Hello! Here's a little fic for @serenityiskey based on her public request with Joyce and Hopper. Hope you like it!
(I am well aware it is currently October, but this was such a cute idea!)
Original Request:
PUBLIC REQUEST: I am in need of some Joyce x Hopper content. Maybe one where they are spending Christmas together and snuggling by a fire place (or heater) and reminiscing about when they were younger and Joyce could be like “I remember how sensitive you were back then” and she playfully tickles him resulting in hopper saying “as if you weren’t ticklish yourself! I always tickled you when you wanted to misbehave”
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Remember That Christmas?
Christmas time had come to Hawkins, Indiana.
The children were playing out in the cold. Shops were full of people desperately trying to buy their last few presents. Christmas lights were on and glowing as the sun slowly slipped down the horizon.
A beautiful time of the year. If you didn't mind the cold, that is.
"I got enough of this weather in Russia." Hopper grumbled, turning the heater up.
"I don't think it's below zero outside right now." Joyce chuckled, waiting for him on the couch.
He sighed and sat back down next to her. She handed him the blanket and he quickly bundled up, forcing them to sit really close to each other.
Neither of them minded, of course. After the disaster that was the past few years, they had both grown incredibly close. Closer than most of the other couples in the town.
"Do you remember our first Christmas together?" Joyce asked suddenly, pulling the blanket closer to her chin.
"If I recall correctly," Hopper tapped his fingers. "You broke up with me two weeks after it."
Joyce smacked his arm as he laughed. "No I didn't!"
"Yehes, you dihid!" He shook his head. "It wahas ahawful."
She rolled her eyes. "Ok, but I'm talking about the day itself. Not two weeks after!"
His laughter died down and he turned to her, a soft smile on his face.
"Of course I do." He said, holding her hand. "I came over to your house, petrified because I was terrified of your dad."
It was Joyce's turn to laugh. "You two ended up taking the largest tree you could find home! He loved you after that. My mom didn't though."
"Cause you both got pine needles ahall over the floor!" Joyce leaned on his shoulder, giggling at the memory. "Shehe was so pissed!"
"Oho yeah!" He chuckled. "She threatened to lock your dad outside because of it!"
"She did!"
They both laughed at the memory. It was nice to just sit and chill calmly. No monsters or impending doom.
"I also remember how ticklish you were back then."
Nevermind about the impending doom.
"Uh... What?" Hopper asked, hoping she didn't say what he thought she said.
She turned to him, a smirk on her face. "You were really ticklish!"
"No I wasn't."
"Yes, you were."
"Wasn't."
"Were."
"Wasn't!"
"Are you still ticklish?"
For the second time, Hopper was taken aback. "Guh... No."
She sat up straighter. "You hesitated."
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you did."
"Didn't."
"Did."
"Didn't!"
"Did!"
"DidIHIN'T!"
Hopper shouted as Joyce squeezed his side from under the blanket. She smiled and kept going.
"You did too!"
"Johoyce! St-Stahap!" He giggled, shifting away slightly. The blanket was in his way, so he didn't get far.
"This is adorable." Joyce's grin widened as she spidered up his ribs. "The great Jim Hopper is adorable when tickled. And is ticklish, for that matter. Who woulda thought?"
"Ahaham nohohAHAhat!" He yelped as she used her other hand to scratch his stomach
"What? Not ticklish? Or not adorable?" She shifted around to face him better and squeezed both his sides. "Cause with how this is going, both are true."
"SHUHUT UHUP!" He cackled, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away.
She yelped as she was dragged onto him, her wrists soon trapped in one of his hands.
"From what I remember," Hopper panted, smiling for a different reason now. "You were ticklish too."
Joyce opened her mouth to protest, but it was quickly replaced by loud laughter as he clawed at her stomach.
"HOHOHOP!" She shrieked, twisting in his grip. "NAHAHAT FAHAIR!"
"It's completely fair!" He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Not my fault you haven't worked out yet!"
She shook her head, too overcome by laughter to reply. Her legs kicked out, pushing one of the blankets off the couch and sending a pillow flying.
"Hope you didn't break anything with that- Woah, hey!"
Joyce lunged back, throwing all her weight on her attacker. Caught by surprise, Hopper fell onto his back, his hand slipping off hers.
She quickly turned around, sitting on his thighs, and smirked down at him.
"I have been working out." She panted this time. "And I also win."
Without hesitation, she shoved her hands under his arms, laughing as he screamed.
It was his turn to kick and flail. His arms locked to his sides on instinct and he couldn't lift them up as she attacked. Another pillow ended up flying through the air.
"Hope you didn't break anything with that." Joyce said, mimicking his gruff voice.
"OHOK, OHOHOK! YOUHOU WIHIHIN!"
Joyce stopped imidietly, pumping her fist in victory. She got off him and sat back in her original spot.
Hopper just laid there, rubbing his face. "You are a mean woman." He said, eventually sitting up.
She grinned back at him. "Or you're just too ticklish."
He huffed and rolled his eyes, fixing the blankets. They curled back up together, watching the children play outside the window.
Christmas time didn't suck, even with the cold. As long as he had someone to hang out with during the holiday.
"So... Are you still cold?"
"That's it!"
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Well, ok. This is my first tickle fic that I have ever posted, so this is terrifying.
In all honesty, I may do more Joyce x Hopper cause this was really fun to write.
Up next: an OC fic. (If everything goes according to plan)
