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steddielvr · 1 year

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welcome to the family

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Hopper!Reader, Jim Hopper x Daughter!Reader, Eleven Hopper x Sister!Reader

Summary: You invite your boyfriend Steve over for dinner for the first time with your dad and younger sister. (Set between season 2 and 3)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: extreme fluff, protective!hop&el, Steve being nervous and adorable as per usual

a/n: sooo this fic was my all time favourite fic that i wrote on my old account so i thought it would be perfect to have this be the first one that i reposted. i made some edits and added a few extra scenes and things and i hope you love it!

NOT MY GIF! CREDS TO OWNERS!

You had just finished setting the table with your younger sister whilst your dad worked on getting the food ready when a knock on the door echoed throughout the cabin. The three of you froze, heads shooting up, wide eyes flickering between one another in confusion.

Typically, you would have recognised that knock anywhere, but the months of keeping your sister hidden from the outside world and not letting anyone other than yourself or your dad into the house made you all instinctively alert.

You wrap an arm around Eleven, pulling her protectively into your side as your dad slowly places down the bowl he was holding, making his way from behind the counter towards the front door, fists clenched tightly by his sides.

“Hey, uh, it’s Steve. Am I early?”

Your shoulders instantly relax at the familiar voice, Eleven releasing her tight hold around your waist as she feels the tension leave your body. She looks up at you in surprise and you give her a comforting grin in response, pressing a kiss to her growing hair before heading in the direction of the front door.

However, you pause as you realise that your dad has already beaten you to it. He gives you a smug smirk, ushering you away and signalling that he’ll take care of it and you give him a stern look in response, meaning ‘play nice’.

He rolls his eyes and nods, holding his hands up in defence before turning towards the door. He carefully turns all of the locks, puffs his chest out and swings the door open to reveal your visibly nervous boyfriend, clutching a small bunch of nearly dead flowers in his sweaty hands. He smiles sheepishly at your dad, trying to discreetly wipe his hands off on his jeans.

“Hopper” He nods, before his eyes widen. “I mean Chief-I mean Mr Hopper-I mean sir-I..uh-” He stutters, face turning a light pink. Your dad cuts him off with a laugh disguised as a cough.

“Hopper’s fine, kid” He looks your boyfriend up and down, face emotionless and moves to the side, gesturing for him to come inside.

The brunette gulps and walks inside, stumbling slightly over his feet. El comes to stand beside you, arm returning around your waist. You glance down at her, holding back a laugh at the look of amusement on her face.

“Dinner will be ready shortly,” your dad announces after doing a quick check of the surroundings outside and relocking the door. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Steve nods quickly as Hopper turns, returning to the kitchen, busying himself with cutting up some vegetables for the coming meal. You watch as your boyfriend takes a deep, shaky breath, muttering inaudibly to himself before turning around, starting slightly once he realises he has an audience. His face instantly lights up and relaxes once he registers your warm, welcoming features looking back at him, making his way towards you quickly. God you looked gorgeous.

Your smile widens as he comes closer, blushing as he leans in to shyly peck your cheek before smiling nervously down at Eleven. He clears his throat before hurrying to separate the almost forgotten flowers in his hands into two bunches before holding them out in front of you and El.

“I-uh-I got these for you. Both of you.” He clarifies, smiling gently at you and your sister.

You feel your heart turn to mush at the adorable boy in front of you, taking the first bunch of flowers with a grateful smile. You look towards El, who’s staring wide-eyed up at Steve. You nudge her gently, nodding your head towards the flowers. She takes them carefully, looking down at them in awe before raising her head with a small smile.

“Thank you” She whispers sheepishly, before running over to the kitchen to show Hop.

You look at Steve with a wide grin, his face mirroring your own. You check that your dad’s attention is wholly captured by your sister’s excited presentation of her flowers before reaching over and putting your arms around his shoulders, kissing him quickly.

“You’re too cute!” You gush, squishing his reddening cheeks affectionately. He chuckles at your antics, before his face turns serious.

“Your dad doesn’t like me..” He murmurs, sadness pooling in his brown eyes. You cup his face in your hands, pouting at him before giving him a comforting smile.

“He does.” You reassure, “He’s just protective. They both are” You mumble, looking over to your dad and sister in the kitchen area. You turn your attention back to Steve, who’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes you think you could cry. “Besides, with the amount of times you’ve saved my life over the past two years, there’s no way either of them could hate you.”

He opens his mouth to argue but you pull away from him as you spot your dad walking towards the table with El right behind him, both carrying full plates of food for the four of you. You take Steve’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and guide him over to the table.

Hopper and El are already sitting down beside each other, and you move to take the seat across from El before an arm stops you. Steve scrambles to pull your chair out for you, making you giggle softly at his gentlemanly behaviour as you sit down. He takes his place beside you, wiping his clammy hands off again.

You place a hand over his bouncing knee, making him turn his head towards you. You give his knee a squeeze, smiling reassuringly at him. Your dad watches the interaction carefully, the corner of his lips twitching upwards at the sight of his love-struck teen. But he would never let you see that. He clears his throat, catching both of your attentions, and motions towards the food.

“It all looks delicious” Steve praises, afraid to look your dad directly in the eye so opts to turning to Eleven instead. “Did you help make all of this?” he asks, mock surprise in his tone.

Eleven grins and nods, appreciative of her help being recognised, eyes flickering over to you. You wink at her, causing her to let out a giggle.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Your dad’s tone is harsh and you look at him in shock, raising your eyebrows scoldingly at him. He shrugs his shoulders in response, attention turning to Steve.

“So, Steven,” he begins, tone menacing and face dead serious. “What are your intentions with my eldest daughter?”

“Dad!” You scold, eyebrows knitted in anger.

“Yeah, what are your intentions with my sister?” El mimics, arms crossed over her chest. Your head snaps to your little sister, eyes widening.

“Eleven!” You expect this from your dad, but he’s dragged her into this too?

Steve places a hand over yours, calming you instantly.

“It’s okay” He soothes, before staring directly at Hopper, hand still holding yours.

“Sir, I love your daughter.” He starts, causing you to look over at him in shock. You’d said it to each other before, but the declaration in front of your family surprised you. “All of my intentions are good, I can promise you that. My only goal in our relationship is to make her happy every chance I can get and I know how lucky I am to have her. I would never dream of hurting her and I know we haven’t really talked about it before, but I can’t imagine my future without her in it.” He finishes his speech, now looking at you.

Your eyes are full of tears, your face sporting a wide grin as you gaze at him in awe. You turn to your dad, surprised to see a wide smile on his face too. Glancing at El, her face mirrors his and they look at each other and nod.

He turns back to Steve, holding his hand out over the table. Steve looks at it in surprise, before composing himself and taking it in a firm grip.

“That was a test.” He says. “We wanted to make sure you were good enough for our girl. And now that we see that you are..” He trails off, letting go of his hand and looking down at El with a smile.

“Welcome to our family!” She exclaims, grinning.

Steve looks like he’s about to burst into tears as he looks at you, you squeezing his hand tightly as your expression mirrors his own. You know how much those four little words mean to him, what with his own family being so absent in his life. You turn to your family with a teary laugh.

“Thank you” Steve chokes out, covering his shaky voice with a cough.

Hopper nods with a knowing smile, before gesturing to the food.

“Well, we didn’t slave away in the kitchen all afternoon for this to go to waste. Eat up.” He jokes, nudging his shoulder against El’s. The table erupts into laughter as the four of you dig into your meals, your hand still clutched tightly in Steve’s own.

The remainder of the night is less awkward than the start. The conversation between the four of you flows easily and by the end of the night, you are all laughing together and sharing stories, your dad telling Steve your most embarrassing moments growing up, much to your dismay. Eleven had quickly warmed up to Steve and stayed glued to his side for most of the night, much to your delight.

When it was eventually time for Steve to bid goodnight to you all, your dad gave him an approving pat on the back and thanked him for looking after you when he couldn’t. As Steve made his way to the door, El wrapped him in a warm embrace, making him stumble before returning the embrace with a chuckle. You watched them with watery eyes and a wide smile, thankful that she felt so comfortable around him.

“I’ll walk you out.” You offer as El releases him, ruffling her hair as she walks back past you to join your dad in the living room. You grab a coat from the rack by the door, helping Steve with the many locks before following him out onto the porch.

Your eyes scan the surroundings out of habit before settling on your boyfriend’s glowing features once satisfied that it was safe. You grin at him, shuffling over to wrap your arms around his waist, nestling your head against his warm chest as his arms come up to cocoon you in his embrace. He sighs against your head, chest vibrating with a chuckle as he reaches up to cup your face in his warm hands, proceeding to litter every inch of your face with sloppy kisses.

“Thank you.” he begins, pulling back to smile lovingly at you. “Not just for tonight, but for everything. For choosing me to love and to bring into your family. You’ll never know how thankful I am.”

Your heart warms at his words, shaking your head and cupping his face in your colder hands. “It’s me who should be thanking you. Most people would not be able to handle all of this,” you say, gesturing to the empty space surrounding you and the cabin you call home. “But you don’t even bat an eyelid. And how sweet you were with El...I just-I really love you. So much.”

His smile widens at your words, repeating them back to you without hesitation. He leans in, relieved at finally being able to give you a proper kiss before he is cut off by a loud knock on the glass beside you. Your heads snap to the window and are met with the disapproving glares of your dad and sister, shaking their heads at Steve and waiting until he steps hurriedly back from you before lowering the curtain with matching smirks.

“I guess that’s my cue.” Steve chuckles, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”

You nod, ignoring the fact that your family is probably still watching and rushing over to give him a soft kiss. You smile sheepishly when you pull back for air, chuckling at the expression on Steve’s face. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. I’ll be waiting for your call, Stevie.”

He laughs, giving you a mock salute before making his way off of the porch and back towards his car, parked discreetly off to the side of the cabin. You wait until he is safely inside and driving away before heading back through the cabin door and bolting it again. You roll your eyes at the pointed look from your dad and join your sister on the couch, wrapping her into your embrace as your dad chooses a movie for you to watch. You loved your little family to pieces and it made you so happy to know that Steve was welcomed into it with open arms.

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chloe-skywalker · 11 months

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Door Open (Part 1) - Billy Hargrove

Part 1

Billy x reader Hopper

Warnings: none really

Word count: 1,644

Summary: Hopper finds out his oldest daughter has a boyfriend and wants to meet him.

Authors Note: There is a part 2 that will be posted soon. It's already typed and in my queue.

Masterlist

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Part 2

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“El door!” Hopper yelled out as noticed the door to his youngests room closed shut. With a boy in there.

“Why?” El questioned as she opened the door and stuck her head out.

“Why?!” Hopper asked with raised brows.

El nodded “yes”

“Because I said.” Hopper answered, looking her in the eyes.

“But why? Y/n gets to keep her’s shut.” El wondered out loud with squinted eyes.

“What?” Now Hopper was confused.

“Y/n gets to keep her door shut.” El looked Hopper in the eyes, upset with his ‘door open’ rule.

“Well, Y/n doesn’t have a boy over or a boyfriend.” Hopper told her still a little dumbfounded at this conversation.

“Say you.” El mumbled but apparently not low enough.

“Excuse me?” Hopper spoke, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nothing.” El tried to cover up but Hopper wasn’t going to let it go, turning to go back into her room.

“El.” Hopper said using his deep angry voice, getting the young girl to turn around again to look at him.

El sighed wishing she said nothing to begin with. “She does.”

“She does what?” Hopper questioned his body tensing.

“Y/n, has a boyfriend.” El stated looking down at her feet. Not wanting to see Hopper’s face.

“Since when?” Hopper questioned but when El gave no answer he tired again. More stern this time. “El, since when?”

“8 months I think.” El said reluctantly, looking anywhere but at Hopper.

“8 mon-” Hopper couldn’t even believe this. How could he not have known this? How did he not notice anything? God sometimes he really thought Y/n should become a detective, she’d definitely be good at the undercover work.

“Please don’t tell her I said anything.” El pleaded before she went back into her room to continue hanging out with Mike.

All Hopper could do was nod numbly. He was going to have a talk with his oldest daughter when she got home.

^ ^ ^

“Y/n.” Hopper spoke as Y/n entered the cabin like normal.

“Hmmm?” Y/n hummed in acknowledgment that she was listening.

“We need to talk.” He stated from his spot on the couch. With a simmering expression, holding in his anger. Which isn’t exactly directed at his daughter.

“What about?” Y/n asked as she came around to sit on the couch alongside him.

“I heard through the grapevine that you have a boyfriend.” Hopper stated taking a sip of his beer before he continued and trained his eyes on his daughter. Watching her behavior. “That you’ve been together for almost a year. How come you never said anything?”

Y/n looked down to her lap, she had been caught and didn’t know what to say exactly. “I was nervous too.”

“To tell me?” Now he felt a little bad. “Why? You can tell me anything, you should know that.”

“Dad, you can be very protective, and intimidating…” It was going to go bad at this next part if it led to what she thought it would. “And I know that you don’t particularly like who he is.”

“I’m your dad, of course I’m going to be protective over you. Just like I'm with El. As for intimidating, that's my job as your father.” Hopper stated, he had to keep explaining his job as a father a lot recently to his girls. But now he really also wanted to know the bigger question. Who was the guy? “Now who is this boy that I apparently don’t like?”

Y/ shifted her eyes away from her father as she mumbled the name. “Billy.”

“Hargrove?!” Hopper screamed with bulging eyes and he stood up in shock, hoping he heard wrong.

“Yeah.” She confirmed, shrinking in on herself. But Hopper couldn’t even yell in that moment he was speechless.

“You don’t know him.” Y/n stated and Hopper just sent her a look. He’s met the kid and he doesn’t like his attitude. Y/n shook her head at his look knowing what he was thinking. “Not really. He acts like a completely different person at school and around town then he is with me.”

Hopper looked at his daughter for a moment. Really looked at her and he could tell this was important to her so he sighed, turning to face her seated form. “I wanna meet him.”

“What?” Now she was confused.

“I want to meet him. Bring him over for dinner tonight-”

“He can’t tonight, but he is available tomorrow.” Y/n spoke efficiently, cutting him off. She knew how Niel was, there was no way Billy could come on such short notice tonight.

“Fine. Tomorrow.” Hopper agreed.

“Okay.” Y/n nodded relieved and she got up off the couch and headed to her room.

“Oh.” Hopper spoke up before she could shut the door to her room. Turning to look at her dad waiting for him to continue, hoping that she wasn’t in more trouble. “Your door stay’s cracked from now on.”

Y/mn nodded letting out a breath of air, hoping to not be in even more trouble. But now she was going to tell Billy.

^ ^ ^

“He wants to meet me?” Billy looked very anxious since Y/n explained what had happened last night. But could you blame him? He’s had run-ins with Sheriff Hopper and they weren’t the friendly kind.

“Don’t look so afraid, Billy. It’s normal, he found out about you and he's gonna want to meet you.” Y/n said with a smile on her lips, slightly amused at his behavior. He just kept pacing with wide eyes.

Billy nodded at her words. “Ok. I got this.”

“Yes, you do.” Y/n nodded in encouragement. Meeting the parents was something Billy didn’t do, but he was willing to do it for Y/n. She got up off his bed and cupped his cheeks. “I believe in you.”

“Is he pissed?” he asked, looking into her eyes trying to get a read on his answer.

“No, not really. I was told that the door has to at least be cracked from now on. But otherwise he seems to be giving you a chance. That's good odds.” She told him with a cheerful look in her eyes and on her face. Y/n was optimistic, and Billy hoped she was right.

“Yeah, I guess.” Billy sighed, he needed to prepare himself for tonight.

“I know.” Y/n smirked, biting her lip as she looked up at him through her lashes.

“Haha” Billy mock laughed before pulling her into a very heated kiss.

^ ^ ^

“Are you nervous Billy?” Y/n asked watching him drive them to the Hopper residence. He was bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers.

“Yes.” Billy stated flat out glancing for a second away from the road to Y/n. His face said it all with a look of pure honesty and fear.

Y/n looked at him in shock, trying to hide her amusement at his confession. “I didn’t expect you to admit it.”

Billy shrugged one shoulder looking back to the road. “Well, I am. That tell you something?”

Y/n reached over to grab his free hand in hers, hoping to provide him with some reassurance. “Calm down. It’ll be okay. I’ll be by your side the whole time. I promise.”

Once they pulled up, as they got out of the camaro El came running out of the house and hugged Y/n.

“Hey, El.” Y/n greeted, hugging the younger girl back.

“I’m sorry.” she mumbled feeling bad that she outed the girl that took her in as a little sister.

“Its all okay, really. I’m not mad, El.” Y/n stated trying to reassure her that she wasn’t mad. Y/n pulled out of the hug making El look her in the eyes so she would know how serious she was.

El nodded a little in relief and a little just to show she understood. Then she shifted her attention to Billy. Hopping he couldn’t be pissed that she outed his relationship with Y/n.

Billy shook his head coming to stand next to them. “I’m not either.”

“Stop standing there and come in and eat.” Hopper yelled as she stood in the open doorway with a hard expression on his face.

With that the 3 headed inside and sat down to eat. Conversation consisted of small talk mostly at first but there was a reason this dinner was taking place. They should get to it.

“How’s Max?” El asked halfway through their meal, wondering about her friend.

“She’s good.” Billy said before taking a sip of his soda.

“So Billy.” Hopper spoke up, putting his fork and knife down.

Billy gulped. “Yes, Sir.”

“What are your intentions with my daughter?” Hopper asked, cutting to the chase.

“Dad-”

“No, its ok. He’s gonna ask at some point right?” Billy stopped her, like she said earlier. These things needed to be done and said. “My intentions are mainly pure with Y/n.”

“Mainly?” Hopper practically growled out, looking at the mullet haired boy with narrowed eyes.

“Well, we do makeout and. . . cuddle.” Billy choked out the last part while Y/n and El snickered. Yeah they cuddle, amongst other things.

“Nothing else?” Hopper ticked his jaw ready to wring the boys’ neck.

“Not really Sir.” Billy shook his head with a smile on his lips, taking a bite of his steak.

“Not really? What's 'not really’ supposed to mean?” Hopper leaned forward placing his forearms on the table, staring Billy in the eyes. He should tread carefully with the look he was giving Billy.

“Well the other things are all of and when y/n wants.” Billy stated looking Hopper in the eyes. He was being brave, Y/n thought. Stupidly brave.

“Hmmm.” Hopper hummed before he continued to eat. At least he seemed to respect his daughter.

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madnessformunson · 1 year

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she’s all i wanna be

Summary: you are insecure in your relationship with Eddie

Warnings: reader has a negative body image, mean girl behavior, bullying

I have no idea why the formatting is so weird lol

Your relationship with Eddie was new. It was fun and exciting but also scary. You had never had feelings like this for anyone before. He always made time for you, recently skipping D&D or cutting band practice short so he could squeeze in more time to spend with you. Because Eddie’s world was newly revolving around your every move, his friends were getting annoyed with you and your constant presence.

You walk into the cafeteria and sit at your usual spot at the Hellfire table. You didn’t know if you should without Eddie, but he had to meet with Miss Click about his last test grade. He assured you that the boys would love to have you sit with them.

You quietly sit and greet them with a weak smile and wave.

“Oh hey y/n, where is Eddie? Gareth questioned.

“He had to meet with Miss Click to go over his last exam, hope you don’t mind me sitting here” you said as you unpacked the contents of your lunchbox.

“And you aren’t waiting outside the classroom for him to be done” Jeff let out with a weak laugh.

Your face flushed because you had actually thought of doing that.

“I don’t get how he isn’t completely tired of you always hanging around him and pulling him away from what he loves. It’s so confusing since just a few months ago he couldn’t shut up about his crush on Chrissy, and now he’s with you instead” Mike said cruelly.

Your face was still red hot and you were fighting back the tears in your eyes.

“I guess he just settled for the off brand Chrissy” Jeff said with a laugh, as the rest of the boys chucked with him.

You quickly stood up and grabbed your belongings not able to listen anymore.

“Hey, we were just joking with you!” Mike called out and you ran out.

You left the school down an old trail you and Eddie frequently took when you just needed to get away. You headed to the rusted bench to take a minute to yourself when you heard Eddie’s laugh. You peer through the bushes only to see Eddie dramatically falling onto the ground in front of the one and only Chrissy Cunningham.

She was definitely flirting with him, twisting her perfect blonde hair as she asked him about Corroded Coffin. You saw enough, taking off to head in the direction of your house.

On your way home you couldn’t help but think negatively of yourself. She was definitely prettier than you. She had a smaller waist, long blonde hair and came from money. You didn’t have anything like that to offer, you’d probably choose her too.

As you walked past the drug store, you had a moment of thinking “maybe I can look like her” as you wondered in looking for some hair dye. You decided on a box of bleach, thinking that adding some highlights could maybe help your look.

As soon as you got home you rushed to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You pull out the instructions and read them over 3 times to ensure you know what you are doing. You decided you were ready, you started to mix the chemicals that smelt so strong you were sure you’d get high from the fumes. As neatly as you could you applied the paste to your hair and let it be for 45 minutes. You rinse the chemical off, throwing your hair up in a towel on your head as you wipe the fog off the mirror.

Then you were horrified. Once you pulled the towel off all you could feel was instant regret. Your roots were white blonde while other pieces were bright orange and another section still your original color. You were panicking trying to figure out your next move when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey y/n dad said dinner is ready” your little sister, El informed you.

You muttered some profanities before saying, “tell him I’m not hungry!”

You suddenly hear heavy footsteps approaching the bathroom door.

“None of that y/n, come on we are eating dinner” Hopper insisted.

“Sorry I can’t” you blurt out.

“Excuse me? You can’t? Open this door right now y/n”

You knew you couldn’t win. You slowly opened the door to reveal the mess you were currently dealing with.

“What the hell y/n” Hopper said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I know it looks really bad -“ you start

“Really bad is an understatement” El cuts you off with a giggle. You give her a death stare and she runs down the hallway.

“I can call Joyce tomorrow to see if she can come help you fix it after school,” Hopper said, rubbing his face with his hand.

“After school?! Dad no way that’s too long”

“She’s at work y/n, you’ll just have to wear a hat or something” he says as he lets out a laugh.

You continue just to give him an annoyed glare.

The next morning you tuck all of your hair into a beanie, then place the hood of your sweatshirt over top to further disguise yourself.

As you make your way downstairs for school, your father sees you and chuckles.

“I don’t know why you think this is funny” you say as you pour your bowl of cereal.

“This is one of those moments I will never let you forget,” he replies.

You just have to get through today, stay low and avoid Eddie that all you have to do. Standing at your locker you grab the books you need as you notice Eddie approaching you with a smile and wave. You took off to your class taking your seat and opening your book up as quickly as possible to bury your head in.

“Hey y/n I tried to call you last night but you didn’t answer” Eddie said as he took his seat behind you, chains hitting onto the desk.

“I was busy” you reply coldly.

“Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” He said leaning forward.

Thankfully the bell rang and Miss Click walked in already telling everyone to quiet down.

“Ok class today I want you to turn to page 110- yes Miss Cunningham?” Miss Click said as Chrissy raised her hand.

“I just was thinking I’m pretty sure it’s against the dress code to wear hats inside and I just don’t think it would be fair if certain people were an exception to the rules”

“Why yes that is a rule, Miss Hopper you need to remove your hood”

Your heart sunk and your face instantly got red. You sat there like a statue for a minute trying to decide what to do.

“Miss Hopper if you don’t remove the hood this instant I will have to send you to the principal's office to call you father.”

You slowly pull the hood back and stare at Miss Click.

“The beanie too dear” Miss Click said.

As you pull it off your head you can hear the whole room gasp followed by laughter.

“Oh my” is all Miss Click could get out before you grabbed your books and bolted out of the room. You faintly heard Eddie calling your name but you didn’t turn back, you headed straight home with tears running down your face.

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cluelessbees · 1 year

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A little detail I noticed is that the poster El has hung up of the US map

Is actually a National guard recruitment poster for the Vietnam War

Meaning it was probably Hoppers ^^

#stranger things #El hopper #Jim hopper #they’re so father-daughter #byler #<- target audience #not byler related #I just like sharing things with y’all

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for being Jim Hopper’s child (Part 1)

Jim Hopper x child!reader

warnings: guns, knives, death, blood, cigarettes, alcohol and so on

a/n: might have 2 do another part bc it got so long lol. we’ll see how long that takes me

prompt: anonymous: “Could I request being Jim Hoppers teenage daughter headcanons please, like reader is as old as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan ect”

part 2 (tba)

you spent most of your childhood in new york

but after things fell apart, after your sister passed, you decided to move back to hawkins with your dad when you were in middle school

which was very different than what you were used to.

starting with the fact that everyone knew your dad

and all eyes were on you to be a model citizen, you felt a lot of pressure to be the best you could be

most adults knew of the tragedy that struck your family, too. sooner or later, so would the kids

“so your sister had cancer? and she died?” -classmate

“…yes” -you

“that sucks” -classmate

you were definitely a rebel.

some blamed your “acting out” on the divorce, or the move, or losing sarah, but anyone who knew anything knew you were just jim hopper’s kid

“they’re trouble, just like their father” -anyone who knew jim as a teen

you were quite intimidating

you also inadvertently became popular in high school

“well, they’re dad is the chief of police, that means if we get into any trouble we’re golden!” -tommy h

“tommy, i hate you” -you

“yeah right! im your favorite person in the whole wide world” -tommy

“no, tommy, i mean it. if we get into any trouble im throwing you under the bus” -you

your dad taught you how to shoot a gun and defend yourself

and he’d take you camping in the woods in the summer

“how’s it going, kid? having fun?” -hopper

“you gave me a knife, of course im having fun” -you, carving up a chunk of wood

“that’s right, kid. proud of you” -hopper

he worried about you sometimes, looking back on everything he got away with as a kid

but he let go a bit just to let you live a little

you stole his cigarettes plenty of times

and his alcohol if he didn’t get to it first

he did hate your friends, though

“what’s up with you and all these preppy kids, y/n? really? aren’t they kind of assholes?” -hopper

“huge assholes. absolutely terrible. but they wont leave me alone, think im this super cool badass because im your kid, think i get away with everything” -you

“oh, so when i pull over one of these kids for drinking and driving while being underage, they think you’ll get them out of it?” -hopper

“that is correct” -you

“do they realize i’m probably gonna punish them harder?” -hopper

“no, but im counting on you to” -you

honestly you do share beers with him from time to time

not enough to get you drunk but enough to bond

hearing stories of his time at hawkins high

“then, and then—” -hopper, snorting laughter “me and joyce. you know joyce’s boy. jonathan byers’ mom. yeah, me and her were close back then! we revved up my car so hard that the principal ran outside to see what all the noise was and we ended up kicking back so much dirt…oh, man, there was so much dirt all over him and his stupid suit and his stupid glasses. he didn’t even go home, he stayed like that all day. me and joyce got detention for like, three weeks straight. ohhh, good times” -hopper

going out late to steve’s house nearly every weekend

and really showing off your teenage rebellion in his pool if you know what i mean

all in good fun

going to the station to help out when you could

flo thought you were an angel, callahan and powell always laughed at the remark

“y/n, how in the world did you convince that woman that you’re a saint?” -powell

“who says im not?” -you

“how many times have we had to give you a ride home after finding you stumbling down the street in the middle of the night? which of us is keeping score of that again?” -callahan

“that would be you, my friend” -powell

“hey, as long as i help her with paperwork and cleaning, i’m just the most selfless person on the face of the earth” -you

sooner or later that week that turned your life upside down came to be

when will byers went missing

you weren’t too worried until you found out what you were up against

but you weren’t much of a believer at first

but you were still highly sympathetic of jonathan’s situation to a certain extent

“hey, jonathan? i feel really shitty about everything you’re dealing with right now, man. i cant do much to help, but i’m here for you” -you

“uh, yeah, thanks. thank you, y/n” -jonathan

your friends didn’t bother making fun of you, they knew you’d tear them a new one over something like this

and you got a bit quiet as all of this went down

still went out with your friends, though

and sat with nancy at the pool to talk just a bit before barb disappeared, too

“i’m surprised you’re friends with them, honestly. i thought the chief’s kid would be more cautious and rule-abiding” -nancy

“then you got me all wrong, miss wheeler. rules are for suckers” -you, lighting a cigarette

“pass that this way, y/n” -steve

“get your own” -you

getting pretty freaked when barb went missing since you were the last to see her

steve begged you not to tell your dad

but you really weren’t having it

that’s when you started backing away from your shitty friend group, when nancy asked for your help

because no one believes kids, and you had all the resources she needed

“y/n, come on! we know you wanna hang this weekend, why are you being so difficult?” -steve

“difficult? difficult, steve? you’re kidding, right? all the messed up shit happening around here and you’re calling me difficult for showing caution, concern?” -you

“yeah, i am! since when are you cautious? i’m starting to think you don’t like us anymore” -steve

“i don’t! you’re all assholes who care more about your social self-preservation than the real lives that are at stake! when barb and will are back home safe, maybe i’ll consider a friendship with you, but until then? stay the fuck out of my way” -you

that really struck a chord with steve

but not quite on time considering he resorted to vandalism and picking fights with your crew

“oh, if it isn’t the junior chief. what are you gonna do, cuff us?” -tommy h

“grow the hell up” -you

“surprised you wound up with these two, y/n. they dont seem like your type of people” -steve

“and you are?” -you

after the fight, you got dragged back to the station with powell and callahan

and flo was DEVASTATED you could have been a part of that

“what were you thinking, y/n? these kids, they must be crazy. fights? weapons? you’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t be apart of that. especially with your father around. and what if you were the next to go missing?” -flo

“i promise you, flo, it was just the wrong place at the wrong time. i was trying to make sure they didn’t kill each other. things have been tense in the past week” -you

“oh, i know. you’re a good kid, sweetie” -flo

callahan and powell did have to question you to see what was going on, but they knew you were no snitch

“alright, y/n. go sit in your dad’s office. soon as he gets here, i’m sure he’d love to talk to you” -powell

hopper found you at his desk with your feet kicked up, and from there you hit him with everything you knew so far

“don’t tell me you actually believe all this shit” -hopper

“wish i could tell you i was kidding. but it’s just not adding up. i’ve got a really bad feeling” -you

it was a similar feeling to the weeks before your sister got sick and passed

and you were one of the most level-headed teens to walk the earth, you heard reason and scoffed at anything that fell outside of your bounds

soon after you and your dad were on the same page, he said to you

“think you can stay with a friend for a few days?” -hopper

you soon discovered why when you came home to grab some clothes and found your trailer turned upside down

which made you think this ran even deeper that you previously thought

aaaand eventually this led up to the middle school with a bunch of kids you didn’t know, a few teens you did, and the only adults you trusted

“eleven? hey, kid, you need anything?” -you

“so chief hopper’s kid, who just happens to be the biggest skeptic and irresponsible teen in hawkins, is on the same page as the rest of us now?” -dustin

“i mean, i guess so. theyre here arent they?” -lucas

“who says i’m skeptic and irresponsible?” -you, from behind

“w-what? no, we didn’t say that. i mean—we don’t believe that” -mike

“i’m just playing with you” -you, shaking two of them by the shoulders

your dad came up to you and handed you a revolver and some extra rounds

“you. you are in charge of these kids. you are to keep them safe and use this if absolutely necessary. i’m trusting you” -hopper

“why are you speaking to me like i’m a child?” -you

“because you are one” -hopper

“i know all about gun safety if that’s what you’re worried about” -you

“i’m worried about you and these kids and the monsters that are after you” -hopper

“think i’m not just as worried about you and joyce?” -you

“heh, that’s cute. behave yourself.” -hopper

“yes, sir” -you, sarcastically saluting

it didn’t take long for you and your crew to high tail it to the byers’ residence and make good with your own mission

it was a dumb idea, but so was staying at the school

and while you were preparing for a fight, steve started banging on the door

“steve?” -you

“y/n?” -steve

��get the hell out!” -you

“why do you have a gun?!” -steve

“do you want to find out?!” -you

nancy helped him with that part, pulling her own on him

it was funny (and invigorating) ((you’re a little wacky))

but it was too late and steve decided to join in on the action in some sort of offering of peace

*loud overlapping screaming*

“what…” *pant* “the hell…” *pant* “was that..?” -steve

“…are you insane?!” -you

“what?! what did i do?!” -steve

“you almost got yourself killed!” -you

“it’s okay, y/n…it’s over for now…we’re all okay” -jonathan

“this isn’t over, steve. the hell is wrong with you?” -you

“i was just trying to help, y/n. at least i know you still care” -steve

“i will shoot you if you try any shit like that again” -you

“maybe we should take the gun from them” -nancy

“you want to risk it when they’re this worked up?” -jonathan

you all shouted/talked it out and calmed down and headed back for the middle school together

which was a complete shitshow and you knew your dad would be pissed

but he hugged you and told you that he was proud of you

“give me back my gun” -hopper

you all hung out in the hospital waiting for will to wake up

and the kids huddled around you to ask about the demogorgon

“did you see it? did you shoot it? we saw it! and el completely destroyed it!” -lucas

“yeah, it was badass!” -dustin

“can you teach us how to shoot?” -lucas

“no” -you

you had to meet with a handful of government officials over all you’d just become aware of

mouths? sealed shut

you became closer with the people you almost died with, took special care with the kids

and eventually discovered el was still alive

“what do you say we move into grandpa’s old cabin?” -hopper

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weasleytwinwheezes · 2 years

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Cleopatra

Steve Harrington x HopperDaughter!Reader

Summary: After Hoppers 'death' in season 3, Y/N moves out of state to live with her mother. She spends the next 8 months healing herself of the trauma of seeing her father die. Spring Break of 1986 she moves back to Hawkins, but seems to be too late for the love of her life (Hopper is legit dead in this ok)

Warnings: angst lol, cussing, unrequited love (kinda?), miscommunication (kinda??), feelings of being replaced/replaceable, minor mention of panic attack, happy ending bc im not a monster

Authors note: I adore Steve and I couldn’t let this end with him being hurt lol

When you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress With my father in a casket, I had no plans

“Marry me Y/N? I’ll take care of you. I have the money and I couldn’t stand it if you left me,” Steve begged, tears streaming down his handsome face.

“This is unfair Steve,” you sighed towards the blank ceiling.

“How? Why? We could be good together!” he pleaded.

“Because my father just died. Because the entire world is shit right now. Because you're only asking me because I'm alone now. I have no family here and you know that. Because I don’t know what I want anymore,” you sobbed, unable to look at him.

"You're not alone Y/N! You have me! I know this is a nightmare and you're scared. But don't you dare say you're alone when I'm sitting right here!" Steve yelled with a cracking voice.

Turning your head, you stared at him. Standing before you was the love of your life. The same boy who had been there to pull you out of that mall, the boy who brought a smile to your face, and butterflies to your stomach. But right now he was just the boy who reminded you of that terrible night and you didn't know what was worse. Pretending that you were going to be okay or pretending that you were still in love with him.

"Steve, I can't do this. I can't handle this right now. I don't know what's happening. This is too much," you choked out, chest tightening with the familiar feeling of a panic attack.

Pushing up from the mattress, you saw his face crumble. But the need to be alone overpowered the breaking of your heart, so you rushed from the room and never looked back.

And I left the footprints, the mud stain on the carpet And it hardened like my heart did when you left town

"Y/N Honey? Are you still there?" your mothers voice questioned, riddled with static from the payphone.

"Yes mom, I'm still here! Just double checking the map. It looks like I should get to Grandmas in about an hour or so," you responded, tucking the worn map into your jeans.

"Oh she's just going to love having you there. Give her my love will you? And be careful! You know how worried I am about you!," she babbled on.

"I know, I know! I'll be careful and I'll be sure to let Grandma know you're thinking of her! Now get off the phone! Aerobics starts in an hour and you know how busy the interstate is this time of day! You don't want to miss it!" you rushed out, itching to hit the road again.

After quickly saying goodbye, you filled up with gas and headed towards your hometown. The entire trip home had been stressful. The last time you were here was a nightmare. All you could think about was the events at Starcourt Mall and walking away from Steve.

Oh Steve. He was the only part of Hawkins you were apprehensive about. After months of therapy, you understood that you could have gone about the entire situation differently. But grief can often make you do irrational things. Even if it makes you pack up all your things and move 500 miles to Richmond, Virginia.

You had loved him the only way you knew how, by leaving before you caused him more pain. Your father had loved your mother the same way, so it was no surprise that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Steve had already suffered too much at your hands. It was you who pulled him into everything with the upside down and you were the reason he got tortured by the Russians. Walking away from him was the only good thing you had ever done for him.

But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around

Frankly, it shouldn't have shocked you so badly to see Nancy Wheeler hanging off of his arm like she did so many years ago. But it did, it made you feel like you were that same naive girl who watched the boy she loved fall for someone else. Maybe it hurt because the pain of seeing them together felt like it had the first time. Or maybe it was because he had replaced you again.

You didn't expect him to be alone and miserable like you were. But you also didn't expect him to be back with her. At least now you and Nancy Wheeler had something in common.

You had both broken his heart.

But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life And when I die alone, when I die alone, die I'll be on time

The days in Hawkins quickly turned into weeks, then months. Soon enough it was time for graduation. You tried to tell yourself that you were going to support your old friends, which wasn't wrong. You had reconnected with Robin Buckley after moving back. So you at least had a reason to be at Hawkins football field. But you knew deep down, that you were going to see if they were still together.

Robin had practically begged you to tell you what went down between Steve and you. Repeating the same sentences, 'He never told us why you left. He just smiled and said it was for the best. Then Nancy started coming around.' 'You know he never said that you two split?' 'I don't even know what they are to be honest, he's never really said. But these days he isn't exactly Mr. Gossip.'

A part of you was happy he had found someone to be happy with but you wished deep down it was you.

As you stood there below the bleachers, hot sun beating down on you, you watched as families filled in to watch their loved ones graduate. Your own heart clenching at the memory of you dad yelling as loud as possible when your name was called. He was so proud of you and you hoped that he still was. Wherever he was.

So absorbed in your thoughts, you didn't notice the person walk up next to you.

"Y/N Hopper? Is it really you?" a voice startled you.

Turning to your right you were greeted with the face of the man you loved. He looked good, if that could even describe it. His face was plagued with worry and it was bruise free.

"Steve Harrington, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you responded softly.

"Oh nothing the pleasure is free but you could only imagine my surprise when I found out that love of my life has been in Hawkins for months and not once reached out to me," Steve spoke hotly, eyes boring into yours.

You could feel your mouth opening and closing, trying to form a sarcastic comment or just a response at all. But your tongue and heart stumbled on the word 'love'.

"And before you try to justify it, I understand. But do you know how embarrassing it is to have Dustin fucking Henderson tell me that you're back and have been since spring break?! I thought I was being pranked! I told him 'Y/N would let me know! She wouldn't hide', but it looks like I was wrong. You did hide. You didn't even try to see what would happen if you visited. You didn't even try to-"

"I did try Steve! I came to your house after days of trying to work of the courage! I came to apologize, to tell you about everything I've done, to tell you how much better I was. I came to see if there was any chance that you could possibly still want me. But I saw you with Nancy and I couldn't handle it. It felt like senior year all over again, so I walked away. I wasn't going to be the reason your heart was broken again, I couldn't do that." you forced out, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.

"Y/N Hopper, you're a lot of things. But I never took you for an idiot," Steve snapped.

"What ?! You ridiculous ass! I'm over here bearing my heart to you and you have the utter audacity to call me an idiot-" you were cut off by the familiar feeling of his lips on yours.

Suddenly it felt as though the weight of the last year fell off your shoulders. You knew you were missing something. You just didn't know it was this. The kiss was soft and you couldn't stop the tears from slipping down your cheeks.

Feeling Steve start to pull away, you reluctantly untangled yourself from him. Stepping away from each other, you both held your breath unsure of how to unpack what just happened.

"Look Y/N, don't you dare interrupt me. I'm not with Nancy. I haven't been with anyone since you left. Hell, as far as I'm concerned-we never broke up. I'm not even sure when you saw us together, but it was during spring break then I can explain. She's been helping me with my college admittance essays. I took a year off after everything that happened and I needed someone who was good at writing to make sure it was legible. I swear to you that's all it was. She is still happily dating Byers. I haven’t gotten over you. I can’t get over you,” he spoke wholeheartedly, staring deep into your eyes.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He hasn’t moved on with Nancy. Steve didn’t go back to her. He had just admitted to wanting you still.

“I’m so sorry Steve. I was so scared to see you already and I guess I was I figured it was easier if you did move on. Even if I didn’t,” you replied softly.

Reaching to gently pull you towards him, Steve pressed a small kiss to your forehead and spoke, “Y/N, I never gave up on us. I know that I shouldn’t have asked then but I was so afraid you run away and leave us all behind. That’s wasn’t the answer though. I never stopped loving you because I think deep down I knew you would be back. I’m not angry with you, I never was. Just please don’t run away again baby. I couldn’t take that.”

As you opened your mouth to respond you were interrupted by the whine of feedback from a microphone with a quick reminder of “Please find your seats! The Hawkins High graduating class of 1986s ceremony will begin momentarily!”

Grabbing Steve by the hand you pulled him towards the bleachers, matching smiles on both your faces. As you settled in beside the Wheelers you squeezed his hand. Leaning in you whispered, “I’m not going anywhere Steve and the answer is yes this time. It was always supposed to be yes.”

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington my beloved #steve harrington angst #Steve Harrington #steve harrington x you #Steve harrington x hopper!daughter #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jim hooper #hawkins #stranger things fic #stranger things angst #stranger things 4 #steve harrington smut

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friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n · 2 years

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Was wondering if you’d be able to write an Eddie Munson one shot/imagine with Hoppers (Gn) kid. :)

A/N - Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. (I am currently binge watching Gravity Falls.)

“Hey, officer! We need to report a crime!” Jason, and two of his friends ran up to you. You knew they were some of the kids from the basketball team, considering when you tried to have a conversation with Lucas, it’s all he would talk about.

“Yeah? What is it?” You didn’t like him, he seemed like a popular douchebag.

“It’s Eddie! He’s dating someone thats as hot as you!” He was grinning, his two friends behind him laughing.

“Haha, you’re so fucking funny. Get out of here before I punch your fucking teeth out.”

“Officer! Relax, we’re just having fun. Did you forget what that is?” He still didn’t know how to fuck off, did he?

“I have more fun writing papers then your girlfriend could ever have riding your dick, cunt. Now screw off.” You walked away, leaving the stunned possum there to be mocked by his friends.

“What they want?” Dustin came up to you, and now walked alongside you.

“What do you think? They almost always mess with me. It started right after-“

“You arrested Jason cause you caught him underage drinking, I know. By the way, Eddie is looking for you, he wants to show you something.” Dusting grabbed you by the forearm and walked you somewhere.

“I’m guessing you know but you’re not going to tell me cause he told you keep it secret?”

“Yep.”

“Wonderful. How’s your mom doin’?”

“She’s fine, she’s nearly always fine unless she can’t find me.”

“Hey! Remember, I have to keep a close eye on everyone and their cats. Especially considering my dad was chief of police. I have a major role to step up too, and it’s not easy when everyone considers you a joke cause you’re barely out of high school.”

“I see where you’re coming from, but I feel like I may be the wrong person to complain to. Nancy would understand better than anyone.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just frustrated is all. How’s hellfire doin’?”

“It’s going great. Mine and Mike’s costume shirts are almost done. Thanks for telling us about the club, we might’ve found out too late otherwise.”

“Nah, Eddie would’ve let you join, he likes you both. That and I would have convinced him to if he had told you no.”

“Yeah, cause we’re your favourite teenagers and you love us.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Henderson.” You watched in amusement as he turned to you, mouth agape and brows furrowed, looking insulted.

You chuckled, it was easy to annoy the kid. He was loveable, but slightly gullible.

"Well, are you at least telling me where we're going? You've dragged me nearly across the school."

"Parking lot."

"How many bullies you got so far?"

"I don't know, at least 12 though."

"R.I.P."

"Whatever, we're here. Eddie!" Dustin stopped you at Eddies old van. The side door opened and Eddie stepped out.

"Hello Love." He pulled your hand up, and kissed your knuckles. "I hope my friend treated with respect."

"I've known him way longer then you have Munson. Second, he treats me with respect cause he knows ill beat his ass."

"They'vedone it before."

"I hit you once."

"I still threw up."

"Hey, treat my guy/gal with respect!!"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, anyway, look here." Eddie pulled you towards the van, the door he existed still open.

When you peered inside, it was a mini cuddle space. Blankets, pillows, and two containers with music and candy. Fairy lights were hung around the posters that were on the vans walls.

"Holy shit! This is epic! Did you do this today?"

“Yeah, I skipped my last two periods to work on it beanie.”

“What have I said about skipping school? You can get in trouble for that shit. And don’t act like you don’t fucking know.”

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I really wanted it to be special for you." He cupped your face with both his hands, smiling down at you softly.

"It is, but don't skip class for me, Dork. I thought 86' was your year?"

"It is baby, I promise. Just thought I should surprise you is all, you deserve to be spoiled.”

“That sounds sweet and cheesy. Let’s go!”

You climbed into the back of his van and sat down on the blankets. Eddie grinned and closed the door, walking around and jumping into the drivers seat.

“Where are we off to?”

“A cliff of sorts, I wanna stare gaze and snuggle up with you in the blankets.”

He chuckled. “Can do babe, but it won’t be dark for a few more hours. Wanna do anything in between then?”

“Ice cream?”

<3.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson x hopper reader #Eddie Munson x police reader #Jim hopper x reader #Jim hopper x daughter reader #Jim hopper x son reader #Jim hopper x gender neutral reader #Jim hopper x gn reader #Eddie Munson x male reader #Eddie Munson x gender neutral reader #Eddie Munson x gn reader #hellfire club

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stevesnailbat · 2 years

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30 Days to Stranger Things 4: Day 17 - Favorite Story Arc

EL & JIM HOPPER’S RELATIONSHIP ARC

#el hopper #jim hopper #stranger things #dailystrangerthings #strangerthingsedit #strangersource #usertelevision #dailynetflix #userkenny #usercroft #userjake #userkaisa #usermillicent #lesbianrobin #mygifs #30daystost4 #they are father and daughter!!!!! found family <33333

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unpopular opinion for some reason but hopper shouldn't be a bitch to mike because el didn't spend enough time with him. mike is a child and one of el's only connection to the outside world.

#anti jim hopper #< dont hate him but he has lots and lots of flaws #platonic mileven #platonic elmike #elmike #adult men shouldnt be upset because his teen daughter and her teen boyfriend are going through a honeymoon phase like teenagers do #virgil shut up challenge #i have seen the best of queue and the worst of queue and i choose both

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damn-stark · 2 years

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Ch.6 Smile with my heart

Chapter 6 of Strange

A/N- :)

Warning- LONG CHAPTER, swearing, mentions of drugs, angst

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

Episode- After season 2 & Before season 3

(Let me know if you wanna be tagged)

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“Hello?”

One more coat.

You get closer to the mirror and partially close your eyes to carefully apply another coat of mascara so as to not stain your eyeshadow whilst you jam out to ‘Time of the Season’ by The Zombies, blasting in your headphones.

“Hello?!”

You pull away and admire yourself in the mirror and finally feel confident enough in the bathroom to begin dancing along to the music. That is until you manage to hear someone pounding on the door, after that you put your stuff away and open the door to see Hopper standing in front of the bathroom door.

“Why are you hogging up the—hey! Hey! What the hell are you wearing?!” He complains as you walk out. However, you don’t catch anything he says since your music is playing too loud. “Are you listening to me?! What are you wearing?!”

You try to grab a coat from your room, but while you walk towards the room you stop the moment you catch Eleven and Mike all giggly with each other as they press small kisses on each other. It’s disgusting.

Since Hopper was chasing after you to get an answer from you, he caught the couple and slammed the door open. “Hey! Stay apart!” He then continues to storm after you while you go to where he keeps his coats to grab a denim one with a black fur collar, even if it is baggy on you.

While you’re putting the coat on the song changes to ‘Big Love’ by Fleetwood Mac, and you only turn up the volume higher.

However, right as you turn around, you bump into Hopper, and he makes sure to pull off your headphones so you could finally hear him. “I’ve been talking to you!” He seethes and stands his ground right in front of you. “What the hell are you wearing?!”

“Oh,” you breathe out. “You have? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yeah,” he scoffs and throws you your headphones to your waiting hands. “I wonder why. You’re going to go deaf!”

You roll your eyes and try to walk off but he pulls you back and demands an answer for his question. “What are you wearing?”

You look down at your mini tight black dress, and the black sheer tights you wore on your legs under the dress. “A dress?” You clarify in a way that made it seem like he didn’t know.

Hopper steps back and wipes his mouth out of the disbelief he felt upon you saying that in his face as if it was nothing wrong. When it was to him. “That’s not a dress. That’s hardly fabric.”

You drop your shoulders and scoff. “No, it’s a dress, it’s in style right now. And I’m wearing tights. And your coat by the way. Mom let me wear it.”

Hopper scoffs and nods slowly but doesn’t give up. “Your mom. Your mom would! I’m not your mom, go change into something decent.”

You cross your arms over your chest and huff and stand your own ground. “No. Steve invited me to his celebration dinner. I don't want to wear jeans to a restaurant. Besides,” you whisper as if your friend was here. “His parents are loaded, and he says his dad is mean so I’m too insecure to wear my clothes.”

Hopper’s jaw is left ajar as he thinks of what you told him, and instead of answering with anything logical he chooses to comment on something else. “Steve and you aren’t dating? Why should you go? Just go to the ceremony with a decent outfit and come back.”

You scoff and step back as if offended by his comment. “No, we’re not dating, but he’s my friend. We’re best friends, he wants me to go, I can't just leave him hanging.” You walk past him to grab your purse and the gift bag, hearing Hopper walk after you.

“No. Wear something else.”

You huff and roll your eyes, but continue to head out the door with his keys in hand. “No. I’ll keep your coat on the entire time, promise!”

Hopper follows you and finally gives in, only because he was trying to not get in a fight with you. “Fine,” he groans, “but,” he makes himself clear whilst you throw him his keys. “The coat stays on the entire time! You hear me? If I smell alcohol on you I will forbid you from seeing Harrington again, got it?”

You don’t take his warning too seriously, but you agree before you put your headphones on so you could get going to the ceremony before you’re late.

——

“Okay, thanks,” you tell Hopper while you slide off the seat. “I’ll see you later.”

Before you can close the door, Hopper leans towards the passenger seat to tell you one last thing. “Y/N, I wanted to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me, I want to talk to you. I want to talk about…things.”

You step back and swallow thickly; it’s been a few months since Eleven closed the gate, since then Hopper and you have yet to talk, you are still at odds with him, you can’t really talk to him, or get along with him, you still feel resentment.

“I uh,” you mumble, unable to meet his eyes. “Okay. Sure. When?”

“Tomorrow?” He asks with hope.

You let your eyes meet his for a second to offer him a quick nod.

Hopper smiles and nods himself.

Now you’re able to close the car door and rush away from the parking lot to rush towards the field where the ceremony was taking place, and where Dustin was supposed to be at already to save you a seat.

At first though, it was way too crowded since other people wanted to find seats that it made it hard to walk without getting pushed. You only managed to pave your way through because you began shoving people too, it made finding Dustin a relief.

“Hey! Dustin!” You call as you rush to where he’s at.

Said boy stands up and waves with a grin on his face. “Y/N! You made it!”

“Yeah,” you sigh and sit down beside him. “Barely. There’s so many people it was impossible to fucking walk.”

“Well you made it, here.” He hands you a confetti popper.

You take it and shove it in your pocket before placing your stuff down to sit back as the ceremony starts.

“You pop it when we meet up, you understand?” Dustin tells you. “When we meet up, not a moment before or after.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “I understand.”

Since the first half of the ceremony is just talking and filled with a copied speech from the valedictorian, Dustin and you hardly listen to any of it. Even as the first part of the students began walking up on stage your attention was still wavered, so you sat back and observed, you thought back to what Hopper told you after you got out of his car; The possibility of how that conversation could go.

You wanted things to get fixed, you told Eleven you would try, you told yourself you’d try as well. But you still had your doubts, you still could hear what your mother would tell you about him, you still felt your own resentment burn fiercely in your own heart.

Of course talking would extinguish that but, could a talk solve years of neglect?

“He’s coming up,” Dustin says, pulling you from deep within your thoughts. “He’s coming up!”

You stand up and for now let all your thoughts of Hopper just get pushed to the far depths of your mind for now, you instead grin brightly as you spot Steve waiting by the stairs for his name to be called.

“Steve Harrington.” The man calls through the microphone, causing you to jump out of pure bliss, clap as loud as you could and let out a loud whoop so he could hear you; whilst Dustin clapped and then whistled as loud as he could. And other students did clap too even if you were all told to save it for the end, but even through their claps Steve’s attention was still captivated by Dustin and you, he paused in his step for a little after he grabbed his diploma and smiled and waved in your direction before he walked away and his figure got lost in the sea of other students.

After that, the rest of the ceremony hardly mattered and didn’t last long, but there was one problem, you did get separated from Dustin on your way to find Steve.

“Oh just my fucking luck,” you grumble and swerve your way through the crowd with fustration beginning to bubble within you.

You looked up from the ground and scanned the faces of students to see if you could Steve, but before you could make it further albeit you ran into someone else also amongst the crowd of students and parents, Billy. He made sure you didn’t get past him.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he greets you smugly as he licks his lips and checks you out slowly.

You bite the inside of your cheek and offer him a small smile and a simple greeting. “Billy.” You exhale deeply and keep searching for Steve.

“What are you doing here?” He asks and places a cigarette in between his lips while he tries to hold your gaze.

“I’m here for Steve,” you tell him bluntly. “You?” You finally meet his gaze, noticing how his pupils were suddenly dilated as he kept looking at you.

“I’m here for no one important,” he shares with no remorse and steps closer towards you, making you hold your breath and step back.

“I thought we weren’t talking anymore,” you nervously share and exhale shakily in hope he’d leave you alone, even if his cologne smelled so good that you didn’t want him to leave so you could keep smelling it. “I mean, you know, needle?”

Billy scoffs and his smirk doesn’t falter. “Forgotten.” He steps closer towards you and this time you have to stay put since someone was behind you. “There’s a party later at Robert Duran’s place, come, we could…” he licks his lips and leans his head towards you to whisper against your lips. “Pick up where we left off.” He slowly grins and checks you out again.

“Leave the trash where it belongs.” He refers to Steve.

The corner of your lips twitch, but you manage to snicker and put on a feigned smile to lean closer to him this time. “I’ll see.” You step back and shoot him a sweet smile before you walk off towards Steve who is now close by.

“Steve!” You call out with excitement as you run towards him. “Steve!”

At the sound of his name, his head turns in your direction and when he finally spots you he doesn’t fail to grin all smugly. Once you’re in the clear you drop the gift bag and capture him in a tight embrace.

Now you were going to pull away right away so it didn’t feel weird to him, but he then hugged you back tightly. It made your smile widen and your grip tighten; his arms secured around you felt comforting.

It was a bummer that you needed to pull away.

“You came,” Steve says while he holds your shoulders and his eyes slowly travel down your body. “Y-you made it!”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly at his comment but you laugh and hold onto his biceps, “yeah. I mean why would I miss it? You’re my friend and you graduated! You made it! You beat the odds!”

Steve grins at you and nods. “I beat the odds!”

You then remember what you had in your pocket and pull away from him completely to pull out the confetti popper and pop it in his face with a sly grin. “I’m proud of you Steve!”

“Late,” Dustin complains beside Steve. “You’re late!”

Steve blows air out to blow away the small confetti paper that fell down his face—“that got in my hair,” he complains.

Your eyes drift to him and then up to the one singular piece in his hair and you scoff. “One,” you point out and step towards him to pull it out of his hair. “One little piece.”

Steve’s eyes meet yours and he lifts his eyebrows and shrugs before he remarks. “It could have ruined my hair. I take precious time fixing it, you know.” He lets his eyes linger on you as you both don’t move away from one another.

You narrow your gaze on him and snort before sharing a look with Dustin and talking to him. “How long do you think he lasts in front of the mirror?”

“An hour,” Dustin laughs. “I think it takes him an entire hour.”

Steve steps back and sighs. “Wow, okay, I see how it is. It’s okay neither of you appreciate the hair.”

You walk back and pick your stuff off the ground and then shoot him a small teasing smile. “I appreciate it, I do, it’s just harmless fun, Stevie.”

Steve rolls his eyes and he’s going to add something witty but he then goes slightly serious when his parents finally find him. It gets awkward too, not only for Dustin and you but for Steve too, especially when his dad congratulated him.

“Well, mom, dad, these…” Steve begins to hesitate when he glances at Dustin. “…are my friends Dustin Henderson;” he looks over at you next, ignoring the offended look Dustin shoots him. “And this is Y/N Hopper.”

You smile at both of them and shake their hands whilst you also try to read the serious look Steve’s dad has expressed on his face.

“The chief’s daughter, huh?” His dad says. “I never knew he had an older girl.” He folds his arms over his chest.

“Yeah,” you scoff, “I can imagine why he kept me a secret.”

“Well,” Steve’s mother says with a sweet smile. “It’s nice to meet you y/n. It’s good that the chief isn’t alone.”

You draw in a deep breath and feign a smile to nod in agreement. Steve reads your discomfort and changes the conversation before his parents could ask more. “Well we should go now.” He begins walking ahead and Dustin and you follow at his side, but his mom interjects all of a sudden.

“Wait! Steve let me take a picture of you and your friends.”

Steve stops and sighs, he drops his head and seems to want to reject her but he turns slowly to face his mother. “Just one.”

His mother smiles and lifts her camera to turn it on and point at Steve. “Okay, y/n, Dustin stand by Steve,” she instructs.

Instead of posing right away you back away and shake your head with a shy smile. “No, it’s okay. If—”

“Shut up,” Steve cuts you off and walks to you to throw his arm around you, whilst Dustin stood by his other side with a toothy grin—“Smile,” Steve tells you and his hand around you tightens.

You glance at him and then look at the camera to smile sweetly right as his mom takes the picture and comments, “perfect! One more?”

Neither of you turn her down since Steve sees it makes her happy, but in that moment Dustin did glance at Steve and you and decided to discreetly step away so it would just be you and Steve grinning at the camera one last time.

——

Dinner.

There wasn’t much to say about dinner, just that Dustin didn’t end up joining. You couldn’t say it was much fun either, at all, the one person who made it worth staying was Steve, but even he seemed like he’d rather be somewhere else.

“So tell me y/n where were you before Hawkins?” Steve’s mother asks.

You shift in your seat and sigh, but you don’t think much of the memories that came with the question. “Uh, I was in Oregon, by the coast. Being here is uh, a real change,”

Steve snickers, “yeah, I mean how’s the sun feeling? I mean I hear that doesn’t exist over there.”

You tilt your head and set your fork down to feign a laugh, “ha! Yeah, yeah we don’t get a lot of sun over there, but I do miss the constant rain.”

Steve clears his throat and his eyes drift to his mom. “Y/N, here cliffs jump, I mean,” he looks back at you with a small smile. “How the hell do you do that? I can’t wrap my mind around it.”

You lean towards him and smile. “Yeah, it’s hard because the water there is cold, but it’s worth it, and we don’t jump from too high, it is such a rush though! We’ll have to do it. I mean you should come visit Oregon with me some time.”

“You know,” Steve says and folds his arms over his chest. “I'd rather keep my insides, you know inside, thank you.”

“I mean there are like baby cliffs,” you assure him with a teasing grin. “Where you know kids jump from. You can jump from those, they’re like,” you measure the height with your hand. “An inch or two from the water. Or I can hold your hand Stevie.”

Steve’s head tilts and he shoots you a forced smile while he nods his head and says, “yeah. Yeah alright. Hopper you know you can’t even drive so.”

You fix your posture and narrow your gaze. “I think that one is a little too far.”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes out. “Sorry.”

“I think Steve should be worried about what he’s going to do with the rest of his life,” his father cuts off your lighthearted conversation.

Steve’s smile falls completely and he grabs his fork again to continue eating and keep his gaze focused on his food with his jaw clenched.

“You, y/n, do you have any plans?” He now directs at you.

You also pick up your fork and play with your food though. “I have ideas,” you answer, “I graduate next year so I have time, but I do have a college picked out. If that doesn’t work out I like the idea of maybe something to do with the law.” You glance at him and share a tightlipped smile, earning a small nod but causing Steve to earn a glare and another snide comment.

“Maybe Steve can learn from you.”

Said man sighs and just swallows thickly, choosing to stay quiet instead of talking back.

You however answer for him. “I think that what Steve is doing is a good idea too. I mean he’s young, life when you’re young is about the unknown, or that’s what my aunt says.” You smile genuinely and keep your gaze focused on his parents, missing the admiration Steve was looking at you with as you defended him against his dad. “Steve will get to experience other things some adults never get to do in their entire lives. He'll navigate life, gain experiences and choose what he wants when he finds it. I think that’s smart too, we wouldn’t want him to regret his major or career right?

You finally glance over at Steve, and notice that he’s already looking at you but you can’t think too much into it, no matter how soft his look was—it was just a look of gratitude, the same gratitude he expressed when he mouthed “thank you.”.

Even if that look, the way his brown eyes gleamed at this moment after hearing such dull talks from his father made your heart swell, smile.

“That’s nice, y/n.” Steve’s mother said, breaking Steve and you from your lingering stare.

You look over at her and smile, noticing his father just huffed and continued eating without anything else to add, leaving an awkward atmosphere clinging around the table.

*LATER*

“Now that we’re alone I do finally want to give you your present,” you reveal to Steve as you walk down the sidewalk to his car with ice cream cups in your hands. “I didn't want to give it to you before because well it’s not that big of a deal.” Your eyes drift to the side as you push the gift bag towards him. “Congratulations, Steve.” You smile.

Steve glances at it for a second before he meets your eyes and brushes his hair back with his fingers to then take the present from you. He then proceeds to stop first to hand you his cup when you stop before him to watch him slowly open the present with a faint smile on his lips.

“Look, Hopper, I’ll tell ya, if you try to, I don’t know upstage me, we’re gonna have problems.” He says with a nervous laugh as he removes the tissue paper from the bag.

You scoff and grin. “I can’t possibly do that if you haven’t gifted me anything.”

Steve pauses before he could reach the present and his eyes drift up to you as he licks his lips and huffs out through his nose. “Yeah, what about that awesome mixtape?”

“Not a gift. It’s like a gesture, because we’re friends. You said you would too so it doesn’t count.” You tell him, making him put his hand on his hip and bore his eyes into yours.

“Not a gift? I took hours doing that, it’s a gift.” He shakes his head and focuses back on getting the present out of the bag. And when he does and realizes how small and squared it is his eyes flicker to you and he whispers. “If this is some prank, I swear—”

He suddenly cuts himself off and he drops the bag while his jaw drops and his eyes snap back to you when he finally sees what the box contained. All you could respond with is a cheeky smile.

“Uh,” he breathes out softly and keeps looking between the watch and you. “What is this?”

“A watch,” you click your tongue as if it wasn’t obvious. “You see the little hands, the numbers—”

“It was a rhetorical question,” he snaps back and takes the watch out of the box to check out the dark brown leather band, and the gold detailing. “This looks expensive, how much—”

“No,” you cut him off. “Just don’t worry about it.” You point to the watch with your occupied hands. “It’s a graduation present, and uh, thank you present, for being my friend and saving my ass.” You grin at him and shrug. “I won’t take it back. It’s yours.”

Steve presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his eyes averting from you and focusing on the watch. He takes a moment to himself to gather his thoughts before he just says. “It would’ve been cooler if this had like a laser, you know.” He picks up the gift bag and then lets his eyes slide up to you to continue. “Just a thought.”

An amused laugh escapes you, causing Steve to smile at himself—“Like in case we cross into more danger?” You finish for him with a grin. “Like a demo-dog?”

“Yes!” Steve exclaims happily. “Like surprise I have a laser in my watch that can kill you bastards!”

You hand Steve back his cup of ice cream when he puts his present back in the bag and then add, “but what if you’re with a girl and you or her accidently hit the trigger.” You suck in air through your teeth and continue walking.

“Yeah, no, not ideal,” he agrees. “I’d take it off. Or show it off.” He smirks at you and hits your shoulder. “That wouldn’t impress you?”

You press your lips together and begin swirling your ice-cream as you think of his answer. “Hmm….I think it depends on the guy. But,” you say and then eat the last spoonful of ice-cream. “We’re getting too sidetracked.” You swallow back thickly and continue. “I wanted to tell you that I will be going to Oregon next week. Until July.”

“Wait,” Steve scoffs and blinks repeatedly. “Until July? But that’s like for like two months.” He stops and you’re forced to stop. “Why?”

Why is he so concerned all of a sudden?

“My friends surprised me with a ticket,” you answer him hesitantly and with confusion. “I thought it would be a good idea, I mean to see them for a bit. To visit my mom.” You sigh and blink and can’t help but notice his displeasure to your leave. “Why does it matter? Will you miss me?” You tease him.

Steve albeit just rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh.

“I think you need more friends Harrington,” you continue to tease him. This time he scoffs while he tilts his head and glares at you.

“I have friends!” He proclaims, sounding almost offended.

“Okay,” you snicker, “who? You can not say Dustin.”

Steve places his hand on his hips and looks away to think of an answer to your question. Albeit he takes too long so you answer for him. “Exactly.”

“Alright! Little miss popular,” he snaps back. “Tell me your list of friends here in Hawkins, don’t name the kids.”

You step back and keep the grin on your face since it wasn’t hard for you to name one person. “Jonathan.”

Steve snickers, “when’s the last time you hang out with him?”

You part your lips to defend yourself, but he was right, you haven’t hung out with Jonathan in a while, Steve knows that right away.

“Exactly!”

You ignore him and continue walking and push his shoulder with yours as you smirk at him. “You will miss me. Cute. Well,” you sigh, but feel your heart racing at the fact he didn’t deny it. “At least you can go job hunting now. Without getting distractions since Dustin is leaving too. You’ll be able to pursue…girls,” you roll out slowly, almost not wanting to say it since the thought did slightly upset you.

“Meh.”

You throw your cup in the nearby trash and look at the ground as you question his comment. “Meh?”

Steve stays quiet for a second.

“I think,” he says after a few seconds. “I’ll try finding a job first….” His eyes flicker to you but you don’t notice. “Just to figure myself out.”

“Oh,” you sigh. “That’s nice.”

“You.” He swallows thickly. “Are you reuniting with some old boyfriend there? In Oregon?”

“No.” You shake your head. “They’re all just good childhood friends. We don’t date within the friend group. But….uh…Billy did invite me to a party at Robert Duran’s place today.” You mention and now share a quick look before he looks away.

“Oh. Oh. Well you know how I feel about him. Mhmm, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

You huff out and nod. “Yeah, I wasn’t going. He said we could start off where we left off, but after what he did to you, the kids, I just can’t see him the same. I’m in search for…a…good guy now.”

Steve nods along to your comment and stays quiet. You stay quiet and reach his car with that same silence still hanging over your heads.

That is until you remember what you had hidden in your bag. “Steve! I remembered…” you pause as you get into the passenger seat and then proceed to pull out a long rectangular mascara box. “Look!” You show off.

“Makeup? I told you I won’t let you do it again.”

You pull out the lid and tilt the box to let a rolled up blunt fall on your palm.

“Whoa!” He exclaims. “Nice! It’s another present?”

You shake your head immediately. “No. But we can smoke it together, call it a celebratory smoke session! Hopper did say I can’t smell like alcohol but he never said anything about marijuana. And I know how to hide my trail.” You smirk and offer it to Steve first. “So, you up for it?”

——

*A FEW YEARS AGO*

“Okay, goodnight,” Hopper whispers and stands up from his crouched position by your bed to try and head towards the door.

“No!” You stop him. “Daddy, will you be here when I wake up?”

The last time you had been with him, you had fallen asleep next to him and when you woke up he was gone, you were on your way home without him.

Your dad turns and props his hand on the doorframe to share an assuring smile with you. “I will. I’ll be here, I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” You ask and lift your head to see him better.

Your dad walks over to you and crouches beside your bed to outstretch his hand out and offer you his pinky.

Without hesitance you pull out your own hand from under your blanket and hook your pinky around his.

“I pinky promise,” he assures you.

You giggle and lay your head back down after he pulls away and tries to head out again.This time though you stop again to blurt out something else to try and keep him with you longer. “Wait, daddy, I can’t sleep.”

Your dad scoffs and retorts. “Well you haven’t tried. Close your eyes and try.”

You huff and sit up, earning a loud sigh when he spots you.

“I’m serious y/n. Sleep.”

You turn on the lamp beside your bed and crawl to the edge of your bed to do the opposite of what he asked of you. “A few more minutes? Read to me. Or can we listen to music?” You clasp your hands together and bat your eyelashes. “Please.”

Your dad's eyes fall to the ground and his hands go on his hips as he stays quiet after he lets out another loud sigh from his nose.

“One song,” he offers bluntly. “One song.”

You squeal and jump out off your bed to run to him to grab his hand and pull him to the living room so he could play a song.

“Okay, what song? Choose wisely.” He asks.

You run to the stand to instantly pick out a song without so much as thinking of it. “This one!” You give him the album and he sighs but he doesn’t fight your choice, he puts it on and changes it to the song he knew you wanted, “Funny Valentine” by Frank Sinatra.

When the song begins to play, you grin brightly and put a hand behind your back and then offer your dad your other one like how you saw in the movies. “You want to dance with me?”

Your dad looks down at you and even if he didn’t like the fact that you were breaking the rules, he couldn’t help but smile at you over how adorable he thought you were asking him such a question.

“It would be my pleasure,” he can’t help but give in to your offer. “Come here,” he says while he picks you off the ground so he wouldn’t have to bend down and you wouldn't have to tiptoe to reach him. He continues to gently caress your face and press a kiss on your forehead before he whispers, “I missed you, you know that? But you do this again and I will have to take away your toys.”

You only giggle and cup his cheek with your little hand. “I missed you too, Daddy.” You then let your hand slide down so you could let it hang around his neck while you dropped your head on his shoulder and snuggled it up against the crook of his neck.

He begins swaying along to the music with a smile of pure, blissful contentment.

——

You check the time on your watch out of nerves and then glance at the menu that hid your face from Hopper.

“What are you going to get?” He breaks the silence. “I could let you get dessert for dinner. You’d always beg me to let you have a slice of cake instead of eating real food.”

“I’m getting a burger,” you answer dryly. You clear your throat and change the conversation. “We should take Eleven something, I doubt she’s going to eat at Mike’s house.”

“I’ll do it before we leave.”

You answer with silence and keep looking at the menu to keep avoiding Hopper. Regretfully, the waitress came to get your orders and took the menus with her, leaving you completely vulnerable to a smiling Hopper.

“Jonathan and you,” he starts off awkwardly. “Why don’t you guys hangout? Didn’t you say he was your friend?”

You shrug. “He has a girlfriend now. It would be awkward if I third wheel.” You grab your straw that’s inside your coke bottle and begin awkwardly swirling it around.

Hopper notices how bored and annoyed you were and it began to bug him, but he remembered that Joyce told him he needed patience, so he kept trying to stick to that.

“Oregon, are you…excited to go back?” He asks instead, finally receiving a partial glance.

“Yeah,” you answer with a very faint smile on your face.

Hopper clasps his hands on top of the table top and continues. “Do your friends and you have any plans?”

“Nope,” you keep the answers short and dry.

However, it was your dry answer that finally makes him give up on the small talk and get straight to the subject. Disregarding completely the patience he was told to have with you.

“Okay, okay,” he exhales deeply and leans in. “Let’s talk then. Tell me what you feel about me.”

He started off wrong. Completely wrong, he didn’t note that, but you did.

“What I feel?” You ask slowly out of bafflement.

“I mean all I’m getting right is short answers, eye rolls, and avoidance. So just give it to me straight.” He explains himself, triggering the anger that was left untouched up to this moment.

“What kind of question is that?” You spat. “Don’t you have something to say first?” You narrow your eyes on him and lean towards him to then put your hands on the tabletop. “I mean it’s been five years since nothing. Aren’t you going to say that you’re sorry?” You scoff and don’t let him answer, that stupid question infuriated you. “But if you want to hear what I feel about you, dad,” you enunciate slowly. “I don’t like you. You left me. Even before Sarah died, you left me.”

Tears cloud your eyes and you could feel your throat burning, but you ignore it. You ignore the look of hurt, but of understanding on his face.

“Why? Huh? I always asked myself that every birthday you missed, every call I didn’t get, every letter that I failed to get back.” You clench your jaw and sniffle as you try your best to keep in your tears. “I loved you. I looked up to you. And you would ignore me. I would defend you against my mom because she’d say mean stuff about you. I’d tell myself that you’re too busy to call, to write me back, to come pick me up. That is until you cut me off completely. After that I would just pretend I didn’t have a dad. He was dead, it helped me forget what I felt….”

Hopper blinks, his jaw slightly drops as he draws in a shaky breath of disbelief.

You clasp your hands together on the table and lean back, you avert your gaze and wipe your tears away.

“It…” he mutters, “it was never my intention to stop talking to you, or connect with you. One your…mother actually sent all my letters back each time, two, after Sarah died I just couldn’t, I fell apart.”

The letters. Yeah you knew that.

“I get that,” you assure him. “I get that Sarah’s death hurt, but did you ever stop to think that I needed you? She was my sister too. After her funeral you cut me off completely, it hurt, I needed you.” Your voice breaks and tears start streaming down your cheeks now. “I-I was your daughter too. I needed you.” You cry out shakily and take a moment to breathe to somewhat calm down to continue.

“I’d call you, I’d wait for your call each day before it turned to every week, every month until I got tired of waiting. I mean I never even got a call after you took in Eleven.” You look up at him and see his eyes are dry, his bottom lip is in between his teeth, but he appears calm. Unaffected. “If my mom wouldn't have died and I wasn’t forced to come live with you, would you have even told me about her? Or would you have forgotten about me and replaced me? Because I saw the way you looked at her, I saw the way you hugged her, if I didn’t come live with you would you have even tried to reconnect with me?”

“It’s not her fault,” Hopper defends Eleven. “I could never—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the waitress comes back with your food, she sets the plates down awkwardly when she notices the tension and makes sure to leave quickly, but her interruption completely broke the atmosphere. She left you to eat in an uncomfortable and tension filled silence. You could see Hopper wanted to pick up where he left off, but you made sure he knew you were avoiding him.

After the food was finished he ordered something for Eleven and ordered the slice of cake he had mentioned, but you left it untouched, you kept your mouth shut and struggled with your uneasiness, with the weight in your chest and the stinging lump in your throat. You felt like you had a lot to say, but you couldn’t speak at the same time.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Hopper finally interjects through the silence. “I’ll be back to continue our conversation.”

You hum and once you see he’s out of sight you pull the slice of cake towards you to begin picking at, going completely unaware of the unexpected third guest until he sat down in front of you.

“I didn’t expect to run to you here.”

You look up and see Billy where Hopper once sat.

“What do you want?” You ask bluntly and take a bite of cake. “Why don’t you return to your friends Billy. I'm here with my dad.”

“I see that,” he says and hangs his arm over this seat. “You didn’t go yesterday.”

“I was with Steve.” You glance at him and notice a cockier look on his face now at the mention of Steve’s name. “My friend.”

“You’re upset,” he brings up without hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

You scoff and feign a smile. “Why do you care? Look I think what happened back in November was a clear sign that we aren’t friends anymore. I’m not another one of those girls that will throw themselves at you when you flash a pretty smile, so leave me alone.”

Billy swallows thickly, his eyes drift away but rather than walking off and leaving you alone, he tilts his head and exhales to keep pestering you. “I know you aren’t like the other girls. I told you that you aren’t.” He smirks, obviously wanting to impress you after you referenced his smile as pretty, and then leans in with his eyes trying to hold yours. “Are you okay?”

You drop your eyes and sigh deeply. “No. Dad trouble…” you pause and let your eyes drift up to him to offer a very faint smile. “Thank you for asking. Billy. For whatever ulterior motive you are asking.” You huff out and begin tapping your fingers on the table.

“Dad’s can be a pain in the ass, I know,” he shares, causing your hostility towards him to falter.

Once again a huff escapes your nose and a genuine smile appears on your face as you agree. “Yeah.” You hold his gaze for a moment, just a moment until Hopper appears by the table.

“Let’s go, y/n.” He says bluntly, sparing a side glance at Billy.

You don’t hesitate to stand up and grab the to go bag, hesitating just to hear what Billy had to say. “I’ll see you around.”

You roll your eyes and nod slowly as you mutter out, “sure.” After one last spared glance you follow after Hopper in the same silence that had loomed before. Now it was just a bit more awkward thanks to Billy. It lurked inside the car for a while until Hopper parked just a mile before you could reach Mike Wheeler's house to pick up Eleven.

The random spot wasn’t like some pretty view, there was a bunch of trees surrounding the road, but it was lonely, perfect to continue the conversation.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says in a genuine and a upset way. “I was a shitty deadbeat dad, I know,” he exhales shakily and avoids looking over at you. “And I am sorry. After Sarah died I just decided that you were better off without me. I didn’t…” he pauses and inhales deeply to let out another shaky exhale. “Want that black hole to swallow you like it swallowed Sarah. The same black hole that I brought upon her, cause that’s what I am, a curse. You didn’t need me. I didn’t…I didn’t want to lose you too, so I left you.”

Your bottom lip trembles and you want to hold in your cry, but you can’t hold so much within your heart, you had to let out those built up emotions that have been disregarded for years. You had to let that weight go before it completely crumbles you.

“I could never replace you baby, never ever.” He continues to assure you. “I just couldn’t expose Eleven over the phone, it was too dangerous. I wanted to tell you, I did, but everytime I picked up the pen to tell you, I thought of Sarah and I just couldn’t…I couldn’t put you at risk. I couldn’t lose you too. But there was not a single day that went by that I didn’t miss you, that I didn’t worry about you, I love you, I loved you every day that went by. I know that’s not enough, but I hope that it’s a start to earning your forgiveness.”

You prop your elbow on the doors armrest and wipe your tears off your face as you try to compose yourself after breaking into a sob.

“I don’t plan on leaving you ever again,” he continues with his own voice quivering. “Not anytime soon.”

Finally after you could breathe propely you look over at him and hear him continue one last time.

“I’m sorry.” He stretches his hand out so you can hold it.

At first you glance at it and then you meet his eyes to add your one thought. “I…can’t just forget what you did in one day, but I do…I want to start forgiving you. And if it’s any condolence. I never hated you, okay? Never. I was just angry. Okay? I will try though, I will try to forgive you, one day at a time. I will put in an effort in mending our relationship.” You finish and take his hand in yours.

Your dad sighs in relief and smiles whilst tears roll off his cheeks. “That’s all I ask.”

You smile through your tears and rather than staying put you unbuckle your seatbelt and reach over to embrace him, to hold him close and feel the comfort of his arms you’ve missed for years.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

Hopper scoffs and holds you tight in his arms, he presses a kiss on the side of your head and keeps his lips pressed against your head to whisper back. “I did too…” he swallows thickly and breathes out, “my little valentine…”

A soft laugh escapes your lips and you hold him tighter in the comfortable silence that lingered after. It was a few minutes after that you did need to add one thing after you began to pull away. “But there is some ground rules that we need to discuss. I am almost eighteen, this curfew thing you have for Eleven can’t imply on me. All I ask is twelve thirty.”

Your dad wipes his tears off his face and scoffs with a more forced smile on his face. “Eleven thirty.”

“Twelve,” you offer confidently with no sign of any more wagering.

Hopper glances out the window, his hand pulling away from yours to grab the steering wheel as he really fought to accept your offer.

“Fine,” he deadpans. “But you cannot hang out with that guy that you were talking to at the diner. Harrington is the exception because of what he’s done. But even he’s a stretch.”

You huff out in amusement and assure his worry. “Don’t worry about Billy. He’s old news.”

Hopper rests his chin on the steering wheel and exhales deeply. “Okay. Okay. Fine. Twelve.” His eyes drift to you. “As long as you keep trying to work things out. And there’s a dress code. Deal?”

You smile and agree. “No to the dress code, but yes to the latter. Deal?”

He hesitates for a moment but gives in. “Deal.”

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Jim Hopper in every episode: S01E02 The Weirdo on Maple Street

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Hopper Calling El “Kid”

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Caught; Red Handed (Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader)

Summary: Your father, Chief Jim Hopper, isn't Billy's biggest fan. Despite that, you still sneak around with Billy behind your father's back. Even though you've come up with a good plan every time your dad has the evening shift, it can never be 100% perfect and you will end up getting caught eventually.

Warnings: strong language, mentions of smut, light smut, making out, unclothing, mentions of firearms, mentions of smoking, sneaking around, 'forbidden' relationships, hopper!reader

Word Count: 1,600+

Request: Could you please do a billy hargrove x female hopper! Reader where the reader is hoppers daughter and hopper doesn’t like billy and they get caught in the act….

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Billy’s hand catches your wrist as you pass him in front of the school, pulling you back, and making you smile as he steps closer to you. “So, am I sneaking in again tonight, or are you sneaking out?” he asks, leaning in close as if he doesn’t want anyone to hear his words meant only for you.

You laugh and take a step closer to him. “Well, my dad’s working the night shift tonight so I have the place to myself tonight. You don’t want me to be alone tonight, do you?”

Billy hums, runs his tongue over his lips and tilts his head to the side. As he opens his mouth to reply to your jab, a loud, familiar honk from the parking lot makes you jump away from him, and your head snaps to the side to see your father, Jim Hopper, the Chief of Police, staring right at you through the open window of his pick-up.

“I’ll call you when it’s clear,” you whisper over your shoulder as you start to walk away.

Billy looks over the crowd of students leaving school and at your father who, in turn, stares back at him. Billy smirks, nods his head, and raises his hand to salute him with two fingers.

Hopper only looks away from him, watching you walk around the front of the car to climb in beside him. “Why have you been talking to that Hargrove kid?” he asks, looking over at you as you close the door and start to buckle yourself up with the seatbelt.

“We were just talking about this English project we have to do,” you blatantly lie, not looking at your father so that he can’t tell that you’re lying.

“You know I don’t like him, (Y/n).”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve mentioned it a few times after pulling him over for some shit,” you mutter, leaning back in your seat with a sigh and your eyes fixed on your hands.

“Watch the language, kid,” he mutters as he starts the car. “He’s a bad influence on everyone around him.”

You have to stop yourself from smiling and laughing at your father’s words because you know that all too well.

Why else would you be sneaking out every now and then to go to parties with Billy or for late-night drives that end up with you two making out or doing…other things. If it weren’t for you knowing your father’s patrol routes, you and Billy would have been caught a long time ago. And yet, it’s Billy’s dangerous side that influences you to carry on seeing him.

You weren’t always so rebellious. Sure, there would be times before you met Billy where you would sneak out to parties, but you’re in High School. Surely your dad has done the same when he was your age. It’s only after you met Billy that your escapades have increased drastically.

But it’s become sort of a routine now. Your father will go through all of his ‘safety regulations’, numbers you can call if you can’t get through to him if something goes wrong, and most importantly, what time he’ll be home.

You act like you’re doing homework before he leaves, listen to the car pulling out of the driveway, and then wait a few minutes to make sure he isn’t going to come back because he has forgotten something before you jump off your bed to phone Billy to tell him that the coast is clear.

It doesn’t take long for Billy to show up, as usual. It’s almost like he shows up quicker and quicker each time he comes over like he’s waiting right by the phone for you to call. Not that you mind though because the sooner he gets to your place, the more time you get to spend with him, even if it’s just a few extra minutes.

It doesn’t always start with you two making out, but it often does end like that. With the sun now set, you and Billy lay on your bed, his hand under your shirt and his lips locked with yours. Your hands lie entwined in his hair, pulling him closer as he deepens his kiss, rolling you over onto your back.

Billy places his knee between your legs, quickly straightening up to remove his shirt and tosses it to the side before his lips return to yours again. Your arms wrap around his neck, moaning into his kiss as he gently grinds against you.

As his hands start to travel down your sides, on their way to undo the button on your pants and take them off, you pull away at the sound of what you think is a car door closing. “What was that?” you ask in a whisper, your eyes going wide and your hands coming to his chest to push Billy away.

But he pulls your hands away, pinning them to the bed, and drops his head in the bend of your neck. “What was what?” he murmurs against your skin.

You smile at his words that confirm that maybe you had just heard things. Perhaps it was a neighbor closing their car door a bit too loudly.

Billy feels you relaxing again and he lets go of your hands so he can return to what he was doing. “There’s a good girl,” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine as you bite your lower lip to stop you from squealing.

As Billy kisses down your neck, lifting your shirt off your body as he goes down to get your pants off, you don’t hear the front door opening or closing, the rustle of keys in the bowl on the kitchen counter, or the loud footsteps that make their way towards your room. You’re so focused on Billy's touches, the euphoric feelings beginning to build up inside you, no wonder you couldn’t hear a thing over the small sighs and moans that leave your lips as Billy kisses down your inner thigh.

All it takes is a loud clear of a throat to make your eyes snap open and towards your open bedroom door. Your heart sinks in your chest to see your dad standing there, his eyes cast down to the ground but his hands resting on his gun.

“Fuck,” you curse, loudly while roughly pushing Billy off you to grab the blanket on your bed so you can cover yourself up. “Dad, I-”

Billy sits like a statue beside you, his eyes wide at your dad, and you can hear him swallow roughly.

Hopper only holds up a hand to stop you and shakes his head before looking over to Billy with an almost murderous look in his eyes. “Hargrove, I’m going to give you 10 seconds to get your clothes on and get out,” he starts, pointing in the direction of the front door. “One.”

You look over at Billy with sad eyes as he jumps to grab his shirt off the ground. You don’t want him to leave and you don’t want to sneak around anymore. Maybe this is the moment you and Billy were waiting to talk to your dad because this is definitely not a one-time thing anymore.

“No,” you speak up, reaching over to grab Billy’s hand to stop him from leaving. He looks at you with his still wide eyes, as if silently asking if you want your father to kill him.

Hopper looks at you, his mouth pulling into a thin line as he points a stern finger at you. “I’m not in the mood to fight, (Y/n).”

“Then shut up and let us explain,” you say, moving to your knees to shift closer to the edge of your bed. “Please,” you say more softly than your previous words when your father narrows his eyes at you.

Billy smiles to himself at your words, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he breathes out a sigh. That catches Hopper’s attention, making his look directly at Billy again and he drops his smile and his gaze to the floor.

Breathing out a deep sigh, Hopper looks back at you. “Fine. Clothes on and in the living room. And this door stays open,” he sternly says before turning around and storming off.

When he’s gone, you let out a shaky breath and look over at Billy, who chuckles slightly while moving closer to you. “It’s not funny,” you mutter, pushing past him to retrieve your clothes from the floor.

“No, it’s not. Considering that he almost fucking killed me and probably would have if you didn’t say anything,” Billy speaks, slipping his shirt off over his shoulders. “But you got your old man wrapped around your finger just like you have me.”

You look up at Billy as you put your pants back on, smiling at his words while reaching for your shirt. “I didn’t know I had you wrapped around my finger,” you sing.

Billy walks towards you, his hands moving to your hips as he smiles down at you. “You really think I would have stayed if you didn’t, knowing that your dad won’t hesitate to use his gun on me?”

Reaching up, you place your hand on his cheek and step closer to him. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” you tease, making him roll his eyes at you.

Just as you’re about to lean in to kiss him, Hopper shouts out to you and Billy, telling you to move it, making you groan and quickly slip on your shirt before moving towards the living room.

You know it’s going to be a long conversation and a lot of explaining to your dad. You just hope he doesn’t keep his gun on the table in front of him the whole time…

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