#hopper.

[missminerva]

continued from here. @mrcolinhopper​

Minnie was a perfectionist to her core and this conversation alone as a slip-up in a series of tragic moments that she wishes she could undo. The first mistake was drinking. It let her guard down and there she was sobbing to a stranger about how she didn’t feel good enough ever since she had caught Mickey with that other woman. No matter what the truth was it was an image she couldn’t get out of her head and it killed her that every time she thought of her best friend and former lover that the mental image of his lips on another was what haunted her. It felt sad, it felt pathetic, and it felt weak. She didn’t like coming off as weak to others because there were so many people who counted on her.

The second mistake was confiding all of this to Colin Hopper of all people. She wasn’t stupid; she knew of him and the rumors that circulated around him. He wasn’t someone she ever looked closer into but maybe that was another mistake. She just didn’t know how many times she could allow herself to slip and slipping around this man felt dangerous. A little danger could never hurt anyone, sure, but Minnie knew that every word she ever breathed was observed and picked apart. It was maddening. 

His words didn’t do much to soothe her troubled soul but she knew that was probably not his intentions. She could appreciate someone keeping her straight, even when she didn’t want to hear it. Her words were slightly slurred as she spoke, and she tried to sound as dignified as she could, but she knew she could only do so much. “If I could trust noble words as noble, my life would be far more simpler,” she said with a bitter laugh. Bitterness was not a feeling she allowed herself to feel much, and she already decided she hated it on her tongue. “Are you calling me a people pleaser? I very much am. But I don’t find it suffocating or too much...not most of the time. Don’t let it fool you though, I’m not one who tends to handle betrayal well...”

[maybestronger]

[byersmom-a]

man i’m just gonna be lazy bc i really don’t feel like getting fancy here. tags take 2

[ghostsseen-blog]

&& THE CHIEF :  / @chieffather

“I don’t know, maybe for attempted breaking and entering, not listening to me when I told you not to go in there, mouthing me off when I didn’t let you,” he lists, crossing his arms over his chest. “To name a few.”

Well, Hopper has him there, yet eyes still narrow in response. Breaking and entering hardly seemed apology worthy, as did not listening to him ( Bill could think of plenty of reasons that ignoring adults was totally within the realm of correct. ) “Maybe I wouldn’t have if-if you’d tell the truth.” 

[batterdad]

@chieffather​ / cont.

If he was awake, he wouldn’t have had much of a clue what was happening. Picking fights is not a strange concept to him, but he had been out here alone, trying to find a place to clear his head, lit a cigarette- then? Nothing. Sure, he had enemies, but even people who didn’t like him wouldn’t stoop so low. Clearly, whatever had happened, hadn’t left his body in the best shape in the world.

Vaguely, he knows he’s awake enough to hear... something. Maybe his name? Really, Steve can’t be quite sure, head still swimming, senses not quite catching up with his brain. Good thing, too, he’s sure he would be in a WORLD of pain if nerves started actually inputting information. Instead of attempting to answer, he focuses on catching his breath, in and out.. in and out..

[batterdad]

@chieffather​/ cont.

Steve considers his next words carefully ⸻ that tone scares him, but he doesn’t let it show. “It was two beers, I stayed in, no one was over. That was it.” One hand meets to hip, other gesticulating before running through hair. Nervous habit. “No one else has been here all night, I promise.” v

[batterdad]

@chieffather​ / s.c.

Wiping away tears that aren’t there dramatically, he gives Hopper a smile, hanging off of car door. Last dance of the school year, he never thought he’d see the day, finally almost having graduate; getting to see the once middle school A.V. club get to their end of freshman year dance.  “They grow up so fast, don’t they, Hop?”