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Summer of Hopper Ch.3

Chapter 3 - June

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count: 3400+

Summary: Hopper is in pieces after coming back to Hawkins after Vietnam. How long will you be able to be the strong one if you are also on the edge from taking care of him? If you both break…then what happens?

Warnings: Angst.Fluffy fluff, Night terrors, depression, anxiety.

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A/N: For and with the help of my boi @jaegeeeeer

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Not just between the two of you but, you as your own person felt different. You'd bolted the doors, shut off the lights, pulled the curtains and taken the phone off the hook after you brought him home. You'd both slept 16 hours straight. A personal record for you both. You would've stayed in that bed with him another 16 hours if you'd had that option.

Within a week you're on the road to a secluded cabin in the woods. You'd taken out most of your savings and crossed off everything on your list of things to take care of before you left. You shoved everything into the back of your jeep. And by everything, you mean your whole life basically. Wanting to be over prepared for whatever a summer-long trip to a secluded lake house in the deep woods could bring, you'd meticulously planned a list to accommodate as many foreseen circumstances as you could.

Jim would say, "You're sure a girl scout." every time you'd mention adding something to the list. You were trying to pull the Jeep equivalent of sitting on top of a suitcase to shut the hatch as Jim strolls up behind you and with his hands alone on the back hatch.

"Show off." you mutter playfully.

The mood was lighter now. Not perfect but you felt rested and relieved to get away.

You put away the map finally, you're on the outskirts of the National Forrest, you take your aggression out on the map by foregoing folding it and shoving it forcefully into the glove box. "This road straight to the cabin." you state, laying your head back against your seat. The drive was too long for your liking and it made you feel impatient. By some twist of fate, the place Jim had remembered was still there. By some miracle, it'd been renovated by the new owners and used to rent out. Due to its secluded location, you had by, yet some divine intervention, been able to secure the rental of this place for the summer. After that, the rest of the planning hadn't been such a miracle, but you forget about that once the place started coming into view.

You see the lake, sun shining on its surface as you make your way down the curved driveway to the cabin. It was breathtaking. The green trees covered the hills that rested on either side of the lake.

The cabin is at the end of the driveway now. Jim's face is neutral, he wasn't the least bit stirred by the drive or the trip. He'd even talked himself into looking forward to all of it. Not like spending the summer in a cabin in the woods with a beautiful woman who loved you to a fault would ever sound like a bad plan.

He takes in the sight before him, a lake in a little valley, behind a log cabin. The dock bobbing in the water, splashing against the waves. It was the only sound you could really hear as you both step out of the car in silence.

You both turn to look at each other, your hands reach out over the hot hood of the Jeep, coming together to stand side by side in front of it. Your expressions of various forms of relief mirror each other, both taking in the scene before you. Your home for the summer.

You squeeze his hand, holding up the keys to the cabin, shaking them and nodding towards the cabin.

You're walking up to door, keys in hand as you crack open the heavy wood door. A humid heat hits you and your face screws up in a very unpleasant way. You immediately go in search of an air conditioner, the owner said it fully air-conditioned, something that you knew you couldn't live without over the summer. You try to turn the light switch on, it doesn't work. You'll need to switch the power on, you recall. You decide to open up all the windows first, you could get a good look at everything that way. The place was cozy. The light shines through the windows as you open each one, pinning their matching curtains back. The place wasn't pre-historic and for that you were thankful. It was at least 2 times the size of your apartment it felt, with a bigger TV to boot. The full kitchen was decorated with various farm animals, most of which were dressed as a chef in some way or another. It was corny but you didn't hate it. You see a deck out the kitchen window and move to find the key to the back door. You use your shoulder to shove it open, propped it with the hedgehog door stop you saw waiting to be helpful. You stand in the doorway to an open to a deck and backyard you just knew Jim would love. There was a grill in a corner, a hot tub underneath an adorable pergola with torches surrounding it. You nod in approval as you peek under the lid and find no dead animals and no gross smells. You're glad the place was so far, worth the money. You walk down the steps to the lush fenced in back yard. A cute, unassuming shed off to one side, a hammock between two ancient trees.

You walk to the line of the fence separating you and the small beach that leads to the dock of the lake. You drag it open and your feet start to crunch the rock and sand beneath them. You happily swayed in the wind, sighing with the crashing of the waves. You couldn't help but feel hopeful that this was what Jim needed. You decide you need to deal with the house before dipping your feet into the water.

You shut the gate and head back in, seeing a small bathroom window you'd left shut on the first floor. A half bath sits in the corner of the open floor plan downstairs, underneath the floor of what you're assuming is the master bed and bath. You start to climb the stairs and realize you've still not seen Jim.

You walk back out onto the porch, covered in a thin layer of sticky sweat. You start to head down the front steps but you stop as you see him. You lean against the big wooden post that forms the banister. He's found a porch swing, but it sat under a huge tree, hanging from one of its massive limbs. His eyes are closed, hands clasped in his lap together. His jaw was unclenched for the first time in a long while. Your heart is in your throat as you watch his feet lazily moving back and forth, swinging himself slightly. He takes a deep breath and slouches against the back of the swing. You take a mental picture of this moment and swallow hard, composing yourself. You decide to join him.

His eyes delicately flutter open as you get within a few feet of him. You sit next to him in silence, taking in the view. He lays his arm over the back of the swing, his thumb lazily rubs your arm. You let out a content sigh. You decide to close your eyes too. You feel the wind against your bare skin, the rustling of the leaves that follows. A woodpecker in the distance does what his name suggests. The birds sound like they're talking to each other, their various songs swirl around you.

"You couldn't have made a better choice." he whispers, his mouth against your ear. You get a chill from his lips ghosting over your ear and the wind chilling the sweat that covered your skin. You open your eyes, there's nothing but trees as far as you can see in any direction opposite the lake.

"You like it?" you ask, resting your head against him.

"I love it." he says softly, pressing his lips against the top of your head. You were hoping there would be entire afternoons spent just existing together like you were now. You look up at him, his eyes looked clear and bright, a lot like the color of the lake. You had the place for 3 months. You'd decided to just go for it and seclude yourselves for as long as you could. It was already paying off. "You interested in seeing the inside?" you suggest, "Staying right here is also a choice." you smile, feeling even your most tense muscles start thinking about relaxing.

"Yeah, let's try to get settled in before it gets dark." he kisses your forehead. He moves his hand back, wiping away the sweat from your skin.

"Yeah, it's a sauna in there. I opened all the windows but could you get the power on for me?" you bat your eyelashes.

"Anything you want." he whispers, electing to kiss your lips this time. You hum against him as you reluctantly lift yourself out of the picturesque moment and start back into the cabin.You feel a little dizzy from the most romantic contact you’d felt from him in awhile. You’d been running on fumes for so long, functioning for survival only. Being able to even feel that tingle he gave you trickling up and down your spine from his words and lips felt almost overwhelming.

At the top of the stairs, you creak open the bedroom door. The light from the bay doors floods the room. The wood was painted a muted grey, white sheets, white curtains. Even before the breeze entered the room from the windows you opened it was clean and crisp and made you want to melt into the bed and never leave. You push on the bed with your hand hard, testing it. You then smirk, walking back to the door way, you tie your hair back and then you take a short running leap, face first onto the California king-sized cloud you'd be sleeping on.

The sheets shoot out a poof of air as you land face first into the bed. It reminded you of playing in the snow as a kid, all the white surrounding you in rolling hills. The whirring of electricity brings you back into the moment. You look up to see the ceiling fan above you starting to slowly spin. The power was on. The air vents bow and make metallic booms fire off throughout the cabin as they boot up. You hear the steps creak over the buzz off the power.

You hear a small chuckle from Jim behind you, you enthusiastically move your head so you can speak.

"Stop laughing and try it." you say in a taunting voice, raising yourself up and rolling to the foot of the bed. He shrugs and walks over, falling onto his back on the bed, the sheets give his large form a much louder poof than they did for you. He smiles and turns his head towards you.

"This is the biggest bed I've ever seen." he remarks.

"Big enough for both of us." you roll next to him, laying on your stomach, propped up on your elbows, looking out the double doors to the balcony.

"Man this thing is nice." he sighs out, closing his eyes. You sneak in a quick kiss to his lips before heading off to open the patio doors. The wind rushes into the room. You stand in the way of it, your loose hair whipping around. You slowly walk out and place your hands on the railing. The view was amazing. Jim comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "This place is perfect, honey." he rests his chin on your shoulder. "Thank you." he kisses your ear, his face falling into the bend of your neck. You raise your hand to mingle your fingers in his hair as he gives you a small kiss on your neck. You feel that tingle again. He can feels your pulse speed up under his lips, he hums contently, squeezing you tighter. Your eyes close as the feeling overtakes more than just your spine. Your breathing picks up and he smirks against your skin as he feels you shiver in his arms. “I know you’re not shivering because it’s cold.” he teases, a low laugh fades after he kisses your ear and pulls away from you slightly and you turn in his arms.

“Well, duh.” you were too flustered to think of a good response.”Those shivers are always your fault.” you say, laughing and pulling out of his arms. You turn and see an entire end of the balcony filled with what you're assuming was supposed to be a bench. You pat his chest and move to inspect it. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. His arm wraps up your back, his eyes are moving across your face and you see that spark behind his eyes. Before you can feel heartfelt about it, he smoothly closes the space between you, pushing his lips against yours. Your knees very literally go weak as everything else fades away around you. You feel dizzy again, your hands go to his body to steady yourself. You wait to open your eyes after he kisses you, trying to pull yourself together. You always thought the first kiss after he’d come back couldn’t be topped but that one was a top contender.

“Sorry. I know we’ve got stuff to do but I couldn’t help myself.” he sighs out, his hands running through your hair as he pulls his hands away from you and puts them in his pockets.

“If you ever apologize after kissing me like that again I will leave you.” you both laugh at your dazed tone. “I will come back but I will leave for like, 5 minutes.” you start to giggle as he hugs you and then turns you back towards where you were headed in the first place.

You move not incredibly smoothly over to the corner of the balcony. You lift the lid on this big wooden platform and quickly realize it's another bed. Well, kind've. There are billowing cushions and pillows protected under the hard, wood cover. There are strings of lights spanning around the nest and across the outside of the walls of the balcony.

"This place might be perfect." you whisper to yourself. You have one last room to inspect. You give him a sweet smile as you pass him to slide the door to the master bath open and you almost start laughing like a woman possessed. "Alright! This place is heaven!" you shout towards Jim, still by the railing of the balcony. The bathroom mirrors the bedroom in it's white and grey decor. A long counter top with a huge sink in the middle sits in front of a giant mirror on the wall. There's a bathtub that takes up an entire corner of the room and across from the vanity sits a built-in shower with a shower head dropping out of the ceiling. "This is ridiculous," you say under your breath.

"You can say that again." Jim walks in, whistling at the setup. "I think there used to be more bedrooms up here." he mumbles, looking around.

"There's a bench!" you shout from inside the cavernous shower. Your voice echoing off the stone walls. He can see your silhouette through the foggy coated squares of glass that served as the door for the shower. It was like a little walk in ice cave and you wanted to be buried in it. "You can leave me here, I've found my spot." you laugh, looking at the different knobs.

"I don't know if I've ever wanted to live in a shower before." his eyes roam around the expanse of the shower that was almost as big as your entire bathroom back home.

"It's even tall enough to where you don't have to hunch over!" you enthusiastically say, reaching your hands up towards the shower head. He walks over to you and stands under it.

"Well I'll be damned." he says looking up at it. He's not felt normal sized in a shower since before he hit puberty. "Got room for one more to live in here with you?" he huffs, shaking his head.

"I think so yeah." you nod and beam up at him. You exit the shower and didn't even notice how the toilet had its own little cubby, tucked behind a half wall. You're going to sprain your neck from shaking your head so much. You had gone from questioning how much money you'd spent to thinking you got this place for cheap. Your stomach rumbles, taking you out of your fantasy of buying the cabin.

"Let's get this stuff in so I can cook." you hit your hands together to show you're ready to work. On the way down the stairs Jim suggests, "You bring in the kitchen boxes and get food going, we're gonna be starving after all this." he heads to the porch, your trailing behind him happily. "I'll bring in everything else."

"Deal." you hold out your hand to him for a shake, making a goofy grin at him. He lets out a small laugh, he pulls your hand from your spot on the top of the stairs, he catches your waist and sits you on the ground, finally returning your handshake. He turns from you and to the car with a lazy grin. You swooned at him as he moved away, you felt like you were getting him back.

You have the water working, inventory was taken on what you and the cabin had all together, and everything that could spoil was put away in a rapidly growing colder fridge. You turn the oven on and throw in the pre-prepared chicken and potatoes to warm them back up. You grab a can of peas and slide it down the counter to heat up later.

You wipe your hands, watching Jim stomp in and shut the door behind him. He's sweaty and out of breath, making his way over to you, you offer him the hand towel, he takes it and rubs it all over his head and neck.

"Everything from the car is in." he huffs out, sitting at the counter stool, his elbow resting on the top.

"Just waiting for the food to heat up and we're good. You gonna eat before you shower or after? you ask, leaning your elbows on the opposite side of the counter as he was. "You get dibs on christening it." you chuckle, playfully shoving his forearm with your fingers. "I'm jealous." you grin at him.

"Yeah I'll take you up on that." he nods, his upper lip raised as if he's still thinking about taking the opportunity.

"Make sure you tell me everything about it when you get back." you laugh as he starts to walk away. You reach your hand over his sweaty forearm, pulling him towards you, he is easily swayed your way.

"I'm all sweaty." he warns as your arms start to wrap around him.

"I know that's part of it, handsome." you say holding him against you. He actually laughs, a true honest laugh and you hum in content at the sound.

"You're gonna be a happy woman if you like me sweaty with this summer heat." his amusement is still obvious in his voice.

"Oh, I've already been thinking about it." you swoon, your fingers lingering on his sides.

"You're gross. Very cute! But also gross." he shakes his head, holding your face. He keeps kissing you as you laugh into his mouth.

"Go shower big bear, dinner will be done when you are." you return his kiss and pull out of his reach, heading back to grab a pot to heat the peas.

"If you insist, honey." he grabs a box marked bathroom and smoothly turns around and his long legs carry him up the stairs quickly.

It isn't too long before you hear him triumphantly yell from the shower, you can't help but laugh at the sound. You knew that this upwards mood swing was just temporary but that didn't mean you weren't going to try to allow yourself to enjoy every second of it you could. -----------------------------------

You had finished eating. Jim had stayed downstairs to try to figure out the entertainment system set up as you took your turn in the shower. It really was a near magical experience, you knew you were going to have to find reasons to take more showers.

You dig through the boxes by the label, piecing together something to sleep in and to wear in the morning. You'd put your boxes in the bathroom and Jim's in the bedroom for now, there wasn't a ton of room in the bedroom so you didn't want to crowd the space. Your hair is partially dry by the time Jim makes his way upstairs. You're rubbing lotion on your legs as he takes off his shorts and crawls into bed, pulling the comforter up over him. He sits against the headboard watching you.

"Bedtime then I guess?" you laugh, turning your head towards him at the head of the bed.

"I drove and moved those boxes, I'm beat." he says, yawning. You walk around the room, closing the door, leaving one window cracked, making sure Jim locked everything before you turn the overhead light out. The low light of the bedside lamp let you see your way to crawl in the bed. You turn to shut it off after getting under the covers. His arm is already around your waist, pulling you from the edge of the huge bed towards him, you squirm trying to wiggle yourself across the expanse of the bed.

"You're so far away." you laugh, rolling over and into his arms.

"Huge bed." he mumbles into your shoulder. You smile and adjust your pillow. He settles directly behind you, his face pressed against the base of your neck. You lazily rub his forearm that weighs heavily on you. He groans at the light scratches you trail across his skin.

"Night Jim." you whisper, bringing his hand up to kiss it. He moves to let your shoulder fall back so he can lean down and kiss you properly. He pulls back after he hears your content sigh.

"Night, honey." his voice low and tired. "Love you." he plants one kiss on the nape of your neck, he feels you shiver and smiles to himself, burying his face in your hair.

"Love you, big bear." you sigh out, letting a yawn escape before falling asleep easily for the first time this year.

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