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be my baby

wrote this one for @acciosnapes 2.5k writing challenge! it was inspired by like one line in the song “be my baby” and it goe entirely out of hand long lol. but i had fun writing it and i hope you guys enjoy!

You’re not quite sure how it happens. Well, no, that’s a lie. It happens slowly. Very slowly. It starts with the Chief coming into the library sporadically, arms laden with borrowed books. Books that he most certainly wasn’t checking out for himself.

He doesn’t say much those first few times beyond a polite, short greeting and a quick welcome to Hawkins. You always smile at him - a bright grin that you know makes you look younger than you are. Your best friends in high school always called it the Man Catching smile. It doesn’t seem to be working on the Chief. Not that you’re going to give up. Soon enough, the Chief stops for a little bit longer, chatting with you casually. He asks a little about your background, stiffly - like he’s trying for nonchalance, but failing. It’s absolutely endearing and you find your Man Catching smile morphing into something a little more real, a little more dopey. It’s your Falling in Love smile and you’re terrified. It’s been a long time since you’ve smiled that particular smile and you never imagined that Chief Jim Hopper would be the one to draw it out of you again. And then, suddenly (or it feels sudden, even thought it’s been weeks), Hopper’s standing at the circulation desk, hat in hands, stumbling over his words. You wait patiently, biting your lower lip to prevent a smile from stretching across your face. “I was thinkin’, well, only if you want, would you,” his face is pink, moustache twitching as he finds the words he wants, “Thinkin’ about dinner. Maybe Friday night? I could pick you up?” “Sure, Chief,” you grin, unable to hide your excitement. “See you at 7.” He smiles back, eyes crinkling, and gives you a little salute before he turns to leave. He’s about halfway to the door, when you realize, and shout after him, “Hey! Hopper!” “Yeah?” He turns, a little bit of an excited smile on his face. You hate to see it fade, but laugh a little as you say, “Forgot to pay your fine. Am I gonna have to call the police?” Hopper laughs. He strides back over and leans his forearms on the counter, angling his upper body towards you, “Tell ya what, sugar, you call the station any time and I’ll be over before you can even finish a sentence.” You place the back of your hand against your forehead and pretend to swoon. “Gee, a charmer, aren’t you?” you tease, breathless. “Only for you,” he winks, digging into his pocket and dropping a few singles onto the desk before strolling out of the library. Watching him leave, you gather the bills and shake your head. Jim Hopper’s going to be fun. ——— As the weeks go by, you and Hopper fall quickly into a pattern of flirting and kissing in his Blazer. Every time you leave the car, he gives you one last kiss, only for you to plant three quick kisses on him in short succession. It’s become a habit now, a fun way for you to get the last word in. Hopper doesn’t mind, his hand usually wraps around your wrist as you’re kissing him, the contact grounding you. Despite your desire to do so, you haven’t slept together yet. You know he has a daughter - Jane, even though everyone seems to call her El - to think about and you don’t mind that he wants to make sure you’re serious before introducing you into her life. Sex is a surefire way to complicate all of that and you’re content to let Hopper take the lead here. Even if that means disappointment sometimes. “Hey, we’re still getting drinks tonight, right?” you say into the phone, cradling the receiver between your shoulder and cheek so you can wash dishes as you talk. Hopper sighs heavily and your heart sinks to your stomach. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m...El’s havin’ a...difficult time today.” “Oh,” you sigh. “That’s alright. You should spend time with her. I’ll be here.” You hope the forced lightness isn’t obvious, but from the soft sigh Hopper lets out, you know it is. There’s a scratchy, ruffling noise and you know he’s just rubbed his hand over his face. “I promise I’m gonna talk to her. She knows I’m seein’ someone and she’s gettin’ ... well, she’s gettin’ worked up about it.” “Worked up about me, you mean?” It slips out, the correction and frustrated sigh. You know that El is important to Hopper, and she should be, but you can’t help but feel a little tired of all the dancing around, all the broken dates and hiding in the car. It takes a toll on you. Hopper’s silence is his answer and you bite your lower lip. “It’s fine, Jim, really,” you try to sound convincing. “It’s not like this was a serious thing anyway.” You hate the flippancy of your tone and the fact that you’re saying the words at all. Because it’s not true. Not even a little bit. Sure, maybe it started as a fun fling - flirting and kissing and teasing each other - but somewhere along the line, you fell head over heels for Jim Hopper and now your heart is breaking. “Come on, Y/n,” he says and you can hear the scowl in his voice, can picture the way his brow will darken, “don’t say shit like that. You know I like you.” “Sure, chief,” you reply flatly. The line is silent for a few moments, both of you frustrated and stubborn. Eventually, you crack. “Look, I...wasn’t exactly planning on telling you this so quickly, but I like you, Jim. A lot. And I respect that you need to take El’s feelings into consideration, but I really would like to know that she’s not going to sabotage whatever this could become.” You close your eyes and drop the dish you had been rinsing into the sink so you can lean your forearms against the sink. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest and the longer it takes Hopper to respond, the worse you feel. “I’ll talk to her, swear,” he vows. “You gotta know that I don’t wanna mess her life up any more than it already has been.” There’s something a little desperate and scared in his tone - a plea that you understand something he can’t tell you. Your heart cracks a little. “She’s only got me,” he continues. “I think she thinks she’s losin’ me.” “Please, Jim,” you murmur, “make sure she knows that I want to know her just as much as I want to know you. I’m not trying to take you away.” “I know,” he replies. “I’m gonna talk to her, sugar. I promise.” “Okay,” you sag a little. “Okay. I’m sorry that this is how the night went.” You hear his hand scrub over his face again. “Yeah, me too. Was lookin’ forward to seein’ you try’n keep up.” His voice lifts into a teasing tone and you can’t help but crack a small smile. “Drink you under the table you mean, right, old man?” you tease right back and his laugh booms in your ear. “Watch it,” he warns, a low growl. “Night, Hop,” you say quietly. His voice goes soft. “Night, baby.” ————— True to his word, Hopper tells El that you two are dating. Or on the road to seriously dating. He’s vague about his actual phrasing, leading you to believe he stuttered and tripped over his words, confusing the pre-teen about your relationship status. You’re not confused about his feelings any more - well most of the time. He’s still closed off about some things and you’re not always sure what’s going on behind those blue eyes of his, but there’s no denying the physical spark that had existed when you finally slept together. You know that you should’ve held off a little longer, knowing your feelings were too strong to avoid heartbreak, but goddamn did the man look good in his uniform. He keeps dates more regularly now, whether or not that’s a sign of El’s acceptance or of Hopper laying down the law, you’re not sure. He still hasn’t said anything about you actually meeting El - dodging the question by doing something phenomenal with his fingers. But you have seen El around Hawkins - briefly and when she’s riding her bike with her group of friends. She’s got a gorgeous smile and laughs easily when one of the boys says something amusing. Your heart clenches a little when you see her because you really just want to get to know her and make sure she knows that you’re not trying to steal away her dad. It’s exhausting, waiting for Hopper to finally let you meet her, so you take matters into your own hands. She’s in the library on a rainy Tuesday, roaming the stacks with Max Mayfield, and you can hear both girls giggling as they look through the books. It brings a smile to your face as you remember rainy days spent in the library with your own best friend, Lissy. You really should give her a call someday soon and plan a trip to visit her in Chicago. Eventually, she and Max make their way to the check-out desk, where you’re working for the time being since your co-worker is out. You smile at the girls and Max smiles back, even as El shoots you a scowl. “Find everything you were looking for, girls?” you ask, your tone carefully controlled. “Mhm,” Max nods. She grins, “we’re in a prank war with the boys so we needed some outside resources.” And sure enough, the stack of books on the counter is geared towards pranks and jokes, some advertising gross schemes and others promising pranks so funny even the victims will bust a gut. The titles alone make you laugh and you wink conspiratorially at the girls, “I can’t wait to hear how you defeat the boys in this prank war.” El raises an eyebrow at you. “Why would we tell you if we win?” You suck your lower lip in between your teeth and force a small smile. “Well,” you say carefully, “I think your dad might tell me, but I’d like to hear it from you, since I’m sure you guys don’t want the chief knowing about some of these pranks.” You tap a fingernail against the hard cover of one of the books, the noise echoing a little. Cutting her eyes at her friend, Max frowns. Then she looks between you and El briefly before letting out a little gasp. “Oh! You’re the lady Hopper’s dating,” she breathes, connecting dots in her head. Her eyes widen and she scoops up the books quickly, “I’m, uh, I’m gonna go to the bikes. Meet ya outside, El.” She scurries off, clearly trying to avoid the tension. Looking surprisingly like Hopper, despite the lack of shared genetics, El rolls her eyes. “You don’t need to know anything about the pranks,” she says shortly, following Max’s trail. And it’s weird, because a cup full of pens and pencils falls over, spilling the writing implements all over the desk and floor, even though you hadn’t been near it. Sparing the mess a brief glance, you call after the teen. “Jane!” She starts at her name - hesitating as if she’s not used to hearing it. But she stops. Her back is to you and she looks tense, like she’s preparing to take off any second. But she stops. “I would really like to get to know you,” you say, softer than your initial call of her name. “I know you may not be thrilled with me and all, but I promise that I’m not the bad guy here.” El gives a tiny little jolt, doesn’t reply, and marches out of the library. Your shoulders slump in disappointment as you watch her meet up with Max under the library’s awning, both girls flipping up the hoods on their rain jackets and climbing onto their bikes, riding away. “Shit,” you groan, dropping your head to the desk with a painful thud. That could’ve gone better. ———- You don’t hear from Hopper that night, which concerns you until the front page of the next day’s Hawkins Post announces a major accident had taken place the night before just on the outskirts of town, keeping Hawkins PD occupied all night. Folding the paper and dropping it on your kitchen table, you make a mental note to call Hopper later and see if there’s anything he needs. The library is fairly quiet for a Wednesday in August - there are a couple of scattered groups of moms and kids, older folks, and potentially mischievous teenagers milling about, but no one is really bothering you for help. You’re working on a crossword puzzle when a shadow falls over the desk. “How can I help you?” you ask, flipping the paper closed and looking up. It’s El. “Oh!” Her eyes are a little wide and she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Hi, Jane,” you greet her quietly, offering a soft, hopefully welcoming smile. “Hello,” she greets you back and shuffles a little, clutching her hands in front of her body. “I...can we...” “Would you like to go get lunch?” you interrupt quickly when it becomes clear that El is struggling to articulate her thoughts. She nods, grateful. You drop an “Out for Lunch” sign on your desk and tilt your chin at her, “Any particular place you’d like to go?” El shakes her head. No. She falls into step next to you as you walk out of the library. “Okay, maybe the diner?” you suggest casually, even though your insides are doing cartwheels at your excitement. El nods at your suggestion. Okay, seems like she’s not going to be doing that much talking, you think. But at least she made the effort to reach out. That definitely makes you feel much better. You let the silence last until you get to the diner, not wanting to push El into a forced conversation. Smiling at Dot, the ancient waitress that always flirts with Hopper when you come in together, you and El slide into a booth, taking seats across from each other. “So,” you smile, “what do you feel like having?” “Waffles, please,” El replies, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Breakfast for lunch, I like it,” you reply, ordering two plates of waffles with a side of extra bacon. El gives you a shy smile and then, as if remembering that she’s supposed to not like you, it fades into a faint scowl. She crosses her arms over her chest and stares at you. You blink placidly and sigh. “You know, I really like your dad, Jane.” Her frosty exterior softens a little. “He spends a lot of time with you.” Not as much as you would like, but hopefully that changes soon, you think. “I don’t want him to spend less time with you,” you promise. “I think, if you and I got along, it would be nice to hang out, the three of us.” “Why?” El asks. “We don’t need you.” She says it flatly and if her words are meant to hurt, it works. You suck in a breath and swallow heavily. Reaching for your water glass, you take a slow sip, trying to formulate a response. Eventually, you flatten your palms against the tabletop and look steadily at El. “I don’t know what you and your dad need, but I want to continue seeing him and I *want* to get to know you,” your voice is steady and you try to convey all of your feelings in your tone. “Your dad makes me happy and I think I make him happy too. I’m not trying to take him away, Jane, I’m just trying to bring him a little extra happiness.” “Dad is only halfway happy,” she says and it sounds like a question, her eyebrows scrunching together and head tilting to the side. You’ve never heard the expression before, so you shrug. “I think he’s very happy with you, sweetie. But I’d like to bring a different happiness to his life.” She heaves a sigh that seems far too heavy for her skinny frame. Mirroring your position, El drops her palms to the table too. “I want Dad all the way happy. But...” she trails off, looking a little unsure. “But you don’t know me or trust me,” you finish quietly. “And that’s okay. I don’t expect you to even like me much right now. But, Jane, all I ask is that you try and get to know me.” You settle into quiet now, letting your words sink in. El looks at you, studying your face, looking for any hint of deception. You know she won’t find any since all you want is to get to know the most important person in Jim Hopper’s life, but you can’t help but be a little unnerved by her intense gaze. “El,” she says after a few moments of silence. “You can call me El.” “Yeah?” you ask, a bright grin splitting your face. So much for playing it cool. She nods, giving you a tiny smile in return before digging into her waffles. Your own smile doesn’t fade as you begin to eat - peppering the silence with easy questions about herself and school that El answers with only mild reluctance. By the time you walk out, nearly an hour later, it feels like a new page has turned. ———- “Have a good lunch break yesterday?” You look up, startled by Hopper’s sudden appearance. He’s in full uniform, his hat resting lightly on the counter. “Maybe...” you hedge, leaning forward a little. “What did you hear?” “Heard,” he gives you a roguish smirk, “you’re goin’ on lunch dates with someone that’s not me.” “Oh yeah,” you grin, “remembering” you lunch date. “Real cute, cuter than you. Better table manners, too.” “Hey!” Hopper yelps, mock offense forming on his face. “I taught her those table manners.” You laugh outright, a sound that has a smile overtaking Hopper’s face. He pushes a hand through his hair and fidgets, a little nervously. “It was okay?” he asks quietly, worry flashing in his eyes. “Yeah,” you reach out to squeeze his hand, “it was okay. I know you were hesitant, but I really wanted to... to not hide us.” He nods. “Well, whatever you said, worked. Kid voluntarily asked if I was gonna see you again.” “What’d you tell her?” you ask, hoping your voice doesn’t betray the thudding of your heart. Every muscle in your body feels tense, coiled tightly as you wait for his answer. Hopper’s smile is wide and the skin around his eyes crinkles. “Told her she’d be seein’ a lot more of you if I got a certain answer to a question I had for ya.” You can’t hide the smile that blossoms across your face. “Question?” you ask, raising a curious eyebrow. “Yeah,” he leans forward, “question. Thought about it an’ I was hopin’ you’d be my girl.” “Your girl?” Smiling, you repeat Hopper’s question just to make sure you heard him right. He nods. “Yeah, I wanna see more of you,” he pauses, smirks a little, “Stop hidin’.” “I like that,” you reply happily. “I’m more than happy to be your girl, Jim.” Hopper leans further over the counter and cups your cheek so he can kiss you quickly once. You laugh against his lips and kiss him back, three times in quick succession. He pulls back and says, “Dinner, Friday night. Me an’ you. El’s hangin’ out Max’s for the night - sleepover.” “Pick me up at 7,” you reply, your tongue darting out and licking your reddened lower lip. Hopper’s gaze tracks the motion and he winks. “Yes ma’am,” he gives you a little mock salute and heads out of the library. You watch him leave, a goofy grin on your face and a blush heating your cheeks.

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lizmaximoff · 4 years

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JIM HOPPER FIC RECS

Here is my official list of Jim Hopper x Reader & Jim Hopper x OFC works!

Fics are separated based on whether or not they are a drabble, a one-shot, or a part of a series; by author (alphabetically); and by rating.

This is an arsenal containing 139 fics (as of 7/21/20) > UPDATED LIST HERE

DRABBLES

Sunday ( @bubble-tea-bunny ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

Sunday afternoon brings Jim Hopper to your front doorstep.

‘I Almost Lost You’ Prompt ( @damerondjarin ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Hopper comes home safe and sound.

Eggnog and Trees ( @darling-i-read-it ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (K)

Hopper is a grinch and you’re a Christmas nerd. You’re best friends, but a little bit of mistletoe goes a long way.

Caught ( @/davidharbovr) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper is late for work, so you visit his cabin to see if he’s okay.

First Date ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

You and Hopper go on a first date.

First Time HC ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper is your first time.

Partner’s Birthday Prompt ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

You wake Hopper up on his birthday.

Pining Prompt ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

Hopper has had a thing for you for a while, but it takes you breaking up with your boyfriend for him to finally make a move.

Flirt ( @imagineaworlds ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (K)

You’re Steve Harrington’s sister; you come home from college.

He Seems... ( @kilyra ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

Running into an ex is always awkward, but when your ex is Hopper, you fully expect it to be awful.

BJ Prompt ( @lucifer-in-leather ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You have Hopper wrapped around your finger.

Christmas Eve ( @/saltedtears) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

Hopper gets home late on Christmas Eve.

Oral in Public Prompt ( @steve-hairingtons ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You go shopping for bras with Hopper.

Hold Your Breath ( @sweetfictionalworld ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You can’t sleep, so you decide to crash Hopper’s motel room.

Movie Night ( @the-charlee-monstah ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (K)

El and Hopper invite you over for a movie night.

At the Lake Prompt ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

You and Hopper display some PDA at the lake.

Caregiver Prompt ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (K)

You hurt yourself, and Hopper is there to take care of you.

Getting Caught Prompt ( @thirstyforhop ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

El accidentally walks in on you and Hopper, leading to a very awkward conversation.

Just What the Doctor Ordered ( @/underthenorthstar ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

You fall and injure yourself. An overprotective but sweet Hopper takes care of you.

ONE-SHOTS

The County Fair (@/acciosnapes) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Barbeque grill outs, pool parties and more- late nights in Hawkins, Indiana was never really that dull, especially if you were the mayors daughter.

Boiled Over ( @adkinsmayo ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

The heat can make you do crazy things.

Carbon One-Shot ( @adkinsmayo ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You switch the roles up a bit.

Cigarette Smoke and Leather Seats ( @adkinsmayo ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

There’s this game you and Hopper always play, but tonight you figured you’d make it a little harder. With the stakes higher, it’ll make the prize so much sweeter.

Jail House Rock ( @adkinsmayo ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Jim takes his role on Halloween just a little too seriously.

Not Again ( @adkinsmayo ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

After getting divorced a few years ago, you and Hopper come together again for the sake of El.

Without Filters ( @adkinsmayo ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

You and Hopper have been best friends since seventh grade. And Hopper breaks a promise.

Cherries a la Mode ( @alias-b ) | Jim Hopper x OFC (E)

Jim’s having a bad day at work and Lucy shows up to brighten his life. Only if he allows it. A game blooms when they’re alone in his office.

Say It ( @/atariwrites) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

Early morning cuddles with Hopper.

Chief of My Heart ( @becs-bunker ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

A run in with your ex results in you asking Hopper for a favor.

Am I Tough Enough? ( @bitchinsinclair ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper’s uniform is nothing without the hat.

Dinner Comes After Dessert ( @bitchinsinclair ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Dinner table sex inspired by a skit David did on Saturday Night Live!

“Too Big” ( @bitchinsinclair ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper’s size is one of the things he hates about himself, but you won’t rest until he knows it’s your favorite thing about him.

Home Sweet Home ( @bitchinsinclair ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Reader entices Hopper to fuck her by wearing his Hawkins PD jacket.

Late Nights Alone ( @bitchinsinclair ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You have a wet dream about Hopper and find out he's not actually home, and he walks in on you masturbating.

An Act of Nature ( @/boggiewrites) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You move back to Hawkins, luckily you hit it off with a friend of your stepbrothers. When Chief Hopper finally gets around to asking you out, what is it going to take for the two of you to find time alone?

Long Day, Longer Night ( @/boogiewrites ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

A long day turns into an even longer night after you find yourself alone with the Chief…yet again.

Not the Fun Kind of Daddy Issues ( @/boogiewrites ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Jim Hopper is your ex-husband. You both try to deal with divorce and trying to raise Jane together despite your differences. Will she end up bringing you back together, or tearing you apart?

Little Girl/Old Man ( @/bunnie24 ) | Jim Hopper x OFC (E)

After an all-too-adventurous day with Eleven and her friends, Chief Hopper and Eleven's new guardian get a little handsy with each other.

Halloween Prompt ( @chiefhopalong ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper gets bored at the Halloween party.

Pillow Fight Prompt ( @chiefhopalong) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Hopper tries to get out of his chores.

Kisses As A Distraction Prompt ( @damerondjarin ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

Cute and domestic Hopper and Reader.

Kisses on the Back Prompt ( @damerondjarin ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Hopper makes it up for you.

A Very Hopper Birthday ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

It’s the reader’s 21st birthday and while out with her friends, comes across her good friend Chief Hopper.

Baking for Bang ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Using the wiles available to you – namely your baking skills – you set out to slowly seduce the Chief of Police.

Bent Over A Desk ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

The reader thought Jim was interested, just taking his time to make a move. Turns out Jim didn’t know what was actually going on at all, until the reader explained it to him.

Chief, Who? ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

The reader is new to town and had a mildly awkward first encounter with the local chief of police. Then, come to find out, his car is the one she’s working on and he needs a ride home.

Clodhopper ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper gets drunk and horny…and hungry…

Like A Freight Train ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You listen to a little bit of bourban_neat and Hopper walks in on you enjoying your alone time.

Role Reversal ( @/davidharbovr) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

It started with you stood in the doorway to your bedroom, dressed only in one of his plaid shirts.

When It Goes Wrong, It Goes Right ( @/duchess_of_brighton ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Reader's plans for the Chief don't go exactly to plan, but it all works out in the end!

Mouthful ( @eleanor-gillespie ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You decide to wake Hopper up from his nap in the most devilish way possible.

The Outfit ( @eleanor-gillespie ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You work retail at the local JCPenney in the men’s section. You catch the Chief of Police flirting with a new look, so you help to boost his confidence.

Three Simple Rules ( @eyesfixedonthesun22 ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Jim Hopper is a fan of three simple rules in all aspects of his life. Easy to follow. Uncomplicated. That is…until he decides to break rule #3, with his secretary, on his desk.

Pursue ( @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

How far can you push Hopper before he loses control?

Showing Appreciation ( @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

A late night at the station with Jim takes an interesting turn.

The Main Course ( @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper gets stood up on his date, so you decide to make a move.

Christmas Miracle ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You know how to make all the hours of Christmas shopping worth it.

Cups ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Based on the prompt ‘Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party’.

Good Girl, Bad Woman ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You’ll get this round.

Grey Area ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Sometimes you just can’t wait.

Hawkin’s Police Station Christmas Party Prompt (@flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper’s not a fan of parties, but you know how to change that.

Late for a Date ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper shows up to Enzo’s late.

New Year’s Eve ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You can’t travel to see your family, so you invite your grumpy neighbor, Hopper, to come over.

Oh, Can’t You See? ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Snow Ball ‘84. You never used to like dances.

Pain in My Heart ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

It’s your senior year and your best friend, Jim Hopper, is still trying to get you to help him with his homework.

Reasons ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

The end of the world can, as expected, change a lot of things.

Roses and Flowers ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

Hopper picks you up after you and Joyce get drunk.

Staff Only ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You want some summer fun? You got it.

Sweetest Sorry ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper’s always been the best at making it up to you.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Hopper is just terrible at hiding presents. You and El don’t mind one bit.

These Arms of Mine ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Hopper knows how to make a terrible day better.

Roughin’ It ( @glitteringroseangel ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

When Hopper takes off the weekend, The Reader convinces him to go on a camping trip together to help clear his head.

Sneaky Chief ( @hawkins-hoe ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

A parent teacher conference with the handsome Chief of Hawkins leads to a sneaky dinner date.

Autumn Mornings ( @halfway-happyyy ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and Hopper wake up and get energized for the day.

Come Away With Me ( @halfway-happyyy ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Basically you had the misfortune of marrying one of Hawkins sleaziest men, but when Jim Hopper enters your life, you realize that everything really does happen for a reason, and every choice has a consequence.

A Way To A Man’s Heart ( @imamotherfuckingstar-lord ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Jim becomes insecure about the age gap between the two of you.

An Affair of Importance ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper makes a good argument.

Imagine: Riding Jim Hopper ( @/imagine-fandom-randoms) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You wake up the morning after drinking to reward Hopper for being such a gentleman.

Dinner for One, Dessert for Two ( @irrelevantwriter ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You make good on your promise to get Jim back, but you may have taken it a bit too far.

Feral ( @irrelevantwriter ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Jim was trapped in the Upside Down. He made it out and back to you. But all that time away without you means it’s only a matter of time before he snaps.

Hopper Can Have Nice Things, Too ( @irrelevantwriter ) | Jim Hopper x OFC (E)

A funhouse leads to some fun.

Noise Complaint ( @irrelevantwriter ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

The walls are too thin at the police station.

There’s More to Mornings Besides Coffee and Contemplation (@irrelevantwriter ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

It’s a special wake up call for our Chief of Police. One that doesn’t include coffee and contemplation.

Three’s Company ( @irrelevantwriter ) | Jim Hopper x You x Negan (E)

Your co-workers decide to pop in for a late-night visit.

I Need My Girl ( @joemhazzello ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

Hopper makes a confession.

Memories Made in the Coldest Winter ( @/kelbivdevoe ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

When your car dies during the first blizzard of the season, an unlikely savior appears in the form of Jim Hopper.

Honestly, Baby, Who’s Counting? ( @lostinmysticfalls ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You see Hopper again at the bar after you break up.

Morning After ( @lucifer-in-leather ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You deal with a hangover with the help of Hopper.

Dammit, Jim ( @manawhaat ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Jim’s late for your special night, but he’ll make it up to you.

Three in the Morning ( @mikahowl ) | Jim Hopper x OFC (E)

Reader’s back in Hawkins after graduating from college a couple months ago. As she searches for a more permanent job, she works part-time at the police station.

Tequila Sunrise ( @/MissFiction) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Jim Hopper encounters an office assistant he's been interested in at his favorite seedy bar and demands her attentions all to himself.

Green ( @/mrs_squirrel_chester ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You’ve had your eye on Hopper for a while now.

Good Morning, Chief ( @/orphan_account ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

The Chief can't sleep. Why don't you help him?

Cuffed Up Chief ( @/saltedtears ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

There are so many fics out there with Hopper in control but like.. What if there was one where the reader has him in cuffs and is just teasing the ever loving shit outta him?

Hard Work ( @/saltedtears ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You try to make Hopper feel better after a long day at work.

Slippery Hell ( @/saltedtears) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper tries to fit into the bathtub with you, but the tub is too small to fit you both.

Truck Stop ( @/saltedtears) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and Hopper get intimate in his truck.

Hop To It ( @sherrybaby14 ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper arrests you for protesting.

Make Me ( @s-h-e-w-r-i-t-e-s ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You’re Hawkins’ finest prosecutor, smart and resourceful, beautiful and cunning. With most of your time spent at the station, butting heads with the Chief of police, what happens when all that tension comes to a head?

Meet at Bar Prompt ( @steve-hairingtons ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and Jim meet at a bar while El is out of the cabin.

House Call ( @sweetfictionalworld ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper is called to stop a house party you’re hosting. You give him a hard time and he decide to teach you a lesson.

Let’s Make a Deal ( @the-charlee-monstah ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper agrees to do karaoke with you if you do something for him.

Next Contestant ( @the-charlee-monstah ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper defends your honor at a bar.

Lazy Sunday ( @/theolderdixonboy ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

Waking up with Hopper on a cold morning.

Sunday Stroll ( @/theolderdixonboy ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You enjoy taking walks in the morning by yourself, but when Jim Hopper starts to drive by and say good morning each day, you begin to truly look forward to them.

Holiday Hopper Smut ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper doesn’t like holiday parties.

Pregnancy Prompt ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

It’s after Halloween and you’re ready to give birth to this baby already.

Saturday Night Live Prompt ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You wanted Hopper to stay up with you to watch SNL, but he has other plans.

Argument Prompt ( @thirstyforhop ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and Hopper get into a heated argument, but your resolution strategies aren’t all that professional.

Bar Meeting Prompt ( @thirstyforhop ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper meets you at a bar and brings you back to his cabin for a night-cap.

Clean-Shaven Hopper Prompt ( @thirstyforhop ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper cleans up.

Jealousy Prompt ( @thirstyforhop ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper shows you off at the station, but you start flirting with the other officers to tease him. Hopper takes you home to show you who she belongs to.

In the Back of the Truck ( @thottybarnes ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and Jim Hopper have some fun in the back of his truck during the Snowball.

Behind Closed Doors ( @tricksters-captain ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you.

Guys My Age ( @tricksters-captain ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

The new boy takes an interest to you but guys your age just don’t do it for you anymore.

Cold Cuts ( @t-u-m-s ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and Hopper exchange Christmas gifts.

Sunshine ( @t-u-m-s ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

You have a pregnancy scare.

The Super Sweater ( @t-u-m-s ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper wears the sweater you made for him. When he comes home, the both of you try to watch a movie.

Home Is Where the Shitty Coffee Is ( @/underthenorthstar ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (T)

You’ve been tutoring Eleven for the year in between the Demogorgon and the Mind Flayer. You’ve managed to develop a massive crush on her surrogate father, Jim Hopper, in that time. One late night over cups of bad coffee, things finally come to a head.

Golden Thread ( @/verbo ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

It’s New Year’s Eve, 1982, and tonight you might actually have a chance to act on your long-standing crush on Chief Jim Hopper.

Jealous ( @/ writefasttalkevenfaster ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You make Hopper jealous at the Hawkins Police Station's Christmas party. He repays the favor.

Long Time Coming ( @xfandomwritingsx ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and Hopper finally give into each other.

MULTI-CHAPTER

For Your Age (@/acciosnapes) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

After graduation, you want one thing, and one thing only. And his name is Chief Jim Hopper. [Part Two]

Hungry Eyes ( @adkinsmayo ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You never thought older men were your type. Older men still weren’t really your type. Unless that older man happened to be Jim Hopper. [Part Two]

Looking for the Magic ( @alias-b ) | Jim Hopper x OFC (M)

Nothing ever happens in Hawkins. Jim Hopper told himself that when he was drawn back to his hometown after losing everything. Lucy Garland would disagree. The monsters here are just cleverly disguised in fine suits. [Full Series]

Before and After ( @/boogiewrites ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Dealing with the 1 year anniversary of her almost life-ending accident coming up soon, our main character not only has to deal with how this makes her feel, but also how it’s making Jim feel. [Full Series]

Don’t Call Her Annie ( @/boogiewrites ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Annette Horowitz is Joyce's younger sister. She hasn't been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she'd thought she'd finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself? [Full Series]

Some Legs Are Meant to Be Broken ( @/boogiewrites ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

When Hopper breaks both of his legs, and you’re the newest employee at the station, it means you get recruited to be his babysitter. Would he be as frustratingly difficult to deal with as you imagine? [Full Series]

I’d Really Love To See You Tonight ( @damerondjarin ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

You’re a librarian at Hawkins’ Library. Your day isn’t going well until none other than Chief Jim Hopper walks in. [Full Series]

Hoping For Hopper ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

The reader runs a bar in town and her favorite customer Hopper comes in for a drink. The evening takes an unpleasant turn when a former classmate comes in and stirs up trouble for the reader, making her doubt herself. Hopper steps in to help like the gentleman he is…n’t. [Part Two]

Homecoming ( @/duchess_of_brighton ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and Hopper first met when you were both in downward spirals, grieving and lost. For a while, you gave each other solace, but it didn't last. Two years later you return to Hawkins, hoping to make amends and walk away without regrets this time. [Full Series]

Midmorning Rush ( @flamehairedwritings ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Hopper loves surprising you. [Part Two]

Raspberry ( @irrelevantwriter ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Chief Jim Hopper intends to punish you. [Part Two]

See You Tomorrow ( @/teadum ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

While you’re staying with your sister Karen and her family you meet a certain police chief when he arrives to drop off his daughter. [Full Series]

The Boys In Blue ( @/MB234) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

Police Chief Jim Hopper was not a man who believed in impossible things. Was it really so impossible that a gorgeous woman half his age could want him? [Full Series]

Making It Up to You ( @/MissFiction ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (E)

You and everyone's favourite chief of police get it on in a public place. [Part Two]

Coffee & Infatuation ( @s-h-e-w-r-i-t-e-s ) | Jim Hopper x OFC (E)

Hawkins resident grump and messy Chief of police, Jim Hopper makes an unlikely friend on his quest for coffee. His tumultuous past keeps him from pursuing a relationship. But how long before his true feelings can no longer be ignored? [Full Series]

1981 ( @/wifona ) | Jim Hopper x OFC (M)

The year is 1981, 2 years since he's been home. Jim Hopper is still in the process of handling his divorce, dealing with the new day to day from becoming the chief of police and doing his best to settle back into the small town of Hawkins. But Hannah King is the bur in his side that makes it all seem like an impossible task. [Full Series] [Sequel: 1985]

Moonrise Radio ( @whirlybirbs ) | Jim Hopper x Reader (M)

You’re Hawkins High’s new science teacher, faculty advisor for the newly reinstated Hawkins AV Club, and crazy townie who overhears a Russian communication on a broken ham radio. Chief Jim Hopper is into it. [Full Series]

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Hairspray pt. 1

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x plus size! female reader

Warning: curse words, body-shaming, things get a lil steamy at the end

Specifics: comedy, angst, fluff, romance, chapter fic, race neutral reader, plus size reader, chubby reader, pictures

People: billy hargrove, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, heather, your dad, your mother, amber (bully, oc)

Words: 4,089

Summary: Based on Bell’s 2.5k Challenge, @acciosnapes. Being rich was tough. Your parents expected so much out of you; they expected you to be perfect. Owning practically all of Hawkins, Indiana; they perceived themselves to be above everyone else. Having that thinking made you alone, as you were not allowed to hang out with people beneath you. 4th of July of 1985 holds the fair for Independence day. You had feelings for a certain bad boy and if luck comes your way you may tell him the truth and who knows maybe he’ll even ask you to the fair. During those moments though, you will have to endure top secret evil science labs and experiments. You will uncover Hawkins secrets, make friends and who knows maybe break a couple of rules.

Authors Note: y/f/n = your father’s name

y/m/n = your mother’s name

this is the first part of the chapter fics hairpsray. this is for a challenge and i love this so much. i love writing confident plus size characters and readers. the aesthetic was made by me and the beginning to the end of this fic i got inspired by hairpsray 2007 by the start of the movie all the way to miss baltimore crabs number. i put an amber in here like the movie and some quotes and dialogue is taken from the movie hairspray, lets see if u guys can figure it out. anywho i love this hope u love it and im so happy i did this challenge there will be more so check out for this series and im excited to show u guys. yay!

The summer of 1985. It was hot and sticky outside. The cicadas singing as they made their way near you home. You were excited. You were going to, no matter who tried to stop you, get a job.

It very well likely might not have made sense to anyone. You were rich. Grew up with a golden spoon in your mouth. You never knew life to be hard. Every little thing was given to you, whether it be toys, dresses, makeup, you had it all. At least thats what your parents thought. Your father was basically equal with the Mayor. The two helped each other out with smart work and of course the dirty work. Y/f/n thought you didn’t know but you sniffed out the clues and put them together. You knew your father was no innocent man. He played his cards right to get this money, not earn it. And y/m/n, just followed your father around like a lost puppy. You could see the kindness in her sometimes but she always listened to your father.

What your parents didn’t know was you were searching for something more important. Something that meant a whole lot to you. Money didn’t matter. You didn’t want that life. You wanted to be independent and be able to make mistakes and live life. Your parents always disciplined you on peers. You were not allowed to be with low lives; people who weren't as successful as your family. But all the friends your parents wanted you to love were snobs and thought so highly of themselves. You wanted to get away from that life. Your whole life was planned out for you. You are forever and always this pretty, perfect sweet girl who follows rules even though sometimes you didn’t feel those things.

You woke up to the sun beating down on your face. You rolled around on your pastel pink king sized bed. Groaning, as you subconsciously hit your alarm clock but noticing you were awoken before its ring.

“Hmm, thats never happened before.”

You stretch as you jump out of bed to start your first day of work. You would never tell your parents. They would never understand and probably make excuses to stop you. You were going to try to get hired at Hawkins Community Pool. It was a risky decision based on your size. You were plus sized and adored it! You felt on top of the world most times and never cared what anyone thought. But there were times where you did get down from comments but you still pushed ahead and loved yourself. You were willing to give the lifeguard gig a chance and there was a plus side. Your crush Billy Hargrove was there. You just hoped you could entice him enough to give you a go.

You scrambled to your feet as you raced to your phone. You dialed your best friend Nancy’s number. You had to keep the relationship a secret. If your parents knew about your friendship they probably would flip. You knew about all the secrets of the kids and Hawkins lab. Nancy felt guilty not telling you so she spilled the beans about everything to you. About Eleven, the monsters, scientists. It sounded unreal but you knew Nancy would never lie to you.

“Hey Nance, are we still on for the mall today?” You asked, twirling the cable with your fingers.

On the other side you could hear Nancy struggling, “yep we’re still on. Sorry I’m running late to my first day of work.”

“Oh yeah its today. What are you gonna be doing again?”

Nancy made a yelp as the phone was muffled, “sorry I just slipped putting on my dress.” Just as Nancy said that you could hear Jonathan’s voice in the background.

“No way!” You squealed. “Did you sleep with Jonathan?”

Nancy giggled, “...sorta...kinda...yeah.”

“You naughty girl!”

“Whatever!”

“Tell him I said hi,” you said.

“Oh my god y/n, you’re unbelievable but I gotta go now.”

“Wait? Are you still coming with me to get my bathing suit?”

“Like I would miss this. Y/n’s first job and pretty much your first time being a independent young lady. Y/n, we’re definitely going to celebrate!” She hanged up the phone and you got dressed for the day.

You went to the living room and turned on the tv. “Good morning Hawkins, Indiana.” The news man and lady said as they raised their morning cup of coffee to the viewers.

You skipped around the kitchen finding something to eat. Humming a tune you couldn’t get out of your head as it was a song you made up.

“I love you Hawkins, and someday when I take to the world, the worlds gonna wake up see. Hawkins and me,” you sang as you were stopped by your father.

“Why are you so jumpy this morning?” He wore a scowl on his face.

You shrugged, “nothing in particular dad.” You kissed him on the cheek. Your mother walked in swatting your hand as you were about to make breakfast for yourself.

“The maids can get it honey,” she said as the maid ran in and got started in cooking you your favorite.

You rolled your eyes as you got your bag, “you know I think I’ll just eat on the road. I’ll pick up something on the side.”

“Honey, make sure its nothing greasy,” your mother said. “You have to try to back away from foods, remember.”

“You remind me everyday mother.” Your parents always pointed out the fact that you were bigger than most girls your age. They always tried to put you on diets and workouts but nothing worked. It didn’t work because you didn’t want it to work. You were totally fine with your body and wish they could see what you saw.

Finishing the rest of your corn dog from the food court you awaited on Nancy by the store. Checking your time you knew Nancy was supposed to be here.

“C’mon Nance, where are you?”

Finally she showed up from around the corner. Her hair all disheveled. It looks as if she was rushed.

“Hey there best friend...you okay?” You asked, hugging her as she came up.

She waved your question off. “It can wait. So what are you thinking of getting? Whats your vision?”

“Well,” you said as you entered into the tiny shop. Women of all sizes were there but you can see the look of disappointment on many of the bigger girls faces. There was barely anything there for them. You looked through the clearance for “Big Girls” it read on the sign. “since I have to make a good impression, I’m going to wear something sexy but also professional. I don’t want to look like no stripper.”

Nancy chuckled, “right. Also isn’t this swimsuit for only this time cause you have to wear their red one while you work there.”

“Correct. Like I said though I want them to see I am trying and I am not going to half-as* it.”

“How bout this one?” Nancy said as she brought out a blue one. It had sequins on it; very beautiful. But it was too sexual. The breast area was very much wide and open. The back showed too much butt. “What do you think about this?”

“Don’t get me wrong its super pretty but like I said; I need to look professional. Plus there’s gonna be kids there.”

“I gotcha. Sorry I maybe just want everyone to pass out when they see my friend.”

“Oh I bet everyone will, even if I don’t wear anything sexual. They’re probably gonna be like agghhh an earthquake when they see me walking in and I’ll respond like, you bet b*tch.”

Nancy laughed.

“How bout this one?” You pulled out a Hawaiian one. It was pretty but more for old ladies and it was boring.

“Okay yeah sure...for my nana!”

“Well how do you know me and your nana don’t have the same taste?”

“Look you need something more than that. Like you said, making a statement.”

You bit your lip, “man this harder than I thought. I’m kind scared to be honest about doing this. Like I think the last time I ever got this scared was when they announced the new coke.”

Nancy tried her hardest to hold back a giggle, “why are you scared?”

“Picture this, what if a stranger hands me a blunt and you know I’m curious by nature and I accept it? What in the world will Billy think? He’ll probably think I’m like a druggie 24/7!”

“First off, that is the oddest situation I’ve ever heard of. Second, is this your weird way of saying what if Billy doesn’t like you?”

“No I know he’ll like me sexually but I mean platonically. What if he doesn’t want to be like a normal couple and hang out? What if he’s ashamed to be with me? These are good questions.”

Nancy held your hand, “than he’s the jerk I always thought him to be and you’re too good for him.”

You nodded, “I mean I’m too good for him now but in that moment, if he’s a d*ck then I will be 10 times better than him. So any ways...how was work?”

Nancy rolled her eyes and looks down, “I kinda don’t want to talk about it.”

“What? What happened? Am I gonna have to slap a b*tch?” You became territorial and overprotective of your friend.

“No, no, no its just, the men at work sorta treat me like I’m dumb and that I’m not really of use to this type of work. I guess cause they see me as a woman they think they can take advantage of me. They make fun of myey/n. In front of everyone. Its bull sh*t.” Nancy almost looked as if she wanted to cry.

“Hey its okay. This is your first day. People are going to be jack as*es but you listen to me. Whenever any one has talked about me differently or made fun of me because of my weight or whatever I either laugh with them, ignore them, or say something smart back to them. There are ways that we women can stand up for ourselves without having to insult or hurt someone physically.”

“Its just easier said than done. But I’ve got a lead. A lady called me today about diseased rats. I think that maybe this is my chance to be a journalist like I’ve always wanted to be.”

You clapped her on the back, “atta girl. You take that chance. You take it right in your hand and never let it go. No matter what they tell, or do to you; you have the right, the power. Use it Nancy. Use your voice.”

Nancy smiled and picked out an orange swimsuit. You didn’t care if people called you an actual orange; all you saw was perfection.

“How bout this one y/n?”

“Thats the one Nancy. Its perfect!”

“Hey pancake y/n and Nancy drew,” Amber, your arch nemesis. The bully, the b*tch of the town walked up to you two. Her high heels clicked as they met with the floor. Her skirt was so short you could almost see her goodies from up high. Her makeup was too overdone and her blonde hair was as perfect as Tom Cruise’s abs. She snickered as she saw you hold up your swimsuit to pay. “And you’re gonna wear that? Where are you going? To the Hawkins pool?”

“Yes as a matter of fact I am. Thanks for you looking out for me...Amber.” You said as you walked right by her; nudging her lightly. “Now I don’t wanna get there late so if you excuse me-”

“Oh sorry, too skinny of a space?”

“Amber-” Nancy started but you waved a hand out to her.

“No its okay Nance. She’s right, it was too skinny for my delicious body.” You shrugged.

Amber motioned closer to you. Her foot stepping on yours. “Are you going to the pool to see Billy?”

You almost forgot. Rumor had it that Amber was going to try all Summer to get with Billy but so far you heard he was single and you sure as he*l were not going to miss the opportunity.

“Well I mean I will see him whether I want to or not. He kind works there.”

“I’m not talking about that fat-a*s. I’m saying are you doing all this. Wanting to work there just because he’s there?”

“Wow Amber! I didn’t realize you were my mother. Congratulations! Now shall I tell you about all my business?”

Amber snarled, “I swear to God if you try anything with Billy I will hunt you down. If you think for a moment that he would ever like someone like you? You are completely and utterly stupid. Know your place and be careful... you might stop traffic in that.” Amber chuckled as she walked away. Her butt swaying as she tried to show you she was better than you.

“Yeah well I have a better a*s than you!”

Nancy shook her head as she led you to the register, “C’mon y/n, lets just go.”

Did that little interaction ever stop you?

Never! You still went with your plan. Get this job in order to get your Billy. It was plain and simple. And also to prove to yourself and your parents that you can do things on your own and you didn’t need anyone.

Nancy dropped you off. You got changed in the bathroom and knew it just turned into Billy’s shift. You met with the other kids at the front desk. As they saw you they laughed. “Well, well, well if it isn’t y/n l/n, the rich girl. What can we do you for?”

As you were about to speak one of the boys put his hand up, “I’m sorry but we don’t have any gold bars here at the moment. Maybe you’ll have to ask the President of the United States.”

You glared at the boy and were silent. The boy thought he broke you and you acted very suspicious. Suddenly you laughed, “yeah well maybe I’ll go ask your dad since he seems to pay me every time I’m with him.” You of course knew it wasn’t true. You had never even slept with anyone before heck with his dad. It was all for games.

The others hollered out loudly at your come back and the boy stood back flushed.

“Now I want to work here and I think I deserve a resume. I see your sign that you are hiring so what do I have to do here folks?” You clapped your hands.

A girl named Heather walked by and heard your conversation. “Y/n, right?”

“Thats me.” You shook her hand.

“Awesome, yeah I remember your call. You wanted a job here?”

“Correct again.”

“Well around here we do things differently. In order to get the job we need to see your walk.”

“My what?”

“Your walk.” The other teens tried to stifle their laughter. “Thats the most important step. We need to see how you walk in order to get to your post.”

“Oh okay for a minute I thought you wanted me to walk on water or something.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “No. I need to see how you do and then we can talk and I can give you a resume.”

“Wait. You’re the one who conducts the interviews around here and stuff like that?”

Heather nodded. Lying.

“Cool so when do I start the walk?”

“Now!” Heather pushed you into the open.

“Oh okay,” you were shy at first but then conducted yourself. The sun shone on your skin deliciously making your skin glow. You looked at your surroundings. A lot of kids. A chubby kid running, which you knew was a no-no. The other side, near Billy was, “Mrs. Wheeler? What in the world is she doing looking at Billy like that?” You felt anger erupt within you. Yes, you were a little jealous. Even though their relationship was extremely wrong you still felt jealous. You proceeded to walk. Not caring if anything budged out, jiggled, nothing. You felt sexy, beautiful and that’s all that mattered.

You shook your hips as you walked up to the chair. You had talked to Billy before but never a full out conversation. It was little ones. Billy stood right by the chair, talking to Mrs. Wheeler. As you showed up Billy looked at you straight in the eye. You bit your lip winking at him. Billy then looked all over you, raising his brow. He licked his lips.

“Hi y/n,” he said all suave; putting his hand out to stop Mrs. Wheeler’s conversation, interrupting her.

“Hi Billy, hello Mrs. Wheeler.”

Mrs. Wheeler seemed angry so she sat back down in the sun.

“Well, well, well, what are you doing here?” Billy asked as he leaned against the lifeguard chair.

“Well I heard y’all were hiring. I saw in the newspaper that they’re making another lifeguard here, coinciding with the first one of course. Heard it gets hectic around here.”

Billy chewed on a toothpick as he came closer to you, smirking. His eyes seeming almost a sea green when it hit the sun. “Yeah it sure does get hectic around here, but I think with you around; things will get more hectic. Trust me.”

“Will it be by your doing?” You got closer as well. Playing his games.

“I don’t know, might be.”

“Got any more bigger girls like me around here?”

“No just the one and only you.”

“Oh so you were looking?” You didn’t mind that he called you bigger or when someone called you fat. It was the truth and you learned to love those words.

“Is that a bad thing?” Billy asked as his eyes scanned all over you once more. His eyes became lustful.

“No, I mean you might as well learn what a real woman looks like. I guess I’ll be making history around here. Y/n l/n, the first lifeguard that is really and surely a-”

“Whole lotta woman,” Billy said as his voice came out raspy and more of a moan.

Your knees were becoming weak. “Thats right.”

“Alright miss making history. Why do you want this job? Aren’t your parents rich? Doesn’t your dad work with the mayor?”

“Yep but I feel as a young lady, I need to learn and live.”

“Don’t worry you’ll learn all those things here; I’ll make sure I’ll teach you.” Billy said as he touched your arm, sending electricity coursing through your veins.

“So Billy Hargrove will be my lifeguard teacher, huh? Not bad. But...will you ever need to punish me?”

Billy looked shocked as you said that and laughed. He inched closer to you until his plump lips landed on your ear, “only when you’re being a bad girl.”

It took everything out of you not to moan right there. You coughed as you tried to act natural again. Billy got you good.

“Bashful much?”

“More like turned on,” you muttered not knowing Billy heard as he smiled wide. You turned around and walked straight back to Heather. Your a*s shaking a lot as you walked back making Billy almost have a heart attack. There was no way he was going to go through summer without you.

“So how’d I do?” You questioned Heather. Excited to hear the news.

“Well...it was okay.”

“Okay?”

“You weren’t supposed to talk to anyone yet.”

“Um, its a community pool. Everyone's talking.” You said.

“No we mean when you were talking to Billy. You see a lot of the girls here like him. And we can’t have you jeopardizing their chances and scaring Billy if you know what I mean.” Heather said as she winced.

Billy had wanted to hear the news about you working here and stood nearby; hearing the whole conversation.

Your eyes widened, “no I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean?”

“Its just with your rich parents and well your weight for another thing we feel as its just too much...stuff for this job requirement.”

“So you’re basically saying I’m too fat and rich for a small summer job?”

Heather tried not to laugh as the other kids in the office did. You rolled your eyes. “And all this walk and stuff, that was fake too I suppose.”

Heather couldn’t control herself. She bursted out laughing. “You’re totally right! And you fell for it!”

You tried your hardest not to let them get to you. Not to cry. But it was difficult. They embarrassed you, hurt your feelings, rejected you because of your weight and life. You felt like you could get nowhere with them.

You smiled, “thank you for your time guys.”

“Whatever!” Heather waved you off.

Billy on the other hand was furious. He knew what it mean to be treated differently and to be hurt. He wanted to stand up for you but he was scared he would lose his job.

You walked away and Billy walked up to Heather. “Hey, why do you have to be so cruel?”

“Says the guy who literally bullys everyone. What makes y/n any different?”

“Maybe its because she’s not a b*tch. Like some people are.” Billy walked away to get back to work but he could not for the life of him stop thinking about you. You clouded his brain all day.

You walked home. Thinking about all that was said to you today. You had high hopes of getting the job but now you didn’t know where to go. Crashing onto your bed you cried onto your pillow. Your mother was out shopping with a group of her rich friends and your father was helping the Mayor out with the 4th of July fair. They didn’t care how you felt that day. When someone hurt you. They only cared about themselves.

Your phone rang and it was Nancy. You sniffled your tears, wiping your face, “hello Nance. Whats up?”

“Hey y/n oh my god you’re not going to believe it! I got a lead on the rats! Me and Jonathan went to go check it out at Mrs. Driscoll. She showed us her basement and all the fertilizer bags had holes in them from the rats. She said that maybe they had rabies and wanted us to notify the public but y/n when I got a good look at these rats it was not like the norm.”

“What do you mean?” You sat up.

“What I mean is that these rats were like having a convulsion. They were acting really strange. Like crazy, I’m gonna investigate more tomorrow and then maybe just maybe the guys at my work will actually take me seriously.”

“You show them! But be careful okay, I don’t want you or Jonathan to loose your jobs. Pursue this story your way.”

“Thanks. Hey what about you? How did things go for your lifeguard summer adventure? And what about Billy? Oh my god did he see you that? He probably had such a big boner-”

“Nancy!” You started to cry again. “I didn’t get the job.”

“What the h*ll do you mean? Do I have to smack a b*tch?”

You chuckled lightly, “no its nothing like that or what I mean is theres nothing you can do. I went in and they pranked me and called me names and pretty much made fun of me saying that I couldn’t work there because I was rich and fat.”

“So? Who the h*ll cares? Jesus, I hate people.”

“Me too, but never you.” You sighed.

“You know what you do?”

“What Nancy? I tried everything-”

“You try again! Go tomorrow and wear their attire their red swimsuits and show them that you are not playing around. Make them see that you are the woman for the job. You are an amazing person y/n, show them and show Billy.”

You wiped your tears away and got the boost you needed. “You’re right Nance, thanks. I’m gonna keep trying until I have done all that I can.”

“Yeah and if not there is a new mall that you could work at and really anywhere. People would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Nancy. You always know how to make me feel better.” You hanged up the phone and got a good nights rest for the next day where you would try your hardest to achieve something you so badly wanted.

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All my lovely writer friends: I love your work. You are doing amazing.

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If I have forgotten one of you: I am deeply sorry and still love you very much. Its just a huge amount of writers I follow and sometimes its difficult to remember every name.

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kaetastic · 5 years

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Unspoken Member Of The Order

pairing: Charlie Weasley X Pureblood!Reader (Sirius Black X Pureblood!Reader, platonic)

summary: Stumbling into the house with a bloody and gruesome cut on your thigh, with little to no energy left in your body- who are you? And why has no one talked about you?

word count: 3.1k+

warning: Blood, Angst, Fluff

note: It’s just a rollercoaster ☺️ This is my writing submission for @acciosnapes ‘s writing challenge and I was very excited to do this as this being my first time doing such a thing.

The end was creeping in the corners of the dark dungeon, shadows of it making an appearance into the air. Agonizing pain rippled throughout her body, the drips of crimson blood stained the plain floor, painting its’ boring colours. Metal clicks echoed throughout the empty room. A breathless sigh left her lips at the relieving sound, her head thrown back to rest onto the cold concrete wall. They’re coming. They will. They promised. Useless assurance she told herself, eyes shut tight to insert a setting that will pull her out of the stabbing wounds; nothing can numb it. She tried her best, vast green fields with rainbow flowers, poking from the green land. But every time she would imagine figures to accompany her, the prodding pain pulled her into reality. It was as if it didn’t want her to leave it alone.

She breathed out, wincing silently at the throbbing thoughts. Her eyes fluttered open, hands curling at the sight. Rips of her pants displayed the scarlet red mess of her blood, the wound kissed onto her skin merciless; the depth caused her to breathe in- in an attempt to cope with the pain. The memory made her pant, she would rather die than have to do it all over again. Her hands brushed over the prominent lines, threads of the pain were like poking a needle. Instead, this time it would be billions at the same time. The remembrance to put pressure flew into her head. She winced, grinding onto her teeth, clenching her jaw as she pressed her hand onto her bleeding skin, eyes shut tight.

Pulling her hand away, she sucks air in as her eyes land to face the mess. The metallic scent meandered to enter her lungs, dark crimson smeared onto the palms of her hands as it cascaded down her arm; like melting wax. It soaked the tip of her sleeves, the cloth absorbing drizzles of blood. Patting her face with the back of her hand, she sighed at the bloody trail that smeared faintly. The punching stench of iron would be the first thing she would want to remove.

Abruptly, a muffled swirl yelled. Her head snapped to face the sudden interruption of her thoughts. A petite creature stumbled, hands flailing around to stabilize its’ body. A faint smile playing on her lips, relief engulfed her. The familiar short figure slapped her to realization, “Lolly?” Her ears quirked up, twirling back with a content grin plastered on her lips.

“Miss Y/N!” The house-elf whispered loudly when their eyes met, the genuine happiness that roared in her body was extinguished with pity when her eyes scanned the figure of her bloody member of the family she served. As the creature approached the whimpering body, she assured. “We need to get you out of here, Miss.” Hasty paced footsteps echoed bounced off the walls of the spacious room, the house-elf’s head snapped up to glanced at the only possible entrance, the iron-bar doors; she gulped. Y/N nodded, Lolly’s baby-like hands grasped hers that shivered- shaking, the warmth comforting her frail body. The banging on the metal door was the last thing she heard before they apparated; away to a safe place. Finally, was the only word that circled around Y/N’s head.

She stumbled, whimpering as she landed onto her back. A groan left her lips as the grass pricked her wounded skin. Panic simmered into Lolly, who frantically looked around- head whipping side to side, confused and panic. The tall-standing distorted house sparked a very obvious idea in her head. Apparating to the front of the door, she wasted no time to knock. After multiple rapping, a muffled voice on the other side of the door yelled, before it was pulled to an open. Rays of faint light glowed onto the figure of a man with untamed curly, black hair. The short conversation (which was more of a quick interrogation) between the two ended as his eyes pulled away, orbs landing on the bloody body of someone he held dearly close. His eyes widened, pacing without wasting a second- his boisterous footsteps and crunching of the dried leaves that smeared the ground in front of the house caught the attention of the people that were present in the confinement of the house. Heads of different heights were quick to poke out of the door.

Pushing the shorter bodies that stood in his way, gently; another figure appeared, “Y/N!” Following that was another head of a guy but all she could do was breathed in and out in steady paces, bleary-eyed. Placing his warm fingers on her neck, he winced at the coldness of her body; her body was lifted by two strong arms. Her head lolls- resting on his chest. A faint smile on her lips when the slightly noticeable scent sneaked into her lungs. Rays of light beamed to glow on her, gasps echoed as the crowd around her moved back to make space for the man to walk past. Shuffling of footsteps rubbed onto the wooden floor, heads poking to take a glance at the gruesome sight.

“Oh Dear!” Y/N grimaced, wincing at the screeching; she wanted to smile but the abrupt pressure on her leg encased her throat. “What happened?” She yelled, worry and concern laced her motherly voice.

Placing down her body onto a soft mattress gently, Sirius made sure to place her down like a piece of fragile glass; not wanting to harm her anymore than she has endured, he kneels beside the couch, his leg nudging the table that plotted too close, “Move this back.” Listening to the order with no complaints, loud screeching and deafening nudging of objects resounded through the living room; as Molly demanded more space for the injured. He breathed out, panicked and frantic.

Her lids closed and open softly; blinded by the bright lamp that rested beside her head, breathing ragged as her limbs felt it’s’ energy drain, “Wait… that lash,” Fluttering her eyes open, she tried her best to keep it open- her hands clenching to push the tiredness away. “It’s a dragons’.”

Whispers slithered through the room, audible gasps in surprise as they huddled around the injured body. Opening her dry mouth, she smacked her lips, licking the bottom of the cracked mouth. She croaked out, “H-hebridean Black... it was a Hebridean Black...” It took all of her energy to take a quick glimpse at the man who stood above her; soft dots of freckles smeared on his flushed cheeks, his ginger head like a fox’s fur.

“Well, let’s treat it immediately.” Another voice prodded, suggesting a piece of advice. And no one noticed her passing out.

Molly gave her instructions clearly and demanded the children to go to their rooms immediately. But of course, Harry protested stubbornly, persisting to stay, like the little person he is. With that, Hermione and Ron joined in, wanting to stay with their friend; followed by the twins. Leaving Ginny alone, and unfortunately for her, no one supported the idea of her staying in the room. The creaking sound of the wooden stairs grumbled as she made a clear step on each stair, making sure everyone can hear it. Charlie had already left the room after a short silence of contemplation.

Feeling as if it was right to stay silent, the kids zipped their mouth to a shut; waiting in the corner of a room, not wanting to be kicked out. Standing on their toes to watch as the adults worked, walking from one side to the other- lost in thoughts. Not wanting to proceed without a clear instruction from a supervisor- in case something went wrong; they owled the other members of the Order but the first one to make an appearance was Kingsley Shacklebolt; following him were the rest.

“We should owl healers,” Kingsley suggested, glancing at the wound that bared on her leg. “We don’t have the materials with us.” As soon as that slipped off his lips, Charlie ran back in- arm full of things, all piled into a peak. Some objects clashing with the ground. Dumping the stuff on the floor with a huff; he scanned the materials, grabbing the thing he was looking for.

“You know what to do right… Charles?” Tonks question halted the Weasley’s movements, he looked up to her and nodded. Gulping barely noticeable.

The procedure began, safe as Kingsley could only watch as a supervisor. Alastor commanded, narrowing his eyes towards the kids that made the room stuffy, “I think you all should leave.” And no one dared to protest for they scurried out of the room and ran up to their respected rooms.

AFTER FEW DAYS

Her eyes fluttered open, squinting it as soon as the light beamed into her orbs. Punching in her head made her groan, her hand quickly massaged the pain that resided in her head. The dryness in her throat burned with a tight squeeze. She let out a groan, glancing right and left- not knowing where she was. Plopping herself up with her elbows with all her energy, she scanned the room. It was clearly a bedroom.

“You’re awake! Scared us really, Kingsley wanted to send you to St. Mungos,” Her head snapped to face the owner of the voice to land her eyes on a familiar ginger-haired boy she rested her eyes before she passed out into a very rechargeable sleep. Her eyes widened, at his words. Leaning on the doorframe, he held a tray with an empty glass cup and a jug full of water, accompanying it was smaller vials of coloured (what she assumes was) potions. “Here, don’t want you to faint on us again.”

He chuckled, entering the room and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Passing her the cup, he poured some water in it. To which she grasped, fingers shivering and shaking. Charlie noticed this, holding the cup in front of her lips. She quirked her eyebrow at him, wanting to do it by herself. The rim of the glass brushed her lips, and she reluctantly opened her mouth, he tilted it slightly, his tongue poking out in concentration- the liquid flowing into her mouth. Gulping down the whole cup, she felt her throat warming and softening, “Thank you… H-how long was I out for?”

He hummed, looking up as he tapped his chin, “3 to 4 days, the dragon really beat you back there,” He chuckled, clearing his throat when he realized the joke didn’t come out the way he wanted. “The wound is still healing so no strenuous exercises.” Her eyes widened at the remembrance of the wound, glimpsing at the blanket-covered leg, she tugged the cloth away- her heart clenched at the sight.

The quilted blanket that warmed her now displaying her wrapped leg, blotches of crimson red blood stained the bandage, passing it to smear onto the blanket. A smile enlightened onto her face when she knew it was Molly who would sew this all together. She couldn’t wait to see everyone again; the months of isolation away from the group (who she would prefer to be with) had definitely changed her. But never who she was.

“Well, drink these and we can go down to see everyone,” He smiled softly as he placed the tray on the bedside table. Standing from the bed, he turned around to exit the room to give her privacy. Halting in his steps, he swirled around to face her. “Oh, Charlie by the way,”

She smiled and nodded as he left the room, she could see the side of his figure outside of the room. And so she gulped the vials of potions, she grimaced at the taste, pinching her nose to close so she couldn’t have to agonize the nasty taste. Charlie’s head peeked in to check her, he entered once he noticed the empty vials that were originally filled to the brim, “here, let me help- woah!”

Losing her balance, she tripped and closed her eyes for the impact to slap her and was luckily saved by an arm wrapping around her waist. Her eyes fluttered open, the moment lingered before they realized how close they really were, Charlie’s eyes widened at the close proximity; pulling her to her feet as a quick reflex.

His face flushed the shades of red, nearly matching his fiery hair, “I’m sorry–” Trying their best to not burst into laughter- failed, their awkward and embarrassed giggles filled the silent air.

Arriving at the living room with Y/Ns’ arm wrapped around Charlie’s neck, she tried her best to avoid whimpering. Everyone was too deep into the conversation, too focused to notice the person who had been the main talk of the house for several days now. Charlie coughed, trying to catch everyone’s attention, but no one noticed as Fred’s voice increased louder. He coughed again, Remus’s head whipped to face the interruption. Pulling away from the newspaper with furrowed eyebrows, Remus grinned- content and on top of the world when he saw the person he was worrying so much for lately.

“Y/N!” Remus yelled out, everyone snapped their head to face the brown-haired man. Everyone huddled around her, glaring question towards the girl who just woke up. She could only wear a smile as she scanned the faces, everyone was worried about her, although a twinge in her heart twitched when she didn’t find the face she wanted. What a fool she was to think they forgot about her.

Charlie who noticed her becoming uncomfortable and suffocated from the lack of space spoke up, “Guys, guys, she just woke up.” Listening obediently, everyone paced back, sitting back to their previous seats. Making space for the injured, they all squished together- making sure she had extra space to breathe. Ginny slapped Ron’s arm who pushed her to the edge of the seat, squeezing the life out of her. Their short petty agreement ended, not resolved, with a glare from Molly.

Biting down on her teeth, she clenched onto Charlie’s shoulder as he gently placed her down, making sure it was soft as possible- not wanting her to be hurt. He did his best to ignore the pain she was putting on his shoulder, and as soon as he plotted her down he huffed out, slamming his body next to her. Y/N laughed, slapping his chest at the exaggerated action.

Silence engulfed the group, glancing at one another with no topic in mind to talk about. It was awkward and everyone sighed out a breath of relief when Sirius entered the room. His voice bouncing into her ear, “Y/N!!” His boisterous laugh that she missed dearly caused her whole heart to lighten, his arms were quick to wrap around her. Which pulled away when she winced, painting his face was worry and concern. “Where have you been?” Resting his hands on the sides of her face, he pressed a soft kiss onto her lips, the corners of his lips curled up when he pulled back.

The whole room’s demeanour shifted, eyes glancing left and right as everyone froze from the sight. A heart clenched as only three smiles glowed through the room, the rest sitting uncomfortably at the sight. Sirius rested his forehead on hers, not letting her face go- their eyes shut as they embraced each other’s presence.

“Where have you been Sirius?” Arthur spoke up, breaking the crickets chirping silence.

“Hm?” Sirius pulled back from their smiling contest. Not bothered that everyone was staring at them. “Oh, I had something I had to clear, nothing big. Don’t worry,” He sent a faint smile towards the father, who smiled back- understanding. His present had definitely enlightened her mood, seeing Sirius after everything they went through together as very close friends had left an impact on her. She remembered the day his crimes were whispered from mouth to ears. Sirius would never do such a thing, he loved James. He would never.

Maybe this was a gift for her chivalry to volunteer to be the puppet for the Death Eaters. His happiness and his smiles meant everything to her. Ruffling her hair, Sirius smile widened; if that was possible, “I need to check on something, see you later.” He pressed a gentle kiss onto her forehead before walking out of the living room.

Conversations flowed normally, everyone chatting to one another- Y/N sat back as she watched everyone’s mouth open and close; not leaving anyone out of the talk. It felt warm, comfortable… it felt like home. She grinned at the joy that sparked in her, this is what takes over her thoughts whenever she needed a memory of happiness. It felt like before.

Even though it was warm with the fireplace and lovely with casual talks, she needed to go out; to breathe the fresh air she hadn’t been able to do for a very long time. Head craning up, her eyes shut tight as the rays of moonlight caressed her skin, gleaming onto the cuts that began to heal, painted onto her face. She pursed her lips into a thin line, heaving a sigh when the memory of receiving the displaying pain. Listening to the peaceful wildlife and chirping of the crickets- which was cut off by the clucking of the chickens that rested in their coop. Charlie gulped, biting his bottom lips in contemplation if he should ask the question, this could ruin everything. But he needed to ask it, or else it would be ingrained into his head; and it will never leave him until he asked her, get it out off him. While he twirled a piece of grass between his fingers his eyes did not bother to blink.

“So… you and Sirius…?” Finally, he managed to pull it out, his blood ran cold when answered by shuffling from the still-awake chickens, she hadn’t responded- head-snapping away from the field to face her. Anticipation climbed into his heart, secretly impatient for her to answer. And he was hoping to hear the reply he wanted, which was unlikely.

“Hm?” She peeled her eyes away from glittery stars, turning her head to face the Weasley who already had his eyes on her; waiting for her reaction. A flash of amusement played on her face when she had to play the words again, she always got the same question when she was still under the wings of Hogwarts; a student who somehow stumbled to accompany and stand beside the mischievous Marauders. “Oh, no, we are- we were engaged once… you know pureblood family and all. We’re close, Sirius and me.”

He nodded, comprehending what she was talking about. Even though inside he was screaming with a wave of relief- he froze, not moving a muscle; why was he relief? His eye widened, oh no, feelings.

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sugarrae20 · 4 years

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Masterlist of Masterlist

Just a masterlist of my favorite writers masterlist’s. Ill try to update this every month for anyone (other than me) that will find this useful.

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friday-ocean · 5 years

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Coffee With Sugar

Summary: An evening alone with Clint in the Avengers Tower promises to be especially quiet and cosy. If there wasn't a question burning on your tongue. Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Warnings: Dirty Talk, Smut (+18) Prompt: “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard Authors Note: Wrote for @acciosnapes Writing Challenge!

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10.43 p.m., Friday. One of those nights where nothing's going on TV. Nearly 1000 programs, Pay-Tv and all kinds of internet games, but no real interest in anything. Was it perhaps due to the variety of possibilities? Was the choice just too big? Never mind. It doesn't change the situation anyway, so why even think about it?

The warm scent of fresh coffee fills the modern kitchen with adjoining living room in the Avengers Tower. Despite the late hour, Clint and you had decided to have a cup of coffee. Even though they didn't think of sleep afterwards, the temptation was simply too great. You also wanted to take full advantage of the empty living room. How often have you had the opportunity? Tony and Bruce hadn't left their lab since last night, Sam, Steve and Bucky were on a mission and Natasha, just back from Russia, had been lying in the bathtub for hours warming up.

The coffee machine released a cloud of hot steam into the air and you take out the two large cups. "Sugar?" "Yes, darling?" "No. I don't mean that. Do you want sugar in your coffee? Clint turns his head so he can see you over the edge of the sofa, a mischievous grin on his face and laugh lines around his eyes: "Pour some sugar in it." You follow his wish and return to the sofa with the cups. "Hopefully you know I would have kicked your ass a long time ago if you weren't so incredibly sweet."

Thanksgiving Clint accepts the cup and takes a big sip: "Now you finally understand why I always want sugar in my coffee". Smiling, you lie back on the sofa, your head in Clint's lap. Cozy silence lies over you again, interrupted only by screaming or music from the TV. At some point you pick up your cell phone again while Clint keeps zapping through the channels. A blog entry in a women's magazine soon arouses your interest and you start reading. Not that you value the latest gossip or are always looking for new diet tips, but at least this promises to be more entertaining.

"What do you actually want to do again during sex?” Clint almost spat the sip of hot coffee out again, so surprised is he by your suddenly delicate question. Coughing, he tries to answer you: "What makes you think that?" You hold your cell phone up and Clint takes it out of your little fingers. Curiously he reads the first few lines: "Betrayed! That's what men really want in bed - but they don't dare to ask for it!"

Without asking you, Clint drops your phone on the other side of the sofa, far enough away from you. "Don't believe everything you read on the Internet." His eyes are on the TV again, a man in a bright suit tries to sell 'the best vacuum cleaner ever'. You raise your eyes, but from your lying position you see only Clint's chin and Adam's apple. "I don't believe anything on the internet. But you can talk about it! So, what do you want to do in bed - or maybe somewhere else?" You wiggle your eyebrows, your look mischievous.

Clint clears his throat that his Adam's apple is starting to hop. A slight blush forms on his cheeks, which you can only guess. Has Clint always been so shy? "You really don't want to talk to me about it, do you?" You pull your eyebrows together and don't let Clint's chin out of your sight. He had put his arm on your belly, his hand stroking along your side. "Why are you so eager to question me? Why don't you say what you want?

"All right, if you want," you put your hand on his arm, squeeze a little. Finally, Clint looks at you and you smile at him cheekily. Clint would never admit it, but that smile had thrown him right out of his shoes the first time. Of course, you're clever, funny, athletic, brave and funny too, the full dream girl package, but that smile is so unique and challenging that he'd fall right out of his shoes - if he had any on. "I want sex in the shower, or in the bathtub. I don't mind in Tony's whirlpool or under a lawn sprinkler down in the garden. Somewhere where we really get wet." "That's all?" You can clearly hear Clint's amazement in his voice and twist your eyes. "What does 'everything' mean here? It's about what we would like to do. And in a relationship like ours we should be able to talk about it - and it doesn't matter how strange or wacky our wishes are." When you admitted that you were in a relationship, Clint's stomach made a daredevil somersault. He almost had the worry that you would even feel it.

Clint thinks about his next words carefully: "I thought it was great when you sat on me a few weeks ago... and then you moved so much... up and down...", the last part of the sentence you almost didn't understand, Clint's voice became so quiet. "Well, look. If you hadn't said that now, I wouldn't have done it again. You were so quiet afterwards that I was already worried that I didn't like it! Clint snorts and pours his head: "I liked it so much that I just didn't have any air to tell you afterwards. And not enough blood in my big brain to make it clear."

A big grin scurries across your face. The memory of that night is still truly fresh. Soon you will surely take advantage of his confession. "If I can ride you like that again, I want to try it in the other direction." "You mean that I look at your ass?", at this performance Clint's eyes become very big. "Don't you want that," you sit up and look at him, surprised.

"Yes! I absolutely want that!” Gently Clint puts his long arms around your waist, pulls you onto his lap that your legs are left and right of his. "I love to see your ass, to stroke it, to knead it. If you knew what I wanted to do with your sweet ass..." You get even closer to him, your nose tips touch - finally you have him where you wanted him to be. "Then just tell me what you want to do with my sweet ass...", you purr against Clint's lips.

Below you feel Clint's muscles tense, his best friend pressing against your center. His hands glide lower from your waist, his fingers wander behind the cuff of your panties. "I want...", Clint's voice breaks away, his eyes scurrying wildly over your face. Behind his big pupils you can see what he wants to do with you. You put your arms around his neck, you scratch his neck. "Tell me..." you breathe and circle your hips over his penis in his sweatpants.

Clint gasps and squeezes his eyes tightly. You will still be responsible for his early death... "I want..." he starts again, sliding his hands deeper into your pants. His rough palms of his hands are stroking your soft buttocks and you shudder. His hands stroke so low that the waistband of your pants slides over your buttocks. He pulls your yoga pants and panties lower so that your bottom is free. It takes some acrobatic skill and you sit naked back on Clint's lap, your legs at his side again. Your spread legs allow Clint to see your pussy. His smile gets even wider, little wrinkles form around his pretty mouth.

You press your middle again on Clint’s covered penis to draw his attention back to you. "Answer me. Then maybe I'll allow you to touch my pussy," you say decisively. Clint rumbles and grabs you again, his fingers squeezing into your soft buttocks - his gaze piercing yours, his jaw tense. "I want... your sweet ass in the air. Your cheeks all red, from my blows..."

Heat rises in you and you are sure that a wet stain has formed on Clint's sweatpants. You already want to interrupt him and push his reward towards him, but Clint's grip becomes even tighter. In the morning you will surely find bruises on your cheeks. "You'll be all wet. So wet that your pussy drips. You'll beg me to stuff my hard penis into you." Whimpering you cling to Clint's neck. Again, you let your hip circle, demand friction against your clitoris. The tension in you becomes stronger and stronger.

"You have to beg - earn my cock. I will not be considerate. I push into you. Over and over again. So deep. You will moan, whine, beg. But I won't care." Clint's voice is nothing more than a deep rumble. His abdominal and leg muscles tremble with tension. His prick is hard under you and presses painfully against your middle, a big wet patch has formed on his jogging pants. "Your buttocks will tremble and shake. Still quite red from my blows. And then... With another deep blow I come into you - hot and as deep as never before in your life..."

The tension in you dissolves explosively in you - your muscles cramp together painfully before they slacken completely. Panting and moaning, you fall limply against Clint's body. Your juices stick to your labia, to the inside of your legs and the stain on Clint's pants is huge. His hands gently stroke your maltreated skin. Exhausted you try to wrestle for breath.

"If we're gonna be so open with each other..." Clint puts his forehead to yours, his voice is rough and breathless. "I don't like sugar in my coffee at all!“

~ Fin ~

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