#Jim “Chief” Hopper

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Rescue

Okay this one is for @stmonstercalendar Mermay Bingo prompts "Sci-fi", "shapeshifter", "kelpie". As well as the weekly prompt "vodnik". | rating: G | wc: 3443 | cw: NA summary: Captain Steve of the Starfleet vessel Loch Nora, responds to a distress signal from Commander Joyce of the Hawkins. There is a lot of Star Trek references in this so there are notes at the end! AO3

The ensign at the helm slowed them down to a quarter impulse as they entered the planet’s orbit. The beautiful water sat still like Earth’s ocean before a storm. Eerie, if Steve had to name it.

The planet itself was entirely water. As far as Steve could tell from the view screen, there wasn't a single foot of dry land. Only his best swimmers could be a part of the transport team.

If it wasn't for Admiral Hopper sending him on this rescue mission, Steve would be excited to discover this planet. But, no scientific exploration could be done until he found Commander Byers and brought her aboard.

Steve shuttered when he recalled the distress signal she sent out.

SOS. This is Commander Joyce Byers of the Federation. We are being held hostage on planet L365. Please hurry, I don't know how long they'll —

Then the transmission stopped. There hadn't been another sign from Joyce; technically Federation policy dictated the ship closest to the distress call answered, then called for backup if needed. But, Joyce was the whole reason Steve wasn't serving time in prison for a stupid mistake in the academy. His crew’s full of ragtag Starfleet officers whose careers Joyce had a hand in, they weren't going to abandon her.

The direct plea from Hopper sealed the deal. They all agreed to let Steve take the court martial if there was one, he's the captain of the Loch Nora, the rest of the crew was simply following his orders. But he doubted he’d be reprimanded; not with what he saw.

The Hawkins, was in pieces.

“Scan for life forms.” He demanded of Lieutenant Sinclair. She pushed a few buttons on her console; Steve wondered if he should bench her even though Erica could swim laps around him. Her brother is one of the missing and he’s worried she won't keep a clear head.

“Captain… come take a look at this “ She called. A glance at her mini screen shocked Steve to his core; relief and confusion war in him.

“Is that right?” There are over 3000 life forms, 150 of them match the bio-metrics of the entire Hawkins crew. “They’re all alive?”

“Affirmative, I attempted to lock on to them but there’s too much interference.” Lieutenant Henderson said, the frustration evident in his tone. Steve had no doubt the Vulcan re-calibrated the transporter about five different times before he admitted it didn't work.

“Commander Lox?” Steve turned to his first officer Jane. “Do you have any experience with this type of thing?”

“I encountered a planet like this a hundred years or so ago. It might have been this one actually. My host Kali, had to negotiate with the leader for some supplies. She found the people there to be kind but they're wary of strangers. I’d suggest we send down a small party but keep transporters locked on their location.” The trill said.

“Right, Sinclair, Henderson, Lox, you're with me. Wheeler you have the bridge.” He turned to the Lieutenant Commander.

“But sir, my sister's down there.” Mike argued.

“And would Nancy be happy to see you, or would she be pissed?” Steve raised an eyebrow even as he entered the turbo shaft.

“Sinclair’s going.” Mike insisted. Steve glanced to his side at the woman in question.

“Are you going to tell Erica no?” Mike slumped into the Captain's chair conceding the point.

“Your sister is a capable woman. My brother is an idiot.” Erica offered as she stepped into the lift.

“Transporter bay.” The lift lowered to the bottom level as Steve laid out the plan.

“When we get to the surface, I’ll swim down as far as I can while you tread water. Once they can't lock onto my signal, we’ll know how close to the surface we need to get the crew.” Waiting at the transporter bay was Dr. Buckley with a few respirators that she handed out quickly.

“Let me switch your translators to non-verbal mode.” She gestured to her ear and pulled out a tricorder. She ran the device over the right ear of the humans and Vulcan, and the left ear of the trill.

“Thanks, Robbie.” Steve smiled and hugged his best friend. “We’ll see you in a bit.” With that, he stepped onto the transporter pad.

A quick push of a button, and they were beamed onto the planet, submerging underwater.

“Everyone okay?” Steve asked. It was weird to talk to his team without actually speaking, but he figured he’d get used to it.

The three others nodded in affirmation. Steve began his dive, but no sooner had he sank did a green old man appear. He tilted his head in confusion until he heard Erica scream.

“It's a vodnik!” Steve had no idea what that was, but given her tone of voice and the way the thing charged at him, he didn't think it was friendly.

With a kick of his legs, Steve tried to escape it, but the vodnik was fast; faster than any creature Steve had ever seen.

Suddenly, a great white shark appeared and bit into the vodnik’s leg dragging it to the depths. A second shark swam directly for them but paused in front of the group and moved almost as if it was treading water.

“Are you a native to this planet?” Steve asked. The shark gave the approximation of a nod. Upon closer inspection, Steve realized this wasn’t a normal Earth shark, it had a few extra fins and the gills were in the wrong spot. Almost as if someone explained what a shark was, and this creature became it.

“What are you?” There was a sense of dread filling his stomach, and he didn’t have time for tact.

“Come with me.” It said. “I won’t hurt you.” The shark gave a wiggle and it transformed into a half-horse, half-fish creature, long curly seaweed-like hair made up it's mane. Attached to it’s flank was an enclosed carriage.

“Answer me first. What are you?” Steve said again.

“I’m a Kelpie at the moment.” The creature nodded at its form. “We don’t have much time, if you want to save your comrades, come with me.”

There didn’t seem to be much choice. If that other creature was a shapeshifter like this one, there's be no way to tell them apart if they separated. With a sigh, Steve swam to the carriage and got in, Jane, Erica, and Dustin followed close behind.

Inside the carriage, the four discussed the situation.

“What's the likelihood these are the same species as the founders?” Jane asked, right to the point.

“If they are it doesn't seem like they're in league with them. If they were they wouldn't be helping us.” Dustin said. The discussion continued around him until the carriage came to a stop.

The carriage dissolved around them and they were once again submerged in water. The creature was still in the Kelpie form.

“Is this your true form?” Erica asked, keeping voice quiet and calm.

“I don’t know that I have a true form. Your comrades said this was a form you’d be comfortable with.” The creature said.

“Are you the one holding our comrades hostage?” Jane asked. The creature huffed in irritation.

“Not exactly. Come, I will show you.” The Kelpie galloped forward into an underwater cave. The group followed and breathed a sigh of relief when they realized it was a habitable cave for them.

They climbed out of the water onto the bank and removed their respirators. Steve kept his eyes on the shapeshifter as he turned into a human man. Long curly black hair framed his face, with dark chocolate doe eyes staring at him in return.

“I’m not with the Dominion, if that’s what you’re wondering.” The creature said.

“Then who are you?”

“Your comrades have been calling me Eddie. You may call me that as well.” He sighed and gestured to the sand. Taking a seat himself, Eddie told them all that had happened.

“The Dominion are terrible. A group of us defected a while ago, about a thousand of your years. Those of us who didn’t agree with the war on single forms settled here; but, over time, some of us have changed our minds.” Eddie gazed out over the little lake.

“So the vodnik, he’s a shapeshifter who hates solids?” Steve asked.

“Yes. Your comrades call him Jason. He’s the one who crashed their ship.”

Eddie went on to explain that Jason and a dozen others made up a group of shifters who want to rejoin the Dominion but can't access the warp technology they used to get here in the first place. Eddie was the only one who remembered where the old ships were, and he was the only one who knew how to work the tech in the first place. Even if they got their hands on the ships, they wouldn’t know how to use it.

“So, why did he destroy the Hawkins?” Jane questioned. “Wouldn’t it have made more sense to attempt to steal the tech?”

Eddie squinted at the woman for a moment, a particular look on his face.

“Have we met before?” He asked.

“I once was a woman named Kali. Maybe you met her?”

Eddie snapped his fingers in recognition.

“Yes! We gave her some Duranium.” Eddie turned back to the problem at hand. “Anyway, from what I gathered from the first group, Jason tried to board the ship but the captain Joyce, refused to let him have control. Once everyone was evacuated she set the ship to self destruct. Thankfully, the majority of us here don’t hate single forms. We managed to make Jason’s group retreat and save the crew. They’re in a nearby cave like this one. But, we couldn’t get them home without leading Jason to the warp tech.”

Steve absorbed the information as quickly as he could. There had to be a way to save the crew.

“Your Commander Joyce is a fearsome woman. She refuses to leave until she helps us stop this civil war.”

With a huff of a laugh Steve hung his head. Of course she’d say that.

“Can you take us to her?” Steve asked. With a nod, Eddie beckoned them to follow him through a series of tunnels and through a network of caves. Eventually, they stepped into a huge underground room filled with light.

“Erica?!” Lucas called as he ran to his sister and pulled her into a tight hug. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you, duh?” She replied even as she pretended to wiggle out of his hug.

“Steve!” A voice called. Will Byers pulled away from the crowd and hugged him around the waist. “Mom knew you’d come.”

Joyce herself was in deep discussion with Nancy and two people Steve didn’t recognize. They must be other shifters.

“The one with the red hair is being called Max and the other is called Chrissy.” Eddie pointed. “The older man in the corner is Wayne. He’s…what you would call my uncle.”

“You guys have family dynamics like that?” Dustin asked, fascinated with their new friend.

“In a way.” Eddie began. Steve left them to it and made his way to Joyce.

“Everyone okay?” He asked. Joyce met his eyes with a tired smile.

“Kind of. The shapeshifters who saved us have been friendly and hospitable. The caves are coded in kelbonite. I’m assuming that’s why you’re here and didn’t just beam us aboard the Loch Nora.”

“That would do it, yeah.” Steve laughed. “But, I hear you’re trying to prevent a civil war.”

“They have warp technology, it doesn’t violate the Prime Directive.” Joyce placatingly raised her hands. “Besides, it’s in the best interest of Starfleet. This group of defectors didn’t know about the Dominion War until we got here; but, most of them don’t seem to agree with the founders and didn’t really care too much about the outcome. The ones that do agree with the founders want to avenge them.”

“So we have to stop them here.” Steve concluded. Steve looked at the small group of officers here, and the shifters in the room.

“So, what’s the plan?”

It’s Eddie who answered.

“Evacuate our allies. Any warp tech we have, take with us or destroy. Once we’re a safe distance away, we’ll blow up the planet.” The calm indifference in Eddie’s voice would scare Steve if he was on the enemy side.

“Blow it up?” Erica asked in confusion.

“If he was smart, Jason would realize he can shift into a warp capable ship. But, he’s an idiot so it hasn’t occurred to him; but the second it does…” Eddie didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear.

“We already set a bunch of bombs throughout the planet. Shoot one, and it will cascade to the next.” Nancy chimed in.

“How many of you are on the planet?” Steve asked.

“In total? 20ish. We’re usually a conglomerate.” Wayne spoke up. “But, those of us who don’t mind your type are few now. Jason convinced almost everyone to join him. The four of us you see here, plus Eddie’s three friends.”

The three friends, entered from a separate cave as if summoned. They introduced themselves as Gareth, Jeff, and Bear. Gareth was the other shark they saw on the surface.

“The seven of you are willing to leave your home?” Steve asked, a little shocked.

“The thing about us Stevie, is we’re a collective. Our home isn’t a place or a planet. It’s the link we share with each other. One that’s connected us even when we were a part of the whole.” Eddie smiled.

“We need to move quickly.” Jeff mentioned. He and Max led a group of Hawkins crew down one passage, Bear and Gareth went down a second, and Wayne and Chrissy took the rest through a third.

“We have ships prepared to get us all out. I taught everyone how to fly them, at least a little.” Eddie began as he led Joyce, Will, Lucas, Nancy, and the rescue team down a different shaft.

“Why did you set out a distress signal if you guys already had a plan?” Steve asked as they shuffled down the path.

“We needed the backup. Plus, there would be no way to prove we were alive and also not shapeshifters if we appeared suddenly in an old Dominion ship.” That was a great point, Steve had to admit.

Eddie fell back in step with the two and stared calculatingly at Steve.

“What?”

“You’re pretty cute. For a single form anyway.” Eddie flirted and winked.

“Is that a compliment?” Steve asked as Joyce sped up to give them some space.

“You don’t think I’m cute?” Eddie pouted. “Do any of these speak to you?” In a blink he transformed into a female version of his human form. Then just as quickly, he morphed into an Andorian, Klingon, Tholian, and Ferangi version. Even his Ferangi self had huge doe eyes and big curly hair, which looked a bit silly with the ears.

There was something interesting about his shifting nature, Steve had to admit. He wondered just how far that extended. Could he shift parts of himself into other species or was it all or nothing? The only understanding of their abilities Starfleet had any record of was from a Bajorian scientist’s research notes; and he wasn’t very thorough with the details.

“I think you’re cute in all those forms you took. Except Ferangi, but I’ve known too many shady Ferangi.” Steve shrugged.

“Really? You’re not into the ears?” Eddie touched his lobes and gasped in shock. “Why does it feel like I’m touching my…” He waved his hand at Steve’s crotch.

“That’s a great question. You’ll have to ask one when we get back to Federation Space.”

Eddie pursed his lips in thought, shifted back to his “human” self, and turned back to the conversation at hand.

“Listen, after I blow up my planet I’ll need a new one. We all will. I’ve heard the Federation takes in strays. Will they make room for us too?”

“Of course!” Steve exclaimed.

“Even though our people tried to kill you all?” It was said like a joke, but the insecurity was clear.

“You’re not the first people to defect from their genocidal species and join the Federation. I doubt you’ll be the last.” Steve sighed and decided to take a risk. “Until then, you can stay on my ship with me. You all can, I don’t mind.”

“You have enough rooms for the seven of us?”

“Well, one of you might have to bunk with me.” Steve said with a flirty smile. He had enough rooms, it wouldn’t be a problem. Besides from what Eddie said, they’d likely all share the same space to link. But, it was the principle.

“Well if you insist.” Eddie replied and bumped shoulders with him. “I wouldn’t mind sharing your room, big boy.”

They arrived in a big cave that held a huge purple ship next to another underwater lake. Steve gulped; it was obviously an older version of the Jem’Hadar ships. Steve wasn’t in Starfleet during the war, but they learned all about it in the academy.

“Commander Byers was correct, if you showed up in Federation Space in these without an escort, you’d be stopped.” Steve mumbled.

“Right in one, pretty boy.” Eddie giggled as he jogged toward the ship. With a flourish, Eddie waved the group into the ship as he got into position. He flipped a few switches and then sent a signal to the other ships.

“Everyone’s ready. But you are going to have to convince your ship not to shoot at us.” Eddie handed Steve the headset, that doubled as a view screen. From the academy he knew he’d likely get a migraine if he wore it for a while, but a few minutes should be fine.

“Let’s do it.”

The ship exited the cave system through the lake and out to the surface, where it met up with the other three. A huge squid appeared but Eddie quickly fired a few shots into it’s stomach. It sank into the depths as they pushed through the water until the Loch Nora was in view.

“We’re hailing them.” Eddie pointed at Steve once the channel was open.

“This is Lieutenant Commander Wheeler. Who are you and what business do you have on this planet?” Mike’s face filled Steve’s vision.

“This is Captain Steve Harrington. These vessels hold the Hawkins crew and allies. We come in peace.” He said. Rightfully, Mike didn’t trust Steve at face value.

“Tell me something only Steve would know. Something a founder wouldn’t torture out of you.” Mike glared. Steve sighed and pursed his lips.

“When I was dating your sister I accidentally clogged the toilet while playing ultimate barbies with Holly. I was so embarrassed about it that I pretended I was having stomach problems.” There was a muffled snort to the side and Steve squinted his eyes at Eddie.

“How is clogging a girlfriend’s toilet with a huge dump less embarrassing than playing dolls with her sister?” Eddie giggled.

“I asked him the same question.” Nancy joined in before she snagged the headset from Steve. “Michael Wheeler, it’s me your sister Nancy. If you don’t send a message to Starfleet informing them of the Dominion Ships returning home with us, I’ll tell Jane all about your little notebook.” At that, Mike paled and nodded quickly.

“Okay, you’re who you say you are. I’ll relay the message.” He quickly ended the message as Steve turned curiously to Nancy.

“What’s in that notebook?” Steve asked curiously, but she didn’t answer, only shrugged with a secretive smile.

The ships left the atmosphere and headed toward Federation Space. All but Eddie’s ship; which turned to face the planet.

“I’m going to miss it. It was my home for so long.” He sighed.

“There could be another way, right?” Steve offered, he just met the man, but he’d do anything to make him happy.

A soft sniffle is the only sound Eddie let himself make before he pushed a button on the console. A single photon torpedo shot into the planet’s water, but whatever it hit, activated the explosions all along the surface.

As the planet broke into pieces, Eddie flipped it the bird.

“Good riddance to those fuckers.” He set the ship’s course and leaned back against a ship wall. “So, tell me about my new home?” Eddie requested.

Steve smiled. He liked the sound of that.

“The Loch Nora is what I affectionately call ‘home to the Starfleet strays’” he began.

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NOTES:

Trills can have a symbiote that retains the memories of past hosts. The trill will change it's last name to the name of the symbiote.

The translators Robin adjusts refers to the universal translator that is a common star trek tech. there's a few different versions of it in the universe so I went with the in ear kind and which side varies by species. All universal translators can be used through a telepathic link but they do not default to that.

Steve's backstory is based off of Nick Locarno Joyce is inspired by Captain Janeway L365= L class planets are nearly as hospitable as earth is for humans. founders= are a species of shapeshifters who are the main antagonist in the series Deep Space 9. Dominion= is what the founders cal their empire. Duranium= is material used in a whole lot of stuff in the Federation kelbonite= a metal that is notorious for blocking transporter tech of all kinds. Prime Directive= a Federation protocol to not get involved with the affairs of planets without warp tech. This includes preventing wars or anything even if asked. The shapeshifters are shown to be able to shift into warp capable vessels in DS9. The Bajorian scientist refers to a character in DS9 who did experiments on a shapeshifter. The Ferangi are known to masturbate with their earlobes. link= when a group of shapeshifters are one group. it's a pool mostly. Jem'Hadar= the soldiers bred and controlled by the Dominion

This is just something I couldn't fit in: Jason only defected from the Dominon because he wanted to be with Chrissy. Once he realized she didn't want him back he was just biding his time to dip and rejoin the founders.

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Just a quick fic that's been rattling around my drafts. I might continue this, I might not. If you find any typos, no you didn't.

Anyway, enjoy!

WC: 1,608

Ellie remembered when she saw him. The day she came back from the city, from her time with Kali. Memories slotted back into place like a missing puzzle piece. It wasn’t a sudden flood of information, just a soft recognition.

She knew what he had done, too. He looked at her, and there was familiarity, a fondness that would remain no matter what, but those memories– what created that warmth– had vanished. She held no anger toward him for it, no bitterness, but it was still lonely. She wondered what was so bad that he would erase his own memories. She didn’t know if she wanted to know.

She still kept a close eye on him, there in the Byers’ living room, still remaining as close as possible. He told her his new name. Steve Harrington. It suited him as well as any name he had told her before. Like a coat to slip on and off, to wear for protection. He stayed close to her, too, but it was clear he had no idea why. He wanted to know, though. He wanted to figure out what that thread between the two of them meant. She worried that he would seek out answers.

She worried that he wouldn’t.

The internal debate was a hefty one, for Ellie. On one hand, she wanted her brother back. She wanted the soft smiles, the warm hugs, the protection. She wanted Seven. On the other hand, she didn’t want to hurt him, and if remembering everything hurt, she didn’t know if she wanted him to remember.

Another major problem arose in the form of the bond between herself and her siblings and her siblings and each other. It had disappeared, but the second they made eye contact, it was back. A single string between Steve Harrington and Jane Eleanor Hopper. He felt it, too. 

Two days after that, after she shut the gate, after Steve got a grade three concussion fighting Billy Hargrove, after they went into the tunnels anyway in order to create a distraction, she felt it. A tug down the bond, curious and careful. Not harsh, just a little nudge. After much consideration, she tugged back.

That weekend, with permission, the Party went over to the Harrington Household and El got to see Steve in person again. She stayed close to him again, and he made special care to ask her how she was doing, what she’d been up to, so on and so forth. The Party noticed the warmth that was there, but clearly didn’t even know what to ask, so they said nothing. 

Even though he didn’t remember her, Ellie liked being with her brother again.

He kept a close eye on her, and he wore his thinking face, eyebrows pinched, lips tight. Still she said nothing. The question stayed in her mind. Tell him or don’t tell him? Tell him or don’t tell him?

Was she lying to him by not telling him? Was she protecting him? At what point did information become something that someone needed? What if something bad happened? What if they needed his abilities? Back and forth, back and forth. She needed to tell someone, get it out of her head, but what if they told Steve? After the sleepover, back at the cabin, Ellie sat down to talk to Hopper.

“I know something important,” she started with. “I know something about someone that they do not.”

Hopper considered the words. “Are they in danger?”

She swallowed. “They are like me. Like Kali. They do not remember.”

“Put yourself in their shoes,” Hopper said. “If you were them, would you want to remember?”

Ellie thought about it. “I do not know.”

“Do you want them to remember?”

“Yes.” She wanted her brother back. More than that, she wanted someone to understand, to be there and hold her hand and talk her through all that she didn’t know. Someone who knew where the gaps were in her understanding of Outside. She wanted what she was afraid she couldn’t have.

Hopper took a breath, running his hand down his face. “Would it… hurt them more to remember than if they stayed ignorant?”

She didn’t know the answer to that. “He is curious,” she said instead. “He recognizes me. He is looking. I am afraid he will find what he is searching for.”

“And you’re afraid that he won’t.” It wasn’t a question. Hopper just gave her a knowing look.

“Yes.”

He nodded. “I think, if he asks for help, you help him. If he decides he doesn’t want to know? You let him forget.”

For some reason, something sank in her chest. Despite her own best interest, despite what Hopper had just said, she gave her bond to Steve a tug. He hesitated, but he tugged back.

“Okay.”

Hopper worked his jaw. “Are you going to tell me who it is?”

“No.”

Hopper nodded, and they moved on to lighter topics. She kept part of her attention on the tether to see if Steve would do anything else.

He didn’t.

It took Steve a week after that to approach Hopper to ask to talk to Ellie. Ellie knew that Hopper suspected pretty heavily, based on the look he gave her as he left them in the cabin after asking way too few questions. They sat across from each other at the table, and she waited for him to ask.

He stared at her for a while, eyebrows pinched, mouth tight, and then tugged on the tether. She tugged back.

“That’s you.” 

“Yes.”

“Why can I…” another tug. She tugged back. “That! Why… Why can I feel that?”

The point of no return, the precipice. If she answered his question, she could be hurting him. She could be helping him. “Do you want to know?”

He must have seen it on her face, or heard it in her voice, because he considered it. “I have a theory, but I don’t know how that theory would work or how… how any of it would make sense. It’s dumb and I- I just need help here and I think you can help me.”

“I can.” She took a breath. “What is your theory?”

He slumped. “Please don’t judge.”

“I will not.”

“I thought about it a lot, and I thought about my past.” He pulled up his sleeve and revealed his wrist, where his tattoo would be. Instead, there was a painful looking burn scar. “I tried to think about what happened, and it felt off. Like, the memory was wrong. Is there any way to, like, have a fake memory? Like, something plasticy and off to cover up… No, it’s dumb, I’m sorry, I’m hearing it and-”

“Yes.”

He froze up, completely stiff. “And is there a way to tell what’s fake and what’s real? Like do the memories feel different?”

“For you? Yes. For others? No.”

His eyebrows drew together, thinking. “Why would I be able to tell?” Something in his voice told her he already knew. 

“Yes. Why?”

He thought there, for a long while, and Ellie waited, patient. He stared at the table, picking at his nails, working his jaw, fiddling with his hair. If Ellie were to guess, she would say that he was looking through his memories and discerning real vs. fake. He didn’t like what he found.

“You know me.” A non-question, more sure of himself that time. His eyes bore into Ellie, searching. 

“Yes.”

“I know you. Somewhere in here.” He pointed to his head, avoiding eye contact. 

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to remember?” Very fitting, that Seven would go after her wants before his own. “Can I remember?”

Ellie hesitated. “You can remember, if you want to.”

His eyes kept burning into her. “Do you want me to remember?”

She swallowed, uncomfortable. If she answered the question, he would do whatever he could to do what she wanted, even at the cost of his own happiness. If she didn’t answer, he would keep pushing until she did. 

Decisions, decisions.

“It is not nice.”

Seven Steve nodded. “That’s still not answering my question.”

“... Yes.”

And that was that, the decision was made for him. Would she regret that? Probably. She just couldn’t stand the look that he kept giving her. “Okay. I’m going to need help, I think. Does it- does it work like your abilities? Like, how…?”

“We will try.”

She took him to the living room and sat him down on the floor in front of the TV. “Static helps. So does a blindfold.” 

He nodded, taking in the familiarly new information. She grabbed the blindfold from her room, then the box of tissues and she tried not to seem too eager. Anticipation buzzed under her skin, though. She tugged at the bond with Kali, who responded immediately. She sent down what she could of what she felt, hoping it transferred. Excitement, anticipation, good, good, good. Sibling. Found. 

Nothing too complex, nothing too big, just enough. Kali sent anticipation back in turn. 

She sat down in front of Steve, close enough that their knees touched.

“What do fake memories feel like?” she asked. That is the part she never learned. How her siblings' abilities worked. She just knew what they could do. She wanted to know.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, frowning. “It’s- it’s hard to explain. Fake. Plasticy, like- like a sticker, covering something.”

“Peel the sticker.” She stood and rounded behind Steve, wrapped the blindfold around his face, then she turned the tv on for static. Just like the others did for her, she leaned Steve into her lap and waited.

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An unfortunate byproduct of Steve’s neighbors always calling the cops on him is that Steve is like six years old and hasn’t really learned what’s appropriate to tell people. So now Hopper knows way too much about too many people.

Steve may not understanding the implication of his words, but Hopper does. Dick Harrington is cheating on his wife. Again. And he’s using his son as a cover. Nice.

Hopper predicting a noise complaint call in his future.

He knows that Angela Harrington has ‘special pills’ she takes for headaches and they make her sleepy. That’s why Hopper can’t call her when her son wrecks his bike being an idiot at the quarry.

He also knows that, despite what Steve thinks, Dave and Maria’s oldest boy doesn’t keep a skunk in his bedroom and is definitely getting high when his parents aren’t home.

He knows that their second oldest keeps porn under his bed. Steve told him that one giggling so hard his eyes were watering.

When Carol’s older sister babysits them, she bribes them with candy not to tell their parents that she left them alone.

There’s a newspaper thief in Loch Nora and Steve knows who it is. Tommy Hagan sometimes wets the bed. Benny Hammond will give you free fries if you clean off some of the tables. The teenager that teaches Steve’s swim class at the community pool accidentally burnt a kid with a cigarette last week.

Otis Harrington fought in World War 2, lives in Florida, and is apparently a ninja. Hopper is told this while being karate chopped in the knee.

Joyce Byers has a crush on him. Hopper knows this because Steve tells him that he heard her call him handsome and, “Nicole said I was handsome during recess once and then she kissed me. That means that girls like like you so Mrs Byers’ like likes you.”

Steve informs him, “You should marry her.”

“I’m already married.”

“Oh…” Steve frowns down at his hands where he scrapped the hell out of them on this sidewalk ten minutes ago. “You should get divorced.”

[keeryhours]

Teen Pregnancy Series Masterlist

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Stranger Things characters, and how they deal with an unexpected pregnancy. Reader is 18 in every fic except for Hopper’s (19).

Steve Harrington - 28.1k

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Eddie Munson - 40.1k

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Part 2

Part 3

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Billy Hargrove

Jonathan Byers

Argyle

Jason Carver

Jim Hopper

Tommy Hagan / Robin Buckley

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I’m going to try to cover lots of different dynamics and situations in this series. I may even write different variations for some characters. If there’s something specific you want to see, let me know! My banner as usual is made by the incredible @punkrockmlchael ᡣ𐭩

[lydibug-art]

What better way to celebrate national Stranger Things day than with (most of) my Hopper drawings 🙏😮‍💨🫶 🌸🎀✨🩷

Prints and stickers of these in my shop! <3

[cosmorom]

i'm still here.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Dad's not home | Modern!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader x Stepdad!Jim Hopper

Summary: You've been dating Eddie for months now and he's grown very fond of someone from your own family... Luckily, they both share the same love for you 🩷

Cw: 18+, Stepcest, pansexual!Eddie, slut!Eddie, stepdad!Hopper, talk of beefy Hopper, lots of dirty talk, cheating, threesome, anal sex, unprotected p in v, 2 guys 1 girl, masturbation (male receiving), excessive cumming Eddie, nipple play, little angst with happy ending, plot twist

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You loved Eddie very much, so so much you let him do anything he wanted, you never ever questioned him or even felt jealous of him, he was the perfect boyfriend and you were the perfect partner for him

So due to this unbreakable trust you had on him, you never expected what was going to come...

You were home alone at the cabin you lived in with your stepdad, your mother had passed a few years ago and having nowhere else to live, you decided to stay with him, being the chief of police and a genuinely nice man you trusted him and he made great company and food

But one thing he didn't like were visits, he knew Eddie, having arrested him multiple times for speeding or drug dealing, he didn't expect you to date him and he didn't like him at his house one bit, so you had to be sort of sneaky when you wanted him to come over either to hang out or fuck your brains out

So here you were in bed, texting your boyfriend to invite him over, feeling particularly needy of his dick

Hey babe

My step dad's not home ;)

I know

That threw you off guard, what does he mean he knows?

Wdym you know??

He realized his mistake, quickly texting back an answer

I mean, idk it's a tuesday at night, he's probably working right?

"Hmmm, that was weird, but okay" oh poor naive you, believing his reply you texted again

Yeah you're right

Wanna come over? ;)

"Shit" Said Eddie thinking of an excuse you would believe, but, you would believe anything he told you anyway

Sorry babe can't do, I'm helping Wayne fix his truck

"Damnit" you said to yourself when you read his text, he was once again busy to not come over

K, love u

Love u too

"Good boy, and she doesn't even suspect a thing huh? Such a shame she trusts you so much, won't ever see it coming" Hopper's voice spoke into Eddie's ear

Truth was, Eddie did know where your step dad was, because he was currently at a motel with him, getting his ass pounded by the older man

"Shit, please just stop talking and fuck me"

"Bratty tonight are we? I'll fuck the attitude out of you" Said the older man grabbing onto Eddie's waist and starting to really ram into him, making the younger one gasp and moan as his eyes rolled back, phone discarded somewhere on the creaking bed

Oh poor naive you...

Next time something weird happened was when you and Eddie were at his place watching a movie, said movie was not of your interest as you were jerking off your boyfriend under the blanket you had on your laps, suddenly you felt him twitch and he groaned particularly loud, you looked at the screen and a beefy dad bod man was on the screen, you could see his body jiggle as he walked and he looked damp with water or sweat, you failed to notice how Eddie bit his lip and came all over your hand unexpectedly

"What? So soon Ed's?"

"Shit s-sorry, I just-" he scrambled over his words "I just, have been really needy for you babe" he lied to your face so easily now, reality was that he was reminded of those nights he got fucked by your step dad when he saw that man who had a similar body complex as his forbidden lover "Sorry babe, lemme make it up to you, m'kay?"

You couldn't say no to that...

But the last straw was when he kept on denying you again, and again, and again, always coming up with lame excuses you were starting to get tired of

"I have a very important deal to get to"

"Sorry babe, I don't feel so good tonight"

"Babe, my van has a flat tire"

"Sorry babe, I have explosive diarrhea"

"I AM DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" You had enough of this game, so you set out on a plan to finally know what Eddie was up to instead of being with you

You started following him, his van was driving outside of town and into a secluded area, that's when you saw the sign of a motel down the road, your stomach sank when you realized where this was going

You parked far away from his van and saw him get out, look around and then stand outside it, smoking a cigarette as he seemed to be waiting for someone, maybe the girl he was cheating on you with

Another car was pulling in, and you swear you got whiplash, it was your step dad's police car pulling in, he parked next to Eddie's van and got off, rounding the vehicle to come over to your boyfriend and they started making out furiously, you felt like you could pass out from the betrayal, your boyfriend and your step dad?! Really?! You knew Eddie sometimes would ogle men like when Steve was wearing those tiny basketball shorts one day but to fuck your step dad?! This is a whole new level of low

You watched them go into a room so you decided to strike then, quickly jogging to the door and knocking on it

Inside the two men separated from their kiss and eyed the door, not expecting anyone to knock or even know who they were to begin with...

Hopper reluctantly got up to open the door and was met with a very you standing there, in pure reflex he closed the door cutting you off when you opened your mouth to yell at him

"Who is it?" Eddie asked sitting up on the bed

"Uhm... You might wanna cover your ears"

He opened the door again and you started yelling your heart out

"HOW DARE YOU?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU FUCK MY BOYFRIEND?! HE'S MINE!!"

"Y/n?!" Eddie said as he heard you, you stormed into the room pushing Hopper away and coming to yank Eddie's hair "Not the hair! Not the hair!"

"YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE MUNSON!"

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry" you had begun to strangle him with his own hair, wrapping it around his throat and he kept on smacking your arms to release him

"Okay that's enough baby" Hopper said grabbing you away from Eddie who grabbed his throat in pain "We're not the only ones wrong here"

"She was strangling me" Eddie said out of air

"NO LEMME GO! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" You trashed around in Hopper's arms but he just chuckled

"Okay settle down, you're not a saint yourself baby"

"What? What do you mean?" Eddie asked from the floor

"I mean that, Y/n has been a bad girl for her daddy, right baby?"

That's when it clicked for Eddie, and he smiled triumphantly

"Aha! You're a whore also! You've been fucking Hopper too!" He said pointing at you

"Yeah and he was supposed to be only mine!"

"Well, I guess he likes guys too, right daddy?" Eddie said talking to Hopper, to which he chuckled again

"Okay okay, there's enough for the two of you, we can share if you want to?"

So that's how you ended up sandwiched between both men, back facing Hopper and he grinded against your ass while he made you and Eddie make out, hands roaming each other's bodies, you felt yourself being lifted and you knew it was your step dad making space for him to fuck you in the ass, having better access to your tits Eddie wasted no time in latching onto one and nursing on it while also looking to enter your pussy

"Fuck daddy, fuck me please"

"Already on it princess" Hopper said as he je started to fuck your ass, while Eddie followed behind on fucking your pussy, wrapping your legs around Eddie's waist as you were being held by Hopper

"Fuck, I'm so close, gonna cum, fuck gonna cum!" You moaned as both men kissed your shoulders, neck, back and chest and then each other over your frame

"Cum baby, lemme feel it" Eddie said ramming into your pussy as Hopper kept on destroying your ass

With one loud shriek you came all over Eddie as he pumped his cum into you, what you loved of him was how much he came all the time, he would literally bulge your stomach from how much he came inside you, meanwhile Hopper emptied out in your ass

"Your turn Eddie boy"

"Yessir"

Now on your back with your legs wide open, Eddie on all four's eating you out while Hopper fucked him from behind, it was beautiful sight to see, how good Eddie took Hopper's 9 incher in his ass and how it brushed against his prostate every time he moved, and how his tongue was fucking your pussy along with Hopper's rythm was all too much and too good all over

"Fuck, fuck!" Eddie moaned into your pussy as he neared his peak, cock twitching as he prepared to cum again

"Cum Eddie, cum all over yourself Ed's, such a good boy" you praised him as his eyes rolled back and he came all over the bed, he thrusted two fingers in you as he sucked hard on your clit to make you cum too, your eyes rolled back as you reached your orgasm along with Hopper who was cumming in Eddie's ass

"Fuck... This was so good" Hopper said out of breath pulled out of your boyfriend's ass

"Too good..." You said as Eddie fell on you and you kissed his head "I'm sorry for cheating on you first"

"It's okay, at least we cheated with the same hot guy" Eddie yelped when he received a slap on the ass from Hopper

"Behave you two, or I'll punish you both"

You looked at Eddie and smiled at each other, wanting to tease Hopper some more

Guess it didn't end that bad after all...

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Tagging my friendo @ali-r3n for supporting this nasty idea 💜

[artiststarme]

Steve looking up at Uncle Wayne as the father figure he never had. Unlike his dad, he doesn’t cheat or disappear from his life when things get tough. Eddie loves it because it means he can see his boyfriend even more. It’s all fun and games until Steve goes to his father figure to complain about his boyfriend leaving him at a McDonald’s after a fight they had. Then Eddie has to deal with an upset boyfriend, a disappointed uncle, and an angry Robin to boot.

He has no choice but to take desperate measures. Eddie tells Hopper that Wayne is trying to take his “cool dad” spot in the Party and watches the chaos unfold.

By time anyone realizes what he’s done, he’s made up with Steve and escapes another murderous rage by the skin of his teeth. Mission accomplished, indeed.

Should I make this into a longer fic? I feel like I could go places with this lol

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI

Jim Hopper x Reader • oral (f receiving) • anal sex • friends with benefits • lil bit of degradation • reader isn’t sure about the situationship she’s entering with Hopper • reader gets off on the idea of being used • Hopper pursues reader till he gets what he wants

Goosebumps blossom over your arm in the wake of Hopper’s touch, a shiver rippling through you. This isn’t supposed to happen, you tell yourself. Girls like you don’t do this sort of thing…good girls, at least where appearances are concerned. To everyone in Hawkins, you’re the sweet new waitress just hired on at Benny’s. But to Chief Jim Hopper, you’re something else: prey…

You’d known it the first time he looked at you…the way his eyes had lifted from the newspaper in front of him and locked on yours. Jim Hopper wanted you. You’d never forget the way he looked your body up and down, his eyes glazing over you like he was more interested in having you for dinner than anything on the menu. And his voice…fuck, his voice. Hopper had said your name as soon as he saw the badge on your apron, and you realized that no one’s voice had ever made your body respond sexually before his.

He’d started offering that very night to walk you to your car after your shift ended. When you explained that your shift didn’t end for another hour, Hopper wasn’t deterred. It wasn’t any trouble, he said. He was off duty for the night anyway. When Hopper showed up again the following night, same time, same table, you began to realize a pattern was forming. He insisted on you being his waitress every night for the next week, and even after the weekend came and went, Hopper was right back at his now-usual table Monday evening and waiting for his now-usual waitress: you.

What had started as walking you to your car inevitably led to conversation and eventually, a kind of friendship between you both. When Hopper offered to pick you up at home and take you to work, in addition to driving you home each night, you knew something else was motivating his ‘politeness.’ Hopper wanted more from you than friendship. At the end of the day, he wanted the same thing as any other man: to get his dick wet. Granted, he was trying very hard to get you to like him, and it was kind of cute, almost as if he was courting you. But realistically, you knew Hopper’s efforts were simply made in pursuit of your body. And while you felt guilty for admitting it to yourself, you wanted the same thing from Hopper, too. Despite being older, divorced, and a dad to a teenager, you’d never found yourself more attracted to another man in your life. Something just felt inherently forbidden, and exciting about the possibility of fucking Jim Hopper, in the context of that kind of relationship…one where you were not just intimate as friends, but lovers as well.

Hopper’s face lit up like he’d just been handed the world when you eventually agreed to let him drive you to and from work. You found it slightly unnerving that Hopper already had your address; but being chief of police, of course he could easily find out where anyone in town lived. Tonight, Hopper offered to drive you home as usual after your shift at Benny’s ended. But unlike all the nights before, you find yourself with Hopper in the backseat of his Blazer, his broad shoulders casing you in like willing prey…

Hopper’s nose grazes the shell of your ear, his tongue prodding your lobe. You can’t stop the sharp whine that squeaks up your throat. Hopper grins at your ear in a way that tells you he sure as hell heard it. “C’mon,” he coaxes in that damned voice of his, thick and husky, the sound of masculinity itself. Hopper’s lips seal over your earlobe, tugging it gently. The sensation goes straight between your thighs, your clit aching to be sucked like that. His hand closes around your wrist, hard enough to remind you who’s in charge. Hopper pulls your hand between your bodies to his groin, rubbing his erection against it. The act is so brash, so crude, you’d find it offensive under other circumstances…if it was someone else, anyone else, other than Jim Hopper…

And that’s when you realize it’s stupid to ignore the truth any longer. You’ve wanted this for so long. You’ve gotten off playing this scenario out in your mind for weeks now, since meeting Hopper at the restaurant. Now you’re living it, the opportunity to feel Hopper in you and on you and everywhere. And you don’t want to waste another second. You tilt your face to Hopper’s, your lips ghosting against his. He lets you stay that way a moment, allowing you the illusion of control. “You feel it, don’t ya?” Hopper asks, and you know he’s not talking about his erection against your hand. The electricity between you is palpable…like a lit firework. Ready to explode. It’s been this way for awhile now, a tension so thick you’d swear you could choke on it. Right now, you’d prefer to choke on something else. Hopper abruptly gropes his free hand up your shirt, fingers slipping inside your bra. He isn’t gentle when he squeezes your breast, his palm bearing the callouses of a man who’s accustomed to handling a woman with the same tenderness he handles a gun. You pull in a sharp breath as Hopper rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Jim-,” you begin, but he swallows your words in a kiss. It’s selfish, the kind of kiss you know isn’t for you. Hopper is getting off, and he’s using you to do it. You could just as easily be his right hand tonight, for all you’re worth to him. But still, there’s part of you that wants to mean more to Hopper than that.

He licks into your mouth, his tongue a force all its own. Now that’s he’s had a taste, Hopper wants to know how every inch of you tastes. He decides to start with your cunt. Hopper releases your wrist and shifts his body down yours. He removes his hand from under your shirt, wrapping both his hands around your ass and tugging you forward, pressing his face into your skirt. The only thing separating Hopper’s mouth from your cunt are your thin cotton panties. He can taste you through the fabric, your wet heat slick and warm on his tongue. You taste like caramel and musk, and it’s all Hopper can do to keep from busting inside his uniform at the flavor. It’s been so long since he’s had a woman’s cum in his mouth. Ever since taking El in as his own, Hopper’s sex life has completely evaporated. He needs this, after months of fucking his own fist in the shower every night, he needs your warm, willing body to use. And that’s exactly what he does.

Hopper traces a fingertip over the outline of your cunt through your panties, watching your puffy lips quiver under his touch. He swallows, hungry in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. You adjust yourself on the sticky backseat, shifting your cunt closer to Hopper’s face. He can’t resist the closeness of your scent, your slick cum begging to be eaten. Hopper presses his face against your pussy, nuzzling your labia through your soaked panties. His tongue darts out to collect your cum, pulling it between his lips with a satisfied groan. Your fingers find Hopper’s shoulders in the dark, clutching the fabric of his khaki shirt and holding on as he penetrates you slightly with the tip of his tongue. The panties are still in the way, and Hopper decides it’s well past time they disappear. He slips his index finger beneath the waistband and tugs them down, helping you out of them completely. Hopper wants to get a good look at your bare, glistening cunt, but he’s too impatient, too horny. Nothing is going to keep your cunt out of his mouth a second longer. He delves into you, his tongue breaching your entrance and spreading your walls as he licks them clean.

All of your previous hesitation has completely disappeared, your thighs trembling around Hopper’s head as you let yourself succumb to the pulsing throb of his tongue massaging you. He spreads your ass with his huge, rough hands, gliding a fingertip over your asshole, testing its tightness. Hopper then abruptly shoves two fingers inside your pussy, just long enough to collect some of your juices. He then removes his fingers and smears your cum onto your asshole, testing it again and when he’s satisfied it’s slick enough for him to penetrate you, Hopper does.

You moan loudly, unable to stay quiet. You’re parked out in the woods after dark, but still, the thought of someone hearing you has crossed your mind. What would the people of Hawkins think, if they found out the sweet little waitress that serves them their burgers was serving her cunt to the chief of police in the back of his squad car? The worry leaves your mind as soon as it begins. Because when Hopper starts twisting his finger inside your ass, there’s suddenly no space in your mind for anything besides how good he feels manipulating your guts. The ceiling of his Blazer flickers into view as you stare up at it, your eyes half-lidded in bliss while Hopper eats and fingers you. The whole car smells like sex, your cunt filling the vehicle with a scent Hopper hopes lasts forever. He’ll probably get hard immediately every time he gets in the car from now on…he’ll probably have to ‘take care of himself,’ on the way to the station each morning, smelling your cunt everywhere as he drives. But it’ll be worth it. Every single time.

Hopper pulls his finger from inside your ass and uses both hands to flip you over onto your stomach. He keeps your ass spread and licks a fat swipe up between your cheeks, spanking his palm against your skin till you whimper. He rubs away the red patch blooming on your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his rough palm. Hopper shifts to a kneeling position on the backseat. You can’t see him but you can hear Hopper panting above you, his breath spraying cum from his lips onto your back. The weighty, thick pressure of his cock between your cheeks pulls you from the trance you’ve succumbed to. Is he really about to fuck your ass in the backseat of his car?

“Hey,” Hopper breathes, his voice huskier than usual, the fat tip of his cock wedged between your asscheeks. “This alright with you?” It’s perhaps a crude way to ask for consent, but Hopper already has it, as far as you’re concerned. “Yeah,” you affirm over your shoulder. “I want it…I want to feel you everywhere…”

A thick glob of saliva lands between your cheeks as Hopper spits onto your hole, massaging the liquid into your tight bud with the head of his cock. Your hole puckers in anticipation, and a little in fear. You know Hopper’s big; you felt his size pressed against you earlier, and it’s obvious he’s bigger than average. When he sinks his tip inside you, it’s not without pain. Your hole clenches in protest, along with your fists. Hopper’s hot breath on your back relaxes you, reminding you of your purpose. You relax the muscles in your body, unclenching your asshole and letting Hopper use you. He presses another inch inside you, his girth stretching your ass to capacity already. “Doing s’good for me,” Hopper grunts against your back. “Takin’ me so good…never been able to fit inside a woman’s ass before…”

Again, crude, not the kind of language you’d expect from a man who’s fucking you for the first time ever. But it makes you feel even more used, and to your surprise, the idea of being little more than a pliant hole for Hopper to fill excites you.

He presses a hand flat against your back, bracing you to take what’s coming next. With an almost pained groan, Hopper presses his cock deeper inside your ass, pushing past the last bit of fight your hole was putting up against him. He knows he can’t stuff anymore of himself inside you without breaking you. The temptation is there, but Hopper resists. He draws back his hips, then thrusts forward as deep as you can take him without splitting you in half. You grunt into the backseat, a line of drool leaking from your parted lips. Hopper picks up the pace of his thrusts, bucking into you in earnest. He leans forward so his body is curved over yours, the hair on his chest and stomach rubbing against your back as he humps you. Every rough, sloppy rock of Hopper’s hips grinds your clit into the seat beneath you, edging you closer to a peak so intense, it hurts. Both of Hopper’s hands move to your shoulders, pinning you down as he takes you from behind. Your open mouth remains wide in a silent scream as a shattering orgasm bursts through you, both your holes clenching and releasing again and again as you convulse under the weight of Hopper’s body.

He can’t last any longer with your asshole contracting and squeezing around him like a vice. Hopper growls like an animal as he ejaculates, his cock pumping thick loads of semen into your ass. He all but collapses onto you, holding himself up by his elbows at your sides, his big body framing yours. Claiming you. His prey, the prize he’d worked to attain for weeks. The ass he’d watched walk away from his table at Benny’s is now full of his cum, oozing like a cream-filled dessert underneath him.

Hopper lifts his weight off of you and reaches for a towel from the front seat. He wipes his dick clean and then your ass, pulling the towel between your cheeks and absorbing as much of his cum as he can. He doesn’t want your asshole leaking semen all over your pretty work dress; that would just be inconsiderate, Hopper reasons. He checks your expression, to see how you’re handling this new, uncharted territory his dick just propelled you into. “You okay?” Hopper asks, relieved when you respond “yeah. How about you?”

Hopper chuckles at your question, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. His eyebrow lifts coyly. “Never better,” he replies. “I was just thinking, you want to stay over at my place tonight?” Hopper waves his hand to the window. “I mean, it’s not much further from here. S’nice little cabin in the middle of nowhere.” He leans in closer, his elbow rubbing yours. “What d’you say?”

You ponder his question a moment, wondering what the implications of spending the night at Hopper’s place could mean for your relationship. You’re familiar with the concept of friends that fuck around without being romantically involved, and maybe this is the kind of dynamic you can have with Hopper? “Okay,” you tell him. “But you’ve still got to drive me to work in the morning.” Hopper laughs, pushing open his door to head for the driver’s seat. “I just made you come all over the backseat of my car,” he teases, cocky as ever. “I think I can manage to get you to work on time, too.” ♥️

@mrshopper84

[muldermuse]

hopper has to cum in you- don’t get me wrong, he loves cumming on your face and tits, adores seeing you covered and claimed by him

but as the relationship progresses, he’s cumming in you. fucks you as deep as he can and keeps his cock in you. but his personal favourite, putting his thick fingers in you and feeling his cum start to cover them

pulls them out of you with a groan and slides them into your mouth. calls you a good girl when you lick them clean

[stranger-theory]

🚨THINGS I NOTICED FROM THE TEASER🚨

Nancy's dead soldiers from the Vecna vision:

i'm 100% convinced that El's bandana is so she can be ready to enter the mind field on-the-go and maybe she saw something in there that upset her:

lowkey idk if ima get stoned for saying this but Will is 100000000000% using powers here. it gives when El was closing the gate in s2. seems like justtt before the first image where he looks almost passed out on Joyce (like El when she uses her powers):

three clawed scratch marks? three ribbed bike marks?:

no idea who this is???? maybe its a rando but i think its more likely a main character that im just not recognizing for some reason:

(EDIT: maybe Joyce hunched over Will)

[morganbritton132]

I’ve been posting a lot about Hopper dealing with Steve and Eddie when they were kids, and well. I always put Callahan as about twelve years older than Steve which would make him nineteen when Steve was seven.

At one point in Hopper’s life, he was dealing with Steve’s clear case of child neglect, Eddie terrorizing half the town with bugs, and fresh from the academy Phil Callahan. That man needed a drink.

[wtfsteveharrington]

- stranger things masterlist -

18+ minors dni | please check content warnings

✨ - smut | ♡ - fluff | 🥀 - angst

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

DUOS

steve harrington x robin buckley - fem!reader

you’re dating steve & you think robin’s hot. literally almost 23k words of smut and banter.

✨ tequila & strawberry lipgloss | part one

✨ coffee & mint chapstick | part two

✨ chai & hot pink lipstick | part three

✨ vodka & watermelon chapstick | part four

INDIVIDUAL

steve harrington | blurbs | fic recs

♡ grocery shopping - gn!reader

a lil domestic piece about boyfriend steve following you around the store & doing his best

✨put away my pride - gn!reader

roommate!steve. you find him late one night & steve offers to help take care of your frustrations.

✨ sorry to interrupt - fem!reader

set during s4 where steve sleeps next to you instead of in the basement & escalates from there

✨ what i’m waiting for - fem!reader

period sex!! written lower case & bullet point style.

eddie munson | blurbs |fic recs

✨ & ♡ something i don’t know - gn!reader

eddie’s hand is around your neck and you can’t help your reaction, much to his entertainment

♡ dungeon master - fem!reader

blurb about eddie’s greatest campaign but it literally warms my heart and i wanna share it

robin buckley | blurbs |fic recs

coming soon

chief hopper

✨ come by the station - fem!reader

you surprise your boyfriend at work by pretending you need to file a police report. needless to say it escalates from there.

[strangerxperv]

65. “you’re being particularly insufferable today”

Exasperated Dom/ Daddy Jim Hopper x loser perv sub/ little reader

Warnings: NSFW/ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Age difference, degradation, you're a loser/ unkept/ chapped lips/ almost constant dehydration, curvy fem bodied, Jim is a Dom turned annoyed daddy, you're disgusting and full of lust, Jim secretly loves its, spitting, and breeding.

Daddy's Little Pervy Loser

You're not Jim's usual type and you've found peace in this knowledge. He likes you and hasn't broken up with your degenerate ass yet. Most people in this situation would try to bend over backwards. You?

You like to annoy Jim so he'll be mean to you. You love how it feels for him to make you feel small. The way Jim's big burly arms cage you in close.

Jim's cock stuffed down your throat forcing drool and precum to waterfall. Slip past your chapped split lips and drip off his full balls. His hands engulfing the sides of your face with his calloused thick fingers entangled in your hair.

But you loved it even more when Jim fucked you full of cum over and over, promising to knock you up. All the while his deep voice whispers words of twisted praise. The degrading look and tone fills you with satisfaction knowing you have brought him to sin.

Chief Jim Hopper a true and just man laying with a disgusting young perverted loser. You tempt him and he used to hate it. Jim thought he hated you and was even cruel. But that didn't deter you and instead it encouraged you to push harder, like it was a game.

So yes, your relationship is odd and most don't understand how it works. Jim isn't embarrassed by you or ashamed of the relationship. He does hate that you like to make people uncomfortable by jokingly calling him daddy.

He hates it even more feeling his dick twitch to life at the title you've given him, "Daddy!" Your goading bratty tone pulls all the right strings. Jim wants to make you scream it until your horse voice begs Daddy to forgive you. He wonders if you're aware of the effect that name has for the large man.

You must know to some extent based on your current behavior, "Mmm...I can't reach my cup! Can you pleeease help me, daddy?" It's obvious that you can reach the cup on the shelf completely in grasping distance.

Or when you bent over to grab the remote from under the couch. Your ass poking out from your skirt before you widened your stance. Ass up and back arched he sees your glistening petals, "Oooooh! My fingers can't reach it, daddy! I need your help!"

But worse yet you sitting on his lap bugging him during the game, "Don't you wanna play with me instead daddy?" And this time you feel him twitch, "I can catch you balls until it rains!"

Jim begins to shake from under you before his boisterous laugh echos around you, "You want me to fuck you? Till you squirt?!" It's humiliating that him laughing at your flirtatious offer makes you more desperate, "How you're dehydrated-" Jim's laughing so hard he can't breath and his face is getting red, "The only drinks you ever open your mouth for is daddy's spit or cum!"

You feel hot all over from embarrassment and excitement, "That's cause daddy tastes so much better than yucky water!" With that you open your mouth as wide as you can physically handle. Your tongue lolling out in a lewdly debauched display of submission.

"you’re being particularly insufferable today," He's not laughing anymore, "Only good girls get daddy's spit. You want it?" His hand grips your jaw forcing your face away, "Earn it and drink that big glass of water." To prove his point Jim spits onto your puffy cheek.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. You can't help but hump your ass onto his throbbing cock. It's so fucking mean you want more. Stumbling off his lap, Jim rights you, almost tripping over your own feet before gripping the large cup.

Gulp after gulp you're soon drenched and your shirt is soaked, clinging to your fat tits. Nipples are poking out at Jim and he barely takes notice of you gasping for breath. A few gulps more and the cup is empty so you toss it aside.

"Wow," it's sarcastic, "You're that much of a desperate fucking loser whose only thought is to get stuffed with cock-" a shake of his head, "You're willing to drench your shirt just to obey your daddy?"

A moan squeaks from your dripping lips while you wiggle in place. Your hands pull your skirt up to show your puffy cunt. The fabric bunched in your small hands, "Please, Please look at me!" Jim can't look away from your pussy squished between thick thighs, "I wan' you to fill my fuck hole full of your sticky cum. Wan' you to fuck me, daddy, I wan' feel your full balls slapping me!" One hand slips down as you spread your stance and then your lips, "My clit is so hard it hurts!" Your whine makes Jim clench his jaw.

"You're a degenerate pervert." Jim growls out as his glare watches slick drool from your hole. It only makes you more wet and serves to piss Jim off further, "I swear to God. You dumb fucking whore, do you know what You've done to me? How you seduced me and twisted me from a good man to one that craves you constantly?" He rises from his chair to tower over you, "I need to ruin you like you've ruined me."

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The Ride Along - A Jim Hopper One Shot

Pairing: Chief Jim Hopper x personal assistant female reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Content: oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, smoking, age gap

18+ Minors DNI (NSFW)

Synopsis: Chief Hopper takes his personal assistant for a ride along to a disturbance call and things get heated.

A/N: I wrote this like 4 years ago on Wattpad and I'm reposting it here. Let's go with season 2 Hopper vibes for this one.

"Chief, there's a call about underage drinking out by the old Freely place," Flo, the receptionist at Hawkins P.D., informs Chief Jim Hopper through the open door of his office. You overhear the chief's grumbled response on your way back to your desk and roll your eyes, wondering to yourself why he shows up if he doesn't want to actually take the calls that come in. You've been working at the station for almost two months after acing the interview with Flo to be the chief's personal assistant. The gig turned out to be mostly sorting and organizing old case files, refilling coffee, and picking up lunch for the crew. It wasn't thrilling work, but it paid well enough for a summer job before going back for your senior year at Indy. The only part of the job that gets under your skin is your boss. He's one of the grumpiest people you've ever met, and for being your "boss", he barely speaks to you.

"You know Mrs. Allensworth will call back if you don't go check it out," Flo says to Hopper, standing in his office doorway, arms crossed.

He audibly groans again, "Kids drink, Flo. It's a waste of my gas to even go out there," Hopper says, dismissing the call.

"God forbid you do your job," you mutter under your breath quietly, but clearly not quietly enough.

"What was that?" Hopper asks you accusingly, his towering frame filling the doorframe.

You swallow, but decide to stand your ground, "God forbid you take the call, Chief," you say again, challengingly.

He sighs angrily, "Don't talk to me like that, kid. Get your shit. You're coming with me," he snaps a finger and points to his side.

You look around at the other two officers, but neither meet your gaze. Even Flo doesn't make eye contact with you. You have no backup. "Fine," you say, snatching your purse from your desk and walking over to him.

He guides you out into the humid, overly warm summer air with his hand on your right shoulder, "While we're at it, we'll have a chat about your work performance." He opens the passenger door of the cruiser, allowing you in.

Hopper starts driving out of the main drag of Hawkins onto a country road, remaining silent and stoic.

You sigh quietly, annoyed at yourself for the situation you've gotten into, "Chief, I-" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Quiet."

You look over at him, and notice the white of his knuckles gripping the steering wheel. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry," you whisper. "That was uncalled for."

He jerks the steering wheel to the right, braking on the gravel shoulder, sending dust flying into your open window, "I said quiet." He puts the cruiser in park and turns his body towards you, fuming.

"Yes, sir," you say, moving to stare straight ahead. Hopper has always been standoffish to you, but never cruel. You feel a lump start to form at the base of your throat, and do your best to swallow to keep the tears at bay. You are almost twenty-two. You aren't going to give this grown man the satisfaction of making you cry. You look out the passenger side window, doing your best to ignore him.

You hear him quietly clear his throat before starting softly, "Hey, uh... kid, look, I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I..." he sighs. You look over at him running his hand down his face, clearly stressed. You don't say anything, afraid if you talk that you'll start to cry. Hopper must see the tears you're trying to hold back because he reaches out his arm, and rests his hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry. That was way out of line."

You needed to hear the apology because it allows you to swallow the lump in your throat, "It's okay, Chief," you whisper, not making eye contact with him.

"No, it's not okay. I just... I'm sorry. I... I'm not, I don't know..." Hopper trails off, his unfinished thought hanging in the thick air.

You muster up the courage to look at him. He's staring at you with a pleading look in his eyes. "I just don't understand what I did to make you hate me," you say.

"Hate you?" He scoffs, "I don't hate you. Truthfully, I... uh... well. Yeah, I don't hate you, kid." He turns to face forward in his seat, leaning slightly on the steering wheel. "Let's just go check out this call, okay? You can come for a little ride along."

"Okay," you say, relaxing back into the passenger seat. Hopper turns the radio up slightly, and you hear a Led Zeppelin song playing through the static-filled speakers. Your eyes move to his hands on the steering wheel, his thumb and forefinger tapping out the drum line to the song. You have to admit that he's always intrigued you, but anytime your mind goes there, he does something to piss you off, and you snap back to reality. You allow your gaze to follow the lines of the corded muscles in his arms to biceps that are practically bursting out of his uniform. You look at his chest up to his jawline, covered in a few days' stubble. Maybe you're a glutton for punishment, but anytime he raises his voice or is an asshole in general, you wonder what that sharp stubble would feel like rubbing against the soft skin of your inner thighs. Your body is traitorous. There's been days when going home to take a cold shower was the only cure for your ailment.

"You're quiet over there," Hopper breaks you out of your intrusive, filthy thoughts.

"I'm just enjoying the view," you reply, gesturing to the tall corn fields on either side of the road. He chuckles.

"Should be just around this corner, anyway," he says, slowing the cruiser down. You pull into a small alcove near a pond that would be impossible to see from the road. Hopper puts the vehicle in park. Several glass bottles and cans are scattered around the remains of a bonfire. "Looks like we missed it," he says with relief in his voice.

"Why does it seem like you wanted them to get away with it?" You ask genuinely.

He sighs out a laugh, "I dunno. I was young once too. I know what it's like to want to do something you know you shouldn't," he meets your gaze as he says the last part and you swallow, clenching your thighs.

"Chief?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," he says, pulling a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and lighting up.

"Why are you so angry all the time?"

He blows his smoke out the open window and sighs, taking a few seconds to answer, "I dunno, kid. I just am."

"Is your job stressful?" You ask, truly wanting to understand his mood swings.

"Sure, sometimes," he offers. "I feel pent up here sometimes, like I need a release."

"A release?" You prod.

He takes another drag of his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke circling around his head. You notice the remaining embers glowing in the dying bonfire and realize that it's gotten a bit darker outside. Not pitch black, but the purple-ish kind of dim that happens on summer nights.

"Is there anything I can do to help with your work load? After all, I am your personal assistant." You ask, watching his hand tighten around the gearshift. "Any way I can relieve your stress, Hopper?" You ask him innocently.

He flicks his cigarette out the window before turning to you and meeting your gaze with a dark, questioning look in his eye, "What did you have in mind?"

You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn your body to face his, "I'm open to suggestions, boss."

You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows, looking at you, but he breaks his eye contact just as quickly, "We should, uh... we should go pick up this trash." He gestures to the bottles lying around the bonfire and quickly hops out of the Cruiser. You jump out of the passenger side and follow him, trying your best to rebound from his rejection.

You both walk around the alcove, picking up the debris. "Kid?" Hopper says breathily.

"Yes?" You reply, meeting his eye line immediately.

"I think there's a couple paper bags in the back of the cruiser. We can put this junk in those."

You nod, gathering up the last of the trash and walking back toward the Cruiser. You both get back in, but Hopper just sits there for a moment instead of starting the vehicle.

"Everything okay, Chief?" You ask.

He shakes his head slightly, "When do you go back to school? When-when is your last day working for me?"

The question stings, but you answer amiably, "Next week. I go back to school next week. My last day is this Friday."

"This Friday?" Hopper mumbles under breath to himself. "Tonight. Tonight's your last night working for me." He looks over at you, his hair out of place from picking up the debris.

You feel another lump forming in your throat, "Was it because of what I said earlier at the station?"

He turns toward you again, bringing his hand under your chin to bring your gaze to his, "No. I can't have you working for me anymore because... because I can't remain professional around you anymore. Yes, you have a smart mouth, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you walked into the station on that first day." The hand under your chin moves behind your neck, pulling you closer to him.

You move closer to him so your noses are grazing, "Let me be your release, Hop."

He groans quietly into your mouth as your lips collide and you feel like you're on fire. Every sideways glance, every lingering stare, every unfinished sentence comes together. He breaks your kiss to shed his uniform shirt, revealing a white t-shirt underneath that hugs his chest in all the right ways, "I only ignored you so much because I knew I couldn't act on my feelings. Plus, you're young, and I-"

"Shut up, Chief," you cut him off breathlessly, straddling his lap and kneading your fingers into his tense shoulders, "I walk by your office everyday on the way to my desk and imagine a different way you could bend me over it." He groans into your neck at this, biting at the delicate flesh before kissing you, giving you goosebumps. You feel his hands move up the curves of your body to meet your breasts. Your insides feel like they're boiling because he's thinking of you as more than just some new hire. You lift your silk shirt over your head, letting it fall to the floor of the Cruiser. Your blue bralette is thin and you can see your nipples harden through the fabric. Hopper trails his hands over your chest, making them harden even more. You let out the smallest moan. His eyes darken at the sound, and he undoes the hooks of your bra, letting it fall into his lap. He inhales slowly, moving his hands up again to meet the bare flesh. You can feel him harden through his pants and settle down deeper into his lap, creating a delicious friction.

His calloused hands grab your ass, "I've wanted this since I first saw you," he growls into your ear. You lift his t-shirt over his head, revealing his broad, slightly hairy chest. You run your fingers through the hair down to his pants, rubbing him through his clothes. "Take them off," you say. You lift yourself up off of him so he can remove his pants. You also take off your skirt, and silently thank the Lord that you wore a good pair of underwear today. "Jesus Christ," he says, looking over at your practically naked body. You see his dick spring free as he gets his underwear off and feel your cheeks get hot at the sight. "Put your seat back," you demand of him, and he slides it back as far as it'll go.

You crawl across the seat to him, laying your hands on his chest and letting your breasts brush against him. His dick twitches at the sensation. You wrap one hand around him, and he moans. "Now, lie back and let me be a good personal assistant," you say in a teasing voice. He leans back in the driver's seat and you start kissing and sucking your way down from his neck to his chest until your reach his dick. You look up at him and hold eye contact while you take just the tip into your mouth. "Oh, God," he whispers heavily. You can see sweat building on his forehead from the heat of the moment and the summer night. You use both hands along with your mouth to work your way up and down his entirety. You move like this for almost a minute before he's panting, "I'm so close. I'll cum if you keep going."

You smile and move back up into your seat, but before you can get comfy, Hopper grabs your thighs desperately and drags your toward him, "It's my turn," he whispers before settling his face between your knees. He kisses, licks, and bites his way up your thighs before rubbing you through your underwear. You whimper at his touch, practically begging for more. He hooks his thumbs through your panties and slides them down your legs with ease before burying his face where your legs meet. You think of how heavenly it is to finally know what his face and stubble feel like between your thighs. He goes to work, lapping up your arousal. You feel your body tensing in waves, "Hop!" You cry, "Yes, oh my god." He works a finger into you, pumping slowly, building you up. You feel your body on the precipice of release, but before you topple over the edge, he stops.

"I want to feel you," he moans out, pushing your body onto your knees so you're facing the backseat. You feel him move behind you, pressing one knee between yours to separate them. You bend over slightly to give him better access, a moan escaping at the anticipation. You feel him moving the tip of his dick up and down your entrance, dousing himself in your arousal. You reach through your open legs to grab onto him, stroking him again. He moans again, letting you work away at him. You move him up and down your entrance, the friction about to send you over the edge.

"Fuck me, Hop," you mutter out. At this, he groans, grabbing your hips and thrusting into you. His size is not like you've had before. You've never felt more full. "Oh my god," he whispers, slowly picking up speed, moving his hands from your breasts to your waist to your peak, rubbing you with purpose. "You feel so good, baby," he moans. You love hearing his voice become shaky and feeling his breath on your back. That alone is enough to drive you wild. The windows in the Cruiser have fogged over, and all you can hear is your collective breath and the sound of skin on skin. He continues his thrusting and rubbing routine, and you feel your body start to clench around him, "Don't stop," you breathe out, "Don't stop." Your body convulses around him and your vision goes dark for a split second as your toes curl and you moan. "I felt that," he whispers, gripping both hands on your waist, his movements becoming sloppy after your orgasm. You feel his body start to shudder and he moans, his movements slowing as you feel his release inside of you. He slowly removes himself before leaning back into the driver's seat, pulling you close to him so your head is resting on his chest. You both lie there for a while, your breathing returning to normal, and you listen to the crickets chirping outside while he runs his fingertips down your back. Heaven.