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Can you write for the other characters (will, mike, robin, etc?

Absolutely! Did you have anything in mind for them? 

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Jealousy (Stranger Things Preference)

This includes Hopper, Steve, Billy, and Alexei! If you’d like me to write for the other darlings (Mike, Eleven, Joyce, Dustin, etc) you need only ask!

Jim Hopper

- He is probably the least subtle, next to Billy that is

- Jim shows more physical signs of jealousy when he notices you caught up with someone else who is obviously, and badly, flirting with you

- He stepped away for one second and found someone else hitting on you

- Jim’s jaw clenches, his pupils replacing the colour of his eyes with an angry shadow

- He hangs back for a second, assessing the situation

- Your expression of obvious discomfort sets him off and he can’t hold back any longer

- Jim leans up against the bar, standing behind you, sliding his arms around your waist

- He doesn’t say anything, instead leans down to press a kiss to your jaw, your neck

- When the intruder begins to look uncomfortable, Jim straightens up and flashes a smug smile

- “Hows about you find some other target to creep on before I shove my boot up your ass? That sound like a good plan?”

- He sulks even after the intruder has left in a hurry, holding you on his lap and bathing in your full attention

- Jim makes sure to finish what he started and kisses you with a fiercely familiar passion

Steve Harrington

- Although he tries not to get jealous, Steve usually can’t help himself if someone goes too far

- At a party, he loses track of you just for a moment to get you both drinks and returns to see one of the boys a year younger than himself hitting on you

- Steve stands there in shock

- Everyone knows you two are together, so why would this kid bother trying to get in your pants?

- When he comes to his senses, Steve saunters over with drinks in hand and stands next to you, so close that you can practically feel the annoyance rolling from him in waves

- “You about finished here?” He remarks coolly, handing you your drink

- The kid, although similar in age to Steve, scowls and puffs his chest

- “You got a problem, Harrington?”

- Steve runs his fingers through his hair, sweeping it back and smiling - though there is no humour in his expression

- “No, no problem. I was just hoping I wouldn’t have to break any noses tonight. I mean, I am wearing a white shirt, it would just be a shame to stain it.”

- Steve says all this like he’s talking about the weather, but you know him well enough to pick up on the bitter undertone in his words

- When all is said and done, Steve dramatically flicks back his hair and gives you his winning smile

- “Shall we?” He offers you his drink and you roll your eyes but knock your cup to his, laughing

Billy Hargrove

- Pity the poor fool who tries their hand at flirting with you

- You wanted nothing to do with the jock, he was leaning against your locker when you were trying to put your things away for the day

- “So, how about drinks at mine?”

- His tone is obnoxious, seeping in arrogance, as though he believes he’s the hottest catch in school

- You ignore him, shoving your things away and slinging your bag over your shoulder

- When you turn to walk away, he grips your wrist to yank you around to face him

- “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

- Big mistake

- Neither of you noticed Billy, who had “finished” class early to come find you and drive you home. He was standing nearby in the hall, his expression reminiscent of the receding ocean building into the tsunami

- His eyebrows furrowed, gaze burning a hole in the poor jock’s head, fists clenched

- When he sees the grip on your wrist, Billy shoves everyone out of his way and grabs the asshole by the collar, jerking him away and making him choke

- Billy sees red, lifting his fist and making the jock flinch, whimpering

- However, Billy doesn’t hit him, only because you’re there watching with your wide doe eyes and he doesn’t want to upset that innocent face. Though, he leans very very close to the boy and snarls,

- “Stay away from my girl, unless you want me to break your leg and finish you with my car.”

- Billy leaves with his arm around you, ignoring the boy crumpled in shock on the floor

Alexei aka Smirnoff 

- For the short time you have been dating the Russian, things have reached an intensity to where Alexei is quite forward in protecting you

- He was leaning up against your car, waiting for you to get Slurpees in the convenience store

- Alexei, excited by your presence, glimpses you inside through the wide glass doors and perks up with a smile

- However, he loses his enthusiasm when he notices an older male standing too close to you to be friendly

- Alexei bristles, tapping on the car and trying to restrain himself. He doesn’t know that this stranger is making a move on you, maybe he’s just asking a question

- You turn around to head to the counter and Alexei recognises the panic in your eyes as the male trails behind you, with what appears to be the traces of a smirk on his face

- Alexei scrambles away from the car, impatiently waiting for the automatic doors to open and darts inside

- He grasps your hand, tugging you behind him and swivelling to face the stranger

- “Oh, is this your boyfriend? Not much to look at, sweetheart.”

- The strange male laughs, and though Alexei doesn’t quite understand, he recognises the condescending tone and the way you shrink back behind him, squeezing his hand

- Alexei scowls, gently releasing your hand as the stranger takes a step closer and reaches for you, ranting about how you need a “real man”

- Although he might not be as tall as the stranger, Alexei hits him, hard enough to stun him

- When the man doubles over, Alexei kicks his knee and forces him to kneel, at which point your furious Russian lover grabs the man’s shirt and glares

- “отвали.” Alexei hisses in warning, and launches into a string of explicit words that neither you nor the bloody lipped stranger understand

- It doesn’t take a translator, however, to comprehend that Alexei is threatening to do some very uncomfortable things to the man should he dare to upset his “люби́мая“

(i’m still learning russian, so please bear with me! x )

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Caramel (Jim Hopper x Reader fluff)

This is just a silly idea I had while at work, but I hope it makes you smile!

It was a very slow, quiet day, nothing much happening at all. It was wonderful. You were immensely grateful for the chance to simply lounge about in your sweats in the morning sun streaming in, hair pulled back, occasionally gazing with a deep fondness for the man - the officer - on the couch. He was watching some shitty daytime show, but his eyes were unfocused. Jim was tired, both of you were, and so it was comfortable silence in which you enjoyed each other’s company.

You started to swing your legs a little, sat on the kitchen counter. The only thing occupying your mind was your partner, and the sweet little caramels you occasionally popped into your mouth. They dissolved on your tongue, making it very difficult to resist just one more. Instead, you had nearly finished them.

It left a sweet and slightly salty taste in your mouth and, as you happened to glance over at Hopper, an idea came to mind. 

“Hey, Hop, come here.” You called over the low murmurings of the television. He didn’t stir for a moment, then his eyes snapped in your direction as though you’d pulled him from a deep thought. His only reply was a grunt, a questionable tone, though his expression was nothing but soft for you.

“Come on, trust me!” You added, cooing. “Please.” 

With a dramatic roll of his eyes and a heavy sigh for effect, he hauled himself off the couch and towards you, the corners of his mouth curled in the ghost of a smile.

“What do you want?” Hopper teasingly put on his chief voice as he stood in front of you. Sat on the counter, you were eye level with him, and your hands smoothed down the front of his shirt.

Your gaze darted to the floor as a smile spread across your face. “Well, I just wanted to kiss you, but if you’re not interested-”

“Whoa, I never said that!” He interjected quickly, eyes wide. You laughed at the sight and he shot you a look, standing between your thighs with his hands pressed either side of your hips on the kitchen bench. 

“I was just curious, is all, ‘bout something.” You adopted a more sheepish expression, warmth creeping up your neck. If you were honest, you wanted to see if he could taste the sweet candy, something you’d never thought to wonder before. Hopper grinned, shaking his head lightly.

“Hm.” He mused, touching your chin lightly with one finger and pressing his lips to yours. It was a lazy kiss, warm and familiar. His scruff left a bite on your skin, but you were used to the sensation and the marks it often left on your body.

But he grew restless quickly, pushing forward and lightly grazing your lip with his teeth. He never kissed you in one way, it was always a form of emotion for him. Jim’s kisses could be hot and angry, or soft and quiet, but today it was nothing short of perfect.

Only when you both needed breath did he pull back, drawing in air with rapid puffs. His eyes were dark, clouding out the blue and giving him a predatory demeanour. Neither of you said anything for a long second, then he broke the silence with a lopsided smile.

“I really like caramel.”