hopper finding you at a party he was called in to break up after you’ve had a little too much liquid courage. hopper throwing you over his shoulder and driving you home because you’re his neighbour’s daughter. hopper conceding when you beg him to let you sit on his porch and sober up before he walks you back home so you won’t get in trouble. him sitting next to you for half an hour as you drunkenly babble on about the huge crush you have on him, only interrupted every time he holds up your head and holds a glass of water to your lips and makes you take a sip. hopper hiding his cocky smile that you’re completely oblivious to as you pour your heart out. it is just simply something so special to me.
notes: this is the first non going with the flo(w) hop thing i’ve written wow. wild.
pregnant with hopper’s baby
it wasn’t planned, at all.
you and hopper had been dating off and on for a couple of years.
you’d been off when el had first shown up in hawkins
he’d called you for help once el had moved into his house in secret
since then you’ve been together and going strong.
you’d moved into a new place with them, bigger than both hopper’s cabin & your own apartment.
but it was a good idea
your period was irregular, so it wasn’t odd for you to be late.
it was two months later when you were at a check up for the doctor and it turned out you didn’t have the stomach bug that was going around, but you were ten weeks pregnant.
you were nervous to tell hopper because you two had never talked about having kids period before el showed up.
when you tell him he’s cooking dinner for the three of you, and el was upstairs doing homework.
he’s excited, immediately calling joyce to tell her the news
hopper is the best dad already, so you know he’s going to be great with your child.
you two go shopping, but a lot of your stuff is old family stuff from your family members, so that you could save up money.
“mom’s dropping off the quilt she made with all the old baby clothes in the next couple of days.”
hopper is a grump at three in the morning when you’ve got morning sickness, but he’s still there holding your hair back and running to the gas station to get you the specific kind of soda you want ( orange soda, you don’t know why )
your cravings are the worst because they change rapidly and hopper keeps running out to get stuff the first couple of times only for him to get home and suddenly you’ve changed your mind and you’re crying about it and he’s telling you it’s okay.
el is excited about being a sister once you explain it to her.
hopper freaks out when you go into labor because you’re early and neither of you are fully ready
“y/n we don’t even have the crib together!” / “i know that jim, shut the fuck up. this kid is coming right fucking now!”
el is in the hospital with you two, so is the entire party. they’re all waiting in the lobby with jim while you’re in the delivery room.
hey! i had a shitty day at work so i’m gonna read your hopper stuff to chill out. do you have any headcanons for him? i love reading random things you think about him
hey anon! im sorry youve had a bad day! and im flattered you’ve chosen my fic to read to chill out with!!
hmm lets see
hop listens to the eagles. even tho the show takes place in the 80s i just feel like he listens to mostly 70s lite rock.
he’s a romantic. it’s known that he has one night stands from time to time, and he’s bad at giving that next day phone call - but i think he is looking (maybe not actively - because he doesn’t want to get hurt again) but he’s looking for intimate things besides just sex/getting off
hop is big on memory. he wore sarah’s hairband around his wrist always. he has pictures she’s drawn in his house. and then later in the cabin he has boxes of stuff - it’s packed up and away - but it’s not been thrown out. so he still has those memories locked away somewhere.
i bet he was an excellent soldier in vietnam. he has that edge to him, and is hyper observant. maybe being in the army helped him hone in on those skills.
all of the things he’s done, army, then being a detective in nyc, then police chief at hawkins - all roles are meant to help people. he’s a protector it’s in his blood.
gentle giant is one of my favorite tropes to assign to him. yes he has a temper and can be a brawler at times - but he has a gentle spirit about him. he’s very caring for his men, those kids, and joyce too.
with all he’s been through and seen he’s come out on top of it all rather well considering. who knows what he saw in the war, and losing your child?? that’s unspeakable pain. then to lose his wife in a divorce - and she moved on.
like i mentioned earlier i don’t know if he’s LOOKING for love, but i think he could use some of it. and el was a great thing to happen to him. patch some of the wounds he’s got with him.
he’s like the definition of the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. like make this man some food and he’s all heart eyes. he doesn’t cook much and i bet he loves a home cooked meal. or like homemade cookies.
he has a size kink. :)
it is known that he likes the nickname chief being used in bed ok
he’s a simple man tbh like he doesn’t need flashy new things, he’s happy in his cozy cabin or that little house from s1. he’s comfortable in his little routine.
he is a night person. omg like straight up. i imagine when he’s not so busy he’d like to read at night. probably has a stack of books to read but when he gets home he just goes to bed lol
he’s respected and he’s earned that respect. he’s watchful over that town.
i wonder if he knows who all has crushes on him or not.
love your headcanons! how would hopper plan a romantic getaway for his gf / wife without her knowing about it? where would they go?
Thank you so much! ❤️
This turned into a one-shot? Kind of?
Hopper would happily spend his days off just sitting at home with you, maybe going out for one walk or a quick drive to the store to pick up some supplies.
It isn’t until you both finish a stressful week at work, collapse on the couch together and you murmur an exhausted, “It’d be so nice to just get away…” that he gets the idea.
He gently broaches the subject the next day, but you smile tiredly and wave your hand dismissively.
“Nah, we just need a weekend on the couch, we’ll feel better by Monday.”
You’d hoped he would forget about it. You know it’s hard for him to get proper time off, being the Chief, and it’s not exactly easy for you either. You both can’t afford a proper holiday, and you don’t want either of you to feel guilty about it. Besides, you do love just spending the weekend with him, he is always enough.
Hopper, though, can’t let the idea go. Hell, you two do need some proper time off.
The first thing he does, is turn to the most mature man he knows.
“Powell, what do you do for your wife when you want to treat her?” “Uh, I take her out to dinner, get her some flowers, usually after she’s hinted or I’ve fucked up.” “Nah, I mean, like, what’s your big gesture, like a weekend away or something?” “Weekend away? Shit, a weekend away is what we do for our anniversary or when I’ve really fucked up.” “Where do you go?” “Her uncle’s got a cabin up north so we usually just go there. I don’t have to pay an extortionate amount, it ain’t a long drive and we just take our own food and shit up there, go on walks and all that, and clean the place after we’re done.” “… Where abouts is this cabin?”
Once he’s got the number for this uncle, he’s calling it, booking it and making it happen.
He’ll call your work and request time off, of course telling them not to tell you. Then he’ll make sure he gets the same weekend off, and Flo will absolutely help him, practically threatening Callahan to take the shifts because, Lord, she knows you both need the break.
He’ll spend the next couple of weeks trying so hard not to let it slip.
“Hey, Karen’s throwing a party in next weekend, we’re not doing anything are we?”
“Uuuuhhhhhhhhhh… Shit… I think I’m workin’ that weekend.”
“Oh, okay, will you be able to swing by after?”
“Uuuhhhhhhhh… It depends… It might be a late one, I’ll let you know.”
“All righty.”
As soon as you’re off to work he’s grabbing the phone and calling Karen, telling her you absolutely both will not be there, sorry, and she can’t say a damn thing. Karen will love every second of the call because when does anyone ever hear Jim Hopper uptight?
Then, it’ll be the night before.
You’ll come in from work, so weary, and drop your bag onto the floor, kicking your shoes off. Rolling your neck, trying to relieve the tension in your shoulders, you’ll head straight to the bedroom, wanting to get straight into your pyjamas.
You’ll nearly jump out of your skin when you open the door and find Hopper within, about to place a shirt into a suitcase.
For the tiniest of moments the terrible thought that he’s leaving you crosses your mind, when you realise he’s smiling and that’s your shirt he’s packing.
“Uuhhh… What’s going on, Hop?”
“Sit down for a moment, sweetheart.”
“… Okay. Are we fleeing the country?”
“No, baby. We’re fleein’ town, for a few days.”
“… Huh?”
“I’ve got us a cabin for the next few days. We’re takin’ a little vacation.”
You’ll stare at him, and for a moment he’ll doubt whether this was actually a good idea or not, when you’ll suddenly throw your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.
Eagerly returning your kiss, his hands will slide around your waist as he smiles, feeling you sink against him.
Finally parting, you’ll beam as you gaze at him, cupping his cheek with your hand.
“Oh my God, I think those are the best words you’ve ever said to me.”
“Including ‘I love you’?”
“Well, it comes a close second.”
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Making breakfast together as a family on the weekends
Helping jane pick out a dress for the snowball
Teaching her how to do her hair and makeup
Jane love baking with you
Movie nights snuggled together under a thick blanket getting fat with sweets
Jane tells you about mike and the kiss
Putting a gentle hand on Hopper’s arm when he hears about it
You and jane making good nutritious home cooked food, always making sure to keep a plate back for Hopper when he’s working late, or running it to the station
Helping to teach jane new words
You and the boys along with Joyce helping to catch her up with school
The pair of you giving her the best childhood that you can for as long of it that’s left
For Hallowe’en Prompts 2018! Thank you so, so much to the anon who requested this cute lil prompt:
‘Halloween one shot (or whatever you prefer!) with Hopper and Eleven and his wife pretty please! Maybe Eleven’s first Halloween allowed out or something, I’m just dying to see some Hopper family Halloween fluff! 🧡🖤🧡🖤 Thank you!’
I’m so sorry it’s so late!
El saw one Hallowe’en commercial on TV and now you are doing e v e r y t h i n g.
Pumpkin carving? You’re taking her out to the fields and picking up every one she even vaguely likes and letting her take her time deciding between them. Of course she wants the biggest one, a notion spurred on by Hop insisting you have to have that one.
You’ll carve your chosen pumpkins the night before, a familiar and classic spooky face because they’re a classic, and set them up outside the front door with candles in. El will open the curtains every few minutes just to check they’re still glowing.
You’ll stay up all night finishing her costume because, right down to you tucking her in to bed, she was still undecided as to what she wanted to be.
At one point you just consider making a hybrid of everything and calling it a science experiment gone wrong.
Then she’ll finally decide and you and Hopper will share beers as you work through most of the night to complete the costume because you will NOT allow your girl to go out in something half-assed.
The next day, Hallowe’en celebrations will kick off immediately.
Breakfast will be Eggos with candy sprinkled over them, eaten whilst watching a family-friendly Hallowe’en movie.
El will want to get into her costume straight away so once the film’s over you’ll be getting her into it, quite a feat when she’s practically bouncing from foot to foot.
Then there’ll be more pumpkin carving, followed by baking ‘scary’ treats involving gummy eyeballs, chocolate chip spikes and jelly worms, though most of the supply will have been eaten the night before by Hopper.
After eating half of the treats you’ll box up the leftovers and watch whatever’s spooky themed on TV or what you rented from the video store.
And then it’ll be time: trick or treating time.
Empty bag in one hand, your hand in the other, El will grin from ear to ear as Hopper walks at her other side. She’ll stare at everything, point at everyone and, based on her friends suggestion, insist you go to Loch Nora for the best candy.
Lo and behold, there the boys will be already in their coordinated outfits, bouncing from foot to foot and laughing.
They’ll grin and yell at the sight of the three at you, though their attention will quickly divert to El and her outfit.
She’ll smile as they crowd around and compliment it, swiftly complimenting you and Hopper on your sewing skills before they’ve got their arms around her and are walking up the drive to Loch Nora.
After that, it’ll be all you and Hopper can do to keep up with them.
You’ll slip your hand into his as you stride after the kids, keeping your eyes firmly on them as Hopper mumbles that they’ll be fine, despite his pace matching yours.
Your feet will start to drag a little, though, after the first hour.
“How do kids have so much damn energy.” “It’s all that candy they eat.” “Maybe we should’ve brought out our own supply.” “I did.” “What? And you haven’t been sharing with me?” “Fine, you want one?” “Yes, please, Chief, thank you kindly.”
Another hour or so later, though, long after you and Hopper were convinced they’d have a sugar crash, Hop will announce that it’s time to turn in for the night.
“All right, all right, all right, enough of that,” he’ll grumble as the boys try to convince him otherwise and El pulls the face she’s learned will sometimes get you and Hop to change your minds.
This time, though, as the people you pass start to look slightly older and definitely not in costumes, your minds won’t be changed: it’s the teenagers time to appear.
Once satisfied that the boys’ll be okay after seeing them halfway home to Mike’s house, knowing they’re all staying over there, the three of you will head home.
That’s when the sugar crash will hit.
Carrying El to her room, Hop will set her down and promise her he’ll keep her candy hidden somewhere safe. You’ll help her out of her costume and into her pyjamas, after which she’ll crawl under the covers.
As you do most nights, you and Hopper will read to her, from a spooky book, naturally, though you’ll only make it through half a chapter before she’s asleep, exhausted from the excitement of the day.
Smiling at Hop, both your hearts bursting with love, you’ll gently tuck her in and quietly slip out of the room and to the living room.
Collapsing onto the couch and in to Hopper’s arms, he’ll produce his private candy stash from his pocket and settle it between you.
“What a day.” “What a day.” “... Is a sugar hangover a thing?” “I don’t know. Let’s find out.”
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It took him months to find a ring he was sure you’d like. He even went out of town.
When his colleagues asked where he’d been he’d grunted about following a lead and had retreated to his office, opening and closing the box the ring was in for the rest of the day.
Then he’d kept it in his trouser pocket for two weeks.
How the fuck is he supposed to do it.
Definitely not somewhere public. He can’t afford to take you abroad. He doesn’t know how to pull off a big romantic gesture.
Fuck.
He’ll spend a few days trying to casually ask his married colleagues how their proposals happened and they’ll tell him, with very strange looks because this is Chief Jim Hopper asking them and then he’ll just retreat again because, fuck, they’re definitely going to know why he’s asking and he can’t have them whispering about it when you visit the station.
Should he just ask you outright? No, there needs to be some sort of romance to it, he loves you so damn much.
Fuck, what if you say no?
No, you love him, he knows that.
But what if for some reason you do say no?
Fuck, stop it.
Then, suddenly, it’ll come to him.
You’ll come home to the lights on, dimmed, and the table set. A candle will be on the table and Hopper’ll look up as you enter, a smile spreading across his lips.
‘Hey, baby, how was your day?’ He’ll kiss you after you’ve removed your shoes and coat, his arms wrapping around you as you sink into his embrace.
You’ll tell him as he serves up your dinner, gesturing for you to take a seat. He glances at you as you speak, checking your reactions; you don’t suspect a thing, Hopper often cooks when he gets home earlier than you.
He’ll have cooked your favourite meal; again, nothing new there, it’s the only meal he’s perfected.
You’ll talk throughout the meal, his heart pounding. After dessert (again, your favourite), he’ll push the plates aside and take your hand.
‘I love you, baby.’
‘I love you, too, Hop.’
He’ll clear his throat, his thumb stroking across your knuckles.
‘I really do love you, sweetheart. Now, you know I’m not good at speeches but I’m gonna try. You’ve changed my life, baby, i don’t know what I’d do without you. I know I’m not the best man in the world but you make me want to be better. And…’ He’ll break off, pulling his hand from yours and going to his trouser pocket as he pushes his chair back. Clearing his throat again, he’ll lower himself down onto one knee as he holds your gaze and opens the box before you. ‘… I’d like to ask if you’ll do me the great honour of bein’ my wife.’
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