Ok but I am now hyper fixated on a byler as jopper au (see post before this one). Like??? So cute?? No idea how it would work but Will is totally the type of guy to be like “oh shit, mikes in Russia? In a prison? Maybe even dead? Ok let’s go save his stupid ass”
AND MIKE IS SO SELF SACRIFICIAL LIKE. AND THEM BEING HS SMOKING BUDDIES?
I need a fic rewrite on this now. Unless it already EXISTS. idk I just need one.
also PRETTY PLS TALK TO ME ABOUT TJIS. IN THE REPLIES. IN ASKS. IDC HOW JUST TALK TO ME ABOUT IT PLSSS
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Hopper wrote Joyce letters while he was in Vietnam, telling her about the war. He never sent them, not wanting Joyce to know the ugly things he now knew about the world. And, because he knew he'd never send them, he wrote about other things too. He told her how much he loved her, how he sometimes dreamt about a future with her, one in which they left Hawkins, had a few kids. He thought she’d be a great mom, silly and kind and fun. He tells her this, tells her too how scared he is that he’s not good enough. That he doesn’t understand himself well enough to be the kind of man she deserves. He tells her about all the chances he never took, too afraid to mess it all up.
He means to burn the letters, but they make their way back to the states, get tossed into a box alongside his medals. They remain there, shuffled around and buried with other mementos until years later when Joyce goes looking for anything worth salvaging in his wreck of a house. Even in her grief she’s mindful of his privacy and doesn’t linger over anything she finds. But the letters are addressed to her, so she reads them. In his words she recognizes some of the grief she carries now. The grief over chances not taken, words left unsaid, possible futures they’ll never share. Joyce sits alone amidst the broken remains of Hopper’s home, and they grieve together.
A/N: Heyyy ! I was in the mood for some Jopper heartbreak, based on my own ideas and not on a prompt. I‘d appreciate any constructive feedback. My inbox and dm‘s are open <3 Enjoy!!! xx writingjoycebyers
JOPPER AU - Gave you all the best years of my life - A one shot songfic
idea based on the song „Rock & Roll I gave you the best years of my life“, gif source at the end
Rating: Mature - heartbreak (sorry!),very slightly nsfw, serious case of romantic simping.
I can still remember when I bought my first guitar
Remember walking from the shop to put it proudly in my car
„It‘s so pretty!“, Joyce said, her small hand wandering across the wooden guitar that was securely stored in her lap. Hop was steering the car, carefully eyeing his best friend as she held his new treasure, his baby.
„So what songs are you gonna try first?“, she asked curiously. She knew Hopper had been practicing with some guitars at school for some time already, and she loved the sparkle in his eyes whenever he was playing. The shiny blue, the happiness radiating from his gaze whenever he could fiddle a tune. The light in his eyes and smile had grown to no end when just fifteen minutes ago he had fulfilled his dream of buying his own guitar finally - a graduation gift from his parents, they had given him the money to go and choose the instrument of his dreams. „You never can tell.“, he said. „Chuck Berry.“
Hopper smiled over at her for a second before putting his eyes back on the road. „Dunno, there‘s so much great music. Maybe even write a song myself?“, he said with a proud smirk, eyeing the dark brown six string. Joyce chuckled, he looked at the guitar as if he was in love, as if the guitar was a very pretty girl. And yeah, he probably was in love with it, with music. Joyce found his passion beautiful as they drove through the Indiana summer afternoon, the car‘s windows down and freedom lurking around the corner, graduation just a few days away. She felt light and free, safe and in place with her best friend by her side. Her best friend - Jim Hopper, who looked at a guitar the way she sometimes wished he‘d look at her. She turned the radio up and held the guitar tight as Hopper had to stop at a traffic light on their way home. She could not wait to hear him play.
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And my family listened fifty times to my two song repertoire
I told my Mom her only son was gonna be a star
A week before graduation Joyce was at the Hopper‘s for dinner. It was past nine already and they were all out in the Hopper‘s large backyard - her, Jim and his parents. Dinner was long eaten and the sun had gone down when Joyce sat on a garden bench next to Elaine, Jim‘s mother. She felt so at home with them, sometimes even more at home than at her own place, with her mother barely there, chasing her lovers around the state, and her father having left a few years ago, to start a new family and leaving his first born daughter behind in Hawkins, Indiana. Joyce had grown into the Hopper household without anyone actively noticing, being around a few times a week for homework, dinner or just to hang out with Jim after school.
Elaine squeezed Joyce‘s hand tightly as Jim played a tune on his guitar in the dark of the garden, the warm summer night around their bodies as Jim‘s dad went inside to get another beer. Hop's mother held Joyce‘s hand even tighter in a moment she saw Jim giving Joyce a smile whilst playing. The blonde woman leaned over to Joyce and whispered into her ear, making Joyce Horowitz, tough as she normally was, blush like crazy.
„You two would make such a sweet couple. I say it again and again.“
Joyce looked at Elaine next to her with her dark, deep eyes, giving her an insecure smile.
„He talks about you all the time“, she added, shrugging her shoulders as Joyce giggled sheepishly. There was some truth in the elder woman‘s words, and although Joyce and her had had some heart to heart talks in the past, they were just crossing a new line. Neither Hop nor Joyce had actively confessed any feelings, but Joyce knew the tingling feeling in her gut became harder to ignore with every hug, with every funny car ride, with every hang out at Lover‘s Lake. She just had not thought it was that obvious, especially not to Hopper‘s mother.
Later that night, Jim‘s parents had long gone to bed, the two friends ended up on that bench, the guitar on the bench on Jim‘s left, his all time best friend close to him on his right. They talked about music, dreams and the future, as suddenly her head dropped down on his shoulder, and his strong arm found his way around her shoulders a few minutes later. The guitar was forgotten for that night, their minds focussed on each other as they held each other tight long into the night.
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Well I bought all the Beatles records, sounded just like hall
Or Buddy Holly or Chuck Berry's, seventy-eight in all
And I sat by my record player playing every note they played
I watched them all on TV, copied every move they made
The days before graduation, Hopper had nothing left to do for school. Joyce was busy preparing prom night with some other girls, having joined the committee earlier this year, so he did not get to see much of her. He did find something to occupy himself with, drowning in music as he usually did, though he found his mind wandering off more often then not, to the moment on that bench, her small hand in his, her smell, her smile. Every Chuck Berry song would make him day dream about swirling her around on the dancefloor on Prom Night, every Beach Boys song would make him see her in a sundress in the California Sun.
Oh, Rock'n'Roll I gave you all the best years of my life
All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summer nights
California. Frisco. A stupid little dream they had developed together. He‘d write songs and she‘d work in a café or a bookshop, enjoying life for some time before she wanted to enter college, before he‘d maybe get a contract for his own songs, make a record. It was a stupid little dream, but Joyce in a sundress - he could imagine that.
I was so busy in the bed room, writing love songs to you
She was at school preparing Prom, and he was glued to the TV, watching a Beatles concert as he tried some new tunes. Her birthday was coming up too, and he was planning on giving her a special present, on finally spilling the details about his hidden feelings for her. Joyce in a sundress, was that a good title for a song?
But you were changing your direction and I never even knew
That I was always just one step behind you
Joyce was at school, helping with the chairs and tables to set up the gym for Prom as her friend Karen approached her. Joyce was busy unfolding some chairs and the girls chatted for a bit. Karen would bring her boyfriend Ted to Prom, a guy who was in college already, and so the talk of college began. Karen was surprised when she heard Joyce, bookish little Joyce with the good grades, would take a gap year, work or maybe even go to California for some time, enjoy life and not study, like she usually did.
„I always thought college was your number one dream, Joy.“, Karen smiled. „Seems like love changes us all.“, she smirked, hinting on Joyce‘s plan to follow Hopper to the coast for some time.
Without really wanting it, it made Joyce think. Was it his dream or hers? Could they really dream together? Oh, she was probably just confused with prom around the corner. Typical teenage angst - she‘d do the right thing, they‘d always done the right thing - together.
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On Prom night, Jim Hopper kissed Joyce Horowitz on the mouth as they danced in the crowd, bodies sweaty and limbs exhausted from all the dancing and standing, hands entangled at their sides as the world around the, the students, the lights, the music, went silent. That night, Joyce Horowitz and Jim Hopper turned from friends to lovers, ending their night in his small bed, kissing each other with a curiosity that kept them awake til the early morning hours, When the sun went up, he showed her his song for her, and she laughed, embarassed and touched by his sudden rush of feelings, as she went to grab his small pocket knife.
Ever since then, J.H. & J.H. was carved into the back of his wooden guitar, a sign lasting over time, a sign lasting longer than they would, and longer than Jim Hopper would own his first guitar.
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Prom week and the summer flew by, and Jim Hopper and Joyce Horowitz from Hawkins, Indiana packed their bags and took his old truck up north to California, up north into a new life. She found it thrilling really, a perfectly romantic adventure as she watched him drive into the sunrise the day they left their hometown, before falling asleep beside him in the passenger seat of his car, feeling safe and sound with no thoughts of the future. There was no work, no college, no money - There was just J.H. & J.H.
Well, sixty-six seemed like the year I was really goin' somewhere
I was living in San Francisco wearing flowers in my hair
Singing songs of kindness so the world would understand
The guys and me thought wer were more than just another band
Five months later Jim had found a decent band to play with, working the nights in a beach bar as the boys covered songs of the most popular artists of the time. He worked the nights, she worked the days in a cafe by the sea, and quickly, J.H. & J.H. began to miss each other terribly. They lived together, sharing a small room in an appartment complex, but they seldomly got to really be together.
Joyce would sometimes go to the bar at night, and she still loved to hear him play and sing, but so did many other women. She preferred the nice and quiet of her room way too often, cuddled up next to the record player, imagening it was him singing her a song in his parents‘ garden in good old Hawkins, Indiana.
Oh, Rock'n'Roll I gave you all the best years of my life
All the crazy, lazy young days, all the magic moony nights
I was so busy on the road, singing love songs to you
But you were changing your direction and you never even knew
That I was always just one step behind you
It was another saturday night when she was occupying a small table in the last corner of the bar, reading a book despite the place being loud and crowded, as suddenly a guy approached the empty chair next to her.
„Good evening, young lady, is that seat taken?“, the tall man asked. He was wearing a leather jacket, and his hair was styled with a lot of gel. „My name is Lonnie, by the way.“
Jim Hopper eyed the scene from the other end of the room, singing some Elvis Presley love song as he saw the spark in his girlfriend‘s eyes be rekindled by the words of another man.
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The door fell into it‘s lock with the familar click Joyce had not forgotten in the nine months she had been away from her home in Hawkins, Indiana. „Yeah, this is it.“, she smiled, walking around the empty first floor. Not much had changed, and her mother wasn‘t even there. „Lon?“, she asked, as she did not get a response to her little house tour, realising her boyfriend was still outside carrying their bags from the car to the house.
As he walked in, she smiled at him, and kissed him sweetly. He let the bags drop to the floor and she felt his hands wrap around her waist as their kiss intensified with every breath. She was glad to be home.
„My old room‘s upstairs.“, she whispered. He followed her, and she opened the wooden door to the small space under the roof, a room from another life. A life where she had a picture of Hop and here hanging on the wall next to her door. J.H. & J.H. She swallowed hard as she saw it, quickly placing herself in front of it before Lonnie could see it. Her heart began to race, and it wasn‘t because of the way Lonnie‘s hands were exploring her sides now, as they made their way to the bed.
As they let their bodies drop onto the bed, her pulse had calmed down a little. It was J.H. & L.B. now.
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Five years later, J.H. & L.B. have become J.B. & L.B. - It‘s a rainy sunday afternoon and she‘s in the kitchen, making tea as the TV plays in the living room. She‘s just carrying the cup over to the coffee table when a song comes on on TV, Chuck Berry. You never can tell.
She freezes in the middle of her movements as memory hits her like a wall, his face in front of her inner eye, that sparkling blue of his eyes, his wooden guitar in her lap as the summer breeze caresses her face.
Which songs are you gonna try first? - Dunno, there‘s so much good music. - You never can tell. Chuck Berry.
Where might he be now? Frisco? New York? Paris or London?
She‘s ripped from her thoughts as she hears noises upstairs, a sharp cry, the cry of a baby. Jonathan‘s awake. She rubs her tired eyes and brushes her bangs out of her face as she makes her way upstairs. Lonnie should be home by now.
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Seventy-one in Soho, when I met Suzanne
I was trying to go it solo with someone else's band
She listened to my problems and she seemed to understand
When she came up to me softly and she took me by the hand
And she followed me to London to a hundred hotel rooms
To a hundred record companies who didn't like my tunes
„What do you mean they did not like it?“, the blonde woman asked Hopper.
„They said it‘s a stupid title.“, he said in defeat, letting his old, worn out guitar drop down on the bed next to his girlfriend.
„Which song did you play?“, she insisted.
„Joy...— I mean, Girl in a sundress.“
„Jim, I don‘t like to say it, but I also don‘t think it‘s a potential hit, it‘s...“,
„I thought it was special.“, he whispered, looking at Suzanne as her hand found his cheek.
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And she followed me back to Indiana when I finally sold my old guitar
I'm never gonna be a star.
I'm just a plain old Country boy and that's all I'll ever be.
Jim Hopper returned to Hawkins, Indiana in 1972, married. He sat at Enzo‘s with his wife one night, talking about his new job with the police as outside the window he saw a woman, short, dark hair in a messy bun, a toddler on her arm, and another little boy walking next to her. Joyce in a sundress.
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Oh, Rock'n'Roll I gave you all the best years of my life
All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moonless summer nights
Oh, I never knew the magic I'm making it with you
I'm getting along with a Country song doing what I wanna do
When I was always just one step behind you.
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A/N:
(the gif at the beginning is not mine, i found it on pinterest and this is the source)
Also I found so many versions of the song that I didn't knew which lyrics to use. Here have a good mixture. 😂
Pleeeeease give me feedback and let me know how you like my original fic content. I sometimes struggle with prompts and hope you enjoy this too. Oh and. Reblogs. Comments? I simp for that.
joyce and hopper | young adult/happily ever after au
I was a girl who loved too soon, you were the boy who loved too late. but no matter what mistakes we made, we’ll always be each other’s ‘the one that got away’ — j.m
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concept: jopper AU in which joyce is a frazzled high school librarian and hopper is the woodshop teacher who convinces her to help him find romantic poems to charm women only he's actually trying to charm her
Ok I will only be talking about Mike and Will as jopper and adding random details and writing scenes that are cute for the next 2-3 days so be prepared
dustin being a conspiracy theorist murray is soooo real
RIGHT AHAHA. Like imagine Will having to deal with him while they rescue Mike—it would be soooo funny. Wait hold up that literally reminds me of this post.
