Billy’s unrelenting fury and he braced himself. But Amy grabbed Billy’s wrist before he had a chance to take a swing. She pulled Billy off of Steve and Billy shoved her hard enough that she toppled backwards and crashed to the floor. Steve was furious and dove for Billy once again, but this time, Coach Masters caught him by the back of his shirt and yanked him to standing. Steve twisted out of his grip and helped Amy up.        “You ok, Aims?” he asked, worriedly giving her a once over.       “I’m ok.” She wiped at the blood on Steve’s lip with her t-shirt.       “Your bitch is pretty loyal, Harrington,” Billy taunted. Steve moved to take a step towards him, fire in his eyes, but Amy held him back.        Coach Masters shouted, “Hargrove, you’re done for the next three weeks. Harrington, you’re benched for the next game. And as for the rest of you, practice is over.” He looked past Billy’s hateful expression to Amy. “Miss Spencer, you can join the three of us in the principal’s office.”       This time, Jim made the journey to the school. He burst through the door of Principal Hendricks’ office where Amy was still waiting. Steve chose to wait with her, prepared to take the blame.       “Amy, I’ll meet you in the truck.” It wasn’t a suggestion.       “Dad-”       “Now, Amy,” Jim barked.       She looked to Steve, hating whatever was about to come, and then she travelled out the door and down the hall.        Jim turned his attention to Principal Hendricks. “May we have the room?”       Principal Hendricks wanted to be involved about as much as he wanted a hole in the head, so he nodded and swept out of the office without another word. Steve watched him go, realizing he was without allies. He looked to Jim, who was seething.       Jim grabbed Steve by the front of his shirt and pulled him out of his chair. “You really are stupid, Steve.”       Steve batted at his hands. “She just came to watch practice.”       “You’ve landed my daughter in the principal’s office twice since January and you’re going to stay away from her.”       “No,” he said, defiantly.       “Excuse me?” Jim couldn’t believe Steve would have the balls to try it.       “I won’t. She’s an adult and if she wants to see me, she should.”       “No, Steve, she won’t. Because I won’t have my daughter corrupted by your irresponsible bullshit. You’re a loser and she deserves better.”       Jim’s words hurt more than the stinging pain of his battered face. Steve was terrified that he’d amount to nothing as he’d watched everyone surpass him over the last six months. Jonathan had Nancy. Billy had his crown. What Steve had was Amy and she was worth more than anything to him. And now he wasn’t good enough for her, either. He was wasted potential. He was a fuckup. He was a loser.       Jim let go of his shirt and stared him down. Steve didn’t meet his eye.       Jim slammed the door to the office on his way out, leaving Steve with what little opinion he had left of himself.       Steve walked to his car, pausing when he got inside to look at himself in the rear view mirror, blood caked under his nose, a small split running through his bottom lip, marring his handsome face. He hated what he saw. He was a defeated shell of himself.       When Steve threw himself into being a good boyfriend, he lost his place at the top of the food chain. When he was no longer a good boyfriend, he lost his identity. Steve didn’t know who he was if he wasn’t giving himself to someone or everyone. Then he’d met Amy, she didn’t know about the last eighteen years of his extended performance piece aimed at being loved. She liked him for who he was. And who is was wasn’t good enough for her. Every part of him suddenly screamed for him to run. She might think he was good enough right now, but as Jim’s words twisted around his heart, Steve knew she’d come around and see things her father’s way. She’d see Steve for what he really was. A nobody.  Forever Tags: @tearsforhan

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Steve’s awful stuffy parents who never cared what he did so long as he maintained their image as The Harringtons come home early because something weird and terrible is happening in Hawkins and they should make an appearance and find their son in the living room, COVERED in grime and blood with a bat of nails by his side and a skinny messy haired metalhead boy on his lap SURROUNDED by kids calling him mom