James 'Jimbo' Hopper. Vietnam Vet. Police Chief of Hawkins. Divorced. Stranger Things Muse. O.C. and Crossover friendly. Ships with Joyce or strong Chem. Dark and mature themes. Penned by #LostSailor RT

++to save the Wheeler child?"

Hopper's heart rate went wild and he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. He was suppose to be tough, strong and in control of his emotions and here he was, like a jelly fish. He grunted and then put his hands on hers, squeezing her hands lightly. "Shouldn't we be trying to++

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Merry Christmas and all that jazz can bite me.

++at her, inching even closer. "Did you think of me? Maybe you thought I had died?"

++breath. Damn, what was it about this woman that made him go from the big bear to a softie. It was only the two of them, he could afford to let just a smidged of softness come through. "I did, everyday I thought of you," it sounded cliche but it was the truth. He gazed at her++

Her hand on his chest, the touch, the warmth it sent a jolt of electricity through him. Not an unpleasant feeling, and he wished for more of it. His thumb softly caressed the curve of her cheek bone and when she turned to fit almost against him, he found himself hitching his++

-- you know where the spare key is. El will be hanging out with Nancy tonight,"

"And your tiny enough to fit through a mouse hole," he teases her with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He watches her straighten out things on the counter, as another customer walks into the store. It's the only store open in town. Hopper taps Joyce's arm. "Eight o'clock,--

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++hers and his hand came up to gently cup her cheek. "No more running and no more hiding, we promised to be open and honest with each other after I got back from the iceberg," he didn't need to say where. She knew what he meant.

This moment was one that for him, would be burned in his mind for a long time, in his memory. He held her gaze, looking into her dark eyes and he allowed himself to get carried away into the wave of emotion. "I have waited for this moment for so long," his lips were close to++

+you can make your escape from the Wheeler house, without Karen giving you the third degree?" Hopper asked with a slight laugh.

"No more potato chips, or Waffles and TV dinners," he spoke softly, and it would be good to have a meal, as an adult and with someone he enjoyed spending time with, someone who understood him. He let his thumb brush over the top of her hand and he chuckled lightly. "Think you++

+A little smile and then he shrugs. "Not sure when I sat down to have a good meal, it's always in a rush and fast food," with El in training and a crawl that could happen any moment he was never taking time out for himself. "I suppose we both need to look after ourselves?"

He holds the can of soda and looks at his hand, where her fingers touch just for a fleeting moment. He knows she is on edge, constantly worried about Will, wrapping him up in bubble wrap so nothing could harm him. He admired her for it. "Touche Joyce," he remarks with a little+

+showed unless it was the two of them alone. "You do know, you can talk to me Joyce. We been through enough shit together, and I thought we promised no more turning away from each other," which for the minute, seems like she was doing right now.

+there it is again, the 'I'm fine' which is code for yes something is bothering me," he doesn't want to pressure her so he gives her back a slight pat and then lowered his face, just a bit, so that she could see into his eyes. There was this little moment of tenderness that he-

This woman, she has a stubborn streak in her, which he finds cute and sometimes down right annoying like right now. He caresses her back, for just a moment and then stood even closer to her side, watching her busy herself, trying to deflect which she was so good at. "And there-