#Jim hopper x daughter!reader

[steddielvr]

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]

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

Stranger Things Masterlist

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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[moonlit-imagines]

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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[damn-stark]

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.

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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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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….

Billy Hargrove Masterlist II Stranger Things Masterlist

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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[pappydaddy]

my little girl (j.h.)

a/n: this is really short, i am so sorry. hopefully it's good, i was desensitizing myself to the song again (a yearly occurrence bc i bawl like a baby when i hear it). also, i aged the reader up to be an older teen starting university. i felt like it would make a better plotline, but the reader has a canonically late-year birthday (december) so she is seventeen. hope you don't mind lovely!

ps, i am trying a new format. we'll see if i like it...

fandom: stranger things | pairing: jim hopper x fem!teen!daughter!reader (father/daughter)

requested by the lovely @sunnysidesadie (hope you enjoy it💛!)

synopsis: visiting her old cabin when she misses her dad is normal for y/n. what isn't is her supposedly dead dad suddenly showing up. | based on this song by tim mcgraw (i grew up on country music, don't judge me) that always makes me cry so... | au where vecna stuff happens at another time

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warnings: grief mentioned | (believed to be) dead father | emotional? | not being able to trust things

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Standing in the ruins of her father’s cabin, Y/N’s chest ached. She often came here, ever since that day last summer. It looked the exact same as it did that night - a shell of a once lively house. Even if this wasn’t the home he raised her in, it was the cabin they made a home in such a short period of time. The Mind Flayer had ruined it, only the walls left standing. Everything else smashed and broken, even possession. 

  The sting of tears made Y/N’s eyes feel like they were burning out of her head. The Mind Flayer took her home, but the Russians took her father. In their greed to become the most feared country, they ripped the one thing Y/N loved the most from her. The one thing that she had in her life that was constant was gone. Sure, Jim Hopper was battling his demons, drinking, a bit aggressive in his parenting tactics, and a horrible communicator, but he was her father. He loved her with every fibre of his being. 

  Swallowing thickly, she spied a broken picture frame sticking out of the ruins, most likely from the wind pushing it around overtime. Slowly walking towards it, Y/N felt the old floor shifting under her. Soon, it wasn’t going to be safe to stand here. She feared that day. The bit of cabin was the only thing she had left of her father. He had sold their home when they had to protect El. Their prized possessions and keepsakes were either damaged or pillaged by teens who stumbled upon the empty cabin before they could finish off the Mind Flayer. 

  Bending down, she grabbed the picture, wiping off the dirt. It was her father and her. She was six, in a horribly itchy red and green dress. It was her elementary school Christmas Recital. She had on bright tights and a pair of shiny black shoes. Her grandmother had helped him dress her that time. Usually, for this recital, he would have put her in a green dress with her pink ballet tights. After that year, he had stuck to the same colour palette. Smiling down fondly at the picture, she couldn’t help but let a tear slip. “I miss you. So much,” She whispered, eyes squeezed closed. “I think you’d be proud of me, Dad,” She swallowed the hard ball that was forming in her throat, trying to ignore how her heart felt like it was being ripped in half. “I’m taking on this whole world. Just like you always told me to.” 

  Y/N stood there, looking in her full length mirror. It was her first day of senior year, it had to be perfect. Her shaking hands brushed over her outfit for the sixth time in that minute. Humming, she shuffled to the side, inspecting the outfit she had picked out last night for any flaw, turning up with nothing. However, she couldn’t find anything great about the outfit either. Light blue coloured mom jeans (brand new so fitting perfectly), converse, and a dark green mock neck sweater. There was nothing bad but nothing particularly amazing about the outfit. “Y/N, hurry up and eat your breakfast before you run out the door saying you’re too busy to eat.” Her dad told her, his voice nearing her partially open door. 

  “Coming.” She told him, but she didn’t move from her spot in front of the mirror. In the reflection, she saw her door being pushed open and her father appeared, clad in his brown uniform, his had noticeably missing. 

  “Y/N, I told you already, your outfit looks fine. I want you to eat before you leave,” He reminded her. Despite his gruff and aggressive appearance, her father’s words were spoken with a sense of softness. She sighed, slumping her shoulders as she turned away from the mirror. His brown eyes watched her. He was dense with the whole girl dad thing. It wasn’t easy trying to understand them, but he tried. Which is why he stepped into the room further, pushing the door closed behind him. “What’s going on? It’s gotta be more than worrying about your outfit.” 

  He sat on her bed seconds before she joined him. “I don’t know. My life is changing, should I really be wearing the same clothes I wear every first day?” 

  “What are you talking about,” He questioned, brows furrowed as he looked at her outfit. “Those pants and the shirt are all new. You’ve never worn them before.” She laughed at this, which wasn’t his intention, but he couldn’t help but smile and feel his heart melting. 

  “Not the clothes, but the style. I’m graduating, my life is completely flipped upside down after this year, but here I am dressing the exact same way and doing my hair the exact same way, going to the exact same school to hang out with the exact same people,” She muttered, feeling stupid about her worries. “I don’t know,” She shrugged. “It’s scary and I don’t think I am ready for it.” She confessed, her eyes finally looking up at her. The same exact eyes looked back at her. Everybody said that she had her father’s eyes. 

  Her father sighed in understanding, smiling sadly down at her. “If anyone isn’t ready for you to graduate, it’s me. I mean, one second I am dropping you off at kindergarten then all of a sudden, you’re sixteen getting ready for your senior year,” He informed her, nudging her shoulder with his arm, making her laugh. She hated being so much younger than her classmates, but she was starting senior year as a sixteen year old, turning seventeen in December. He had to fight the sadness filling him, knowing his daughter is growing up, because she needed him to be her rock. She needed him to be her cheerleader. “Never in my mind did I ever think you weren’t ready. You are going to take on this whole wide world, chasing your dreams,” He suddenly turned serious. “And I will be here, cheering you on because you’re always going to be my little girl. And just know, as long as you know the road that takes you home again, I will be here for you.” 

  “Just the road? That’s the only way you’ll be there for me?” She asked. Hopper looked at her, ready to get mad that she took it like he wasn’t going to be there for her, but that crooked little smile played on her lips - the same crooked little smile she wore when she was a kid whenever she did anything she wasn’t supposed to. Instantly, his anger and his naturally icy heart was melting, just like it always did and just like it always will. 

  “Real smart, you little ass,” He laughed, making her join in on the laughter. “Now, I still want you to eat, but I would rather you not drive like a maniac trying to get to school in time so I will put a few more snacks on the counter for you to stuff in your bag on your way out. I’ll add some change to it so you can get a drink at lunch,” He informed her as he stood up, walking out the door. “Have a great day, Pumpkin. I love you. So much.” He told her, he couldn’t put how much he loved her into words - he wasn’t good at emotions and sappy stuff, but he was confident she was sure how much he loved her, even if she didn’t realise he loved her more than anything. 

  “I love you more.” She said back and he was instantly reminded of everytime she said that exact thing to him in the past. From the time she could speak to that moment. For a second, he wanted her to be that toothless seven year old cuddling her teddy bear as he tucked her in again. 

  “I hope you would be proud of me,” She added in as her eyes slowly blinked open. “I am kinda taking on the world by myself at the moment-” 

  “And I’m sure you’re taking the world by storm despite that.” A voice scared her, making her whirl around, the picture frame clutched to her chest as her heart tried to run out of her chest. There he stood. Shaved head, bruises, and a crooked smile - the same one she wore when she got in trouble. 

  “Dad?” She breathed out, eyes wide. Was it a ghost? Was it her mind playing horrible tricks? What a cruel joke the universe was playing on her if the man standing before her in clothes that were obviously not his was all her imagination. Tentatively, she stepped towards him as he stood on the ground, through the damaged front door that was nearly off its hinges completely.

  The man (or product of her grief) nodded. “It’s me, Pumpkin. For real.” He reassured her. He knew she was reluctant, not wanting to get her hopes up. The reality of the Upside Down has put them through hell and back. It was hard to trust anything the universe gave them. Win the lottery? Are they sure it wasn’t just a cruel trick the Upside Down conceived to put them through more hell? Supposedly dead father standing before you? Was Y/N sure it wasn’t secretly some sort of shape shifting creature set to destroy El? 

  She walked a few more steps, finally reaching the door frame. Hopper stayed in one spot, but now Y/N could see the people gathered off to the side, giving the father and daughter space. Joyce and Murray stood in the treeline, giving Y/N nods of reassurance. “Dad!” She broke into a smile, her heart delighted. She was too overcome with happiness to even think about questioning how he was standing there if he was dead. 

  The photo slipped from her grasp as she ran from the doorway, all the way down the rickety old steps. Arms out, she nearly tackled her father, hot tears streaming down her face as she actually felt the warmth of his embrace wrapping around her. He was real. He was here. His heart was beating. She could feel it hitting his chest. She could hear it as she pressed her ear against his chest, nearly squeezing the life out of him, “So you know the road that leads you home after all, even without me here, huh?” Hopper asked, the tearful chuckle rolling through his large form. 

  Pulling her head from his chest, her arms still attached to him like a little girl who is scared. She kind of was a little girl scared that her father would disappear if she let him go. “Huh?”

  “You’re here. You came here all the way from West Lafayette. You knew the way home when you needed me. You did exactly what I told you that morning,” He took in her confused expression. “Joyce told me you chose Purdue. Smart girl, they did offer you a full-ride. Wish I could have been there to see your first day.” 

  “I wish you could have been there too, Dad.” She admitted, squeezing him in a hug again. 

  “Part of me doesn’t want to let you go back. Sometimes I wish I could just have a pause button so you would stop growing up. I would have paused it until I escaped the Russian base.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as tears started to fall from his eyes. Y/N was too overwhelmed to actually process that little bit of information, hoping to remember to ask him about it later. Joyce and Murray shared a look. This was a side of Hopper nobody saw. He was vulnerable. He was speaking in ways they didn’t think possible. 

  “No matter what happens, Dad,” Y/N pulled away from the hug slightly. “I’m always going to be your little girl. Me believing you were dead while you were really just a prisoner in a forgein country for so many months isn’t going to change that.” She joked, laughing through the tears rolling down her cheeks, the bright smile Hopper loved so much on her face.

  “You’ll always be my little girl,” He repeated, pressing his lips together. “Pigtails and all in my mind.” He smiled as she rolled her eyes playfully at this, pushing his shoulder before embracing him yet again, still scared that he’ll disappear again.  

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[skinnywalker]

"There's no way this should take five hours! Eleven gets her hair braided in mintues!"

"That's not the same thing dad. Her getting French braids from max and me getting my whole head done by a professional is totally different!"

Hopper groaned as they entered the salon.

"I hope you know I'm only doing this cause I love you kiddo."

"Yeah I know."

They leaned up and pecked his cheek before sitting in the salon chair. Hopper tried his best to hold back his grin.

"You better not butcher my kids hair now!"

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[kaylans-imagines]

S2. Ep 1 & 2

Madmax & Trick or Treat, Freak

Word count: 7268

chapter warnings: semi follows the plot. lowkey kinda repetitive. cursing. halloween party.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Life in New York was nothing compared to life in Hawkins. She lived a luxurious, fast-paced life in the city that never sleeps. Indianapolis didn’t come close to New York’s skyline, which served as the first reminder of what would become her new life. The two were so vastly different, but she welcomed the change. The moment she was allowed off the plane, Y/N rushed off in search of her father amongst the sea of people. She groaned in annoyance, itching to push through the sluggish family walking in front of her. Her arms ached from the heavy bags she carried and from the desire to hug her father–for the first time in six years. She strained her neck, peering over shoulders, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Once she did, she couldn’t help but quicken her pace and speed toward him. 

Ambushing him with a hug and surprising him, she exhaled in contentment. She smiled upon hearing his grunt of shock, “hi, Jimbob.” 

He groaned and scowled, pulling away from the hug, “I told you to stop calling me that. It’s dad to you.” 

Y/N only laughed, “Hi, dad.” 

“Hi, Tulip,” he replied softly, unable to stay annoyed at his daughter, “I’ve missed you.” 

He pulled her into another hug and kissed the top of her head. 

“I missed you too, dad,” she muttered into his chest. She pulled away from him and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. 

“You ready to go home?”

“Absolutely,” satisfied with her answer, the two silently walked towards the doors. The cool autumn breeze of dawn blew through them, dragging the smell of cinnamon through the air.

“You want some breakfast? We have an hour drive ahead of us,” her father informed, “and we have to go straight to the station when we get to Hawkins.”

“I ate on the plane,” she said, “besides, nothing could possibly be open at seven in the morning.” 

Hopper hummed and helped her place her bags into the car's trunk. The two set out on the hour drive from the city to the small town, conversation filling the air as Hopper queried about her life in New York. The rising sun and its golden light glowed into the car while the morning autumn breeze drove through the windows. She didn’t know when she had dozed off, but her father interrupted her sleep after he pulled into the parking lot of the police station. Following his lead, she walked out of the car and smiled at the familiar man waiting for her father. 

“Good morning, Jim,” Murray greeted. Her father ignored him and continued his walk to the doors.

“Jim. Hold on a second. We need to talk,” Murray pleaded, walking behind her father. 

“Get away from me,” Hopper gruffed out, opening the door and urging her inside. 

“Okay, no…I think you really wanna hear this,” Murray continued.

“Get away from me,” Hopper sang, drawing a snort from her. 

“Trust me. I only want five minutes!” She silently applauded Murray’s persistence but respected her father’s stubbornness more. 

“Yeah, I want a date with Bo Derek,” he taunted, causing her to roll her eyes, “and to spend time with my daughter, unbothered. We all want things.” She greeted Florence with a small hug before allowing the older lady to pull the cigarette from his father's lips and toss it out. 

“This isn’t a laughing matter, okay?” Murray said, drawing an annoyed groan from Hopper and forcing him to walk away, “I really got something here. I’m telling you!” 

“Hey, morning Y/N,” Officer Powell greeted, “you just get in?”

“This morning, sir,” she answered.

“Got any proof on your butt-probin’ aliens yet, Murray?” Callahan teased. Y/N giggled. She settled in an empty seat and watched as Florence fussed over her father. Murray ignored their teasing and faced Hopper. 

“I believe there was, and very well may still be, a Russian spy presence in Hawkins,” Murray said, ignoring their taunting. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. She knew Murray was prone to dramatics and storytelling. Still, Russians in Hawkins seemed extraordinary, and he once told her a story about an Alien race waiting for the perfect moment to invade earth. 

“Russian spies?” Hopper laughed incredulously, pouring her a cup of coffee and placing it in front of her before going back and doing the same for himself. 

“Are the spies in cahoots with the Aliens? Or how do they fit in here?” Callahan asked, “I’m confused.” Murray rolled his eyes. 

She tuned their conversation out, peering out into the streets of Hawkins. She was itching to leave the station and walk around the town she grew up in. She waited for Murray to stop talking before going up to her dad. 

“Okay if I go into town?” Hopper nodded his head and took a sip of his coffee. 

“Be careful,” he called after her, and she responded by throwing up a thumb on her way out. She bid Florence a goodbye before stepping out into the chilly streets. The town had only just begun to wake up. The roads were vacant of cars, and the only people visible were those opening up their shops. Disappointed, she ended her short walk and trekked toward the station. 

When she reached the station, her dad was getting into the car, “where are you going? Can I come?”

“I thought you were going into town?” her father asked, avoiding her question. She rolled her eyes and leaned into the door. 

“I did. Nothing’s open. Can I come?” She asked again. 

“Tulip,” he sighed, “you’re only gonna be bored. I have to check out some contaminated pumpkins.”

“I’d rather be bored somewhere else than here,” she stated and got into the passenger seat. Hopper groaned at her petulant behavior but got in. Any fight fought against would always prove futile. Any hill Y/N climbed would be a hill she would die on, and he wasn’t stupid enough to go against her stubbornness. He joined her in the car and rolled his eyes at her smug smile. 

“So, where are these contaminated pumpkins? And why does it require the chief of police?” Y/N asked after he’d gotten off the main road. 

“Merrill’s farm,” Hopper answered, “and because every minor inconvenience requires the chief in Hawkins. Apparently.” 

The drive to Merrill’s farm was silent. The song on the radio was the only thing. Y/N didn’t mind. Some of the best moments from childhood involved her dad and music. To her, a day well spent was with her father–even if he worked for most of it. After all, she started at Hawkins High the next day. Inspecting some pumpkins didn’t seem fun to anyone, not even her, but she was with her dad. That was all that mattered to her. 

The orange and reds that decorated the trees lining the road flashed before her eyes. It was cool enough to open the window and let the breeze dance through the car, and it was quiet. As much as she grew to love New York, she missed the scenic views of Hawkins and its silence. 

“Hey, dad,” Y/N called, reading the sign posted in front of the farm, “can we take some pumpkins home? If they’re not too contaminated.” 

“Aren’t you a little too old to be picking pumpkins?” Hopper asked. Y/N shook her head with a furrow of her brow. 

“Never,” she answered readily, mildly offended by what he had implied. Hopper scoffed in return and followed her towards the farmer. Y/N audibly gasped when they reached the blackened rows, internally gagging at the stench they produced. 

“You’re saying this was fine yesterday?” Her dad questioned, crouching down and poking at one with his pocket knife. 

“Fine? These were prize winners, Chief,” Y/N agreed. Merrill had the best pumpkins in all of Hawkins. A feeling of melancholy passed through her as she thought of the times her blended family would make it a day. She and Sara would spend hours seeking the best pumpkins before showing them off to their parents. She smiled bittersweetly, snapping herself out of the memory to watch her father. 

“For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what happened,” Merrill explained, “but then I remembered, Eugene.” 

At his vindictive voice, Y/N held back a laugh. 

“What about him?” Hopper asked, grimacing at the pumpkin by his feet. 

Her father had been right; she was bored. She wouldn’t admit it out loud; her father’s ego was big. Y/N let out a bored sigh and looked around, drowning out the conversation between the two men. Rustling in the field caught her attention while it caught her father’s attention. Worriedly, she watched as her father asked the older man a question before he stepped into the field. She jumped slightly upon hearing her father’s scream, inching closer to the entrance in the event of him needing help. 

Hopper rushed out, fear apparent in his eyes. Grabbing her wrist, he sputtered out, “let’s go. Merrill, I’ll investigate, okay?”

The older man looked at her father, gratitude laced in his eyes, “that’s all I ask, Chief.” 

Y/N followed her father towards the car without a word, rushing to keep up with his pace. She watched as her father got in the driver’s seat without a word. The car ride away from the farm was a tense one. Her father was hiding something from her, but she wasn’t one to pry. He’d tell her when he wanted her to know. 

“You mind if we don’t go straight to the station?” Hopper asked. Her gaze drifted from the window, sending him a crooked smile. 

“Not at all,” she replied, “after all, the excitement can’t stop just yet.”

“That’s my girl,”

Y/N looked at the changing scenery. Her eyes drifted towards the ugly building as her dad pulled into the parking lot. Her head tilted in confusion, but her dad ignored it. Instead, he stepped out of the car, and she followed after him. 

“Why are we here? What is here?” she questioned. 

“We’re waiting for a friend,” he dismissed, pulling out his cigarettes much to her distaste. She wandered towards the wildflowers growing within the cracks of the pavement and pulled one out. A car pulling in beside her father drew her from her studying. She turned her head in the direction of the car and grinned.

“Joyce!” She exclaimed happily. She swiftly ran to her, opening her arms for a long-awaited hug. Joyce grinned back and spread her arm to accept her affection. 

“Aw, look at you, Tully,” Joyce started, pulling away from her and gathering her face in her hands, “you look so much like your mother. You’re gorgeous.” 

Y/N blushed, “thank you.” 

Her stare turned towards the little boy standing beside her, sniffling to himself while he stared at the ground. A soft smile appeared on Y/N’s face, “hi, Will. I’m Y/N.”

“Hi,” he greeted. Y/N couldn’t help but swoon at his shy demeanor. 

“Hi, buddy,” Hopper directed at the little boy. Will replied in the same quiet tone. The four walked into the building together, questions running rampant in Y/N’s mind. She knew she wouldn’t get any answers, but that didn’t stop them from sparking. Y/N was left out in the waiting room. She had taken residence in the seat in front of the long hallway, hoping to catch sight of something other than the seemingly brown decor. With a bored huff, she picked up a magazine. 

She couldn’t pinpoint why she felt the room was strange; maybe it was the vibe. It looked like a typical doctor’s office, but something about it set off alarm bells in her head. She brushed it off as homesickness; after all, doctors in New York had their offices in the many skyscrapers that lined the sky. Shaking it off, she turned her attention to the astronomy magazine in her hand. She sighed, throwing it off to the side. It was too early to be missing her younger sister. 

The three walked down the winding hallway, tense expressions painted on their faces. Y/N sent them a smile, one they all struggled to return. She and Will led the two adults, the pair of them having a silent conversation amongst themselves. She couldn’t hear their conversation, and she wasn’t going to eavesdrop. If they wanted her to know, they would tell her explicitly. 

“You got any plans for tomorrow?” Y/N asked, making conversation. Will turned to her slightly and nodded. 

“Trick or treating,” came his terse reply. 

“Nice,” she said genuinely, “what are you going as?”

“A ghostbuster.” Their brief conversation came to an end when the adults reached their respective cars. A small piece of their conversation bled into their ears. Will got into the car, and Hopper motioned for Y/N to do the same. Obliging, she watched Joyce and her father finish their discussion. From the rearview, she watched her father light a cigarette. After a few moments, her father joined her in the car. 

“Is everything okay?” she asked, “with Will, I mean?” 

Her father nodded his head, “he’s fine. Just some check-ups.” 

“And you had to be there?” she asked. 

“Just moral support, Tulip,” her father said, attempting to trample her insinuation. 

“Sure,” Y/N snorted. 

~*~

The day bled into night, and the two left the station after bidding the other officers goodnight. The day's events had worn her out, and she hadn’t felt it in her bones until she was in the car, the destination clear in her mind. In her exhaustion, she hadn’t realized her father had parked the car until he was shaking her shoulder. She followed him out and grabbed her bags, her father grabbing hold of her other ones. 

“Wait, Tulip,” he halted her actions as they reached the porch of the cabin after having stepped over a tripwire and before she could open the door, “I have to tell you something.” 

She stared at him lazily; eyebrow raised, “what is it? I’m tired.” 

Her dad rubbed a hand over his face, “just wait, you’ll see. Seeing it will be so much easier than explaining it.” 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and nodded slowly, “okay? Whatever it is, will it explain why you moved to great-grandpa’s creepy ass cabin?” Hopper scowled at her but didn’t comment. 

“Yes,” he rolled his eyes. He turned to the door and began a rhythmic knock. Y/N shook her head in confusion but did nothing to prevent her from accepting it. Her dad was nothing if not weird. The lock clicked open, and Hopper motioned her in. The sound of the television filled the silence between them. He moved towards the tv set and turned it off, walking the small distance towards the kitchen. Y/N followed him wearily, wondering when he would explain his newfound weirdness to her. 

“Hey, what’d we talk about?” Hopper called out in question. An indistinct voice resounded. Y/N’s felt nothing but bewilderment. She turned to look at her father, but he only gave her a weak smile. The exhaustion she felt had gotten replaced with perplexity. 

“No signal,” came the same voice, except clearer. A little girl came into view, and Y/N gapped at her father. “It’s 8-1-5. You’re late.” 

Y/N had so many unanswered questions her father wasn’t about to answer. Hopper pushed back against his chair and looked at them both apologetically, for different reasons. “Yeah, I lost track of time. I’ll signal next time, all right?” 

Pulling herself out of her stupor, she glared at her dad. “What the hell is going on? Who is this child?” 

Her father only replied with a pointed look, “Uh, and it’s 8:15, not 8-1-5.” 

The little girl, dressed in her old overalls, took a seat in front of her father. The little girl seemed to ignore her presence, almost as if she hadn’t seen her. Y/N couldn’t be offended, her puzzlement getting the better of her. She wasn’t going to lie; the little girl was adorable. Her hair was curly and looked as soft as it could be, considering she was probably using her father’s three-in-one. Y/N felt a surge of protection course through her. 

“What the fuck?”

“Eight fifteen,” the girl repeated. The two started a small conversation, and Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of him interacting with the child. He spoke to her in the same tone he used to talk to her at that age when she was still figuring things out. He used to speak to her younger sister the same way. 

Tired of being a fly on the wall, she spoke up. “Uh, hello? Who is this?”

“Oh,” the little girl gasped. Hopper sighed. 

“Tulip, this is El,” he introduced, answering one of her many questions, “your sister.” 

“She’s my what?” Hopper stood up and dragged a stool towards the table, urging her to take a seat. Obliging, she stared at her father. She risked a glance at her supposed sister. El had been staring at her as if she were an enemy, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. 

“I took in El last year,” Hopper started. Her eyes grew considerably wider. 

“And you didn’t think that was worthy enough to tell me over the phone?” she asked, drawing an eye roll from her father for her snark. 

“Tulip, please,” he sighed, “look, she is the reason why I moved to the woods, okay? I had to protect her.” 

“Right,” she dragged slowly, “protect her from what? The world?” 

“Bad people,” El spoke up, “bad men.” 

Y/N turned her attention towards her and nodded slowly, “okay, so, the world.”

“I’ll explain everything, okay? I promise. But right now, I just need you to be as accepting as you usually are and stop with the dramatics so we can have a nice family dinner.” 

“Fine,” she sighed, looking at El with a friendly smile, “hi, El. I’m Tulip, your sister.” 

“Tuls,” El repeated, staring at her and gauging her reaction. The last thing she wanted to do was say the wrong thing. Y/N’s heart clenched in hurt at the sound of the nickname. Sara had been the first and only person to call her that. When she passed, she had taken that with her. Y/N wanted to correct El, but she didn’t. El wasn’t going to fill the void Sara had left in her heart, but that didn’t mean Y/N couldn’t make space for her. After all, El was her sister. 

“It’s nice to meet you, El,” Y/N smiled. El smiled back in return and looked at their dad. Hopper grinned before motioning for them to eat. As weird and confusing as her first day back was, Y/N knew she wouldn’t trade it for the world. It wouldn’t be Hawkins if it didn’t throw her odd moments. 

~*~

Y/N knew deep in her heart that her stubborn nature came from her father. As much as he liked to fight that title, it perfectly described who he was. Hopper had dropped the news on the two girls that they’d be sharing a room, and while Y/N didn’t have a problem with it, she wondered how sheltered El would do.

“Dad,” Y/N groaned, settling into the couch cushions with a fluffy blanket tossed over her legs, “I already told you I have no problem sleeping on the couch for the time being. I could’ve been asleep already.” 

Hopper stared at her from in front of the couch. His eyes narrowed. He had informed her of the lack of a bed in the bedroom. She knew she came on short notice and wasn’t bothered by the fact. She wanted to give El a final night of solitary before inevitably moving into her space. But her father was nothing if not pushy. 

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Tulip,” Hopper confessed, “I can sleep on the couch, and you can take my bed.”

Y/N made a show of laying back on the cushions, tucking herself in, and pulling the blanket up to her nose, “I am more than comfortable, dad. Please go to sleep.” 

Relenting, Hopper leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, Tulip.”

“Goodnight, Dad,” She watched as he walked away, eyes drifting from him towards El’s door. El’s honey eyes widened from the tiny sliver she’d been peeking through, not expecting to be caught. Y/N smiled at her and whispered loud enough so that she could hear.

“Goodnight, El,” the younger girl beamed at her before she repeated the phrase and shut her door. The exhaustion Y/N had previously felt washed over her as the darkness of the woods permeated the cabin. It swept over her like an unforgiving wave, unwilling to let her go. 

“Goodnight, Sare,” she muttered one last goodnight to her sister amongst the stars. With that, she closed her eyes. 

~*~

The dawn of the new day came a lot faster than Y/N wanted. The Hopper blood in her had her up with the sun, moving around in preparation for the day. She moved sluggishly, wanting to postpone the inevitable. While she had a history in Hawkins, she was still going to be regarded as the ‘new girl. She had grown up, and so had her childhood friends. 

“Morning, Jimmybob,” she greeted, plopping down on the table chair. 

“Why are you like this so early in the morning, Tulip?” her father asked. Y/N laughed and shrugged her shoulders.

“Because it bothers you, and I think that’s funny,” 

“‘course you do,” he rolled his eyes, “you excited for your first day?”

“Sure,” Y/N agreed sarcastically, “that’s definitely a word you can use.”

Hopper hummed from his place at the stove, “not excited, huh?”

Y/N dramatically dropped her head against the table, “not particularly, no. I mean, no one is ever excited about the first day of school, dad. Especially not if you’re the ‘new kid.’” 

Hopper snorted, “You’ll be fine, Tulip. You survived years in New York; you can survive this small town. Plus, you already have friends here. And when in doubt, flash people that pretty little smile of yours, and you’ll have them fighting to be part of your ‘clique.’” 

Y/N recoiled and grimaced at his choice of word, “don’t ever say ‘clique’ again. Also, it isn’t that easy.”

“You overthink,” Hopper chastised, “you’ll do great, Tulip because you’re you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” the two settled in comfortable silence. Y/N had busied herself with packing her school bag while her father watched over their breakfast. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of El draped in a white sheet with holes cut out for her eyes. She watched, stifling a laugh, as she innocently snuck up on Hopper. He turned and flinched, causing Y/N to let out the laughter she’d been holding in.

“Ghost,” El stated. Her innocence had Y/N’s heart softening. 

“Yeah, I see that,” Hopper gruffed, sending Y/N a glare.

“Halloween,” Y/N had chosen a bad day to return to Hawkins High. Halloween parties were popular in the small town. For many, it was the only excitement they could get. High schoolers would look forward to these parties, planning them months in advance. They served as a popularity tool—dividing the ‘in-crowd’ from the geeks and the nerds. She didn’t know whether or not she wanted an invitation. 

“They wouldn’t see me,” El said. Her voice caught Y/N’s attention.

“Who wouldn’t see you?” Hopper asked.

“The bad men,” 

Hopper looked at her, “what are you talking about?” 

“Trick or treat,” El informed. Hopper turned to look at her. 

“You want to go trick-or-treating?” He asked incredulously, “you know the rules.” 

“I don’t know the rules,” Y/N jumped in, wanting nothing more than to help El win her case. It was a wonder to Y/N how El hadn’t gone insane being cooped up inside every day for hours. She also knew firsthand just how overprotective and overbearing Hopper could be. “I don’t know many things in this house, actually. Why can’t she go trick or treating? I mean, she’s right; they wouldn’t see her.” 

Hopper turned to look at her, ignoring her and continuing his conversation with El. He was implacable in his stance. She had made her efforts in vain, and her pleas were wasted on deaf ears.  

El mugged at Hopper, a pout evident on her face. 

“All right, look,” Hopper sighed, his fingers rubbing his temple, “how about I get off early tonight, and I buy us a bunch of candy, and we can sit around and get fat, and we watch a scary movie together? The three of us? How’s that for compromise?”

Y/N pushed herself up from the table, “and on that note, I will be in the car. I’ll see you later, El.”

“I’ll be right there,” Hopper promised absentmindedly.

“Bye, Tuls,” El whispered. Y/N smiled and walked out, leaving the two to continue their conversation. Settling in the car, Y/N sighed. She let her smile drop and leaned back, closing her eyes. In the span of a day, she’d gained a sister and been forced to accept it as her new reality. She held no bearings against El, it wasn’t her fault, but she wished she had gotten notice before she was obligated to welcome her into her life.

Opening her eyes, she thought about the friends she’d left behind in Hawkins. The girls she’d run around with, picking flowers off the ground and rollerskating with until dusk. The boys who reluctantly welcomed her into their group (only because her father was an officer) with whom she would play basketball or soccer. And Steve. 

Steve who knew her better than she knew herself. The boy who she spent all of her hours and days with chatting about things off the top of their heads and sharing their elementary school gossip. The same Steve to who she’d said a teary goodbye. The one who had confessed to ‘like liking’ her before she left. Her Steve. 

She couldn’t help but wonder if Steve had replaced her in his heart, pushing her aside to make space for someone else. And if he did, would he let her back in?

“I need you to stop by the video store and pick up some movies,” Hopper rushed out. Y/N reeled back in confusion at his statement. It had done its impromptu job of knocking her back to reality, leaving her shocked. 

“Me? You said you would do it,” she reminded, crossing her arms, “compromise, remember?” 

Hopper rolled his eyes, “first of all, you’re an extension of me; therefore, I am doing it.”

Y/N gave him a blank look. Hopper ignored it and continued his spiel, “second of all, I don’t know what movies you girls wanna watch, so….”

“Okay, that is not how it works,” Y/N muttered, “and two, you could honestly pick whatever, and El would be fine.”

“El?” he questioned, “what about you?”

“I could have plans,” Y/N said, “my life doesn’t just revolve around you, you know.”

Hopper guffawed, turning to look at his daughter for a brief second, “what plans could you possibly have? It’s your second day back in Hawkins.”

Y/N gaped at him in offense, “I most definitely could have plans.”

Hopper’s laugh still flowed through the car as he responded, “you don’t have any plans, Tulip.”

“That’s rude,” Y/N huffed. Hopper’s laughter turned into light chuckles as he pulled into the high school’s parking lot. He turned to look at his daughter, who sported a pout. 

“Alright, I’m done,” he informed, chuckling one last time. “I’ll see you at home. And please get the movies. They’re for your sister.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she dismissed, waving her hand. She reached for the door handle only to be stopped by her father. She furrowed her brow and turned to look at him, surprised by the serious look on his face.

“I just wanted to thank you, Tulip. I have a lot of explaining to do, I know, and I will. You were so accepting of and gracious with El; I know that eased her greatly. So, thank you.”

“What are sisters for, right?”

“You’re the best one,” Hopper stated, “now get out.” 

“Oh, I love you, too, dad. Have a great day,” Y/N responded sarcastically. The smile on her face betrayed her tone. From the open window, her dad chuckled and called out to her loudly. 

“Have a phenomenal day at school, Tully Wully Tulip.” 

Y/N paused in her step and rolled her eyes, sighing before calling back a response. “Bye, Jimbob. You have a fantastic day at work!”

Stepping into the high school felt like a fever dream. Y/N thought about the first time she’d ever walked through the halls of Hawkins High. It was during a field trip conducted by the middle school during her eighth grade. Back then, she had looked at the grandiose walls in wonder and excitement, muttering to Steve every thought that came to mind. They’d planned out what they would wear on the first day of school and how they would decorate their lockers. Y/N kept her word, but she doubted that Steve did. 

The thrill she once had of walking through the halls vanished. They were once magnificent and grand, but now they were daunting and unwelcoming. The fact that she was alone hadn’t struck her until she was forced to locate the main office without anyone by her side. She was left to walk the crowded halls, feeling like she was nothing but a fly on the wall. In a crowd of people, she was the only one without a friend. 

“Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in,” She jumped at the sound of a snarky voice going straight into her ear. Wide-eyed, she turned toward the culprit. 

“Tina,” Y/N smiled at her former friend, “I see you’re stealing your moms makeup.” 

The brunette chuckled, “You get into your moms clothes again, Tulip? Look, I wanted to welcome you back to Hawkins by inviting you to my party.” 

Y/N looked down at the orange poster she’d been handed, reading the corny phrase, “come and get sheet faced?” 

“Clever, right?” the brunette laughed.

“Super,” she replied, “you come up with it yourself?”

“Yeah, actually,” the brunette confessed, proud of herself, “anyway, will I see you there?”

Y/N rolled her lips and gave her a terse smile, “we’ll see. I can’t be predictable.” 

With a wink, Tina walked away and left Y/N in the middle of the hallway. She breathed out and shook her head, asking for directions to her next class from some guy passing by her. The day had just started, and she was already over it. 

~*~

Truth be told, she was expecting the school day to be worse. What it lacked in excitement, it made up with dullness. She would take that over being the center of attention any day. Y/N was bummed not to have seen Steve the entirety of the day. Their paths failed to cross, and they seemed to have none of the same classes. Her only hope was that their lockers were near each other. She was left yearning for something- what it was, she didn’t know—but the feeling was rooted in her chest. 

She’d only seen a handful of her old friends from a distance. They had shared smiles laced with declarations of wanting to catch up and talk about their lives. Promising to find time amidst their busy lives. 

Y/N shuffled the brown paper bag of horror movies from one arm to the other, knocking on the door and waiting for El to let her in. The lock clicked open, and with her foot, Y/N pushed it open, eyes searching for El.

“El? I brought some snacks,” she informed, “I don’t know what you like, so I sorta brought everything.” She cringed at the sight of all the sweets on the table. Her dad was going to have a hernia. 

Joining the younger girl on the couch, Y/N crossed her legs under her and turned to the old show on the tv that had captured El’s attention. 

“What exactly are we watching?” Y/N asked, eyes glued to the actress with an overall sweet voice.

“TV,” was all El said. Y/N nodded slowly, accepting her answer. She decided to keep quiet and watch the television, despite not understanding a single thing. Her father had told her to be patient with El, and that was what she would be. It was nice being an older sister again. 

“School?” El asked. She had never initiated a conversation with Y/N before. She’d only ever stared at her with warm honey eyes and a gaze of trepidation. It startled Y/N. She welcomed the change of pace; if El was starting conversations with her, it meant she was beginning to trust her. 

“School was good,” Y/N informed, “but I’d rather be here with you than over there; people over there stink.” 

El turned back to the television, effectively ending the conversation. Y/N failed to take offense. Whatever reason El had for being reserved was hers and hers alone, and she wasn’t about to pry. She watched El from her peripherals. She seemed so engrossed on the acting that it almost made her feel bad for wanting to change the channel. Almost. 

One way or another, she would have to bond with El, and if watching weird old-time television was how El wanted to go about it, then Y/N would submit even if she was lost beyond return. Time drifted past them, Y/N struggling to keep her eyes open. She hadn’t realized how much time had passed or how dark it had gotten until El stood up and walked past the tv. 

“El?”

“L-A-T-E,” she translated, “late.” 

Y/N watched her, concern taking over after El seemed stuck in a trance. She called her name delicately and received no response. She stood up and slowly walked towards her, her hand outstretched. She placed it on her shoulder, softly shaking her out of her thoughts. Y/N gave her a warm smile. 

“You okay?” all she received was a nod. “Hopper’s going to be late? That’s fine. We can start the fun without him. How about you go pick a movie, whichever one you want, and I’ll get the popcorn going.”

El complied, walking over to the brown bag and pulling them out, laying them on the table with the covers on top. Y/N was almost certain she would decide which film to watch based on how colorful the cover was. The two settled in their respective spots on the couch after Y/N popped in the first film, almost forgetting that her father was meant to be there. Almost. 

Knocking from the door had El jumping a few feet into the air. Y/N chuckled as she glared at the door. 

Hopper’s voice rang through the wood, “Hey, kids. Open up, all right? Look, I know I’m late.”

El simply glared at the door. Her father continued, “I got candy here, all right? I got all the good stuff.” 

Y/N laughed at the vindictive look on El’s face. She had the Hopper Stubbornness, and she couldn’t be any prouder. Hopper pounded on the door, pleas falling from his lips. “Please, will you open the door? I’m gonna freeze to death out here.”

Y/N got up and unlocked the door, letting her capricious father in. He closed it behind him, eyes searching for El across the room. His eyes landed on his eldest door, who motioned towards the door of her bedroom. Y/N took that as the perfect opportunity to swiftly make her way to the bathroom to change. She would leave Hopper to deal with placating his youngest daughter. Y/N was going to a party.

She opened the door and smiled at her dad, “I’m off to a party. I’ll be home by 12:30, one at the latest. Good luck with El.”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on,” her dad stopped her, “where do you think you’re going?”

Y/N stared at him, confused, “I just told you to a party. I told you I had plans, old man. As riveting as watching you beg for El’s forgiveness is, I’d rather not be classified as a loner on my first day back. So, I’ll see you later.” 

Hopper shook his head and sat down on the couch. Y/N waved at him as she grabbed his keys from the hook and walked to the car. She figured one party wouldn’t be the worst thing. She had been a partygoer and host in New York but wanted to cut ties with her old life. She wanted to be a new version of herself, one she actually liked. But, one mediocre party in a sleepy town wouldn’t hinder her change. 

~*~

She heard the house party before she saw it, Duran Duran playing loudly in the neighborhood. The single-family home was decked out in lights and vibrating with how loudly they had the music settings. A row of cars parked in and around the house’s driveway. She stepped onto the grass, rolling her eyes at the dick show that was the keg stand. 

“Oh,” she gasped as she entered the door, immediately being handed a red solo cup. 

“Well, if it isn’t Hawkins’ very own Debbie Harry,” someone said behind her. She turned and smiled at a familiar face, throwing her arms around the slightly taller boy.

“Jonathan!” 

“Tulip,” he greeted back, “when did you get back?”

“Yesterday, but today was my first day at Hawkins High. Tina invited me,” she informed. Jonathan raised an eyebrow.

“Personally?”

“Yup, gave me a flier and everything,” Y/N shrugged. 

“Chief Hopper let you come to a party?” Jonathan asked incredulously. 

“My dad isn’t much of a saint, Jonathan,” she informed, “and he definitely wasn’t one in high school. He knows he’d be a hypocrite if he stopped me.” 

The pair walked into the crowd, unintentionally losing one another. Rather than wasting time looking for Jonathan, she made rounds. Briefly keeping conversations with the people she’d left behind. She peered at everyone, hoping to catch sight of the one person she’d been missing. She wondered if he would recognize her or if she would recognize him. Six years was a long time. 

Her efforts were successful when his body bumped into hers, taking her by surprise as she dropped the liquid in her cup onto her shirt. “Jesus Christ.” 

She heard a spluttered apology leave his lips in a rushed tone as he swiftly passed her. Y/N rolled her eyes, glaring at his retreating figure. It hadn’t clicked for her that the body that had barreled into her was his. Not until she caught sight of his familiar warm eyes walking up the stairs behind someone. 

“Hey, Tina,” she greeted the bubbly girl after seeing her with the drinks, “do you have a bathroom?” 

“Mhm,” she replied, giggling slightly. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder how many drinks she had in her system, “up.”

“Thanks.” 

As she was going up, he was going down. Seeing it as her chance for confrontation, she held her hands out and stopped him. Cursing silently, she shoved some of the bodies hoarding the stairs in search of a bathroom.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” she questioned. She didn’t know if she was expecting an apology or an ‘I missed you’ from him. Either worked for her. 

“Look,” Steve huffed, “I don’t know you, nor do I owe you anything. I just want to leave this stupid party. Alone. Not with some girl.”

“Excuse me?” That was far from what she was expecting.

“You heard me.” 

She scoffed, “when did my best friend turn into such a douche canoe?” 

She didn’t have time to see the recognition fall on his face. She pushed past the remaining bodies lining up the walls, searching for a bathroom to clean her shirt under. Kicking out the couple making out, she took her shirt off and ran it under the tap. Profanities escaped her lips every so often. 

She couldn’t help but be disappointed at her best friend changing. He had turned into the thing he’d sworn he would never become. An asshole. He hated his father for being the way that he was, and he was slowly turning into him. She wondered if Steve knew what was happening. If he had anyone bringing him down from the sky and keeping him grounded. The chances were low. Grounding someone like Steve Harrington, a boy who had everything, wasn’t an easy feat. But it used to be her favorite. And she did it so well. But he’d changed. 

Pushing open the door, she walked down the mass amounts of sweaty and sticky bodies. Not wanting to go through the front door and its line of horny couples, she opted for the back door. The area was void of students. The boom of the music shook the ground, but it eased the forming headache. Y/N took a seat on Tina’s outside couch, rubbing her hand against her face. 

“Hey,” came a hesitant voice, “I come in peace.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “hi.” 

“You look nice,” he complimented, leaning against the house, “you Debbie Harry?” 

“Yeah,” she answered, looking at him up and down, “and you look nice too.” 

Steve chuckled and sat on the outside couch next to her, “not like a douche canoe?” 

“No, you still look like a douche canoe,” the two laughed, “but you make a pretty good Joel Goodsen.” 

Steve’s eyes lit up, “you know who I’m supposed to be?” 

“‘Course, I do,” she replied, half offended, “why wouldn’t I?” 

“Because no one at this godforsaken party did,” his tone had her furrowing her eyebrows. 

“Not enjoying the party, I take it?” she asked. Steve let out a breath and shook his head. 

“Not even a little bit,” he said earnestly. His answer explained his mood and his rudeness, “you?” 

“I was,” she laughed, “you know before someone spilled a drink on me and then refused to apologize.” 

Steve cringed, “fuck. I didn’t mean to make your first party in Hawkins a bad one. I’ll make it up to you.” 

“How do you know this is my first party in Hawkins?” 

“Because you haven’t been here in six years,” he said, “and I know you didn’t attend high school parties when we were kids.” 

Silence settled between the two. The night's cool air seeped into her, sending shivers down her body. The frigid wind met her wet shirt creating an icy feeling course through her body. Steve noticed her shiver, and before she knew it, he placed his blazer jacket over her. 

“Wanna take a walk?” he asked out of the blue. 

“I don’t know,” she started, voice teasing, “walking with a guy dressed like Joel from Risky Business doesn’t really settle my nerves of being a victim of the night.” 

Steve rolled his eyes and outstretched his hand, tugging her up, “you know I’ll protect you, Rosemary.”

Y/N groaned, “I already regret coming back to Hawkins.” Steve only laughed.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

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[ddejavvu]

I think this more like a crossover, but I think dad figure!Hopper would like Remus if you're dating him </3 He just looks so innocent and soft spoken and Hopper is like 'well this boy is nice. You can date him' :]

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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AW hehe yes he's like oh? good grades? no detentions (remus is too smart to get caught)? respectful? called me sir? okay you have my blessing <3

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[madnessformunson]

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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[weasleytwinwheezes]

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

[friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n]

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

[karrigothoez]

hopper knows best - jim hopper

summary: after the reader comes back from a bit of late night partying with some friends, she gets into an argument

hopper x adopted daughter [i don’t do the romantic hopper x reader stuff though, sorry \:]

you open the door as quietly as possible  peeping your head in and around for any sign of hopper or your sister, jane, or el, as she prefers. once noticing that the coast is clear, you open the the door and slip inside, trying to close the door as quietly as possible again, scrunching your nose when as the rest of it creaks shut.

after closing it you let out a breath of relief assuming that your dad, hopper, finally gave up in waiting for you to get back and just went to sleep. you locked the door and took off your boots walking into the kitchen for a glass of water. you're stumbling of course due to the heavy drinking you did at the party with your friends. 

you reach into the cupboard for a glass before filling it with water from the sink when you hear a light switch flip on behind you.

“heard there was a noise complaint, from mrs. ottensburg. y'know over on cunningham.” hopper states, “big group of kids partying, drinking, blasting music next door.” you quickly sober up as you hear him pull out a chair and sit down at the table.

“you wouldn't know anything about that, right?” he asks. as you try to form words in your mouth you hear his shuffling and then a lighter.

“uhm-”

“i thought we agreed on no more partying.” hopper says sighing. “who said i was there?” you ask boldly turning around.

“oh cut the bullshit y/n, you're gonna tell me that you weren't out the partying with the same kids you walk to school with, coming home drunk, smelling like alcohol?” he says clearly raising his voice.

“okay, i'm not drunk-” 

“oh yeah sure. want me to make you walk in a line?” he asks.

“fuck you.” you say clearly pissed. “i’m 17 hopper.”

“i don't care, 17 is not grown y/n. how did you even get home anyway?” you freeze, with your lips spread apart slightly, thinking of what to say.

he furrows his brows, sighing. “please tell me you didn't walk home at 2 in the morning alone..” 

‘well at least he cares.’

“well, how’d you get home then?” he asks “uh.”

“go on.” fuck you were about to get grounded for life for the next words that came out of your mouth.

“i got a ride home..” you say nervously. “from?” he asks curiously.

“ryder and his friends.” you say brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and crossing your arms across your chest.

“RYDER?-” he asks yelling before quickly shutting himself up. “i swear to god i warned that kid.. that's it. i'm gonna kill him.” hopper says.

“you what?” you ask practically breaking your neck to turn and look at him. “hopper did you threaten him?!” you ask walking closer.

“don't turn this around on me, what you think you can get out of this conversation easily?” he asks standing up from his seat.

“y/n you've gone overboard this time,” he says as you sit down in the chair across from where he was, “how do you think your dad would feel about this?” he asks. 

“don't hopper. you know how i feel when you bring him into this stuff.” you warn.

ever since your dad died on the police team, the only reason hopper took you in was because he made him a promise. they were best friends, and he knew that you didn’t have anyone left.

“y/n.” he says “you know i try my best to look after you.”

“yeah i know.”

“well then you should know it doesn't help when you go out and do these things and then come home early in the morning.”

“well i'm a teenager hopper, i don't know what you expect.” you say with tears in your eyes not looking at him.

“y/n. i just want you safe.” he says leaning on the table. he looks over to you noticing that you're not budging.

“look, i love you kiddo, i wanna protect you, and i want you to have a normal teenage experience but i want you safe to-” he's cut off by you wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tighter than ever. he smiles at the sight, wrapping his arms around you back.

“i'm sorry.” you mumble against his chest. “it's okay, just be more careful.” he says as he kisses the top of your head.

“you're not actually gonna kill ryder.. right?” you ask.

“still debating.”

#david harbour #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x daughter reader #jim hopper x daughter #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fan #stranger things imagine

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hopper’s daughter and dating Eddie Munson (Part 2)

Eddie Munson x fem!Hopper!reader

warnings: death, angst, guns, violence, drugs, etc

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I would be allowed to request being the daughter (or just child) of Jim Hopper and dating Eddie Munson headcanons please and thank you <33”

part 1

eddie was sincerely freaked and a bit relieved you believed him in all of this mess

he was your boyfriend, you told him everything BUT this. now he got to hear it all

“why didn’t you tell me before?” -eddie

“eddie, you of all people know how lame the government is. i could be killed bringing anyone into this of my free will” -you

“yeah…fuck the government” -eddie

walking him through ‘83 and the demogorgon, ‘84 and the demodogs and the gate and such, ‘85 and the mind flayer and soviets, up until now

which was jarring

“y/n…are you okay?” -eddie

“are you?” -you

you were ready to fight for eddie. you were ready to make this all go away but you were wracking your brain on how you could swing this

keen on calming him down, but you needed to leave in order to help him out

“i mean, y/n, do you really think you should be out there? everyone knows youre his girlfriend, they’ll be after you, too” -steve

“worried for me, stevie?” -you (steve had a crush on you in middle school)

“will you let that go? now is not the time!” -steve

this time…it was different. it was peculiar, it was personal

and another body dropped, making the stakes feel even higher as your people tried to find the culprit

meanwhile, jason carver was seeking you out. an eye for an eye, perhaps?

“y/n, do you really think you of all people should be carrying a gun right now? i mean, all eyes are on you. it won’t look good if you’re caught” -nancy

“no one died of gunshot wounds, i’ll be fine” -you

“you really do sound like your dad” -nancy

“thanks, hope i don’t die like him, too” -you

“i’d say, right now, you have a better chance of dying like chrissy and fred” -dustin “what?! just saying”

checking on eddie as much as you can

and very strongly warning against getting high because this already felt like a trip

but u got him many snacks and some stuff to keep him occupied for the time being

“im not used to responsible y/n. it’s weird. you’re weirding me out” -eddie

he flirted with you over the radio a little too much

“ahem…you know we can all hear you two, right?” -robin

putting on a show for the cops to get them off your trail

“miss hopper, give us a reason to conclude you’re not a suspect” -powell

“oh, im not little y/n anymore?” -you

“you live with him, you spend all your time with him. this whole town thinks it was you, too” -callahan

“you think this is easy for me, guys? you think i’m not looking over my shoulder every other step? that could have been me, right?! and now the man who had offered me a home is nowhere to be found and i have nowhere to go and now i have to deal with you two—people i thought i could trust and could trust me—following me around like im a killer! i just want this to end!” -you, crocodile tears streaming down your face

“we’re sorry, y/n. for all of it, okay? but be careful out there, a lot of people have their eyes on you and we can’t stop that from happening” -powell

at least you got the cops off your trail

plans were finally starting to be set in motion

especially after the gate at lover’s lake had opened

“y/n, y/n, wait, don’t jump in there. don’t go” -eddie, latching onto you

“you’re gonna learn with us that no one gets left behind, eddie. steve needs us. you can still go with the kids, it’s okay” -you, diving in

eddie followed you down and into the upside down in immediate conflict

“y/n, where’s your gun?!” -nancy

“ammo’s wet, we’re gonna have to do this the old fashioned way” -you, picking up an oar

after everyone was deemed safe, eddie apologized for “chickening out”

“eddie…this is your first time in the thick of it. no one blames you for being scared or hesitant, we all were at first. some of us still have those moments. but we all look out for each other, and we’re looking out for you, too. don’t sell yourself short” -you

“you know, that thing with the oar..? it was kind of hot” -eddie

“should have seen that one coming from a mile away” -you

“so you agree you’re hot?” -eddie

ok so when you’re in this “fight for your life” mode you may be just a teeny bit hot

he was so used to your “idgaf” attitude and the way you were heading for burnout and now you were all business

getting to eddie’s other-side trailer and ultimately escaping (with a few hiccups)

and creating your master plan

“y/n, how do you think we’re gonna save him?” -dustin, leaning against you in the RV

“how do you mean?” -you

“eddie. how are we gonna convince the town he’s not a killer if we cant expose vecna?” -dustin

“well, now that we know that the creel murders are connected to vecna, maybe the government will say creel escaped or something. i don’t know, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, dusty” -you

eddie was asleep on your other shoulder

when you went to gear up, you ran into jason

“y/n hopper, the devil worshipper’s girlfriend. what’re you doing out in this neck of the woods?” -jason

“i think you mean the sheriff’s daughter, i’m not defined by my previous relationships” -you, lying completely

“ah, so you’re saying that you left him? finally come to your senses?” -jason

“just looking out for myself” -you, holding up your newest purchases

“well, we can look out for you, too. you’re more than welcome to come with us” -jason

“i’ll pass, jason. i have my own people to look out for” -you

jason glanced around

“oh, the hellfires? your story isn’t adding up here, y/n. you sure you’re not standing with eddie?” -jason, inching closer to you to intimidate you

steve and robin ran to your aid to get jason away from you before you inevitably shot him in the foot or something

and off you all went, splitting up to hopefully end this all once and for all

“max…” -you

“yeah?” -max

you pulled her in for a really strong hug

“be careful, okay? i can’t lose my moping buddy” -you

“you’re not allowed to mope without me, you know?” -max

you and the rest of the crew went upside down and as much as you wanted to see the most metal concert ever, you were needed at the creel house

“you be careful, alright?” -eddie

“me? sounds like you’re underestimating me” -you

“hey, im not sure how these things play out, it’s my first time” -eddie

“you never forget your first” -you

you gave him a goodbye kiss and sped off for him to distract the bats

and within the walls of the creel house, things went south really fast

and by the time you thought everything was over, the clock chimed one last time

“no…please no…” -you, dropping to your knees

nancy tried to comfort you, but you all had to rush out as soon as possible

and when you finally did, hawkins fell into ruins

“eddie?! dustin?! lucas?? erica?? where is everyone?!” -you on the walkies

you slowly gathered together, but when you found dustin he was alone

“dustin? where’s eddie, dustin?!” -you

dustin was sobbing, he couldn’t say a word, but he had grabbed fished a ring out of his pocket belonging to eddie

“he asked me to give this to you” -dustin

you broke down into tears with him, losing two of the closest people to you in such a short span of time, the ones who had gotten you through the roughest patch of your life

dustin latched onto you and wouldn’t let go

and you soon met in the hospital to find lucas, just as shaken up as the rest of you as max lay nearly lifeless in the hospital bed

and he needed you too

“lucas, can you take a walk with me?” -you

he explained everything that happened. jason and the walkman, watching her be attacked, her last words, the miraculous return of her heartbeat

“it was my fault. i should have pulled her out but i didn’t and it was too late. she was so scared and i let her down” -lucas

and then he cried too, and you grabbed him and pulled him in the same way you did dustin. the way you did with everyone every time someone died and the same way they did to you when you lost your father

“none of this is your fault, lucas. we all did our best, but we had no idea what we were up against. but i’m here for you, okay? always and forever” -you

the next few days were insane as most people’s homes were destroyed. you were homeless, staying with the wheelers again. trying to help those less fortunate than yourself. taking care of everyone else to get your mind off of terrible losses

staring at and tracing your tattoos like you used to do with eddie

when packing up the car for donations, you turned to see a van full of (mostly) familiar faces

“el!” -you, running to hug your sister

you lifted her and spun her around

“i missed you” -eleven

“i did too. uh, what…what happened to your hair?” -you

“it’s a really long story. you’re not gonna believe it. where’s eddie?” -eleven

“he’s…oh, eleven, he’s not here with us anymore” -you

she pulled you in for another tighter hug

“y/n? still coming to the school?” -steve

“uhhh…shit, steve. i think there’s something else we need to do” -you

you and the crew went to the cabin

while dustin found uncle wayne at the school and broke the news

“where’s y/n? is she okay?” -wayne

“she’s alive, but she’s far from okay. she’s heartbroken” -dustin

“tell her to find me here when she gets the chance. she’s family to me, all i really have left. i’d like to speak to her at the very least” -wayne

you were cleaning the cabin when a car pulled up and you quickly pulled eleven behind you

you’d only just got her back

but were stunned to see your father exiting the car

“dad..?” -you

you ran into his arms and were soon joined by eleven in a family group hug

he kissed the top of your head as you finally sobbed in relief instead of grief.

there was so much for each of you to catch up on

“is that a tattoo? y/n, how many tattoos did you get?” -hopper

“i missed you?” -you, laughing through tears

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[damn-stark]

The Prom

Takes place before Chapter 6 of Strange

A/N- just something that didn’t make it to the story before we have to once again bring our series to a pause. AND if you guys want to see more of these additional scenes let me know! BTW THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER CHAPTER 5 AND BEFORE CHAPTER 6!

Warning- Swearing, mentions of drug use, fluff!

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

————

The music playing in your ears turns gradually louder as Time After Time By Cyndi Lauper begins to play.

Now you may not be heartbroken, but you are suffering from an unrequited love.

Which is basically the same thing….

“Y/N.”

There was also something about doing chores while listening to music that just made the song more impactful.

“Y/N?”

You continue to turn up the music all it goes, but the music suddenly trails off and your head feels lighter. As you turn to see who had taken your headphones off your head you see Eleven with this mischievous smile on her face.

“There’s someone here for you,” she shares and giggles.

You blink and throw the broom to your other hand while you slowly narrow your gaze and part your lips to probe. Yet right as you took that breath, you caught the distant sound of the song Dancing in the Dark, playing outside the front door, and then the muffled voice of someone familiar.

“Who?” You ask her even if you’re coming to the conclusion that it’s Steve.

“Steve,” Eleven giggles and drops the broom from your hand to grab your hand to pull you towards the open front door.

When you reach the door, the first person you see is Hopper blocking the fucking door though.

“…no, I’ll turn the music off now.”

As mentioned, the song abruptly stops. You poke your head past Hopper’s body whilst Eleven does the same and see Steve in front of his car with a boombox on his trunk and a sign hanging from his hand. He doesn’t see you since his eyes are averting the man blocking you.

“May I talk to your daughter? It’s,” Steve stammers to say. “It’s important.”

You step aside and walk past your father to retort, “you don’t need to ask permission.”

“Like hell he does, my house—”

“No,” you snap back to Hopper. “No he doesn’t.”

Steve looks up at you and offers you a tightlipped smile. “There she is,” he points at you.

You scoff softly and grin at him. “Hi, Steve.” You hop off the stairs to walk towards him.

But Hopper still interjects. “She has chores to do. Today is my day too. She can't go out.”

“Just get inside,” you retort as you snap your head back. “We’ll be out here.” You wave him off, but he hesitates while Eleven listens instantly. “Go!”

Hopper draws in a deep breath and shoots Steve a glare before he’s basically pulled inside by Eleven.

“Hi,” you greet Steve again as you look back at him.

Steve scratches the back of head and returns the greeting quieter. “Hey.”

“So,” you roll out and drop your eyes on the sign in his hand. “What’s up?”

Steve sighs and glances behind you before slowly meeting your gaze and lifting the sign that reads, “PROM?”. It makes you grin, and feel your face burn, and your stomach feel butterflies fluttering within.

“Did he say yes?” You tease him.

A smirk tugs on his lips and he plays along even if you could still see how red his face is. “No, I got rejected, but I have a second option.” His smile turns smug and he turns back to resume the song that was playing, to then face you again with the sign lifted with both hands.

“Y/N, would you go to Prom with me?” He asks with confidence.

Your smile turns to a beaming grin and you can’t help but clap from excitement before you begin jumping and nodding your head. “Yes.”

Steve lowers the poster board and beams at you as he steps towards you. He lifts his hands just slightly but then he clears his throat and steps back while his eyes are focused on something behind your shoulder.

“It’s next month,” he says and looks down. “The theme is,”

“Dancing with the Stars?” You finish for him. “Yeah, I know we go to the same school.” You huff and tilt your head. “I thought you were going to ask Mary?”

“Yeah, well,” Steve scoffs. “I do want to have fun, so. And well I couldn’t tell you I wanted to ask you, it'd ruin the surprise.”

You scoff and nod slowly. “You’re right. Well thank you for asking me, I’d love to go to your prom with you.”

Steve sighs with relief and offers you a smile.

“You want to come inside?” You point to the cabin.

“No,” Steve declines. “I wouldn’t want to impose. Your dad was clear.”

You snort and shake your head to turn and guide him inside. “Who cares,” you retort. “We weren’t doing anything anyway. Come on. We can watch a movie or something in my room.”

“What about chores? He was very clear,” Steve adds.

You stop in your tracks and roll your eyes before turning with a frown. “We can hang out in the living room while I finish my chores? Unless you have plans?”

Steve huffs out. “No, no I don’t.”

“Then,” you say and continue towards the house. “Let’s go. You can even stay for dinner.”

*A MONTH LATER*

“Okay, okay,” you whisper to yourself and fix the imaginary wrinkles on your long black sequined dress. “I’m ready.” You turn and face Eleven who had watched you doing your makeup with a soft smile on her face the entire time. “Okay, how do I look?” You glance down at the plunge neckline and sigh. “Too much? Too little?”

Eleven beams at you and shakes her head to assure you. “Bitchin’.”

You scoff and can’t help your smile. “Thank you.”

A knock from the front door steals your attention and makes Eleven lift her head and giggle. “He’s here,” she says and jumps off her bed to run and open the door for you.

You proceed to walk towards your door to peek out of the gap, and catch Hopper walking towards the door after Eleven.

“Hi,” you hear Eleven greet who you imagine is Steve.

“Please,” you hear Hopper say through gritted teeth. “Come in. She’ll be out soon.”

You step back towards your room and push the door closed to try and calm your racing heart whilst you begin to fiddle with your nails. You begin to pace the room and question your dress and the way you look in general.

Sure, Eleven has assured you that you look fine, but you need more opinions. Maybe your mothers opinion….

It’s times like these where you miss her more than ever.

You can’t even call your aunt or your girl friends from Oregon because they’d give their biased opinion, besides there's no way they can look at you through the phone so it’s no point….

Which is why there’s a desperate need for more girl friends here in Hawkins.

Damn.

“Y/N,” Hopper calls from outside the door. “Harrington is here. Hurry before I change my mind.”

You clench your fists and let out a deep breath before you turn on your heels and slowly stride to the door to slowly open it and reveal yourself to the both men who have yet to see you.

And when you do walk out, Steve looks over at you and draws in a deep breath as you leave him mesmerized. His jaws drop seconds later as he releases that breath and a smile begins to tug on his lips as he thought of complimenting you while you held each other’s gaze.

Yet before he can express a thing, Hopper takes a big step towards you and instantly throws out a remark. “What. Are. You. Wearing?”

You swallow thickly and snap your eyes towards him to snap back with an instant attitude. “A. Dress. It is prom.”

Hopper shakes his head and licks his lip. “That’s no dress. Go inside and change.”

You stand your ground while you narrow your glare on him. “No. I won’t, you did buy this dress, so I have to wear it.” You exhale deeply and offer him a tightlipped smile. “Now we’ll go before you spoil my night.” You walk over and grab your purse and a small cardboard box from the table. “Bye.” You look over at Eleven and offer her a genuine smile. “Goodbye, Eleven.”

“Have fun!” She exclaims.

You avert looking at Hopper and just walk to Steve to grab his arm and guide him out of the house. It’s not until you’re in his car that you break your silence.

“You look very nice Steve,” you compliment him with a sincere smile. You put your purse down and hold the box with both hands.

“You,” Steve says. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes drift over to him and you grin. “Thank you.” You hold his gaze for a lingering moment before he lifts the corsage, and you lift the boutonniere at the same time.

“Sorry we didn’t do this inside,” you say and open the box to pull out the boutonniere. “Hopper just…he has a way to annoy me. I didn’t want today to be ruined.”

Steve huffs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry,” he assures you softly and pulls out the corsage to place it around your wrist while you hook the boutonnière in his suit.

“There,” you whisper. “Outfit complete. You look handsome.” You look up at him and smile whilst he meets your gaze and mirrors that gesture.

“Sorry,” he mutters after a few seconds of silence. “My car is not a Cadillac.”

You furrow your eyebrows and scoff in amusement. “What?” You probe and pull away, letting your hand slip off his wrist.

“Your dress,” he points out. “It reminds me of the girl from Scarface.”

The smile on your face widens into a warm grin and you let out a breathless laugh. “Really?” You say with pride. “That’s good because I love her. She’s my fashion inspiration. She’s an icon. But don’t worry, you don’t need a Cadillac. This is good enough. Besides,” you giggle and grab your bag to pull out a flask. “Who needs a Cadillac when you have a bit of pregame.”

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “That doesn’t make sense.”

You click your tongue and wink at him. “It doesn’t need to make sense. Tequila!” You show off the flask and snicker. “But. Let’s get to school before we do it. I don’t want to be a bad influence.”

Steve scoffs but can’t help and grin as he drives out of your house.

Now whilst on your way there, there was no need for alcohol to be in your systems to have fun. You put on music and turned it up to jam out together. Honestly you didn’t think you actually needed alcohol at all to have fun, but well, you did need to tolerate people around you. Besides it was fun drinking, so you did take turns drinking before you walked inside the school with your arm hooked around his.

Albeit, you couldn’t lie and say it was much fun at first, it was quite awkward. Not between Steve and you, but between him and everyone around, he said he swore everyone was looking at him, he said he didn’t care, but you could tell he was getting a bit affected by it since he was quiet and too calm.

You didn’t like it.

“Come on,” you encourage Steve when you’ve had enough. “Let’s go dance.” You get off your seat to run towards him. “Time of the Season is playing, we can’t just sit through it.” You pull him off his seat regardless if he wants to sit this out, and drag him to the dance floor.

At first he was stiff, but once he saw you began to get more into the song, he began to dance too which made you laugh out of joy. After that he didn’t seem to care who might be watching him or judging him, he grabbed your hand and you danced closer together, he even smiled at you before he grabbed both of your hands to turn you around so you could slowly dance to the beat of the music pressed against him.

Friends shouldn’t dance as close as you were, but you were both buzzed from the tequila you kept drinking, and well after a few upbeat songs, a slow song did begin to play, so you had to dance close.

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me,” he whispers to your ear. “I’m having a lot of fun.”

You smile and lay your chin on his shoulder. “It’s no problem. Besides, it is your senior year so, let’s make the most out of it. Who cares about the others.”

“Yeah. Thanks to you I’m living through all these senior experiences. I mean who would’ve I come with if you weren’t here?” Steve chuckles. “Mary?”

You chuckle. “Tammy. Alexis, Sandra,” you list the girls who you’ve seen flirting with him from time to time. “I could go on.”

“No,” Steve counters whilst you sway along to the music. “I mean someone fun. I wouldn't have fun if it wasn’t for you.”

Your face burns hotter and you can’t help but scoff. “You’re drunk.”

“No,” he interjects. “I wouldn’t risk that. Your dad scares me. You are though.”

You pull your head back and offer him a sly grin and pinch your fingers together. “Just a little.” You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck to keep dancing to the next song.

This time you did it in a comforting silence until the song ended and a bad song played that made you walk off the dance floor.

It was there though, in that brief break that the trouble that lurked around Steve finally approached when he was in the bathroom.

“Y/N Hopper, right?” Some guy with freckles covering his entire face said and pointed at you with a sloppy grin.

You look around you and offer him a feigned smile and nod. “Yes. I mean, I sure hope so.” You snicker and quirk your eyebrow. “I’m sorry I don’t know you.”

“Tommy,” the guy reveals a bit coldly, almost as if offended.

“Oh!” You clap. “You’re the guy who’d leeched off Billy!” You smirk. “I remember you now.” You prop your elbows on the table and lean forward. “Is there a purpose behind this interaction, or?”

“A couple friends and I are going to go to an after party now,” he continues to say regardless of your comment just now. “Come hang out with us. It’ll be worth your while. Besides, I’d enjoy the company.” He smirks at you and leans towards you as he lifts a blunt to his lips. “You’d have more fun with me instead of hanging out with Harrington.”

You roll your wrist back and he places the blunt between your fingers.

“What else?” You pretend to go along with him.

“Well, that depends on you doesn’t it?”

You nod slowly and put the blunt between your lips to smile slowly at him. “No,” you deadpan. “As fun as that sounds,” you add sarcastically. “I come in a packaged deal. Besides,” you smirk. “You are not my type, so thanks.” You lean back and expect him to leave, but he stays, especially because he sees Steve coming over.

“So I guess it's true that trash likes to gather together.”

What?

“Leave her alone Tommy,” Steve warns him behind you.

“You know” you interject without getting angry whilst Steve props his hands beside your head. “My momma always said you can tell a man’s dick size by the level of their immaturity;” you prop your elbow on your chair and take a deep breath from the blunt to then pull back and smirk wider as the smoke unfurls out of your nose. “And you are the most childish man I’ve met, that says a lot about you doesn’t it?” You huff out in amusement, making Tommy lick his lips and scoff.

He parts his lips, but takes one last look at you and Steve, and just huffs out and turns to leave, leaving Steve and you in a short silence before you both break into a laugh.

“Want some?” You offer Steve the blunt.

“Free?”

You nod and let him take it so he can take a puff and return it to you.

Steve tilts his head and you loll your head back to look at him and getting the smoke blown to your parted lips while he looks down at you. “Want to get out of here? We can go get something to eat, this place is dead now.”

You inhale the smoke through your mouth and add a suggestion. “There is an after party.”

“Two, I overheard Tammy was throwing one too.”

You grin at him. “What’s an hour past curfew?”

He smirks. “What’s two?”

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Stranger things and your OC/reader please: “I don’t like that look. What happened?”

A/N: For the sake of my OC!reader’s involvement in the show’s story & the age I imagine her to be (17-18) around the 3rd season, Sara’s death isn’t as recent as it is canonically.

"I don’t like that look,” Hopper lilted as he walked up the steps to the cabin. His eyes were on you, stretched out on the porch bench as you stared at the night sky. You briefly flicked them in his direction at his words, just as he took his hat off and perched it on the banister. “What happened?”

You returned your gaze to the sky. “Nothing,” you said. At his lack of response, you turned your head towards him. Hopper had leant back against the fencing and crossed his arms over his chest. One brow was raised, his lips upturned in a knowing smile. You breathed a short laugh through your nose and sat up. “Seriously, Dad,” you reiterated. “I’m fine.”

Hopper shrugged. He trusted his relationship with you enough to know you’d tell him if something was up. If not now, then eventually. “Alright,” he relented, “but I still don’t like that look.” He ducked his head a little to peer in through the dimly lit window. “Where’s El?”

“Watching TV,” you said. You shifted in your seat and curled your legs beneath you, absently fidgeting with your fingers. Hopper watched you for a moment, studying your actions, noting the tell tale signs he’d learnt over your lifetime which told him that though you may be fine, you most definitely were not happy. 

Wordlessly, he sat beside you, slumping in his seat. It wasn’t exactly warm out, but you had a habit of sitting on the porch bench most evenings while you waited for him to come home from work, whether there was a breeze or not. Sometimes, El waited with you, the two of you reading a book or playing a boardgame on the decking, and he found himself incredibly at ease in those moments. To see his kids together and happy was something he would choose above all else, for both his sake and your own, and the past you’d left behind.

“Good day at work?” You broke the restful silence.

Hopper audibly sighed. “Uh-huh,” he said. “Always something interesting in Hawkins. What about you? Good day with El?”

It was a question he always asked, his subconscious needing to hear that your new family situation was still working, and you usually answered without problems. This time, your answer was taking too long for comfort, and Hopper fancied it had something to do with the look he’d caught earlier. He dropped his head and gave you a look of his own, something you glanced at briefly before biting your bottom lip, a clear indication of defeat.

“She found a photo of Sara today,” you said quietly. “The one you took on our fourth birthday at that restaurant. It didn’t upset me or anything, don’t worry. Just...made me think, you know?”

Hopper did know. Thinking about Sara had always been a daily occurrence, but since inviting El into his home, the thoughts had only recently become more pronounced. It wasn’t that El replaced the daughter he’d lost, but she certainly soothed the ache in his heart…made it easier to remember Sara in a light that wasn’t so negative.

He didn’t doubt that the same could be said for you. Losing a sister was hard enough for anyone to cope with, but losing your twin had changed you permanently. You’d been such a happy child, you both had, but there always seemed to be some dull cloud hanging over your head, vaguely marring your smiles and the brightness in your eyes. But since El, it had all become less noticeable. Everything had. Sara’s loss...the divorce...the move...unacknowledged emotions. Little by little, El’s light was beginning to shine through that cloud.

In a way, it seemed as though your words, your denial of being upset about Sara’s photo and your overall reaction to it, were a gentle acceptance towards the often unspoken fact that Sara really was gone. You hardly spoke about her anymore. You’d hardly grieved. But somewhere along the way, a time between now and saving El, it seemed as though things slowly began to look up.

Hopper dragged a tired hand down his face and shifted across the bench. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tight against his side. “Yeah,” he breathed out, rubbing your shoulder, “I know.” He glanced behind him and through the window. El’s eyes were still fixed on the TV, the same entrancement on her face that she held whenever she did something she’d once been forbidden from doing.

His lips quirked in a smile as he turned to face you. “You’re a great big sister, honey,” he said. “And I’m proud of you. You know that?” He pressed a kiss to your temple, feeling you nod against his lips, then peered up at the sky. The stars glinted. “So’s Sara.”

Stranger Things Masterpost

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