♱ Kyle ♱

19 / Gay / He/They / Husband of Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers + proud father of Jonathan, Will and El

[stydixa]

Men are rats, listen to me, they're fleas on rats, worse than that, they're amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they're too low for even the dogs to bite. The only man a girl can depend on is her daddy. GREASE (1978) Dir. Randal Kleiser

[jace-targaryen]

GREASE (1978) dir. randal kleiser

[slycooperconfessions]

"I'm sad that SuckerPunch never gave Murray the spotlight he deserved, always left aside to give more importance to Bentley and Sly. They did my man dirty."

Confessed by: Anonymous

[gumdrops-stuff]

[kyle-in-chains]

🛐

[diidona]

THE LOST BOYS (1987) • dir. Joel Schumacher

[thesoldiersminute]

The Lost Boys 1987 | Joel Schumacher

[violet43217]

finest couple around omfg 😮‍💨😮‍💨

gotta love when hot people marry hot people!

[kyle-in-chains]

I fucking LOVE my husband and wife 🤭🛐♥️

[exlibrisliex]

[litttleprincess-deactivated2017]

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

[trappedinmyoldways]

Depression Hotline: [phone]

Suicide Hotline: [phone]

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: [phone]

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

If you ever want to talk, my ask box is always open

[jaydove-writes]

Please reblog this. I don’t care what your blog’s theme or aesthetic is. This is important.

[whylee-wheeler]

This is important to reblog for yourself too, not just for others to see it. You never know when something could come up and if you need help it’s right there on your blog

[kyle-in-chains]

God it's so hard being a guy that's into x readers. Like it's so damn annoying finding a fic or one shot that has THE BEST plot and then it turns out to be fem reader 💔 Nothing against those who write fem readers 🫶

[written-smitten]

Lazy Lovin’

requested by: 🍺 anon!

word count: 293

tags: hopper x you, fluff, cuddling, relaxing one shot

It’s the kind of sleep that makes you forget the world. Eyes heavy. Muscles relaxed to the point of weightlessness. It is delightfully disorienting, as if you are floating in a dream. You aren’t alone.

Breathing is synced with the burly man wrapped around you. His arm is heavy on your ribcage. Careful not to wake him, you gently shift the weight of it onto your hip to rest. Much better. Radiating warmth of his bare chest and belly encapsulates your smaller frame. It feels right. His skin might as well be melting into your own. The thick flannel he wore this morning must be strewn on the floor somewhere. You can’t feel his heartbeat, but you know it’s slow and steady. Hopefully his dreams are peaceful.

Soft light pours into the window that you left ajar. A taxidermied bass fished out of Lover’s Lake decades ago casts a faint shadow on the dresser. Listen. Oak leaves whisper and rustle as a breeze passes through. A stronger gust is enough to rouse your partner awake, but only briefly.

The lightly bearded man repositions his hips so that you are cozied into his warm thighs. His pelvis gently presses into you.

“Are you comfortable?” he mumbles against a plush pillow.

“Mmhm,” you hum, too lazy to form words.

More than comfortable. You didn’t want to ever leave this safe little cocoon. Belly full of fried eggs and bacon eaten two hours prior. Nuzzled against the sweetest of lovers on this sleepy day in Hawkins. You inhale the scent of the laundered linens. His clean musk.

“Was I snoring?” the chief asks. The voice reverberates through his chest, even at a low volume.

“Nope,” you whisper.

“Good deal,” he sighs before drifting back into slumber.

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[andrew-garfielld]

David Harbour as Jim Hopper STRANGER THINGS S05E06 | Escape from Camazotz

[oldmanpounder]

Oh no... the 2022 obsession with him, it's coming back! (fanfic tonight guys get ready)

[oldmanpounder]

Okay, the show can't respect queer people? Simple. Make queer smut of its characters lmfao we're railing Jim Hopper in this household

[eccentricallygothic]

Warning(s): He's big and you're anxious about going back to work after break. Probably daddy vibes. I don't even know. I've work tomorrow and I can't fall asleep okay? Age gap (you are in your 20's).

Toss.

Sigh.

Flop.

Twitch.

Toss.

Scratch.

"You know, if you quit fidgeting, maaaybe-"

"You think I don't fucking know that?" There is a wince in the air. Unuttered, of course, because he is aware of your hot youthful blood. Especially when you're going through something stressful. But he also doesn't much like it when you curse.

You always tease it's ridiculous and a little creepy but he is just old fashioned.

"Well, your tossing and huffing isn't helping either of us and maybe if you listened, for once-"

"I don't fucking want a lecture, alright?!" You kick the blanket off in a fit of rage at last and he sighs.

Young people. Always with the rage as first reaction to everything. But Hop does not dare tease you.

He understands.

That is one of many things you love about him.

What had you chasing him high and low through Hawkins even when he rejected you by literally laughing in your face at first because you were only in your twenties.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong! I slept early yesterday so it would help and now it's less than four hours until my fuckass alarm and I am wide fucking awake still!" Hop bites back the comment that he wants to make about your decision to go off and listen to music for an hour instead of just letting him help you fall asleep.

"Fuckass?" He muses under his breath as he tests the curse under his tongue before nodding. "Hm, that's a new one" you nearly snap off your neck in turning to glare at him and he just snorts in that old man way of his where he just casually lounges with his big arms and thick legs spread while beckoning you with one manly hand while you fume.

"Okay, okay, I am sorry" he reaches for your back and rubs it when he realizes you are just that upset.

You turn back around and recoil into yourself as your eyes that he loves so much pool up with tears.

"You just don't get it..."

You feel the whole bed shift as his huge person slowly sits up before moving closer to yours that always appears and feels smaller before his no matter what.

"Maybe not" he says just to comfort you, calloused hands gently cupping your forearms to caress them. "But I can help... or at least try" you feel his beard touch your shoulder through the thin shirt you insist on wearing despite it being winter and him grunting at it everytime you do.

"But it's not... Not..." You pout and try to reason.

"Just trust me, okay?" He is gentle with his tone and touch as he lowers you both back onto the bed, thin and hairy arms snaking around yours and you realize he has taken his shirt off despite the winter outside.

Just to comfort you.

"I am hot" you kick away the blanket with a bratty nudge and he doesn't acknowledge it.

Instead.

"Remember when..." His fingers are in your hair already and his touch is gentle, unlike the might he holds. Hop's voice is soft and in turn more gravelly than usual because of how low it is while he recalls a pleasant memory. He doesn't insist on the blanket as his arms and stomach are gently melting into your skin and providing it just the amount of heat you require on this particular anxious night.

And eventually, you quit your pouting and begin to participate in what he is saying, snorting along to his teases and jokes while beginning to yawn. Your eyes grow droopy in a few minutes and you begin to doze off with a smile on your face.

But not before you slowly pull the blanket over your bear with one hand.

He looks out for you and he gets the same in return.

That is the way it works.

[mjackson97-blog1]

No other words, just one of the best moments in the sly cooper games.

[levzonvie]

Rescue Mission Part 1

Jim Hopper x masc Male!reader

!!ST4 spoilers!! Takes place in episode 6

Slowburn/enemies to lovers

Warnings: Smoking/cursing/mentions of sex/slight gore

Summary: Hopper and Enzo trapped in their cell enforced with Russian military. Enzo calls in a special favor from a close friend.

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It was late evening, you were sitting on your porch despite the harsh temperature. Lit cigarette dangling below your lips as you take on your last drag before being interrupted by an earsplitting ring coming from the telephone located on the wall in the hallway. You had woken from a peaceful slumber not long ago and had gotten up for a brief smoke. All was well, until this. Understandably irritated you picked up the telephone with a grumble and answered.

“Hello, this is m/n right?” You let the person on the opposite end of the line speak first.

“I have an extensive favor to ask you, you don’t have to accept however I would prefer you do and quickly at that because my American friend and myself’s livelihoods are at stake currently.” Enzo preposed leaning against the cold rusted bars of the cell biting his nails in a worried state. Enzo knew you weren’t the type to do something you didn’t wholeheartedly want to do, you’ve always been the stubborn type. This time he hoped you’d see the severity of the situation without giving away too much information knowing the soviets could gain suspicion at any time.

“God, Just get to the point already Enzo..” You reply with the facade as if he didn’t convey the message the first time figuring that the call was being monitored.

“I need you to tell my family that I love them given the fact that I have been compromised.” He stated confidently knowing that the guards were listening to his conversation oblivious of the coding of words.

“Ok got it.” You swiftly hung up the phone hurrying to gather gear you had around the house and eventually rushing out of your house and into your car starting it up.

Upon arriving at Kamchatka searching for entry you came across a delivery man, who said to have delivered various goods from America. Approaching his van you knocked on the window. Rolling it down he gave you a puzzled look before he could say anything drove your fist into the poor man’s face. Disoriented he stumbled out of the van pleading for mercy as you climbed in the driver’s seat.

“Sorry dude I gotta borrow your van, promise I’ll give it back once I’m finished. “ You weren’t planning on returning it anytime soon.

You drove off feeling a pool of guilt flood your insides looking over your shoulder at the man. I mean it’s not like anybody would willingly hand over their car to a strange man right? Reaching the gate you pulled into the entry.

“Do you have the authorization to enter permitted areas?” The guard shouted from his post.

“Yes, my name is Yuri I have a delivery of American goods.” You forced a smile.

“Ah yes, Yuri, I’ve heard of you. Go right ahead.”

The metal gates opened with a clang and you drove ahead. Getting out of the car you walked around the back hoisting the packages out from the trunk filled with fattening sweets and porn magazines. Putting the packages down by the feet of the two guards before you, they inspected them giggling between one another at the sight. Catching them by surprise you punch each of them right in their jaws causing them to fumble back onto the icy floor nearly slipping. You grabbed the gun of the guard to the left of you and hit him over the head knocking him out cold. It’s not that you had the intention of killing anyone that night you had mission , and if anybody came in the way of said mission so be it it’s their fault for um.. dying I guess. The right guard dared to crawl away trying to escape looking for any other guard in sight. You put your heel on his back causing him to fall back down.

“Where do you think you're going?“ You chuckled to yourself.

The guard winced bracing impact before you kicked him in the head. Now that was dealt with you could finally make some progress. You carried on into the prison camp making your way through the several groups of cells searching for your mate. Hearing a couple of guards around the corner rambling on about something you stopped in your place. Peering around the corner you eavesdropped on their conversation absorbing as much information as you could.

“After this, they’re pretty much done for. Have you seen the size of that thing? They don’t stand a chance” the guards laughed amongst themselves glaring at the two prisoners in front of them. You heard a very familiar sigh come from the cell across from the guards. The guards eventually walked away and you ran as fast as you could after confirming the coast was clear.

“M/N thank god I thought you’d never come.”

“I came as fast as I could you ungrateful bitch, now how do I get you out.”

“Enzo…who’s this?” An additional voice called out from a dark corner of the shared cell. You looked up and to your surprise he wasn’t hard on the eyes at all, sure he looked pretty rough and malnourished even so he was still pretty attractive. You shook your head clearing your head from intruding thoughts.

“Oh, right this is m/n the friend I mentioned earlier. He is going to get us out.”

“And m/n this is the American I mentioned on the phone.”

“He doesn’t have a name?” You reply sarcastically glaring at the man that stood before you.

“Fiesty, are all Russians like this?”

“I said what’s your name jackass.”

“Hopper, my name is Hopper.”

Notes: I didn’t really intend for reader to be Russian it kinda just came out like that lmao but you can just imagine your nationality. Thinking of making the third part a smut it’s just that I right top reader and I think majority of hopper enjoyers are bottoms hehdjsnskx

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine spending the holidays with Joyce Byers.

“How did you know to bring potatoes?” Joyce said, her eyes lighting up as she took the large bowl from you, tin foil over the top to keep the contents warm. You stepped into the Byers house after her, catching eyes with her youngest son Will, and sent him a wink. “Just a feeling,” You hummed, starting to take off your coat. Oh, you remembered Will complaining about how the potatoes last year had been more like soup - though of course he ate it all up to please his mother. Everyone loved Joyce, no one wanted to disappoint her. “Mine turned out like glue this year, I don’t know how I keep getting them wrong,” Joyce continued, moving through the living room towards the kitchen where there was already a spread of holiday food. It smelt wonderful, even if the skin of the turkey was a little bit burnt and the creamed corn was more lump than cream. “Potatoes are tricky,” You said, wrapping your arms around her from behind, hugging her close. She was so tiny, but you would never make the mistake of thinking this woman was frail. “And you had so many other things to worry about it. I don’t mind.” “Well,” She said, slightly huffing but you knew, despite not being able to see, that she was smiling. “I’m glad you came.” “And I’m glad you invited me.”