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Max and Will are skeptical about Plan G
watching the thundermans is so real of me
lab rats, however ?
my loves, my life. #marcus>>>
So my pan best friend was showing me girls she was into and I was like “meh” and that was one that she was really Into. She started complaining that I had bad taste so I showed her Max Bowden and said “what do you think?”. She said “2” out of 10 and that sent me to hell and back. So I started to, every single day, showing her a pic of him and shouting in her face “SAY IT! SAY HOW ATTRACTIVE HE IS!” And finally she turned around and said “okay he’s pretty cute” 👌
I didn’t ask for this.
Pairing: Jim Hopper x reader
Warnings: angst BUUUUtttTttt fluff
Requested: yes
Tags: ?? anon
Song: Ghosts
AN: i was not told if this was supposed to be romantic or platonic, so i went with the second one. if you want it romantic, let me know bc im just a stoner writing fanfics in my free time.
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Clenching your jaw, you looked up at him, Eleven crossing her arms as she stood next to you. “You never let us leave, Hopper. You just, you just expect us to sit here and wait for you!”
“That’s because that’s what you have to do! Both of you aren’t safe outside of this cabin, and you know that!” Anger lanced his voice as his fists balled up. “You listen to me, around here, okay?”
“You’re not my dad!”
“No, I’m not, but I sure as hell might be.”
“I wish I’d never came here!”
“Yeah, well, me too, sometimes.”
You yelled, the lamp and table flipping over before you had stomped off to your room, slamming your door with a flick of your wrist.
Hopper rolled his eyes, looking at Eleven before arching a brow. “What?” The sounds of you yelling was heard from the room, interrupting them at points.
“She's—” God, I hate this place! “—she’s right.”
“Don’t start—” This is ridiculous! I hate you! “—don’t start with me, Eleven. Go watch TV or go to your room—” The sound of you throwing something against the door was heard. “—okay, so not your room. Go watch TV, dinner will be done soon.”
She nodded before she sat on the couch and turned the TV on and fixing the table, wiping her nose after.
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He knocked on the door, waiting about ten seconds, then he knocked again. When nothing was said, Hopper turned away, plate in his hand and started to walk away.
The door creaked open and he smiled slightly, turning back around and walking in, looking around for you. When he spotted you sitting on the floor, back against the bed, head in your hands, he placed the food on your desk and sat down next to you.
“Listen—”
“I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be a freak, Hopper. I—I never wanted this to happen. It just did, and one day I wake up and I realize I needed to leave and here I am. Still miserable, because I wish I was normal.” The words were muttered, but Hopper could tell she was shaking as she spoke them.
His lips made a line and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him. “I know you didn’t ask for this, Y/N. Neither did Jane. Realize something though, Y/N—” he pulled away, grabbing your shoulders and turned you to face him. “—you could be dead, if you weren’t here. Or in that lab. Jane—”
“Eleven. She likes being called Eleven.” You interrupted.
“Why?”
“It reminds her of her friends. Of Mike. It reminds her, that she’s more than just a number on her wrist. It reminds her, that it’s her life.”
“Okay, listen. Once this all blows over, you guys can come out, okay? You were right, you don’t deserve to be locked up like some animal.”
Smiling softly, you raised your arm, bringing the plate towards you, wiping your nose after. “Thank you.”
———
Hopper was true to his word, letting you and Eleven out after realising he needed you two to close the gate. Walking to the Byers house, wasn’t new to you and you grinned widely when the kids had all came and hugged you tightly.
“You’re back!” Dustin spoke, smiling. You watched as Eleven poked his mouth and muttered that he had teeth.
“Oh, ohh, you like these pearls, huh?” He purred, smiling with it.
“Please, never again.” You said, laughing as the kids laughed with you.
“God, we’re so glad you’re back, Y/N. We missed you both.” Mike said, bringing everyone in for a hug. Hopper and Joyce joined in, and smiled, finally happy to be back.
“They’re not leaving any time soon, either. This is home.” Hopper spoke, hugging Eleven and Y/N tightly.
“Steve, come on! Join the party.” Lucas spoke up, and you turned your head.
That was the first time, in a long time, your heart beat quickened, eyes locking onto Steve’s. Steve Harrington. The boy Hopper told you to watch out for, but to also be kind to.
“Come on, Harrington, we don’t have all day!” Max yelled, and they all watched as Steve came into the group and was enveloped inside, arms wrapping around them.
“Home.” Eleven said, smiling widely.
“Yes, El. Home.” You said, as you smiled back. You could get used to this. For once, you felt normal and you hugged the group tighter.
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AN: I’m on break and I finished this because the ending ran through my head and I was like OKAY FUCKER CHILL I GOT THIS. thanks for reading, and remember REQUESTS ARE OPEN. if you do request something, make sure you tell me if you want it romantic or platonic. I DON’T WRITE SMUT OR HARDCORE ROMANCE FOR THE KIDS. THANK YOU.
DAVID JUST ADOPT HIM ALREADY
I hate how life is strange 2 gets completely skipped over… its my fav ever and sean and daniel are so cute omg their story is so good I hate. when new merch is made and they’re not included … maybe it’s because they’re more relatable to me considering their backgrounds but ugh it’s just so crazy like okay sure more merch of these white girls but not the brown boys