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bombshellbois · 4 years

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Code 314

@harringroveweekoflove

Harringrove Week of Love Day 3: Car Sex

Rating: M

Words: 2688

Summary: The story of Billy’s least favorite arrest for indecent exposure ever. And it’s all Steve’s fault.

There’s only one interrogation room in the Hawkins police station. That means Billy is left handcuffed to Jim Hopper’s desk while Steve is in the interrogation room. It’s dark in the station, aside from the yellow light framing the shade over the interrogation room window, and the lamp on Hopper’s desk. Fucking small towns. This is, without a doubt, the most unprofessional arrest Billy has ever had.

Hopper emerges from the interrogation room and slams the door behind him. No Steve. Billy expects Hopper will sit down and pick up his phone and call Mommy and Daddy Harrington to come pick up their kid. Then it will be up to Billy to deal with whatever the fallout is. Hopefully Hopper didn’t make Harrington cry or anything, so Billy can still sort of respect him after.

Hopper does not reach for his phone.

No, he throws his hat on the desk and drops down into the chair hard enough that it scoots back several inches on the wooden floor. Folds an arm on the desk and leans in close to Billy, looking him square in the eye. He looks tired and sort of pissed.

“Steve Harrington is a goddamn pain in the ass.”

“I know the feeling.” Billy has worn that look many a time, and exclusively from dealing with Steve. He can actually kind of sympathize with the cops on this one. “But if what he told you sounds like bullshit, he’s being straight with you this time.”

“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” Hopper picks up his clipboard where there’s a mostly blank form for citations. Only the top is filled in. ‘Code 314- Indecent Exposure’ “I’m not gonna finish filling this out.”

“I’m sure Steve will appreciate that. He’d be the talk of the country club.” Billy suspects that’s not a gift to Steve, though. For a cop, Hopper is okay. He’s let Billy off with 14 warnings for speeding so far. Neil has gotten 2 speeding tickets and had his car towed for illegal parking.

“So you’re going to tell me what the hell happened and why it was a bad idea.” Hopper pulls the sheet free and crumbles it into a ball, tossing it into the trash can. “Then I can tick off the little box in my conscience that says you won’t do it again and we can all go home.”

Billy rolls his eyes. Jesus, he’s never going to be able to look Hopper in the eye again. “Come on, man. Didn’t Steve tell you?”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“Steve wasn’t lying. We really weren’t having sex in the middle of the woods. We were… look, I know it sounds like a lie, but we were... it was like therapy.”

Hopper’s eye twitches a little. “Police observation evidence would suggest otherwise.”

“I know what it looked like, but admit it. You can’t actually say you saw any dicks,” Billy pushes.

“Just… tell me what you two were doing out there,” Hopper sighs.

“What are any teenagers doing out there? You know what that spot is for.” Billy sighs and sits back in his chair. “But if you really want the gory details…”

***

“Would you stop wiggling?” Billy leans down and grabs the bottle of lube he shoved under the driver’s seat and flips the cap open.

“I’m not wiggling,” Steve huffs, wiggling to try and… do something? Billy isn’t sure because it’s the back seat of the Camaro. There’s pretty much no room, and Steve sure as hell isn’t gonna find more by squirming. He’s just gonna make things harder.

Billy pauses and pinches Steve’s thigh, hard enough to get a hiss out of him. “Fucking hold still. I’m gonna make a goddamn mess all over the backseat if I have to try and catch you after I put this stuff on my fingers.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but he makes a ‘go on’ motion with his hand and then tucks an arm under his head. Billy grabs Steve’s ankle and braces it on his own shoulder. Steve squirms and drops it, hooking it around his waist instead.

“Harrington. I’m not gonna guess where your asshole is, asshole. Not when it’s my seats under your ass. Work with me here.”

Steve groans unhappily but lets Billy hook an arm under his knee and haul his leg back up. “It’s too small back here.”

“Yeah, I know it’s fucking small, Princess. It’s the back of a fucking muscle car. Who’s fault is it that we can’t use your house?”

Steve’s face twinges a little. Fuck. Billy has his dick out, he’s hard, he’s got his boyfriend naked from the waist down, and now Harrington is gonna fondle his conscience. It works because yeah, that was probably a little below the belt.

“Sorry, babe. It’s the blue balls talking. When’s the last time we went a week without fucking?” He leans in to press an apology kiss to Steve’s lips, until Steve whines. He actually whines, long and pitiful, and grabs Billy’s shoulder.

“Too far. Bending it too far.”

Billy drops his eyes to the very naked leg braced against his shoulder. “What? I’ve practically had you bent in half before.”

***

“Okay, stop. Stop!” Hopper waves his hands, looking a little pallid in his desk lamp. “That’s way more information than I needed.”

“You asked what we were doing up there,” Billy points out. “We were trying to fuck in my car. Like every other couple that parks up there.”

“But you weren’t in your car.” Hopper taps his desk emphatically. “There’s a fine line, Hargrove. Stay in your car and you’re fine.”

“We would have if Steve had followed his stupid recovery regimen like he was supposed to!”

“Recovery for what?” Hopper takes a breath, holding up his hands. Billy really should let that Byers woman know that this guy tries to follow her advice. “Just… go back to where this all started.”

“You’re the boss.”

***

“Practicing late again, Harrington?” Billy asks, glancing over as Steve comes into the showers. It’s just the two of them at this hour, and it’s been a good few days since he really ragged on him properly. How convenient. Steve just glares at him and dips his head under the water. “Ever thought about maybe just being good at the game?”

“Ever thought about shutting up, Hargrove? I hear it works wonders for people with your condition.”

Billy grins, holding his tongue between his teeth. That pisses Steve off endlessly. “My condition? Go on, gimme the punchline.”

“Being an asshole.”

“Someone is feisty today. Did—”

***

“No. No, not where you two started,” Hopper interrupts him. “Skip ahead to where this incident started.”

“Oh.” Billy shrugs. “Okay. It was the end of basketball season and we celebrated by me fucking Steve until he couldn’t walk straight.” He ignores Hopper’s heavy sigh. “Literally, too. But then the coach made us do hurdles the day after. That’s where it all kind of went downhill.”

***

Billy knows before Tommy even starts jeering that Steve is hurt. He lays there a second too long in the red dust of the track, the fallen hurdle tangled between his legs. Billy can tell that asshole is trying to figure out how to get up without looking hurt, because that’s the shit Harrington worries about. Sighing, he ‘accidentally’ slams his elbow back into Tommy’s stomach as he chucks his water cup into the trash before jogging out onto the track.

“Regular gym class hero, aren’t you?” he mutters, hooking his hands under Steve’s armpits and hauling him to his feet.

“I’m fine,” Steve protests while trying not to put weight on his right leg. It’s a sort of pained hopping that’s not very convincing of being fine.

“Yeah, you look totally great.” Billy pulls Steve’s arm around his shoulders and waves to the coach. “Hey! I’m taking Harrington to the nurse!” he calls, and doesn’t pause to wait for a hall pass or whatever. He’s got Steve hopping around like the hurt asshole he is. That’s better than any hall pass out there as far as permission goes.

Billy is surprised that when he dumps Steve onto the bed in the nurse’s station, he makes another pained noise and shifts to lay down. Then shifts again onto his side.

“What hurts?” he asks, sitting on the low, plastic stool that’s always by the wall. He figured they had an ankle or knee issue here, but that didn’t seem right.

Steve rest a hand on his right leg. “Thigh. Something in the back of it.”

“Sounds like a hamstring injury,” Nurse Agnes says, bustling in and jamming a thermometer into Steve’s mouth. Nothing like a fever to pull a hamstring, Billy guesses. “Which leg, Mr. Harrington?”

“Right,” Steve mumbles around the thermometer.

“Don’t talk,” she huffs.

“But you asked me—”

“On your back, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve grunts and shifts onto his back, looking over at Billy for solidarity. Billy just grins and splays his legs further on his stool, kicking one leg up to brace on the side of the infirmary desk. Steve turns the same shade of red he gets after a good hour in practice. He makes a vague swatting motion that probably means ‘stop it’ but he sure doesn’t look away. Billy just runs his tongue over his teeth at him, getting the red to turn two shades darker.

Agnes’s diagnostic technique appears to be trying to shove Steve’s leg up towards his chest and seeing when he starts making pained sounds. Then she whips the thermometer out of his mouth and sweeps out of the room, tutting and shaking the thermometer and muttering about Steve running too warm.

“I was in PE,” Steve calls after her, grabbing the pillow out from under his head and chucking it at Billy. “Asshole,” he hisses.

“Can’t help it. Kinda hot watching you get fondled by a sixty-something old woman,” Billy teases, tucking the pillow between his own head and the wall. “Thought she was gonna mount you any second.”

“Me too,” Steve admits, dropping his head back down on the stripe of sanitary paper on the bed. “It was terrifying.”

***

“The official diagnosis was ‘hamstring injury and a mild fever, young man.’” Billy says, leaning on the heel of his hand as best he can while he’s handcuffed. “She put him on ice for 20 minutes, gave him some cheesy printout about stretches, and told him to give it a few weeks to heal.”

Hopper unlocks Billy from the cuffs, and then unlocks them from the chair as well, securing them back to his belt. Billy has the vague urge to get up and walk out just because he technically can and that’s his normal response to authority. He does have the good sense not to piss off one of the few okay adults in Hawkins, though, and not to ditch his boyfriend at the police station.

“Right. So Steve hurts himself and you just… forgot?” Hopper raises his eyebrows. “I’m sure you’re a more considerate boyfriend than that.”

Billy raises his eyebrows right back. “Based on… what?”

“Call it a hunch.”

Billy sighs and rubs his wrist. “Whatever you say, man. Anyway, that was over a month ago. I forgot about it once he was allowed back into the normal classes at gym. See, we don’t usually fuck in my car. Steve’s shitty parents are usually out of town. I thought the guy was secretly an orphan for a solid month after I met him because they were never around…”

***

“Why the fuck are your parents here for so long?” Billy groans, sitting low in the driver’s seat of the parked Camaro, letting his head loll out the window while he smokes a cigarette.

Steve lights his own cigarette and rolls the passenger side window down. “For my birthday.”

Billy frowns and raises his aviator sunglasses, glancing across the car. “It’s not your birthday.”

“I know. But next month there’s a conference in Tokyo or something.” Steve blows a mouthful of smoke out of the car.

“Okay, but… next month isn’t your birthday either.”

“I know.”

Billy thinks about also pointing out that since they’ve been home, they don’t appear to actually be doing anything with Steve. He and Billy spend all their time in Billy’s car, complaining about not having a parent-free place for sex anymore. But he figures Steve realizes that already too.

“Can’t believe we’re reduced to car sex at the local make-out point,” Billy sighs instead. “Surrounded by the other horny masses.”

Steve looks out the window. It’s turning dusky already, and making it hard to see the other cars parked among the trees. Pretty soon it’ll be too dark to see any of them, until they finish doing the deed and turn on the headlights to drive away, one by one. “We could always wait for my parents to leave. Might be another few weeks though.”

Billy stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Get in the back seat and get your pants off, Princess.”

***

“Skip the sex part,” Hopper interrupts him. “I don’t need to hear that again. Just skip to the part I drove up to.”

“Okay, so remember that stupid little care sheet the nurse gave Steve?” Billy shoots a glare at the closed door of the interrogation room. “Guess who didn’t do any of his stupid fucking stretching exercises?”

***

Billy kind of hates his life right now. And his boyfriend. His boyfriend who has probably locked his fucking hamstring up because he thought sitting on ice for two goddamn days was as good as actually stretching.

“You’re the worst fucking athlete in the world,” he growls, grabbing Steve’s leg by the knee, kneeling in between his legs with their hips wedged together. It manages to be completely unsexy because Steve is an asshole, though. Billy is kind of mad at his own dick for staying hard through all of this.

“Oh fuck you. You don’t get to talk when you’re having the stupidest overreaction in the world,” Steve snaps, gesturing around vaguely from where he’s laying in the grass in his t-shirt and boxers. “Everyone is probably watching us.”

“Everyone is probably fucking because they didn’t fuck up their leg as soon as their sport season was over.” Billy sets a hand along the back of Steve’s thigh and leans his weight in gradually. “So now I get to fucking play physical therapist with your ass until it loosens back up.”

Steve hisses at the slow stretch when his thigh is barely past vertical. “My ass is fine, thank you.”

“Not if I can’t get my fingers into it, it’s not. It’s useless. Your ass is useless right now, Harrington.”

***

“Okay.” Hopper taps the desk like he’s surrendering a wrestling match. “Okay. That’s where I came by on my sweep. We’re done here. Just… stop talking. And do that in the gym from now on. Wearing more than just your underwear.”

Billy stands up and stretches. “Told you Steve was telling you the truth. Can I have him back now?”

Hopper gets up from his desk and grabs his hat. “Steve didn’t tell me anything.”

Billy blinks at Hopper’s back. Now there was a surprise.

Hopper opens the door to the interrogation room, spilling yellow light out onto the floor. Billy can hear Steve’s voice inside.

“Unless you’re here to give me that phone call, we have nothing to talk about.”

There’s a heavy sigh from Hopper and the sound of cuffs being unlocked. “Please get out and go home.”

Steve steps out of the interrogation room, blinking around at the dark interior and rubbing his wrists. “Billy!” He scrambles over and grabs Billy’s arm. “I didn’t say anything. If Hopper said I did, he was lying. I never sold you out.”

“You can’t sell me out when we actually didn’t do anything wrong,” Billy sighs, resting a hand on Steve’s head and turning him towards the door. “But thanks. Come on, Princess. I’ll take you home before the phone here rings and it’s your mom.”

Hopper shuts the station door firmly behind them.

#my writing #harringroveweekoflove #harringrove #billy/steve #poor Hopper #he did not sign up for this #he's here for the inter-dimensional monsters #and the evil scientists #and even the Russians getting involved #he does not need to investigate anything involving this much teenage sex

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okaybutlikeimagine · 5 years

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Jim and el going to go see billy play basketball at school and billy being so surprised cause no one has ever gone to go see him play

♥ I. LOVE. THIS. SO. MUCH. ♥

Ohmydear okay okay so i’m imagining Billy like, basically never talking about games. He’ll say he’ll be back late some nights and when Hop asks he’ll just cite: “Basketball.”

And that’s it. Just says it casually and nonchalantly and then leaves w/ his duffel.

And Hop was totally in some kind of sport in high school. Like football or something. He knows they have games and stuff it's just… Billy never mentions them and Hop doesn't really wanna step on toes or anything. He's still learning and he doesn't wanna suffocate the boy.

Except….

One week Billy seems extra tired and stressed and bratty. He's rushing out of the house after grabbing an apple and Hop calls after him: "where's the fire, kid?"

Billy takes the apple out of his mouth.

"I've got extra practice all this week. There’s a major game this Friday and coach said there might be a scout and….. Yeah." Billy shrugs and runs out the door.

But Billy keeps talking about this game. Comes home tired as all hell and flops on the couch and rants for a good half hour about it. About how the coach has been pushing them so hard and it’s such a major game and he keeps telling them the team can’t screw it up. Or in the morning he’ll shovel cereal into his face and speak w/ his mouth full about how they need to destroy this team on Friday bc they’re their biggest rivals and “What’s gonna happen if this scout notices me? I kinda hope he notices me. Should I hope he notices me?”

And so it takes Hop until about Wednesday morning before he decides they need to go. Billy has never told him when games were but he won’t stop talking about this one, won’t stop freaking out about it, won’t stop getting genuinely excited about it, hopping around after he comes home from practice one day pretending like he’s still playing basketball and then riling himself up.

So when Billy leaves the cabin for school on Wednesday, Hop turns to El and says: “Do you want to go to the basketball game this Friday?”

El tilts her head.

“What basketball game?”

“Billy’s.”

“They let us go?!” She asks, eyes wide with excitement.

“Yeah, we should go support him.”

She nods her head excitedly.

And so when Billy is out late for practices, Hop comes home w/ a posterboard and some paint and they sit at the table and paint a little sign for Billy (they have to wait till he gets home and passes out to go digging through his gym bag to figure out what number he is).

And so when Billy sends them both a farewell before heading off to the game, Hop and El wait a few minutes before Hop breaks out the face paint, paints little whiskers on El’s cheeks, lets El paint little paw prints on his own, and then grab their poster and jump into the car and head out for the gym.

And when they get there, a little early to find a seat, they recognize a couple of familiar faces scanning the bleachers.

“I cannot believe you dragged me out to a basketball game.” Robin’s voice drawls, arms crossed but slight fear in her eyes bc wow too many people.

“C’mon, Billy’s been talking about it all week I had to come, he never talks about games. And I couldn’t go alone. Plus you guys are totally friends, whether you admit it or not.” Steve responds, busy searching for a seat.

“I tolerate him for you.”

“You guys gang up on me all the time!”

“I mean, sure, we bond over messing with you, but-” Robin turns her head, irritated with all of these faces looking at her when she sees: “Is that El? Hey!”

And El runs up to Robin to say hi to her and Steve, Hopper walking up behind her and they all 4 find a seat together and if you don’t think they leave a trail of slightly confused and gossipy whispers behind them then you are greatly mistaken bc basically the whole gym has broken out into ‘Hey, isn’t that Chief Hopper? What’s he doing here?’ ‘I think he’s Hargrove’s foster dad or something.’ ‘I heard he’s actually Billy’s biological dad and Hop finally got custody back.’ ‘Is that THE Steve Harrington? What’s he doing w/ Band Geek Buckley?’ ‘They worked at that ice cream shop before the mall exploded. Now they’re at Family Video.’ ‘Wow, he’s really hit bottom if he’s coming back to school to watch a basketball game w/ the Chief of Police. How fucking weird.’

But the little group of 4 doesn’t (really) notice bc they’re chatting away about how Billy has been so excited and nervous about this game and how there’s a scout here and “D’ya think he might get a scholarship for basketball, Hop?”

And ohmydearmeDUDES imagine they announce the team all excitedly w/ lots of grandeur and lights and the boys running out of a big paper tiger head or something and Billy gets the loudest applause of all bc of fucking course he does, people both love and hate him but he’s the best player on the team and you just… you HAVE to clap for Billy Hargrove. And so Billy isn’t surprised at the cheers he’s getting, it’s the biggest game of the year and everyone is here, except none of his friends ever show up. It’s not Jonathan’s or Nancy’s or Robin’s scene, Carol and Tommy have stopped coming since Tommy got kicked off the team at the beginning of the year, and Billy doesn’t really talk to anyone else. He doesn’t bring up his games to anyone, either, bc he doesn’t wanna sound like he’s needy or something.

So he’s not expecting to see anyone he cares about in the stands. He’s just letting his heart flutter wildly with his nerves as he riles up the crowd and pumps his fists and puts on a show like he’s not scared as all hell for this game when…

When...

When he sees a sign that says: Go Billy! on it w/ little paw prints and his number in the corner.

No one makes signs specifically for him that don’t also include some sort of lewd remark.

So he shifts his eyes down and sees-

Oh my god no way they came.

It’s El, smiling the biggest, brightest, widest smile, little blue whiskers on her face, eyes crinkling up. Next to her is Hop, clapping happily with his eyes so full of pride Billy’s gonna drown. To the other side of El is Robin, clapping a little slower with a smirk that says You better be real damn grateful i’m subjecting myself to this for you.

And then Steve, cheering and whooping and clapping and smiling and he sends Billy a little wink and Billy is melting he’s absolutely falling through the earth bc what the fuck they actually came I didn’t think they would actually come.

His crazy, cocky facade falls and he starts running up to where they’re sitting, a couple rows back from the front, fully ready to tackle them in hugs or something, ask what they’re doing here and why they came and just ohmygod I’m so glad they came I can’t believe they’re here-

When his teammate grabs a hold of the back of his jersey and pulls him back towards the court with a “Where you going, Hargrove? The game’s this way!”

And so Billy shoots the boy an irritated look before looking back towards his family they’re my family my family is here with a wave and a genuine smile and all of the warmth boiling in his heart.

And Billy does GREAT. They destroy the other team and Billy as always is the one they praise the most and everyone is crowding around him and rushing out onto the court to congratulate him but he pushes himself out of the crowd and doesn’t pay attention to anyone because his family is here and El is standing there waving with her sign and asks: “Did you do it?”

Bc she’s still confused on how basketball works (Hop tried to explain the rules to her while Steve tried to explain the rules to Robin and they were both very lost, though El was a lot more interested than Robin was) and Billy scoops down to hug her and say: “Yeah, we did alright.”

And they all laugh and Billy ignores everyone but his family as he goes to grab his bag and they head out, Billy telling them he has to go back to the locker room with his team to get the after game notes from his coach “-but after that we should like… get ice cream or something.”

Hop nods. “Sounds like a plan.”

And so after the coach tells them good job and gives them their final notes on the game, Billy takes a super quick shower and runs back outside and sees Steve standing there, hands in his pockets, leaning against the side of the gym.

Billy smiles wide.

“Congrats out there, Tiger. You really did take my throne, didn’t you?”

“C’mon, I had it before you left.” Billy shoves Steve’s shoulder and they walk.

“You… you did real good out there. Think the scout noticed you?”

Billy shrugs. “I dunno, the coach hasn’t said anything about it yet. He just told us to celebrate this weekend.”

Steve nods, about to say something else when Billy shoves him behind another building where the lights are out and kisses him silly against the wall, the faint sound of the still cheering and chanting team somewhere behind them, the drumline doing cadences into the night as Billy kisses Steve like he’s starved. Always kisses Steve like he’s starved.

“Thanks for coming, Princess.” Billy whispers against Steve’s throat once they’ve pulled away.

“I know it meant a lot to you. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

And so they meet up with everyone at their respective cars and head out for ice cream together and Hopper says “You did great, son.” over his own cup of ice cream and Billy is trying so hard to stay cool but let me tell you, the boy is beaming over this praise and love and he’s answering all of El’s questions about basketball and he’s helping Robin pick on Steve and it’s heaven.

And now can we all just IMAGINE El saying Max should come along to the next game. And then the next game Max brings Lucas, who brings Dustin who brings Mike who brings Will. And then the NEXT game where Will is like: “You’re his friend too! I know you don’t like sports games but Robin comes so you can come too.” to Jonathan who comes along w/ Nancy and then Hop brings Joyce and Billy has a whole damn SECTION just for his family and friends who are all cheering him on in their own ways and they ALWAYS go out for pizza or ice cream afterwards (Mike and Dustin will say they tag along just for the food after the game and Billy will flick their ears when they say it)

And it’s just so NICE. and LOVELY. And BILLY HAS A FAMILY WHO LOVES HIM AND SUPPORTS HIM AUGH.

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skullrock · 4 years

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the partners, chapter three - Steve x Reader

chapter three: panic

series summary: you and Steve are police apprentices at Hawkins Police Station in the fall of 1986. you get along famously, but there’s something Steve is hiding, and there is an unknown evil lurking in Hawkins. [friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff]

chapter summary: You and Steve start an investigation; you stand up for Steve.

warnings: swearing, death, mentions of suicide, talks of blood, Reader channels their inner April Ludgate, Tommy H.

word count: 3.1k

a/n: here’s the Spotify playlist that goes with the series, and you can catch up here. enjoy!

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You race home to grab your uniform and promise Steve that you’ll meet him at the scene. His anxiety is so spiked about a dead body in Hawkins that he doesn’t even worry about driving in the dark. He just wants to get to the scene.

Steve grips the steering wheel of his car so tightly that his hands go numb. His face is paler than usual, and his throat feels dry. His head spins and there’s a black edge to his vision. But still, he drives.

Steve doesn’t know the details, but he has a gut feeling that this is a murder. The last murder in Hawkins – if you can call it murder – happened that night at Starcourt. Things had gotten back to normal since then. The town was quiet, dull, almost serene. Who the hell is murdering someone? What if it’s the Russians? The lab? A Demogorgon? Steve feels like he’s been punched in the gut. How can he make sure everyone is safe?

He wishes you drove with him.

Steve pulls in and hardly remembers to shut the car off before springing out. He jogs over to the scene, already brightly lit by floodlights and taped off. He notices police that aren’t from Hawkins – the government must be here. Steve sucks in a sharp breath at the realization. If the government is here, it has to be bad, right?

He approaches where the Chief is standing with a few well-dressed men. The Chief hears him and allows him into the circle. Chief Edwards knew about the events at Starcourt – hence why he was brought to Hawkins in the first place. Steve shared an odd bond with him, despite the growing feeling in his gut that something just wasn’t right about him. He had his theories, which he kept to himself. The apprehension probably had something to do with how the American government acted the last time they were stationed here. That resulted in Will, the Upside Down, and Eleven.

Was he really so wrong not to trust them?

The body is of a man, middle aged. He’s got a gun in his hand and a shot through the middle of his forehead. Dark red blood pools around his head like a halo. Steve’s desensitized to gore, not even flinching at the macabre scene. He shakes his head solemnly before looking at the Chief and the men.

“Do you think it’s the Russians?” Steve asks anxiously. “Or a left-over Demogorgon, or something?”

Chief Edwards purses his lips. “If it were one of those creatures, the body wouldn’t be here, it would be there. And there’s been no signs of Russians here in Hawkins.” He shakes his head. “Looks like your everyday suicide to me.”

“Suicide?” Steve scoffs. “Like how Benny Hammond ‘committed suicide’?”

“Watch,” Chief Edwards says. The men beside him are quiet – Steve thinks they look like aliens. Edwards looks at the men and waves them off, and they head over to another group of men who look the same.

Edwards turns to Steve, face soft. “What do I have to do to get you to trust me, kid?”

“Not work for the government would be a start,” he spat, turning to look at the older man with his arms crossed.

“Those people are gone,” Chief Edwards stressed, throwing his hands out. “They’re dead. They sent Sam Owens and his team to take care of what they did. Even Jim Hopper trusted Owens!”

Steve hates hearing Hopper’s name thrown out like that, and winces. “That doesn’t mean I do.”

“Kid, you’re an apprentice. You’re here to learn, not teach. Either you get some faith in me and your government, or you can leave.”

Steve bristles, glaring tensely at the man’s blue eyes, before he feels a soft hand on his arm. He spins and finds you, eyes wide with worry.

“Y/L/N,” Chief says. “Here’s your first dead body.”

You inch closer, heart panging with empathy as you look at the man. Your eyes well up with tears. “Suicide, huh?”

Steve wants to call you an idiot, but refrains.

“Looks like it,” the Chief responds pointedly, glancing over at Steve.

“But why here?” you ask.

“Yeah, great question,” Steve interjects. “Why here?”

Steve knows damn well that these government men know what happened here last year. He knows they know it was the Source. Why would a random man kill himself here? Of all places? It just doesn’t add up.

“Maybe he used to work here. Maybe he knew no one comes here and he would have some peace before he does it. Who’s to say?” Chief Edwards answers. There’s a sharpness to his voice that has your eyebrows running together.

Steve sighs heavily, quite frankly pissed off. “Guess it’s something we can look into, huh, Chief?”

You straighten, excited by the idea. “Could we?” you gasp. “Could we investigate?”

“Absolutely not!” The Chief seems irate now, much to your confusion. “You two are interns for Christ’s sake. Not detectives. You can sit in on the briefings, but this isn’t up to you. You’re not ready.”

Dejected, your shoulders slump, and Steve reaches out instinctively to comfort you, rubbing your shoulders.

“We brought you here to get a feel for how these things go. Go ahead and walk around, take some notes. We’ll meet back at the office.” Chief Edwards shoos you both away, but grabs Steve before he gets too far.

“I’ll look into it, kid,” he says, squeezing his shoulder. Steve wants to slink out of his grip but knows he’s already on thin ice. “Worry about something else.”

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“Well,” you say. “All nighters fucking suck.”

It’s nearing closing time for you both, after nearly having a 12-hour shift. Steve has been quiet for the past few hours. He looks like that famous sculpture, The Thinker. His brows are pulled together, forehead creased in response. He chews his lip thoughtfully, eyes roaming the room. He doesn’t respond to you, just nods, lost in something you can’t decipher. You wonder if he’s upset that he didn’t get a danish and milk-coffee this morning amidst the chaos.

“Steve,” you say, and he looks up at you. “What are you thinking about, buddy?”

He chews on his lips again, then gets up and walks to your desk. He sits on the edge of it. He opens and closes his mouth a few times. He’s hesitating to tell you his thoughts – he has to word them just right, so he doesn’t give anything away.

Finally, he says, “I think something isn’t right.”

“About?”

“The body,” he sighs, a hand running through his hair. “Why would someone kill themselves there? At the S- at an abandoned warehouse?”

You shrug. “Maybe he really did have some connection to it.”

He shakes his head. “It just doesn’t add up.” He looks down at you softly. “Don’t you think something weird is going on?”

“You tell me,” you start, standing up, and Steve groans. He runs a hand over his face as you begin. “You were part of whatever the hell happened at Starcourt. I know that. You can’t lie about that. And yeah, I think something weird is going on, but I can’t know what it is unless you tell me.” You laugh mirthlessly. “If something weird is going on, it’s how you never want to open up to me about, I don’t know, anything?”

Steve shakes his head again, face scrunched up. He pauses for a long while, then says, “I can’t tell you.”

“So there is something!” you shout. “I knew it!”

“O-kay, don’t cream your pants,” he mumbles. “I just – I can’t. I can’t. All I can say is that some really… fucked up stuff has happened around here, and I think that stuff is back.”

Truthfully, you’re elated at his confession. It feels like a new level of friendship was unlocked. You feel like he trusts you now – at least enough to admit a bit.

“What can we do?” you ask. “I’m ready to help.”

“I’m thinking of doing some… undercover investigative work.” He places a strict emphasis on the “I”. “And that doesn’t involve you.”

“Steve,” you plea. “Come on. I won’t mess this up. Hell, I won’t ask any questions, either. But I can help. And I want to help.” The corners of your mouth quirk up. “And you can’t even drive at night, so you’ll need some assistance on that front.”

He shakes his head but can’t help the smile that forms. It fades quickly, though. “You don’t know what you’re getting into, Y/N. If what I think is happening is true… it isn’t merciful. And if we get caught, Chief is going to have us skinned alive. We’ll never be cops. And – and it might not even yield any results.”

“Steve,” you say gently, lacing your arm in his, leaning back against your desk beside him. “I don’t care. We’re partners, remember? I’m in this with you.” You sway into him. “And I love drama.”

He rolls his eyes and mulls it over. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to have some help. And you’re right – he really hates being out at night and would appreciate another person with him. The kids shouldn’t get caught up in this – they need protected. As long as he’s safe with what information he gives you, it should be fine, right?

“Fine,” he says. “But I have conditions.”

“Lay it on me,” you reply.

“Rule one: no questions. You will take the information that I give you and not ask any further.”

“Whatever.”

“Rule two: you don’t talk about this to anyone. Not a single person. Not to your best buddy Callahan, and definitely not to Veronica.”

“Callahan is funny and you’re just jealo—”

“Rule three: we are not listening to the Smiths when we are in my car.”

“Wh—”

“And rule four: we devote ourselves to discovering the truth and stop at nothing until we have answers.”

“Where do I sign?” you smile.

Steve reaches his hand out and you take it, firmly shaking.

“You better not mess this up,” he says, eyes bright.

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Patrolling with Steve was fun.

You switched off cars so that it wouldn’t be too suspicious, and you finally took the Walter Mondale bumper sticker off yours. You both would meet up and leave around 10 pm, hiding out in the cover of night. You usually had some snacks with you and would basically shoot the shit while driving around. Around 1, you’d drive to a spot near Rimborn, sitting with your lights off and waiting for any strange activity.

Steve would usually start the nights out being tense, but relaxed after talking with you for a while. He genuinely enjoyed the company and the talks.

About a week into your undercover sleuthing, your talks with Steve start to become a bit more sentimental.

“You know,” you say, chewing on a Twizzler as you both sit in the idle car. “You’re way cooler now than you ever were in high school.”

He sighs deeply. “Thanks, I guess.”

“I mean it. You hung out with some real assholes.”

“Yeah,” he responds, leaning back in his seat. “If I could go back and change it all, I would.”

“Why did you hang out with them?” you ask after a moment.

Steve reflects on the question for a while. “I don’t know. Tommy Hagan was close in the alphabet to me, so we usually had to sit next to each other. I think we just became friends out of necessity. You know, like, ‘we might as well’.” He starts to pick at his fingers. “I hate who I used to be. I think about it every day. I think about how fucked up they were to me.” He laughs. “When Jonathan Byers beat the shit out of me, Tommy went to get me pain killers and a soda. And he asked me to pay him back!” He shakes his head and looks out the windshield. “I gave him my lunch for years, and all he cares about is two dollars?”

You purse your lips. “I’m sorry, Steve.”

“It’s alright,” he says quietly. “I’m in better company now.” He smiles gratefully over at you, and that same stomach-flipping feeling comes back. Again, you push it down.

He reaches out for your hand and grabs it, taking it in his, and you blush furiously. You’re happy that it’s dark out. “I’m sorry we didn’t hang out before.”

“Steve, it’s—”

“It’s not,” he interjects, knowing exactly what you’re about to say. “It’s not okay. I shouldn’t have let my stupid… mind get in the way of a good friendship. We’ll hang out as friends again soon, okay? Not sitting in my shitty BMW while we try to catch some bad guys.”

You nod. He squeezes your hand and lets go, and you look over at him. You take in his boyish features – the softness of his skin, the glimmer in his eyes, how strong of a nose he has. His broad shoulders, his toned arms. You force yourself to look away.

“We should go get more snacks,” you declare. “Drive us to the nearest 7-11 at once.”

“As you wish,” he smiles, putting the car in drive again.

You happened to choose the worst time to go.

Going inside was fine – you get a slushie and some more Twizzlers, a bag of chips. Steve gets a soda and some candy bars. You pay, he’s grateful, it’s fine. But when you walk outside, you literally walk into the devil himself – Tommy Hagan.

He’s surrounded by four friends, one of which is Carol. Everyone pauses for a moment, eyes wide, before Tommy breaks out into a devious grin. “Well, look who it is.”

Steve is stiff as a board. “Hi, Tommy.”

“Look at you,” Carol croons, reaching up to yank on a lock of hair. “Hair’s gotten longer.”

Steve shrugs out of her grip, scoffing. “I see you’re still as annoying as ever.”

Tommy steps in between them, toe to toe with Steve, and you don’t even think before you grab him and shove him away. The typical high school ooooo rises out of his friends, and Steve grabs your arm.

“Stop,” he hisses, but you can only hear your heartbeat in your ears, feeling red-hot anger coursing through you.

“Got a new slut, huh, Harrington?” Tommy asks, sneering.

“Fuck off, Tommy,” Steve growls. But that’s not what sets you off.

“Got other people fighting for you again, Steve? You still hanging out with fucking twelve-year olds? You still disappointing your parents? I knew you’d never amount to anything. You’re the same dumb kid I remember—”

“What did you just say?” you ask through clenched teeth.

Tommy bares his teeth. “I said your boyfriend is a fuck-up.”

That’s what sets you off.

You lunge forward, taking the lid off your slushie, and dumping it over his head. He gasps loudly and before he has time to truly process it, you twist his arm behind his back, spinning him around, bending him over. He cries out in pain. You never had to use your subduing training techniques before this point, but you’re elated that this is what you use it on.

“Say it again, dickhead, I dare you,” you spit.

“What the fuck, man?!” Tommy cries out.

“Leave Steve Harrington’s name out of your mouth, you fucking caveman.” You twist his arm back harder and he cries out again. Everyone is staring at you with their mouths open, Steve’s hanging a little lower than everyone else’s. He wants to reach forward and stop you, but he’s in too much shock to move.

You shove Tommy and he lands on his back, and you grab him by the collar, pulling him close to your face. His eyes are wide and the sticky cherry slushie runs down his face. “If I ever hear you talking about him, if you even so much as look his way, I’ll ruin you. No one will even remember you, Tommy Hagan. I’ll obliterate you. Understand?”

Tommy’s brows are knitted together, and he’s terrified.

“Understand?!” you shout.

“Yes,” he says quietly. You lean down and peck his nose, then let him go, and he falls onto his back again.

“Let’s get out of here,” you mutter to Steve, and after a moment he kicks into gear, running after you.

Steve sits in a shocked silence, mind on autopilot. He ends up driving back to his place, done for the night. He has to sit and think about what just happened for a while.

You’re silent, too. You’d never done anything even remotely like that before. It just felt like someone, or something, had possessed you. You feel guilty and ashamed, which only gets worse the longer Steve is silent.

He pulls into the driveway and shuts the car off. He stares out for a while, then slowly starts to shake his head. He looks at you, a twisted look of amusement on his face. You’re worried, forehead creased.

“Where did you learn that?” he asks.

You pause. “Training?”

“Holy shit,” he breathes, leaning back. “That was awesome.”

Relief runs through you. “You’re not pissed?”

“Are you joking?!” he asks happily. “Y/N, no one has ever stood up for me like that. Not a single person. Tommy would only stand up for me because he liked getting in fights.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Holy shit.”

You stare at him with wide eyes. “I just… did what was right.”

Steve gets out of his side and runs to yours, opening your door. He gives you his hands to pull you out and wraps you in a tight hug. You pause before wrapping your arms around him, returning the hug, squeezing him tightly.

“You’re not a fuckup,” you say into his shoulder. “Not even a little bit.”

He buries his face into the crook of your neck. “Thank you.”

You laugh. “If he goes to the police, I’m fucked.”

“He won’t go to the police,” he says, smiling widely, taking a step back. “He’s too scared to admit a girl scared him like that. And anyway, did you see his face?!”

“He looked so stupid,” you laugh.

“What an understatement,” he quips, and recreates Tommy’s expression, making you both double over in laughter.

As you calm down, he pulls you towards him, holding you to him tightly. “Thank you,” he repeats. “I mean it.”

You smile softly, squeezing your eyes shut and wrapping your arms around him. “What are friends for?”

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andcontemplation · 4 years

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I saw your pic of Winona and Helena and I was wondering if you could do a short ficlet of maybe young Joyce discussing her fling/friendzone/love with Hop with her older sister cause hell she's desperate about it

Like the sister could ask her out, give advice, tease her about it, they could talk about each other's experiences or Joyce could even ask her for advice cause she's afraid to fuck things up if it gets physical

I'm not a writer so I'm leaving all my ideas here, I'd love if you wrote this but don't worry if you're too busy or sth

Dear Anon -- I don’t normally take many fic requests because I’m such a slow writer, but this one just sprouted fully formed from my brain the moment I read your ask! It still took me a few days to get after since life got busy for me. It also turned out to be about 1400+ words so I’ve pasted below under the cut. I’ll be uploading it to Ao3 soon too when I get a chance :) I’d be happy to dedicate it to you if you feel comfortable dm-ing me your username on Ao3. Thank you for sending it along!

"Hey, you! What's wrong?"

Joyce nearly jumped out of her skin at the disembodied voice that called out from the empty bedroom -- or at least, the bedroom she thought was empty. She turned on a dime, clutching for her heart. Joyce might’ve been sixteen going on seventeen, but she was far too young for a heart attack.

"Jesus!" She gasped at the familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. "I didn't know you were home."

"Ma didn't tell you I was coming home for Thanksgiving?" Stella stopped unpacking the small duffle at her feet and raised an eyebrow at her sister.

Joyce sighed and leaned against the doorframe.

"Ma's not even here! She went to Chicago this morning with her new beau."

"Color me surprised," Stella deadpanned, throwing the pair of socks down on the bed in disgust. "Which one? Tom?"

Joyce shook her head.

"Randy. Tom was married."

Stella rolled her eyes and reached for another handful of clothes.

"Of course he was," she snapped. "How does she keep falling for that same old line?"

Joyce only shrugged and toed the door jamb, waiting for her sister to invite her into her room.

They hadn't seen much of each other since Stella ran off at sixteen to live with her boyfriend in Philadelphia, almost two years previous, and as the months and then the years passed by, Joyce felt more and more distant from the sister she grew up with. It was beginning to feel like eons had passed since they would spend all their days together, playing dolls and dress-up in that exact bedroom, performing plays for the neighborhood kids in the backyard or riding their bikes downtown to go try on perfume and makeup at the five and dime.

Joyce was still a little miffed at Stella for running off and leaving her behind with their mother and not taking Joyce with her when she left. It didn't seem fair that she had to stay when she was the baby -- the baby with the most responsibility -- the one who ended up making sure Ma didn't go completely off the rails, dependent on the bottle again or running off with a third husband. The resentment Joyce still carried always made her forget just how much she missed having her big sister around and how much she still needed her.

Stella looked up from her duffle bag and saw Joyce standing there, looking at her with big, red-rimmed eyes.

"Sorry Ma skipped town. I'm glad you're home," Joyce said, meaning it.

Stella's frown melted, and she dropped the clothes in a heap, patting the bed beside her.

"I am too. Now tell me what's wrong."

Joyce sighed deeply.

"Nothing. It's stupid."

"Boys?" Stella asked with a knowing grin.

Joyce sighed again, and her eyes fluttered up to the ceiling, embarrassed at the degree of stupidity she was feeling that very moment. She willed herself not to cry over him.

Stella pushed Joyce's bangs out of her eyes and off her cheeks, where they stuck to pale skin, and gave her little sister a look. But instead of imbibing confidence, it just made Joyce want to cry more.

She made a face and sucked in a breath before letting it all out.

"Karen and I saw Hop behind the bleachers with one of the cheerleaders today at lunch."

Stella's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh. Which cheerleader?"

"Chrissy Carpenter. That bottle blonde bubble-headed... bimbo!"

Joyce glared out the window and across the street at the edge of Hopper's front lawn, the only piece of his house she could see from that angle.

Stella choked back a giggle when she noticed how intensely Joyce was staring.

"Woah. That's some serious alliteration."

"Yeah, well," Joyce grumbled and shrugged. "I'm upset."

Stella went back to emptying out the rest of her bag, but not before throwing her sister a loving look.

"I can see that. But I thought you and Jimmy were just friends?"

"We are!" Joyce finally dragged her eyes off his house and pouted at Stella before trailing off. "It's just that…"

"Oh come on," Stella said and ruffled Joyce's bangs. "You know you can tell me!"

There was another eye roll from Joyce.

"I just thought that something had changed between us this year. Maybe... Oh, I don't know anymore."

Then she clammed up.

Stella walked over to the window, took out a pack of Slims, and lit one up before opening the window a crack.

"Know what? Spit it out, sis!"

Joyce couldn't look at her older, prettier, more elegant sister, sitting there smoking at the windowsill like some french model who could have any man she wanted -- wrapped around her little finger. Joyce wished she could only look so mod and in charge.

Instead, she felt pathetic for pining after the boy across the street.

"Well," she started, flopping back on the bed, finding it easier to confess without having to worry about seeing the look of judgment cross Stella's face. "He'd been acting weird since we went camping this last summer. Then I realized by the second week of September that he was over here almost every night. At first, he said he needed help with his schoolwork because he really wanted to graduate, and since we're in all the same classes, it made sense, right? But by October, he was coming over for the dumbest reasons, and then I started to think he was gonna ask me to the homecoming dance. Like, I was so sure he was gonna do it. A few times, actually. But it was like he chickened out or something."

Stella held up a hand to pause Joyce there, even though Joyce couldn't see it.

"Waitaminute. Didn't you say on our last phone call that Lonnie Byers asked you out that night?"

"Yep, and what a date that was." Joyce rolled her head to the side and looked at her sister with a scowl.

Stella smirked, tapping the end of the cigarette out over the eaves.

"I warned you about him."

"Yeah yeah, I know: 'Lonnie Byers is scum.' But I'm pretty sure we're talking about Hop here?"

"Pardonne Moi! Please... continue."

"So, he seemed a bit distant after homecoming, but he'd still come over to study sometimes, and I'd catch him staring at me. It almost looked like he wanted to kiss me or something. And one day during gym, he told me I looked pretty when I knew for a fact I was a sweaty, frizzy mess. I guess it got in my head because I started to think, well maybe I want him to kiss me. And maybe I like him too? I was gonna tell him this weekend. I had it all planned out. But then he runs off and swaps spit with Chrissy, and now here I am, crying over a dumb boy. Stupid, stupid me."

Stella put the last bit of the cigarette out and moved back to the bed, pushing Joyce's legs out of the way.

"Not stupid," she said. "Just young and in love."

Joyce sat up on her elbows, nose turned up in protest.

"Gross. I am not!"

"You are." Stella chuckled.

Joyce frowned as she slowly realized her sister was right and succumbed to her lovesick fate.

"I am, aren't I?"

"'Fraid so, my dear."

"Cripes -- this sucks!”

"Oh, don't worry." Stella smiled. "I know just the thing to fix a broken heart! Ma might not be around but we can still have fun. What’s say we stay up late, paint our nails, eat our way through an entire tub of ice cream and I can give you some pointers for when you find yourself a real man. You'll be over that silly Hopper boy in no time."

"But what if I don't want to be over him?" Joyce whined, feeling sick for even thinking it let alone admitting it out loud. He was her best friend, since before they could walk, and those feelings had remained strictly platonic but lately, she couldn't imagine being without him, let alone sharing him with anyone else. Especially bottle blonde bubble-headed bimbos.

Stella held her hand out to Joyce and helped her sit up.

"Trust me, sis. It's for the best. Boys like Jim and Lonnie will ruin you for life. You belong with someone sweet and kind, who won't rush you before you're ready…"

Joyce scoffed.

"Boys like that don't exist!"

"Sure, they do!" Stella nodded. Then she had an idea. "Say -- isn't there a Sadie Hawkins soon?"

"Yeah, the Snowball," Joyce said, cluing in, trying not to look too excited. "You think I should ask Hop?"

"No!" Stella sighed. "I'm saying you should ask a nice boy to go with you."

"A what?"

"Think of the nicest, and well... let’s say the nerdiest guy in your class, and ask him to the Snowball. Not Lonnie or Hop! No more bad boys who play ping-pong with your heart."

"No, no way!" Joyce shook her head and dove headfirst into the pillows. "I am not asking Bob the Brain!"

Stella threw her hands up in the air.

"Fine, be miserable and alone forever then. See if I care!"

"Fine!" Joyce shouted, muffled by the pillows before dissolving into a fit of giggles as her sister beat her over the head with another frilly embroidered pillow.

"I'm glad you're home," Joyce said when she caught her breath.

"Me too, sis," Stella said. "Me too."

#anon #asks #fanfiction #jopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #teen!jopper #highschool jopper #winona ryder #helena bonham carter

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missaudreyhorney · 4 years

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(Almost) Every Idea Ever

Although I rarely ever finish writing a fic, that never stops me from getting new ideas for them. Terrible, horrible, dumpster fire ideas. Okay, some of them are wholesome on occasion, but mostly it’s just filth. I've excluded a couple of things because either they were just too awful to mention or I’m currently working on them and I want it to be a surprise.

The first story I started to write this year was original fiction but with the main male character heavily inspired by Jim Hopper. It was about a recently married young woman having an affair with her father-in-law. This really set a precedent for the rest of my ideas and should indicate to you the level of depravity on this list.

Hopper x Reader:

Hurts So Good series - In 1982, Reader is Mayor Kline’s daughter and has a crush on Chief Hopper. She decides to pursue him and things don’t go quite as planned but they still end up having steamy, rough sex. A secret affair begins between the two of them but it eventually leads to heartbreak. Heavy emphasis on Dom/sub and pain kink. - Initial pursuit, fingering in the car, sex (60%) - Phone sex the following day (70%) - Rough sex, bordering on consensual nonconsent (partially written) - Introduction to Daddy kink (notes) - Body worship (notes) - Bruise kink (notes) - Facesitting (50%) - hurt/comfort throatfucking, an argument, angst/fluff (75%) - Orgasm denial/control (70%) - Possible gunplay? (Unwritten) - Disciplinary spanking (notes)

Dress You Up series - In 1985, Hopper meets plus-size!Reader at JCPenney when he comes in to pick out a shirt for his date. After Joyce stands him up, he decides to come back and ask Reader out instead. Probably the cutest idea I’ve ever had for smut. Inspired by flamehairedwritings and flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash. - 1st meeting, 2nd meeting, date, sex (50%) - 2nd date, a continuation of My First Drabble (partially written) - Meeting El and she’s standoffish (notes)

Domestic Smut - Reader and husband!Hopper are at the cabin alone together one weekend. After breakfast, she tries to wash the dishes but the sink is broken, the water squirting everywhere. A water fight turns into a tickle fight which turns into kitchen table sex. (50%)

Hopper blindfolding Reader during sex at the cabin (Notes)

Hopper blindfolding Reader during a blowjob in his office at the police station (Minimal notes)

Hopper rubbing a popsicle on Reader’s body then licking it off (Minimal notes)

Hopper coming over to Reader’s house, unannounced, late at night, in the rain, for a quick rough fuck. Inspired by one of the pictures from the Playboy shoot. (Partially written)

Licking Hopper’s hand and arm veins to get his attention while he reads the Sunday newspaper. (Unwritten)

Sucking Hopper’s cock while he smokes a cigar on the porch and either ignores you or looks at you with disdain. Inspired by a compilation video of David smoking a cigar on Instagram Live. (Unwritten)

Consensual nonconsent fantasy where Hopper touches Reader and tells her to say no to him while he’s making her cum. Rough, forceful sex immediately follows. (Partially written)

Bootlicker - anti-cop Reader has a secret fetish for cops and Hopper is more than happy to oblige them and keep quiet about it. (Notes)

Working out my own personal issues via smut, bigender-questioning AFAB Reader puts on Hopper’s uniform shirt and hat. Much to their delight, he says they look like a boy. He also says “If you’re going to dress like a boy, I’m going to fuck you like one.” Basically just incredible anal sex while Hopper calls Reader a good boy. Extremely niche subject but the fantasy of this is so affirming to me, I can’t not think about it. (Notes)

Hopper x Reader requests

A sequel to Little Magnum where the dog is a few years older. There is maybe also a cat? (Unwritten)

Fire & Ice - Reader is playing in the snow when it’s getting dark outside. Hopper tells them to come in but they don’t listen. Reader falls and hurts their ankle then Hopper gets angry at their disobedience. Not because he’s a jerk, but because he can’t imagine his life without Reader and doesn’t want to lose them. Angsty hurt/comfort. (~70%)

Replacement idea since Fire & Ice was much too angsty - Reader gets stung by a bee and Hopper freaks out. Reader is fine but he babies them nonetheless, because again, his greatest fear is losing them. Very cute and silly. (unwritten)

Freezeframe - Reader bought Hopper a Polaroid camera for his birthday and he hasn’t used it months later. Taking matters into her own hands, she uses the camera for some naughty selfies. Once Hopper finds the pictures, he decides to assume the role of photographer and gets some very intimate shots of Reader. (80-85%)

Morning Wood - Reader lets themself into the cabin early one Summer morning and sees Hopper in bed, fully nude, just a sheet covering the part they want to see most. Hop wakes up, invites Reader into bed with him, and a blowjob ensues. Very detailed description of his body. (Notes)

Hopper gets injured and needs Reader to patch him up. She gets pissed though for him being in yet another dangerous situation where he yet again gets hurt. Reader reprimanding him leads to confessions of feelings which leads to sex. (Unwritten)

Reader has been feeling ignored by Hopper lately and decides to make him jealous to get his attention. She flirts with another man at a bar while Hopper watches and seethes with rage. He punishes her by dragging her into the parking lot then spanking over the tailgate of his Chevy Blazer. Rough sex and more spanking goes down back at the cabin. Based on my jealous!Hopper headcanon post. (Partially written)

Principal Hopper - One of the worst ideas I’ve ever had, which is saying A LOT. High school principal Hopper catches one of his 18-year-old female students spying on him between classes and confronts her about it. Sexual tension bubbles up until neither of them can control themselves. Based on a fantasy told to me by a friend who I will not name. (Notes)

Hopper x Reader AUs

Messing Around With Jim series - A continuation of The Big Game, Afterschool Special, and Third Time’s A Charm. Modern!Hopper and Reader having all kinds of sex. - Fingering, gentle sex, tender orgasm control (50%) - Period sex, vibrator (Notes) - First blowjob, a continuation of A Sampling (partially written) - Hop eating Reader’s pussy for his birthday (minimal notes) - Fingering in the car, truck bed sex (notes) - Another blowjob, rough sex over the hood of a car (partially written) - Pussy eating at the park (notes) - Hop not understanding FaceTime, fluff, smut (unwritten) - Roleplaying how they met, sex at Reader’s parents house (notes) - July 4th fingering, rough sex, surprises (notes) - Remote control vibrator (partially written) - More pussy eating, this time in Hop’s cutting edge shirt (partially written) - Yet another blowjob, this time in a movie theater (unwritten) - Jealousy resulting in overstimulation/”forced” orgasms (notes) - 4 part miniseries about butt plugs/anal sex (notes) - Confronting her parents, angst (55-60%) - Learning about Sara, ANGST! (notes)

Vacation series - modem!Hopper and Reader go on vacation together. That’s it, that’s the plot. Idea from David’s Croatian vacation pics and conversations with Tayler. All just notes at this point. - Christening the hotel bed - Bratty Reader getting semi-publicly punished - Hopper taking care of drunk!Reader, humor, fluff - Double date

carpenter!Hopper - Reader is recently divorced and hires Hop to make repairs on her house before she sells it. Graphic detail of him doing manly things like sawing and hammering. Porn with plot. Inspired by another friend, she knows who she is. (Notes in the form of a 500-word summary)

Detective Hopper - various bits and pieces of ideas inspired by David being digitally handcuffed to Darren Criss and Michael Stuhlbarg in Vanity Fair, plus a few pictures in 2016. (Unwritten)

Captain Hopper - a collaboration with @pkg4mumtown. She said she was thinking about fire captain!Hopper rescuing her from a burning building and I told her my pre-existing firefighter idea of being saved and then wanting to thank him in a variety of ways. Things snowballed from there and I decided we need to write it. Mostly just notes so far. - Initial meeting, first date, sex - Second date, making dinner together, sex

Hopper x Joyce:

There is a list of my Jopper ideas (Various degrees of notes)

Teenage Joyce and Hopper meeting in high school and their relationship that follows. Maybe a oneshot? Maybe a series? (Notes)

Hopper x Billy: (Over 18-years-old and no longer in high school!)

1940/50’s AU - Hopper meets expat Billy at a cigar club while on vacation in Havana. A familiar face, so to speak, in a foreign land. Hop pays Billy to take him back to his apartment and “keep him company”. Maybe two chapters? Inspired by a photo of Dacre Montgomery in GQ Germany. (Partially written.)

Hopper catches Billy “renting his time” at a truck stop outside of town and threatens to arrest him, but Billy bribes him with sex. (Unwritten.) I’m sorry but there’s just something about the idea of rent boy Billy that I absolutely love.

Hopper + Billy + Reader - completely implausible threeway (Unwritten)

David Harbour RPF:

AU where instead of being an actor, he’s a drama teacher at a high school in New York City and the kids from Stranger Things are his students. Pure fluff. (Please write this for me!)

Giving him a blow job before an important event. TWO different versions. Inspired by numerous photos of David wearing a robe. (Minimal notes)

Riding his thigh and everything that entails. Inspired by a picture of David from GQ Mexico. (Minimal notes)

touch-starved!David hires a sexworker during the pandemic because he’s lonely quarantining by himself. No sex. He literally just wants a hug and someone to be affectionate with him. Unconventional fluff. (Unwritten)

Other DKH-related shenanigans:

Let’s Ride sequel - Reader goes on a second date with Deacon from SoulCycle, they go out for sashimi and end up at his place. He has a cat that he inherited from a neighbor. Reader teaches him how to put her in a chokehold. (Unwritten)

Alexei Shostakov smut - some type of Bond Girl situation where Reader has to seduce him. Just an excuse for me to lovingly describe his large tattooed body in vivid detail. (Unwritten)

The Stranger - Reader has an ongoing affair with a mysterious man whose name is never mentioned. They meet at high society functions and hook up in fancy hotels. One night, he finds out that she’s married and punishes her for her dishonesty. Inspired by a photo of David looking annoyed in a tuxedo. (Notes)

Daddy Dom/little girl roleplay fantasy. Sweet, smutty, and slightly taboo. (Notes)

Daddy’s Little...Helper - Me, as submissive!Reader, watching Daddy jack off right in front of my face after he comes home from work. Based on a conversation with an Instagram friend and a picture of David in the play “Cal In Camo” where he’s holding a beer bottle between his legs. (65%)

Stranger Things x Twin Peaks crossover - Chief Jim Hopper comes to Twin Peaks to help Special Agent Dale Cooper solve some type of paranormal mystery. Perhaps a parallel between The Black Lodge and The Upside Down? I think this would work really really well, but I can’t write it myself. (Please write this for me!)

In conclusion: Yes, I know I need to have my head examined. Yes, I know I spend too much time thinking about Jim Hopper. Let me know if you LIKE these ideas. Please do not let me know if you hate these ideas.

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hazeofhearts · 5 years

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Dodging A Bullet (Alexei x reader)

Warning: Swearing, sexual themes, Alexei cuteness

Italic words are Russian.

1973

You stood on your doorstep, face downcast and tears welling in your eyes. Out of all the goodbyes you’d delivered, this was the hardest. The one for Alexei.

Russia was a dangerous country for your family, as your father was a very prominent figure in politics. He could not walk down the street without someone trying to murder him or any of his family members.

So, he had received relief in the United States witness protection program. Your family’s new identities existed and were ready to go. All you had to do was safely leave the country without anyone finding you.

You ran a hand through Alexei’s curly hair, wild and unruly as it was. You’d called him early this morning and it appeared he’d jumped right out of bed, not even bothering to brush his hair. Alexei covered your hand with his where it was on his head, his eyes wide and sad.

“I wish I could take you with me,” you said, blinking as a lock of hair was whipped by the wind from under your fur hat.

“I wish I could come with you. I’d want nothing more,” Alexei whispered.

“I want to give you my new address but Papa says I can’t. That defeats the whole purpose of relocating and being safe.”

Alexei let a tear slide down his face and you started bawling. You buried your head in his chest and he held you tight.

“My brave boy, how will I survive without you! I will never make it a year without seeing your face.”

“No, no, my love. You must go on. I will find you. I promise.”

You hugged Alexei close to you, squeezing as hard as possible.

“Indiana,” you whispered in his ear before you separated from him.

He looked ready to question you but before he could, you pressed your lips to his passionately. He wrapped his arms securely around your waist, picking you up off the ground just a little bit.

Your mother called your name and you separated from Alexei, making careful eye contact with him.

“Indiana,” he muttered back and you nodded.

You stepped away from him, your hand still holding his. Your mother called your name again. You pulled away with one final tug, your hand falling to your side.

“I love you,” you said quietly so your parents couldn’t hear. You were sixteen and in their eyes, there was no such thing as love for someone so young.

“I love you,” Alexei responded, mourning clear in his voice.

You moved toward the car and slid in, turning around to watch Alexei get farther and farther away until he was only a dot on the horizon.

12 years later

You groaned at the sound of your alarm, smacking it off your bedside table. The same dream about Alexei again. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and sat up.

There, on your dresser across from your bed, was a framed picture of the same boy that plagued your dreams. It was taken on your one year anniversary, one month before you had to move.

Your eyes were on the camera while Alexei’s eyes were on you. You both were smiling and hugging each other underneath a black umbrella. The sincere love in Alexei’s eyes made you cry almost every day because you’d never been able to move on. You’d never been able to find someone who looked at you like that and you were sure you never would.

You showered and ate a quick breakfast before dressing in your uniform and heading off to work.

You had been in the town of Hawkins long enough that most people had forgotten that you’d moved to town with your family instead of being born there. Therefore, it was quite easy to get a job with the police when you’d wanted one after graduating from college. You were out in the field a lot, protecting others that couldn’t protect themselves and it was your favorite part of the day.

You had just returned home for lunch when a knock came at the door. You opened it to reveal your boss, Chief Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers and someone else you couldn’t see, proven by the tufts of hair peaking out.

“Hey there, Y/N. Can we come in?”

“Uh, sure, Chief. Who’s that?”

“Some Russian we found while investigating. Sorry we didn’t take you with us. Once we got the locations of places, we just sort of went.”

“It’s totally fine! Come on in.”

You turned and trailed into your home, letting them follow behind you. You heard a small scuffle but thought nothing of it. Going into your kitchen, you poured some peanuts into a bowl, poured four drinks and placed them all on a tray to carry out to your guests.

“Sorry I don’t have a lot on hand. I made due with what I could.”

You looked up at the three people in your living room as you set down the tray. Joyce looked frazzled as all hell, Hopper looked about ready to pass out and-

“Lyosha?!”

Alexei looked up startled before an extreme range of emotions crossed his face. Confused, surprised and overjoyed were just a few. He stood and ran as best he could in handcuffs, stopping in front of you.

“Alexei, it must be too good to be true. Is it really you, my love,” you said, tears flowing down your cheeks. Alexei raised his handcuffed hands and caressed your cheek.

“It’s me! It’s me. I can prove it. Must I prove it?”

“No, no. You don’t need to prove anything. I can tell it’s you. Your hair hasn’t changed,” you responded with a wet giggle. Alexei leaned forward and kissed your tear stained cheeks and held your hands.

“Does anybody want to tell me what the hell is going on,” Hopper queried from your couch.

You shy away from Alexei, suddenly embarrassed about your reunion. You guide him back to the couch and go off to get the only remaining picture you have of your past.

******

Half an hour later, Joyce is rubbing your back as you conclude your story. Hopper is sitting in front of you, rubbing his beard with his hand, your picture in the other. He’s staring at you intently. Alexei is as well and you can’t look at it for more than five seconds without becoming flustered.

“Witness Protection Program?”

“Yes. I’m technically not supposed to tell you and I have no way of making you believe me but, it’s the truth.”

Hopper set down your government forged birth certificate and other legal documents. He stood and paced around the living room for a second. Alexei stretched across your coffee table and grasped your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“Don’t worry my love. Everything will be alright.”

“You didn’t even understand anything I said,” you snarked back, a grin creeping over your face.

“And I’m just supposed to believe that this is an accident?”

Hopper gestures between you and Alexei.

“Chief, if I had been a spy at sixteen, I’m sure you’d have been able to tell. You were here when I moved into town!”

Hopper sighed and stared at you again. You tried to look as sincere as possible but you didn’t know how as you really were telling the truth.

“I need a minute.”

Hopper stepped out of the living room and you could hear him leave through the front door. Joyce followed after a moments pause, motioning for the two of you to stay. Once she left the room, you turned to Alexei.

“How long have you been here?”

“A year,” Alexei said, a twinge of shame in his voice .

“A year?! How could you have been here a year and never tried to find me?”

“It wasn’t that simple, my love, I swear to you. I was being kept under heavy surveillance. I was trusted with Soviet tech and was building weapons. If I had come here of my own choice, I would have searched high and low for you.”

You tapped your fingers against your knee before standing and going to the phone. Alexei made panicked noises behind you but you ignored him.

“Hi Flo! Yeah, I just had some family issues come up, I won’t be able to return to the station for the rest of the day. Thanks so much. I’ll definitely talk to Hopper.”

You hung up the phone and sat down next to Alexei. You took his hand in yours and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. His cheeks flushed quickly as he looked away nervously.

“Why are your lips red, Lyosha?”

“I had a cherry... Slurpee! It was really good. I want another one.”

You giggled and pressed your nose to his cheek, reveling in his warmth and the familiar contours of his body.

“If we make it out of whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into, I’ll buy you all the cherry Slurpees you want.”

Alexei hummed happily and pulled your closer to him. You were almost on his lap when Joyce and Hopper came back into the room.

“Alright, alright. Break it up, you two. Y/N, can we use your car?”

“My car,” you questioned, standing up.

“Yes.”

“What for?”

“Well, we took the car we used to get here. And I’m sure the people who are tailing us will know what it looks like.”

“Wait, wait,” you interrupted. “You have people tailing you and you led them to my house?!”

“Yes, I did. But if we ditch our car and take yours, they’ll be confused.”

“I’m sure that the people tailing you will remember your face.”

“Yeah they’ll also remember your little boyfriend so just lend us the damn car so we can go!”

Hopper’s outburst didn’t startle you but his mention of Alexei did. Your blood turned to ice. You turned to Alexei.

“What on earth have you been doing?”

Alexei kept silent.

“We don’t have time to talk. We need to go,” Joyce said gently, pulling you to the door.

“Wait, hold on.”

You rushed to your bedroom, shucking off your work khakis and button up shirt, trading them for jeans and a soft, white t-shirt tucked into them. You emerged again with your hair pulled away from your face and didn’t spare anyone a glance as you strode out the front door, tucking your gun in your waistband.

You heard Hopper shuffle Alexei along. You tossed your keys to him as you climbed into the back next to Alexei.

“No funny business back there, you two.”

“Jesus, Hopper,” Joyce muttered.

You linked your hand with Alexei’s on his lap. He looked to you with those same sad puppy dog eyes.

“They won’t hurt you, Lyosha. I promise.”

Alexei nodded slowly, his immense trust making your chest warm.

******

You had arrived at your destination and Alexei had been ripped from the back seat. You clambered after him and your boss as Hopper dragged him to the front door of a shady ass looking building.

“Hop, not that I don’t trust you, but where the fuck are we?”

He shushes you and pressed the buzzer.

A crackling voice comes over the intercom, telling you to state your full name. Hopper does for all of you in an exasperated tone you’re not used to. You’ve truly never heard him more irritated.

A dispute over Alexei’s last name almost made you speak up if a balding man wielding a shotgun didn’t suddenly open the door. You drew your gun immediately, holding it up to defend yourself.

“Get that out of my face, you bald American pig.”

“Lyosha!”

“I may be bald, but you’re the one in handcuffs, Soviet scum.”

You gulped.

“Hi, Jim,” the man said almost sheepishly.

You were led slowly into the man’s house, putting away your gun after Hopper nudged it. Suddenly you heard a whirring as the man scanned Alexei with a weird sort of metal detector.

Once again, you made a move to help when Hopper and then Joyce became involved. You kept silent, rubbing circles into Alexei’s back. The man who you now knew as Murray grabbed your arm as you walked past.

“Don’t think I’ve let my guard down with you. I heard you talk to him like that.”

“Hopper can explain it to you,” you said coldly, tugging your arm out of the man’s reach.

You sat next to Alexei on the couch and he brushed your shoulder with his hand. You smiled at him and laced your fingers with his.

Murray sat down on his chair and clasped his hands together.

“So, where do we begin?”

******

You jerked awake when someone nudged you.

“We’re going somewhere,” Alexei said to you. He helped you up with his now free hands. You separated from him soon after, as you remembered his difficultly to work with your team and his near escape. You walked to the car and as soon as you were in, Hopper sped off.

It wasn’t long before you stopped at the fair ground. Hopper and Joyce stepped out of the car and you hesitated.

“L/N, come on. You’re coming with us,” Hopper said.

You turned to Alexei and Murray, your heart rate spiking at the thought of leaving them alone. Even if you were upset with him, you just couldn’t leave Alexei.

“Don’t worry about them, come with us. We need another cop.”

You clasped Alexei’s hands in yours and looked him in the eye.

“Stay safe, Lyosha. I’ll come back soon. I love you.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips and got out of the car, keeping your eyes down and pace fast. Hopper and Joyce followed you.

“So,” Murray said. “You really do know each other.”

“Yes. She’s the love of my life.”

Hopper had put you on perimeter duty and it was as boring as it sounded, even as tense as you were. You didn’t know who you were supposed to be looking for. You knew he was big and he looked like the Terminator but that was it.

You hear a lot of cheering and a grown man’s laugh and you turned around to see Alexei at a dart balloon booth. You rushed to him quickly as he threw his last dart.

The man at the booth handed Alexei his Woody Woodpecker stuffed animal as you reached him.

“What are you doing, Alexei? You should be at the car!”

“I wanted to experience America! Murray is letting me experience American life to the fullest!”

The was a childish glimmer in his eyes and a cute pout on his lips.

“You still need to be careful, my brave boy,” you said, your eyes softening.

He nodded and looked over your shoulder.

“Ah, Murray!”

Alexei grabbed your hand and pulled you towards Murray where he was at a hot dog on a stick stand. Alexei stopped dead, pulling you back with him.

“Lyosha?”

“It’s him.”

You whipped your head around to see the Terminator. A real live Terminator in front of you. He pulled out a silencer gun and was loping towards you.

You turned and started running immediately, pulling Alexei behind you. You could hear him stumbling every once in a while and cursing. You were swerving between game booths and food stands, the sights and smells around you not doing their job of masking your panic.

You made it to a seclusion of trees at the edge of the fair and turned back to see the man nowhere in sight. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t close behind you though.

You found a tree with limbs close to the ground and motioned for Alexei to climb up first. He handed you his Woody Woodpecker and you pressed it to your face, the smell of dust and fried food permeating the fuzzy fabric. You passed the stuffed animal up and hoisted yourself into the tree onto a different branch.

“This way,” you whispered, motioning for Alexei to follow you as you walked across connecting branches.

“Fucking shit. How are you doing that?”

You giggled.

“Magic.”

You stopped once you were far enough away from your initial climb spot to survey the fair ground. There you tried your best to look for the Terminator. Somehow you found him, way in the distance, stepping into the fun house.

“Now’s our chance! Let’s run for it!”

You tried your best not to hurt yourself as you climbed down. Alexei dropped his Woody Woodpecker into your arms and then climbed down himself. You ran together for your car where Murray was waiting.

“Jesus Christ, you guys scared me!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! It’s not like we were running from a Russian assassin or anything,” you yelled at him as you threw yourself into the drivers seat. Alexei and Murray piled into the back seat and you skidded off to the fun house where you knew Hopper and Joyce would be.

You stopped just outside of the employee exit and bounced your leg anxiously. They indeed came out quickly and hopped in.

“How did you know we’d be here?”

“Saw the Terminator,” you said breathlessly as you revved your engine and sped to Starcourt mall.

******

You sat in the back of an ambulance, keeping gentle conversation with Will Byers until his mom found him. Alexei was loitering on your other side, holding his stuffed animal tightly and refusing to speak to anyone.

Will saw his mom and pushed off from the ambulance, leaving you and Alexei alone.

“So,” you began.

“So?”

“So, now that you’re free and everyone else has been arrested, what are you going to do,” you asked.

“Stay by your side, if you’ll let me,” Alexei responded.

You looked to Alexei, your cheeks warm.

“That sounds like a good idea to me. But I don’t think we should stay here in Indiana.”

“Well, what did you have in mind, my love?”

One year later

You gasped as Alexei bit the sensitive spot on your neck and licked it, his lips smiling on your skin. Your hands were tangled in his mussed up hair and pulled every so often.

You ground your hips into his, smirking at his choked breath. You were sitting in his lap, straddling his hips and pressing your chest to his. Your shirts had been tossed elsewhere in your apartment and you could tell that your pants were going to come next.

Alexei suddenly stood and hoisted you up onto his waist, your legs wrapping around him. He buried his face in your chest as he traipsed through your apartment, the California night air cooling your skin.

You were dropped on the bed and you giggled as Alexei pulled your pants off and let them drop to the floor. He climbed up on the bed and hovered over you. His goofy smile and fogged up glasses turning your heart to mush.

You took off his glasses, placing them on your nightstand. Alexei held your left hand up, kissing the diamond there on your finger. You brushed his hair behind his ear with the same hand.

“I love you, Alexei.”

“I love you too.”

Alexei descended on you once more, trailing kisses down your body. You squirmed as he moved further down your body, closer to the spot you wanted him to touch more than anything. His nose brushed the band of your underwear and he reached up and grabbed it with his teeth, snapping it back to your skin and making you flinch.

“Naughty,” you breathed out.

Alexei only chuckled, his breath fanning over your thighs.

A boom outside your window did not deter Alexei as he held you under him, making you moan and arch your body to his. Your hands were scrabbling for purchase on his toned back as he held your close to him. He moved your legs over his shoulders, a high pitched moan coming from your mouth as a result.

Alexei nipped your breast with his teeth, his tongue flicking out of his mouth to sooth the sore spot. He moved his head into the crook of your neck as his hands splayed across your lower back.

“Alexei,” you moaned.

Alexei moved your legs again and sat up so you were in the same position as on the couch, your legs spread and him between them.

He pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, his breaths becoming more ragged in your mouth. You tugged on his hair again and again as you swiveled your hips.

A loud firework shot off the same time as your synchronized release, shaking the walls as you had done to the bed frame.

Alexei moved to lay on his side, still inside you, and he wrapped his arms around your body.

“Happy Fourth of July, Lyosha.”

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loove-persevering · 5 years

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Change My Mind (Part 1)

Description: You being a Byers automatically draws you to the chaos that is Hawkins Indiana. From your brother’s ‘’death’’ to him coming back to life, and then to his possession. You were practically sitting ducks waiting for the next mishap, cut to the summer of 1985 it was mid summer but it would definitely be one you’d never forget. Then throw in your hatred toward Steve Harrington and being trapped in a secret Russian Base with him, emotions are bound to come out.

You sat in the living room your hand tired and covered in lead from the drawing you had been working on, it was a copy of something similar to what Will would draw absentmindedly just with your own artistic spin to it. You had the music blaring through the house as you did so, Jonathan and your mom were at work and Will was at Dustins for his welcome home surprise party so that left you to yourself. You enjoyed the time by yourself but it would be nice to have something to do when both your brothers left you alone, so you sat home waiting for something the slightest bit more interesting to grab your attention.

To your advantage the phone rang and you push the sketch pad off your lap onto the side of the couch getting up, you walk over to the phone on the wall and pick it up. ‘’Hello?’’ You ask.

‘’Hey,’’ You hear Will’s voice as well as everyone else yelling in the background. ‘’Dustin wants us to go help him set something up can I go?’’ He asks.

‘’What is it?’’ You ask him twirling the phone cord around in your hand.

‘’Some type of radio thing so he can talk to his girlfriend,’’ Will says and you can hear the slightest bit of annoyance in his voice.

‘’Girlfriend?’’ You say letting out a laugh, ‘’Dustin got a girlfriend?’’ You say wanting to clarify this was the same boy who went to camp, the boy who Will said is getting girl advice from Harrington of all people.

‘’Yeah,’’ He sighs. ‘’But he needs our help and they’re trying to leave soon so can I go? Please?’’ He asks.

‘’Of course! You don’t really have to ask every time Will just as long as your not by yourself,’’ You explain to him. Will seemed so cautious when it came to going out now, he of course wanted to go out by himself which Jonathan started letting him which was a step in the right direction. But Will still always made sure to ask before he did anything, he was such a good kid it literally made your heart swell at how sweet he was. You knew the whole upside down situation really took a piece of him away, a very important piece and that was his childhood.

It took away what should’ve been a happy time in his life and turned it into a traumatizing one, he hadn’t been the same since and everyone knew it. You hated that it happened to him and you would’ve taken his place in a heartbeat if that meant he could have a normal childhood, you’d give it all back to him.

‘’Okay,’’ He pauses, ‘’Thank you! I gotta go now,’’ He says trying to rush off.

‘’Just call me if you need me okay?’’ You tell him making sure he knew.

‘’I know,’’ He says. ‘’Love you.’’

‘’Love you too,’’ You say back to him. You hang up the phone after that and stare back into the empty house realizing you were gonna be stuck here a few hours with no company.

Instead of staying by yourself you decide to head to the mall and thirty minutes later you once again sat at a table alone in the crowded area of the mall, it wasn’t as busy as usual but still enough people. People watching was your favorite thing and so an open canvas plus that gave you endless possibilities, you were drawing a group of girls sitting by the fountain now but you weren’t liking the way it turned out. You rip the page out of the book and crumble it in your hands letting out a deep sigh in frustration, you push back on the chair tilting it on the back two legs and throwing the piece of paper in the trash. You pick up your stuff and head towards Scoops Ahoy! Ready to grab your favorite ice cream, sadly that meant seeing Steve Harrington.

‘’Back again?’’ Steve says a hint of a smile on his face as you walk in. You roll your eyes at him and set your things down on the counter. ‘’You’ve hit stalker status Byers,’’ He says looking proud of himself.

‘’You wish I gave you the time of day,’’ You say to him crossing your arms over your chest. ‘’I want a scoop of mint chocolate chip,’’ You tell him getting out your wallet.

‘’Who eats mint?’’ You heard Robin ask through the window as it slides open.

‘’Me,’’ You say simply shrugging your shoulders. Steve just shakes his head and reaches for a cone and begins to scoop your ice cream. ‘’Don’t hold back on the ice cream Harrington,’’ You point out to him, he glances up at you annoyance written across his face and you just give him a wide smile.

‘’Dollar twenty five,’’ Steve says handing the ice cream to you, you hand him two dollars and wait for him to give you your change before dropping the remaining change in the tip jar. You glance up seeing Steve hovering over the register watching you intensely.

‘’Use that for a haircut,’’ You say and his mouth gapes open slightly as he puts his hand over his chest, you let out a small laugh and turn around walking over to one of the booths in the corner of the store.

Steve didn’t seem all that bad, the kids like him a lot which had to count for something. You however just seemed to always see him as that asshole that fought your brother and broke his camera, you could remember the day you got the call from your mom.

*FLASHBACK*

‘’Hello?’’ You answer the phone annoyed, math was frustrating you and as soon as you got on track with it something seemed to distract you right now it was this phone call.

‘’Y/N, I need you to go down to the police station,’’ Your mom says sounding more panicked then usual. ‘’Jonathan got arrested,’’ She says to you.

‘’What?’’ You practically scream. ‘’Arrested?’’ You ask her, what the hell?

‘’I don’t know can you just go down there with him until I get there?’’ She asks. ‘’I’m with Jim Hopper we’re pulled over at a gas station.’’

‘’Of course, I’m leaving now,’’ You tell her rushing off the phone, you immediately grab you set of keys off the table and throw on a jacket running out to the back shed and grabbing your bike. You biked to the police station as fast as you could, you hadn’t saved up enough money for a car, so the struggle to get there was real.

You arrive there minutes later and don’t even bother locking your bike up you just sit it against the brick wall of the outside of the police station. You rush inside walking through the narrow hall back to the desks, you saw Nancy Wheeler sitting next to him she was holding an ice pack to his head. ‘’What the hell Jonathan?’’ You call out making both of them look up to you, Nancy gives you a small smile and Jonathan just looks annoyed. ‘’What the hell happened? Why are you in handcuffs?’’ You ask finally noticing the silver clasp around his hands, no wonder Nancy was holding the ice pack, ‘’No offense but what are you doing here?’’ You ask her.

She looks to Jonathan and then back to you, ‘’We were uh-’’ She looked nervous? ‘’We were out getting a few things,’’ She lets out a deep breath.

‘’Mind if I talk to my brother alone for a second?’’ You ask her, she glances over at Jonathan who still had his head pushed against the ice pack, she nods and Jonathan takes the ice pack from her not looking up. You go over and take a seat next to him your hands crossed over your chest, ‘’Jonathan,’’ You sigh, you knew that this whole thing was taking a toll on him with Will and your mom, Hell it was on you too. It was hard hearing your mom talking about how he was alive, you saw his body how could that be? What could that be? ‘’What happened?’’ You ask him trying to sound as sympathetic as possible, ‘’You don’t do stuff like this.’’

‘’It was nothing,’’ He says and you let out a laugh.

‘’Nothing?’’ You ask him. ‘’You’re in handcuffs! In the Police Station!’’ You shout trying to keep it as much of a whisper as possible. ‘’At least tell me the other guy looks worse,’’ You say sarcastically leaning back in the chair again crossing your arms.

‘’He does,’’ Jonathan says.

‘’What?’’ You ask leaning forward not believing what you had just heard. ‘’Who was it?’’

‘’Steve Harrington?’’ Jonathan says hesitantly.

‘’Steve Harrington!’’ You yell in a whisper at him, ‘’You got in a fight with Steve Harrington?’’ You ask him. ‘’Over what?’’ You knew that Steve picked on him but what would they fight over?

‘’He was just being an ass,’’ He says sos simply you widen your eyes at him encouraging him to tell you more, ‘’He said some stuff about Nancy, and then he started talking about like you mom and Will,’’ He says pushing the ice pack back to his eye.

‘’What did he say?’’ You ask feeling slightly angry that Steve who knew nothing about you or your family had something to say. ‘’Jonathan what did he say?’’ You ask putting your arm on his pulling it so he would look at you.

‘’Gosh Y/N! Nothing!’’ He yells at you. You felt a little taken back by his tone, Jonathan and Will were both the calm ones of the family, you were just like your mom in terms of freaking out, which happened to be a lot. ‘’I didn’t need you to come up here,’’ He sighs.

‘’You don’t want me here?’’ You ask him. He doesn't say anything he just groans in response, which was enough for you. You stand up and notice Nancy coming back in the room two cups of water in her hand and she gives you a soft smile, ‘’You know what?’’ You say glancing at the keys on the table. ‘’Have fun riding home with mom,’’ You tell him and grab the keys off the table turning around and making your way out of the station. You hoped nobody would steal your bike, but maybe your mom would see it and take it home. You get into the car slamming the door shut and starting the ignition, moving the clutch in reverse you press your foot on the gas and swing out of the parking lot of the police station. Your tears were clouding your vision as you thought about how messed up everything seemed right now, one of your brothers was in the police station for fighting and another one was missing. It felt like everything was falling apart in your family, your mom was off chasing something as of now you were unsure what, and Jonathan was too preoccupied with Nancy to see that you were mourning the loss of Will, that this was the hardest thing you would probably ever have to go through. It was hard and you were tired of fighting back the sadness, you were tired of trying to be the strong one while everyone else seemingly had their own ideas of where Will was or what happened to him.

So that resulted in some anger, and then that progressed into the parking lot of a gas station. You notice that stupid head of hair belonging to no other than Steve Harrington, you pulled the car over getting out and walking straight up to him, the tears at this point were streaming right down your face.

‘’Ah! There she is!’’ Tommy yelled out as you walked over to them. ‘’And look she’s sad,’’ He says laughing and fakes a pout.

You ignore Tommy walking straight up to Steve staring him down though he couldn’t meet your eye. ‘’You had something to say to him, you can say it to me too.’’ He looks up at you a little shocked and Tommy walks over slinging his arm around Steve’s shoulder making Steve’s face scrunch up in disgust.

‘’Listen, Harrington here wasn’t saying anything that wasn’t true,’’ He says. Steve moves his shoulder trying to shrug Tommy off from his side.

‘’Shut it Tommy,’’ Steve groans.

‘’All my buddy said was that your family is a bunch of screw ups,’’ Tommy says and your mouth drops slightly in shock, ‘’I mean you have Jonathan, your mom, you,’’ He pauses laughing, ‘’And now your brother?’’ Tommy says patting Steve’s chest, ‘’Right Steve?’’

At that point you had lunged for Tommy ready to beat him for what he said, as you do though you felt arms around your waist holding you back. You turn around noticing Steve staring at you sympathetically, you reach your hand up slapping him across the face. You were shocked yourself you had done it but now you could hear Tommy and Carol gasping from behind you, you look at Steve who looked shocked, but not mad which also was a surprise. You stare at him and a tear falls down your face as you realize what you had done, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ You say soft enough for Steve to hear.

You turn around and hurry to the car and get in ready to once again just run away, life was easier when you did that so it was what you were used to. When you put the car in reverse you flinch noticing Tommy throw a can of coke which hit your window, you saw Steve glare at him and push him but by that time you just wanted to leave. You wanted to go home, you wanted everything to go back to normal and you wanted your brother home and safe. You wondered if you’d ever feel normal again, you could only hope you would.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Ever since that day you swore you’d never change your mind about Steve Harrington, you didn’t like that he judged before he knew. But then you think about that day how you slapped him and he didn’t even seem mad he just accepted it? Who just accepts a slap?

Ever since that day Steve still hadn’t said sorry, he practically avoided you at all cost and when he did have to talk to you all you both could do was bicker at each other. You start drawing absentmindedly not really sure what was going to come out about the art, but as you got closer to finishing you realized how much it actually looked like Steve, and instead of throwing that page away you kept it.

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palmviolet · 4 years

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for the xmas prompts, what about jim somehow forgets to get el an xmas gift so he rushes over to melvald’s (maybe bc it’s the only place open at the time??) and he sees a customer being a douche to joyce so he kicks their ass out. Ofc she teases the hell out of him for acting so macho about it and helps him find a little something for el in the store

done!! thanks for the prompt :)

(check off my) christmas list - continued under the cut, or read on AO3

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Hopper’s good mood had - to put it mildly - abruptly swirled down the drain with the sight of the Wheeler kid proudly trotting out of the just-closing mall, laden with bags and proclaiming to all, “I found a gift for El!”

This would be all well and good, of course, since at least Mike was a good enough boyfriend (Hopper still shuddered at the term) to buy his girlfriend a Christmas present, except now somehow Hopper was the shitty guy here. The shitty father, who forgot to get his daughter a gift and now it was goddamn fucking Christmas Eve.

So now-

Now he was tearing down Main Street in the Blazer with the heater on full blast - it was snowing, for Christ’s sake, couldn’t they have a mild Christmas just once in their lives - desperately looking for something, anything, and trying not to feel too shitty about himself in the process. Seven o’clock on Christmas Eve and he’d only just remembered to get his daughter a Christmas present. Some stellar parenting right there, huh.

The radio was blasting Sinatra’s Christmas album, which wasn’t helping his mood, and after swerving around a nasty patch of black ice he was just about to concede defeat when he spotted, shining with a neon Christmas tree out front like a helpful, handy beacon, Melvald’s.

It was better than nothing.

Almost unconsciously, certainly foolishly, he checked his appearance in the mirror before heading out. Smoothed down his hair and tried to look less like the crazed parent who forgot to buy his daughter a gift.

“Hey, Joyce,” he said as he breezed in, bringing with him a gust of cold air at which she visibly shivered.

“Hey,” she said, tugging the sleeves of her turtleneck down a little further against the cold. “Bit late to be shopping, isn’t it? Christmas Eve and all.”

He smiled and tried not to let it be too rueful. “Just needed to grab some wrapping paper and stuff.” (Lie.)

“Well, you know where it is,” she said, voice a little quiet, a little weary, and he peered at her closer. Her eyes were tired, half-closed, the tip of her nose faintly red. She was leaning back against the shelf behind the till like she didn’t want to be here, and honestly? He didn’t blame her. It was Christmas Eve.

Deciding to stop and distract her properly when he’d solved the imminent El problem, he headed down the aisle and stared a little furiously at the almost-empty shelves. Yeah, he definitely left this way too late. Even Melvald’s was running out of stock.He glanced desperately back at Joyce. On the one hand, she knew his daughter almost as well as he did at this point, and knew the stocks at Melvald’s even better. He couldn’t really not ask her, but at the same time he really, really didn’t want to. He was already failing at this parenting thing in Mike’s, El’s, and his own eyes. Joyce was one of the few people who still looked at him with any respect, and he couldn’t bear to see it replaced with disappointment.

As he continued to scan the shelves the bell dinged with the entrance of another customer, a sound he barely registered over the festive crooning of Connie Francis. He heard Joyce’s quiet, polite, “Hi, how can I help?” and smiled a little at how un-Joyce it sounded. Remembered how long it had taken her to perfect her customer service smile, back when she was working her summer job in high school. She eventually got fired, he recalled, for cussing out a customer who, in her defence, was being an asshole. Times had changed, but her sailor’s mouth hadn’t - at least, when she wasn’t at work or around the kids.

Which is why, when he heard her abrupt exclamation of “Fuck!”, he looked up sharply. She was slowly straightening up from behind the counter, which was showered in beer and brown shards of glass, looking with more than a little trepidation at the customer who’d obviously thrown it.

“Hey!” Hopper shouted, all composure lost. He strode over furiously. “What the hell was that?”

“Hop, it was an accident,” Joyce said, her eyes dark and large and pleading with him not to make a scene.

The guy was staring between his hand and the counter in confusion, as if he couldn’t make the connection between the broken bottle and his now-empty hand. “I- I wanted some horns.” He pointed at the stack of headbands with reindeer antlers for sale by the side of the counter.

Joyce seemed to be fighting a smile, which only angered Hopper further. “How about you get outta here fast, huh, before you wind up spending Christmas Eve in the drunk tank. Public intoxication’s a crime, y’know. Could get you a thousand bucks’ fine and jail time too.”

“Hop,” she tried again, but he didn’t look at her. The guy wasn’t moving, just standing there and swaying gently from side to side.

“Alright, that’s it.” Hopper grabbed him by the arm and propelled him towards the door. He loudly protested the whole way, but remained limp in Hopper’s grip, putting up no fight whatsoever. “Go home,” he said as he turfed him out into the snow. “Sober up. It’s only seven, for Christ’s sake.”

“Christ!” the guy said, as he rolled over in the snow in an attempt to stand up and succeeded only in covering his clothes in it. “Christ, y’know, because it’s Christ-mas. Ha. Funny. That’s funny.” His speech dissolved into mumbling but he gradually stumbled to his feet and swayed off down the street. Hopper watched him go with his arms crossed, less angry now than exasperated. Finally he turned back into the store to find Joyce looking at him, eyes bright.

“Did you really have to do that?” she asked, as she found some paper towels and started clearing up the mess.

“Do what?” Hopper asked, momentarily distracted by the way her hair had fallen just so, to throw her cheekbones into relief.

“Y’know, public intoxication’s a crime.” She put her arms on her hips as she spoke, deepening her voice in what was obviously a mockery of him. She raised an eyebrow as she fell back into her usual posture. “He dropped a bottle, Hop.”

“Yeah, but he could’ve hit you.” His voice was maybe unnecessarily gruff. “And it is a crime.”

She rolled her eyes at him before going to pick up a shard of glass. He suddenly took in exactly was she was doing. He rushed forward and pushed her hands away before she could, and heard her sigh. “For God’s sake, Hop, I’m not a child. I can clean up some glass.”

He felt his cheeks heat up and he stepped back, already missing the warm contact with her skin. “Sorry.” He stared at her as she piled up the shards and wrapped them in paper, before crouching down behind the counter, clearly going for the ones on the floor. He rounded it and watched her accusingly. “You’re not even gonna use a dustpan?”

She stopped and looked up at him through narrowed eyes, but he could see a faint smile playing on her lips. “How about you go get me one, then, if you’re so keen to protect me?”

“Where is it?”

“Store room at the back, on the floor by the door.”

He followed her instructions and found the dustpan and brush where she’d said, before looking around the store room with interest and faint dismay. It was cramped and dark - but he could see a whole shelf of the child-oriented gifts that had been missing from out front. Maybe there was hope for him after all. But he hurried back out instead of looking further, because he knew if he took too long Joyce would go back to using her bare hands to pick up the glass, probably gleefully flouting his concern.

“Here,” he said, handing the dustpan to her and watching with satisfaction as she finished cleaning up, safely.

“Thank you, Mom,” she grumbled as she stood up and dusted herself off. “Since when were you this… I don’t even know what you are.”

He tried to shrug as nonchalantly as he could, feeling his cheeks color again. “Just looking out for you, is all. Doing my job, right?”

She sent him a withering look. “So your job includes protecting me from broken inanimate objects, as well as violent criminals? It’s a wonder you get anything done, if you spend all day fetching helpless store clerks dustpans.” She was smiling brightly now, and for a moment he realised the stark contrast to her earlier weariness. She was laughing at him, that was clear, but at least he’d lightened her mood.

“Just doing my duty, ma’am.” He doffed an imaginary cap and bowed, and she laughed out loud.

“Whatever would I do without you, my gallant protector?” She proffered a hand and without even thinking he bent to kiss it, his lips gentle on her skin. Then he began to freak the fuck out when she giggled lightly and he looked up to find her blushing too.

He cleared his throat and stepped back to prevent himself doing something irreversible and stupid. “So- um-”

“Um,” she said, and he couldn’t tell if she too was feeling the awkwardness or if she was just teasing him again.

“That extra stock you have in the back room, is that- um, is that for sale?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why?” she asked, voice suspicious.

“Well- I- You didn’t have any wrapping paper I liked,” he tried, weakly. She shook her head at him and moved to the front of the store, flipping around the sign so it read Closed. “What- what are you doing?”

“Closing. Store is closed. Sorry.”

He stared at her. “What?”

She shrugged, face perfectly serious. “It’s Christmas Eve. Time for me to go home. Guess you’ll have to get your wrapping paper elsewhere.”

“No- you can’t!” He began to panic. Melvald’s was his last resort- nowhere else was open- El would never forgive him-

Her expression cracked into a smirk and he drooped with relief. “I’ll close up after you’re done. If,” she continued, and he glared at her, “you tell me what you’re looking for and why you’re so desperate to get it. Because it clearly isn’t wrapping paper.”

“It is-” he started. She began to put her coat on. “No! Wait! Fine. Fine, it isn’t wrapping paper.”

She turned and looked at him expectantly. “Well?”

“It’s- it’s a Christmas present for El.” He looked at the floor. “Yes, I’m a terrible father, yes, I’ve ruined Christmas, how could I do this, I had one job, et cetera, et cetera. Can we just find a gift, please?”

She was silent for a moment and he risked meeting her eyes. She didn’t look mad, or disappointed. None of what he thought she’d say looked to be on her tongue. “Okay,” she just said.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. Sure, it’s not great from a parenting perspective, but you’re here now, right? And you haven’t been her dad for long. You’re not used to thinking about it.”

He could hardly believe his ears. Joyce Byers, the mother to end all mothers, excusing his forgetfulness? Letting him off scot-free?

“How about we look for something now, and next year you make it up to her with something really special, huh? How about that?”

He bit his lip. “Okay.” She smiled and turned away, starting for the store room, but he caught her arm. “Joyce- thank you.”

She furrowed her brow. “What for?”

“Well, for everything. Helping me out with her. Not just now, but this whole time. It’s- it’s been a while since I was, y’know, a dad. And it’s harder alone. So you-” He swallowed. He had no idea how to finish that sentence. Something about her being a godsend, except that would sound wrong. Or a Christmas angel - and he laughed, silently, because of how ridiculous that was.

She smiled softly and touched his arm, a touch at which he shivered. “You’ve done great with her, Hop, really. And yeah, I can’t say I haven’t helped, but still. You’re her dad. I’m just there if you need me.” Her smile widened. “Now, let’s go find a gift for her so she doesn’t disown you as a father.”

In the end they emerged victorious with a stuffed reindeer which she was probably too old for but would like anyway, he knew, and a sixties-music-themed calendar for the next year, since they’d discovered that was her favorite era - or at least the one she always had on repeat. Joyce had flicked through absently and smirked at one page, the month of June. It was a large picture of Marilyn Monroe, who probably didn’t belong with sixties music, but it was a cheap calendar.

“Remember you used to have a crush on her, back in high school?”

He had scoffed. “No, I didn’t. All the other boys did, but I didn’t. My big crush was Audrey Hepburn, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Classy kid, weren’t you?”

He’d just looked at her and tried not to think too hard about the similarity of dark hair, small frame, massive pretty eyes.

He waited for her as she locked up, staring out across the street with his shoulders hunched against the cold. The drunkard was long gone, hopefully to bed rather than to pass out in an alley somewhere. Then he really would be Hopper’s problem.

Finally she was done and she stepped up beside him, glancing up at him as her breath fogged in the air. “Well, goodnight,” she said. Her tone was awkward, almost expectant. He felt bizarrely like they’d been on a date.

“Goodnight,” he said, but didn’t move. He took a deep breath, before opening his mouth to speak-

And Joyce beat him to it. “Are we gonna see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” He felt wrongfooted, despite the fact that he’d been about to suggest the same thing. The surety of her tone, the casual nature of the invite sent his mind reeling.

“Yeah, tomorrow. Well, unless you’re working. Y’know, protecting the good citizens of Hawkins from those villainous shards of glass.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I don’t know, I think they’ll be safe for a few hours. Shouldn’t leave them too long, though. Those beer bottles really are nefarious.”

“I’m surprised you know what that means,” she murmured with a smile in her voice and he scowled down at her, only half meaning it.

“You’re surprised at a lot tonight.”

“You’re surprising.” She bit her lip and he tried not to let his stare linger there too long. “So, tomorrow? Come after lunch. I have enough trouble cooking without having to do it for two extra people.”

He nodded. “We’ll be there.”

-and then his brain short circuited as she leaned up and pressed a brief, gentle kiss to his lips. She moved away just as quick, smiling shyly. “Merry Christmas, Hop,” she whispered, before turning away towards her car.

He stared after her, fingers reaching up and ghosting over his lips. “Merry Christmas,” he repeated, half in wonder and half in reply. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one who could be surprising.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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Ghostbusters (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 7.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

A/N: The story is finally starting to settle down and I am into that big time! Also, I almost freaked out myself during writing this part, inspired by The Upside Down and Stranger Things from Stranger Things Soundtrack for season one by Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein.

Warnings: THE MONSTER.

Word Count: 2.7 K

Tagging: @charmed-asylum @nemodoren

Master list: The Eighties Blast Collection

The car's engine got quiet when you stopped the machine in front of the old lady's house. It didn't stench when you smelled the air with closed eyes and breathed deeply. But you turned your head to Steve.

"Do you... Smell anything?" - You asked with a frown and Steve shook his head. Then he inhaled another air to his nose and shook his head again.

"No. I don't smell a thing. That means that there's nothing to investigate and we can go back to the downtown..." - He tried to sly his way into your head, but you only checked your loaded revolver and the battery on the tight leather belt. You swooped the black turtleneck sleeves down and adjusted your uniform a bit. You got this.

"Where are you going? It's just an old house, Y/N, really, it's nothing." - Steve asked as you put your raincoat and stepped out of the old Chevy truck. When he figured out that you're not coming back, he got our too and ran after you in his jacket, staying by your side.

"That is definitely not professional, Steven." - You said annoyedly and knocked on the door.

"You're only nineteen and you're a cop. Shut up about professionality, Jesus." - Steve rolled his eyes and looked around. It was a quiet neighborhood and the houses were far away from each other - this is what small-town intimacy meant.

Nobody could say what is going on unless you were loud or liked to express yourself in other ways. So it wasn't as unusual when nobody knew what is going on in your own yard. But something wasn't adding up then. Why would anybody called the cops if they didn't know what it's up? Somebody must've seen or heard something. It couldn't just be a... Stench. Could it?

"There's something that isn't adding up to me, Steve." - You mumbled and almost jumped away when the door opened all of a sudden. But you kept your feet cold and your face serious. You were an authority after all. Steve had an answer on his tongue but decided to say anything in the end.

It was an old lady in a red jumper, with black-ish hair and glasses. And your blood froze down when you saw her. She was pale like a dead man, her eyes were weirdly stuck out and insanely blue just as her lips and teeth were in a tense, stuck smile. She looked like her face has a spasm. She looked... Weird.

There was something completely and utterly wrong about that woman. But you couldn't name what exactly it was. And you were not allowed to judge since you were a cop, someone who has to help and protect people no matter what. So her face? That wasn't a thing that should scare you away.

"Hello, Mrs. Duffer. I am a local police deputy Y/N Hopper and this is my colleague Steven Harrington. Would you mind if we come in and ask you a few questions?" - You smiled at the terrifying woman and controlled the walkie-talkie on your shoulder. You needed to tell Anderson if you would decide to investigate the house.

"Of course, come in, come in." - Her low, gnarling voice told you as she turned back to walk into her house. Her movements were weird, to say the least. She moved like a... Puppet. It wasn't natural at all. You checked Steve with a quick look before turning your walkie-talkie on.

"Anderson? This is Hopper. Do you copy?" - You muttered and turned away from the door. But the signal was just quiet like there wasn't anybody on the other side. - "Anderson? This is Hopper. Do you copy?" - Just as the first time, the wave was silent.

"Can it be the boys playing around with the signals? Could they mess it up somehow?" - You asked him quickly, but he shook his head. It was a Thursday midday - you two were at work, of at least you should be, and the boys had a holiday. Also Cerebro, some machine that Dustin had created wasn't disturbing the other radio waves normally.

"Okay. Anderson? This isn't funny. It's Hopper and I'm going in. Over." - You put the walkie on your shoulder and looked at Steve. You silently touched his shoulder and made him turn away for a moment. - "Something is... Wrong. My walkie-talkie went dead just like that. It shouldn't be a problem to reach here from the station... But... It's completely dead. I can't even hear the static, nothing. Like there are no radio waves here."

"Your walkie talkie went off on its own?" - Steve asked and touched it so he could try on his own.

"Steve Harrington here. Do you copy?" - He tried as well and stood there for a moment with his hand on his hip. He looked you in the eyes and rose his eyebrows. - "Yeah. It's out."

"Oh, thank you, mister genius." - You took it out of his hand and hooked it back on your shoulder. - "Now listen to me. You need to stay close, if anything happens, don't forget that I am the cop and that I will protect your kids, okay? Stay close, don't talk and do as I say. Nod if you understand." - You pointed your finger right up to his nose. He slowly nodded and you nodded as well.

"Alright, Mrs. Duffer. I and my colleague are now coming in." - You yelled and walked into the small hall. The house was definitely old and dusty, that lady wasn't the cleaning type. But something still felt kind of... Odd. - "Mrs. Duffer? Where are you?" - You walked into the silent, dark kitchen and looked around. Like if that weird, old lady just disappeared into the thin air. She walked out of nowhere, freaking you out.

You looked at Steve and remained silent. You were the authority, you were the cop - and for that, you needed to stay as calm as possible.

"I wanted to prepare you some cookies, do you like them? I heard that youngsters like cookies and sweets." - Her tensed face watched the both of you like she wanted to bite your head off. You just tried not to look at her and instead you looked all over the place. There were opened chemical bottles next to the sink, but the house was definitely not clean. Torn newspaper laid around the table, there was mud on the floor, almost a thick layer of it. Like if somebody dumped that place in water. The cabinets were full of broken plates... Something happened in that house.

But then you saw it. A family photo hanging next to her fridge. The woman there was relaxed, smiling, she was fine. She didn't have that weird, tensed expression, she wasn't looking like a clown. Whatever was with you at that house, it wasn't Mrs. Duffer at all.

Then you shook it off. It could just be an old photo. And people change over time. That was it.

"That's nice of you, Mrs. Duffer, but I don't want any. I just ask you a few questions and then we'll leave." - You smiled at her, still not looking to her face while standing up next to Steve. Something made you feel unsafe - and he didn't feel as well. Then it hit you. That disgusting stench. The thing the neighbors described to Anderson. You almost threw up on the spot.

"Okay... Shall we?" - You looked at her with an urge to puke into the sink and she nodded at you with her weird, puppet-like moves. She almost broke in her waist when she tried to sit down and you heard as something... Broke inside of her.

This was your first time doing something serious as a cop and Anderson sent you to some freak house. Great.

"So, have you noticed something weird in your neighborhood?" - You took out the notepad out of your back pocket and clicked your pen, smiling sadly while you took a deep breath in with your mouth. Steve checked you with his look and leaned his ass into the counter behind him.

"No. Should I, dear?" - She looked at you with those crazy eyes and you nodded, writing something down and showed it to Steve while you glanced over the lady. He read it in the most secret way he was capable of.

'CHECK THE FAMILY PHOTO AND TELL ME IF YOU THINK THAT SOMETHING IS GOING ON'. Steve nodded almost invisibly and went to check the photo out.

"No disappearing food, maybe chemicals? A strong stench? You couldn't smell it?" - You asked, eyeing Steve's back. Mrs. Duffer was, thanks to god, watching you with her bestial and hungry eyes. You felt like a slice of fucking grilled pork.

“Oh, I didn't, darling.” - The old lady smiled at you again, showing you her mouth of fake teeth. You didn't have anything against that - just their condition was scaring you like hell. They were yellow and bloody. At that moment, Steve gave you a slight shook of his head, which was just the signal you needed - just to be interrupted by a creaking on the attic.

And it wasn't any creaking which could be just dismissed like that. It was so loud that you almost jumped on the spot. You shot your look there, looking at the old lady with a question.

“What was that, do you keep some... Animals out there?” - You asked in a breathy voice. Mrs. Duffer just laughed it off. At that moment, your brain was completely empty. What should you think about that lady? She looked like she crawled right out of Steven King’s novel, her house was looking like if a fucking hurricane stormed through the place and a strong stench could be smelled all over the place. Plus that loud creaking. You were on thin ice - this was your first intervention ever.

You tried your best to stay professional, but it was bringing you just chills.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I have just ghosts out there.” - She laughed as if it was a joke, but it sent chills down on your spine. It sounded like squeaking in your ears.

“Can we have a look there?” - Steve asked out of blue. You shot a look at him and he carefully rose his fingers to calm you down. You subconsciously touched the revolver on your belt. - “You know... Investigation purposes. We will just have a short look and then we will leave. Alright?” - Steve said in a calm, slow tone. He was actually pretty good at this, you needed to say. He was humble and charismatic, and that actually calmed you down.

“I mean, if you need to, darlings, I will let you look there. You are not going to find anything there anyway, I tell you that.” - She laughed again and then reached her palm for Steve to help her stand up. He did and he was really gentle with her. Steve couldn't tell you, but he felt how ice-cold and sticky her skin was, which actually scared him. Old people were usually nicely dry if you know what Steve had on his mind.

She led you to the ladder which was leading into the attic and said that Steve can open it up. The stench that came out of that place almost made you faint. You gagged in your own mouth a bit, turning away from that place.

“Go on, go on, I will wait here.” - She said quickly, throwing her hand in the direction of the attic. Steve entered first, giving you his hand to hold on it as you climbed the stairs up. And men, something definitely rotted there. At first, you had the feeling that the old lady maybe went mad and she was killing animals.

“Jesus, can you smell that?” - Steve turned his head at you and tried to cover your nose with your sleeve, so you didn't have to smell that.

“Yeah. Yeah. Try to search for the source. If she’s truly abusing animals as I think, there must be some rotten corpse.” - You reached your hand to lighten up your surroundings. There were only two small bulbs for a huge attic, so you couldn't see shit precisely; at least you got your flashlight prepared.

There were a ton of old things covered under sheets - old furniture, paintings, some boxes with clothes, old cages for small animals. You stopped for a minute at those. To your bad luck, it could be seen just with the eye that those cages weren't used in ages. They were old, rusted, the metal was basically crumbling under your fingertips.

“You got something over there?” - You stood up, turning your flashlight at Steve.

“I can't really see for... Shit, was is that? Ew!” - He shouted loudly. You slowly walked across the huge attic to him, looking at weird, brown jello on the ground. Late you realized you were staying in a track of blood. But it wasn't normal blood there was something abnormal about it. Before you could inspect that, you heard creaking on the other side of the attic. But before you could catch glimpse of anything, there were only sheets moving caused by the wave of air something created. Steve rushed to the attic stairs while you followed the trail through countless rows of boxes.

“Y/N, where is that old lady?” - Steve shouted to the back so you could hear him, but his question was abrupted by your screaming, coming from the depths of your lungs.

Before you could stop yourself, you threw up to your right side. There was a rotten, staggered body laying down on the ground - parts of it were even missing. Clearly, you could still say that it was an old lady before that - the short curls, eyes, lips. Whatever spoke with you downstairs, it wasn't Mrs. Duffer. Because you were looking at her corpse. You were too shocked to even move or make a single sound, your eyes were glimpsing at the body with its left forearms torn away just as her bitten leg and stomach and scratched neck.

Whatever killed her, it was brutal and animalistic, yet it had found the decency to hide that body. It was showing some kind of... Intelligence.

You didn't even notice that Steve was standing beside you, looking at the corpse. A creaking made you look from it again. You wanted to point your flashlight at it, bit stopped working. Just like the bulbs. You could only see its silhouette - a slim, almost sinewy pale body resembling a human one, standing on two legs with something that looked like a head.

“Oh no, no, no...” - You could hear Steve whispering, but you couldn't tear your look away from that thing. It was moving slowly and its bones were cracking inside of it. It was walking on two feet like a normal human being, yet those moves were uncoordinated and puppet-like. You took the revolver out, ready to shoot at it any minute.

“Stop, or I will be forced to shoot you.” - You yelled at it with a high-pitched tone. But it didn't stop. It only hissed back at you as a form of an answer. But then it spoke to you in the exact same voice you heard downstairs.

“There is no need for that, honey.” - It said and hit your palm, so you let your revolver fall down. Before Steve or you could fo literally anything to stop it, it caught your forearm in its limb and held it so tightly that it almost crushed your bones. It opened up its head like a flower, showing you countless rows of sharp teeth that could tear your hand away just like that.

Steve was moving around you, screaming at you and maybe even at the creature, but you were paralyzed by fear.

The creature in front of you was the Demogorgon.

#the upside down #stranger things by kyle dixon & michael stein #stranger things #stranger things netflix #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x hopper!reader #jim hopper #the demogorgon #ah shit #here we go again

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ofpar1ahs · 1 year

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 .

@ofassholes asked: "was this part of the plan ? did you know about this ?"

WHY COULDN’T KIDS JUST STAY… OUT OF IT? SOMETIMES EVEN Hopper forgets he had been Mike’s age, forgot how irritating when others didn’t treat him how he felt. Old enough. He felt old enough to know all the secrets in the world. Now, Hopper understood the protection of holding information. Both from now being a parent, and from his own duties as an officer, “ Tough shit, kid, ” he mumbled, “ Give me that attitude all you want, but it won’t change a thing. I did what I thought was necessary. I did it to protect, ” a stern look crossed his features, “ To tell you would have been the worst thing imaginable. Get out of that thick head of yours for a minute. ”

#ask #ofassholes #【 hopper ic : you don’t mess around with jim.#{ *sighs dramatically* }

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billystightjeans-blog · 5 years

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Dinner

Masterlist

Max sat at the Hopper household dinner table, absentmindedly pushing around greenbeans. She’d witnessed fights before, hell she’d seen him fight before, and he was not the good guy in the situation. Because he wasn’t. He wasn’t the good guy. He was an asshole. He was shitty to her, to her friends, to people at his school. He was a horrible person who only cared about himself.

But hearing the noise he made, when it happened. It terrified her worse than any angry, violent reaction he’d ever had towards her. Because it he sounded so hurt.

“Max.” Jane startled Max from her thoughts. By this point Jane was allowed in public and she looked drastically different from before. Her brown hair was not at her shoulders and she looked very pretty.

“Yeah, sorry, did you say something?”

“I asked if you were okay kid.” Jim Hopper, Janes adoptive father, was looking at her, concerned creased into his face. Whenever any of the kids had a look of concentration on their faces he knew it was because they were up to something.

“Yeah, Yeah, sorry!” Max smiles shoveling green beans into her mouth.

“Did something happen?” Jane asked.

“No.” Yes.

Jane gave her the look. The look that said. You know you can talk to me and if you don’t tell me I’m just going to keep looking at you like this until you tell me. Max hated that look. She bit her lip, looking down at her hands.

“Yes.”

Friday

Max, Her Mother, and her step father are dinner together, it was quiet, like normal. Sometimes her mother would try to make small talk but it always made things awkward. Neil never talked much, but tonight. No one said anything. Because her Brother wasn’t home yet. He was supposed to be back, but he wasn’t.

It was an hour later when he came home. Max was supposed to be asleep. But she wasn’t. She was up messing with the wheels on her skateboard, when she heard the door open. That was followed by hused voices whispering back and forth.

She should’ve stayed in bed. But she didn’t. She slid out of bed, creeping over to her door, and she carefully opened it up, just a crack. Just enough to look out with one eye.

“—you were out with some whore? Instead of coming home for dinner when I asked?!”

“I didn’t plan on staying out— but there’s this girl and she’s actually pretty cool and she wanted to get ice cream so—“ he was cut off by a smack. To his face. It sent him to the floor it was so hard. He whimpered when he got hit. He sounding like a child and Max felt like she might be sick.

“I asked you, to be home by nine.”

“Dad—“

“I. Asked. You.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry dad. I’m sorry I wasn’t home. I’m sorry.”

Max dropped to her knees with a soft thud. Billy’s eyes snapped to her door and they stared at each othe for half a second, his eyes went straight back to Neil. She realized he was trying to divert the attention. But it was too late.

Max scrambled to her bed and she placed one of her pillows on the floor, and she laid down, pretending to sleep. She even delayed her breathing.

Neil opened her door, and she didn’t flinch. He looked at the pillow on the floor and figured that it must’ve fallen. Neil shut her door, and Max breathed.

Her heart hammered in her chest and she could feel tears pricking in her eyes. She’d faced demodogs before—but this? That was her step father. How could he do that to his son? She knew they didn’t have good relationship, but she never expected this.

Max stayed in bed, barely breathing until all the lights in the house went off, and she heard both men go to their rooms. She closed her eyes just wanting to sleep, but she heard footsteps again and she began to shake. Please let it be her mother. She wanted to come into her room, hug her, and tell it was all a Dream, or that she’d had it all wrong, that Billy swung first.

Her door opened.

“Max.” Billy said, holding an ice pack to his cheek, he looked frantic, unstable. He came over and sat on the bed next to her. She squeezed her eyes shut. No. She was still sleeping. Billy grabbed her shoulders,”I know your awake Max open your eyes, please,” his voice cracked and she felt like she was going to cry again.

She sat up and opened her eyes.

“Billy—“

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone.Promise.” He shook her shoulders and she gripped his arms. She looked at him, and he started crying.

Max did too,”I—I promise. I won’t say anything.” He nodded and they sat that there, Max gripping her brother like if she let go he’d only break more.

Billy started to come to his senses and he shoved her off. She scooted back.

“You better not tell anymore.” He wiped his eyes. Max knew he didn’t want her to see him cry. She was surprised he broke in front of her, which made her cry more.

Present

“And then he went back to his room.” She looked up from her hands. Jane looked.. furious? And Hopper just as angry.

Jane stood up and hugged Max, she hugged back tightly.

“I’ll be right back.” Hopper stood up and walked out of his home, towards his car. He opened the door and slid in. He picked up his reciever,

“This is Chief Jim Hopper. I need two units on standby, I am pursuing a physical child abuse call. I’ll be hauling in Neil Hargrove.”

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #dacre montgomery #neil hargrove #billy #stranger things

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okaybutlikeimagine · 5 years

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You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

(where Billy has been living w/ Jim and El for a lil over a year bc he’s been adopted and he never died and he just knows Hopper is a pushover and knows how to use that to his and El’s advantage)

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It’s a calm and balmy night and the roads in Hawkins, Indiana are decently quiet. Billy likes it this way. Back before Hopper took him in, this was one of the few things that he felt made this town worth it: the quiet roads late at night.

The quiet can be suffocating. Billy’s thoughts thrive on the silence; they scream in its presence. Which is why quiet nights on quiet roads make for the perfect canvas for loud as fuck music and races with bad memories. It’s also why Billy got picked up by the local police department twice in his first week in Hawkins. But that’s why Billy met Jim. So he’s not about to lament that.

Billy was usually out later than this, considering it’s only 8pm, but even so, the streets are still quiet enough to be pleasant, especially for a nice summer night like this one. He has his arm out the open window, letting the humid air wrap around it softly as it cuts through the night. When he’s feeling playful, he likes to encourage El to follow his lead in sticking his head out the window as they drive.

But tonight is calm and warm and a little too humid to do something like that, so Billy settles for the softness of the air on his arm. He lets it touch him gently. He closes his eyes and breathes. The less than favorable thoughts of a home he no longer lives in flash through his brain in a second, and they’re gone just as fast. The night is nice.

He briefly thinks of Joyce and her boys and what a weird family they’re going to make when Jim finally realizes what a fool he’s being in not asking her to marry him right now. She’s gentle and nurturing to her children and she gives that same stuff to Billy and El, even though they’re in no way related and she absolutely doesn’t have to. And when Billy thinks about it, he isn’t too surprised about her showering El with affection, seeing as she may gain a daughter (or will adopt her whether Jim gets off his ass to pop the question or not). Plus, everyone loves El and decides to shower her with affection pretty much the moment they meet her. But giving all that gentle nurturing to another boy? To Billy?

It confuses him to say the least.

Anyway.

She’s constantly inviting them over for dinner. She lets them stay over sometimes when it gets late and El gets tired. She’s inviting and strong as all hell and is hard on Jim when he needs it. She puts up with Jim, even though Billy recently found out that they grew up in this damn town together. So that means she’s known Jim for decades and still puts up with him and if that isn’t a miracle in itself, Billy is going to eat his shirt.

But it’s not his job to babysit lovesick adults. He might make it his job if they get completely hopeless, but for right now, he’ll just appreciate the non-TV dinners and the soft, music-filled drives back and forth from the Byers home. Plus, Billy has a bet going with Jonathan about when Jim and Joyce get together and he needs to wait it out a bit longer if he’s gonna collect the reward.

Billy notices the sound of Jim’s fingers thumping against the wheel of the car as the next song begins to play.

~Uptown got its hustlers…~

Jim is mumbling along to the words, very clearly not sure of them, but when the chorus starts, he’s singing. Loudly. Not necessarily excited or anything, just loud.

“They all call big Jim boss… and they say you don’t tug on Superman’s cape. Y’don’t spit into the wind. Y’don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger and you don’t mess around with Jim.”

He -would- like this song.

El is giggling in the back of the car and Billy eyes her before he looks back to the smile cracking Jim’s face.

“That’s pretty cocky.” Billy says, eyeing the man next to him and being an overall brat about it. He scoffs a bit when Jim turns humorously disbelieving eyes onto him.

Jim laughs as loud as he sings.

“That’s real rich coming from you.”

Billy laughs back at that. He knows it’s true, he’s not one to deny that he’s a cocky son of a bitch, but he shakes his head all the same. He wonders how he got here, listening to old music from the 70’s with the Chief of Police and a girl-raised-lab-rat in the back seat.

Jim looks over at Billy again and just asks: “What, do you think the song is wrong?”

There’s a challenge in his voice and Billy sees a matching challenge in his eyes.

Oh alright, old man. Game on.

Billy doesn’t know what’s running through his blood, but Billy has felt it boil up through the year he’s been living with Jim. He tried to push it down out of anxiety, but when he realized the safety of his new situation, it was a little hard to cool it off. Because getting under the skin of others is a borderline hobby for him. Will has his drawing, Jonathan has his photography, and Billy has his being an overall public menace. Some may say it’s not as “constructive”, but it’s a hell of a lot of fun. People are always telling kids to have fun while they’re young.

A shit eating grin splits Billy’s face and he looks out at his hand sticking out of the window and slicing the air. He hums to himself, alongside Jim as the song continues to play in the background.

“You know what I could use?” He asks, loud enough to make sure El can definitely hear him. “Some ice cream.”

He hears sudden and excited shuffling from the backseat and smiles even wider as he waves his hand around out the window.

“Ice cream?”

“No.” Comes Jim’s voice, firm and sharp. Billy looks in the car’s side mirror and sees El deflate in the back of the seat.

“Seriously, think about it.” Billy continues. “Ice cream on top of some Eggos?” El perks up again, her tongue licking her lips quickly in excitement. “Some of that good vanilla ice cream too, with the little black specks in it?”

He looks over to Jim, who is gripping the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white.

“I already said no.” He grumbles.

“Y’know, we didn’t get any ice cream the last time we went shopping.” Billy can hear the smirk in his own voice. He chuckles when Jim turns down the wrong road, closer to the store.

“Or the store trip before.” El pipes up from the back. Billy points to her and gives her a thumbs up.

“Good point. Plus we have some of those cherries at home that we can put on top.”

Billy can picture them on the center shelf of their cabinet: those maraschino ones in the little jars. El had pleaded for them the last time they went shopping, because they’re sweet and sticky and she likes to put them on top of waffles and inside her glasses of water sometimes when Jim isn’t home. Billy had helped her get them, reasoning that they were practically fruit, even though Billy knew that was bullshit. They’re a semblance of fruit, sure, but as much fruit as something bathing in the most unnatural looking syrup can be. Even so, Jim had folded pretty easily.

“Ooh, cherries!”

Jim shakes his head. He’s not humming anymore.

But now El is hitting Jim’s shoulder, her little hand rapping furiously on it as she goes in for the kill: “Please, Dad?”

Billy can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up in his chest as he hears it. He joins in.

“Yeah Dad, please?”

And every time Billy’s mouth forms around that word, it feels less and less like alcohol-infused cotton on his mouth. Sometimes Billy says it without thinking, like when Jim is trying to make them dinner and Billy asks if he needs help, or when Jim’s on the couch helping El read and Billy needs to know where something is in the cabinets, or that one time he needed Jim to hold something for him as he fixed his Camaro. It always catches both of them off guard when it comes out naturally like that. But Jim never makes a big deal out of it, he just lets it float away through the air between them as he responds to whatever Billy has asked him.

But sometimes… he uses it to his advantage. And it works like a charm.

Because Billy isn’t imagining it when the breath leaves Jim’s chest quickly and his knuckles get whiter.

“Fine.” He says under his breath as they take another wrong turn away from their house and towards the store.

El cheers a bit and sits back, pleased. Billy is just as pleased, leaning back and tuning in once again to the song as it ends.

You don’t mess around with Slim…

And this time, Billy is the one humming along to the end of the chorus. His grin doesn’t fade.

~~*~~

Jim Hopper can grumble as much as he wants, but Vanilla Bean ice cream on top of 2 warm Eggos with Maraschino cherries on top was a marvelous idea and Billy thinks he should be rewarded. And he knows Jim is happy because he’s smiling every now and then inbetween bites.

After Billy helps wash the dishes, he looks to Jim with a smirk on his face.

“Can’t mess around with Jim?” Billy asks.

But Jim just isn’t having it, tossing the towel he used to dry the dishes over to Billy.

“Go to bed, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah. Night, Dad.”

Billy doesn’t think as he says it, but his heart stops the second that it’s out there. He turns away as quick as he can, before he can see Jim’s face. His own face is burning and his heart is running as he walks to his room and shuts the door quickly.

~~*~~

“Hop!”

The sound of an irritated Joyce reaches Billy’s ears from his spot on the couch, sitting in between Hopper and Steve.

Joyce stopped by on her way to the store to ask them if they needed anything, and then to check their kitchen when they ultimately said no. Billy has noticed that she likes to do this. It’s completely unnecessary and most definitely just an excuse to come see Hopper, but it makes Hopper smile and provides Billy some entertainment as the two adults trip over each other, so he chuckles through it. Little does she know they just went to the store a night ago.

Steve is over because Billy really wanted to suck his dick.

And the nerds are also meeting at the Wheeler’s house and Steve was already planning on coming to pick El up because Billy doesn’t want to spend more money on gas. But after they drop them off, Billy and Steve are going down to the quarry so they can listen to music and Billy can suck Steve’s dick to the rhythm of a Springsteen song.

But for right now, they’re waiting for El to get ready and Joyce must have just found the 3 ice cream cartons they just recently bought.

Hopper looks over to her like a deer in headlights. There’s a laugh threatening Billy’s chest but he can’t let Joyce see it, so he turns his head to Steve and chuckles into his neck. Steve immediately starts to push Billy away while squirming and whining about being ticklish.

“Hop, can you come here?” Joyce’s voice is all business. She’s clearly not happy.

Billy is pretty sure she set a deal with Hop once they started getting serious to stop keeping so much junk food around. She knows Jim doesn’t make fresh food for them hardly ever. It’s always frozen dinners or fast food. It was probably just fine for the Chief when he was a mess living alone, but now he’s a mess living with two minors, so… frozen dinners every night don’t necessarily cut it. When Billy started living here, he quickly realized he’d have to be the one to make something for the 3 of them that wasn’t freezer burned peas on a tray, if not for him and Hop, then at least for El. No matter how content she seems, Billy still thinks she deserves more than only TV dinners and freezer waffles.

So since Joyce can’t be here every night (except she could if they’d get married), she cut some deal with Jim to limit the junk food in the house so she would know they’re not just living off sugar. They can’t die of some weird sugar overdose if there’s no sugar in the house.

Except...

“Why are there 3 cartons of ice cream in your freezer?” Joyce hisses at Jim. Billy can just hear it from his spot pressed against Steve. He fights hard not to snort, so he bites Steve’s shoulder instead.

“Hey!” Steve yelps, wriggling and trying to brush Billy off.

Billy shifts his eyes over to Hopper when he doesn’t hear the man say anything and notices the man flailing, mouth gaping like a fish as he struggles to bite out some words that might explain himself. It’s then that El walks into the room, a skip in her step and a bright smile on her face, showing she’s ready to go.

Billy gets up along with Steve to meet her at the door when he hears Jim reason with Joyce on a loud whisper.

“They called me dad.” He hisses.

The two kids glance at the adults, who are now looking back at them with wide eyes of shock.

Billy looks to El, sharing a glance of knowing mischief with her, before they give sweet, twin smiles to the adults in response.

A flustered blush begins to color both of the adults’ faces.

Billy gives El a victorious high five.

“Ready to go, kiddo?” Steve asks from behind Billy.

El nods, and waves to Hopper.

“Catch ya later, dad.”

As soon as the words are out in the air, Billy is frozen. Because those words didn’t come from El, who is currently opening the door and skipping out to Steve’s car.

“Hey, babe,” Steve starts, arm out to hold the door open for Billy. “When did you start calling Hop ‘dad’?”

Billy’s going to have a heart attack. He looks over to Jim, who looks like his face is seizing from trying so hard to force down his smile.

Goddamnit. Billy’s chest is too warm.

“Just get in the car, Harrington.” Billy mumbles under his breath, pushing his stupid boyfriend out the door and letting the air cool down his burning face.

(catch it on AO3 here!)

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Music to My Eyes: Chapter 3

Steve Harrington x OC

Author’s Note: Chapter 3. Please enjoy, I’m kind of obsessed with writing this I’m just trying to find the right stride for this story. Please enjoy and feel free to like/reblog! It means the world (:

About the Story: Stacie Miller used to be the IT girl of Hawkins High. She was popular, beautiful, and kind. However, after graduating, Stacie finds herself working at the local Family Video without any clue what she wants to do with her life. Her family is a mess and she has no friends in sight. However, the appearance of an old acquaintance changes the direction of Stacie’s life forever and reminds her that Hawkins isn’t so bad if you look at it from the right perspective. Through music and laughter, smiles and tears, jokes and stories, Stacie learns to love herself, and her life, again.

Lights

Stacie left Family Video feeling happier and lighter than she had in a long time. Talking to Steve returned her to a sense of normalcy she hadn’t felt in ages. He had joked with her in a way that made her feel like she wasn’t some loser that never left Hawkins.

For once, she didn’t feel like some townie. She felt like she had a comrade in this mission of getting through Hawkins. She knew it was just a work relationship, but it was reassuring to know she was not the only person of Hawkins finest to completely disappoint everyone.

Sure, Stacie had noble reasons for staying behind. Her mother had fallen ill with cancer and she had to take care of her. However, Stacie still felt like she had let everyone down. Steve eased this anxiety just a bit.

Stacie got in her rundown car, watching Steve pull out of the busy parking lot in his fancy BMW with his fancy glasses and smiled to herself. Family Video did not let her down.

Stacie drove home, listening and singing along to the radio. Journey was playing and she had always had a guilty pleasure for the band. Steve Perry’s voice just did things to her and she couldn’t help but sing along easily. She knew every word by heart, her mom playing the Escape record on repeat.

The drive was short and, before she knew it, she was pulling into her driveway. As she got out of her car, she had to take a quick breath before entering the house. Her mom had been feeling incredibly ill in the morning and Stacie was dreading having to see her mom in such a state.

But, her mom needed her and Stacie was her primary caregiver as Stacie’s father was a police officer and had been swamped since the death of the chief, Jim Hopper.

She entered the home, announcing her reappearance. Stacie heard a Louis Armstrong record faintly playing from the living room and knew that meant her mom was feeling well-enough to enjoy some music.

A good sign.

“Stacie, darling,” her mom called, as Stacie entered into the living room and kitchen. Her mom was sitting in the La-Z-Boy with a blanket over her legs. She was reading a book and had a glass of lemonade next to her.

Chemotherapy had hit her mom hard and it was evident. She was bald, always wearing colorful scarves to cover it; however, Stacie knew what was under there.

That had always been the hardest part. Her mother was incredibly beautiful and seeing her without hair reminded Stacie everyday of the illness overtaking her mother’s body. Stacie’s mom had cried for days after losing her beautiful golden locks, which Stacie had luckily inherited. Seeing her in this way only made Stacie feel worse.

“How are you?” Stacie asked her mom, going to sit on the arm of the recliner, wrapping an arm around her mother.

“Great, now that you’re here,” her mom responded, smiling kindly at her daughter. She grabbed her daughters hand and lightly sang the lyrics to her daughter.

Stacie smiled down at her mom, feeling happy to know her mom was having a good day.

The good days were a blessing.

“Awe shucks,” Stacie giggled, kissing the side of her mom’s head. “What do you want for dinner? Sorry I’m a little late, we had a new trainee.”

Her mom perked up at this,”Oo, that’s very exciting, sweetheart. Anyone I know?”

“Steve Harrington, actually,” Stacie chuckled, standing up from the arm of the chair and entering into the kitchen to check the fridge. “He used to work at Starcourt, but just got a new job.”

Stacie’s mom smiled at her daughter, “That’s good. He’s a nice boy, I’m shocked he’s still in town, though. His father always seemed dead set on the boy going to college.”

Stacie just nodded along to her mother’s words. Looking through the fridge to find food to cook for the family. There was pretty much nothing in there of substance. Looks like a trip to the QuikMart was in order.

“Mom,” Stacie called, turning to her mom, who was still seated in the living room. “I gotta run to the store. We got pretty much nothing, anything you’re craving?”

Her mom shook her head, a small smile on her face, “Sounds good, doll. There’s cash in the drawer for groceries. And anything you think, make something easy, okay? Don’t be overworking yourself.”

“Of course,” she responded back, grabbing the wad of cash. “Love you!”

With those words, Stacie left the house, climbing into her car. She turned her radio up and began the drive. It was quick and, before she knew it, she was turning up into the QuikMart before she even knew it.

The QuikMart was the only grocery store in Hawkins, unsurprisingly due to the tiny size of the town. The small town had small options. There was nothing left to the imagination in Hawkins.

Stacie made her way through the entrance, recognizing that most of the workers were students that she knew from Hawkins High. Several mothers walked around with their children, all of them looking exhausted.

Beyond this, she saw a group of middle schoolers all circling around the frozen section.

“Okay, I think we need at least 10 more cents,” Stacie heard one of them say. He had a slight lisp and had a green and yellow hat on.

“Shit,” one of the kids said. Stacie immediately recognized him to be Nancy Wheeler’s little brother. His name escaped her, but she had seen him at enough events to remember his face. Nancy had been a long time acquaintance to Stace so she was able to deduce that this was his close group of friends that were all little geeks according to Nancy.

This time, though, there were two girls. One had red hair and the other had short brown hair.

“Can’t you just ask your babysitter for more money?” Another boy asked. He was black and had a bandana around his head. He looked at his friend with his hands on his hips as if it was obvious.

“First off, he’s not my babysitter. Second, he barely agreed to drive us here in the first place, let alone give us money,” the boy with the hat responded.

Stacie lightly chuckled to herself, thinking about how these kids reminded you so much of you being young. She couldn’t help but go up to them with a generous feeling.

“Hey, here’s a dollar for your woes,” Stacie grinned, handing them a single from her cash. “Sounds like you all need it more than I do.”

They looked at Stacie with wide and appreciative eyes, “Are you serious? You’re awesome!”

She couldn’t help but grin back at them, “Don’t spend it all in one place.”

She walked away easily, grabbing the rest of the food she thought was necessary for her family. Once the cart was full, Stacie checked out and left the grocery store, bags in hand. She saw the familiar brown BMW she knew had to be Steve’s. With it, she saw the kids she’d seen in the grocery store.

So, Stacie thought to herself. Steve Harrington was their infamous babysitter.

The boy never continued to surprise her and it was kind of shocking that he was pretty much the polar opposite of everything she had thought he was. As she walked towards her car, she saw that Steve’s car was driving slow next to her, with his window going down.

“Miller, fancy seeing you here,” he chuckled. She knew his eyes were bright behind his Wayfarers.

“Are you stalking me, Harrington?”

He snorted at her jab, with the kids in his car laughing along. They looked surprised to see that Steve had stopped to talk to you, “Obviously, that’s why I took the job at Family Video. All so I could follow you around all day.”

The sarcasm dripped from Steve’s voice, earning a loud laugh from Stacie.

“Damn, I knew it. I should probably talk to Keith,” Stacie joked, shifting her groceries to her other hip.

The kid with the hat spoke up before Steve could respond, “Steve, you know her? This is the girl that gave us the dollar for ice cream. She saved our lives.”

“Ah, so this is the Good Samaritan,” Steve chuckled, grinning in her direction. “Thanks for saving me some money. I already drive these assholes everywhere.”

“Anything for a friend of Steve’s,” Stacie said, looking at the kid, Dustin.

Dustin smiled up at Stacie, liking her already, “Do you wanna come to our Halloween party this weekend? Steve is coming!”

Steve sighed, “Dustin, Stacie is way too cool to hang with you dorks for a weekend. You’re reaching for the stars, kid.”

Stacie pretended to look wounded, “Ouch, Steve, nothing is too cool for me. I would actually love to come to your Halloween party, Dustin. It sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Wow, Harrington, she’s already proving to be cooler than you are.”

“I like this kid,” Stacie responded. “And, Dustin, you’re right. I’m way cooler than Steve.”

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andcontemplation · 5 years

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Jopper + 31 ('dont pretend with me!!')

Anon! I just realized I had a few more prompts left over, sitting in my asks! Sorry for the wait but here's a silly, sexy little bit of drivel for you --

What if Hop didn’t go anywhere at the end of S3? Joyce and Hopper keep their date and start the night off right, skipping straight to the end before it's even begun.

Hopper parks the car in front of Joyce's house, right on time for their date, and checks his reflection in the rental car rearview for the umpteenth time since he left the police station that afternoon. Smoothing his mustache, he examines week-old war wounds: blue-green bruises hidden behind scruff, and the gash above his eyebrow, which is quickly healing. Pressing the edges of his butterfly bandage back down, Hopper's just thankful he doesn't look too disheveled and if anything, looks even more badass now. The collar on the new, less cutting-edge dress shirt he got for this date won't sit properly, and he fights with it one last time before giving up. Then, taking a deep breath, Hopper steps out of the car and heads toward the house.

Joyce called him earlier that afternoon to let him know that plans had changed. She asked, could he pick her up for dinner around five-thirty, instead of seven? Sure, he said, they wouldn't need a reservation that early, so he'd cancel the other one when they got there. Yes, their night was about to be cut shorter than expected — hitting up Enzo's for the early bird special with Hawkin's senior crowd — but Hop doesn't mind too much. They’d already postponed once before, since neither felt up to a date so soon after what happened at Starcourt. Regardless of the time, it's still a date, and he's more than happy to take what he can get considering how long it took to convince her to go on it.

He doesn't even bother knocking when he gets to the front door. It's so routine, and the kids are always around, that the door's practically open all the time anyway. Especially now, smack dab in the middle of summer. He walks inside, none-the-wiser as to what is waiting for him.

The curtains are drawn, and only a sliver of late afternoon sun is peeking through, lighting the room like a hazy dream. Candles flicker on the coffee table, alongside a bottle of scotch, two glasses and a bucket of ice. Peggy Lee is playing low on the stereo console.

"What are you doing?" Hopper asks, the words tumbling out of his mouth, eyes wide as he focuses in on his date.

Joyce is curled up on the couch, waiting for him in the evening shade, wearing nothing but a very slinky, very sheer negligee in a devastating shade of blue. Cigarette smoke drifts and curls around her head like a halo in the sunbeams. Her usual mess of chestnut waves is piled high on her head, revealing the delicate curve of her neck. She's wearing a shade of red lipstick that he's never seen on her before. It looks like she's almost ready for their date, but stopped short of getting fully dressed.

Hopper can't think. Or move, for that matter. He's also pretty sure he already knows the answer to his question, but he wants Joyce to say it out loud — confirm to him that he wasn't dreaming.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Joyce's eyebrows shoot up, amused. She wants to hear him say it first.

She puts out her cigarette and stands up to greet Hopper, slowly making her way over in bare feet to where he's standing, frozen at the front door. Like a cat silently stalking its prey.

He gulps.

"Joyce," he warns her, voice low. Does she really want to take it this fast?His tone gives her pause in her approach. She shrugs and glances down at herself and then back to him with a come-hither stare, and it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen her do.

"The kids headed out for the afternoon," she explains, "but they'll be back by the time we get home from our date." That last word slips off her tongue deliberately, with a smirk, watching for his reaction as he clues in.

Hopper’s mouth drops slightly, dumbfounded by what is happening here. Sure, they'd hooked up before when they were both young and dumb, but it was never anything serious — not anything remotely like this, with so much on the line. He thought for sure he would have to wait a while longer before he got to see lingerie.

She's standing less than a foot away now, and he stares her down like he's a snake charmer and she's the cobra— though it feels more like she's the one doing all the charming. Hopper’s eyes are drawn to her painted lips as they part; she's working up the courage to say something.

It’s so unlike Joyce to be this forward, chasing after him, instead of the other way around. He’s never been more turned on in his life.

Hopper gets a whiff of her perfume then. Vanilla and spice and some fucking flower he's probably never heard of, and it makes his heart race. Joyce leans in and tilts her head up towards him, close enough that they could kiss, and all the blood in his body heads south. She starts swaying softly to the music, and he follows her step, letting her take the lead. She wraps her hands up in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him tight to her body. His hands find her hips, and he’s instantly aching for her.

"I just thought we could start the night off with dessert first," she says, a shy grin teasing at the corner of her lips, "since we have the place to ourselves."

"Joyce," he says her name again, but it was less of a warning this time and more of an attempt to get a grip on reality. This couldn’t really be happening. Could it?

"Jim. Don't pretend with me." She teases, standing on her tip-toes to sink into him further. Her lips brush against his, and he moans. "We're both adults," she says, "We both know what we want. Murray's right… it's time to stop dancing around each other."

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cornycornflakes · 5 years

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83, Jopper ;)

I honestly loved writing that one and I hope you’ll like it too! You can also read it on my ao3 (Corny_Cornflakes, “Kiss my ass”)

83. Kiss my ass

It was probably the hottest 4th of July in the history. In fact every single fan in every shop in Hawkins was sold out. The usually filled streets were now emptier than ever, because the mall had an air conditioner. No one could imagine spending time outside now.

Unfortunaly the Byers didn’t have enough luck to get anything to cool their house down. The kids would have to leave their house soon anyway, because they were going to the Wheeler’s party, but it was hard to survive in there anyway. Joyce didn’t manage to take anything from Melvald’s, not even some ice cream for her boys.

At least they will have fun in the small pool in the Wheeler’s garden. Joyce didn’t want to go to the party, because she knew she had to spend the whole evening with a drunk Karen complaining about her husband and the lack of red wine. She really wasn’t in the mood for that. It would be better if she stayed alone, at her house with her own bottle of… whatever alcohol she could find in the back of the small drawer.

God, this is going to be so pathetic. This holiday is supposed to be spend with the ones you care about. But no, Joyce chose to be all alone by herself. Maybe she needs some time out to relax and thing about the events of the last 2 years? Or better not, she actually wants to FORGET the events of the past 2 years.“Will, honey, are you packed for the sleepover?”, she asked her youngest son from the kitchen.

“Yeah mom, almost ready!”, the “not so small anymore” boy shouted as he ran out of his room with a big bag in his right hand. He quickly stuffed some packs of chips and tried to somehow close his bag, which wasn’t very easy.

“Jonathan is going to drive you in half an hour, make sure you’ll call me later in the evening!”, Joyce looked softly at Will.“Sure mom, Jonathan is going to stay with us too?”, he asked a little bit disappointed.

“Yeah, but don’t worry sweetie, he’s probably going to spend more time with Nancy”, she quickly added and placed a kiss on her sons forehead. Joyce is still worried about him. And she probably always will, thinking of how she almost lost him forever. Actually she couldn’t even imagine a world without her boys. After her complicated and even painful relationship with Lonnie, she wouldn’t be as strong as she is now without them.

After roughly 35 minutes Will and Jonathan have left. She closed the front door and turned on the TV. Nothing interesting actually. Every channel available just showed some boring parades or whatever. Dissapointed, Joyce turned the TV off again and now started to look for “something to drink”. Once again: pathetic how she was spending her time alone. But there was literally nothing else she could do now. Or could she?

The phone rang. Joyce, obviously a little bit surprised, jumped up from the couch and picked it up. She expected to hear Will’s voice, but this once was way too deep and way too mature.

“Hey, are ya busy right now?”, the voice asked. It was Hopper. Didn’t he want to go to the 4th of July party? Considering the fact that El -or actually Jane- was there too?“I’m home alone. Why are you asking?”, she responded.

“I don’t know… I just don’t want to be alone on the 4th of July. How about I come over? I can take some beer with me if you want too.”

“That would be nice”, Joyce said with a little bit of a flirty tone, “Yeah, you can come over. I actually don’t want to be alone now too.”

Great. Her plans for the evening suddenly changed. Maybe it’s better that way? Her and Hopper got very close in the past couple of months. Nothing “romantic” happened between them, but they definitely enjoyed each other’s company. Almost every weekend they spent outside on her porch, while smoking cigarettes after cigarettes. The kids watch movies or listened to music in the meantime- or did whatever teenagers do nowadays.

Okay, she probably should get ready. Her current clothes were wet from all that sweat, so she decided to exchange them for a pair of shorts and a red tank top. God, when did Joyce last wear anything that showed her legs? Or something that showed anything of her body. This was the perfect moment to change that habit.

After a while she also decided to clean up her house a little bit. Her boys have left a hell of a mess in their room. Although, who was she trying to impress? Hopper saw their house in a much worse state, on multiple occasions. Whatever. Clean is clean. At least she wants to seem as she has her life put together.

It was almost ten minutes later, when Joyce heard someone entering the house. She quickly ran out of the kitchen towards the front door.

“Knock knock”, Hopper said while putting his favorite Indiana Jones like hat down. He didn’t see her yet.

Joyce leaned against the wall, trying to seem relaxed. But she wasn’t, in fact she was more nervous than ever. But why?

She finally decided to greet him with a short “hi”. With the sound of her soft voice Hopper turned toward her. Holy crap she looked good in those shorts. The last time he saw her wearing anything that revealing was in high school. And that was a hell of a long time ago.

“You look… you look nice Joyce”, he smiled and noticed her cheeks getting red. Now she looked even more beautiful.

“Wanna drink something? The heat is unbelievable”, she added and now walked into the kitchen. Joyce really tried to cover her nervousness.

“Sure, I brought some beer. Wanna sit on the porch?”, Hopper asked and picked up the six pack of Buckhorn’s. With the arrival of the evening, the temperature dropped enough for them to spend some time outside in the fresh air. Joyce only took a new pack of cigarettes from the table and headed onto the porch, right next to Jim.

They sat down on their beloved bench, while Hopper handed a can of beer to the lady besides him.

“So… you didn’t go to the Wheeler’s party too?”, she asked after a moment.

“Nah, the kids should have a nice evening, without being controlled all the time. I trust Mike, he won’t hurt Jane no matter what,” Hopper mumbled.

“He was always a good kid.”

“And how come you aren’t at the party?”

Joyce sighted. “I didn’t want to.” A short answer, but it was enough for him to notice that something was wrong.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”, he asked, deeply concerned. He was used to seeing her sad, angry, devastated. But this just felt different. Joyce was feeling or thinking about something Hopper couldn’t describe. And he really wanted to know what it is.

“How long are we gonna play this game, Hop?”

What game? What does she mean? Is Joyce talking about the fact that they can’t talk to anyone about the traumatizing events of the past years?He wanted to say something, anything, but he didn’t know what, so instead he waited for her next move.

“How long are we gonna act like there’s nothing going on between us?”, she stared in the now pitch black night. It seemed like she wasn’t even waiting for a response, it was a statement.

“What the hell are you talking about?”, Hopper asked and centered his look on her eyes. They were so alluring, but so cold at the same time. Like a black hole.But there was no answer. Now Joyce didn’t know what to say and waited for his next move.

He rested his face in his big hands. “Geez Joyce… you know it’s complicated.”

Still no words from her side. Just silence.

“You can’t even imagine how many times I imagined us being together. And in every single scenario, something went wrong. I care too much about you to see you being in pain once again.”

She finally turned her head and looked into his ocean blue eyes. She was in pain. Just as he didn’t want her to be.

“Kiss my ass, Jim Hopper”

Well, maybe it would’ve been better if she didn’t say anything after all. And her using his full name? Joyce was pissed. Luckily he knew how to deal with her complicated character.

“Maybe I will”, he smiled and took a sip of his now warm beer. To his surprise, it worked. As soon as he placed the can back on the handrail, Joyce grabbed his face and kissed him. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time.

Her soft lips met his and he decided to passionately kiss her back. Now it felt really right. Both waited so long for this special occasion. How many times did one of them have to hold back, because it wasn’t the right moment? Or because they were too scared of being hurt again?But Joyce suddenly stopped and pushed him away. What happened now?

“I’m sorry, I- I shouldn’t have”, she mumbled under her breath.

There it was again: the awkward silence. It was almost as if nothing happened between them in the past five minutes. Just like that, months of building up a strong and solid friendship crashed down.

The two of them were sitting next to each other on the bench, distancing themselves more every once in a while. The light summer breeze made Joyce’s hair fly with the movements of the wind and gave her chills all over her uncovered body. As much as Hopper tried to NOT look at her, he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t NOT notice that she was getting cold and he couldn’t NOT do anything about that.

“Screw it”, he thought and grabbed his blazer, which was hanging down the handrail. Joyce watched him from the corner of her eye, trying to not seem interested in what he was doing.

“Put on the jacket. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I’m not cold”, she sighted and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

But Hopper didn’t believe her a single word. While rolling his eyes to her response, he wrapped the blazer around her small figure. God, it looked so big on her. In fact gigantic.Joyce decided to stay quiet. She actually did appreciate his nice gesture, but she simply couldn’t think of any words she could say right now. Every single sentence she put together in her head didn’t leave her mouth. Nothing felt right anymore.

How long are they going to sit next to each other and act like stupid teenagers who just had a fight with their parent? No talking, no staring, no nothing. They have already been once trough this situation. They are making the same mistakes all over again.

“I guess I’ll just go now”, Hopper finally said after what felt like hours and grabbed his car keys from inside. But she didn’t want him to go. She didn’t want to be alone again. Shit, she screwed up big this time.

But she also didn’t say anything. What could Joyce say anyway? “I’m sorry I kissed you and pushed you away, how about you stay with me for the rest of the night in complete silence?” No, this would be pathetic.

Here was the word again. “Pathetic”. She heard it repeatedly in her head and analyzed every single letter. Why was she like this? Why was she so pathetic?And it didn’t stop until he actually stepped into his car. Now he was leaving for good.

Hopper closed his door and drove away. She was completely alone again. Still Joyce just couldn’t pick herself up from that god damn bench. Right now she wanted to progress everything that just had happened. Shit, why did she even bring up that topic?

She grabbed the box lying next to her and pulled out a cigarette. She searched for her lighter in the pocket of her jacket- wait, it wasn’t hers. Hopper left his blazer. Whatever, she’ll give it back to him on their next encounter. Joyce eventually found Hopper’s lighter and finally took a deep drag of that Camel cigarette. She felt her muscles relaxing a little bit more with every smoke. But that didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t able to organize her thoughts. Did she just destroy her friendship with Hopper? Or whatever the hell it was going on between them…

Hopper arrived in his cabin in roughly fifteen minutes. Since Jane wasn’t home, he could grand himself another beer. Or two. Or even something stronger than that. And a cigarette of course.

Exhausted, he stepped out of his car and took his flashlight with him to guide him. It was a pitch black night, except for some fireworks in the far distance. The moment he wanted to open the door (because there was no one on the other side), he realized he forgot something.

“Shit!”, he hissed as he noticed he didn’t take his blazer with him. He left it at Joyce’s place, and he really wasn’t in the mood for driving back there. Not after what happened.But what else could he do? How the hell was he supposed to enter his house? He just had to drive back. The lighter in his right pocket was also very important. Fuck it. He’ll just get his stuff and leave her house again.

Now it only took him ten minutes to get to Joyce. He didn’t expect her to still be outside, considering the fact that he has left a long time ago. Whatever, it was her problem.His problem was to get his stupid jacket back. That’s all. As he was walking towards her, she stood up and took of his blazer that she still had wrapped around her shoulders.“Searching for this?”, she asked loudly so Hopper could her and she hold up the thing he came back for.

Not knowing what else to say (again), he just took the blazer and turned around to head back into his car so he could finally enter his damn cabin. Unless…

“Wait!”, Joyce suddenly shouted. Hopper was just about to close the door, when he heard her voice from the porch. What did she want now?

She didn’t know either. Once again, her throat was closed and she couldn’t say anything. No. Just no. She won’t give up. She will say what’s on her mind.

“Joyce, what’s wrong?”

She finally walked away from that old, dirty bench and headed towards him. She wasn’t thinking, only her legs guided her automaticly. By that time her whole body was shivering. She will do it.

Hopper just watched the small woman approaching him and almost couldn’t resist to take her into his arms and just hug her. She looked so cute and dangerous at the same time, it was almost unbelievable.

“Please don’t make me regret this later”, she whispered as she stood up on her tiptoes and grabbed his face. She kissed him, for the second time tonight. But this time it didn’t feel rushed. It wasn’t an impulse. She knew that she wanted it.

Hopper was surprised by that sudden move. It took him a second to realize and progress what just has happened. But the moment he felt her cold lips against his, he grabbed her waist to pull her closer and kissed her back. He also knew what he wanted, and it was them to be together. No more games, no more acting like they’re just close friends. He wanted there to be more between them for the longest time now. Ever since Bob came around.

Joyce didn’t knew she wanted him until their hug at the snowball in 1984. It was only a month after Bob died right in front of her, but she needed someone she could share this trauma with – someone who would also understand her. But even afterwards she couldn’t admit it, even to herself.

Now they found themselves making out next to his car, almost like 7 months ago – only without the kissing.

After a while they stopped and rested their foreheads against each other. There was a smile on both of their faces.

“How about we move it inside?”, Joyce asked as another shiver ran through her body. He seemed to agree with her idea.

Without leaving each other side, they returned hand in hand into the house. It was a lot warmer and nicer there. Maybe now they could finish what they started – and what they wanted to do so badly. Joyce took one more look at his soft blue eyes and kissed him, but this time more passionately and quicker.

Hopper moved his hands up her back and tried to open her bra. He wasn’t so good in this game anymore – he hasn’t slept with a single woman ever since Jane showed up. And ever since Joyce found a way back into his life. No woman out there could ever compare to her. There was nobody else who could understand him that well. Not a single person he could ever trust that much.

And Joyce felt the exact same way about him. Lonnie was an asshole and Bob looked at the world trough pink glasses, which wasn’t her way of seeing things. She couldn’t find anybody who would share her point of view.

While trying to undress his partner, Joyce tried to guide them into the bedroom, which wasn’t necessarily the easiest thing to do when she was busy doing something else. The longing was finally over.

At last they did somehow reach her room. She jumped onto her bed and got rid of her red tank top. Hopper could see her for the first time in what, 20 years? Joyce didn’t look as young as she did back then. After having 2 boys and having to handle a lot of work and stress, her body was full with stretch marks and scars.

She notices him glaring over her exposed body, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

“Something’s wrong?”, she asked with a worried tone. What did he think of?

“You look beautiful, Joycie”, Hopper whispered as he moved closer to her for their bodies to meet again.

Lonnie never meant it. Maybe back when they had no children, but it changed.

Bob said that so many times that it lost its meaning.

But now she felt that someone meant it. Each and every letter was said with a meaning. It almost brought tears into her eyes.

Joycie. She doesn’t even remember the last time she was called that. But she remembered that Hopper always used that nickname back in the days.

Trying to not start crying over this emotional moment, Joyce searched for the buttons of his flannel and wanted to undress him as quickly as possible. In the meantime he proceeded with kissing her neck.

It was a long night ahead of them, full of love, memories and longing each others closure. Maybe they did finally find someone who would understand them?

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