#jopper fics

THANK YOU!  You are doing the Lord’s work. You are getting me through my post-Stranger Things depression.

Because I'm a bit lost with all those fics on AO3 mainly because (like on Tumblr) of how people use tags 🙄... So here is a little list of Jopper fics I've read so far (of course I'll update it).

- Saturday Morning by natashasbanner (family fluff) : here

- What to do in Hotel Rooms by nerdsarehot75 (smut) : here

- I think we’re alone now by celine_cooperjones (@samantha-167) : here

- and it feels so good (falling into you) (smut) by celine_cooperjones (@samantha-167) : here

I Never Dreamed We'd Have This AO3

Joyce and her family in Montauk.

In the Back of the Top Drawer AO3

Hop has something in the back of his top drawer where she won't see it. Oh, he's not hiding it forever, just until the time is right. Joyce has something in the back of her top drawer. It's not a secret, just a surprise she'll share when the moment is right.

Three Times Her Back Hurt (and the One Time His Did) AO3

Three times in Joyce's life where her back has hurt and one time where Hopper's did too, thrown in for good measure. (Mentions of lingering trauma in the first vignette and then Lonnie and his abusive behaviors in a flashback in the second though neither is really the point.)

Upside Down AO3

It is autumn, 1983 and nine-year-old Will Byers goes missing. In the days following his disappearance, his mom, Joyce will be consumed with looking for him. Hawkins police chief, Jim Hopper, will also become entrenched in the search. (Multi-chapter Season 1 rewrite/fix-it. Complete.)

In Between AO3

There weren’t many people out there that Hopper considered a true friend. Hell, he could count the number on one hand. But of those few, Benny Hammond had been one of them. One he respected. A fellow veteran. Someone who didn’t deserve this. And as he stood there, looking down at the body, gun resting in Benny’s hand, Hopper wondered if there was anything he could’ve done to prevent this. Suicide wasn’t unheard of, but Benny? It just didn’t sit quite right. 

“Got the call as we were about to dispatch the search parties.” Hopper didn’t look up as Powell made his way over. “You think this is real or are we looking at a set up?” 

Hopper's mouth was pressed into a firm line as he took note of the gunshot wound. Clean. Direct. "Can't jump to any conclusions yet." He paused, finally glancing over at his partner. "Where's Callahan?"

Amidst all of the emergency vehicles that currently occupied the diner’s parking lot, he hadn’t seen any sign of his other partner. Hopper eyed Powell as the man swatted away at a fly that flew close to his face. Dealing with death of any sort on the job wasn’t something they were exactly used to. But from his time in the military, it was no stranger to the chief. 

“Stayed behind with the search and rescue crews.” Powell said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Jones and Daniels are with him. Everyone is basically split between here and looking for Will.”

...To be continued

“Jesus,” Hopper whispered. 

The shed in the back was half falling down, the dog was limping towards him, and Joyce stood swaying, the thing at her feet. 

It was chopped to hell, like ground beef, blood splatter everywhere. 

“Joyce,” he said, reaching out cautiously, not wanting to startle her. 

“He’s gone, he was in the thing, I tried to get to him but he’s gone, he was…he was the thing.” She sounded lost, hopeless. 

Hopper took the ax from her hand and tossed it away, she practically collapsed into him. 

“Where’s Will?”

“He’s gone now,” he thought he heard her mumble into his shirt. 

“He’s what?”

“Gone. The thing. Will. Both gone.” 

Confused, he looked back at the lanky monster and this time he saw it. Under the carcass he could make out Will’s shoe, he looked beyond it and saw a severed hand. 

“It was Will and then it wasn’t,” Joyce said, tears in her eyes. “I had to do something.” 

“I’m gonna be sick.” Hopper turned away from her and retched.