A series of one-shots of interactions/moments between various members of the Byers-Hopper clan.

'You've got chemistry, history, plus the real shit: Shared trauma.' So I give you chemistry, history and the real shit Jopper style. Or: Joyce gets insecure and stupid and freaks out when she realises Hopper traditionally has a 'type' of woman that he goes for and she's not it.

'Stupidly he hadn't considered the possibility they might run into her. But now it seemed obvious they were very likely too. It was their daughter's birthday so of course she had come to visit her. He'd travelled all the way from Hawkins to come to her grave, why wouldn't Diane come across town to do the same.' Post 2x09. Angst turning into redemption and fluff.

"This was your idea remember? You said we should make it up to the kids for eloping by letting them throw us a big wedding party and letting them invite whoever they liked. Which by the way always meant that Mike was going to come and spend the evening, how did you put it? Ah yes, with his hands all over our daughter." More Jopper fluff - sequel to 'Sunday Mornings'

"You're happy right?" Joyce asked suddenly. She was still looking up at him but was now fixing his gaze in a serious stare. "Right now? Well I'm exhausted but then my wife did just strip naked in front of me and then proceeded to jump me in the shower so yeah I'm pretty happy." - Married Jopper shower fluff because why not?

'When he finally dropped a hand and chanced a look in her direction he could have sworn that her cheeks were glowing red in a silent blush. He'd embarrassed her which was even worse than outraging her and made him feel about ten times as guilty. Damn him and his treacherous body. Damn this absurd infatuation for her that he just couldn't seem to shake.' - Jopper motel room fluff.

"I forgot how good you are at that." And he laughed gently when that seemed to make her blush even more and bury her head in the pillow slightly. She certainly hadn't been bashful before or during their consummation. - Completely plotless, fluff filled, post-sex Joyce/Hopper pillow talk.

"Tighter…" She whispered breathlessly as the metal enclosed around her wrist. "Hop, tighter…" She told him again when he hadn't responded straight away. He chuckled to himself as he obliged. Joyce/Hopper - starts out sexy, then gets angsty and finishes with pure fluff.

Pregnant. Joyce pregnant with his child. Their child. Their child gone before it even came to be. Stupidly his shocked brain began to imagine all of the things that never were, that never could be now – he pictured a little girl that looked just like Joyce; all big brown eyes and messy hair and a beautiful, heart-lifting smile. Joyce/Hopper angst and some more angst.

It was becoming increasingly ridiculous that whatever the situation, whatever the emotion, it always seemed to lead them here – to him pressing her against the nearest flat surface and kissing her like his life depended on it, (he was beginning to think that it did), and then pretending it never happened and starting all over again. Post 2x09 Joyce/Hopper angsty fluff.

'By some small miracle they had wound up with all three kids out at the same time on a day when neither of them had to work. Perhaps there was a god. And so they were enjoying their chosen Sunday morning activity without fear of interruption or accidental eavesdropping.' Post 2x09 Joyce/Hopper fluffy ridiculousness.

'He could feel her body temperature rise under his palms and he smiled to himself. Somehow it felt like an honour to be the one that gets to warm her up, hold her, comfort her, kiss her. He wanted to call himself a soppy shit because that was what he had surely become but somehow he did not care in the slightest. As long as he kept getting to do it.' Hopelessly fluffy Joyce/Hopper

'The girl begins to come too slowly and rolls onto her back revealing everything for him to see. Her eyelids blink lazily at him but she doesn't seem at all startled to be waking up in an unfamiliar place with a stranger watching her sleep. "You're Haymitch Abernathy." She states matter-of-factly..."Yes and you're naked." He counters right back.' HG Hayffie AU - totally random.

"He'd always thought that if this ever happened it would be in the middle of some blazing row where he'd pin her harshly against the nearest wall and ravish her – rough, quick, and angry. A pure release of tension. This was none of those things." Little Hayffie fluff set in CF on the eve of the Quell.

"Gene had told her once that this world was all about timing but timing had never felt as if it had been on their side. There'd always been interruptions, complications, half-moments and semi-realised truths. But not this time." Little G/A hopelessly soppy 3.07 rewrite.

"This is over, isn't it?" He asked softly, finally voicing what they had both known for weeks but never had the stomach to admit out loud before./ "I think so." She replied, the words coming out in nothing more than a rasp./"Well, it was good while it lasted I suppose." If there was any intended jest to his words none of it came through. H/L post RotJ AU angst.

"November 22nd 1900." She read the date in the top right hand corner aloud. "That would have been when Papa was in Africa." As Mary unfolded the letter her eyes were drawn to one word at the bottom of the page, slightly bigger than the rest: Cora followed by a single kiss. "It's from Mama." Cora/Robert nostalgia fluff.

"Why don't you just stay here?" To this she frowned, she couldn't help it. It was about the very last thing she had expected to hear from him. Haymitch Abernathy, the biggest commitment-phobe going… had he just asked her to move in with him? She must have misunderstood. - Little Hayffie post Mockingjay fluff.

She knew this was their cover. He was Han Solo, smuggler looking for his latest job, and she was his latest form of relaxation. A random girl picked up at a random space port. As far as this story went he was more than entitled to touch her anytime and anywhere he wanted and she had to pretend she wanted him to. Han/Leia... little fluff, little angst, mostly blah...

You wouldn't think you would see your friend's sister that often, they certainly ran in different circles. But they seemed to bump into each other all the time; work parties, birthday parties, parties at Luke's flat, dinners, cinema trips, incredibly awkward Skywalker/Organa family gatherings. You name it he'd seen her there. And he'd argued with her there too. H/L modern day AU.

"There's Alderaan for you, Corellia for Daddy and Coruscant for me 'cause Daddy said I was 'borned' there before we came here. Three altogether." He told her confidently, and after a moment's pause he added. "Just us three. That's what Daddy says." Young Solo family fluff because apparently I am in capable of writing anything else at the moment. H/L.

"Endor. Five weeks ago. He hadn't seen her at all in the last two of those which was why he was here now sneaking through her apartment in the dead of night, fresh from his latest mission, just to remind himself of what his girlfriend looked like." More post-RotJ H/L fluff cause why not?

"Leia, give me that cake." He repeated, trying his best to sound serious but smirking at her in that devilishly flirtatious way he did that made her entire body go a little off-centre. This was fast becoming a game in which they both knew how to play their parts expertly. /"If you want it, come and get it." Weekend H/L fluff.

"She let him pull her into that embrace; he draw her into him fiercely, head buried deep in her hair so she could feel the wetness on her neck from the tears he finally let fall. Leia closed her eyes and hugged him back with just as much vigour. She let herself tap into his unadulterated and all-consuming joy." Leia tells Han she's pregnant for the second time around. H/L fluff

"Wholly by chance Han had become an expert in dealing with bad dreams and their aftermaths. And his wife and son seemed to have similar reactions to their nightmares; they both wanted to wrap themselves up entirely in his embrace and not talk about it." Little young Solo family angst, bit of fluff too. H/L.

"Do you think we have enough sex?" That made him look up. He frowned at her then, so much so his eyebrows almost completely engulfed his questioning eyes. "Is that a trick question?" Post RotJ Han/Leia stupid, drunk, unapologetic fluff.

"My grandfather wrote the date and the place on the back – that's how I know it's VJ-day. Look..." She turned the picture over in the Doctor's hand. "14/08/45. Stella's Diner, Times Square, NYC. Can you imagine what the atmosphere must have been like that day? It would have been electric." Doctor and new companion go to VJ day, NYC and guess who's there to greet them. Doctor/River

"I just wanted to see you. I wanted to see you as you know me completely and I know you. Is that too much to ask?""Apparently so..." She murmured. 11/River fluff. Full title inside. Note rating. Now complete.

These two blemishes, left by the equipment that had rested on her head, were the only evidence, the only trace of an entire planets'energy that had coursed through her system and restored 4022saved files. The same energy that had destroyed her. Hadn't it?

"No! No, don't you dare give up! You are not going to die today." You can't die to today, he thought afterwards. Surely he would not have to witness her death twice; even he had not done anything so awful to deserve that. Doctor/River angst. Now complete.

The doctor curled his fists even tighter around the bars of her imprisonment. She didn't understand. This beautiful, brilliant, brainy, bloody infuriating woman had no clue. He had seen her future. He had watched her die for him. 11Doctor/River oneshot.

The young bride and groom stood proudly arm in arm, the woman smiled for the camera but the groom could not care less about anyone but her. He leaned into whisper something in her ear. It was a picture of unsullied happiness. "She was my wife." Sirius/OC

She was dead. Molly was gone. And he was pushing her away. God, this was one hell of a night. Gene/Alex post 3.08, another 'if she had stayed story'. There was still time for one last drink at Luigi's. Third and final chapter up.

He could feel the words escaping from the pit of his stomach, racing up past his lungs and heart, up his windpipe, at the back of his throat, tasting vile on his tongue and out, out in a croaked whisper: "I love you, do you know that?" Gene/Alex angst.