AN: Okay, so I'm kinda obsessed with El and Hoppers fight scene in season 2. It's just so intense and David and Millie were so amazing, so I had to create another. This wasn't requested, and it's short, but when you get inspired, you get inspired.
SUMMARY: Hopper finds El and Mike making out, and he isn't happy about it.
"El, we are talking about this," Jim Hopper was kind of fed up with his daughter's attitude. As soon as they had gotten home, she had locked herself in her room, and held the door shut. Hopper sighed, he should've seen this coming.
"No," Eleven's voice said sharply from the other side, "we are not."
"Jane, get out here!" Hopper couldn't stand this anymore, "We are talking about this, or you're grounded for the rest of the month." He was trying to stay calm, really. It wasn't even that big of a deal, but to him it was everything. He had been walking through the parking lot behind the movie theater, when he saw it. In Wheeler's car, his girl had her tongue down Mike's throat. Being her dad, he wasn't about to let this slide. His threat seemed to have worked, however, because the teenage girl was opening her door and slowly walking out, arms crossed.
"We don't need to talk about this!" She yelled, throwing her hands in the air. She was so tired of this. Why couldn't he just be a normal dad, and let her have fun? She sighed internally. The answer to that question was obvious.
"I saw Wheeler with his tongue down your throat. We are talking about this!" Hopper growled. The teenager just couldn't seem to wrap her head around what was wrong.
"Why? What do you think we're going to do?" El's anger was rising. He was being intrusive. This was her life, her boyfriend (her heart still fluttered at the thought of that), and most importantly, her Mike.
"I just don't want you pregnant!" Jim yelled, his hands running through his already messed up hair.
"You're ridiculous!" El screamed back, "Goddamnit Hop, we're sixteen!"
"Exactly, I know what happens at sixteen!" Hopper thought back to the time he would have a new girl every week, to when he really messed up pretty much everything.
"Oh, I bet you have a ton of practice, don't you then?" The girl spat back. It's been a while since she's been this mad, in fact, he doesn't think she's been this mad since she was in hiding and almost blew up the whole house.
"That's not the point!" The chief of police groaned. "The point is, you are way too young to be making out with anyone!"
"But it's different, dad!" She was so angry that her vision was getting blurry. The couch was shaking, as were doors.
"Oh yeah? And how so?" They were both screaming. Neither of them had a talent for keeping calm.
"Because unlike you with all your one night stands, I LOVE HIM!" Plates and glasses broke, and Hopper's face grew ghostly pale.
"And how can you be so sure?" He said, quieter this time, but his voice was sharp, like a needle.
"I've loved him since the day in the rain!" Eleven screeched. She was crying, and the sound of her voice cracking made Hopper's heart twitch. "I loved him since he gave me my name, since before YOU knew who I was, since day 1, all the way to day FUCKING 353! I've loved him since the snowball, and I still love him at day 1,461! I love him in school and at home and I love him today and tomorrow. And if that's not enough, I loved him BEFORE I LOVED YOU!" With that the tear streaked girl left the room sobbing, slamming the door with her mind behind her. "I LOVE HIM, AND YOU CAN'T CONTROL IT!"
Without another way to put it, Hopper had fucked up.
He sat on the couch until he was sure she was asleep. He was speechless, numb, almost as if he wasn't really there.
And then he cried.
He lied on his bed until the early hours of the morning, tears streaming down his face, all because his daughter was hopelessly in love, but he felt sure that she didn't love him too much after tonight. Finally he pulled himself out of bed, realizing he wasn't going to sleep. He was dizzy from dehydration and exhaustion, but he proceeded to walk slowly to the toaster. Popping Eggos into it, he sighed softly, wanting to cry, but he was dry. He was out of emotions, and he walked around his house like a zombie, unable to feel, or care.
And that's how El found him.
Sitting at their small table, with a cold coffee in front of him, looking lost. She sat down in front of him and slowly took a bite of the already cold waffle.
"I'm sorry kid," Hopper whispered, "I know you love him, and I'm sorry, I'm so so sor-"
"It's okay," She sighed, a single tear sliding down her cheek. She took his big hand in her small one and squeezed. He gave her a small smile and squeezed back.
"I'll make it up to," he said, looking her in the eye.
"Oh, and how so?" The girl laughed a little. Hopper couldn't help but laugh too. She loved him, she still loved him.
"I promise, that in ten years, no less though, I will let Wheeler marry you." El gasped, kind of shocked, and she'll admit it, a little embarrassed. "But, I don't want grandkids for at least 14." He said, actually laughing this time. She slapped him, but they were both laughing. The kind of laughter that hurt your stomach and made it hard to breathe. They curled up together on the couch, and that's where Joyce found them seven hours later, asleep. She yelled at them for being late for what was supposed to be a picnic, but they just flew back into the fit of laughter they had had earlier.
Hopper really didn't care because, as long as his girl loved him, he was going to be okay.
AN: Short and sappy, but oh well.
Hopper + 11+ mad= slightly explosive.
So anyway, just obsessed with that scene.
I think I'm going to stay on ffnet for now, mostly because I don't want to leave y'all. Leave me a comment and a prompt, (if you want).
I love you all so much, and thanks for reading.
Much loveeeeeeeeee,
Lex
P.S This AN is short because where I live it's late and I need sleep, sorry.
