#hopper ocs

[raddest-laddest]

son of a gun

[kenchann]

idia whenever someone wakes up from a dream

also i made some line sticker type thingy for my yuu lol

[kittpunk144]

if ya ever interested knowing more information about her feel free to ask in my QNA.

[ashipiko]

i am not immune to the niko beam

HE IS REAL. AND HE GRABBED ME BY THE NECK AND THREW ME INTO THE PAVEMENT.

[ifeeldrowzy]

This post is to both summarize every character I’ve designed but also be a quick reference for a fic I’m writing. I’m so glad I’m finally done with drawing all of these.

[decaffeinated-heads]

Found some guy in the woods!!! Turns out its an oooold friend lmaaaooo!!!

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[3lectricinsomnia]

I saw this a while ago and I wanted to participate but I kept forgetting lmao. Finally got to it tonight so yeah anyways @kittpunk144 this was super fun :)

Aika’s a bit blurry so I’m just gonna put a better quality image of her under the cut for my sake lol

[flame-shadow]

Wuh-oh! There be some conflict in this bracket!

Vote for who you want to win in this @hk-oc-tournament [Hint: you want the cool guy with the sword for an arm to win :P]

Hopper and Hank belong to @raddest-laddest yeehaw

[nicolewritesthings]

When her sister calls

Summary: A worried Eleven can't get ahold of Hopper!reader, so she asks Steve to check in on her, unaware that they're not currently on the best of terms.

Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader, a part of the New Me Series - takes place in between New Me and Hope this isn't weird (shoutout @longlivedelusion for this idea!!) a/n: 1.5k words, angsty, adult themes

Winter 1985

The Harrington household was as quiet as can be early on a Tuesday morning. Mr. Harrington was at work as usual, and Mrs. Harrington was setting up a luncheon at the club. Meanwhile, Steve was enjoying one of his rare mornings off.

Steve makes breakfast when the phone rings, cutting through the morning radio show. He sets the hot skillet down onto the stove and hurries over to the phone, wiping his hands on a tea towel before picking it up.

“Steve, hi,” Eleven says quietly on the other line.

Steve tilts his head - she never called him. “What’s up? Is everything alright?” he asks.

“I haven’t heard from Hop in a few days. We always talk at the same time every other day, and she hasn’t been picking up,” she blurts out, frantic, “have you seen her?”

He pauses, thinking about the last time he saw her - Thursday night when she clocked in just before he left. He knew she had missed work the last couple of days, and he tried not to worry.

After seeing her at that party all over that guy, he steeled himself from her. Put a guard up so fast, he promised himself not to worry too much about her anymore. And it seemed like she hardly even noticed the distance he put between them. A whole month had gone by and she didn’t even notice.

“I, um, I haven’t heard from her, no,” Steve admits, the anxiety she could only cause him bubbling up.

“Oh,” Eleven was surprised to hear that. She knew from her chats with her sister that something was different, but Hop was a good liar and hadn’t given any allusion that she and Steve weren’t on the best of terms right now. She continues, “Could you maybe go check on her?”

Steve closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against the wall. He breathes out, “Of course, El. I’ll go over there now.”

And that’s exactly what Steve did, because he’s a good guy and couldn’t possibly say no to sweet Eleven. He didn’t want to admit he was worried about Hopper. Didn’t want to let his mind wander to his biggest fear these last few months - that she may have done something to hurt herself.

He gulps down that fear and strides up the stairs to her apartment. Steve knocks on the door a few times but receives no answer. He looks at the small parking lot and spots her truck, confirming she is home.

Steve bangs on the door now, more frustrated. He hears shuffling footsteps approach the door. It pulls open, revealing a young guy around Steve’s height, probably college-aged, wearing nothing but his boxers.

Those steel walls Steve put up worked because all he could do was let out a bitter laugh. Nothing was funny about this, and yet all Steve could do was shake his head and laugh.

“Of course,” Steve mutters, pushing the dude aside and striding past him to find her.

“What the hell?” The guy calls after Steve, but he was already walking through the kitchen and into the bedroom.

The bedroom was a mess, and Hopper was in the middle of it, lying on the bed in nothing but a t-shirt. Steve smacks the bedroom door loudly, “Hey!”

She stirs, groaning, head barely lifting off the bed. Steve was getting angrier by the moment. The half-naked man in the kitchen didn’t help.

Neither did the empty pill bottles scattered around the room.

He smacks the door again, “Hopper!”

She finally registers Steve’s voice and rolls over, propping herself up on her elbows. She breaks out into a sloppy grin, “Stevie! You’re here!”

He takes in her tangled hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

“Are you drunk?” He asks, not even hiding the judgment in his tone.

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t be such a buzzkill.”

“It’s not even ten in the morning,” Steve says, “on a fucking Tuesday!”

She winces at his exasperated voice. He steps closer to the foot of her bed now. Steve continues, “El called me. She’s worried about you. Says you’re not answering her calls.”

Hopper waves that off, “I’ve been busy.”

“Clearly.”

She narrows her eyes at Steve now, taking in the disgust in his voice. Before she can say something she’d regret, college boy steps into the doorway, shrugging on a sweatshirt.

“I’m gonna go,” he says, then turns to Steve, “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, sorry dude.”

“Definitely not my fucking boyfriend,” Hopper rolls her eyes, falling back onto the bed.

Steve shouldn’t let that get to him, but it does. He puts his hands on his hips, looking at the ground. He hears the college boy leave and the door shut behind him. Steve breathes out as flashes of his memory flood in - Hopper's eyes filled with tears after the mall disaster, her laughter in his car, her on the bed with another boy-

His fist bangs against the door again, and it swings back, slamming into the wall behind it. The sound rattles the walls.

Hopper sits up, "What the hell-"

"How can you do this?" Steve asks, voice raised and face red, "How can you parade around town like this?"

Her eyes narrowed, "Like what, Steve?"

"You know what," he mutters.

She does know what he means - the partying, the boys, the descent into madness. But she wants him to say it. Wants him to be the only person willing to say it to her face.

"Say it," she says, "tell me what a mess I am. How terrible and disgusting I've become. That the whole town thinks I'm some massive slut now. Poor girl with daddy issues-"

"Is that what you want, then? For me to call you a whore and a drunk and tell you that I hate you now?" Steve asks, his voice steadying.

Hopper doesn't expect this response or the feeling it evokes in her - that evokes any feeling at all. She hasn't felt anything in months, and yet here now with Steve, there's a dull ache deep in her gut. Is that worry? Is she worried that this boy, this boy she loved so dearly, could possibly hate her now?

"Do you?" she says softer than she would have liked.

Steve catches the shift in her tone, finally finding some vulnerability for the first time in a long time. His chest tightens as he says, "I could never hate you. But, I think you want me to."

Hopper doesn't move, the words paralyzing her.

He continues, "Do you think that would make things easier for you? If I left you like everyone else in your life did?"

She looks so small on the bed. Steve wants to reach out and grab her. But he can't. Not anymore.

"It would be easier if I hated you, Hops," Steve breathes out, "trust me, you've done a lot to make me want to. But I can't. I won't ever not love you. I just won't."

The ache in Hopper's gut spreads and sharpens, causing a ripple effect on her entire body. She feels electrified, alive again. Like that dull feeling, that numbness has subsided for the moment.

She looks at the boy in front of her, the boy she's grown to know and love so well. She takes in Steve's sweatpants and wrinkled t-shirt, his unwashed hair and soft eyes. Hopper realizes she doesn't even know what he could have been doing before coming over here. Or really what his schedule was like these days.

Her head starts to ache with the realization that she's missed so much of her best friend. She brings the palms of her hands to her temples, shutting her eyes. Why is he here? Why does he care? Why does he still love her?

The guilt feels like a heavy mass pushing against her skull, a crushing pressure on her sinuses. She opens her eyes to find some levity, but immediately regrets it as her gaze settles onto Steve's solemn expression. His eyes are red but not teary, and he can't find the energy to cry over her again.

She looks away and says softly, "You should go."

Steve's not sure what he expected Hopper to say back to him. He wasn't actually expecting anything from her, so he just nods and turns away, heading toward the door.

As soon as she hears the front door click shut, Hopper gets up and goes to the kitchen, pulling a large trash bag from under the sink. She spends the rest of the day manically cleaning her apartment for the first time in weeks. After a scalding hot shower, she reaches for the phone and calls Eleven. But this time, she listens - really listens and smiles and even laughs a little at something dumb Will did.

Hopper isn't sure what her and Steve's relationship will look like going forward, but she knows how he made her feel that morning. That he was the only person in months to make her feel anything at all.

[levitheeldritch]

My other two have a friend now! I like drawing these. It helps me test body types on simple silhouette type characters, and lets me test how to draw effects.

[amatsuchan-eiliniel]

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Happy Mermay! ✩࿐࿔ 🌊

I KNOW it's a bit late for Mermay since we're on the 30 but I still wanted to do this! Because I was dreaming of drawing Hopper as a mermaid and Che'nya just being like...enamoured or something! So here's my Cheshire Rabbit Mermay piece!

You can have the without filter version under the cut! :

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[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[theolivetree123]

@ashipiko I made my son a chibi bc I saw nikos and I KNEW I had to make one of hopper

He’s such an angy boy

Edit: ( I forgot a LOT of things so I redid him) Also I did not listen to u ashi sorry I needed to finish this 😭

[kittpunk144]

I'm not sure if you've been asked this already -totally sorry if you have😭- but who is Loretta's other parent? Do they have another parent??

@thecherrylady

NOPE! You’re okay hehehe lora is a tube baby she’s just Leonardo’s dna and science!!

she’s actually a clone but he raised her as her own child!

Image filler (not canon???)

[cupheadocscasino]

Ok i gotta ask, how many of yall are, lets just say extra special. E.x. multiversal bastard, time shinanigans, dimension hoppers, spirit power bois, etc or are most of you just regular joes, besides chai cuz i already know their story(right down into the cracky depths budumtss lmao) i have a vague feeling minty 'ere has somethin up their sleeve

[decaffeinated-heads]

Hopper my little freak

[raddest-laddest]

day 3 — boots