#this is where i finally break 2k wc lmao

[fishstyx]

#i scrapped the gojo fic and it morphed into this flaming garbage pile #this is where i finally break 2k wc lmao #so much planned out alr #probably missing a lot of tags atm #can you tell how anti-gojo i am from this #ok and now ahhm!! #i will shut up for the day #i can feel myself going off the rails #take care lovelies 💗💗💗 #🍣.txt

[duskholland]

this is so completely random and unprompted (sense the sarcasm as the tommy thighs live in my mind rent-free since the first pic of pants-less tom content) but would you please indulge me with a thigh riding blurb with some dom!tom vibes? maybe a bit of praise k*nk in there, too, if that floats your boat? soft!dom!tom...oui. anyways love u + thanks for letting me sin bye <3

his thighs... they’re just something else. i think i was possessed when i wrote this lmao. wc: 2k // 18+ content minors dni!!!!!!

extended warnings ↠ slight dom!tom + praise kink, thigh riding. tom holland’s thighs, because they deserve a warning of their own.

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You’re bored.

Tom’s house out in Atlanta is huge, and when he’s not stowed away in the office doing online press, there’s never normally a dull moment. You usually find some way to entertain yourself, be that pestering your boyfriend for attention or filling your time with work. Just, it’s a Saturday, and you have nothing to do, and Tom’s been away all day.  

After spending the morning catching up with friends and refreshing social media until you have the spinning reload sign flashing behind your eyes, you resort to texting Tom. Down in the office—or the press room, as he’s come to call it—his phone is on silent, so you don’t need to worry about interrupting something. He’s been trading selfies with you all day, providing small snapshots of his socks, his hair, his setup whenever he catches a break. The little teases have only made your yearning worse.

Y/N: when do you finish? Y/N: I’m bored and I miss you :(

You lay back on your bed as you wait on a response, chewing your lip slightly as your hands play with the sheets. Your expression darkens as you look to the side, seeing the throw pillows discarded on the floor and remembering intimate times gone by.

You’ve been in a mood all day, the space between your legs warm. Every time you get bored, your mind wanders, and you’ve been very bored today. The front of your panties feels damp, your body tortured by the memories of last night. It’s a never-ending montage of Tom’s hair brushing your neck, his lips on your breasts, his greedy hands grabbing at your waist. You almost moan as you remember how he’d held you down last night and made love to you until you’d cried, your skin slick with sweat and your mind gone too. He never fails to bring you to the heights of pleasure you’d never thought existed.

Tom: on a break just now if you want to come down Tom: think there’s ten minutes before the next one x

It doesn’t take long for you to get to the office, your feet moving of their own accord. When you open the door, Tom glances back, and you feel your breath catch in the back of your throat.

He looks good. Tom is handsome, and you always enjoy looking at him, but with his torso covered in a tight black shirt and blazer and his hair styled in loose waves on the top of his head, he looks incredibly dashing. He flashes you a mischievous smile as he reaches up to pull the AirPods from his ears, his Rolex glinting beneath the bright studio lights that illuminate his setup.

“Afternoon, darling,” he says. He turns in the chair, swinging an arm over the back of it as he watches you enter the room, closing the door behind you. “How are you?”

You bite your lip, shameless eyes skating over his form. Tom stands to greet you, and your eyes widen, falling to his bare legs. “Why are you half-naked?” you ask, the tip of your nose scrunching up as you chuckle. You meet him in the centre of the room, wrapping your arms around his warm torso before pulling him in for a light hug, being mindful of his pressed suit.

“Comfier,” he explains. “Too hot in all of that. Gets fucking boiling in here.” Tom’s hands smooth up to your hair, and he gently coaxes you from his chest, peering down at you with those brown eyes you love so much. “Gimme a kiss, lovie.”

Eager to feel him, you step closer and lean in, finding his lips in an easy kiss. The moment your mouth makes contact with the soft warmth of Tom’s pillowy lips, you feel yourself melt, the heat coming back to your core almost immediately. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck, getting in as close as you can as you part your lips, licking over his lower lip until he takes the bait and easily slips his tongue into your mouth.

Tom grunts when you play with the back of his hair, tugging on his strands as your tongues glide together. His hands are on your waist, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth when he slips his fingers beneath your shirt and lets them roam all over your figure. As he kisses you, his hands shift up your torso, lingering at your breasts and groping them eagerly.

“No bra?” he moans against you. You whimper as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, making him chuckle. “Fuck, love,” he murmurs, “eager today, aren’t you?”

You pull away from him, panting for breath. “Yeah,” you admit, not even trying to be coy about it. Time is of the essence, and you know exactly what you want. One of Tom’s warm hands skates down your figure, and your abdomen flexes as his fingers trail over your skin, his blunt fingernails lightly tickling your stomach as he travels to your cunt. “Tom,” you say, voice catching. “Please.”

He’s teasing you, eyes on your face as he slides his hand beneath your shorts and teases his fingers over the front of your panties. With a torturously light touch, he rolls his index finger over the front of your slit.

“God,” he murmurs, leaning in to roughly kiss your jaw. “You’re soaked.”

Your eyes threaten to roll back as he rubs you over the cotton, touch light but enough to bring you the smallest amount of pleasure. You grab at his firm bicep, a choked whine travelling up your throat.

“Tom.”

“Mmm? What do you want, darling? You know we don’t have much time.” Tom’s got a dark glint in his eyes, and it only deepens when he finally shifts your panties to the side and lets his fingers envelop your silky folds. You gasp when he dips his index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your bud. He’s quick to tease your clit, cooing softly as you struggle to speak. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I want to give you what you want, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what that is.”

“Fuck me,” you ask, voice catching as he speeds up his circles.

“No time, darling.” Tom frowns when he sees you pout, and with the hand not between your legs, he reaches up to play with your lower lip. After a moment’s contemplation, he slips his fingers into your mouth. You suck them in further, glad for their heavy presence weighing down your tongue and enjoying how their girth muffles your moans. “I have an idea. C’mere.”

Before you have time to complain, Tom has pulled away from you, leaving your aching cunt alone and your mouth empty. He walks to the green sofa in the back of the room and collapses onto it with ease, smirking up at you as he parts his legs. He looks wide and domineering, spread out, awaiting you, with his bare thighs rippling and on display. His muscles are clear and defined, packed tight in firm ridges against his golden skin. Just the sight of him patting one of them with his hand is enough to make you salivate.

“Ride it,” he encourages, beckoning you forth with a smirk. He tilts his watch towards his face, squinting as he stares at the metal. “You have three minutes to cum, or you’ll need to wait. I won’t be finished for another two hours.”

Eyes widening, you move over to him, pausing in front of your boyfriend to push down your shorts and your panties. Tom reaches out for you, his warm palms sinking into the curves of your hips as he helps you into his lap. He sits up against the sofa, reaching down to grab at your shirt as you work on straddling his thigh. You settle over his left leg, a loud moan trembling up your throat as you lower yourself and your slit presses against the firmness of his skin.

“Oh,” you moan, tossing your head back. Tom pulls your shirt over your head, his face dropping down until he’s able to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as you slowly grind down against his leg, his skin quickly getting coated in the arousal that covers your slit. Each time he nibbles your nipple, he follows up the action with a warm lap of his tongue, and the noises you elicit rise in pitch.

“Pretty girl,” Tom murmurs, leaving your chest and replacing his mouth with a hand. The other goes to your hip, and he helps you swirl your hips a little faster, his eyes almost black. “Look so fucking hot getting off on my leg, darling. So needy.” His accent is prominent as he watches you, smirking. “You’re my needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You fall forwards, panting into his neck as your forehead rests on his shoulder. Tom’s lips kiss the top of your head, grounding you as the pleasure starts to build. There’s an indescribable warmth spreading across your core, stemming from where your clit rubs up against his muscular thigh. The pleasurable burn of the friction makes you whimper.

“Yeah,” you pant, after taking a few moments to muster your breath. You gasp when Tom tenses his leg, his muscular thigh pressing up against you. “Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good, Tom. You’re so strong.”

He’s rolling both hands over your hips now, and one of them slips up to trace across your bare back. He holds you tightly to his chest, even as your breathing becomes irregular, continuing to guide your movements as you grow uneven. You can feel your orgasm twisting in the pit of your stomach, feel the temperature of your blood rising as it builds between your legs. With each grind of your wet cunt against his thigh, the pressure builds, every part of you aching for release.

“My darling girl,” Tom murmurs. “Are you going to make a mess all over my leg?” When you release a clouded moan, he chuckles. “I know you are. It’s okay. I can feel you squirming, baby. I know you can’t wait.” He drops his voice, rasping into your ear as you shake in his lap. “Go on, love. Be a good girl and let go. Get my thigh all wet. There you go.”

Your jaw slackens, and his words push you over the edge. You squirm over Tom’s sturdy thigh, glad for his strong hands on your hips as they guide your movements when you get lost in the pleasure. Your moans intersperse with his name, and you collapse against him as your high rolls across you, flooding you with intense, pulsing pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmurs, kissing over the side of your face until you eventually pry yourself away from him. Tom smiles at you, dragging his lips across your cheek to find your lips. It’s a sweeter kiss, and you pour in your gratitude. “Sweet girl.”

Your lips twitch into a smile as you look up at him, appreciating the lines of his handsome face and the adoration that sparkles in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you say. “I—”

Both of you startle as a ringing sound cuts through the air, and you turn around to see the computer on the desk lighting up with an incoming call.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom mutters. He kisses you, briefly but with intention, then stumbles to his feet. “How do I look?”

You follow him to your feet, quickly pulling on your clothes before walking to him. “Perfect,” you say, once you’ve adjusted the collar of his suit jacket. You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, handsome.”

Tom nods, eyes skittering across your form. He shoots you a wink before falling back into the chair, looking over his shoulder at you as you walk towards the door. “Be ready for later,” he calls out. “I’m not done with you yet.”

#suffering #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #smut #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.filth

[lavenderjacobs]

fluff alphabet - karl jacobs

tw; none just pure fluff >.< wc; 2K pronouns; tried my best to make it gender neutral <3

A=Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a partner?) 

Karl just loves looking at your pretty face. He loves the familiar feeling he gets when he looks at you. He loves your nose and how it feels under his fingers. He loves the way your face fits perfectly on his shoulder. He loves cupping your face with his hands and looking into your eyes. It might be really cheesy, but Karl also just adores your smile. This man just melts at the way you’re entire face lights up when you laugh.

B=Best memory (Their favourite memory of you) 

Karl is a simple man lmao. Obviously he loves going out and doing fun things with you. But he would way rather enjoy your company in private. Just the two of you. His favourite memories of being with you probably consist of being cuddled up and completely devoured by blankets while watching a movie. Or you sitting on his lap while he plays Minecraft, struggling to stay awake while he keeps planting little kisses on the top of your head. 

C=Cuddles  (What type of cuddles do they like?) 

OMG KARL IS SUCH A HOE FOR CUDDLES. Whenever you two lay in bed together he just holds you so close to him the entire time. He just loves feeling you so close to him and knowing that you’re safe and happy. He loves being bigger spoon so he can wrap his arms around you and rest his head on top of yours, but he definitely won’t complain about being little spoon either. He loves resting his head on your chest, just listening to your heartbeat as he has his arms wrapped around your waist. 

D=Dirty mind (Do they have a dirty mind?) 

Karl definitely has a dirty mind oops. He is very open about it too. He can be very soft with you but when he’s whore knee he just wants to have his way with you. That can mean planting sloppy kisses on your neck from behind you while your just minding your business in the kitchen, or giving you ‘that’ look when you come out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around your body.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put in the relationship?) 

Karl is on it 24/7 to make sure your happy. He loves planning little dates, even if it’s just a walmart run or a drive around the neighbourhood, he just wants to spend time with you. Whenever you’re going through a tough time he will drop everything to make sure you’re okay. For example he could be streaming, and you would text him saying you’re sad, not knowing he would be streaming, and he’d just end the stream right there to go spoil you with cuddles and loving words.  

F=First date (What was your first date together) 

Your pre-dating relationship was probably either a friends to lovers one, or an enemies to lovers one. Constantly teasing each other but everyone, including your friends, would know what was really going on. You probably got tricked into going on a date with him for the first time, both acting like you hated it but secretly falling harder and harder for each other with every second. 

G=Gentle (How gentle are they with you?) 

This dude literally treats you like he could break you. He hold your hands like they’re little butterflies and plants the softest kisses on your forehead. He’s also super protective and possessive of you. He hates the thought of you going out alone, and whenever you two are at a party or something he’s just constantly holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around you, to show you’re his.

H=Hands (Do they have nice hands?)

To be honest, Karl’s hands are probably one of his best features. He takes such good care of them and loves wearing rings. He also loves wearing black nail polish, and constantly wants you to polish his nails for him. He could easily do it himself but that’s not the point lol

I=Impression (What was their first impression?)

The first time Karl saw you walk into a room he lost his breath for a second no joke. He was just so taken aback by your charming attitude and thought you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. He just immediately walked up to you to ask you for your name. 

J=Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? If so what do they do?)

Karl is such a pouty little jealous boy. He gets really whiney and needy in public when you’re not giving him enough attention. Whenever he sees someone hitting on you, he just gets extra lovey-dovey with you, wanting to make sure everyone knows you’re his. You would know exactly what was going on but just play along with it. One time you joined him on a filming day with the mr beast crew. All the boys would give you lots of attention, making flirty jokes mostly just to mess with Karl. Which worked because oh my god you had never seen him so touchy. You would ask him what was up and he would act like nothing was bothering him. “I’m fine why? Am i not allowed to show affection to my gf/bf/so anymore?” 

K=Kisses (What type of kisses do they like/give?)

Anything that has to do with touching you, Karl is a sucker for. (have I mentioned this man’s love language is 100% physical touch?) He litarally kisses your neck or forehead every 5 seconds, it’s just his way of showing he’s there. He doesn’t shy away from pda either. He won’t hasitate to kiss you passionately in front of a crowd of people. He doesn’t care who’s watching, all he cares about is you. 

L=Love  (Do they show their love?) 

As I said, this dude’s love language is definitely physical touch. After that probably comes quality time. He will get super pouty if the two of you haven’t gotten to properly spend time with each other for a while. For example, whenever you’re on your laptop working on something for school or work he will get super whiney, constantly begging for you to get off your laptop and come cuddle with him. He’s less good at expressing his love through words of affection. Obviously, this man tells you he loves you all of the time, but he gets scared about having deep conversations about your relationship, he’s just scared he’ll say something stupid and mess it all up.

M=Memory: (Their favourite memory in general?)

His favourite memory in general 100% has something to do with you. If he had to pick one, it would probably be that one time he introduced you to all his friends from the SMP. He’d be on a videocall on discord with Dream, George, Sapnap, Alex, Tommy, and Wilbur. They had been begging to meet you since forever, but he always said no, because he was scared they’d say something to embarrass him. But after some persuasion of you, he finally gave in. “HOLY FUCK I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE REAL THATS SO POGGERSS!” Alex yelled when you joined the call and sat next to Karl. You burst out laughing. You all just played Minecraft and messed around with each other for that night. All of Karl’s friends really liked you, and Karl himself couldn’t be prouder. 

N=Nickname  (What nicknames do they call you?)  

He has practically replaced your real name with “Baby” at this point. He loves calling you baby or babe in front of other people to show that you’re his. But when it’s just the two of you he would definitely be the type of guy to call you something really cheesy like sweetheart or darling. You love it tho :)

O=Over  (What happened the one time you ‘broke up’?)

The only thing you and Karl would ever fight about would be whenever your schedules would clash and you would spend less time together because of work/school. A lack of communication and both being exhausted lead to a huge fight once. Ending with you both thinking it just wasn’t gonna work out like this. You had slept in a nearby hotel for a night or two, basically crying yourself to sleep every night, because Karl wasn’t laying next to you. After a few days of both being miserable you realized that the two of you are meant for each other. You showed up to your house again, and almost tackled Karl with how fast you ran into his arms. “I’m never letting you go again.” He whispered in your ear. 

P=Parents (What would they be like as a parent?)

You and Karl both think it’s too early to have children, but you love just having endless conversations about how amazing it would be to have a little baby of your own. Just fantasizing about showing the little thing off to all of your friends, thinking of ridiculous baby-names together. Everytime you have these types of conversations you just melt at the thought of Karl actually being a dad one day. He’d be perfect for it. 

Q=Quirk (Something special about them)

I’m not saying homeboy has abandonment issues but....whenever you get up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something, he either gets very twitchy in his sleep, or wakes up right away and asks you where you’re going. “Y/N?” He says with a sleepy voice. You reach out for his face in the dark and gently ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Only getting some water baby, I’ll be right back.” You reassure him. 

R=Romantic (How romantic are they?)

Karl doesn’t want things to feel forced. He just wants things to be effortless. Big romantic gestures and fancy restaurants scare him. He has a very specific way of showing his affection to you and you know this, so you don’t expect him to wake you up with breakfast in bed or anything. Making it even more special whenever he does pull something like that. 

S=Sad (What are they like when they’re sad?)

Karl didn’t really like showing any emotion to you whenever he would be sad, he felt like he’d be bothering you with his problems. But after you explained to him that you just want to be there for him whenever he’s feeling down, he started warming up to you. Sometimes he would just crawl in bed with you hiding his face in your shoulder. You would play with his hair while he talked to you about what bothered him. He always feels so comforted and safe with you.

T=Together (What are they like when you’re together?)

Karl can be super hyper. Constantly wanting to do stuff like bake cookies or play minecraft with you. You’d obviously always be down to do these types of things with him. But he could also really find the joy in simple things like just watching a movie or getting his nails painted by you. Whenever you would have these types of moments, Karl just keeps cracking little jokes to make you laugh. He also would be telling you how much he loved you every 5 seconds. Just so you know.

U=Understanding (How understanding and empathetic are they?)

Sometimes Karl can have a little trouble trying to get into your mindset. But he does think it’s super important to know what you’re going through and do his best to help you. Whenever you’re dealing with anxiety or depression, he makes sure to ask you what he can do to help you and be there for you. He tries to do as much research as possible, trying to find the best way to help you.

V=Value (What do they value most about the relationship?)

Karl cherishes the relationship you have for so many reasons. One of the most important ones being that he can have fun with you. Both understanding each other’s type of humour, finding joy in the same types of things. He just loves that you know and understand exactly how his brain works, because it’s very similar to yours. 

W=Wedding (Would they want marriage? If so what would they like?)

Karl literally proposed to you 2 months into dating. He knows you’re the one. It’s very clear to him. But after discussing it you both decided that having a wedding would be way too stressful right now. It’s definitely not that you wouldn’t marry him, obviously you would, but you both know that breaking up just isn’t an option, so why go through all that trouble, just to get it on paper? You both agreed on this, but after all Karl just wants to see that ring on your finger, just so he knows you’re his forever.

X=X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

Earlier in your relationship, Karl would often have trouble reading you, he would be very hyper and touchy with you, and would just be completely oblivious to the fact that you where sad or tired or something. But as he got to know you better, he learned exactly how to tell when you’d be sad. He knew to get you some food, put on a tv show and play with your hair, without you having to tell him you weren’t feeling like going out or doing something extravagant.

Y=Yuck (What they would never want in a partner)

Karl would hate to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t in it for the same reason as he is. He doesn’t like to ‘date around’. He want’s someone who was a very similar vision of their future, so that’s why he’s so lucky he found you. The most reoccurring arguments you two have are about not agreeing on your future. He finds it very hard to compromise and doesn’t just ‘agree to disagree’. 

Zzz (How do they sleep around you?)

Karl just has to touch you in some way when he’s sleeping. Having his arms wrapped around you, having his legs intertwined with yours, resting his face in the crook between your head and shoulders, you name it. He also loves to hold hands whenever you two are sleeping. As i said, this man gets very icky about you leaving him when he’s sleeping. So, he just wants to know you’re there. All of the time.

#karl jacobs #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs headcanons #fluff alphabet #karl jacobs fluff #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader #catb0ykarl writes

[jxpper]

Baby, You’re a Firework

Stories From Summer - Part Nine

WC: 2k

Ao3

Summary: While Jim feels down on his luck, Joyce decides to try to get his spirits up by taking him to see 4th of July fireworks. But maybe the stops along the way are what count the most.

A/N Sorry if this is cliche af.. I had a hard time with this lmao. 

For Joyce Byers and her clan of excited kids; plus one tired Police Chief, Fourth of July had gone off without a hitch. Honestly, the mother didn't know how she had possibly managed to take hold of one of the busiest holidays with six kids, three teens, and Hopper, but she pulled it off pretty damn well.

Every year, one of the party member's parents decided to host for their children's Fourth of July party... this year Joyce got lucky and ended up with all of the kids. It wasn't a problem really, but she did feel overwhelmed with Steve, Nancy, Jane and Max as new additions. Instead of just the four boys, this year it was a fourth of the Hawkins population she had under her wing.

Joyce was extra thankful this year because Hopper had offered to help host the party at his old trailer. She accepted the offer before the words were done leaving his lips and sealed it with a grateful kiss.  There was a bathroom, a lake, and plenty more room than what she could offer.

The entire day really couldn't have gone better. The kids spent almost the entire time swimming in the lake, playing games, or just running around screaming. Truthfully, it had warmed Joyce's heart to see everybody she loved having the times of their lives. No tears, no monsters, just pure happiness surrounding everybody.

By the time ten at night rolled around, all of the hot dogs and hamburgers had been eaten, everybody had tan-lines and sunburn, and the nine kids were back at the dock awaiting the fireworks.

"Are you sure we shouldn't take them to the park? The whole town is there to watch the fireworks." Hop asked as he lit a cigarette and passed it to Joyce. They had decided to stay back on the trailer porch, cuddled up in a blanket while everybody was down by the lake.

"No, Will said that they were sure they could see the fireworks from here." Joyce smiled as she curled her head closer into the crook of his neck. "Anyways, I'm not sure we could pry them away from the water." she laughed.

The cracking boom in the sky startled Joyce before she saw the red and yellow sparks decorating the sky. Without a word being exchanged, Hopper tightened his grip around her body, attempting to relax her from the noise.

"Hop," Joyce whispered under the loud crack of another firework.

"Yeah, Joy?" he replied, pressing a small kiss to her temple.

"Do you remember the first time we watched fireworks together?" she grinned as she thought back to one of her happiest memories of the two of them.

Jim poked his tongue at his cheek, trying to bite back a smile. "'Course I do. July 4th, 1956. And we weren't really watching them as much as we were laughing through them."

July 4th, 1956

Jim looked up from his book as he heard a familiar pattern of footsteps rushing up the stairs. He could always tell it was his best friend from the sound of her feet skipping every other step.  Before he could even blink, fifteen-year-old Joyce Horowitz burst into his room with a smile plastered on her face. "Jimbo! Get up!" she shouted excitedly, brushing the excess hair from her pony-tail out of her face.

"You really don't know how to knock, do you?" Hop groaned, closing his book and sitting up on his bed to face her. Ever since they were 5 years old, her manners lacked. At least when she was around him they did. Maybe that was just one of the perks of a comfortable friendship... or maybe she just didn't care.

"Nope!" Joyce replied as she plopped down on the end of his bed. "Why didn't you show up at the park? The whole town is down there getting ready for the firework show and we're gonna miss it," she complained as she looked around his bedroom, staring at his rock band posters.

"Jo, you know I can't leave. Mom is getting worse and.." Jim couldn't even think of finishing that sentence, but Joyce knew where he was going. Hopper's mother had fallen ill around Christmas with breast cancer and as she was nearing the end of her expectancy, he had begun feeling guilty whenever he left her side.

"Hop, your dad said he wants you to go watch the show with me. He's downstairs right now with your mom and she's eating dinner. If anything, that's a good sign. You know she's gonna want you to go and enjoy yourself, so come with me... please." In all honesty, Joyce was more worried about Hop than she was worried about his Mom. Her best friend had barely left the house since school ended and he seemed to be growing depressed. Ever since they were kids he had been just as fun-loving as she was, but that persona was quickly disappearing.

Jim hesitated for a few moments, trying to decide whether to go with his heart of his head. Before he could answer, Joyce jumped up and pulled on his arm. "Please Jimmy, pleeeeeaaaasseee!"

"Alright! Just don't do that!" he chuckled lightly, finally pulling himself out of bed to follow her out of his room, and of course, skipping every step on the staircase just like she did. As they ran through the house and out the front door, Hopper's eyes widened as he saw Mr. Horowitz' Oldsmobile parked in his driveway. "You drove here? You're only 15, Joyce!"

"Yeah, are you gonna stand there all night stating facts or are you gonna get your ass in the shotgun?" she laughed, jumping in through the open window and shoving the key in the ignition. "Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!" Joyce sang along with the radio as she turned up the volume and sped away.

After a five-minute drive full of Joyce's glorious lipsyncing, she and Hopper pulled into the parking lot of the Hawkins High School football field.

"What are we doing here, Joyce? I thought we were going to the park." Hop questioned as they stepped out of the car. She dragged him out of the house for a firework show, not a short game with the pigskin.

"Nah, we're just stopping here for a minute," she replied, trailing towards the fence of the field. "Help me up over the fence, I wanna show you something." With a hesitant sigh, Jim lifted the smaller teen up and hoisted her over the metal gate. If she was gonna put him through this, she better have at least one bottle of liquor.

"Do you remember what happened on this field, Hop?" Joyce walked backward, keeping her eyes set on him as she smiled. "You scored your very first touchdown on this field. I remember it like it was yesterday. Hawkins J.V. vs. Loch Nora, we were so close but we were still five points away and Loch hadn't lost a game all season."

Jim gave her a bashful smile, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought back to that day.

"With just a few seconds left it seemed like all hope was lost but there comes Jimmy Hopper, barreling down the field. Coach Stevens didn't think you could do it but you ran in like a knight in shining armor with that football in your hands and you scored in the last second. Your first touchdown, Hop! Right here. Every single soul on the bleachers nearly crapped their pants and the whole team had you on top of their shoulders!"

Right as Joyce finished her lecture, pink and green lights lit up the sky over top of them; only adding more dramatics to her story. "See! Even the sky is clapping for you!" she shouted, almost doubling over laughing as Jim finally broke out into a full-fledged smile.

"What are you doing this for, Joycie?" he grinned, putting his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked closer to her.

"You're lost, Hop. I'm gonna help you find yourself by reminding you of what made you who you are." Joyce smiled softly, grabbing his arm and running back to the car as golden fireworks cracked over them. Climbing back over the fence and walking back to the parking lot, Joyce started the car and began driving towards the Hawkins Elementary school.

Pulling into the round-about drop-off, Joyce parked the car and turned towards Hopper ."Remember what happened here?" she smiled, putting a cigarette between her lips and lighting it up.

"Enlighten me."

"Kindergarten, Mrs. Tanner's class. Ten years ago I marched in with my Mary Jane's and plaid stockings. I looked around the room and I found you sitting in the back of the class while you were coloring." Joyce raised her eyebrows, hoping he was following her story.

"You walked up to me, poked me in the shoulder and said 'I'm Joyce and you're my new friend, okay?' and I was fine with that." Hop belted out a laugh as he took the cigarette from her.

"You had no choice, from that moment on you were stuck with me." she smiled along with him, hoping her point was starting to break through to him. It was the first time she had seen Hop laugh within months and it was like music to her ears. Watching her best friend wither away had almost brought her down with him.

"I guess it isn't so bad." he started. "I mean, you and Benny are the only real friends who have stuck with me this far. I'm really thankful for that, Joy." the mood in the car went from hilarious to deep within a second. Joyce could see in the lines of his smile that he really meant it. Breaking the moment almost instantly, a red white and blue firework lit up the sky above them, the boom filling up the gaps of silence.

Next was the hospital. Driving past Hawkins Memorial, Joyce looked at him and felt a smile creeping on to her face. "Here is where it all started. For 10 years I've listened to your mother continuously tell the story of your birthday."

"And Jimmy, don't get me started on Jimmy. 18 hours in labor with him just to have him come out lookin' like his father!" The two of them recited in unison, mocking Joanne Hopper's favorite line of the century. While they both nearly fell over from each other's impression, three more bright and booming fireworks rained over the sky.

The more they drove and the more memories they were reminded of, the louder and more intense the fireworks became. As if they were matching each of Jim's renewing smiles, the firecrackers sounded as if they were cheering him on.

They drove around town for who knows how long, telling the stories of everything that shaped Jim Hopper into who he was. From his first broken arm at the skate park to the first time he ever kicked Lonnie Byers ass behind Bradley's Big Buy. Joyce's personal favorite was the lake that Jim had caught his first Largemouth Bass in. He and his dad entered a Father-Son competition and he had almost won with a 26-inch fish... until the damn thing flopped off the line and pulled him into the lake with it. Joyce couldn't stop laughing whenever that story came to mind. By the end of the night, they both had stomach aches from the laughter and the sky had filled with colorful fireworks with each story told.

Finally finishing their route, Joyce pulled into the busy park. Hundreds of people stood around in the dark as the lights danced in the sky, earning oohs and ahhs from handfuls of children watching.

Before she reached to open the car door, Hop's hand reached out and touched her shoulder. "Joyce." he looked at her intently, searching in her eyes for the right words to say.

"Yeah, Hop?" she whispered, hearing her heartbeat thudding in her ears.

Just as the firework's grand finale began, Jim gently pressed his lips to hers. As if all the sounds of cracking booms disappeared, Joyce could only hear pure silence as she leaned into his kiss.

Pulling away breathlessly, the two of them looked at one another with a mixed expression of shock and happiness.

"Thank you, for everything."

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Still curled up with Joyce, watching the kids play in the lake as the fireworks began to end, Hopper looked down and smiled at her. Leaning over, he gently placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"You reminded me of who I was that night and you helped pull me out of an abyss I had been stuck in. Thank you, for everything."

Tagging my SFS buddies

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