Okay, so I'm going to run out of ideas for one shots at some point. So any suggestions or prompts would be so helpful and would help continue this series/book. Thank you and sorry for any mistakes ❤️

Hopper and Joyce were sitting in the calm of the night, cigarettes in hand as the smoke surrounded them. They're were looking out at the field from Joyce's swing on her front porch. The only sounds were the rustle of the trees in the breeze and the slow, steady breaths coming from them both.

Hopper stole yet another glance at the beautiful woman beside him. He has been staring at her all night. He couldn't help it. She was beautiful and his one and only weakness. He stared at her like she was the light at the end of his dark, spiralling tunnel. She was his light of hope in this dark world creeping with monsters. He stared at her with the deepest love and desire in his eyes.

"I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." Joyce spoke breaking her gaze from the field in front of them and turned to look him in the eye.

Hopper just smiled and chuckled at her. "Can you really blame me, Joyce?" He never broke his deep blue eyes gaze away from her chocolate brown eyes. 

"What is that supposed to mean, Hop?" She wasn't angry or upset. She was curious. She'd caught him various times, staring at her when he thought she wasn't looking. He had something hidden in his ocean eyes that she couldn't figure out. She wanted to know why. Why he stared at her the way he did?

"It means..." he paused contemplating whether or not he should speak his thoughts. "You're f*cking beautiful and I can't keep my eyes off you for a second." He looked down at the ground, putting out his smoke in the process. Joyce was taken aback. She never thought she was beautiful so hearing him saying that made her shocked. She softly put her smoke out.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked, placing a gentle hand on his hand that was on his knee. Hopper looked at her hand on his. "I know you're beautiful, Joyce. You always have been." He looked back up into her eyes, unsure of what to do next. He glanced at her lips. He wanted to kiss her. 

Joyce's eyes darted to his lips and lingered there for a few seconds. And Hopper definitely noticed as he grabbed her cheek gently and pulled her towards him. 

"Joyce..." he whispered, his lips inches away from hers and their foreheads, gently resting against each other's. "Hop..." she spoke so quietly that he almost missed her say his name.

He grazed his finger across her cheek before gently leaning in and kissing her. It was soft and quick before he pulled away. He searched her eyes to find any hint of how she felt. "Joyce?" He asked. "Kiss me, Hop." She demanded with a smile on her lips. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes ma'am." He obliged and kissed her again. This kiss was more passionate. He moved his hands to her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

He pulled her onto his lap, never breaking their lips. When they finally broke apart for air, they both smiled like a pair of idiots and pressed their foreheads together.

"I-I love you, Joyce. I've loved you for a long time. I thought it was finally time to tell you." Hopper said. Joyce's smile only grew wider at his confession. "I love you too, Hop. More than you know."