#hopper x daughter!

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Criminal love

I had this idea and have been working on it since August... and it's finally here! I hope you can take the time to give it a read. And if you do, I hope you like it 🤞🏻I'm really proud of this one and if you could give it some love, it would mean the world❤️

Criminal Eddie Munson x Hopper Daughter reader- Y/N visits her dad all the time at work, usually to deliver donuts but a certain prisoner catches her eye...and she seems to catch his

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Y/N never got in trouble, with her dad being the sheriff of Hawkins, she had eyes on her constantly. Jim was a good dad but very overprotective. He had strict rules and sheltered both his daughters from the world, especially boys.

Y/N never got to have a boyfriend, boys were not allowed into the house until El and Mike got together. Y/N was jealous that El got to have a relationship before she did, it was unfair.

Y/N carried a box of donuts as she walked into the police station, smiling at all of her dad's coworkers as she made her way to his office. She knocked on the door and let herself in, shocked to see a boy cuffed to the table.

"Sorry!" She said, closing the door behind her

"It's alright. Come on it, I'm starving," Jim groaned

She opened the door and walked in, she kept her focus on her dad as she placed the box on his desk. She felt the boy's eyes burning into her and she fought with everything in her to not look.

"Sherif Hopper, Byers is here to see you," the front desk lady said before she walked back out. Jim sighed and took a big bite out of his donut.

"I'll be right back, don't do anything stupid," he spoke with a mouthful and Y/N cringed when pieces of food fell down his uniform. She went to follow behind her dad as he walked out the door but a deep voice came from behind her.

"You mind handing me one of those?"

She turned around, and her eyes met the stranger. He looked young, around her age, with dark eyes and dark long hair. He was extremely attractive.

"Uh sure," she said, a little uneasy as she reached for a chocolate frosted donut. She grabbed a napkin and placed it in front of him. His right hand was cuffed to the table, and his left was free to pick up the donut. She silently watched as he bit the donut, groaning in bliss at the taste.

"Delicious, thank you, gorgeous." He said with a wink, smirking as he took another bite.

She felt her face burn and looked away. His dark eyes felt like he was lighting her on fire. She coughed and turned around, reaching for the door.

"What's your name, baby?" He asked. She ignored the way her body jolted from the nickname and the way it made her throb in between her legs.

"Um, Y/N. Yours?" She asked, turning back around.

Looking at him again, she could have sworn he was the most beautiful yet sexiest guy she had ever seen. But he obviously was trouble and she shouldn't get involved.

"Eddie"

"Alright, see ya later, kid," Jim said as he came back into the room, softly pushing her out.

Y/N rested her head against the door as she caught her breath.

~~~

Y/N secretly hoped that wouldn't be the last time she saw Eddie, and it wasn't.

Every once and awhile he'd be in that chair, cuffed to the side with a big smile on his face when he looked at her. She blushed at the way he'd wink when her dad wasn't looking as she walked out.

The more she saw him, the more she got excited to bring her dad those damn donuts. She might have been a little guilty of fixing her hair and adding light touches of makeup. And extra guilty for wearing clothes to catch his attention.

He took the bait, no shame when he'd check her out. She could feel his eyes burning into her as she talked to her dad. She loved the way he licked his lips and gave her a nod before she left. It was a silent conversation with just their eyes, and she hoped her dad couldn't sense the sexual tension they created.

After a few too many strikes, Eddie got thrown behind the bars. Y/N dropped off the donuts, a little bummed Eddie wasn't in the chair. But she didn't want to sound suspicious so she didn't say anything. Just walked back out. But then she swore she could hear his voice down the hall. She looked over her shoulder before she snuck down the hallway. She ignored the prisoners behind the bars, searching for the familiar boy. He wasn't talking anymore so she wasn't sure how close she was to finding him.

Until he found her

"Pretty girl coming to see me?"

She smiled without realizing, turning her head to the right and there he was. She purred at how attractive he looked in an orange jumpsuit, his tattoos on display and his arms hanging out of the bars.

"Guilty. Hopper had enough of you in his office?" She teased, walking up to his cell.

"Seems that way. I was bummed I wouldn't be seeing ya anymore. Glad you got curious," he flirted with a smirk.

"That would be a shame. Especially after I just bought this skirt," she flirted, twirling slowly as her short skirt flowed under her thighs.

Eddie couldn't help but growl as he watched her skin become more exposed. He barely knew anything about her but he'd do anything for her.

"It's a shame there's bars in the middle of us, because I'd love to see how it looked bunched up in my hands," he said, flexing out his hands. She shivered when his skin softly brushed hers.

She never felt this way before. She never felt so sexually frustrated, and wanted a boy she barely knew. She was usually good. But God she wanted to do so many bad things with him and to him.

She looked over her shoulder to make sure the hallway was clear.

"One second!" She said

Eddie watched as she walked fast down the hallway, she was gone for a few seconds but came back.

She had a folded piece of paper in her hand. She walked in front of him and placed it in his hand.

"When you get out, come find me. First window on the right." She said with a wink.

~~~

Eddie did just as he was told. The second he was out, he was racing to the address on the piece of paper. He looked for her window, stepping up on his tiptoes to peek inside. There she was, sitting on her bed as she flipped through a magazine.

Eddie gave a slight knock on the window. She jumped at the sound and her head snapped to look at the window. A smile on her face when she realized who it was.

She got off the bed and closed her door, locking it before she walked over to the window. She slid it open and allowed him to jump up and climb in.

"Cute PJs," he said, smirking as he sent her a wink. She blushed as she looked down, realizing she was in baby pink shorts and a matching tank top.

"Thanks," she said shyly. She sucked in her breath when he stepped closer, his right hand came down to land on her hip. His thumb rubbed the skin that showed under her tank top. She shivered at the feeling of his touch on her skin.

"Is there a reason you wanted me here?" he whispered, he turned his head as he slowly leaned in. She watched as his eyes looked down at her lips, and she couldn't help but look at his in return.

"Don't be all shy now, pretty little thing," he taunted, a playful smirk on his face. "You wanted a little taste of danger, huh?"

"Yes" she admitted, she moved her head closer to his, looking down at his lips again. He took that as a green light and closed the gap between them. She moaned as his warm lips planted on hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

She wasn't sure what she was doing. Letting a random boy, who has trouble with the law, in her bedroom and making out with him.

His rough hands felt soft against her skin, raising goosebumps all over her body. With their tongues tied together, they moved to her bed. His back was against the mattress as she sat on his lap. She couldn't help but feel proud as she felt his cock against her thigh.

She moaned into his mouth as his hands ran up her thighs, moving to cup her ass. He squeezed the skin in his hands, loving the martial of her small shorts against his skin. Her sounds were angelic and her voice was sweet.

Her kiss was innocent and slow, making Eddie crave more and more.

Eddie moaned when her hands slid under his shirt slowly moving further down...down a little more...and-

"Why is this door locked?"

Y/N and Eddie jumped apart as the doorknob rattled. Y/N quickly slid off Eddie and began to panic.

"One second!" She squeaked

"Uh oh, is that Sherrif Hopper?" Eddie teased a sexy smirk that Y/N wanted to feel against the inside of her thighs.

"Out the window, now!" Y/N whispered, pushing his body off her bed

"Y/N, I am giving you three seconds to open this goddamn door!"

"Daddy is getting mad," Eddie continued to tease, slowly getting off the bed

"Eddie, please just go!" She whispered as she walked towards her door.

The door flew open and Y/N froze in fear. She didn't want to turn around. Hopper's eyes scanned the room then landed on her.

"Talking to yourself in here?" He asked, looking behind the door.

Y/N turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see Eddie.

"Yeah! Just running through a presentation for class."

"Well, you know not to lock doors at bedtime"

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again," Y/N said, Hopper nodded then walked back out. She softly closed the door and sighed in relief.

She went to her window and locked it when she noticed a small piece of paper on the ledge. A smile on her face as it was Eddie's phone number written in his messy handwriting.

~~~

The next night her dad was working the late shift and El was already in her room sleeping. Y/N waited all day to call Eddie but knew it had to be when her dad wasn't home.

Once she heard his car pull off, she raced into her bedroom, locking the door, and grabbing the phone next to her bed.

She typed in the number that was written on the paper and held her breath as it began to ring. She eyed her alarm clock, it was pretty late. What if he wasn't even awake? Oh God, what if she wakes him up! Before she could panic and hang up, the line was answered.

"Eddie Munson, who's this?"

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She wasn't even in person with him and he had her so nervous.

"It's uh Y/N, I thought I should give the number you left a call," she said

Eddie smiled as he could hear the nervousness in her voice.

"I'm glad you called, I was scared you didn't get it," he chuckled

"Yeah, I wanted to call sooner but had to wait for Dad to leave for work," Y/N nervously laughed

"Oh, sneaking phone calls for me now? I'm starting to feel special," he teased. He could picture her face burning and biting her lip

She adjusted herself on her bed as she chewed on her bottom lip

"If you get to feel special, I think I deserve to feel special too, don't you think?"

"Oh baby, I could spend hours making you feel very damn special," the way he said special made her believe he was alluding to something else. She bit back a whine as she tried not to seem flustered. "You wearing those cute pj's again?"

"Uh no," she said quietly, looking down at herself

"Then what are you wearing?"

Her breath got caught in the back of her throat. She let out a small cough as she felt like she was choking. She shivered as his dark laugh filled her ear, he was laughing at her and it turned her on.

"You go first," she said, trying to buy herself time as her brain felt like it was melting.

"A towel and nothing else,"

Y/N couldn't bite back her whine this time, the sound escaping her. She was guilty of picturing it in her head and clenched her thighs. "I'm in my underwear and a T-shirt," Y/N finally got the confidence to say. Eddie let out a deep moan and Y/N felt her stomach twist.

"I can picture how amazing you look right now. Those legs are on display, nice and smooth. And from your whines I'm assuming you are a little turned on. Are your legs pressed together?"

She froze, it was like he was in the room with her. Her body was heating up and she was quick to unclench her legs.

"I bet your pussy is aching right now isn't it?"

He could hear her breathing getting heavier and he smirked. "It's okay, I'm aching right now for you too. I wish I was there to ease the ache. Rub that clit and make you shake."

Her brain shut off when she heard a low moan leave his mouth. Then the moans continued and she could hear his breathing pick up.

"I wish you were here too," she moaned. What's the point in acting like she didn't want him to ruin her. She didn't care if he could guess her every move, all she could focus on was how badly her body needed him.

"Yeah? If I was there, what would you want me to do?" He asked, he reached into his nightstand and grabbed his lotion. He yanked off his towel and laid on his bed.

"To kiss me"

He chuckled at her innocent answer, "I'd love to kiss you. Such a shame your dad interrupted us last time. I can't get the feeling of your hands on my chest and stomach out of my head."

"Do you wish I was touching you right now?" She asked

"I wish you were milking my cock right now," he answered. She let out a small moan as she slipped her hand into her underwear. She slowly circled her clit, praying it would relieve some ache.

"I wish I was balls deep inside your pretty pussy. Bruising your skin as I fuck you against the mattress. I wanna hear every sound you make, the sounds leaving your mouth and the sounds of your wet pussy sucking me in,"

She felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as her fingers sped up. Her breathing picked up as she bucked her hips.

"Are you touching yourself?" His accusing tone made her freeze. Almost like she got caught doing something she wasn't supposed to.

"Yes," she whispered, her fingers frozen on her clit. She could feel it throbbing against her fingers as she held her breath for his next words.

"Good girl. Gonna make yourself cum listening to my voice?" He added lotion to his hand and began to pump himself. "Because I'm more than happy to make you cum."

"Fuck, Eddie" she whined, with his permission she began to circle her clit again.

"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself for me. Imagine my cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you open with my fat cock. Think you could take all of me?" He moaned, moving his hand up and down his long and thick cock

"Yes, give me all of it, please," she whined, she pushed the phone against her ear with her shoulder and sunk her fingers inside of her, keeping her other fingers busy on her clit.

"Such a good girl using those manners. I bet a pretty innocent thing like you likes it rough. I'm so fucking hard for you, gorgeous. Thinking about watching your sweet pussy taking me inch by inch."

She moaned as her fingers sped up, biting her lip as her wetness echoed throughout her room. "I wish I could feel how hard you were. In my hand, in my mouth and inside of me. Wanna feel you cum inside of me and mark me."

Eddie shivered at her dirty words, his eyes clenched shut as he pumped himself faster. "Keep talking like that I'm going to explode," he chuckled, "I remember seeing you for the first time, I wanted to bend you right over that desk and make you scream."

"Yeah?" she moaned out.

"My cock was throbbing for you, just like it is right now," his voice got deeper and more breathless. She closed her eyes as she pictured him fisting his cock, she wondered what his naked body looked like. How many tattoos covered his skin? Did he have any moles or freckles? How long and thick was he? Would he fit like ease inside her or would she be forced to her limits?

Y/N moaned louder as she felt her stomach tightening. "I'm so close."

"Cum for me, pretty girl. Soak your fingers and those pretty panties for me."

Eddie fucked his hand as he heard her fall apart. The sounds of her choked moans were quick to make his orgasm approach. He bit his lip and bucked his hips as he imagined filling her up with his cum as she orgasmed over the line.

She yanked her fingers out of her to slam her hand over her mouth to silence her cries as she came.

"That's it. Work yourself through it nicely and gentle. Did so good for me. Such a good girl," he praised as his cum spilled over his hand and stomach.

They both took a second to catch their breath, the phone silent. Y/N felt her face burn once she realized what she had just done. She felt nervous, as she wasn't sure what to expect next.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" He asked, grabbing his towel to clean himself off.

"Saturday night so nothing," Y/N giggled, "what's up?"

"Perfect, I'll be at your place at ten. Leave that window unlocked for me, gorgeous."

And then the line went dead.

~

Y/N wasn't sure what to expect but she wanted to be prepared for everything. She was in the shower for over an hour, making sure every inch of her was smooth.

"Alright, I'm going to work, and El is at Max's. Please don't make a mess," her dad yelled through the door. She yelled back and waited until the door slammed shut.

She walked out of the bathroom, a robe covering her naked body. She locked the front door and turned off all the lights. She headed into her room and opened her window a crack. The clock read 9:30, and excitement filled her stomach.

She cleaned up the small mess in her room. Then she sprayed perfume all over her skin, fluffed her hair, and dug in her drawers for her best underwear. She couldn't help but clench her thighs knowing her underwear might not be on for long.

She quickly changed and put the robe back over herself. She dug around in her nightstand for a condom, making sure it was on top so she didn't have to look for it later.

By the time she finished everything, she heard a soft knock. She walked over to the window, a nervous smile on her face as she opened the window fully.

Eddie slipped through her window with ease. Closing it behind him. She chewed at her bottom lip as he closed her curtains, the action made butterflies appear in her stomach. She held her breath as he turned to her with a devilish smirk.

"Hi, Eddie," she said, already breathless. He walked up to her, his right hand cupped her cheek and his left hand landed on her hip. He didn't say anything, just slipped his warm tongue inside her awaiting mouth.

The kiss was hot and heavy. She played with his tongue as she sank her hands into his curls. He moaned as she tugged his hair, his chest rumbling against hers. Their lips stayed locked as he walked her backward to her bed. She gasped as she fell on her mattress, their lips disconnecting.

She took the time to catch her breath, looking up at him as he looked down at her. She shivered under his stare, how dark his eyes were. He reached down and undid her robe, she let the robe fall down her arms. Eddie groaned as he looked at her, his hand palmed himself over his sweats as he licked his lips. Somehow his brown eyes turned even darker as he took in her half-naked body. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her, and god she wanted him to.

She sat up to get rid of the robe, throwing it at his chest. He laughed as it hit him, but then the laugh turned into a growl when she slipped off her underwear and tossed it. He easily caught it in his hands, letting the robe hit the floor. His eyes took in the image of her bare pussy in front of him, immediately dropping to his knees. It was silent as his eyes locked on her cunt, watching as her wetness oozed out of her. He tucked her underwear in his pocket, licking his lips as he never tore his eyes away.

"Please do something," she whined. He looked up at her, her eyes desperate and pleading. That was all he needed to snap into action. She yelped as he harshly grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed.

He placed her legs over his shoulders, then hooked his arms under her thighs. She shivered as his hot breath fanned her cunt. He softly blew air on her clit, watching her pussy pulse in response. He rubbed two fingers up and down her cunt, his skin collecting her wetness. He looked up at her as he pushed the two fingers inside of her. She moaned out instantly, shivering under his stare. She felt so turned on as he kept his focus on her face like he needed to see her reaction to everything.

He pushed his fingers in and out of her, curling them with every thrust. Eddie felt his cock twitch in his pants as she moaned out. The smell of her arousal was taking over him, and the feeling of her wetness coating his fingers as they moved inside of her. He was captivated by her like there was a spell cast over him to make him crave her. She cried out as he slid in a third finger, knuckle deep as his cold rings pressed against her. Eddie got an idea, his free hand softly rubbing her thigh. The soft touch distracted her for a split second, then she felt her cunt clenching around something cold.

He was fingering her so deeply that his rings were inside her. She clawed at the sheets as she rocked her hips against him. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her clit. As he continued to fuck her with his fingers, he latched his lips on her clit and sucked on it lightly.

She locked her ankles around his head as his teeth scraped against her sensitive bud. Her body shook uncontrollably, her hands moving into his hair. He let out a soft moan when she accidentally tugged his curls, the vibration nearly sending her over the edge.

"Jesus fu-fuck, Eddie," she cried out.

He bucked his hips hearing his name spill out as a moan, he removed his hand from her thigh needing to give himself some relief. He moved his hand inside his pants, softly rubbing himself. He flicked his tongue over her clit, sending her over the edge. Her nails dug into his skull as she clenched her thighs around his head. He moved his hand off of himself and moved it to hold her hip. She lost all control, soaking his fingers as she came, her hips rocking against him. He had nowhere to go, her ankles locked around his head and his fingers sucked in by her cunt. He fucked her through the orgasm, moving his fingers as fast as he could. He couldn't help but buck his hips against the air, his cock leaking with need.

He slid his fingers out of her, sucking them clean. He moaned at the taste of her. He knew he'd crave to taste her every day of his life. He couldn't help himself as he pushed his tongue inside of her, lapping up her juices causing her to yelp at the overstimulation.

He rose to his feet as he watched her body handle the aftermath of the orgasm.

"Eddie?" She whined

"Yes?"

"Get naked already," she smiled, her face fucked out and her hair sweaty. Eddie felt his insides burn at the lust in her eyes.

"Yes, ma'am," she took the time to catch her breath as she watched him begin to strip. His hands gripped the end of his shirt, pulling it effortlessly over his head. She couldn't keep back the purr that left her throat, finally seeing his naked skin.

"You do have more tattoos," she breathlessly laughed. He smiled at the comment, a foreign feeling of a blush coating his cheeks, his heartwarming.

"You thought about it?" He asked, his hands pulling down his pants. His tight boxers left nothing to the imagination. She could see the outline of his long and thick cock being suffocated by the thin material.

She used all the energy she had to sit up, moving to her knees. She gave him a small hum as an answer, her fingers dipped into the waistband of his boxers. She loved the way his stomach clenched as her fingers teased him.

"You drive me crazy, sheriff's daughter," he panted, his large hand moving into her hair. Yanking her head up, she gasped at the pain but could feel herself getting wet between her thighs.

She kept her eyes on him as she pulled down his boxers. He stepped out of them, kicking it to the side. She felt her heart race as her eyes ranked down his body, finally seeing his cock. She whimpered as she took it in, he was thick, full of veins, and throbbing. His tip was leaking, pre cum dripping down to his balls. She moved closer, opening her mouth as she licked the trail of precum up to his pink tip.

His stomach moved rapidly as he breathed. His eyes locked on her as she looked up at him through her lashes. He used his free hand to guide his cock into her mouth, showing no patience as he pushed himself fully inside. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, her eyes immediately watering. She puffed air out of her nose, trying to keep her throat open as he guided himself in and out.

"That's it, suck my cock. Just like that," he moaned, now with both hands on her head. She bobbed herself up and down, her spit going everywhere down her chin. She wrapped her hand around the amount she couldn't fit, jerking him off as she focused on sucking his tip.

He roughly shoved her off, biting down on his lip as he tried to fight back his orgasm. "Shit, sorry baby. Just need to come inside you," he apologized.

She giggled and moved back to lay down on her bed. "The condom is in the drawer, big boy," she smirked. He gulped as she spread open her legs, her dripping cunt on display as she waited. He moved in a flash, crawling on the bed and grabbing the condom. He tore it open with his teeth, slipping the rubber on.

He teased his tip against her clit and in between her lips. "Are you ready? We can stop if you need to."

"Fuck me, Eddie," she demanded. He leaned down and smashed his lips on hers, swallowing her moans as he guided himself inside of her. He pushed himself in slowly, giving her time to adjust. She released his lips as she threw back her head, a loud moan leaving her mouth.

He peppered kisses to her cheeks and neck, trying his best to hold himself back.

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, she gave him a nod before she pressed her lips against his. His tongue played with hers as he snapped his hips against hers, his cock easily sliding in and out with how wet her cunt was.

He shivered at how perfect she felt around him. How tight she was, and the way she locked his body against hers.

Their moans mixed together when they pulled away for air. They shared the same breath of air, passing it back and forth as their lustful eyes stared into each other.

His hips began to move faster, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to match his pace.

"Fuck you feel even better than I thought," he grunted against her ear. His lips left sloppy kisses on her neck as his orgasm began to build again. He knew he'd never get the same amount of pleasure from his hand compared to her.

He moved his right hand down the middle of their bodies, easily finding her puffy clit. She moaned into his skin as she clenched around his cock.

"Do that again," he begged, snapping his hips harder against her. She obeyed, clenching herself around him. His touch on her clit moved faster as his thrusts got sloppy and out of rhythm.

"Cum for me, Eddie. Fill me up," she encouraged. Her words muffled against his shoulder. He moaned into her neck, but he refused to finish until she did.

He used everything he had in him to hold back his orgasm as he drilled her into the mattress.

"EDDIE!" she screamed, her skin covered in sweat as she gripped his sweaty skin. Her second orgasm washed over her, soaking them both.

He clenched his eyes shut and his head fell against her neck as he puffed through his mouth. He rubbed her through her orgasm, waiting until she finished before he removed his fingers away from her clit.

Her body melted against the mattress as he used her body to reach his high. He gripped both her hips with his hands, locking her in place as he gave his last few thrusts. His teeth sank down against her neck as he emptied himself inside the condom. He wished he was painting her walls with his cum, but that would come later.

He stilled inside her as he caught his breath. Their sweaty bodies stuck together as he fell against her. He slowly pulled himself out, discarding the condom, tying the top, and tossing it to the floor. He rolled over, wrapping his arm under her head. She cuddled into his side, her fingers lazily running back and forth on his chest. She felt herself drifting away to sleep and the feeling of a kiss being planted on her forehead.

~

She jolted awake when she heard the front door close. Her room was dark and she was alone in bed. She looked at the clock, nearly five am, her dad must have finished work. She was quick to pretend to be sleeping when her door cracked open. She waited until she heard his bedroom door close, then flipped on her lamp.

Eddie was nowhere to be seen, and his clothes were gone. She knew he couldn't stay the night because of her dad but she was sad that he was gone. She slipped out of bed to cover her naked skin. As she got dressed she noticed something taped on her window. She walked over and ripped it off.

"Don't think this was a one-time thing- call me whenever you want me, baby ;)

-E.M."

She couldn't help but blush at the note. Her heart swelled at knowing she was going to see him again.

~~~

It's been a week since the unforgettable night in her room. She called Eddie whenever her dad wasn't home, and they talked for hours until she had to go. She tried to ignore how badly she craved to feel him between her legs again. To feel his lips on hers and let his hands roam over her body.

One night her call went unanswered. She tried not to be too disappointed but she was. She waited an hour and called again, but never got an answer. Then the next night she received no call back. At first, she was pissed. She thought he was ignoring her and she didn't react kindly to that. But then she got to thinking about where she met Eddie in the first place, jail.

~

The next morning she dressed to impress, but conservative enough where her father wouldn't scold her in front of everyone. She wasn't sure how long Eddie would be locked up this time so she stuffed her pockets with little gifts.

With a delighted smile on her face, she placed the box of donuts on her dad's desk.

"Thank ya, honey," he said as he shoved half the donut in his mouth. She rolled her eyes at his lack of manners but kissed his cheek as she left his office. Instead of heading towards the exit, she walked down the hallway. She was glad at times her dad was the sheriff because no one batted their eyes when she was in the station.

"Eddie?" She whispered, "You in here?" She crept down the hall, ignoring the looks of the other prisoners behind the bars.

"Baby?"

She smiled as she heard his voice, picking up her pace as she followed the sound. There he was, arms hanging out of the bars.

"Fuck, baby. I've missed you," he whispered, she walked up to his cell and softly touched his hands.

"I missed you too. I haven't heard from you in a few days and thought I might find you here," she laughed. He was back in the orange jumpsuit. And now that she knows what he looks like underneath it, she wishes she could tear it off.

She leaned in and kissed his lips, getting as close as the bars allowed.

He smiled as they pulled away. "I'm glad you came to see me."

"Do you know how long you are here?" She asked

"I don't know, sweets. Your dad takes his sweet time when it comes to me," Eddie said as he rolled his eyes.

"What did you do this time?" She asked. His thumb softly rubbed her hand, his touch sent shivers down her spine.

"Don't worry about it, gorgeous"

She knew she should have cared more about why he was constantly behind bars, but she didn't care. And she doesn't think she ever will.

"You know the more you get on his bad side, he's never going to let us be together," she warned.

He softly chuckled, a dark look taking over his eyes. "You think I'm going to let anyone stop me?"

The simple sentence made her thighs clench. The look of possessiveness in his eyes, like she was his and he'd be damned if someone tried to change that.

"Love when you dress all pretty for me," he smiled. He softly whistled as he stepped back, keeping his hands laced with hers, checking her out.

"I also brought you a little something," she whispered. He lifted his eyebrows in question. "In case you are in here a bit too long," Eddie watched as she let go of his hands and dug in her pocket, a lacy material in her hands.

She felt her cheeks burning as she handed him the pair of lace. He smirked as he felt the material in his hands. She held her breath as he lifted the lace to his face, inhaling her scent. Her breath was stuck in her throat when he let out a small growl. She kept her eyes locked on him as she dug in her other pocket, taking out the small Polaroid she had taken before she arrived. She felt a little shy as she handed it over.

"Fuck, what a pretty sight," he praised as he looked at the photo. Her naked body was on display for him, he wished her skin was still covered in his marks.

"Be on your best behavior so you can come see me, yeah?" She whispered. His eyes snapped up to look at her.

"Oh, I'm going to kiss these cop's asses so I can feel you wrapped around me again, pretty thing," his filthy words sent a tingle straight down to her cunt. She nodded and pressed her lips against his, one last kiss before she left.

~

And he kept his word. A few days later he was back at her window, the same criminal smile on his face.

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[odetokeons]

i love the tough, grumpy, intimidating, big guy and the small, but incredibly powerful and badass kid they reluctantly adopted cinematic universe

[stardustandmeteors]

Except for you | ford pines & reader (platonic)

characters: Ford pines & the reader

summary: the reader had run away from Ford's watchful eye and hid in an abandoned shack after finding out he was gonna leave them behind in a dimension for her own safety, yet all she wanted to do was follow him, because he was her safe place.

This one shot (or a future story if y'all would like one) was inspired from TLOU Part 1, but it isn't gonna be word for word, just only bits and pieces like the abandoned shack and some dialogue I remember Ellie and Joel saying. Anyway, hope u like the one shot ^^

y/n sat on the window sill, her eyes looking out into the open and slightly broken dimension her companion and guardian dragged her into. It had many other creatures here, all refugees just like her before she ran into Ford. She scoffed at the thought of his name. He was supposed to protect her from the request of her mother, because of the attack on her planet and dimension. Bill had gotten there to destroy her world, he had no reason to, but he wanted to cause chaos. He liked chaos, and he wanted to watch the place burn. Ford had found herself and her mother huddled inside of a pocket inside of their home, and she had taken it up on herself to ask the man for help. Ford was hesitant, but took y/n with him in the end, the two leaving her dimension and planet to become nothing but rubble.

Their relationship from them on had been rocky, both of them were stubborn, and they always argued, but were there for one another, despite their clashing personalities. As their time together went on, the teen had grown an attachment to Ford, and had secretly thought of the older man as a parental figure she would come to look up to. But those were crushed when she found out he wanted to abandon her here because in his words, it was "too dangerous" for her to continue because she was only fourteen.

She still gazed out the window when she heard the footfalls of Ford, his breaths came out rapidly as he glared at the young girl who looked down in her lap at the journal she stole from him when she left. "Do you have any idea the hell I went through to find you?" Ford seethed.

She flipped a page in the journal, "is this what you were worried about in your dimensions? Finals and assignments?" She asked, ignoring his question. He quirked an angry brow. She looked at him.

"The hell are you talking about?" He questioned. She held up his very old and tattered journal from thirty years ago, the one from his college years. He thought he had lost that. Ford scoffed.

"come on, we're leaving," he said, turning around.

"what, so you can abandon me?" y/n stood from her spot by the window and tucked the journal away into her overcoat (the one Ford had gifted her when she turned fourteen). Ford turned around quickly, his hard cold stare present on his face.

"they are good people, they can protect you more than I can." Ford said. That made y/n even angrier.

"that's bullshit Ford, and you know!" She exclaimed, glaring at him. She didn't want to stay, she wanted to go with him, "everyone I care for in this lifetime has either left me or died, fucking everyone except for you!" She shoved him when she got close, which caused him to stumble a bit in surprise and shock. She could feel the tears already gathered at the corners of her eyes. "So please, don't tell me I'll be safer with these people, cause the truth is Ford, I'll just be more scared."

He ignored the gathered tears and gave her the same cold stare he's adopted on his travels to escaping Bill, she took a small Shakey breath, clutching her sides as she looked at the older man. "In the journal, I read about a man named Stanley. He's your brother, isn't he?"

It seemed all they knew how to do was scoff, "that has no concern to you kid, stay out of my family business." He said, going forwards to grab the journal from her pocket.

"well, I'm not Stanley, you can't treat me like how you treated your bother..." She wasn't sure if she should bring another point up for the man, but she was already digging herself into a bigger grave. "... I'm, also not her, you know."

"what?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"I wasn't the only kid you decided to pick up, was I? I saw it in one of your other newer journals when you weren't looking. I'm not Lizzie." She said. He looked ready to go off on her. She knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't help it. All these people and he only saw her as Stanley or Lizzie, not as her own person. He continued to glare at her.

"You're right, you're not like Stan..." He trailed off, "... Or my daughter... And I sure as hell ain't your dad." He spoke, his voice wavering as tears gathered in his eyes. He could see how broken she looked, and it had shattered his already crumbling heart from the way she was looking at him. He could tell she was beginning to lose hope in surviving. "After we get back, we go our separate ways." He said, his voice hardening.

"whatever you say... Sir." She growled.

He should've expected a response such as that to leave her mouth, but he couldn't help but be hurt by the lack of emotions behind her voice. She reverted back to calling him sir, from when he first took her under his wing after the destruction of her home world because of Bill. And now he regrets ever coming up with the idea of leaving her behind.

so, how was it? Would y'all like a full story like this for a Ford and Daughter Reader? If so, would u like it to be on Wattpad or AO3?

[rexterforeverafter]

Anyone else who saw the girl with the purple hair is like that's raven daughter for sure and maybe dexter daughter as well and the red hair is lizzie son, and the green brown hair maybe hopper daughter and briar? Im kinda not sure who's the mother but hey green soo ig hopper I'm not sure who's daughter is with the silverish hair? I think it will be Apple and Darling? Maybe because of the hair I'm not sure

Soo any thoughts?

[chloe-skywalker]

Door Open (Part 1) - Billy Hargrove

Part 1

Billy x reader Hopper

Warnings: none really

Word count: 1,644

Summary: Hopper finds out his oldest daughter has a boyfriend and wants to meet him.

Authors Note: There is a part 2 that will be posted soon. It's already typed and in my queue.

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Part 2

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“El door!” Hopper yelled out as noticed the door to his youngests room closed shut. With a boy in there.

“Why?” El questioned as she opened the door and stuck her head out.

“Why?!” Hopper asked with raised brows.

El nodded “yes”

“Because I said.” Hopper answered, looking her in the eyes.

“But why? Y/n gets to keep her’s shut.” El wondered out loud with squinted eyes.

“What?” Now Hopper was confused.

“Y/n gets to keep her door shut.” El looked Hopper in the eyes, upset with his ‘door open’ rule.

“Well, Y/n doesn’t have a boy over or a boyfriend.” Hopper told her still a little dumbfounded at this conversation.

“Say you.” El mumbled but apparently not low enough.

“Excuse me?” Hopper spoke, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nothing.” El tried to cover up but Hopper wasn’t going to let it go, turning to go back into her room.

“El.” Hopper said using his deep angry voice, getting the young girl to turn around again to look at him.

El sighed wishing she said nothing to begin with. “She does.”

“She does what?” Hopper questioned his body tensing.

“Y/n, has a boyfriend.” El stated looking down at her feet. Not wanting to see Hopper’s face.

“Since when?” Hopper questioned but when El gave no answer he tired again. More stern this time. “El, since when?”

“8 months I think.” El said reluctantly, looking anywhere but at Hopper.

“8 mon-” Hopper couldn’t even believe this. How could he not have known this? How did he not notice anything? God sometimes he really thought Y/n should become a detective, she’d definitely be good at the undercover work.

“Please don’t tell her I said anything.” El pleaded before she went back into her room to continue hanging out with Mike.

All Hopper could do was nod numbly. He was going to have a talk with his oldest daughter when she got home.

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“Y/n.” Hopper spoke as Y/n entered the cabin like normal.

“Hmmm?” Y/n hummed in acknowledgment that she was listening.

“We need to talk.” He stated from his spot on the couch. With a simmering expression, holding in his anger. Which isn’t exactly directed at his daughter.

“What about?” Y/n asked as she came around to sit on the couch alongside him.

“I heard through the grapevine that you have a boyfriend.” Hopper stated taking a sip of his beer before he continued and trained his eyes on his daughter. Watching her behavior. “That you’ve been together for almost a year. How come you never said anything?”

Y/n looked down to her lap, she had been caught and didn’t know what to say exactly. “I was nervous too.”

“To tell me?” Now he felt a little bad. “Why? You can tell me anything, you should know that.”

“Dad, you can be very protective, and intimidating…” It was going to go bad at this next part if it led to what she thought it would. “And I know that you don’t particularly like who he is.”

“I’m your dad, of course I’m going to be protective over you. Just like I'm with El. As for intimidating, that's my job as your father.” Hopper stated, he had to keep explaining his job as a father a lot recently to his girls. But now he really also wanted to know the bigger question. Who was the guy? “Now who is this boy that I apparently don’t like?”

Y/ shifted her eyes away from her father as she mumbled the name. “Billy.”

“Hargrove?!” Hopper screamed with bulging eyes and he stood up in shock, hoping he heard wrong.

“Yeah.” She confirmed, shrinking in on herself. But Hopper couldn’t even yell in that moment he was speechless.

“You don’t know him.” Y/n stated and Hopper just sent her a look. He’s met the kid and he doesn’t like his attitude. Y/n shook her head at his look knowing what he was thinking. “Not really. He acts like a completely different person at school and around town then he is with me.”

Hopper looked at his daughter for a moment. Really looked at her and he could tell this was important to her so he sighed, turning to face her seated form. “I wanna meet him.”

“What?” Now she was confused.

“I want to meet him. Bring him over for dinner tonight-”

“He can’t tonight, but he is available tomorrow.” Y/n spoke efficiently, cutting him off. She knew how Niel was, there was no way Billy could come on such short notice tonight.

“Fine. Tomorrow.” Hopper agreed.

“Okay.” Y/n nodded relieved and she got up off the couch and headed to her room.

“Oh.” Hopper spoke up before she could shut the door to her room. Turning to look at her dad waiting for him to continue, hoping that she wasn’t in more trouble. “Your door stay’s cracked from now on.”

Y/mn nodded letting out a breath of air, hoping to not be in even more trouble. But now she was going to tell Billy.

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“He wants to meet me?” Billy looked very anxious since Y/n explained what had happened last night. But could you blame him? He’s had run-ins with Sheriff Hopper and they weren’t the friendly kind.

“Don’t look so afraid, Billy. It’s normal, he found out about you and he's gonna want to meet you.” Y/n said with a smile on her lips, slightly amused at his behavior. He just kept pacing with wide eyes.

Billy nodded at her words. “Ok. I got this.”

“Yes, you do.” Y/n nodded in encouragement. Meeting the parents was something Billy didn’t do, but he was willing to do it for Y/n. She got up off his bed and cupped his cheeks. “I believe in you.”

“Is he pissed?” he asked, looking into her eyes trying to get a read on his answer.

“No, not really. I was told that the door has to at least be cracked from now on. But otherwise he seems to be giving you a chance. That's good odds.” She told him with a cheerful look in her eyes and on her face. Y/n was optimistic, and Billy hoped she was right.

“Yeah, I guess.” Billy sighed, he needed to prepare himself for tonight.

“I know.” Y/n smirked, biting her lip as she looked up at him through her lashes.

“Haha” Billy mock laughed before pulling her into a very heated kiss.

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“Are you nervous Billy?” Y/n asked watching him drive them to the Hopper residence. He was bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers.

“Yes.” Billy stated flat out glancing for a second away from the road to Y/n. His face said it all with a look of pure honesty and fear.

Y/n looked at him in shock, trying to hide her amusement at his confession. “I didn’t expect you to admit it.”

Billy shrugged one shoulder looking back to the road. “Well, I am. That tell you something?” 

Y/n reached over to grab his free hand in hers, hoping to provide him with some reassurance. “Calm down. It’ll be okay. I’ll be by your side the whole time. I promise.”

Once they pulled up, as they got out of the camaro El came running out of the house and hugged Y/n.

“Hey, El.” Y/n greeted, hugging the younger girl back.

“I’m sorry.” she mumbled feeling bad that she outed the girl that took her in as a little sister.

“Its all okay, really. I’m not mad, El.” Y/n stated trying to reassure her that she wasn’t mad. Y/n pulled out of the hug making El look her in the eyes so she would know how serious she was.

El nodded a little in relief and a little just to show she understood. Then she shifted her attention to Billy. Hopping he couldn’t be pissed that she outed his relationship with Y/n.

Billy shook his head coming to stand next to them. “I’m not either.”

“Stop standing there and come in and eat.” Hopper yelled as she stood in the open doorway with a hard expression on his face.

With that the 3 headed inside and sat down to eat. Conversation consisted of small talk mostly at first but there was a reason this dinner was taking place. They should get to it.

“How’s Max?” El asked halfway through their meal, wondering about her friend.

“She’s good.” Billy said before taking a sip of his soda.

“So Billy.” Hopper spoke up, putting his fork and knife down.

Billy gulped. “Yes, Sir.”

“What are your intentions with my daughter?” Hopper asked, cutting to the chase.

“Dad-”

“No, its ok. He’s gonna ask at some point right?” Billy stopped her, like she said earlier. These things needed to be done and said. “My intentions are mainly pure with Y/n.”

“Mainly?” Hopper practically growled out, looking at the mullet haired boy with narrowed eyes.

“Well, we do makeout and. . . cuddle.” Billy choked out the last part while Y/n and El snickered. Yeah they cuddle, amongst other things.

“Nothing else?” Hopper ticked his jaw ready to wring the boys’ neck.

“Not really Sir.” Billy shook his head with a smile on his lips, taking a bite of his steak.

“Not really? What's 'not really’ supposed to mean?” Hopper leaned forward placing his forearms on the table, staring Billy in the eyes. He should tread carefully with the look he was giving Billy.

“Well the other things are all of and when y/n wants.” Billy stated looking Hopper in the eyes. He was being brave, Y/n thought. Stupidly brave.

“Hmmm.” Hopper hummed before he continued to eat. At least he seemed to respect his daughter.

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[steddielvr]

welcome to the family

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Hopper!Reader, Jim Hopper x Daughter!Reader, Eleven Hopper x Sister!Reader

Summary: You invite your boyfriend Steve over for dinner for the first time with your dad and younger sister. (Set between season 2 and 3)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: extreme fluff, protective!hop&el, Steve being nervous and adorable as per usual

a/n: sooo this fic was my all time favourite fic that i wrote on my old account so i thought it would be perfect to have this be the first one that i reposted. i made some edits and added a few extra scenes and things and i hope you love it! 

NOT MY GIF! CREDS TO OWNERS!

You had just finished setting the table with your younger sister whilst your dad worked on getting the food ready when a knock on the door echoed throughout the cabin. The three of you froze, heads shooting up, wide eyes flickering between one another in confusion. 

Typically, you would have recognised that knock anywhere, but the months of keeping your sister hidden from the outside world and not letting anyone other than yourself or your dad into the house made you all instinctively alert.

You wrap an arm around Eleven, pulling her protectively into your side as your dad slowly places down the bowl he was holding, making his way from behind the counter towards the front door, fists clenched tightly by his sides.

“Hey, uh, it’s Steve. Am I early?”

Your shoulders instantly relax at the familiar voice, Eleven releasing her tight hold around your waist as she feels the tension leave your body. She looks up at you in surprise and you give her a comforting grin in response, pressing a kiss to her growing hair before heading in the direction of the front door. 

However, you pause as you realise that your dad has already beaten you to it. He gives you a smug smirk, ushering you away and signalling that he’ll take care of it and you give him a stern look in response, meaning ‘play nice’.

He rolls his eyes and nods, holding his hands up in defence before turning towards the door. He carefully turns all of the locks, puffs his chest out and swings the door open to reveal your visibly nervous boyfriend, clutching a small bunch of nearly dead flowers in his sweaty hands. He smiles sheepishly at your dad, trying to discreetly wipe his hands off on his jeans.

“Hopper” He nods, before his eyes widen. “I mean Chief-I mean Mr Hopper-I mean sir-I..uh-” He stutters, face turning a light pink. Your dad cuts him off with a laugh disguised as a cough.

“Hopper’s fine, kid” He looks your boyfriend up and down, face emotionless and moves to the side, gesturing for him to come inside. 

The brunette gulps and walks inside, stumbling slightly over his feet. El comes to stand beside you, arm returning around your waist. You glance down at her, holding back a laugh at the look of amusement on her face. 

“Dinner will be ready shortly,” your dad announces after doing a quick check of the surroundings outside and relocking the door. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Steve nods quickly as Hopper turns, returning to the kitchen, busying himself with cutting up some vegetables for the coming meal. You watch as your boyfriend takes a deep, shaky breath, muttering inaudibly to himself before turning around, starting slightly once he realises he has an audience. His face instantly lights up and relaxes once he registers your warm, welcoming features looking back at him, making his way towards you quickly. God you looked gorgeous.

Your smile widens as he comes closer, blushing as he leans in to shyly peck your cheek before smiling nervously down at Eleven. He clears his throat before hurrying to separate the almost forgotten flowers in his hands into two bunches before holding them out in front of you and El. 

“I-uh-I got these for you. Both of you.” He clarifies, smiling gently at you and your sister.

You feel your heart turn to mush at the adorable boy in front of you, taking the first bunch of flowers with a grateful smile. You look towards El, who’s staring wide-eyed up at Steve. You nudge her gently, nodding your head towards the flowers. She takes them carefully, looking down at them in awe before raising her head with a small smile.

“Thank you” She whispers sheepishly, before running over to the kitchen to show Hop. 

You look at Steve with a wide grin, his face mirroring your own. You check that your dad’s attention is wholly captured by your sister’s excited presentation of her flowers before reaching over and putting your arms around his shoulders, kissing him quickly. 

“You’re too cute!” You gush, squishing his reddening cheeks affectionately. He chuckles at your antics, before his face turns serious.

“Your dad doesn’t like me..” He murmurs, sadness pooling in his brown eyes. You cup his face in your hands, pouting at him before giving him a comforting smile.

“He does.” You reassure, “He’s just protective. They both are” You mumble, looking over to your dad and sister in the kitchen area. You turn your attention back to Steve, who’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes you think you could cry. “Besides, with the amount of times you’ve saved my life over the past two years, there’s no way either of them could hate you.”

He opens his mouth to argue but you pull away from him as you spot your dad walking towards the table with El right behind him, both carrying full plates of food for the four of you. You take Steve’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and guide him over to the table. 

Hopper and El are already sitting down beside each other, and you move to take the seat across from El before an arm stops you. Steve scrambles to pull your chair out for you, making you giggle softly at his gentlemanly behaviour as you sit down. He takes his place beside you, wiping his clammy hands off again. 

You place a hand over his bouncing knee, making him turn his head towards you. You give his knee a squeeze, smiling reassuringly at him. Your dad watches the interaction carefully, the corner of his lips twitching upwards at the sight of his love-struck teen. But he would never let you see that. He clears his throat, catching both of your attentions, and motions towards the food.

“It all looks delicious” Steve praises, afraid to look your dad directly in the eye so opts to turning to Eleven instead. “Did you help make all of this?” he asks, mock surprise in his tone. 

Eleven grins and nods, appreciative of her help being recognised, eyes flickering over to you. You wink at her, causing her to let out a giggle. 

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Your dad’s tone is harsh and you look at him in shock, raising your eyebrows scoldingly at him. He shrugs his shoulders in response, attention turning to Steve.

“So, Steven,” he begins, tone menacing and face dead serious. “What are your intentions with my eldest daughter?” 

“Dad!” You scold, eyebrows knitted in anger. 

“Yeah, what are your intentions with my sister?” El mimics, arms crossed over her chest. Your head snaps to your little sister, eyes widening.

“Eleven!” You expect this from your dad, but he’s dragged her into this too?

Steve places a hand over yours, calming you instantly. 

“It’s okay” He soothes, before staring directly at Hopper, hand still holding yours. 

“Sir, I love your daughter.” He starts, causing you to look over at him in shock. You’d said it to each other before, but the declaration in front of your family surprised you. “All of my intentions are good, I can promise you that. My only goal in our relationship is to make her happy every chance I can get and I know how lucky I am to have her. I would never dream of hurting her and I know we haven’t really talked about it before, but I can’t imagine my future without her in it.” He finishes his speech, now looking at you. 

Your eyes are full of tears, your face sporting a wide grin as you gaze at him in awe. You turn to your dad, surprised to see a wide smile on his face too. Glancing at El, her face mirrors his and they look at each other and nod. 

He turns back to Steve, holding his hand out over the table. Steve looks at it in surprise, before composing himself and taking it in a firm grip.

“That was a test.” He says. “We wanted to make sure you were good enough for our girl. And now that we see that you are..” He trails off, letting go of his hand and looking down at El with a smile.

“Welcome to our family!” She exclaims, grinning. 

Steve looks like he’s about to burst into tears as he looks at you, you squeezing his hand tightly as your expression mirrors his own. You know how much those four little words mean to him, what with his own family being so absent in his life. You turn to your family with a teary laugh.

“Thank you” Steve chokes out, covering his shaky voice with a cough. 

Hopper nods with a knowing smile, before gesturing to the food. 

“Well, we didn’t slave away in the kitchen all afternoon for this to go to waste. Eat up.” He jokes, nudging his shoulder against El’s. The table erupts into laughter as the four of you dig into your meals, your hand still clutched tightly in Steve’s own.

The remainder of the night is less awkward than the start. The conversation between the four of you flows easily and by the end of the night, you are all laughing together and sharing stories, your dad telling Steve your most embarrassing moments growing up, much to your dismay. Eleven had quickly warmed up to Steve and stayed glued to his side for most of the night, much to your delight.

When it was eventually time for Steve to bid goodnight to you all, your dad gave him an approving pat on the back and thanked him for looking after you when he couldn’t. As Steve made his way to the door, El wrapped him in a warm embrace, making him stumble before returning the embrace with a chuckle. You watched them with watery eyes and a wide smile, thankful that she felt so comfortable around him. 

“I’ll walk you out.” You offer as El releases him, ruffling her hair as she walks back past you to join your dad in the living room. You grab a coat from the rack by the door, helping Steve with the many locks before following him out onto the porch. 

Your eyes scan the surroundings out of habit before settling on your boyfriend’s glowing features once satisfied that it was safe. You grin at him, shuffling over to wrap your arms around his waist, nestling your head against his warm chest as his arms come up to cocoon you in his embrace. He sighs against your head, chest vibrating with a chuckle as he reaches up to cup your face in his warm hands, proceeding to litter every inch of your face with sloppy kisses. 

“Thank you.” he begins, pulling back to smile lovingly at you. “Not just for tonight, but for everything. For choosing me to love and to bring into your family. You’ll never know how thankful I am.”

Your heart warms at his words, shaking your head and cupping his face in your colder hands. “It’s me who should be thanking you. Most people would not be able to handle all of this,” you say, gesturing to the empty space surrounding you and the cabin you call home. “But you don’t even bat an eyelid. And how sweet you were with El...I just-I really love you. So much.”

His smile widens at your words, repeating them back to you without hesitation. He leans in, relieved at finally being able to give you a proper kiss before he is cut off by a loud knock on the glass beside you. Your heads snap to the window and are met with the disapproving glares of your dad and sister, shaking their heads at Steve and waiting until he steps hurriedly back from you before lowering the curtain with matching smirks.

“I guess that’s my cue.” Steve chuckles, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”

You nod, ignoring the fact that your family is probably still watching and rushing over to give him a soft kiss. You smile sheepishly when you pull back for air, chuckling at the expression on Steve’s face. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. I’ll be waiting for your call, Stevie.”

He laughs, giving you a mock salute before making his way off of the porch and back towards his car, parked discreetly off to the side of the cabin. You wait until he is safely inside and driving away before heading back through the cabin door and bolting it again. You roll your eyes at the pointed look from your dad and join your sister on the couch, wrapping her into your embrace as your dad chooses a movie for you to watch. You loved your little family to pieces and it made you so happy to know that Steve was welcomed into it with open arms. 

[shelbgrey]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests for once upon a time, can a I request this prompt “You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you” with August and maybe some smut? Thank you!

Hidden secrets(August Booth)

Paring: August Booth x Hopper!Reader, Archie Hopper x Daughter!Reader

Summary: august has been writing all day and his girlfriend wants his attention prompt: 1.9) “You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you”

AU! Where Gepetto finds out Archie was involved with his parents death and hasn't forgiven Archie since. August and y/n have to keep their relationship a secret because of their feuding fathers.

Warrings: SMUT! Teasing, Dry humping, slight hand job, female reader, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk?

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“dad, I'm going out” I said, peaking my head into his office. Pongo sat up from his bed next to mu dad's desk and greeted me with a nudge of his black nose and his waging tail. My dad looked up from the file he was reading and smiled.

“where are you going if you don't mind me asking?” my father asked kindly. That was the problem, he was too kind and it killed me to lie to him. The secret keeping wasn't exactly his fault, he hated the on going feud just as much as August and I did.

It was bad enough my dad still felt guilty about Gepetto's parents and when the secret was revealed he tunred on my father then making me and August Storybrooke's very own Romeo and Juliette, which sucks beacuse I hate Shakespeare. I'm sure my father would be supportive, because he's nothing less than loyal and kind, but me and August both agreed to keep our love a secret.

“going out with Ruby” I quickly lied which ment I'd have to shoot her a text, asking her to cover my ass. My dad nodded and waved good bye. “okay, love you Bug”

“love you too” I said and quickly left to meet up with August.

We met up at the toll bridge like we always did. “hey, beautiful” August smirked and handed me the spare helmet beofer claiming on the back of his motorcycle. The helmet I wore covered my face completely, it was a safety thing and he never let me get on the back of his bike without it. But if I was on the back of it no one in Storybrooke knew who I was and trust me the people of Storybrooke wanted to know who August was riding around town with.

No one knew about us except Ruby and Emma. Ruby knew because she was my best friend and I'd never lie to her and emma just found out by mistake, she had walked in on us one time because August forgot to lock the door to his place.

It didn't matter that there was nothing to do in town, it was nice just to hold on to him as we road around Storybrooke on his bike. With the helmets on we were just a couple without any worries, and we didn't have to deal with our his father.

We made a few laps around town then went threw the woods once before getting some food at Granny's. We could go in there and no one would question it, we got our usual spot which was in the very back and ate before heading back to his place to relax.

--------(3rd pov)--------

Later that afternoon August and y/n retired to his apartment to relax and so August could do some writing. The clacking of a typewriter filled August's ears as he concentrated on the story he was working on. His girlfriend of two years sighed as she layed on the bed they shared. It felt cold without him and the lazy day turned into something that dragged. Y/n tossed around in bed a bit before rolling on her stomach and watched August typing away on the typewriter he refused to replace with a computer. “Auggie?”

without looking up he spoke in a tone that said u. Wasn't fully listening. “Yes, Sweetheart?”

Y/n silently rolled out of bed and walked to where his desk stood on the other side of their bedroom. She stood behind the chair he was setting in and ran her hand through his wavy hair then kissed the side of his forehead. “Are you almost done?”

He looks up and sees her behind him. He smiles. "Not even halfway, darling.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind as she placed gentle kisses on his scruffy jaw. “But I'm so bored without you”

a grin spreads across his face. “Oh, you're bored?”

Without thinking, he scooted his chair away from the desk to wrap his arms around her and pulled her down to his lap with a smirk. She got comfortable in his lap, facing him with her legs dangling off the sides of the chair as I straddled his lap. August scooted his chair back to its original place and got back to work, resting his chin on her shoulder so he could continue writing. 

his fingers move over the keys as he continues writing, now feeling the warmth of her body against his “I'll let you sit on my lap if you behave”

Y/n shifted in his lap, making sure to brush up against the sensitive area between his legs. She rested her head against his chest, pretending she didn't know what she just did. “I'll behave…”

August bites his lip as he hears her innocent sounding voice as his cheeks slowly turn red. "You better behave…” he leaned forward and continued to type. 

She shifted slightly again, purposely grinding against him. August couldn't concentrate on his typing, the warmth between his legs growing increasingly uncomfortable and yet, he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. His chest rose and fell in tandem with her breaths as he tried to ignore the distraction. 

Her soft moans filled his ears, feeling him starting to grow harder. The roughness of his jeans provided a small amount of friction against her short-shorts covered core. Placing his hands on her hips to keep her still, he leaned in close, letting out a low growl "You're going to be in trouble if you keep that up…”

“Sorry... Just trying to get 'comfortable'” she teased, hiding her face in his neck.

August's heart races as her soft breath fanned across his neck. He tries to ignore the growing bulge in his pants, focusing on the story he's telling. His fingers started to fly over the keys, the snapping of the keys getting louder and more aggressive as he got lost in the rhythm of their dance.

August grew harder against her, his erection twitched against where she needed him most, the only thing keeping them apart was her shorts and his jeans. The arousal between them grew as she gripped his t-shirt in her fists, her arousal soaking through her shorts onto his jeans. 

August let out a groan as he felt the wetness seeping through his jeans. His fingers falter slightly on the keyboard, but he grits his teeth stubbornly and keeps typing. I smirked, knowing he wasn't gonna give up easily. She kissed his jaw instead of grinded against him. 

August shivers at the touch of her lips on his skin. His fingers continue to fly over the keyboard, but his mind is no longer focused on the story he's telling. All he can think about is her body and how much he wants her “you're making this extremely difficult for me…”

“Just trying to give you... Emotional support” she teased as she nipped down his jaw and continued to grinded against him again. The wet patch on his jeans grew bigger. Her breathing quickens as her core ached for him. August groans again as he feels her plush lips on his skin, her body pressing against his. He tries to maintain control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. He can feel the bulge in his pants growing harder by the second. “you'll be giving me something else if you aren't careful…”

Y/n nipped at the skin under his ear then whispered, “like what?” she grinded against the sensitive area between his legs. 

August growls low in his throat, feeling the wetness against the fly of his jeans. He can't help but arch his back into the sensation, stopping his writing momentarily to hold her hips in place as he arched up into hers. She moaned as he arched his back, the zipper of his jeans pressed against her clothed clit. 

August bites his lip, feeling the need to give in to the desire building within him. He turned to face her, a hungry look in his eyes. She moaned, got desperate as she moved her hips faster. 

August's hands find her waist, pulling her closer to him as he crushes his lips against hers for a brushing, hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting her fully as he pushes his rigid length against the fabric of her shorts.

She moaned against his lips, their tongues fought for the dominance he easily won. She tugged at his hair as their hips grinded against each other, making her grow wetter. As their mouths collided, a wave of heat rushed through him. He deepened the kiss, teasing her tongue with his own. She moaned against his lips, tugging at his hair. August groaned at the sensation as his hand snaked under her shirt, tracing a light pattern over your stomach. "You're making this awfully hard,”

“I could tell” she joked, pulling away from the kiss to look down at his erection pressing against his jeans. 

August chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his jeans. "I'm going to need some help with that," he murmured, taking hold of her hand and guiding it towards his hard length. "Touch me.”

Y/n's heart pounded as she stared into his blue eyes and slowly started to stroke him. His eyes fluttered shut as he tilted back. He let out a low groan as she stroked him, a look of pure lust and desire etched on his features. His breathing grew shallow and his body tensed, his hips jerking slightly in response to her touch.

She pressed her lips against his, her tongue danced with his. The feeling of her lips on his, the taste of her mouth mixed with his own was intoxicating. He groaned against her lips as she continued to stroke him, his hips bucking against her hand in an unconscious response to the pleasure she waw giving him "Fuck,”

Y/n teasingly rubbed her thumb over his leaking tip. His eyes grew wide as and his breath hitched as she teasingly rubbed his leaking tip. He couldn't contain a deep moan, his body shuddering with the effort to keep still "Jesus, baby," he gasped, his voice rough and husky. 

She slammed her lips against his for a rough kiss then pulled away. “W-we should go to the bed" y/n whispered against his ear as she continued to jerk him off. He was still in his chair and she was in his lap still. 

He nodded, gripping her tighter as he stood up. He kicked the chair aside and carried her to the bed, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation "God, you're so fucking beautiful,”

He dropped her onto the bed, making her slightly bounce as he climbed on top of her. His pupils were blown with lust, leaving very little blue showing in his eyes. Their eyes locked as she teasingly reached for his cock and stroked him again as he placed his hands on the bed, holding himself over her. 

August groaned deeply, his hips jerking involuntarily in response to her touch. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of their gaze mirroring the fire burning within him. "Fuck, baby... I need you so bad,"

Her thighs clinched together at the noises he was making, rubbing her thighs together for some sorta friction and started stroking him faster. 

August gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the sheets as she stroked him faster. He lowered his head, kissing her hungrily, his tongue sweeping into her mouth once more. The sight of her thighs rubbing together was driving him wild. She matched his hungry pace, kissing him and tangling her tongue with his. The grip she held on his cock tightened only slightly as she continued to stroke his leaking tip with her thumb making, His hips bucked violently. His muscles tense as he fought to maintain control. He groaned, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. "Fuck, baby... I can't wait much longer.”

She stroked him faster as she buried her face into his neck, nipping and kissing his neck. 

He groaned deeply, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control. "Take off your shorts," he commanded, his hands tightening on her hips. "I need to be inside you now.”

As she let go of his cock, he sat back on his knees at the end of the bed as she frantically tried to pull her shorts down. His cock twitched in anticipation. As soon as they were down around her ankles, he grabbed her hips, pushing her back onto the bed, positioning himself at her entrance. 

Y/n moaned as her back hit the bed with some force. Her hands racked into his hair, tugging desperately as his tip rub up against her aching core “A-August” 

"Relax, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low. He dragged his tip down her folds, teasing her. 

He chuckled darkly against her neck as he continued to tease y/n like she did to him. “P-please stop teasing” she panted. 

August smirked and finally pushed inside her, filling her up in one swift motion. He groaned deeply, his hips meeting y/n's as he began to thrust slowly. “So tight…” he growled against her earlobe. 

Y/n let out a loud moan, throwing her head back against the pillow as he stretched her out. August picked up the pace, his hips slapping against hers as he took her hard and fast. His free hand gripped her hip tightly, holding her down while he claimed every inch of her body. “You feel so good…”he panted, his cock throbbing inside her.

Y/n dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around his waist as a desperate attempt to hold on as he moved harder and faster. I moaned and whimpered his name as the bed creaked and moved under their movements. 

"Fuck..." August groaned, his hips slamming against hers as he lost control. His cock pounded deep inside her, claiming her body as his own. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking and creaking of the bed moving under them.

“A-August!” y/n moaned out as he thrusted into her, hitting her g-spot with force over and over. 

"That's it, baby," he growled against her neck as he pounded into her, his hips meeting hers with each thrust as his grip tightened. He pulling her closer, claiming her completely. “You're mine…”

“I'm yours!” y/n moaned. 

"fuck yes," he growled, his lips brushing against her neck. His thrusts became harder and faster, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his impending orgasm. Y/n’s moans fueled his passion, driving him to greater heights of desire.

She felt a tight knot forming her stomach, making her heart pounded as she tightened around him every time his tip hit her g-spot. Y/n gripped his shoulders, moaning louder “I'm c-close”

"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his hips slamming against hers as he thrust deeper and harder. His cock throbbed inside her, seeking release from the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

with one last thrust the knot snapped, triggering her climax. Her head fell back in pleasure as she came hard on his cock “August!” 

August let out a hoarse cry, his body trembling as he felt her tighten around him. He thrust one last time, feeling her clench around him as he released himself inside her. 

“Mmm…” y/n hummed softly and lovingly as she gently ran her fingers through his messy hair. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered before pressing his lips against her in a slow, passionate kiss. Y/n blushed and kissed him back softly. She moaned against his lips as he slowly pulled out. August let out a soft moan, his cock throbbing from the pleasure. He leaned down to kiss her softly, his eyes locked with her e/c ones. “I love you” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

--------(August's pov)--------

“there you are, where were you, My boy?” my father asked as I walked I to his shop early the next morning. My heart pounded against my chest when he asked my that, I knew I was supposed to remain truthful and selfless if I wanted to remain human. Hell, if I was still a hunck off wood my nose would be a mile long by now. Is it really selfish if I'm protecting y/n? And I'm not lying when I tell my father I was home all night.

“just at my apartment... Doing some writing” still technically not a lie... I was writing untill y/n districted me. I looked into my father's eyes and I knew he could tell I was hiding something. “I know when your lying, your nose may not grow anymore but I see the other signs”

I sighed, taking off my leather jacket and throwing it on the chair that sat in the corner of my father's work shop. “I'm telling you the truth Papa, I was at home”

“with whom, Son?” he pushed. Just out of instincted I reached up and scratched my twitching nose. It's stupid I have to remind myself I'm human and not some wooden lie detector. “you were with her again... Weren't you?”

I sighed and faced my father with pleading eyes. “yes! Yes I was with y/n... Papa whatever beef you have with Jiminy doesn't involve her or me” I stared at him from acrossed his work table, the frustration and emotions I felt since day one of my relationship boiled over. “you want me to be truthfull? Selfless? Well here's to truth, she's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I love everything about her. Her eyes, her smiles, the ways she laughs, everything! Damnit, papa she's the kindest most selfless person in this whole damn town! It would be selfish of me just to keep our relationship a secret”

My father crossed his arms over his chest sighing. He looked down for just a moment before looking back up at me. “I've been the selfish one, I didn't relize the grudge I held effected not only your life but y/n. I'm truly greatful your heart is full of love and not hate like mine is. If you truly love y/n, then I won't get in your way. If anyone deserves a happy ending it's you, my son”

I was shocked, but relieved at the same time. A big smile few acrossed my face and I hugged my father, greatful he was so excepting.

Later that night I stayed up in the shop, working on a wooden jewelry box for y/n. The quiet was getting to me so I called y/n, putting my phone on speaker phone so I could sand the wood and talk to my Love.

“Hey!” her beautiful voice said.

I smiled, wishing I could see her instead of just hearing her. “hey, beautiful”

“what's up? It's late” she asked concerned. Yeah it was late, but it was nothing new for y/n to stay up so late. She was probably reading.

She was the one person I can't nor won't lie too, so I quickly cut to the chase, not wanting to worry her by beating around the bush. “my papa found out about us...or I told him” I spoke softly.

“I know you don't like lying to him... How did he take it?”

I smiled even though she couldn't see it. “well, I guess we're pretty damn lucky because he said as long as we love each he won't get in the way”

“that's great!”

I smiled softly, then there was a beat of silence between both ends of the phone. It felt like a breath of fresh air not having to hide anymore. There's no amout of words that could express my love for this woman. I don't know how I got so lucky. “hey, sweetheart?”

“yeah?” she asked softly.

“You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you” I smiled softly.

“I love you... You'll always be a hero in my eyes. I'm glad we don't have to hide anymore”

“me too... And I love you too” I smiled, I loved her more than ever and how didn't have be a hidden secret.

[madnessformunson]

she’s all i wanna be

Summary: you are insecure in your relationship with Eddie

Warnings: reader has a negative body image, mean girl behavior, bullying

I have no idea why the formatting is so weird lol

Your relationship with Eddie was new. It was fun and exciting but also scary. You had never had feelings like this for anyone before. He always made time for you, recently skipping D&D or cutting band practice short so he could squeeze in more time to spend with you. Because Eddie’s world was newly revolving around your every move, his friends were getting annoyed with you and your constant presence.

You walk into the cafeteria and sit at your usual spot at the Hellfire table. You didn’t know if you should without Eddie, but he had to meet with Miss Click about his last test grade. He assured you that the boys would love to have you sit with them.

You quietly sit and greet them with a weak smile and wave.

“Oh hey y/n, where is Eddie? Gareth questioned.

“He had to meet with Miss Click to go over his last exam, hope you don’t mind me sitting here” you said as you unpacked the contents of your lunchbox.

“And you aren’t waiting outside the classroom for him to be done” Jeff let out with a weak laugh.

Your face flushed because you had actually thought of doing that.

“I don’t get how he isn’t completely tired of you always hanging around him and pulling him away from what he loves. It’s so confusing since just a few months ago he couldn’t shut up about his crush on Chrissy, and now he’s with you instead” Mike said cruelly.

Your face was still red hot and you were fighting back the tears in your eyes.

“I guess he just settled for the off brand Chrissy” Jeff said with a laugh, as the rest of the boys chucked with him.

You quickly stood up and grabbed your belongings not able to listen anymore.

“Hey, we were just joking with you!” Mike called out and you ran out.

You left the school down an old trail you and Eddie frequently took when you just needed to get away. You headed to the rusted bench to take a minute to yourself when you heard Eddie’s laugh. You peer through the bushes only to see Eddie dramatically falling onto the ground in front of the one and only Chrissy Cunningham.

She was definitely flirting with him, twisting her perfect blonde hair as she asked him about Corroded Coffin. You saw enough, taking off to head in the direction of your house.

On your way home you couldn’t help but think negatively of yourself. She was definitely prettier than you. She had a smaller waist, long blonde hair and came from money. You didn’t have anything like that to offer, you’d probably choose her too.

As you walked past the drug store, you had a moment of thinking “maybe I can look like her” as you wondered in looking for some hair dye. You decided on a box of bleach, thinking that adding some highlights could maybe help your look.

As soon as you got home you rushed to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You pull out the instructions and read them over 3 times to ensure you know what you are doing. You decided you were ready, you started to mix the chemicals that smelt so strong you were sure you’d get high from the fumes. As neatly as you could you applied the paste to your hair and let it be for 45 minutes. You rinse the chemical off, throwing your hair up in a towel on your head as you wipe the fog off the mirror.

Then you were horrified. Once you pulled the towel off all you could feel was instant regret. Your roots were white blonde while other pieces were bright orange and another section still your original color. You were panicking trying to figure out your next move when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey y/n dad said dinner is ready” your little sister, El informed you.

You muttered some profanities before saying, “tell him I’m not hungry!”

You suddenly hear heavy footsteps approaching the bathroom door.

“None of that y/n, come on we are eating dinner” Hopper insisted.

“Sorry I can’t” you blurt out.

“Excuse me? You can’t? Open this door right now y/n”

You knew you couldn’t win. You slowly opened the door to reveal the mess you were currently dealing with.

“What the hell y/n” Hopper said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I know it looks really bad -“ you start

“Really bad is an understatement” El cuts you off with a giggle. You give her a death stare and she runs down the hallway.

“I can call Joyce tomorrow to see if she can come help you fix it after school,” Hopper said, rubbing his face with his hand.

“After school?! Dad no way that’s too long”

“She’s at work y/n, you’ll just have to wear a hat or something” he says as he lets out a laugh.

You continue just to give him an annoyed glare.

The next morning you tuck all of your hair into a beanie, then place the hood of your sweatshirt over top to further disguise yourself.

As you make your way downstairs for school, your father sees you and chuckles.

“I don’t know why you think this is funny” you say as you pour your bowl of cereal.

“This is one of those moments I will never let you forget,” he replies.

You just have to get through today, stay low and avoid Eddie that all you have to do. Standing at your locker you grab the books you need as you notice Eddie approaching you with a smile and wave. You took off to your class taking your seat and opening your book up as quickly as possible to bury your head in.

“Hey y/n I tried to call you last night but you didn’t answer” Eddie said as he took his seat behind you, chains hitting onto the desk.

“I was busy” you reply coldly.

“Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” He said leaning forward.

Thankfully the bell rang and Miss Click walked in already telling everyone to quiet down.

“Ok class today I want you to turn to page 110- yes Miss Cunningham?” Miss Click said as Chrissy raised her hand.

“I just was thinking I’m pretty sure it’s against the dress code to wear hats inside and I just don’t think it would be fair if certain people were an exception to the rules”

“Why yes that is a rule, Miss Hopper you need to remove your hood”

Your heart sunk and your face instantly got red. You sat there like a statue for a minute trying to decide what to do.

“Miss Hopper if you don’t remove the hood this instant I will have to send you to the principal's office to call you father.”

You slowly pull the hood back and stare at Miss Click.

“The beanie too dear” Miss Click said.

As you pull it off your head you can hear the whole room gasp followed by laughter.

“Oh my” is all Miss Click could get out before you grabbed your books and bolted out of the room. You faintly heard Eddie calling your name but you didn’t turn back, you headed straight home with tears running down your face.

[thetargaryenbride]

Nail To The Coffin - S2 - Chapter 1

Warnings: None

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 3436

A.N: We are starting Season 2 storyline! Reader will have some time to spare worrying over boys before things get super bad super fast haha. Did I use a Rhaenyra and Luke moment? Yes, I did. Bonus points if you recognize it~ You are pretty much the pillar of this family. I mean, slay <3 As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || S1 - Chapter 8 || Chapter 2

“Jonathan! Jonathan!” you yelled and your brother came rushing, hurrying to grab the piping hot tray off your hands. He encased his hands with the rim of his t-shirt but it wasn’t enough, making him hiss as he got burned a bit while placing it on the counter while you struggled to take off your oven mitts. You bolted to the front door after hearing the bell ringing, almost bumping into Will, and rushed outside.

“Don’t ask me,” shrugged Jonathan when Will looked at him questioningly. Soon after, you let out a squeal that made the boys jump and then you were back inside and in their sight again.

“Was it them!?” asked Joyce who had just exited her room and ran to join you and you nodded vigorously.

“It’s official! I got the scholarship and my spot at UCLA is reserved! The only thing I’ll need to do is go sort out some documents after I graduate this year!” you explained excitedly as you waved a letter and your mother and brothers almost howled with just as much excitement before colliding with you for a tight hug. 

“UCLA! I-I can’t believe it! This university is pretty much known as a-a Public Ivy!” laughed Joyce wobbly as her eyes welled up. This was probably the first time you’ve seen your mother on the verge of crying from happiness instead of worry or hopelessness.

“The best thing about this is that you don’t have to worry about the money, mama,” you smiled and she shook her head as she planted kisses all over your face, making you laugh.

“I’m so, so proud of you!”  

“And guess what? The professors at the summer program who tested our knowledge and skills told me that I might even graduate earlier if I keep up the same energy! I can get my bachelor’s degree at twenty and then proceed with the master’s! And if I want to pursue Ph.D., I can apply to doctorate programs and who knows, maybe by the age of twenty-five I will be known as Doctor Byers and I’ll be going on expeditions and traveling the world for a living!” you gushed.

“That’s awesome! You’re gonna graduate earlier and develop a great career! Just like Tony Stark!” exclaimed Will and you ruffled his hair.

“Nobody can compare to Tony but I’m flattered you think so highly of me, kiddo,” you grinned.

Dreams do come true if one worked hard enough and believed in oneself.

All those sleepless nights, all those nosebleeds, all those heavy eye bags and dark circles were finally paying off.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” you muttered as you looked around, noticing that all students were looking at you or whispering about you as you were walking down the hallway.

“Probably because our homeroom teacher praised you for being accepted into UCLA,” shrugged Steve. “Word spreads fast around here.”

“And here I thought my last year would be relatively peaceful,” you sighed.

“Hey, can we-can we talk?” suddenly asked Steve and you lifted a brow at his deflated tone before nodding and following him to the cafeteria so you could grab lunch.

He’s been deflated since the beginning of the school year but today at class, after the news about you got spread, he got even more deflated. You supposed it had something to do with the university because he was preparing to send an early-admission essay and he was probably stressing a lot over that because he felt like he wasn’t doing a good enough job with his studies. You blamed Tommy and his other ex-friends who were a bad influence on him and made him concentrate on other things rather than studying. Steve wasn’t stupid. When he wanted to, he could perform very well academically. He just needed to focus and work hard which had been nearly impossible with Tommy and Carol as friends.

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?” you asked as you shoved a spoonful of chicken soup in your mouth, uneasily watching him play with his food. You had sat at a very unusual spot too – at the very end of the cafeteria where there were barely any people around – contrast to your usual spot right at the center.

“What happened to us, Y/N/N?” he dropped his fork and finally looked at you, catching you off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that things are… different… We don’t spend much time together anymore. We’ve barely hung out since last year,” he spoke out and your eyes darted around before locking with his.

“I don’t think the school cafeteria is the best place to discuss this.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing! I barely see you outside of school! Are you…are you avoiding me or something?” he asked with a tinge of worry in his voice and you were quick to shake your head vigorously.

“What!? No! Of course not!” you raised your voice before lowering it again. “It’s just that…this past year has been crazy for me. I mean everything that happened with Will left a heavy toll on our family. I had to be there for him, you know. He was struggling and, frankly, he still is. It’s tough,” you explained. “And on top of all, I had to study my ass off so I could enter that summer program. And then summer came and I had to leave for LA. I promise I have not been avoiding you. It’s just that there were too many factors preventing me from normally hanging out with my friends,” you finished lamely and he let out a sigh, nodding in understanding. “Besides, you spend a lot of time with Nancy so that also made it difficult to hang out anywhere outside of school and… I didn’t really want to be a third-wheel,” you muttered and Steve’s eyes widened as he choked on thin air.

“Yeah, uh, no, don’t get me wrong! I’m not trying to blame you for all of this or anything! I just,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I also have a fault in this but I just wanted to kinda, you know, bring it up so we can, uh, work it out?” he smiled awkwardly as he shrugged and you chuckled lightly.

“I get it, Steve. I really do.”

“Then that’s-that’s great…It’s great!” he exclaimed before clearing up his throat. “So, uh, what do you say,” he drawled. “How about we fix that by you becoming my tutor!?” he offered lively and you hummed.

“Well, it sounds like a plan. We’ll get to hang out and study so you can catch up to things, get better grades and stop worrying about that damn college anymore!”

“Yeah!”

“Speaking of college… I know how important that is to you so I’ll do my best to help you out but,” you leaned in a bit closer. “You gotta promise me to not let your spirits down even if you don’t get in from the first try, ok?” you asked and he hesitantly nodded. 

The two of you finished your food and before you knew it, the bell rang, signifying the end of lunch break. You and Steve went to discard your trays before heading back to your lockers.

But as you walked down the hallway, you saw someone you were hoping to not see again making you stop dead in your tracks, face blanching. Steve turned to look at you questioningly but before he could say something, you grabbed him by the hand and dragged him away, practically dashing down the hallway and into the usually uninhabitable restroom of this school wing – the same one where Steve had dragged Nancy a couple of times for a make-out session.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked and you took a couple of deep breaths as you put one hand on your hip and another on your chest, staring at the door as if expecting someone to burst inside. “It’s like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I suppose you could say that,” you snapped to look at him with wide eyes and his forehead scrunched up in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“The guy down the hallway, did you see him?”

“Uh, which one exactly?”

“The one almost every girl was gawking at?”

“Ah, the tall one with the mullet? Yeah, he’s new if I’m not mistaken. Saw him for the first time ever today. What about him?” furrowed his eyebrows Steve and you sighed as you went to lean against the wall, crossing your arms.

“His name is Billy Hargrove. I met him in LA a couple of times this summer. At parties and events. He’s pretty…wild…hard not to notice him,” you revealed and Steve’s eyes widened. “The first time we met wasn’t exactly…a pleasant experience. He tried to convince me to go out with him. He was very…persistent. When I turned him down, the look he sent me was just…chilling to the bone! His whole demeanor got so…” you tried to put it into words as you waved your hands. “It was so menacing. Then it suddenly changed into a charming one and he promised to meet again. And we did! We met again! And he tried to ask me out again. He never gave up. He said something like, the girls who play hard-to-get are the sweetest piece of the cake, or whatever,” you huffed and Steve frowned.

“What in the actual hell?”

“Yeah! Crazy!” you threw your arms in the air and Steve sneered as he thought of the guy. “I don’t know what the hell he’s doing in here of all places but I seriously don’t want to deal with him and his macho energy again,” you groaned and Steve squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before ushering you outside.

“It’s ok. Don’t sweat it. We’ll deal with him one way or another, ok? You just keep focusing on yourself and your brother. Doesn’t he have to go to the lab for examination today?” inquired the boy and your eyes widened.

“Shit! You’re right! I gotta-I gotta go!” you rushed to leave but returned to his side and shoved your book into his hands. “Please, put this in my locker! You know the code!”

“What about the tutoring!?” he yelled after you when you began jogging away.

“I’ll call you tonight to settle it!” you yelled back over your shoulder and he just shook his head but couldn’t help but smile anyways as he watched you go.  

“Hey, buddy,” greeted Hopper once Will and your mom got out of her car.

“Hey.”

You parked yours next to them and got out, jogging over to the man and giving him a quick hug that he accepted with a smile before the four of you headed inside.

Will looked at you as you walked and you gave him a reassuring smile, ruffling his hair and wrapping an arm around his shoulder in order to bring him closer. While doing so, your eyes landed on your left upper arm and suddenly, everything that happened almost a year ago came crashing once again. For the past year, you’ve had enough time to sort of get over your trauma – both the trauma caused by the Demogorgon and the trauma caused by your four ex-classmates who were now in Juvie much to your satisfaction. How the tables have turned.

But sometimes you couldn’t help but vividly remember everything that happened and it never failed to send shivers down your spine.

“You ok, kid?” asked Hopper, snapping you out of your train of thought and you looked up to see him watching you with slight concern.

“I’m good,” you nodded and sent him a smile but his stare lingered for a little while more before he too looked ahead, the four of you now nearing one of the doctor’s offices.

You pinched Will’s cheek lightly and winked at him as he hesitantly left your side and followed the doctors in order to change into a hospital gown.

You had to stand there and watch all these scientists walk around, grab things, inject your brother, weigh him, check his blood pressure, attach things to his head in order to analyze his brain activity or whatever. It honestly unnerved you, made you fidgety. You didn’t know what your brother felt like during every examination.

Probably like some freaky lab rat.

“All right, tell me what’s going on with you. Tell me about this episode you had,” asked Dr. Owens as he strolled closer to Will with his chair.

That was one doctor you could actually stand being around. He wasn’t cold and fake like the rest. He was kind, understanding, patient and always tried to make your brother feel more at ease which you appreciated. He was actually treating your brother like a human being and not just a nameless patient who paid his salary.

“Well, my friends were there, and then… they just weren’t. And I was back there again.”

“In the Upside Down?” Will nodded. “All right, so what happened next?”

“I heard this noise and…so I went outside and… it was worse.”

“How was it worse?”

“There was this storm,” he muttered and you crossed your arms as you stared off into the distance outside the windows.

There was something very bizarre going on here. Will told you about his vision last night after getting back home from the arcades. He told you about the raging red storm he saw and it threw you off because for the past couple of days, you’ve been having those weird dreams where you found yourself on a hill right outside Hawkins, overlooking the town, and the clear sky would suddenly darken and red lightning bolts would start raining all over. It was quite scary because no matter how much you’d try running away, the storm would always catch up.

“Okay, so how did you feel when you saw the storm?”

“I felt…frozen.”

“Heart racing?”

“Just frozen.”

“Frozen, cold frozen? Frozen to the touch?”

“No. Like how you feel when you’re scared and…you can’t breathe or talk or do anything,” he tried to put it into words. “I felt…I felt this evil, like it was looking at me,” he uttered quietly as he shifted his head a bit to look at you and you nodded, encouraging him to keep talking.

“It was evil? Well… What do you think the evil wanted?”

“To kill,” his eyes unfocused and suddenly he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking through you, almost zoning out.

“To kill you?”

“Not me…Everyone else.”

After the whole examination ended, Hopper and Joyce went to Dr. Owens’ cabinet to talk, leaving you and Will sitting outside. You were tempted to join them inside and listen to what the doctor had to say but then again your mom was going to tell you everything anyways so you preferred to make Will company so he doesn’t feel all alone in those maddening grey, bland hallways.

Will was lightly swinging his legs back and forth, his hands fidgeting in his lap as his fingers dug into his cuticles. It seemed he had picked this habit from you which was not ok because if it was to get any worse, he’d start picking and pulling at his skin until blood’s drawn.

“Hey,” you stopped him by putting a hand over his and he looked at you with glistening eyes. “Don’t do that. You’ll develop a bad habit…trust me.”

“I don’t…I don’t know how to stop this,” he whispered but somehow you knew he didn’t mean the developing habit but rather the visions that were getting worse and worse.

“We’ll figure this out…ok? What we mustn’t do…is succumb to fear or hopelessness.”

“But I’m not like you,” he muttered and your lips twitched in a smile.

“In what way, sweet boy?”

“I’m not so…perfect…and strong…” he admitted and you closed your eyes, a soft breathy chuckle escaping as you cupped the side of his face and leaned in, placing a couple of kisses on his temple.

“I’m anything but,” you caressed his head as you began explaining your own clashes with trauma. “You only see me as such because I try my best to put up a tough front. Because I don’t want to worry anyone…but do you want to know the truth?” you asked and he nodded.

“Way back, after I was attacked, I was…frightened by everything and everyone. People would look at me as I passed them by in the hallways and my mind would immediately jump to the worst conclusion. Like, what if they also hate me? What if they are plotting to attack me? What if someone actually wants to kill me? The paranoia was so bad and… coupled with the horrible experience I had, it was like a blow after blow, you know? I’d cry myself to sleep almost every night for weeks,” you confessed and his eyes widened. “I had closed off to the world for some time…But then…I remembered that I had people in my life who make everything worth it. Mom, Jonathan, you, Eddie, Steve, the kids,” you listed with a smile. “Those people bring me so much happiness that they just manage to…banish the darkness, you know?” you shrugged and a smile began slowly growing on your brother’s face.

“It’s like…I can’t even explain it! It’s like you’re sick from something but then you get medicine and suddenly it’s all…gone…and you feel better. Think of us like… the sunrays that chase away the storm,” you ruffled his hair and he huddled closer to you, leaning on your side. You rubbed his arm and planted a kiss on the crown of his head as you stared at the grey wall ahead of you, falling deep in thought.

You had really believed that Will was getting better and better with each month. He had stopped having nightmares a couple of months ago and he was showing good progress. But now all those visions and nightmares were beginning to come back and not only for him but for you as well. You were probably being paranoid but you were starting to think that this wasn’t a mere coincidence and that those episodes of his were not just because of PTSD.

Before you had the chance to sink even more into this rabbit hole, your mom and Hopper exited the cabinet and ushered you to leave.

“C’mon, we’re gonna have so much fun tonight! Bob is coming, we’re all gonna gather and watch some super funny movie and eat popcorn!” you talked animatedly as you grabbed your brother’s hand and swung it back and forth as the two of you walked hand in hand, making Will smile more and more. “And oh! I’m going to prepare some of the new desserts I’ve been recently practicing making! I’m getting better and better! Which one do you want to try?”

“Apple pie!”

“Very thematic! Apple pie it is then!”

After that, you had gotten home. You and your mom went into cooking mode and prepared a couple of delicious things while Bob made sure to record everything on his camera, throwing in funny comments here and there and making you all laugh.

You had overheard your brothers’ conversation when you went to call them for dinner. Jonathan had put everything into words perfectly which made you very happy.

The five of you had a wonderful evening and you were glad to see your brother smiling and laughing more.

.

“Y/N?” you felt someone shake your shoulder and you groaned.

“Just five more minutes, mom,” you drawled.

“Y/N,” your shoulder was shaken again, this time a bit more roughly, making you jerk out of your sleep and open your eyes to find Will sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did you have a nightmare?” you slurred as you sat up and his response was jumping in your arms. You didn’t hesitate to hug him. He was shaking so badly and was obviously frightened beyond belief.

“I h-had another vision,” he sniffed and your eyes widened as you instantly sobered up. “It was right outside our h-home and it was getting worse and worse…A-and then…there was a huge shadow m-monster,” he whispered brokenly and you rocked him slightly.

“It’s ok, sweetie. It’s ok. I’m here now. No storm’s gonna get you while I’m here,” you hushed him as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

These were definitely no PTSD visions or flashes. It was a warning. 

Something was coming and you could feel it in your bones.

[harringroveera]

Yeah El’s not gonna stop doing that

[pappydaddy]

my little girl (j.h.)

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

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

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

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

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

taglist: @rottenstyx | @boxofsilentwords | @badass-yn | @lexi-2004 | @i-always-come-back-xoxo | @rootbeerfaygo | *line through you user means i could not tag you lovelies!

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

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- not my gif -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nacho475]

Rachel Laslow

Age: 10

Species: Psychic

Powers: Flight & Telekinesis (she inherited these powers from her parents)

Status: She is the daughter of Rowan & Eleven and will be a future Nevermore student once she gets older

I will be writing a fanfic about her soon

[ddejavvu]

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

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

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

[blackcanary567]

Ronance as Batman and Catwoman but Nancy as Batman and Robin as Catwoman just for the sheer hilarity of their first meeting not remotely going how they thought it would.

Like, Robin’s heard all about the big, bad bat that took down the mob, foiled the Joker, fought Bane and has terrorised the criminal underworld. She’s seen hardened criminals shaking while telling her about their encounters with the vigilante, swearing it can’t be human. Nancy’s been tracking a number of robberies targeting the rich and corrupt, hearing stories of a woman who can break in, take what she wants and leave without anyone noticing, even highly trained security teams.

They finally meet when Nancy finds Robin stealing from someone she’s investigating. Robin’s expecting some huge, over six foot, burly man dressed as a bat, not this ball of angst and rage who’s top of the head only just reaches her eyes while in heavy boots (she later finds out about the red-headed spitfire sidekick in the red and green suit, and discovers Nancy’s identity after her annoying little brother and his friends come into the Batcave to convince her to let them drive the Batmobile). Meanwhile, Nancy thought the theft would be some graceful and sly master of her craft, but then Robin’s tripping over her own feet, talks at a mile a minute and has a terrible time understanding social cues (they go back to Robin’s apartment when they decide to team up, where she has her numerous cats all named after characters from noir movies and lives with her best friend who just so happens to be Nancy’s ex-boyfriend from high school.)

(This is definitely not an excuse for Robin is some cool catsuit with her patches and Nancy’s jawline à la Pattinson’s Batman. Or for Nancy to pin Robin to a table.)

[thegetdownrebooter]

will would definitely text jonathan "ok boomer" in a response to something, but jonathan points out how nobody under 30 knows the difference betweeen gen x or boomers anyway.

[damn-stark]

I MISS WRITING THIS SERIES SO BAD!! I CANT WAIT TO JUMP BACK TO IT FOR SEASON 5!! I HAVE SO MANY PLANS ALREADY!!

Strange

Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

A/N- This will take place during season 2, 3, 4 & 5

Summary: Arriving back at your old boring home town was not in your plans; but your mothers death changed that, making you reconnect and live with a estranged father. Arriving with your father though comes with an issue, a girl he’s taking care of, a girl that’s strange and makes you see that the town has secrets you hadn’t seen before. It makes you have strange and dangerous adventures and relationships. Will this strange town make you gain new and unexpected relationships? Will you reconnect with your father? Will you connect with the strange girl living with your father? Or will you have to leave everything behind?

Season 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Takes place after season 2 & before season 3

Chapter 6

Season 3

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Season 4

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Additional scenes

The prom (takes place after ch.5 & before ch.6)

The confession after the high (takes place during chapter 10)

Oregon (takes place before chapter 12)

My little Valentine (takes place in ch.18)

Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader aesthetic

Y/N outfit aesthetic, Y/N Spring Break outfit aesthetic

Music playlist, Hopper & Y/N edit