#jim hopper request

[ashwhowrites]

Hi could I request a cute hopper x reader fic set in season 2, where El helps hopper get ready for his date with the reader and a few months after they are dating, she meets El for the first time. Reader is nervous to meet El as she really wants El to like her, and El loves the reader and Hopper is in love with the reader especially after seeing his two favourite girls get along

Thank you for requesting! I miss writing about Hopper. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

Fair warning - I barely have experience in writing El and I haven't seen season 2 in years so I hope it's semi correct with the timeline? And I hope her character is somewhat correct🤞🏻

His girls

Jim hasn't been on a date in ages, as well as asked a girl out on a date. But the few times Y/N stopped by the station, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She captured his attention more than the cigarettes and donuts that sat on his desk. He watched her through the blinds of his office, up until she left.

Jim didn't have the balls to ask her out until she beat him to it.

Now he tore apart his closet as El microwaved her small frozen dinner.

El could hear him cursing to himself and the sound of things hitting the floor. She walked over to his room, knocking on the door.

"WHAT!" Jim yelled, El opened the door with a worried face. Her eyes took in the disaster of his room.

"Do you..help?" She asked, she still was learning how to properly speak. She learned words here and there from the group but she never was out in the world to learn how to communicate.

Jim thought about it. His first reaction was to say no and deal with it. But maybe help would be nice. Maybe it would calm his nerves.

"I need a shirt and jeans." Jim sighed. El smiled and raced into the room. Her eyes looked over his different shirts.

"For a date. Fancy? You know fancy?" He asked, El shrugged. She had no clue what that meant but she wanted to help.

"Date?" She asked

"Yeah, you know how you like Mike?" Jim gagged out, but he knew this was the only way she'd understand.

"Yes." She said in a dead tone.

"I like a girl, and we are going to get dinner." He explained, that the fewer words for her the better.

"Dinner. Girl. Like." She muttered to herself. Her brown eyes scanned his room. She reached forward to grab a button-up. She'd seen Mike wear lots of those, but he always paired it with a jacket.

"Jacket?" She asked, holding up the shirt.

"I need a jacket?" He asked, when she nodded he pulled one out of his closet.

~~~

Jim couldn't lie, he was very impressed with El. He stood in dark blue jeans, a black button up and a brown jacket resting on his shoulders.

"Hair," El said, handing him a hairbrush. Jim smiled and thanked her. Brushing through his hair and trying to push down the bumps.

"Okay, El. I'm going to leave now. Stay here, you know the rules." He said, hands on his knees as he got in her eye level.

"Yes, hopper."

~~~

After many more dates, and once they made it official, Jim was ready for Y/N and El to meet.

Y/N was terrified. She could feel all the air get stuck in her throat when he brought it up.

"Really?" She squeaked out nervously. She'd heard lots about El, which meant she knew El wasn't easily impressed. She was blunt and honest. Two things that scared Y/N to death.

Jim kept pushing and pushing. Y/N knew it was important to him and she felt honored he wanted them to meet. She couldn't help but worry if El didn't like her. Would Jim end it all together? She didn't want to lose Jim, she felt herself falling for him.

~~~

"El this is Y/N!" Jim said a huge smile on his face. A smile El barely ever saw. El knew that Hopper didn't smile often. He was always grumpy and annoyed. She made him crack a smile every once and a while. And she felt her stomach warm as she watched Hopper smile toward whoever Y/N was.

"Pleasure!" El said, a big smile on her face as she held out her hand.

Jim may have given El a lesson in manners before this event. He prepped El just as much, or even more than he prepped Y/N.

"Oh! It's a pleasure for me too!" Y/N said she shook the young girl's hand.

"Compliment her haircut," Jim whispered against Y/N's head.

"I love your hair! The curls suit you very well." Y/N said, thanking Jim in her head, El's smile somehow got bigger.

"Thank you!" She said excitedly. Her face felt warm and her stomach fluttered.

"Pretty," El said, looking at Hopper.

"I agree." Jim smiled.

They sat down for dinner, a simple take-out delivery of pizza. It was so simple that it made Jim feel like they already were a family. El told her jokes that Jim never understood, but Y/N laughed at every single one. El didn't understand much of what Y/N talked about, but she listened closely. She watched her lips move and nodded along.

Jim worked hard on helping El with her communication, and he could see the improvement as she talked to Y/N.

~~~

After they met, El asked for Y/N to come over every day. She claimed it was nice to talk to a girl for a change. Jim rolled his eyes but he loved that El wanted Y/N around, because he did too.

Months down the road, El and Y/N communicated better than ever. El learned new words and Y/N kept her sentences short. Sometimes Y/N was there when Jim wasn't.

He lost count of the times he came home from work to see El learning to braid Y/N's hair. Eyeshadow on El's eyes and lipstick on her lips. Her nails were in a bright pink, and Y/N's nails matched.

"We had a girl's day!" El said, looking towards Y/N to see if she said it correctly. When Y/N gave her a nod and thumbs up, El smiled again and looked back to Hopper.

Jim hasn't had a family in a while. And he worried he'd never feel the love for a family like he did before. He was scared he'd feel too guilty and think he was replacing his old family. But he wasn't.

The two girls in front of him were his chosen family. And he'd pick them over and over again.

"I think Jim needs a makeover too!" Y/N said, a smirk on her face as El immediately agreed.

"No!" Jim argued.

~~~

"Nice nails, Hop!" One of the officers said as Jim walked into the office.

"Shut it," Jim muttered, grabbing a donut and walking into his office.

"Are your nails pink?" Joyce asked, sitting in his chair as she waited for him to arrive.

"My girls wanted to give me a makeover. Now what's up?"

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

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[plussizefantasia]

CozyTober Day 5: Hot Chocolate or Tea

Jim Hopper x wife!reader

wc: 0.7k

warnings: literally just tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: Hopper has a special place in my heart and making him happy is the least I can do. Reblog if you enjoyed please, and I'll see you tomorrow for Day 6!

It’s no secret that Jim Hopper is not exactly a happy man. Sure he has his moments, usually when he is around his girls, but the majority of people you ask would say that the Chief of Police generally has the demeanor of a storm cloud. 

That ‘storm cloud’ is currently leaning against the sink in your shared kitchen, wearing a soft worn  New York Jets tee shirt, a pair of Levi's, and grey wool socks. He’s also sporting a comically large whipped cream mustache and pretending not to notice because it makes his daughters laugh. 

Jane’s giggles are hidden behind her own mug full to the top with hot chocolate, whipped cream, and coated with the leftover holiday sprinkles you found in the pantry from last year’s cookie-baking marathon. 

Your youngest, Emmie, though. Her laughter takes over her whole body. It comes straight from her tummy and spills out of her mouth as she throws her head back.

“Daddy!” She yells, “It’s right there!” She tries to point at his face but her shoulders are shaking far too much for her aim to be anywhere close to accurate,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about bug.” Jim takes another sip of his cocoa, making sure to really shove his face deep into the pillow of white floating on the top. 

She bursts out in new peels of laughter and he catches your gaze and winks.

Jane tries and fails to keep in a snort of her own and decides to join in on the fun. She takes a drink and comes up for air with her own, multicolored lip ornament. 

“Janie you have one too!” Emmie yells and her gaze quickly flashes between her father and her older sister. “Mommy look!” She turns to you.

“I don’t know lovebug, I don’t see anything different.” You tilt your head and look back at your little girl. 

“Mommy!” She shrieks and looks at you in disbelief. You have to use every ounce of willpower in your body to not burst out laughing at the look on her face. 

“Emmie, why don’t you show us what you mean?” Jim asks her, a faux look of innocence painting his features.

She looks down at her own Winnie the Pooh mug and steels herself, shoving her face into the whipped cream. She comes up for air a second later, with a whipped cream goatee instead of just a mustache and looks at the three of you before she starts to laugh again.

You quickly run to get the camera sitting on the entryway table next to the kitchen and hustle back. You make it just in time to snap a photo of your family, all sporting some pretty impressive cream facial hair. 

“Alright you three, maybe we drink our cocoa instead of shoving our faces into it.” You relent, grabbing a rag and wetting it in the sink next to Jim. You cross the small space to wipe off Emmie’s face before turning to Jane.

The teenager grumbles but lets you clean her off, and you quickly kiss the crown of her head as a thank you. 

Jim grabs you by your waist and hauls your back into his chest, quickly spinning you so that the two of you are chest to chest. He still has some whipped cream in his actual mustache and you use your thumb to wipe it away. Licking your thumb clean quickly after. 

Jim pulls you closer and into a soft kiss that lingers for a moment or two longer than it really should with children present.

“Mommy ew!” Emmie yells from her seat at the table. 

“Yeah guys, ew.” Jane agrees nodding in agreement at her little sister’s sentiment. 

You turn out of Jim holds and pick up your own mug from where it rested on the counter. You playfully stick your tongue out at the girls. Before taking the first sip of your drink.

Your cocoa is more warm than hot at this point but it’s still delicious. And if you make sure to tilt the mug just right so you come out with a cream ‘stache of your own that’s your own business.

“Mommy!” Emmie yells and her little giggling fit starts all over again. 

[irememberhope]

Is there a fic out there when after season 4 Steve doesn't trust/react well to Joyce and Hopper? I just think that him being the oldest and real adult left in Hawkins to deal with and protect the kids would mess him up a bit.

Like, I understand Joyce left because she wanted to protect her blood children and El, but none of the other parents are read in on the situation. She left the rest of the kids after another super traumatic experience where multiple people they knew and cared about died and only Steve, Nancy, and Robin could support them. Not to knock Nancy and Robin, but the show doesn't show them supporting the kids the way Steve does, so it all ended up on his shoulders.

Add in the fact Joyce up and abandons her kids when she learns about Hopper being alive, and then even more terrible things happen, and I feel like Steve would not trust the adults anymore and truly resist ans get upset when they try to parent him or take care of *his* kids.

So I'd anyone has fic recs or wants to write one... let me know...

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: Steve being a hidden nerd in certain ways (ei: sports, camping, outdoor stuff like camping & vegetation/botony, bugs, animals & shit) the kids losing their collective mind as Steve tells them about it. Maybe on a camping trip or something???? I especially want Hop to be impressed.

This is maybe my first request that didn't have some kind of romantic relationship Steddie. They do have a little flirty moment, but beyond that, I liked the idea of just everyone loving Steve and being so intrigued by his knowledge of all of this random nature stuff. Also, no research was done here. Like, zero. I don't know what is true and what isn't so assume none of it is. This is fiction based on fiction and we're here for a good time. I've never been to Yosemite, but it is on the list for me and Liam to go! - Mickala ❤️

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No one expected Steve to actually want to go camping. Sure, he wanted an RV, wanted to go to National Parks and see mountains and lakes and rivers, but they assumed he’d just want to stay in the RV.

They hadn’t expected him to bring tents.

They hadn’t expected him to suggest sleeping in the tents.

“But…we have an RV,” Mike said, suddenly no longer interested in their trip to Yosemite.

“To travel in. But we won’t all comfortably sleep in it. It’s made for five people at most.”

And that was that. The only people sleeping in the RV were Hopper and Joyce and Max and El, and everyone else was sleeping in tents.

The entire drive there was filled with arguments over music, arguing over who got to sit where, and Steve’s “fun facts” about the land they would be staying on.

He had apparently done quite a bit of research, or he had been hiding a whole wealth of knowledge from everyone.

His fun facts were actually interesting, and everyone quickly tuned in when he started telling them about how the mountains could be dated because of the type and color of the rocks, and how much of the sequoias had been destroyed over the last couple of decades and what they were doing to preserve what was left.

When they arrived, everyone stared in wonder at the meadow in front of them, the mountains as the backdrop to a beautiful sunset.

It would still be light for close to two hours, so they didn’t rush to set up the tents. They went on a short walk along the road they took to the campsite, Steve pointing out different types of plants and birds as they went.

Everyone was in awe of his information, but no one was as surprised as Hopper.

“Where did you learn all this?” he asked on the way back to the campsite as the kids raced each other ahead.

“I went to camp once when I was seven and then I was obsessed with nature. My parents wouldn’t let me go back to camp, but they let me get books and movies about plants and animals. In high school, I took geology and almost had a perfect grade. I just like this stuff,” Steve shrugged.

“So you only went to camp once? Is this your way of going to camp?” Hopper asked casually.

He didn’t usually ask questions that didn’t tell him something he absolutely needed to know.

“I guess. And to spend time with everyone. I like when we can all be together without hell surrounding us, ya know?” Steve admitted.

Hopper’s hand rested on his shoulder and squeezed in silent agreement.

Putting the tents up had been relatively easy, especially when Steve managed to show them a trick he taught himself when he was young and wanted to set up a tent in his backyard but never had anyone there to help him.

No one commented on how sad it was, but Steve realized it after he said it.

As everyone got their sleeping bags and lamps set up in their tents, Steve found a large rock along the edge of the creek in the meadow and sat on it, watching as the sun finally sank behind the mountains.

“Hey,” a voice startled Steve.

He relaxed when he turned to see that it was Eddie.

“Hey.”

“Mind if I sit with you for a minute? Kids are being a bit too much right now.”

“Go ahead,” Steve gestured to the spot next to him. “Not exactly a comfy seat, but the view can’t be beat.”

“Oh, so you’re rhyming now?” Eddie teased as he nudged Steve’s shoulder.

“Not on purpose,” Steve laughed. “It’s pretty great out here, though.”

“Yeah it is. You did good, Stevie.”

Steve looked over to see Eddie already smiling fondly at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And, for what it’s worth, I think it’s pretty fucking cool that you love nature so much. Nature isn’t really a good friend of mine, but it’s pretty nice to hear about it from you.”

“I’ll make an explorer out of you yet, Eds.”

Eddie looked at him with a look he hadn’t seen on anyone before, at least not towards him.

“Maybe you will, Stevie.”

Eddie only sat there for another minute before excusing himself to check that none of the kids touched his brand new acoustic guitar.

Steve sat there until it was completely dark around him, watching the land in front of him shift ever so slightly as the breeze picked up and the cicadas started their nightly song.

Robin sat down next to him, rested her head against his shoulder and sat with him in silence for a few minutes.

“It’s good to be out here. I don’t think Max ever expected to see mountains like this. She keeps asking when she can climb them,” Robin whispered.

“She does remember her legs aren’t at 100% yet still, right?” Steve asked.

“I think she’s willing to give it a go anyway. What’s the point of being here and surviving everything if you can’t even try?”

Steve nodded.

“Wanna come tell us more about the trail we’re taking tomorrow?”

“You guys wanna hear about it now?”

“Yeah. We like that you’re passionate about it.”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up at the words.

“Okay then. If you guys don’t mind. There’s supposed to be a specific type of rabbit who burrows along this specific trail during the summer and they can grow to be nearly two feet long.”

“That sounds terrifying. Come tell everyone about it,” Robin said as she got up and offered him a hand.

He took it and made his way back to the group.

Everyone listened to him talk about their plan for tomorrow, not interrupting when he got sidetracking talking about the type of trees they would see and what kind of flowers tended to bloom during this particular time of year.

When Steve and Eddie slipped into their tent an hour or so later, they could have stayed in their respective sleeping bags.

But Steve was still too eager to talk about things, so Eddie sidled up next to him in his sleeping bag and held his hand while he talked for another hour about the waterfall they’d be seeing and the type of fish that would most likely be in the river.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Nineteen: Jim Hopper + Uniform

There's something about Jim, and that's before you come to the sheriff's department to bring him lunch one afternoon.

You and Jim had been dating for a few very good months now, but you had yet to see him outside of the fancy restaurant Enzo's, at his cabin, or when you took little trips and stayed in a comfy little bed and breakfast.

You had just been yearning to see him in his whole get-up. Wanted to see if he stretched out the sheriff's shirt like he did the nice flannels he wears to Enzo's or how he stretches out the jeans how he does the sweatpants he wears.

You were in a dazed thought as you pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff's department. You aren't sure how long you'd been driving while making up dreams of what Hopper might be looking like this afternoon.

When you walked into the department you had excepted it to be crowded and filled with life, but it really wasn't. You looked out the window realizing that you might have come at a bad time. You walked towards the front desk. An older woman stood up, "What can I help you with dear?" The older woman asked.

You look down at my purse and the lunch bag you had locked in your hand. "I was… I'm wondering where I might find Sheriff Hopper?" You asked in the strongest of voices. Her face contorted for a slipt second then she just had a realization. "You must be Y/n, I'm Florence, Hopper's secretary." You release a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding on, so tightly.

"He'll be back in a few had to pick up a troubled kid, you can wait in his office," Florence says to you. You walk in stride behind her trying to keep up with the older women. Florence opens the door for you, and you turn. "How do you know me?" You ask her, She smiles "Hopper talks about you a lot even if he's not that much of a talker." With that Florence is gone, and you're left in Hopper's office.

While you wait you get his food out of the bag, placing it on the right side of the desk, and you start to look around at the walls of his office. Pictures, and photos with special people around the town when Hopper had become sheriff.

“I’m not bookin' you, son, I’m just gonna call your uncle.” You hear Hopper talking outside the office. You panic for a moment and jumble around to get into the seat across from his desk.

The door opens wide and with a pounding force on the other side. Hopper doesn’t notice you at first not until he goes to sit down and he sees food, and then your beautiful face.

“What are you… FLORENCE?” Hopper shouts. She walks fast to the door. “Oh, I forget to tell you that Y/n was here.” She leaves. Leaving Hopper standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You were gonna call somebody? Do I need to leave?” You ask him. He looks down at you. Anger and confusion melt away. “Oh hell no, stay here and then I can have lunch with ya sweetheart,” Hopper says. He settles down and reaches over for the phone.

It’s a rather short conversation with “I understand” and “It won’t happen again.”s added to almost every single other thread of conversation.

“Now let me get back to you sweetheart,” Hopper says. His voice was deeper and thicker. He gets up to the chair squealing with the weight coming off the old springs. “Stand up sweetheart,” Hopper says shutting his door and his blinds. “For privacy love.” He assures you.

You stand up. You had worn a little sun dress, one that gave off the curves of your body. Exposing most of your skin to the afternoon sun. "Do a little spin f'me." Hopper's voice is husky, sending shivers down to your core. As you spin the dress flutters up exposing more of your skin to Hopper.

"God'damn, you are so beautiful," Hopper mutters mostly to himself. You smile timidly. This is new territory. You want to ask Hopper to do a spin of his own. You want to see how he looks in his whole uniform. The light brown doesn't clash with his skin, rather makes his blue eyes sparkle.

He reaches out his hand for you to take. "Come sit on my lap?" He offers, and you take his hand. He walks softly to his chair getting comfortable before dragging you into his lap. Hopper's one thigh becomes your seat.

You talk and Hopper eats.

Hopper can feel your heat seeping through your cotton panties into his work slacks. It's driving him insane as you innocently talk about the garden behind your house, and how the kids that you do story time with at the library today were so good at listening today.

Hopper bounces his leg, bouncing you ever so slightly up and back down. You don't say anything about it at first. You nibble at your own food, not really hungry for food right now. Maybe Hopper reads your mind, or maybe something else gives it away.

Continuously Hopper bounces his leg, giving a few sharp bounces, and a few loose and slow ones. Trying to gather some sort of rhythm, that's good for both you and his leg.

Hopper finishes up the food you delivered to him, but he doesn't want you to go just yet. You go to get up after Hopper had thrown his trash into the can across the room. A large hand pulls you back down.

"Don't go just yet, baby," Hopper whispers. You nod and stay put. The bouncing of his leg hasn't stopped only getting better and better. The vibration and the force on your clit hitting the muscular thigh make your eyes go crossed. "I can feel your heat through all these layers," Hopper whispers into your ear, as he pulls your back into his chest. You try to look at him as your head rests on his shoulder.

"Jim…" a strangled moan falls from your lips. You don't ever call him by his first name unless you have far long gone in your mind. Lost to the power of your euphoria. "Are you enjoyin' yourself?" Hopper asks in a sultry tone. You moan, and press your lips into his bread-covered jawline.

Your imagination could never meet the reality of what and how Hopper feels in his uniform. You can feel the hard metal of his buckle digging into your back, but you welcome the pain of it. "Answer me, sweetheart." Hopper demands of you. "Yes… fu… yeah JIm I…" You're having a hard time expressing yourself as he grinds his kneecap into your clit. Wet panties sticking to the material of the slacks. "I bet you are sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are. You gonna make yourself cum on my thigh baby?" He whispers to you.

Your mind was already frizzy and frazzled, but now it's white-hot blank. You see nothing but the euphoric feeling that pumps through your body. You shift needing more pressure, or attention. Hopper's hands are held around your waist and pressed flush into your breast.

Your hands land on the crumb-covered part of the desk. Knuckles going white, and eyes closing tightly as you get just the right amount of pleasure from the hard muscle between your thighs. "Oh, sweetheart…" Hopper mumbles, "I can feel you, gonna cum baby? I know you are, god you're so beautiful." Hopper words are hot and push you over the edge.

Cumming through your white cotton panties and all over his uniform slacks. Your body leans, and lumps over the desks. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Hopper's large hand sprawls against your back as he rubs deep, and meaningful circles into your back to calm you.

"Fuck Hopper…" You mumble out, "Did you come just for lunch, or where you think' about somethin' else." You chuckle a little, "What… I got a little hot from your sheriff's uniform." You say back, not yet lifting yourself from the desk. "Good to know sweetheart."

Completed: 07/29/23

Posted on: 10/19/23

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[thineferalrats]

HIIIII!!!

I’m just figuring out how to work tumbler but I wanna start writing

I wanna open up requests

Characters I’ll write for:

Frank castle (MCU)

Steve rogers (MCU)

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

Negan smith (twd)

Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

Vander (arcane) <3

Silco (arcane)

Vi (arcane)

(Really any Arcane character just no minors obviously)

Adam Copeland (WWE)

Billy loomis (scream)

Stu Macher (scream)

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

Steve Harrington (stranger things)

Jim hopper (stranger things)

Logan howlett (X-men)

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

(I’ll do Polly Logan and Wade to)

Jason Dean (heathers)

Sam Winchester (supernatural)

Dean Winchester (supernatural)

Remy LeBeau (x-men)

Will Graham- Hannibal

Hannibal lector- Hannibal

Spencer Reid- Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner- Criminal Minds

Soap Mactavish- COD

Ghost (Simon Riley)- COD

John price - COD

John B (Outer banks)

JJ Maybank (outer banks)

Rafe Cameron (Outer banks)

Chris Knight (Real Genius) my personal favorite

Bruce Wayne (Batman forever)

Ice man (topgun)

Jim Hopper (Stranger things)

Eddie Munson (Stranger things)

Madmartigan (Willow)

Peeta (Hunger games)

Finnick Odair (Hunger games)

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

(I will probably add more characters later on so check back and I might have who you’re looking for later on lol)

I’ll write smut/fluff/angst, but if I’m not comfortable writing something then that’s different and I’ll let you know and maybe compromise, yippppeee

[mynameis-noe-body]

Anon request: Now that university has started what about a story where reader is studying for her exams so she and jim haven't seen each other for a week and jim start missing her so bad so on a friday night he decide to sneak up on her window and make her a surprise and spend the night and saturday morning together.

This Friday night

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Five long days at college, taking lectures, taking notes and enduring long political rallies from the most enthusiastic students. They were unavoidable if you wanted to have a social life at university. For many of them, the idea of returning home every weekend after algebra and experimental physics classes, carrying all their notes and driving across the United States to see their family again, was crazy, but you lived so close to the campus. Enough to decide to return to Hawkins and meet all your friends. So, that's what you did. While your fellow students were split between the silent, dusty corridors of the university library and the tequila-soaked nightclubs, you returned to the sleepy town where you were born and raised, to spend an evening at The Hideout — attending Eddie's concert, visiting Robin and Steve at the video store and avoiding Billy's advances whenever you decided to go swimming in the pool. You usually enjoyed having dinner with your family; your father was an incredible cook, and on Saturday evenings he enjoyed cooking for you and your mother: lasagna, fried aubergines and courgettes, ravioli with sauce, stuffed peppers, baked breaded fish fillets and so on. However, you knew when you came home that weekend that you wouldn't find them. With a resigned sigh, driving your station wagon home, listening to the latest Talking Heads LP on the radio, you sped on towards Hawkins thinking about what sad frozen food you were going to have for dinner that Friday night.

That same Friday, Jim had made his usual tour of the city centre; he had received a call from the supermarket in the afternoon to clear a traffic jam, and in the end he had parked the pick-up, entering the store for a case of water — and maybe a case of beer. He didn't expect to meet your mother at that time of day, when she usually worked in the typing office across the street. Jim and your father were longtime friends, they had met in high school and again after Jim's comeback. He had always been kind, welcoming. So the Chief had also met your mother, and you. You were just a girl when he met you for the first time — sweet sixteen, denim jacket and teased hair, pink lip gloss and backpack full of notebooks — and at the time he certainly hadn't noticed you. And he wouldn't have noticed you if you hadn't blossomed into the beautiful, young woman you had become; Jim was crazy about you. There was no other way to put it. You were damn beautiful, so incredibly smart and all your smiles were bright and clear, so pure. When Jim joined your father to watch the football or baseball championship, he would observe you sideways walking around the house always with a book under your arm, and he would just have time to move his eyes back to the TV screen, and start his lips to the beer can, before you passed through the living room, kissing your dad on the forehead and greeting him. Jim almost never spoke to you... it was already difficult to control his growing erection every time you squeezed his shoulder with your soft hand, smiling at him and asking him if he wanted something to eat. When you had enrolled in college, you had chatted like two adults for the first time, during the barbecue organized by your father. You had spoken full of enthusiasm for your future plans, he had listened to you, smiling at every word. And then, you were interested in him. Jim wouldn't have expected this; that a pretty, young, intelligent little thing shoes any interest in his life was new. You asked him about New York and his daily life in Hawkins, if he had any trips planned for the summer, and what was the last movie he watched at the cinema. Trivial things, perhaps, but it had been nice spending time with you.

So, when Jim saw your mother in the aisles of the supermarket, he immediately stopped her to ask about your weeks at college.

"What a lovely surprise to meet you here!" your mother had exclaimed. "My daughter is coming back this evening, we have just enough time to say goodbye and then my husband and I have to leave... we wanted to spend the weekend with her, but her grandmother is giving us a lot of trouble! We'll spend these days with her, in Richmond."

His eyes opened in surprise. "Free house from Friday to Sunday?" he commented, ironically. "I should expect calls then, Saturday night."

The woman laughed. "Oh no! She's a good girl, you know. And besides, exams are approaching! Surely, she'll want to be alone."

Jim thought about that last sentence all evening. She'll want to be alone. Hawkins was a quiet town, nothing alarming had ever happened... sunk on the sofa of his bungalow, overlooking the lake, Jim glanced at the time again. Nine thirty. It was already dark. The pizza box was lying empty on the coffee table, the beer was finished and yet another dull western was playing on the TV. He didn't like the idea of you being alone. And truth be told, he liked the idea of you having company even less. I'm going to check. He shook his head. It was a bad idea, although… oh screw it. I can do what I want. I'm the Chief of police. Jim grabbed the car keys and drove to your house.

At home, you had already finished dinner. In the previous days you had organized your studies, enough to be able to enjoy a relaxing weekend in complete solitude. Maybe you'd call Robin the next day, but for now... you had your ice cream, an adventure movie you rented at the store, and a half bottle of dessert wine. You didn't need anything else. You were about to finally sit down on the sofa, when someone knocked on the door.

"Coming!" you chirped, skipping towards the entrance. You would have expected anyone but him. Oh shit, you wanted to whisper under your breath. Jim Hopper. Your father's best friend... was it really so cliché to feel such a visceral attraction to a man so older than you? But you couldn't help it. Jim was attractive — his entire presence was intoxicating. His massive body, his eyes so cold and deep at the same time, his hands so big — you had to force yourself, knowing you were blushing as you admired every inch of his body. You cleared your throat and smiled. "Chief Hopper, I wasn't expecting you!" you licked your lips, for a moment. As if to savor something sinful, which you knew was forbidden. “Have you come to arrest me?”

Jim grinned. He leaned against the doorframe, shrugging. “Not until you give me reason to put you in handcuffs.” The way you blushed — so visibly — was tremendously arousing. "Your mother just happened to tell me you were home alone. I just stopped by to make sure everything was okay."

You smiled widely. "Very thoughtful. I was about to watch a movie, actually. Come join me, come on." You turned your back to him, expecting him to follow. Hearing the door close behind him, you allowed yourself a deep breath. "Take a seat!" you exclaimed.

Jim didn't expect this. His muscles had reacted before he could even think — and thinking would have been harmful. Every single thing about that situation suggested a forbidden outcome… but he walked into the living room, sitting on the couch and stretching his back a moment before seeing you arrive with a six-pack of beer in your hand.

“Hope it's enough” you said, sitting down next to him.

Too close. Jim took a deep breath and smiled tightly, grabbing a can. On television you were watching Indiana Jones. "God, this teen movie gives me headaches" he said, shaking his head.

You laughed. “The choice was between this, Rocky and Gone with the Wind.”

"Christ, that Harrington guy is busy at the video store..."

His laugh sounded deep and lovely. You looked at him fascinated, turned towards him without paying any attention to the television, while he lit a cigarette. You would have loved to be that same cigarette, held between his lips, wet from the tip of his tongue... Jim barely looked at you. "What's up?"

You shook your head, smiling. “I missed this.”

"This what? Hawkins?" he blew out a cloud of smoke. "Indiana Jones?"

“Having you at home” you replied, whispering with a smile. Curling your legs up on the couch cushion, Jim noticed how close you were; the long shirt had ridden up enough to show your smooth thighs — he wanted to squeeze them in his entire hand, caress them everywhere, bite into them until he left marks. You're sick, Jesus Christ. But your smile grew bigger with your soft laugh. "Yes, having you here. I enjoyed talking to you, those few times."

"Yeah?" his voice was rough. And while you wondered if it's because of the cigarette, he knew it was only because of you. “Don't you prefer Steve's videotapes?”

"Don't be mean, Steve is a good guy."

"And that's what you're interested in? The good guys?"

“Not really” you said. You inhaled deeply, moving closer slowly, now you could almost touch each other. "The boys I'm interested in should be..."

Your hand caressed the collar of his shirt. Jim looked at you intently, unable to look away from your oh-so-scarlet cheeks, your lips so inviting, your breasts hidden under your shirt. He wanted to touch you everywhere — and it was so wrong, so transgressive, he madly wanted you. And you weren't doing anything to stop it.

"What should they be like?" he breathed.

You looked down, suddenly shy. "Well, would be better if they were the Chief of Police in Hawkins, for example."

Jim let you do it. In fact, he imperceptibly spread his legs when you decided to get on him, straddling his lap. You were beautiful, devastating. He wanted to tear every inch of fabric from your body and wrap you around himself... but his hands resisted, squeezing your hips with enough force to leave a mark. He was fucking hoping to leave them.

“You don't know what you're doing, kid.”

You grinned. "I haven't been a kid for a while, Hop."

Your lips fell on him, attacking him with all your passion. His hands were everywhere. They tore your shirt, took your soft young breasts in his palm, squeezed the firm and sensitive nipples between calloused fingertips until you squeaked. A small creature in the jaws of the wolf. Jim was ravenous. His tongue pushed into your mouth, he tasted every nuance of your skin, letting his mouth slide over your cheeks, your neck, he bit your lips and sucked them between his. It was delicious, sinful, wrong — fucking perfect.

Jim took off his shirt, unzipping his pants as the rest of your clothes fell to the floor. You were crazy, stuck together — he pulled you against his chest, slamming you into the couch cushions, falling on top of you and attacking your neck. His mouth was rough and his beard scratched every corner of your skin. "Christ — sweetheart. You're driving me crazy."

You moaned, he almost came at the sound of your desire-filled breaths. “Yes — oh, please — I want you so much, please.”

"'s that so?" Jim left bruises on your skin with every kiss, gripping your hips tightly as his lips slid south of your body. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your buttocks. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Get fucked on this couch?"

But you shook your head, your legs slowly opening, begging for his hands on your sweet sex. "No — just you. Jim, please. Touch me!" your desperate moan.

You felt his smile on your skin. He left a trail of small kisses on your groin, before caressing your soft lips and bathing your intimacy with his fingertips. You clung to him, to the feeling of his strong, intense body against yours; Jim was immense, his massive chest pushed you against the pillows, you had no escape. God, it felt good to be his. Lying beneath him, his two fingers swirling around that knot of nerves, you moaned deliciously and trembled.

Jim kissed you again. “Do you really want this?” He growled. "You want my fingers inside you? Do you — oh, you're so fucking wet, baby — do you want me to fuck you here, now?" and you nodded, opening your legs against his, begging for his touch. He chuckled, before digging into your neck and kissing you, sucking leaving red marks everywhere.

“Jim” you breathed his name.

"What is it, baby?"

"Jim — please. Your fingers, I wanna come!"

And his fingers entered you, thick and delicious, arching perfectly against the point that released all your pleasure. You clung to him, breathing in the scent of his body. He pushed them harder, deeper, squeezing and biting your shoulder, your breast, he swirled the tip of his tongue over your sensitive nipples. And when you were perfectly wet, completely shaken by the pleasure... "Good girl. Come — come for me" he growled.

And so you came, on his fingers. You kissed him, with all the passion and desperation of the moment, sliding your fingers over his bare chest.

“Darling, you kill me” Jim whispered against your lips, between kisses.

You smiled. "Not yet, love. Let me—"

You climbed on top of him, climbing up his body and sliding over his every muscle. Jim was big, and exciting, absolutely delicious. And you wanted to use your lips on him. His fingers combed through your hair as you moved down, tightening it tighter and tighter. "Oh fuck — baby, if you do that — ah — I don't think I can resist. You are, god —"

"I know, love." You kissed his bare thigh. "You don't have to resist. Just let go."

God, he was big. Thick and so — oh so hard. Fucking aching. And you would have alleviated all his pains: your lips opened on him like flower petals, welcomed him in the soft warmth of your mouth and, breathing deeply, wetting yourself up to your chin with saliva, you took him all. Jim groaned loudly, gripping your hair until it hurt, but it was perfect. You were completely his, and at the same time you had total control over his pleasure. You just wanted to taste him on your tongue. And you sucked it, without breathing, letting yourself be guided by his voracious, greedy hand, pushing you hard to take it all the way down your throat.

"Ah — god, sweetheart, you're going to make me — oh shit, I'm going to —"

Yes. You all wanted it. And you kept taking it all, sucking, licking until...

"Fuck!"

And with his orgasm, silence fell again.

You and Jim found yourselves a couple of hours later still naked, tired, exhausted to be honest. You lay next to each other on your bed, the sheets sweaty and undone just like the two of you. But Jim held you close to his chest, caressing your bare back and there was nothing you could want more.

You kissed his neck, and felt his smile. "Stay this weekend."

He inhaled cigarette smoke, and nodded. "I'll stay as long as you want."

"And I'll be back next weekend too."

Jim laughed. He kissed you hard on the lips and turned off the light, to sleep with you. Every weekend with you would be beautiful... he closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. He didn't confess to you that every minute spent together — as crazy as he was with desire — would be absolutely, totally perfect.

[ashwhowrites]

A story request where hopper is your dad's best friend and you definitely should not be attracted to him and the same goes with him, he should definitely not be attracted to you because of your big age gap but at the end they don’t care about what people would say about them and they start being together after days of teasing. Thank you in advance🫶🏻

I love me some Hopper and an age gap fic. I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3

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Dad's best friend

Jim Hopper, many know him as the chief of police, some know him as El's dad, but Y/N knew him as the man in her wet dreams. The man she has been attracted to since she met him at sixteen, and she knew how wrong it was. She was too young for him and he was her best friend's dad. But she was a young girl and it was a tiny crush, she'd be over it in no time.

Now, she was twenty-one and still crushing on Jim Hopper, even worse than before. She always found him attractive, but now he was fit, lean, and even more handsome than before. She felt like she could barely control herself when she was near him. All she thought about was him bending her over and screaming his name for hours. She wanted him to cuff her to the bed and ruin her for hours. His deep voice growled in her ear as he emptied himself inside of her.

But that would never happen, because it was wrong. Yet, she found herself flirting with him whenever she could. She loved the pissed-off look on his face, but the hungry look in his eyes. He wanted her too.

Liking a girl that was many years younger than him was something Hopper struggled with for years. His best friend's daughter Y/N has been prancing around him since the second she was eighteen.

He knew it was so wrong to be attracted to her, but he couldn't help it. He tried to brush off her advances toward him. Ignoring her flirtatious looks and the lust in her eyes. He had to fight himself every day not to take her right where she stood and ruin her.

~~~

On her twenty-second birthday, she was out of patience. She didn't care what people thought of them or how much her date would hate it. She just needed to have him, even if it was just one time.

She knocked on his door, praying El wasn't home. Hopper opened the door and he didn't look surprised to see her there.

"Is El home?" She asked, he looked at her confused and shook his head no.

"Good." She said, then threw her arms over his shoulders and smashed her lips on his. She tried not to think, just focusing on the feeling of his lips and his beard scratching her skin.

Hopper wanted to pull away, he knew he should have pulled away, but he found himself grabbing the back of her thighs, lifting her, and slamming her against the wall. He closed the door with his foot, smashing his lips against hers. His big hands held her thighs as she locked her ankles around him.

His tongue pushed into her mouth and she moaned at the taste of him. The mixture of beer and cigarettes was the best thing she's ever tasted. Her hands moved up to his shaved head and clawed down his neck. She rolled her hips against him, loving the deep grunt that left his throat.

They knew they'd have to hear about the town hating their relationship, and that many wouldn't accept it. But they didn't care, she wanted to be with him and he wanted to be with her.

~~~

After a few months of being together, they knew they made the right choice. El loved their relationship and loved having Y/N around. Y/N was young enough to enjoy the same things with El and Hopper loved watching them connect.

The town had negative things to say about her and things to say about him being the chief. But he focused on the laughs and smiles that were shared at the dinner table. He loved cleaning up the kitchen as Y/n sang quietly. He loved sneaking under the covers when El went to bed.

Hopper had the small family he's been looking for.

[gripefroot]

Jim Hopper romancing the waitress at his favourite diner; Jim Hopper and a cozy, romantic Christmas setting; Jim Hopper finally following his true dreams and opening a food truck; Jim Hopper doing anything. ANYTHING.

(Anything? Deeply considered an 1800s!Whaler AU, so thank you for that.)

It was difficult to pick out the worst part of her evening. 

Her soaking-wet apron and skirt from a spilled milkshake; docked tips for a burned cheeseburger that she hadn’t even cooked; only delivered; or her ex-fiancé that had shown up at the back door of the diner. He’d hollered for her for hours, apparently, until a cook hollered at her to get rid of him or he’d call the police. After spending twenty minutes physically shoving that menace away from the door, the manager had chewed her out for taking too long of a break. An extra ten minutes to sob in the bathroom had been necessary after that, mopping her tears with her stained apron until her cheeks were sticky from sugar. Then she’d straightened her hair and the jaunty hat of the diner uniform and gone back to work. 

Wear that cap like a crown, Grandpa had coached her long ago. He’d thought, as she had, that a year or two of working at the diner between beauty pageants would earn her enough to splurge on the prettiest gowns. And then he’d died and she’d stopped competing and it had been a good ten years since she walked through the diner door bright-eyed and full of dreams. 

Only three hours until closing. She could do anything for three hours. 

Why was it so packed? It was a Monday night, usually one of the slower shifts, but after seeing elbow-to-elbow customers at the bar and shrieks from families in the booths, she nearly started to cry again. 

You’re a princess, don’t forget that, bunny. Whatever you wear, make it your gown and crown.

Gown and crown. A dirty uniform and an itchy hat. 

A deep, trembling breath rattled her lungs. Pad and pencil in her pocket, and she marched to a table of new customers. 

Two hours left. 

Ninety minutes left. 

One hour left. 

Not that she had much to look forward to at home. Home had lost its hominess after Grandpa died. Now it was four walls and a roof, paid for and inherited, with blankets crocheted by a grandmother she hadn’t met and a photograph of her long-dead mother covering the only unfaded section of wallpaper in the kitchen. It was the ghosts she hadn’t known or hadn’t had the chance to love that haunted her the most. 

Time slowed. 

Fifty-five minutes left.

Fifty minutes. 

Forty-five.

Nearing closing time didn’t slow down the work. There were still tables to be bussed; dirty dishes to be stacked and cups to be dumped and more spills and stains waiting to make her dress and apron more worthy of a rag pile. She straightened napkin holders and salt and pepper shakers and shook ketchup bottles. 

With a heave, she got a towering stack of dishes to the sink behind the counter. All of her customers had left; the ones remaining were Janie’s. They’d argue, after everyone had gone, whose job was worse: convincing lingering customers to get, or accidentally plunging one’s hand into lukewarm steak sauce. 

She yanked on the faucet for a stream of water, plunging her hand in to wash off said steak sauce bit by bit. 

“Have a nice night!” Janie, at least, would get tips. Tips that rattled right into her apron pocket as she whisked away more dishes to add to the tower. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I’ll split with you.” 

She smiled, and said nothing. 

“Speaking of,” Janie went on, emptying a few glasses of ice and watered-down Coke into the sink. “That fellow over there has been looking at you like you’re on the menu.” 

“Yeah, right. I bet it’s my skirt that did him in.” Ruefully she showed Janie her stained apron. Janie’s eyes went wide. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? I have an extra apron in the back…”

“It got my skirt, too.”

“A clean apron would have covered it!” 

And then she would have had to wash and iron a second apron to return Janie’s to her. More work, more work, more work. 

“Well,” Janie said. “At least tell him whether you’re on the menu or not, then he can leave.” 

The he in question sat near the middle of the counter, a pie crust left on his plate. Her eyes went from his dishes to his elbows on the counter (rude) to massive paws of hands covering the lower half of his face. Up and up: he was watching her, just as Janie had warned. Good heavens. 

She dried her hands on the damp towel hanging by the sink, put on her well-practiced false smile, and approached him. These things were best dealt with swiftly and confidently. 

“I’ll take that for you,” she chirped, taking away his plate. 

He lowered his hands, exposing the remainder of his face. He needed a shave and a trim, but not bad looking, overall. And he looked familiar. The glint of the suddenly-visible badge on his chest confirmed it—the police officer from a few towns over. Unusual for him to come this way, but not unheard of. “Thank you,” he said. 

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” 

“Uh…yeah.” The man smiled. Not, not a smile: a grin. There was a difference, when you’d worked in a diner this long. This was a bonafide, ear-to-ear grin like a teenage boy that had just successfully hotwired his first Mustang. “I was wondering…what’s a guy gotta do to get you to go on a date with him?” 

Brazen, wasn’t he? Her smile was frozen in place. It was a thin line between chasing away customers and not opening oneself for business. She took a few steps back to the sink, running the plate beneath the faucet. 

“Ask, probably.” Not a no, not a giggle and battered lashes. Thin line. 

The man watched her a moment more. “You busy?” 

Startled, she dropped the plate in the sink. And left it there. “Am I busy?” She took another plate from the stack, scraping soggy fries into the trash bin beneath the sink. He said nothing, and she didn’t, either. Anything bound to come out of her mouth at that point would be unkind. So she took another plate, and another, and another, casting him a pointed look that missed the mark completely. 

“Yeah!” he said. “It’s a valid question!” 

Speak for yourself, was her bitter, unspoken response. Rinsing off the dishes meant droplets sticking to her bare arms, usually tainted with sticky sauce that would have her running to the bath first thing when she got home. No matter how tired she was, she was never so tired that she would crawl into bed dirty. 

“Yes,” she said at last, refreshing her smile to meet the man’s gaze square and sure. “I am busy.” 

His lips stuck out, in a purse or in thought. She didn’t know, and she couldn’t bring herself to care. A glance at the clock: ten minutes until closing. 

“I see,” the man said. “I’m sorry for bothering you.” 

That was new. She stopped, staring as he got out his wallet to tug out a few bills. He only looked at her once more, with an apologetic smile, before tossing money onto the counter and climbing off the stool. 

“Have a good night,” he said. 

Well! How about that! 

Shaking her head, she went back to the dishes. The rinsed stack grew, the trash bin filled, and her arms got wetter and wetter. The bell above the door chimed for a final time, Janie locking the door and pulling down the blinds. 

The tub was empty. With a sigh she turned off the faucet, fingers soft from the water, and started stacking the dishes back inside. 

“I’ll be back for the rest,” she said to Janie, who was closing the blinds behind the booths. Hoisting the tub up, she went to the door to the kitchen and went through elbow-first, the stink of fry oil making her tongue feel gross. 

“Sorry about that burger,” said the man at the griddle. Faithfully he dragged his spatula over the burned bits, scraping them into a trash can. 

“It’s okay, Paul,” she said. “Don’t worry about it.”

But Paul got a full paycheck without tips. She didn’t. It wasn’t worth pointing that out. 

Louis and Mike chatted by the refrigerator. Around the corner to where Mary would be washing the dishes, and—

She stopped in her tracks. 

The police officer man was elbow-deep in suds, Marry sitting on an upturned bucket as she fanned herself with an outdated menu. 

“Just put them in,” Mary said. “He won’t mind.” 

The man turned. He smiled for a split second before turning back. 

She stared at Mary. Maryjust shrugged. The dishes were getting heavy. 

“Don’t ask me,” Mary said. “He volunteered.”

But why?

Feet still planted where she stood, she could do no more than gawk as the man turned on his heel and took the tub of dishes from her. “No need to make a ceremony of it,” he said. This time he didn’t grin, but he smiled. It was a much more comforting expression. She surrendered the dishes weakly, hands falling to her sides. 

Well, it wasn’t any of her business, anyway. Customers sometimes stuck around to help with one chore or another, out of boredom or kindness or a million other things. This man’s angle—for he surely had one—could be any one of them. And it had nothing to do with her. 

“I was just telling Jim here about that crazy fellow of yours making a racket earlier,” Mary said cheerily. A break made her chatty. “He said next time he’ll remove the fellow for you.” 

“We get the deputy from Pint Nevre, when we need one,” she said. 

“I’m out here regularly, anyway,” the man said over his shoulder. “No skin off my teeth.” 

Unsure of why he was helping, or wanting to help again, or why he’d stayed or why she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his thick shoulders moving with his scrubbing each plate to put on the drying rack—she wrung her apron in her hands. Dry, but stiff, and it would make her hands smell like chocolate. 

The man looked back again. He was smiling again. “Just ask for Jim,” he said. “Jim Hopper.”

[stevesxyellowxsweater]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

So I had an unfortunate accident with my inbox and managed to delete my requests (sorry guys) So here is a post to shout out that I'm opening requests. One shots, Head canons, mood boards, they are all open and I'd love some requests beautiful people. Or if you can't think of anything, you could just always drop me some questions or have a chat. I don't mind just come give me some love!

[plussizefantasia]

CozyTober 2024

Here's the lineup for this year's spooky, comfy, cozy writing challenge. I got this list from @bigtreefest and really like the ideas that I got from it. If any of these catch your eye let me know and I'll add you to the taglist, other than that just enjoy the next month's worth of blurbs and one-shots full of all the fantastic fall vibes!

p.s. the divider featured on all my cozytober fics is from @strangergraphics

Day 1: Borrowing a Sweatshirt or Coat: Logan Howlett x F! reader

Day 2: Wrapped in a Soft Fuzzy Blanket: Fili x Hobbit!reader

Day 3: Chilly Fall Day: Eddie Munson x gf!Reader

Day 4: The slight smell of smoke in the air: Eliot Spencer x Reader

Day 5: Hot Chocolate or Tea: Jim Hopper x wife!reader

Day 6: Cuddles after a bad day: Jake Jensen x gf!Reader

Day 7: The Smell of Fresh Baked Goods: Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader

Day 8: Apple Cider Donuts: Dad!Steve Rogers x mom!reader

Day 9: Fall Road Trip: Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 10: Unsanctioned Halloween Party: Tony Stark x wife!reader, Platonic Peter Parker x reader

Day 11: Last Minute Family Gathering: Steve Harrington x gf!reader

Day 12: Cozy Coffee Shop: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 13: Game Night : Eddie Munson x gf!reader

Day 14: Playing in the leaves: Benedict Bridgerton x wife!reader

Day 15: Visits from the dead: Matt Murdock x ghost!reader

Day 16: Facing your fears: Curtis Everett x reader

Day 17: Spooky Stories: Sam Uley x imprint!reader

Day 18: Trick or Treating: dad!Bucky x mom!reader

Day 19: Abandoned Train Station: Logan Howlett x reader

Day 20: Rotting Things: Thorin x reader

Day 21: Haunted Hotel: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 22: Too freaked out to sleep alone: Steve Harrington x reader

Day 23: Halloween Pranks: Jake Jensen x reader

Day 24: Carving Pumpkins: Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Day 25: Ghosts of your past: Lucifer Magne x reader

Day 26: Comfort during sickness: Jim Hopper

Day 27: "Selfcare is important": Aaron Hotchner x reader

Day 28: Reconnecting: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Day 29: "Thanks for Putting up with me": Paul Lahote x reader

Day 30: Comfort Food: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 31: Reader's Choice: Congrats! if you read this far you get a chance to decide what the big finish of this year's challenge will be! All throughout October if you send me an ask with a fall prompt and a character pairing your idea will be considered for the finale!! Submissions will be accepted until October 28th.

[roxy-bat-wolf-pack]

A bit of an unusual Stranger Things oneshot request.

No ships, just Steve angst of him and Hopper having a beer after S4 and talking about shit that happened to them because Steve needs a proper father figure and a moment to be vulnerable

I don't think this was unusual. I actually really liked this idea. For Hoppers bit about Vietnam, I used real conversations I've had with Vietnam veterans for reference. I hope I did it justice. Thank you!

⚠️warnings⚠️ All of the unusual Stranger Things triggers with a focus on PTSD. Discussions of war.

Empty House

Steve

The night was coming to a close. Cars pulled from the driveway, and I was waving my final goodbyes. Dustin's waving hand shot out from the passenger window as he and his friends drove off, the sounds of the engine dying down as the car got smaller in the distance. The Byers had all gone inside, and I looked up at the setting sun, a slight breeze sending some strands of my hair in my face. My hand lingered on the keys in my pocket, and I let out a sigh. I knew I was hesitating to go home.

The sound of a bottle opening made me turn around. Jim Hopper stood there at the end of the driveway, a beer in his outstretched hand. My brows knit together in confusion, but I tried to put a polite smile on my face.

"Oh, um, sorry, I'm only 19."

Hopper let out a chuckle, which told me he wasn't having any of that.

"Yea well, I spent enough time in Russia. The drinking age there was 18." He said, pushing the bottle into my hand. "Besides, I know you drink anyway. I was chief of police remember? I've broken up parties before, and you have a good attendance record for those."

I chuckled. "Yea, I did. Not anymore." I said before taking a swig.

He gestured for me to follow him back to the bonfire. The remnants of our small gathering were now no more than a couple of lawn chairs and a dying flame.

"So you don't want to go home?" He asked.

The question was abrupt, and his ability to read me so easily caught me off guard. I thought about how to respond for a moment before finally saying

"House is empty." I waited for him to fill the silence, but he didn't. He just waited for me to continue. "It's not always easy going from a gathering like this to an empty house. Everyone here is so involved. Holding onto hope, trying to come up with a plan."

Hopper nodded. "And we all get to go home with our families. Meanwhile, your parents are...?"

I took another swig before answering, the chill from the beer starting to numb my fingertips.

"Who knows where they are? Dad goes on business trips, mom doesn't trust him to go alone."

"Yea, but what do they think of all this?" He waved his hands to gegster to the whole of Hawkins. "I mean, they think it's just an earthquake, but isn't that enough reason to come back?"

I glanced over at him and gave a humorless smile. "Perhaps if they cared. But business outside of Hawkins is booming. Hawkins has already boomed. No reason to come back. "

He nodded, showing he caught onto the real meaning of my words. We sat in silence for a moment before I worked up the courage to say what was on my mind.

"I mean, they didn't even come back for my birthday. But it's fine. I was too busy trying to survive to remember it myself. Still a cake order? A present shipped to the house? A phone call? But no, nothing."

He looked to me. "A cake order?"

It wasn't the question I was expecting, and I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"Yea. When I was little, back when mom still tried to put in the effort, I would get a strawberry cake for my birthday every year. Even when she first started traveling with dad, she would have one ordered for me. But um, not this year." I said with a shrug.

I looked over to him. His calm silence spoke volumes, allowing me room to say what was on my mind, without judgment. He just sat there. I realized he had regained some of the weight lost in Russia, and I immediately regretted my words.

"Ah hey man, I'm sorry. I'm over here complaining about missing cake this year when you went through worse. I mean, I'm just some punk kid with good party attendance, and when you were my age, you were getting drafted. I'm sorry for complai-"

"Hey, no." Hopper stopped me. "None of that."

He was looking at me now, his expression one of ginuwine concern.

"Yea, I've been through hell, especially this past year, but so have you. What's happened to you is just as real as anything I've faced."

I smiled at him and was surprised to feel a slight lump in my throat. I stayed silent to let it fall but also to give him a chance to speak.

"After Vietnam, I was angry." He started. He looked off into the distance as though he was remembering something he tried to forget.

" I didn't volunteer for Nam. Hell, hardly any of us did. It was forced on us, like this situation has been forced on the town. I'll spare you the details of what I saw out there, but oh boy, did I see it. Then I came home to people protesting my arrival. People who evaded the draft spit at the sight of me. They didn't know the stuff I had been through. Then I tried to start a family, and that," He paused, choosing his words carefully, "well, that didn't work the way I had hopped. So here I ended up. Hawkins. A town in need of a police chief and boy was I a miserable one. These people came to me day in and day out with their petty complaints. 'My neighbors not mowing their lawn, my cats missing, my son used my credit card'" He sighed. " I mean, these people had no real problems. Then... all this."

He looked at me, right into my eyes. " This is like war, son. The stuff we're facing. Only difference is you got no training for it. Any one of the things you've faced would have taken out a man like your dad."

I couldn't help the sting in my eyes. It took me a moment before I was able to speak with a steady voice.

"I worry, man. Am I doing the right thing? Letting these kids fight next to me? I mean, I worry that if I don't go with them into these situations that they will just go alone."

He laughed." Oh, I know how you feel. I adopted a kid with powers, remember?"

He sighed. " I can't stop her. Lord knows, I've tried. The only thing I can do his protect her along the way."

He smiled at me. "You're a kid too, Steve. You're only 19, and you've done so much good. You've fought so hard for the people you care about. If your father was half the man you are, well then, he'd actually be rich."

I couldn't help the tear that dripped down my cheek, thankful for the darkness that concealed it. Did we have the luxury of tears? In a time like this? I noticed then that the fire had completely died. My beer was gone before I realized, and my fingers were no longer cold.

I stood. "Thank you for your time." I said timidly, not sure how to end such a conversation. I held out my hand to him. He stood and just looked at it before pulling me in for an embrace. I couldn't remember the last time my father hugged me, but I remember it never felt like this. My father's hugs were never so caring. And just like that, it was over. Hopper waved goodbye with a

"Our house is hardly empty, so stop by any time."

I thanked him one last time before getting in my car and pulling away. I was surprised to find that I was no longer worried about being home alone.

The sun was brighter than the day before as I pulled into work. The store was empty except for Robin, who lounged behind the counter.

"Hey." I said, setting down my things.

"Oh hey." She said lazily spinning in the swivel chair. "Someone stopped by and dropped this off." She pointed with the pin in her hand twords the counter. "A delivery guy in like a chefs coat."

I looked over, curious, to the small white box on the counter. A note sat on top, and I pulled it open.

"Happy Birthday! -Hopper" was all that was scribbled on the paper. I opened the box, and a smile spread across my face.

A small strawberry cake.

Authors note: Thank you for reading, love! I take requests🦇

[steddieas-shegoes]

first off i just wanna say im loving everything youve written for ppls requests! how do u feel abt jock el? i feel like she maybe wouldnt understand sports at first and might struggle w the rules and fair play, but ends up really loving physical activity that has nothing to do w her powers, just her own hard work and sweat and skills she’s honed through practice all by herself, and the experience of being on a team. i can totally imagine her getting super competitive too, and being a super aggressive player in literally every sport. also, hopper is definitely the parent who yells at the referee and coaches during his kids games.

also i hope your day is going well whenever you see this!

Okay this was cuuuuuute. I really love the idea of El fitting in so well with sports people, but still never leaving her little group of nerds and badasses. I also love her just naturally being so good at every sport she tries because she is deeply in touch with what her body is capable of because of her powers, but never once using them. I maybe threw Wayne in a bit more than anyone would expect because I will always find a reason to do that. Also, this is a weird coincidence, but the Olympic swim trials for 2024 will take place in Indianapolis.- Mickala ❤️

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When things settle down, El goes back to school with everyone.

It’s hard at first. She never really fit in before, and she definitely doesn’t fit in now that people have seen official government security pretty much standing guard over her.

Even after they left, people still whispered when she ran errands with Joyce or Hop and went out with the rest of the party.

But she was determined to have as normal a life as she could, and that meant going to school.

High school here was better, even with the weird looks and silent bullies.

She had her friends.

She also had gym.

In California, she’d hated gym. She didn’t like getting dressed in front of everyone so she always got in trouble for taking too long. The girls in her class usually found ways to be lazy and she didn’t want to make herself more of an outcast, so she just didn’t participate most of the time.

But here, Lucas was in her gym class. So was Will, though he was a little hopeless when it came to anything beyond walking the mile.

Max was excused from gym for the rest of high school if she wanted.

Hard to argue with a letter from the literal President.

Mike and Dustin had a different period, but that was fine since they hated gym.

El didn’t hesitate to participate here.

She ran the fastest mile, always had the most push ups and pull ups, won every tetherball game. Her team always won volleyball and softball. She won every category in swimming.

The only sport she didn’t play was basketball, much to Steve’s disappointment and Lucas’ secret delight.

The coach recruited her for every sport he could, insisted that she could be the type of player that brings them championship wins.

Hopper was ecstatic, of course, especially when he saw how much El loved it.

She knew better than to use any powers, especially in competitions, but she was so naturally good, it didn’t even cross her mind that she could.

She was physically stronger than most other girls her age, and had already had so much done to her body that she could easily push through a little exhaustion during the 500 meter butterfly race or playing the entire soccer game with only one break.

She watched baseball games with Wayne and Hopper, asked if she could play.

Hopper had her signed up for softball the next day.

She saw a beach volleyball match during the Olympics and asked to play.

Hopper took her to tryouts for the school team as soon as he possibly could.

She made the swim team, made captain within a month. Steve was ecstatic, especially when she won against him every time they did a practice race. Eddie and Will were judges, and El was pretty sure it was just to see Steve shirtless, but she didn’t really mind.

She was having fun.

She was using her natural abilities to get out some of her aggression in a safe way according to Dustin.

Everyone came to her games and meets, but no one was as loud as her dad.

He was on his feet more than he was in his seat, usually pacing and yelling at refs and judges from the stands. Most people didn’t seem to care, or at least didn’t want to say anything to the reinstated police chief.

Steve was always there to remind him that El was learning, and that that was actually a penalty or that the judge was being fair on her tie with another girl in the butterfly.

Even as good as she was at just about every sport she tried, she struggled with some rules. Once they were explained in a way she understood, she was careful, but it cost her volleyball team a win in the process.

Steve helped her understand what he could, or took her to the library to look things up if he didn’t know. Wayne helped her understand the differences between softball and baseball while Eddie tried to take notes in the corner.

Actual notes.

“It’s so I know if she does good!” He explained when Wayne raised his brow at him showing interest in a sport.

To his credit, he immediately lost the notes he took and still had to ask Steve a bunch of questions at her next game.

She earned the MVP awards for every sport she played, gaining more positive attention than she’d expected. It was welcome, especially since it made a lot of people forget about the negative attention surrounding her the last few years.

Will designed shirts for everyone for her games and had Eddie get them printed at the same place he got the Hellfire Club ones made. They all wore them happily, too proud of her to not show all their support.

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Her senior year was when it hit that she had decisions to make.

She’d done fine in school; not straight A’s but never failed a class.

Sports are where she excelled.

But senior year was hard, and schedules were difficult enough without having to balance two sports at once immediately followed by two more.

The coaches did their best to offer accommodations since she was their star, but she didn’t like that. She didn’t want to be treated as “other.” That wasn’t why she did this.

So she dropped softball, much to Wayne’s heartbreak. He still smiled at her and said he was proud of everything she’d accomplished and hoped she’d still find time to come throw the ball with him.

She dropped volleyball in the spring, used the excuse that she needed to focus on swimming because she had scouts interested in giving her scholarships and the Olympic committee showed interest in recruiting her for Team USA.

Steve let her use his pool for extra practice, and usually joined her on the weekends for a morning swim, even on the still too cold mornings in February and March.

She held the Hawkins High and Indiana state records in most categories, and Midwest and National records in a few of those.

The olympic committee invited her to trials, and of course she’d enlisted Steve as her personal coach.

She trained for hours every day, Steve pushed her just enough using his new knowledge of the requirements she would have to meet to make the team and her competition.

She didn’t want everyone there, only Steve and Hopper.

She was worried having them there would put too much pressure on her and now wasn’t the time to perform poorly.

The morning of the trials, Steve let her cuddle up to his side on the couch.

“You’re ready.”

“That is not a question.”

“No, because I’m not asking. I know you’re ready,” he smiled when she rolled her eyes.

“I am ready.”

She was.

She outdid herself, actually. She ended up breaking her own record in her first event, and tied her own record in the second event.

She not only made the team, but was named captain almost immediately, the rest of her teammates incredibly excited to be on her team.

Hawkins had a parade for her, Hawkins High had a pep rally, the family had a huge party for her.

She still had to graduate high school, still competed on the high school swim team, even found time to be a lifeguard at the city pool every Friday and Saturday afternoon.

El had found her place.

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When USA won gold in every event for swimming, no one was surprised.

It’s hard to beat a team led by El.

She accepted a full ride scholarship to Purdue University, where she broke all their school records and got her degree in Physical Therapy so that she could work with athletes.

She competed in the Olympics again, winning gold in four events, silver in one.

But she always had her family there. They came from all over the country to watch, to support, wearing the same shirts that Will made years ago.

[bunnsandroses]

It is that time again where I am looking for RP partners~!

Some ground rules:

-Please be 18+ and have it clearly on your blog!!

- Be okay with semi lit responses! At least two decent sized paragraphs!

-Please be okay with Canon x OC content! I love RPing ships, but I do also really enjoy this kind of content. I will happily double and play a character for your OC as well!

- Be open to RPing suggestive topics/smut! I 100% understand if that is not your thing, so I want to let people know upfront!

Characters that I am open to play: Eddie, Steve, Jonathan, Hopper, Nancy, Robin, Joyce

Ships that I am Open to RPing, both stand alone but also as a poly situation:

Fruity Four

Steddie

Stancy

Stonathan

Jancy

Eddie x Jonathan

Ronance (I love how their ship name sounds like romance, it's so fucking cute)

Jopper

Edancy

Please PM me if interested!