#jim hopper

“Isn't too hard to see…we're in Heaven…”

With Eddie all over you, you’re indeed in heaven. 

You giggle against his mouth when he bumps his nose into yours for like the hundredth time. You’re not sure how long it’s been since he climbed up your window, only that your lips are swollen already. He kisses you again anyway. Then your cheek, then the other cheek, then your jaw and then lower. 

His lips trail down your neck in wet, lazy kisses. His hand slides beneath your shirt to pinch your waist playfully, cold rings making you gasp. 

“Eddie...” you whisper, melting under his weight. 

He smiles without looking up. God, you can feel his teeth dragging slowly over your skin, before he finds the perfect spot and starts sucking like the little devil he is. 

Your fingers run through his curls, torn between scolding him and letting him mark you all over. Thankfully, your survival instinct kicks in, and you tug his head slightly back. 

“No hickeys this time, Munson,” you warn, but your breath gives away how much you were enjoying it. 

How much you actually want it. Damn it. 

Eddie notices, of course he does, his lips release your sensitive skin only to look at you, grinning. “Mmm…I don’t know. Can’t promise anything, sweetheart.”

“Eddie–“

“Shhh, pretty girl,” he hushes you, diving into your collarbone again. “I’m trying to savor this moment before your dad throws me in federal prison…”

You giggle against his hair. “He will if he sees your teeth on my neck, Eds.” 

“It’s that so?” He teases, more focused on choosing his next spot to attack. 

The way his lips wrap around your skin feels so good you forget how to keep protesting. Your fingers twist in his curls, your back arching up into him and the way his mouth claims you. 

You just pray your father stays away wherever he is for longer. The only reason why you’re doing it here instead of Eddie’s trailer like usual, is because Wayne had the night off today and wanted to have one of his buddies over for beers. 

To be fair you didn’t plan to hide your relationship from Hopper at the start. But he’s always been a little psycho when it comes to “boys” around you. Now, with an even younger daughter it’s worse. He hates Mike for even breathing close to El. Not to mention he also has access to one too many guns, and with the way the town already sees Eddie, it’s just…better this way. Better to stifle your uneven breathing as your boyfriend takes you to heaven right in your bed. 

“Just–just keep it where my dad can’t see them, baby,” you pant, breathing becoming a hard task at this point. 

He lifts his head with a dramatic gasp, that shit eating grin forming on his face again with a mischievous glint in those huge brown eyes. 

“I knew you were a freak just like me,” he says proudly, shaking his head. “Freaks in love, what a beautiful thing,” he sighs dreamily, making you snort so hard you have to cover your mouth. 

“Oh my God Eddie, shut up!” You slap his shoulder weakly, making him snort back, drowning the sound in the crook of your neck. 

“Mmm yeah, I can put my mouth to better use…” 

The next sound that comes out of your mouth is involuntary. But it’s not your fault when Eddie knows exactly what to do to drag sweet moans out of you.

“You’re gonna…you’re gonna get me killed–fuck,” you moan again when Eddie sucks harder to leave his desired mark on your shoulder. His head shoots up with a devious smile at your barely contained sounds. 

“Would you keep it quiet, sweetheart? you don’t wanna alert the little witch…” he chuckles, shifting his weight above you a little too fast, the movement making the headboard tap against the wall.

You both freeze. 

“Fuck,” Eddie curses with wide eyes. “You think she heard that?” 

You lift on your elbows and tilt your head to listen for any shuffle outside the door, but all you can hear is the soft music still playing in your room. You shrug when you look back at Eddie.

“I don't think so.”

Eddie exhales, before amusement takes over again. “Do you think she even knows what it means?” 

“She hangs out with Max all the time, Eddie. Yes, I think she’d know what it means,” you deadpan. 

The statement makes him blink at you in surprise a few times, but it’s not long before both of you burst into “quiet” laughter. You place a hand over Eddie’s mouth, his head shaking against your palm from how he tries to hold it in. 

“Stop–stop it!” you whisper-shout, barely keeping your own laughter in. “She’s gonna know you’re here!”

“Too late.”

The little deadpan voice coming from the other side of the door makes you both go still. Your heads whip toward the locked door.

“I know he’s in there. And I know what you’re doing,” she continues. 

You close your eyes with a grimace, sighing in frustration. “El, you do not know what we’re doing.”

The girl doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes I do. Max told me when you sound like that it’s because you’re having s–”

“Don’t finish that sentence!” You scramble, attempting to sit up and almost bumping Eddie in the process, since he’s too busy caught between amusement and fear to even move. 

“I’m telling him,” she says. 

“NO!” You and Eddie yell in unison, both scrambling to get off of each other, knocking over your little bedside lamp in the process. 

“Shit!” 

“She’s bluffing, right? Please tell me she’s bluffing? We weren’t even doing anything…yet” Eddie whispers, pacing next to your bed. 

“I don’t know!” you hiss, fixing your shirt and your hair before racing to the door. “She’s weird now, she has an attitude and all. For all I know she could do exactly as she says.”

“Great. Perfect. This is exactly how I thought my night was gonna end. Not inside you–oh no. Blackmailed by a fourteen year old and then shot by your father. Tell Wayne I love him–”

“Shut up!!” You snort, gesturing with a finger to your lips. “El, please,” you beg, cracking the door open just enough to see her unimpressed little face. “Please don’t tell dad.”

She crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes. She moves her head past you to see Eddie standing by your window, waving awkwardly at her. She remembers seeing you and him sucking each other's faces off a few days ago before you shut the door on her face. 

“El?” You ask, moving your body to block her gaze on Eddie. 

She seems to think about it for a moment, but you weren’t born yesterday, you know the look on her face and you know exactly why she’s there. 

“Okay. But cover for me and Mike next time.” 

There it is. You stare at her in silence, then you whip around to Eddie, curls wild, pupils blown and holding in his laughter. “Is this kid fucking serious?”

Eddie just raises his eyebrows in amusement. “Like sister like…half-sister?” He chuckles. “Being a freak runs in the family, I see.” 

You flip him off before you turn back to her. 

“Fine. Deal. I better not get grounded or I swear you’re going down with me,” you say. El just nods and turns to walk away. “And put some music on! You don’t wanna hear….anything.”

“The happy screaming?” She asks, right before scrambling to her room with a giggle when your eyes go wide. 

Her door shuts, and seconds later Madonna starts blasting from her stereo at full volume. 

“Jesus Christ, this girl,” you mutter, shaking your head before shutting your door. 

Click. 

You turn back to Eddie–and you both lose it. He throws himself dramatically on the bed, laughing into your pillows. You’re laughing too as you crawl on top of him, placing your hands on his chest with a grin. 

“Now, where were we?” You tease, leaning down to kiss him again. 

But he flips you over, making you giggle against his neck, and the music is just loud enough to cover the squeaking of the bed, the shushing and the soft little gasps when clothes begin to fall off. 

You don’t hear the car pulling in the driveway. You don’t hear the front door open or the heavy footsteps following. 

All you hear is Eddie, breathing hard on your ear, muttering curses and things like “You’re so fucking tight, baby–shit,” with every sweet drag of his cock across your slick walls. Your fingers dip into his bare shoulders, and your head tilts back against the pillow with barely contained moans as he hits every spot he has to hit. 

“Ed…Eddie…” you choke out, completely drunk on the way his balls slap your ass every time he bottoms out. “R-right there…please”

“Right there sweetheart?” He coos with a chuckle, dragging out only to slam back again in a hard thrust, hitting that spot again. “How does that feel, huh?” 

You gasp, back arching, eyes rolling back. “S–so big…so good Eds…shit…”

“Shh, shh, you’re okay angel–fuck you’re perfect,” he whispers, leaning back to hook his arm under your legs to lift your ass, then placing a pillow right under your pelvis. He snaps his hips harder, deeper, trying to make you cum because he knows damn well he won’t last much longer with the way your pussy clenches around him. 

The change of angle makes a loud moan escape your lips, making Eddie bring his ringed hand over your mouth with a grin. 

God, how he loves the way you come undone under him. 

If it was up to him, he’d let you be as loud as you want. Lord knows when he fucks you hard in his trailer the whole park knows when you come. On the other hand, nothing compares to drilling you into your own mattress. Seeing the way you shake trying to muffle your moans while he makes love to you in secret.  

The sheer thrill of it. 

And as if it wasn’t enough, with one hand still covering your mouth, Eddie brings the other to play with your swollen clit. The overwhelming feeling is enough to make you cry out under his palm, feeling that pressure on your belly building quicker and quicker. He’s too focused on the way your juices start to drip down your cute bedsheets under him, that he doesn’t hear anything happening outside that room either. 

Jim Hopper enters his household with slumped shoulders and dragged footsteps after a tiring day. But he doesn’t have much time to feel miserable about how shitty work was, when he realizes none of his girls are on sight. 

Which always means trouble. 

His eyes land on El’s door first. Loud music blasts behind it, the same way it does when Mike is sucking her face off and doing god knows what with his hands. He stomps over there with no hesitation, slamming the door open. 

“How many times have I told you–”

He stops dead in his tracks when he finds El alone, laying on the floor as she flips through a comic, music still at full volume coming from her stereo. 

“I–hey kid,” he says softer, clearing his throat when he realizes there’s no male threat in that room. “Why’s the music so loud?” 

“New mixtape. She said I could play it as loud as I wanted.” 

“She?”

“Sister,” she smiles. 

That weird little smile makes him narrow his eyes, “What did your sister do?” He asks, because he wasn’t born yesterday either. He already raised a teenager. 

“N-nothing!” She says, maybe a little too quickly. 

That’s when he hears a bump on the wall coming from your room.

“I swear to god–” he rolls his eyes with an exhausted sigh, already walking to your door, ignoring the way El trails behind him with wide eyes. 

“Wait–” she scrambles trying to stall him, but he’s already pressing his ear to your door. 

And Jesus Christ, he did not need to hear any of that. His daughter’s panting and some dude’s groans muffled by music. His hand flies to the doorknob, rattling it violently. 

“Young lady, you better open this goddamn door right now!!”

The booming voice makes you both stop. 

“Shit!” you yelp, somehow pushing Eddie off, grabbing whatever you can find from the floor to get dressed. 

“Who’s in there???” Hopper keeps rattling the doorknob with one hand, the other banging the door loudly. “El, open this door!”

“No!” 

Eddie’s panicking. He’s hopping around, shoving his dick–condom and all–into his jeans, looking around for his shirt and trying to put on his shoes at the same time. 

“He’s gonna kill me,” he hisses. All that confidence he had fucking you into next week now reduced to sheer human fear. “He’s actually gonna murder me. I’m gonna die too young.”

You ignore his dramatic monologue. 

“Did you park far?” you whisper, tripping over your bra as you try to hide it under the bed. “Eddie, he can't see your van–”

“Yes yes I did–but I’m not worried about that! I’m worried about getting shot in the dick!”

BANG BANG BANG.

“Open right now or I swear to god I’ll break it down!!” 

“Coming!” You yell back. 

“Not yet,” Eddie snorts, he fucking snorts like he’s not about to be executed by the town’s sheriff. 

You turn to him, mouth open in disbelief. He realizes his mistake when you stomp toward him and dig a finger into his bare chest. 

“Do you appreciate your life?” You ask, he just nods frantically. “Then you need to get out of here, dumbass, now!!” 

You shove him toward the windowsill, he clumsily puts one leg over the frame, when you spot his shirt on the floor. You quickly pick it up and hand it to him. 

“What if I want you to keep it? As a token of our love.”

If your dad doesn’t kill him right now you’re the one who’s going to do it. 

“Eddie–GET OUT NOW!”

“Okay, okay, fleeing the scene–”

But just as he’s about to swing his other leg over the frame, the door slams over with a harsh thud as Hopper almost breaks it off its hinges. 

“MUNSON?” 

He freezes. You freeze. Eddie freezes.

Hopper’s eyes go from Eddie mid escape, still clutching his shirt over his tattooed chest, to the pillow you’ve put between the bed frame and the wall, to your messy hair and the very fresh hickey stamped on your shoulder. 

“…Hi, dad,” you say breathlessly, smiling awkwardly. 

“Heyyyy, Mr. Hopper–I mean Sir uh…Iwasjustleaving!” 

Eddie tries to jump outside the window, but it only takes your fuming dad a few strides to storm across the room and grab him by the ear before he can. 

“Ow ow ow–” Eddie yelps loudly, feet tripping over each other as he gets dragged out of your room.

“Dad!!” you shout, trailing after them. “Stop it! you’re gonna rip it off–“

“That’s not the only thing I’m ripping off!” He snaps, turning to El. “And you, turn off that music right now!” 

El, for once does as she’s told, the only sounds left in the house are everyone’s heavy breathing and Eddie’s little whines. She watches from her doorway with wide eyes, horrified as her dad hauls your shirtless boyfriend into the living room and finally releases him with a shove. Eddie stumbles back, holding his ear with one hand, the other still clutching his shirt for dear life. 

Hopper turns to you, “Eddie Munson? Seriously?” 

You try to look apologetic. It comes out more like a nervous laugh because you’re embarrassed as hell and don’t know how else to react. 

“Oh, so you think this is funny?”

“Dad, I–”

“No, don't ‘Dad’ me!” he starts pacing, dragging his hand down his face because it physically pains him to be alive in this moment. “I decided to take in two girls. Two. I’ve set clear rules in this house. And now one’s blowing out her eardrums to cover for the other while she sneaks in boys to hookup with while I’m gone.”

Heat travels to your face. But it’s not from embarrassment anymore. It’s anger. Anger that simmers quietly. 

“I just wanna say,” Eddie chimes in nervously, holding his hands up as if he’s surrendering to an arrest, “this wasn’t just a hookup thing, Sir. I care about her. A lot actually, I only mean well.”

Hopper laughs bitterly, crossing his arms and nodding condescendingly like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard. 

“Well? You only mean well, right–and what exactly is ‘well’ about sneaking into my house, locking yourself in my daughter’s room, and doing that??” he closes the distance between you, gesturing at the hickey. 

“Okay, fair, but–” 

“Were you even using protection?”

“Dad!!” you groan, moving in front of Eddie. “We’re being safe! And I’m not sneaking in boys plural. It’s just Eddie. My–my boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah? Boyfriend? Well you’re grounded.” 

You gasp. “What? That’s so unfair!” 

“You’re grounded until you introduce him like a proper lady, not while he’s still trying to shimmy into his jeans behind a locked door!”

You glare at him with your arms crossed. Your hair’s still a mess, the hickey is still very much hickeying, and he looks like he’s not backing down no matter if you start stomping your feet on the ground like a child. 

He brushes past you and turns his attention to Eddie, grabbing him by the collar until his untied sneakers lift off the ground. 

“S–Sir?” Eddie yelps. 

“You mark her again like that and you’re dead. Understood?”

Eddie nods frantically. “Understood, S–sir–absolutely!! Message received!! I love life. Biiig fan of living, actually. I’ll, uh–show myself out?” Eddie blurts out, hands flailing around him in an attempt to stabilize himself in the vulnerable position, but Hopper doesn’t put him back down. 

“I’m not done with you yet, Munson.”

You groan again, covering your face with your hands.  “God–I hate you.”

Before he can say you’re grounded for life, something falls in the kitchen. The noise makes him spin around, giving you just enough time to snap your head up and lock eyes with Eddie. 

You mouth RUN.

And oh boy, he bolts. He slips himself from your dad’s embrace and sprints like hell out the front door, wild curls bouncing in the wind, laughing like a madman who just escaped the guillotine. 

“TILL OUR PATHS CROSS AGAIN, MY LOVE!!” he yells at the top of his lungs, skipping the steps of the front porch. 

Hopper whirls around. “Son of a bitch–COME BACK HERE!”

He storms after him, but the couch has already been moved a few inches so he trips, nearly eating the floor. It’s not a surprise when you both turn around and see the blood coming out of El’s nose. 

“Damn it, El!”

You smile, running to the open door, just in time to see Eddie leap over the perimeter set for Eleven’s safety, almost losing a shoe, and keep running for his life. 

You can’t help it. You stifle a laugh with the palm of your hand. 

Behind you, Hopper’s face is red, looking at both of you in disbelief. He walks over to you, slamming the front door shut. 

“You’re both grounded forever.” Before you can whine, he’s already spitting more words. “When I said you two needed to be more like sisters, I didn’t mean this!”

“Yeah, and what exactly did you mean?” You spit back. 

“I don’t know, bonding, talking–painting your nails and going to the mall! Not conspiring to deceive me while your boyfriend sucks your neck like a lunatic!”

“Oh my god, Dad! Would you stop bringing it up?” You roll your eyes in annoyance. “El go to your room,” you say. 

She doesn’t need to hear more of this. 

He huffs, muttering to himself as Eleven locks herself in her room. “Now this–this is what I get. This is what I get for trying to raise women. Lying little degenerates, the both of you. Should’ve left you where I found you…”

This time you huff, walking past him to go back to your room. “Maybe then we could have boyfriends in peace,” you sneer, before slamming your door shut. 

He curses, and bangs on your door one more time, “You’re still grounded! And you better take a shower, I can smell the weed from here!”

You sigh. Sat on the edge of your bed wrapped in only a towel over damp skin, still thinking about the way you were wrapped in Eddie just an hour ago. 

Your eyes land on his forgotten jacket, crumpled on the corner of your room. You smile, walking over to it to pick it up and bring it close to you to take in the scent. 

Leather, the cologne you gave him for his birthday and…weed? Who knows. It smells like him. Your safe place. You bury your face in it like a total sap, but the click of your door’s lock coming off startles you. 

“Jesus, El!” you yelp, spinning around with the jacket clutched to your chest. “Just because you can open doors with your mind doesn’t mean you should!”

She stands there, with a cute little expression that makes you forget about being mad at her.

You sigh. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to snap, come here.” 

You sit down on the edge of your bed again and pat the spot beside you. She sits next to you quietly, tucking her legs under herself. 

“Listen uh–I’m sorry you had to hear all that. Me and Dad. And I’m sorry you got grounded for helping me…I’m sure he’ll forget about it in a few days.”

She shrugs, knowing that won't exactly stop her from seeing Mike either way. 

“He…doesn’t like boys.”

You both snort at the same time.

“That’s true. I think he’s convinced we should just join a convent,” you chuckle. 

El tilts her head in confusion, ready to ask what a convent is but something else catches her attention. Her eyes land on the mark on your shoulder.

“Did Eddie do that to hurt you?”

The question knocks the air out of your chest. 

“What? No! No, no, no–God, no,” you blurt out, fiddling nervously with the jacket on your lap. “That was…um, that was consensual.”

“Consensual?”

“Yeah…it means both people want something to happen. Like, really want it. It has to come from both sides. Always.”

She processes the information quietly, and you know a million more questions are rattling inside her head. You take a deep breath. She eventually needs to learn about this anyway. 

“Look, if you ever don’t like something, if something makes you feel uncomfortable, or weird, or confused, you say no. And when you say no, that’s it. It stops. Doesn’t matter who it is. Doesn’t matter what they want. I need you to understand that.” 

She nods, still a bit hesitant. 

“I’m sure Max has already told you way more than I ever could.” You laugh, shaking your head. That gets the ghost of a smile out of her as she keeps listening. “But just…remember this, okay? Whatever you do, whenever you do it, make sure it comes from love. From feeling safe. From being comfortable with each other. Not because someone told you to, or because you’re scared, or confused. Only when it feels right.”

She nods, still taking it all in. Then, in barely a whisper, she asks, “Does…Eddie make you feel safe?”

You smile. It’s inevitable. Just the mention of his name makes your heart flutter with that overwhelming feeling of knowing you’ve made him home. 

“Yeah, yeah he does,” you breathe. 

She smiles back, leaning her head on your arm. 

You wait until it’s late, with El back in her room and Hopper too busy snoring loudly behind the curtain of his room, before you tiptoe to the living room. You glance around to confirm you’re alone, before reaching for the phone on the wall and dialing Eddie’s trailer number like you’ve done millions of times before. 

You stretch the cord until you’re in your room again, shutting the door slowly before sinking down against it with the receiver pressed to your ear. It rings a few times, when you finally hear his voice on the other side of the line. 

“Munson Residence, who am I speaking with?” He says in an over exaggerated posh tone, knowing damn well you’re the only one who calls at this hour. 

“Hi, Ed,” you chuckle. 

He gasps dramatically. “Sweetheart? Love of my life? You survived??” 

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Barely. I got a lot of shit for…today,” you sigh, twisting the cord between your fingers. 

“M’sorry baby, didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“It’s alright,” you say quickly. “Apparently I’m grounded for life. He’s just–he got really pissed. Like ‘boarding up my windows’ pissed. I’m afraid he might actually do it this time...”

Eddie whistles low. “Wow. Love that for us.” 

“Yup. And…I also had to give El the talk–or something like the talk.”

“No–” He gasps, “you gave the talk? To El?? Oh my god. Did she ask about the hickey?” 

“She thought you were hurting me,” you snort, shaking your head even if he can’t see you. 

“Jesus Christ,” he laughs into the phone, loudly. “Did you tell her it’s because I’m hopelessly in love with you?” 

“Eddie…” you have to cover your mouth to stifle your own laughter, as your cheeks go hot from his words. “That’s not exactly what I told her.” 

“So what was it? The bees and the birds? Safe sex? Consent? Oooh you gotta tell her about that, sweetheart. I know she’s young and all but there’s a lot of jerks out there and she should–”

“I told her you make me feel safe, Eds,” you cut him off, the line going quiet as he processes the words. A small, nervous laugh escapes your lips before you continue. “I told her consent is all about really wanting something to happen. And it should come from love, from…feeling safe. Like it does with you.” 

The next sound you hear on the line can only be described as a thump. No words, just a soft thump on…drywall? 

“…Eddie?” 

“Sorry sweetheart–had to bang my head on the wall to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” he says, and God you can feel his stupid smile through the phone. “Your dad didn’t get me today but you sure almost killed me with that.” 

You blink a few times before giggling into the phone. “You’re such a goddamn dork, oh my god!”

“Yeah, well. You still love me though, right?” 

“Unfortunately,” you tease. 

He laughs. “Good. Then we’ll just be fine.” 

“Yeah, assuming we do get to see each other again,” you sigh. 

“Ohh, talking about that,” his voice gets lower, he’s probably got a hand around the transmitter as he whispers into the phone. “Wayne’s taking a double shift tomorrow. He’ll be gone the whole day.”

“…Okay?” You say slowly, but you’re already pressing your legs together from anticipation. 

“Trailer will be all ours, sweetheart,” he drawls. “All day and aaall night. And I can get you home before your daddy even wakes up...” 

You bite your lip. “Eddie Munson, are you telling me you want me to sneak off my house to spend the night at yours?”

He hums nonchalantly. “Uhum. Even got your favorite ice cream in the fridge and some whipped cream. If you get lucky I’ll let you lick the whipped cream off my d–”

“Jesus Eddie!” You cover your mouth to stifle another fit of laughter. 

God, you never got bored with this man. 

“You’re insatiable. Did you know that?” You pretend to scold, but your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. 

“Oh I know, angel. But so are you. A freak just like me, remember? That’s why tomorrow you’re gonna climb out that window like a good girl and let me fuck you on my bed. You know you can be as loooud as you want here.” 

You curse internally. But fuck yes you are letting him do just that. And hell yeah, you will be as loud as you want. 

“You better have enough whipped cream, Eddie.”