Jopper Oneshots

Real (Part 2) [Fluff]

The door began to raise, and a pale, thin man with the deepest blue eyes that anyone had ever seen stepped out. His fist was curled and his muscles were tense; he was prepared to fight his way out, if he had to. But when he had searched the room and his eyes landed on her, Hopper was quickly rendered defenseless.

She started crying as soon as she saw him. She knew that he was alive, she'd seen him in the arena; but it was different for him to be there, in front of her. She didn't know if there was anything she should have said, so she launched forward for a hug.

Joyce was already running towards him, tears in her eyes. He couldn't believe that she was actually there. And after eight months in Kamchatka, he denied it. There was no possible way that she was actually there.

But she crashed into him with a hug, crying into his jacket. He went still, surprised by the fact that he could actually feel her. He pulled her back. 'Joyce?' He couldn't speak, so he only gazed at her in awe. Her brown hair was still gorgeous, although a little messy. Her dark eyes displayed what appeared to be love.

He pulled her back into another hug as he realized that she wasn't a hallucination, that she was real. He smiled, then rested his head on top of hers. She was real and his savior.