#chief hopper x fluff

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PLAYING DANGEROUS. + JIM HOPPER

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synopsis. you would claim that the trauma of caring for your siblings and witnessing your mother struggle to put food on the table each day did not have a significant impact on you, but in truth, you had major fucking daddy issues.

pairing. jim hopper x reader

word count. 4.4k

genre and warnings. 18+, Byers!reader, afab reader, no plot just porn, literally just shameless smut, soft dom!hopper, back dimples, body worship, age difference(reader is 20 hopper is in his 40s), size kink, discreet sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, rough sex, choking, dad!hopper, manhandling, doggy, praise kink | - feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 💙 4.4k w.c.

Hearing the knock at the front door, you sigh with your head leaning down and eyes clenched shut, your fingers knotting in your hair to rinse out the rest of the shampoo, hoping that the shower water wouldn't spray cold water on you again. 

Another knock echoed throughout the Byers family home, a groan erupting from your throat. "Will, can you get the door?" you shout.

Nothing but silence had descended throughout the halls.

Remembering shortly after that your little brother Will had asked you for permission to biking over to Mike’s house not too long ago, and Jonathan was out taking a weekend shift at work, something that you had to be shush-shush about to your mother Joyce. The woman who was always busy working.

Shivering as you had no choice but to step out onto the tiles, reaching down to twist the knob and turn off the shower, and drape a towel under your shoulders, your wet feet and hair trailing along the carpet as you quickly stomped to your bedroom.

Yanking on a shirt that was a bit too big, no doubt the one that you had stolen from Jonathan's closet, paired with cotton shorts that almost draped over your knees. 

Another one of your brother's hand-me-downs that you found comfort in. Changing into the clothes in record time, as the knocking seemed to only get louder and more impatient.

Whoever was behind the door had a heavy arm and knew that at least someone was home, probably from your parked car in the driveway.

While lazily twisting your hair up into a ponytail to keep it from trailing water against your neck. You used another shirt to twist your hair into as you rushed towards the door, using your free hand to turn the knob and yank open the door, interpreting another harsh knock.

"Uncle Hop?" As you squint your eyes, enough to make out the lean, muscular man that stood stiffly in uniform in your doorway. Your hand masked your eyes from the sunlight as you gave the familiar face a gentle smile in greeting despite the gruff resting scowl that you had grown accustomed to on Hopper's face, you gave the familiar older man a gentle smile in greeting.

Hopper begins to look around the house before peering down at you, expecting your mother to be there instead of her only daughter. His gaze was dark, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Where’s your mom?" Your eyes squint as you lean against the edge of the door, one of your legs hooking over the other, shrugging your shoulders in response.

He looked intimidating with the shade of his hat covering the dark of his hair, his stare never seeming to soften paired with his rough, rumbling deep voice. 

You knew Hopper as your mother’s high school boyfriend, much to her dismay, of course.

Ever since the whole upside, your little brother getting lost in the upside-down and you having to team up with a ragtag group of kids, it had seemed like Hopper had more of an importance in your life. Of course, from saving your family's lives, you all welcomed him with open arms.

He had a foot and some inches on you, not that you cared much. Most of Will’s lame friends were already inching up to your height despite almost being the legal age to drink. You just felt silly standing close to the grown 42-year-old man as you were a 20-year-old woman having to look up to talk to him.

His eyes roll in annoyance, and he grunts something under his breath, taking a drag from his cigarette before pulling it away from his lips and stomping it out with the heel of his boot. 

"You shouldn’t be home by yourself, so don’t just open the door without checking who’s there first," Hopper grumbled, and there it was, the constant fatherly bickering, the type that would often come from his mouth where you could only stand stock still with your lips flattened and nodding your head to every sentence just to get out of the sudden lecture. 

You swore that Hopper would always be the one to scowl at you for something, even more than your own mother did.

"It's fine, dude—" You wave your hand in the air. He doesn't look angry, just discontent as his eyes narrow down on your face. 

You didn't want to attempt the slight shiver that rolled down your spine, guilty of the small crush you had on your mom's kinda-sort-of-boyfriend. 

Ready to defend yourself from one of Hopper’s rambling strings of paranoia, you nor anyone else gave him much slack for it since everything that had gone down. If anything, they were more comfortable with the police officer always worrying about something than not caring at all. 

Not caring just wasn't in Hopper’s nature.

"Dude," he mocked in a pitched tone, "it's not, and I need you to watch Jane tonight again. I gotta go do something out of town." You weren't shocked at the request. Being the oldest sibling from Will’s group of friends, you were also the most stably trustworthy.

The first time that you agreed to babysit Jane, your mother begged you the same day after her boss stuck her on the closing shift. The same day, she had arranged with Hopper to bring Jane over for the night while he had to drive to the next town to collect files for the police department. 

It wasn't much of a big deal to you, and it seemed like you were the only one that thought so, as Hopper made the drive to the cabin the most nerve-wracking 30-minute drive you've ever been on. 

You were so overwhelmed by the number of rules and routines he had for his preteen daughter that you were almost concerned about how much he would hover over her because of her supernatural powers. 

You played it cool, letting the girl do whatever she wanted in a controlled manner, which was mostly talking about Mike and asking you for romance advice until she fell asleep in your lap with your nails combing through her hair. It was the easiest 30 bucks you had earned in your life. 

On those days when Hopper would need you to stay longer, he would drop you off at the cabin at night and you would spend the time trying to occupy yourself with the old TV and trying not to notice too much the fact that you were in a cabin in the middle of the woods, finding a routine that worked more peacefully for you both.

Waiting for the morning, you would wake Jane up with a plate of waffles sitting on her bed, as you two would eat together and watch whatever was on TV and chat, using the rest of the day to maybe tidy up the beer cans Hopper would leave or try to clean out the harsh stench of cigarettes and old wood.

You hated doing chores at home, but at Hopper’s, you didn't really have anything else to do but clean until his truck came from down the road ready to take you back home. 

That morning, all you did was grab a pair of sneakers from your room and an extra blanket from the living room sofa to wrap yourself in since the cabin had poor heating. You hopped into the passenger side of Hopper’s truck, being used to sitting in the police car.

The moment you had made it to the cabin, you greeted Jane and called into Joyce’s work, letting her know that you wouldn't be home tonight. 

Once you had given the whole run down, you hung up the phone with an I love you and devoted all of your attention to the short-haired girl that sat with her arms crossed on the couch. Jane was just blankly staring at you, probably a little taken back by your bold fashion choice. You tilted your head at the young girl.

"You have…boobs." Jane finally spoke, her eyes squinting hard at the curved outline of your braless breast from the oversized shirt you had worn.

You glance down, pitching the shirt out, just realizing that you had forgotten to put on a bra in your rush to put on clothes. Wearing what you would normally wear as pajamas in the comfort of your own home, the main problem being that you weren't in the comfort of your home.

"Uh, yeah, guess I do. Thanks for reminding me." Nodding at the awkward comment, Jane seemed to glance at her own chest before crossing her arms tighter in thought.

"Alright, how about we do something interesting today instead of sitting around." The suggestion made Jane's face light up in excitement.

"Can we play hide and seek outside?" You already knew the answer to the question by knowing that Hopper even knew that you stepped foot outside. He would have a fit and probably find ways to ground you both.

"As much as I would love to, Hopper would kill us both. How about…we watch a movie?" You asked, glancing at the orange and pink sunset from the cabin's window.

Jane was quick to agree only on the terms that she would have the first pick on the movie and that you would let her eat just a few pieces of candy.

You had grown to adapt to the rustic environment of the cabin, being smart enough to gift hand-me-downs to Jane from your own childhood, from clothes to movie tapes, making it a routine to only watch rom-coms together.

It was a sweet moment that you had shared all the way until you both fell asleep, cuddled into each other's arms on the big armchair that was usually occupied by a man bigger than the two of you put together.

It was much later that Hopper's heavy footsteps could be heard from outside the cabin, the front door creaking open as he exhaled in the comforts of his home. 

Shedding his coat and kicking off his boots, draping his coat over the top of the couch, still not noticing the two sleeping girls in his armchair as he turned to yank the window curtains closed.

"Hey brats, I'm back." His voice only causes you to stir in your sleep, not wake up. You had brought from home a blanket to snuggle your chin into. 

Hopper’s attention finally snapped to the two of you slumbering in his chair. His mind only took seconds to progress the situation as he bit his lip to keep from making any more noise, humming in a pleasant acknowledgment to the calm silence that had filled the cabin.

"My bad." he apologized to no one in particular, shuffling to the small kitchen, impressed with the cleaned dishes that sat beside the sink. As he directed his stall stature towards the fridge using his foot to open the door and squatting down to pull out a well-deserved canned beer. 

Popping the top open and taking a long swig, a relaxed sigh parted from his lips the moment he had swallowed the cold liquid.

Hooper took notice of the thin blanket you two were wrapped up in, dad mode kicking in as he was afraid that you two might catch a cold in the cold living room. 

Carefully untangling Jane from your lap and into his arms, walking the girl to her own bedroom and tucking her under the thick blankets, careful not to disturb her too much from her sleep. His next target was you.

Finding you had only curled up into your blanket from the loss of heat, Hopper had debated whether to wake you up and drive you back home to sleep in your comfortable bed. 

His final decision was to just move you to the pullout couch and layer you in blankets in hopes that you didn't get sick, but mostly because he knew there was enough space for the both of you to sleep on the huge pullout couch.

After pulling out all the cushions and setting up the pullout couch, Hopper turns to you, grabbing the bend of your knee and hooking his muscular arm under your shoulders. 

He heaves you up into his arms, almost as if you had not weighed anything, gently setting you down onto the sheets of the bed. 

As he went to grab extra blankets from the storage cabinet, you shifted in your sleep, nuzzling your face into the surface of the mattress turning to lay on your stomach as your shirt had hiked up unknowingly, exposing a peek of your skin from your back. returning with a clutch full of blankets and pillows,

Hopper's eyes can’t help but peek at the dimples peeking from the lowered waistband of your shorts, a deep exhale coming from his nose. As he clenched his eyes shut hard, mentally scowling at himself for even looking at you that way. 

You were 20 years younger than him, let alone the daughter of the woman he had confusing feelings for. Hopper's head was a mess. His hand reached to pinch the bridge of his nose to clear his mind from the lewd thoughts. He settled a blanket around you. 

He put a pillow by the side of your head before making himself comfortable on the opposite side of the mattress. Making sure the distance between the two of you was marked by a pillow as he wrapped himself in his own blanket, listening to the sound of your soft breathing to help him fall asleep. 

Hopper was jerked awake a few hours later. The moon was still out as the only thing that had lit the cabin was the hum of static coming from the TV.

Hopper, groaning half asleep, had only taken a few minutes to notice that you had moved from your original position across the mattress closer to him in your sleep. You had passed the pillow barrier he had placed between you two and cuddled into his side.

You even got tucked under the same blanket as him, his mind too tired to fully comprehend that it was you he had cuddled in his arms. Hopper draped his arms around you, pulling you in closer to his broad chest, his eyes fluttering closed once more as he nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck.

That exchange was innocently cute until it wasn't.

Your backside was pushing up against his groin area, wanting to hug on as much heat as you possibly could in your sleep. Hopper quickly reacted, despite his mind not being active. 

His hips rolled against the back of your thigh from the sudden friction; his hold tightened around you as he pulled you even closer, tucking you into his arms.

It was a tiring exchange of Hopper rutting his jeaned cock into the curve of your plump ass, your gym shorts riding up little by little, his breath picking up just as you had your eyes opened. You didn't know what to think. 

You were suddenly awake, wrapped in a man's arms, feeling the jean material of his erection grind harshly against your skin. It was more than just confusion. 

"Hop?" You mumble tiredly, struggling around his grasp to turn on your side. You sit up the moment he halts to continue grinding into your thigh. "Hop." You whisper once more, shaking his shoulder and tucking your thighs against your chest. 

You can feel your heart beating against your chest. Your face flushed at the heated feeling between your legs, your thoughts not having enough time to head south as Hopper flinched awake.

"Shit Y/N, I’m so sorry I don't know what—" He had already retreated away before he could fully awake. You stopped Hopper from scooting away, your fingers pressing into the flesh of his bicep muscle.

"No please, please stay. It’s okay." Your voice fell into an alluring whisper, your feet already freezing from exiting the cold of the blanket. 

Hopper’s eyes were blank as they glanced, almost like his entire body had to freeze just to piece together what you were implying. His head was shaking as you took action, tucking yourself back into the blanket and reaching to crawl back into his arms.

"No, we can’t, we can’t." He was raking his mind for any morally sane excuse to not fuck you right now, just as he was about to try to convince you that the feeling of your hand rubbing against his dick made him forget what he was about to say. 

His mouth gaped open as he groaned at the unexpected contact, your mouth latching onto his lips to muffle the deep groan that had erupted from his throat.

"Jane’s sleeping, you gotta be quiet." is the one thing to ground him. Hopper leans into the kiss, almost like your lips were laced with sweet poison, you tasted so sweet.

Your mouth tasted like the candy you had eaten earlier, as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Hopper wanted to taste more as he took control, moving to lie on top of you with his elbows supporting him from putting too much weight on you as you unzipped his jeans and slipped out of your shorts.

Parting away from the kiss with a low gasp, leaning back to pull off his jeans, it gave Hopper enough time to glance at Jane’s bedroom door and then back at you, almost losing his breath from the sight.

Your limbs are all spread out just for him. Your shirt hiked up past your belly button, showing off the dark purple underwear. 

Your hair was spread on top of the pillow, and your eyes were dark with neediness. He would see the traces of your nipples budding against the cloth material of the shirt. 

From the way his heart was hammering against his chest, he felt like you were going to be the death of him, wetting his lips as he leaned down to capture your lips once more. 

His cold fingers trailed cautiously from your stomach before fondling your breasts. Luring a moan from your throat, feeling his cold, rough fingers tease the peek of your nipples from beneath your shirt.

"We shouldn't do this." His knee threaded between your thighs, his entire chest swallowing your small figure compared to his.

"Don't stop, please." Your voice was soft, hinting toward still being a little tired in the back of your mind. Hopper was amazed by how desperate you were just for him.

It was like you were trying to give the poor guy a heart attack when you yanked your shirt over your head, exposing your naked breast to him.

Hopper couldn't quite understand if he was just having some sort of weird dream, but whatever was happening, he knew he was going to make the most of it, not caring what would unfold next as his cock had grown almost painfully hard, straining against his briefs.

He had to have you. Moving to lie on his side, he placed her arm over the hook of your knee, setting it over his thigh to spread your legs.

You parted your thighs as far apart as they could, your hips shamelessly bucking against nothing, the sensation of his hand brushing down your belly and over the damp cotton that had covered your clit, his finger bending to hook the material and move it aside.

His mushroom tip brushed along your entrance, wetting himself in a thin wet layer of your arousal.

The moment he had adjusted himself to push just the head of his cock inside, coaxing a drawn-out moan from the bottom of your throat.

"Oh god, you feel so fucking good," Hopper grunted from the nape of your neck, his body shivering as you were already clenching around just the tip of his length, not used to his wide girth.

Hopper reached his hand from behind, his big hands covering the entire bottom half of your face, muffling your whimpers as he slowly pushed his entire length inside of you.

"You look so perfect like this." He praised you. Hopper tried to be as patient as he could as his hand fisted around the pillow under your head, feeling your squirm as you tried to get used to his dick bullying the inside of you.

The thrust was unbearable from both sides, the size of him feeling like you were about to split into two and the feeling of your small cunt choking to take his entire cock inside of you.

His pace started slow, listening to your breath pick up with every thrust. Every time he would fill you up with the new sensation of being completely full, making you feel so light-headed your eyes roll to the back of your head as Hopper trails wet kisses down the curve of your shoulder.

"My dick isn’t that big, pretty girl. I know you can take it." The feeling of his breath fanning against the back of your neck, his hand moving down from your face to wrap firmly around your neck, you were careful with your volume. The fear of waking the child in the other room was still in the back of your mind despite being fucked stupid.

"Lay on your stomach." Before you could even fully process the request, Hopper was already using the palm of his hand to push your shoulder fully into the mattress, his hands grabbing onto the curve of your hips, arching your ass into the air while using his hairy thighs to spread yours apart.

"Atta fucking girl." Hopper cursed, as his pace picked up, his hips snapping into you with more force. Your voice was tired and broken from mindless rambling and begging.

"Saying so much and so little at the same time, you're so adorable." Hopper teased The second your hips flexed from your first orgasm, whimpering his name under your breath as he continued to fuck you through it, his pace not stuttering as he fucked you with no signs of mercy.

The sounds of the old mattress springs gave in under every thrust, along with the occasional grunt that would slip past your lips.

Your teeth bit into your pillow to keep yourself silent as his cock plunged deep inside of you with every thrust, your warm insides urging him deeper with every twitch and clench.

Your eyes prickled with tears at the overwhelming need building in the pit of your stomach. "That's it. Take it just like that." and that you did. His hands fit perfectly around the lower part of your torso, guiding your hips.

You loved the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, how his hairy chest felt resting against the smooth skin of your back as he coaxed another orgasm from your tired, sweaty body.

You twitched under him as he became irritated by your fidgeting, pinning your hands behind your back and angling your ass in the air, the clear sound of his balls slapping against your skin echoing along with the bed springs you were being fucked against.

"You like it when I ruin you like this?" You could feel his hand squeezing around your breast, the other rubbing rough circles into your clit with the jagged skin of his thumb.

"Oh god, yes, yes." You horsley cooed.

Hopper couldn't recall the last time he felt anything so hot and tight around his dick. His mind was in a trance, watching as your ass rippled like jelly against the snap of his hips with each thrust. He hadn't seen anyone bend so attractively in this position in a long time.

It took one hook under the bend of your knee to turn you over to lie on your back, used to your limbs being so easily controlled by him, as Hopper was quick to bury himself back inside of you.

Your hips twitched up at him as he grabbed your thighs and hugged them both to his chest, lifting your ankles over his shoulders as he leaned down, using his forearms to not crush you with all of your weight. Your body wasn’t flexible, but it was definitely adaptable.

The feeling of his breath fanning against your face threw you over the edge, losing count of how many times you had come undone, your body having a mind of its own that Hopper had control over.

Hopper rolled his hips against yours, his chest reaching deeper than ever, much out of your control. Your mouth, having a mind of its own, was not able to help the string of broken mumbling nonsense that moaned from your lips.

Hopper just couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of ruining you. 

He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't bother to restrain himself any longer, surging down and capturing your lips with his mouth, your pathetic whines muffled down his throat. 

Moreover, your weak whines filled the small room along with the wet sound of Hopper pistoning inside of you. 

An abrupt sound, making your heart shake a beat, too tired to move any faster than Hopper did. The man covers your body with a blanket before wrapping himself in another and settling in next to you.

Next was the slow creak of Jane’s bedroom door, the short-haired girl peeking from it tiredly, her hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she glanced around the room half asleep. 

"Hey kiddo, are you okay?" Hopper asked, trying to mask his breathless tone as well as using a pillow to cover up his still hard erection. Jane only peered at the man before taking a glance at you.

Unbeknownst to the man that sat next to you, Jane could see that you were asleep with just the top of your head poking from the blanket.

"I thought I heard something. Wanted to check on Y/N." she mumbled, still holding onto the doorknob. Hopper finally took notice of your sleeping state, an exhale of disappointment passing through his nose before giving a small smile at Jane.

"She's fine, kid. Why didn't you go back to bed?" Jane was too tired to object. The young girl followed the order. She shut her door and crawled back into the comfort of her bed as Hopper tried to make himself comfortable lying on his back.

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Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone (Part 1)

Pairing: Jim Hopper x fem!reader, Hopper POV

Summary: Reader is a secretary at the Hawkin's Sheriff's Department and Jim Hopper drives her to and from work everyday. Hopper gets worried when reader does not come out of her home, and when he finds out she is sick, he decides to take care of her. Set before the events of Season One of Stranger Things

Tropes: Jim Hopper x sick reader, mutual pining, angst, fluff, grump x sunshine, age gap (reader is fresh out of college).

Warnings: No Smut, mostly fluff, self-deprecating talk, indecisiveness, maybe some occasional cursing, Hopper is a little OOC, maybe one or two references to sex, but not explicit and only if you squint.

Word Count: 4.8k (I'm so sorry- but not really because it's great)

There is a minimal use of (y/n). Any references to the reader besides the (y/n) is done using "your" or "you."

Internal monologue is in italics.

Honestly this is my first fanfiction ever, it's kinda self-indulgent, I tried to proofread the best I could, but please BE GENTLE. If you don't like, don't read, if you do like it, you're my favorite.

ENJOY!

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Hopper's truck idles in your driveway behind the ancient sea-foam green station wagon, and has been idling for the past 10 minutes. He is starting to get worried. You always come out to his car immediately when he pulls in the driveway. Probably, he suspects, because you don’t want to keep him waiting, but what you don’t  know is that he would be willing to wait forever just to see you.

Hopper taps his fingers on the steering wheel while inhaling smoke from the cigarette perched between his lips as worry pricks at his chest.

Where is she? Hopper thinks to himself.

His eyes skate over the windows and peeling white sills  of the modest home looking for signs of forced entry, but the house looks relatively quiet. He can’t decide if that is worse.

All of a sudden a frizzy haired, freckled girl wearing a nurse's uniform comes tearing out of the house with a large colorful bag thrown over her shoulder. She rips open the door of the station wagon in the driveway, but then raises her gaze to glare at Hopper's car, before running to his driver’s side window.

"Hi can you possibly move out of the driveway. I'm so late for my shift-" She declares out of breath while glancing down once at the plain watch on her wrist.

Hopper studies her for a minute things not quite connecting. Marcie.  He decides. You had mentioned your roommate in passing, but this was the first time that he had officially spoken to her or seen her.

"Um- sure. I'm just waiting for y/n-"

"She's not going to work today, she's got a cold." The girl waves her hand dismissively. "Sorry you must be Hopper. I'm Marcie and I'm so late, please." Marcie's eyes widen with her plea.

"Yeah sure." Hopper puts his car in reverse to clear the driveway allowing Marcie to squeal past him. Hopper momentarily smiles at her bravery for whipping out of the driveway so quickly when the chief of police is directly behind her, but then his thoughts turn back to you.

He idles in the street for a second, contemplating the situation.

I should just go to work, I should just drive away and sit at my desk and shuffle papers around- He thinks, but then he reconsiders. What if y/n needs something? Her roommate just left her there, I'm not even sure she locked the door. He raises his gaze once more to skate over the empty windows as if hoping that you will appear.

But when you don’t  Hopper sighs in defeat, pulls into the driveway, and turns off the engine. He pauses again with his hand on the key where it still sits in the ignition. His thumb taps anxiously against the wheel.

You're not her boyfriend, you're her boss. Hopper takes in a lungful of smoke, watching the house once more. But a boss can check on his employees, maybe she hadn't been able to call Flo to tell her she wasn't going to be at work so I should just check in on her, because I’m really helping Flo. Hopper reasons.

He gets out of the car, before pausing with his hand on the door. What are you doing? This is definitely overstepping. The intrusive thoughts are back to prick behind his furrowed eyebrows.

The truth was he has tried to keep his distance, but now he has begun to realize how much he relies on driving you to work everyday. How much he relies on those few moments in the car before he is twisted and pulled away to his office. But then you would be there after, waiting at your desk for him to drive you home. And the look on your face every time was enough to erase the tedium of the day.

Jim eyes the front door to check if you are coming out once more.

He always felt better when you’d  practically skip out of front door wearing those cute oversized sweaters and long skirts, with your hair billowing behind you in perfect curls. You would always smile at him as you walked to the car, before shyly ducking your head with flushed cheeks. And then after the shift, he always made sure that he didn't stay too late because staying late meant that you would have to wait for him. And because you were too embarrassed and polite to tell him that you were ready to leave, you would read at your desk quietly.

As cute as you looked leaning back in your desk chair utterly consumed with whatever the novel of the day is, because Hopper noticed you must be the fastest reader in the world given how many different books he'd seen you with, Hopper hated those days. Hopper hated those days because Callahan would loiter by your desk after his shift and make you laugh so loudly that it made the symphony of your voice drift into Hopper's office, quickly turning something that made his own heart jump and buckle in his chest into a consuming fire.

His hand tightens on the door frame of the car.

He hated watching Callahan ease over to your desk so carefree at the end of the night, taking the time to talk to you, flirt with you even.  Callahan who didn’t have to worry about the age difference or what everyone would say if he went out with you or spent the night with you. Callahan who was younger and carefree, maybe even a perfect match to your sunshine. Jealousy burned through his entire body when he thought of Callahan taking you out to dinner, having his hand in yours as you walk to the movies, sitting side by side in a booth at a restaurant, and even after the date when Callahan would walk you to your door and you would invite him in. His jaw clenches at the thought of you with Callahan alone in your house, your room, your bed-

He thinks about getting back in the car again, turning away, and leaving.

Hopper knew that it wasn't fair. He shouldn't feel jealous, shouldn't feel the need to control your life, because it was your life, and he didn't want to ruin it. He didn't want to intrude. You were so young, so full of life, innocent, that he knew he would ruin you in the worst way. He was just an old grump, so far from your sunshine he might as well be hibernating in a cave.

But oh how he wished he could. Oh how he wished he could bask in your sunshine all the time, letting the soothing rays from your smile fill him with peace.

Hopper lay awake at night thinking of you, wishing that you had met when he was a little younger, a little less- well- Hopper. He dreamed of what it would be like to tell you and have you return the sentiment with one of those smiles that sometimes he imagined were only for him.

Hopper looked back up at the house. The thought that you were alone inside and sick, made him close the door of his car, flick away the cigarette, and tramp through the overgrown lawn. Hopper made a mental note to ask you why it wasn't cut and then tossed it away.

Boundaries mean that I’m not going to come mow her lawn one day.

He knocks once. "(y/n)?" He calls, but hears nothing. "(y/n)?" He says a little louder, knocking a few more times.

Hopper was hesitant to shout. What if you had a headache?

His hand closes on the handle and turns, it is open. He sighs in exasperation. What was Marcie thinking leaving it unlocked? Doesn’t she watch the news? There could be any number of psychos lying in wait, watching the house! Then before he can stop himself he thinks: Yeah. Like you.

The inside of the home is tidy, but lived in. The living room has a collection of threadbare chairs and a patchy colored fabric couch covered in what looked like a handmade blanket. Hopper wonders if you made it, remembering last Christmas when you made a hand-crocheted tote bag for Flo. Because that’s the kind of person you were. You gave so much of yourself out to other people, cared for them, and he believed that he was so different from you.

There’s a coffee table with several rings in front of the couch where he places his hat, tracing the circles on the wood with a fingertip.

The smell of coffee pours from the kitchen and splashes against Hopper’s nose, but he continues down the darkened hallway that leads deeper into your home.

"(Y/n)?" He says again, louder, but there is no answer. "(Y/n)?"

The last thing he wants to do is stumble into your room while you are changing and scare you to death. The thought of seeing you naked causes a pink hue to travel into his cheeks.

A low groan sounds from the hall bathroom and makes Hopper’s chest clench in worry. "(Y/n)?" He turns towards the bathroom. The lights are off inside and the door is just barely cracked. Hopper pushes open the door and flips on the switch to the right against the white tile wall.

At first he's confused, because the low groan sounds again, and then he looks down.

You’re laying under a thick blanket, curled into a small ball, halfway between the toilet and the bathtub. Your cheeks are flushed with fever, eyes closed, breath coming in shallow gasps.

"(Y/n)!" Hopper gasps dropping to his knees. "(Y/n) are you okay?" Worry tightens its cold grip around his throat.

How could your roommate leave you like this?

"Hop?" You breathe, opening up one red eye. "Hey." Your voice is no more than a raspy croak. "What are you doing here?” Each word sounds like its too much effort to finish. In fact you close your eye and shy away from the bright bathroom light that Hopper flipped on when he entered the room.

“I came to pick you up. Marcie said you had a cold.” His eyes skate over you. “The door was unlocked.” Hopper felt the need to add that last part, trying to find rationalization for why he’s here instead of telling you that he came in because he was scared.

“Sorry. She called the office-“ You begin to cough violently into the blanket, curling further into a ball.

"Shh it's okay." His hand comes down to your hair, pushing it back from where it sticks to your skin. "Are you alright?" Your forehead burns against his hand.

"Not really." You croak. "I didn’t mean to fall asleep here, but it was easier than going back and forth."

"It's alright." Hopper gently places his arms under your knees, sweeping you up against his chest in one quick move.

You sigh and turn your head into him, while your hand grips the front of his jacket that is still chilled from the wind outside with a shiver. The cold is welcome against your feverishly hot skin.

You cuddle into his jacket away from the offensive light above, making warmth radiate through Hopper's body.

"Which room?" He asks.

"Across the hall." You mutter into his shirt with another sigh.

Hopper hopes that you can't feel his heart stuttering around in his chest like a bee trying to get out of a plastic cup. He's trying not to think about how natural this feels, how wonderful it feels to hold you close and have you curled up against him. He rationalizes that your fever is probably so high that you don't realize what you’re doing, that any other time you wouldn’t dare burrow into him like this. But he can't help but imagine what it would be like for you to want him to hold you like this.

Your room is tidy, but still a little messy. Hopper smiles at the cluttered desk and stacks of paperbacks, memorizing the titles and making mental notes of those that are more worn than others, promising himself that he'll read every one if they are your favorite.

He is always on the lookout for ways to start conversations with you and Hopper figures that the war themed paperbacks he has back at home are a bit out of your comfort zone given the titles of the books on the desk.

Hopper places you down on the bed, quickly pulling the covers over you. He tries not to notice what you was wearing before, he had only ever seen you in long skirts or long pairs of pants, but now you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a pair of bright blue underwear. He ignores it, feeling the warmth of you skin beneath his palm.

"What can I do?" Hopper kneels next to the bed so you doesn’t have to look up at him.

"I'm okay, just sleepy." You whisper, cuddling into the patchwork quilt with another uncontrollable shiver.

"Okay." He brushes your hair back again before he can stop himself, enchanted by the way it feels against his hand. "I'll be right back okay?" Hopper breathes.

"Please don’t go.” You mutter moving into his touch, turning your entire body towards where he hovers just on the edge of your bed.

Hopper freezes. She didn’t mean that, she’s just sick, doesn’t know what she’s saying. He rationalizes eyes skating your figure again. He’s never seen you look so small.

When you were well, sometimes Hopper believed that you were the embodiment of the sun on earth, filled with light and warmth. Noting that your bright personality just exploded out of you constantly, but now seeing you so dim… it scares him.

“I promise I’ll be right back.” Hopper says again.

“Hmm.” You whisper as you begin to succumb to the exhaustion of the fever.

He backs out of the room, watching your sleeping figure one more time before he springs into action. Hopper walks to the bright yellow phone hanging in the wall in the kitchen and dials the station.

"Hey Flo it's the chief, how are things this morning?" He breezes looking through the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator. Hopper frowns at the dismal array of canned vegetables and moldy fruit in the ice box, but pours himself a cup of coffee.

"Hey chief. Pretty slow. Callahan went out on a call to get Mrs. Morris' cat out of a tree, but other than that it's been quiet. I meant to tell you that (y/n's) roommate called and said that (y/n) won't be in because she's not feeling too well this morning. Tried to call you before you left, but I figured I'd see you when you got in." Flo pauses. "Where are you anyway?"

"Um- something came up. Look I might not be in for a few hours. Do you think you can manage to keep things quiet?" He shifts uncomfortably. Hopper wasn't keen on everyone knowing that he was with you.

What would they say if he was here? He was aware of what the rest of the people in town said about him, but he didn't want them to say things like that about you. You deserved better.

"Sure chief."

"Alright thanks. I'll see you in a bit." He hangs up the phone standing in the kitchen for a minute while he finishes the coffee in the faded green mug. Hopper considers what he has to do, but he doesn't like it. The thought of leaving you again makes his heart twist in his chest, especially knowing how sick you are.

Not sick enough to stop smiling at him. The thought is welcome amongst the continuous admonishing from the guilt of him being there.

Hopper walks back towards your room peering in through the open door to check over your sleeping figure. Deep down he knows that he shouldn't be here, that he should just leave, but he can't. He can’t leave you when you can barely lift your head to look at him.

The phone rings on your nightstand, and as you stir, Hopper reaches for the receiver to stop the call and breaks his only rule.

"Hello?"

"Um. Hi. Who is this?" The voice on the other line is definitely a woman, decidedly older.

"Jim Hopper. Who is this?"

"This is (y/n’s) mother.”

Oh shit.

"Um hi Mrs. (y/l/n)-" Hopper's eyes go to yours which have widened in surprise.

But before he can respond any further you reach out and take the phone from Hopper’s hand.

“Hi mom." You croak. "Can I call you back?"

Hopper watches you with wide eyes as you wait a second to listen to your mother. He can only imagine what she's asking you.

 "No mom, he's not my boyfriend he's my boss." Your voice rasps. Hopper's heart stutters once in his chest when you answer her.

"He's here to check on me." You try to raise your voice again, but it comes out more like a harsh whisper.

You pause.

"No I'm not sleeping with my boss mom." Your face flushes as bright red as Hopper's does. He immediately stands from the bed, realizing that he was sitting on the edge and was about to touch you again subconsciously.

"Please can I call you back. I'm really not feeling well." You sigh laying back down as if sitting up is too much work.

Hopper's brows furrow with worry once more, wishing that he hadn't answered the phone. Because even if he was ever going to date you, which he wasn't, he didn't want your mother to hate him.

"Yes I'll make the soup. I love you. Okay. Bye." You hold out the phone trying to place it on the receiver, but Hopper takes it from you. "I'm sorry." You mutter laying back down in the bed with a sigh.

"It's okay." Hopper's still bright red. "I understand."

You sigh. "She's been so worried since I moved away."  You turn to cough into the blanket.

"Try not to talk." Hopper smiles. "You know, I think you talk more when you're sick."

You wheeze out a laugh. "Shut up."

"And you're definitely meaner."

You snort so hard that you begin to cough and Hopper feels bad for making you laugh, but when it's over you smile so wide at him any regret vanishes. That was why he liked you so much, because every time you smiled at him, you filled him with the warmth and brightness that you shone with every day.

He presses the back of his hand against your forehead to check your temperature. "Are you going to be okay if I leave for a bit?"

"Yeah." Your eyes are closed now, leaning into his hand. Hopper ignores how you lean into him and again tells himself it is only due to your current state.

"I promise I'll be right back."

"You don't have to-" You breathe in a low rasp.

"I'm not going to leave you like this alone." Hopper responds. "I'm just gonna run to the store-"

"You don't have to-"

"I want to." Hopper clears his throat. "Try not to die."

"I'll try my best."

*********************************************************Hopper can remember the last time he made chicken noodle soup clearly. Sara had a cold, it was before she was diagnosed and was starting to get sick more frequently. Hopper had stayed home from work with her while Diane went out and he made the chicken noodle soup recipe his grandmother had used to make him when he was sick.

As he stirs the pot on the stove the smell brings back all the memories that usually make his heart clench in his chest, but now standing here in your small kitchen, the memories are softer.

The trip to the grocery store had been quick as he practically ran up and down the aisles strategically to find everything he needed, anxious to get back to you. Hopper had stolen the house keys out of you purse to make sure that he could lock the door, rationalizing that you wouldn't need them and he'd be damned if he left the door unlocked with you being as defenseless as you were right now.

Hopper walks back towards your room. You are curled up in a ball under the covers again, looking more small and cute that he wants to acknowledge. "(y/n)." He whispers.

"Hmm." You sigh and turn to look at him. Your cheeks aren't as flushed as before, which means the Advil Hopper made you take must have brought down your fever.

"I made you some soup. I think you should eat something." He says gently.

The smile you give him, warms his heart and makes the cold muscle in his chest flutter and stutter.

"You didn't have to."  You croak.

"I wanted to." He shifts his feet unsure. "Do you need help- or- um?" It wasn't that he didn't want to carry you, the memory of how it felt to carry you was fresh in his mind. It was that he wanted to make sure that it was okay for him to touch you again

"Please." Your cheeks flush all over again as he picks you up and carries you out to the kitchen table, sitting you up in a chair before draping the homemade blanket around your shoulders to cover your shivering body. 

He quickly moves to the stove dipping out a portion of soup into one of the flowery bowls from the cabinet before placing it in front of you.

You smile into the steam, letting the heat open up your lungs. "Thank you."

Hopper sits across from you at the kitchen table watching you eat it slowly, another mug full of coffee sitting in front of him on one of the cheerful flower printed placemats. He still can't bring himself to leave because he's worried about what would happen if he left. You could barely walk to the bathroom without help- maybe you might even need to go to the hospital.

The thought of taking you to the hospital filled him with dread, a whole slew of memories there that he didn't want to relive.

"This is really good." You smile at him from across the table. Your voice is less hoarse than it was a few moments ago, but still barely audible. "You didn't have to make soup. I could have ordered some from Sullivan's on the corner."  You cough violently into a napkin before blowing your nose again.

"It's okay. I just wanted to make sure that you were-" He stops unsure if he should continue. "Well if you were okay."

"Oh. Well it's very nice of you. I'm sorry that Marcie didn't call."

"I'm not." Hopper responds before he can stop himself. "I'm glad that I came by." His cheeks flush with his confession.

"I am too." Your cheeks are as red as his before you duck down to look back at your soup. "Though I don't want you to get sick too."

Hopper shrugs. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

He watches you finish up the rest of the soup. She's beautiful even when she's like this. Hopper looks at your face, noting you red cheeks and nose. Even covered in snot and flushed with fever, she's absolutely beautiful.

"Did you want to go back to bed?" Hopper asks when you take the last bite of chicken noodle soup.

"No I think I'll lay on the couch for a bit-"

He immediately moves to pick you up from the wooden chair and helps you over to the threadbare couch, laying the blanket over you before he can focus too much on your uncovered legs. "Thank you."

"Yeah-" His voice has deepened a bit, trying not to dwell on how wonderful it felt to have you in his arms again.

"There should be some tapes in those cabinets.” You gesture to the cabinets under the tv in the corner. “Did you want to stay and watch a movie?” You immediately freeze. You hadn’t meant to ask it, but here he was taking care of you making sure you were okay. You didn’t want him to go, despite his constant internal monologue convincing him otherwise. “Or if you have to go back to work that’s fine.” You back track.

“Um- well.” Hopper considers leaving again. He thinks that he’s overstated his welcome, knows that he is doing more than he should especially more than a boss would do for his employee. His eyes skate over your small figure curled up under the blanket. “I don’t think it would hurt to watch a movie. I think that Flo can manage the department for a few hours without me.”

You try to hide your excitement as he picks out one of the tapes and pops it into the VCR.

Now came the ultimate question: where should he sit? Regularly when Hopper was trying to woo someone he would sit next to them, throw his arm across their shoulders so they would lean into him- but he didn’t want to do that to you… well, he knew he SHOULDN’T want to do that to you. So he forced himself into the lazy boy arm chair that sat about 7 inches from where you were laying your head on the couch as the movie began.  You bunch up one of the couch cushions under you head, trying to prop yourself up as the movie began. Hopper reached over before he could stop himself and helped you adjust the pillow.

Your eyes meet his as a small smile graces your lips. He holds your gaze, trying to gauge how you feel about him- tries to read your mind to see if you wish that he'd just leave, that this is weird and he needs to go.

But there's nothing. He forces himself to look away from your gaze and back towards the tv trying to stop the warm feeling that rises in his chest.

Don't do this to yourself. She's just being nice because you made her soup, asking you to stay means nothing.

Within a few moments you were asleep again and that meant that Hopper didn’t have to feel bad about glancing over at you occasionally. His fingertips itch to push back the hair that's fallen into your face, but instead he puts them on the arms of the chair, relaxing back.

And within moments, Hopper falls asleep.

He wakes up when Marcie kicks open the front door at 8 pm after her shift, practically falling into the living room in her haste. Hopper jumps up from the chair startled.

"Oh hi." Marcie does a double take. "I didn't know you were going to stay here."

"No I wasn't-" Hopper clears his throat awkwardly. "I just-"

"He came to check on me Mar." You croak sitting up. "It's okay."

"Oh well." Marcie eyes him up and down. "I'm just gonna take a shower." Marcie continues to frown. "And I keep my pepper spray in there-"

"Marcie!" You exclaim as loud as you can without hurting your voice, but she doesn't look sorry.

Hopper nods awkwardly as she saunters from the room, his cheeks flushing bright red. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but the rhythmic sound of your breathing had lulled him into a deeper sleep than he was accustomed to. In fact he couldn't remember a time recently in which he had slept so soundly.

"Well I guess I should go." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I'm sorry she's just always in a hurry and she doesn't have a filter." You sigh, hearing the shower begin to run. "It takes a bit to get used to her."

Hopper notices that your voice sounds less hoarse than it did when you fell asleep.

"It's okay." He waits another beat, because despite Marcie's sudden intrusion, he wishes that he could stay- but he knows better. "I'll give you a call tomorrow, see if you need a ride to work."

"Yeah I hope I'll feel a bit better." You begin to rise from the couch, but stumble forward and Hopper catches you against his chest in an awkward hug.

"You've got to be more careful." He breathes into the top of your head, holding you tightly against him.

"Hmm." You sigh, holding on to him just as tight. "Thank you Jim."

Hopper freezes. It's the first time you've ever said his first name, and it makes something inside his chest break open. It sounds so perfect coming from your lips that he wishes you would say it again. "You're welcome (y/n)."

Your arms are wrapped around him in a full hug by now, nuzzling your face into his chest- but just like that Hopper snaps out of it.

She doesn't want you, she's just being friendly, like (y/n) is all the time. Plus she's sick today, not thinking straight. The thought makes him sober up.

Hopper extricates your arms from around him rather abruptly, leaving your head reeling, and helps you back onto the couch. "Well goodnight."

"Goodnight." You smile, but it's tight lipped and for good reason. You have no idea what you did to make him suddenly so cold.

And the entire ride home from y/n's house, Hopper refuses to believe you were disappointed when he left.

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It didn’t take Hopper long to notice you when you started working at the Hawkin’s Police Station in the fall of ‘83. In fact, it took no time at all. 

Brooding and willfully ignorant to the more personal matters happening around him, Jim Hopper had no idea a new secretary was starting. When he slipped into the station on your first day, nervous to make a good impression, Hopper halted in the same doorway he had been stepping through for years. His eyes were still hazed in sleep and red from a hangover, but that didn’t prevent him from spotting you.

He had only made it a few feet into the station before he froze and turned back around to face the substantially shorter girl smiling brightly up at him. 

“Hi,” you said a bit too cheery for such an early time in the morning. 

Hopper furrowed his brows as he examined you. His eyes traced along your long dress that clung to your waist and the way your hair was pulled back exposing your neck and collar bones. How was such a sweet thing like you making the chief of police at a loss for words?

Flo had noticed his hesitation so she took it upon herself to prevent the situation from becoming painful and introduced you to him.

He grumbled back what sounded like a hello and went straight to his office.

He had left you feeling a bit pathetic for already making a bad impression on your boss your first day on the job. 

Jim made it a point to avoid you as much as possible, treating you just like everyone else: at a distance. This left you frustrated. Why did all your coworkers take a liking to you except for him? Was everyone else just being polite and you were actually insufferable and Hopper just didn’t have it in himself to put up a facade?

Flo told you not to mind him. “He was dealt a terrible set of cards,” she said waving her hands until one settled on your shoulder. “Don’t take it personally, dear. It takes a lot to get him to not act like a giant brute.” 

That didn’t make you feel that much better.

It wasn’t until late one night that you realized you had been wrong about Hopper. Usually, Flo stayed late with Hopper, but that night, she had plans to get to. You offered to cover for her. It got close to midnight before Hopper made his way out of his office, his coat and hat on, ready to go home. You watched as he absentmindedly strolled towards you. “Alright Flo, think I’ve taken up enough of your–” He stopped in his tracks when he made it to the front desk and saw you where he expected Flo to be. 

You meekly waved at him, hoping he wasn’t going to be mad at you for not being Flo. 

He glared at you for a moment, making you gulp. And yet, behind his eyes, he was cursing himself out for being so drawn in to someone so delicate and innocent. He would do nothing but ruin you. 

“Flo had a family thing to get to…” you mumbled out nervously, wanting to break the silence. You felt ridiculous for acting so shy around him. You just didn’t want to say the wrong thing. 

“Right.” He nodded, snapped out of his thoughts. He continued heading out of the station with you following close behind.

You watched as Hopper made his way to his truck, the sounds of his boots on the pavement echoing in the quiet night.

He opened his driver’s side door when he saw you still standing by the front door out of the corner of his eyes, illuminated by the street light. He paused and shouted back towards you. “What’re doing?”

“Oh,” you said surprised by his booming voice. “I’m just waiting for my ride.” You gave him a smile. 

He took a moment, arguing with himself that interacting with you a bit wasn’t going to be the end of the world. Hopper was a grown man; he could control himself. He has talked to plenty of pretty women before. You were no different. At least, that’s what he told himself.  

He shut his door and walked back over to you. 

You tried not to blush as he came stomping towards you, his eyes locked on yours and his hands slouched in his jacket pockets.

He stood beside you and leaned against a post by the entrance doors, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it.

“Y-You don’t have to wait with me. I’ll be fi—“

“Not gonna leave you here in the middle of the night. Not with everything that’s been goin’ on lately.” His words were stern so you just nodded in acceptance. 

Of course you didn’t want to have to wait with him, he thought. But he couldn’t be more wrong.

After a few wordless moments passed when you spoke in a timid voice. “Thank you.” 

In all honesty, you were a little worried about having to wait alone for your dad to pick you up so late by yourself. Hopper’s company made you feel… safe. 

He peered down at you and blew out a puff of smoke.

“You always this shy?”

You looked up at him wide-eyed, his words catching you off guard. Was it that painfully obvious?

“I– No.. It’s… I don’t know. I guess you just…intimidate me a little…” your words trailed off, worried you were being rude by telling him that. 

Hopper felt something shift in his stomach. You were intimidated by him? Fuck, no shit you were. He’s done nothing but lurk over you and bark orders out since you met him almost a month ago. 

Usually, bashfulness was not something he would have admired. But, god, if you weren’t a breath of fresh air. 

He shifted his stance so he could look at you better, your face flickering in the streetlamp’s light. “Sorry about that, kid. Guess I can be a little… unwelcoming. But I’m glad you’re working here.” He took another drag of his cigarette. “You brighten up the office. And we needed some of that.”

You felt your cheeks red from the cold and smiled. Your heart was racing at his words. You brighten up the office. Maybe he didn’t hate you after all.

It was a stormy night when you realized you were getting feelings for Hopper. 

You were sitting at a big booth in a diner right down the street from the station with the rest of your coworkers. You were celebrating Flo’s 30th year working for the Hawkin’s PD. 

You stared at the empty plate in front of you, pie crumbs sprinkles across the white ceramic surface. You laughed when you heard something outrageous from Flo’s mouth. How many drinks has she had? 

The place was pretty empty apart from your group, so when one of the guys chose a popular song on the jukebox, a mingle of bodies broke out in dance.

You found yourself giggling along as you watched them make a fool of themselves, happy you worked with such great people. Hopper slid into the booth beside you–he needed a seat after having one too many drinks–as he watched the others goof around. You tried to stop yourself from panicking at his close proximity. 

Crash

A loud rumble of thunder broke the night air following a flash of light. It sounded like shattering glass as it echoed off the pavement. You jumped and closed your eyes. You were never a big fan of thunder. 

Hopper looked over at you and raised an eyebrow. He was about to make a joke about you being scared when another crash sounded. This time, Jim’s arm wrapped around you and pulled you into the side of his chest. “You’re okay,” he muttered. You tilted your head to look at him but he was already looking away, busy saying something to someone else across the table. You could feel the rumble as he laughed. You felt your cheeks heat up, Hopper’s hand resting firmly on your upper arm. 

After a few moments, Hopper unhooked his arm. He could see the way your body tensed again as another thunderous explosion rang through the air. His hand stretched out and rested on top of your own that sat in your lap, wanting to calm you. He would never had done that if it wasn’t for his high blood alcohol level.

You tried to play it cool, but you felt your heart flip when he absentmindedly started rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

Hopper found himself flexing his hand late into the night when he subconsciously remembered the feeling of your skin against his.

Then there was the whole crazy alien encounter bullshit going on in Hawkin’s. Weird shit was happening all the time. The little boy who went missing then came back to life. The monsters in the wall. You had been in the heart of it along with Jim, somehow being the one wrapped up in this mess. 

You followed him closely as you walked through the woods, the only light source coming from the moon and Jim’s flashlight. He reached his hand out behind him. “C’mon.”

You took his hand and his fingers wrapped around yours, pulling you along behind him. You tried to not think about the way his hand engulfed yours. 

A bit later in the night, when what sounded like a large dog growling, you jumped and went running towards Hopper.

“What is it?” He asked concerned as you came darting towards him. You looked over your shoulder, making sure no monster was chasing you, and you collided with Hopper’s body, making him stumble against a tree root and fall backwards. 

He caught you on top of him as you both tumbled to the ground. 

Your breathing was loud as he clung on to your arms. You looked down at him, your hair hanging above his face and tickling his cheeks.

“What?” He asked again, his voice laced with concern. 

“Thought I heard somethin’,” You whined. 

You gulped when you realized how close you were to him, your body laid against his, your knees holding you up on either side of him. You had thought he fully noticed at the same time you did. You could have sworn his cheeks began to pink. He felt his breathing break as he felt your weight against him. God, he wanted so badly to reach out and touch your cheek. He wanted to pull you in to him and– 

Shit, shit, shit. This was not good.

Your lips parted as you stared at one another until Hopper broke the moment by pushing you up as he got to his feet. 

“You okay?” He asked as he straightened himself out. You nodded, unable to look at him for fear he might be able to read everything you were thinking.

And then the day Jim was tormented with the idea of asking you out. He tried to push down this rising feeling he had for you, but with each interaction, it grew stronger. The sugar laced in your words. The way you would laugh and smile all the time. You were everything Jim wasn’t. 

He figured you’d be disgusted if you knew the way the chief thought about you. What would a pretty young thing like you want with a big old grump like him? 

And still, he found himself staring at you all the time. Where was his self-control? 

Sometimes he’d walk into the main room at the station and lean against the door frame as he talked to one of the guys. But his eyes would drift over to you while you stood at the front on the phone. 

And a few times when you had handed Hopper some files, your fingers brushed against one another and it felt like his skin was burning. He could have sworn he saw your arms get goosebumps.

And then that one time he was busy yelling at some drunk asshole, his hands gripping the man’s shirt and moving him around like he weighed nothing. He looked over at you and your face was bright red as you watched him in action. He felt something tingle in his stomach. 

So, he got this stupid idea to ask you out. But he was never going to act on this thought. It was simply an idea. An unattainable figment of his imagination. Something he just liked to imagine, thinking about what it would be like if he did ask you out and you had said yes. 

Then, late one night, only a few stragglers left in the office, you appeared in his doorway while he scribbled on sheets laid on desk. 

“I’m heading out for the night,” you said sheepishly.

He glanced up at you and gave a half-hearted grin then looked back at his papers. You rolled your eyes. “You really should call it a night, Chief. You can’t keep working these 12-hour days.”

“You’re starting to sound like Flo,” he chuckled.

“Well, I am around her enough.”

He put his pen down and looked back up at you. “You’re probably right.”

“I know, I’m always right.”

“Don’t act smart,” he grunted as he slowly stood and slid his coat on. You tried to hide your grin as he walked behind you out of the station.

You were going to make the first move and ask him to get coffee. It might end in humiliation, but if he rejected you, maybe you could play it off like you meant just as friends. It was definitely a bad idea, but you couldn’t get this man out of your fucking head.

When you slipped into the brisk Autumn air, you took in a deep breath and turned around, “Hopper, I wanted—“ You were cut off when he bumped into you. You hadn’t realized he was so close behind you. You froze and looked up at him. He knew he should have backed away immediately after colliding with you, giving space between your bodies, but you drew him in, your soft eyes capturing his. You felt your breath get caught in the back of your throat. 

“What were you saying?” He asked quiet and breathy, his eyes never breaking from yours.

You stuttered, “Oh. I-I…” You found yourself at a loss for words, unable to finish your sentence from earlier. You couldn’t even remember what you were thinking.   

It felt like your heads were slowly leaning into one another, and neither of you seemed to be able to stop yourself. 

Then, as crazy as it sounded to you, suddenly his hand was on the side of your cheek and you gasped at the contact. “Hop…” you began, but your words faded again as your eyes fluttered, his thumb stroking your jaw. 

He crashed his lips against yours and you immediately reciprocated. Maybe a little too eagerly you went onto your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you in, his hands dropping to your waist. You felt his tongue slide along your lower lip and your lips parted. You pushed yourself against him making him stumble backwards, your kiss never breaking. You heard a rumble in his chest as you pressed your body flesh against him, his internal furnace making you heat up like you were on fire. You attacked each other feverishly, months of pent up longing finally escaping through this act of touch. He couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted. Hopper felt himself holding back–he wanted nothing more than to slam you against the side of the building and take you right there. God, he wanted you so fucking bad. 

The sound of someone coming made you both abruptly pull away. 

You stood beside him trying to look casual as you both caught your breath. 

Hopper was about to turn to you and apologize, his mind was telling him you only kissed him  back because he was your boss and you didn’t want to reject the person who controlled your paycheck. But then your sweet voice, quiet and breathless, sounded before he had the chance. “Did you want to get a coffee or something?” 

He looked at you and furrowed his brows. You shrugged your shoulders and he felt a smile rise to his mouth. You were impossibly gentle as you spoke, your words sugary like candy, the complete opposite to him. And, fuck, did he have a sweet tooth. 

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[dee-writes-smut]

CALLING OUT YOUR NAME

FEATURING Steve Harrington x adopted!hopper!reader

CONTENT WARNING description of injuries, mentions of trauma, hurt steeb :(, angst, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, Steve being an asshole in high school

SUMMARY just when you thought he had forgotten you, he called out your name

AUTHORS NOTE ahhhhh! I don't know where this went but enjoy :)

You lost. Eleven hadn't been able to get to Vecna in time and you lost. Max, Lucas, Robin, Dustin, and Steve were all in the hospital because of it. Some in worse condition than others, but it didn't matter, you had all lost. When it had happened you were with Lucas, screaming, crying, and begging as you held little Max in your arms, her ragged breathing crushing your heart into shards. You pleaded with whoever was out there to save her because she wasn't done living yet, none of you were. After rushing her to the hospital, you had fainted in the main lobby scaring Lucas and Erika. The doctors had you admitted for the night to keep an eye on you, but they were sure that it was just a bodily reaction to stress and exhaustion. You were released the next morning without a hitch, but that didn't stop Erika from staying in your room all night.

Due to your inability to leave your hospital bed, you were late to be filled in on what exactly had happened. When you were released the next day, you were immediately swarmed by your friends. Eleven, who you had basically helped Hopper raise, jumped into your arms, clutching onto tightly as she cried. After Mike dragged her from your arms, Jonathan swept you into his arm, sobbing as he held you tight. The two of you had dated for a stint in high school, but when he and Nancy started to get close you let him go on good terms. After breaking it off the two of you stayed really close friends, still loving each other, but in a more platonic than romantic way. Will was next along with Mike and Nancy, their group hug was short but tight and filled with care. Then they got into the nitty gritty, Eleven and Nancy pulled you to sit on your bed and explained the whole thing. Eddie and Dustin had managed to distract the bats, at the cost of Eddie's life and Dustin's leg, but Vecna had known their plan all along and trapped and almost killed Steve, Robin, and Nancy. Eleven was able to fight him off of Max and that's how she barely managed to survive. With him psychically distracted and weak, the group was able to try to full fill the last of the plan and kill the son of a bitch, but he disappeared before they could finish him off and the gates fully opened in Hawkins.

"Holy shit," you gasped, unable to even comprehend what they were telling you.

"I know." Nancy sighed, rubbing your arm warmly.

"Okay, but how was he weak? How were you able to get out of the root shit?" You asked, mind reeling at all the information.

"About that.." Eleven trailed off, nodding at Will who left the room for a second before returning with Joyce and Hopper behind him.

"Oh my god." you froze, unable to move as your eyes brimmed with tears.

"Hey cupcake," Hopper smiled, holding out his arms for you. The tender nickname you had heard him call you your whole life snapped you out of your trance and you set off running into his embrace.

"Pops," you sobbed into his chest, "how?"

"You two kids weren't the only ones who didn't give up on me," he said lovingly as he looked at Joyce. You smiled your heart warming at the sight of your adopted father finally finding someone to share his life with. When looking over at Joyce and wiggled your eyebrows at her knowingly. You had been her favorite of Jonathan's girlfriends and she loved you like a daughter, which meant you had a lot of girl talk. Joyce rolled her eyes at you then winked causing you let out a laugh.

"Where is everyone else?" You wondered aloud, feeling so left in the dark.

"Dustin broke his leg so they have him holed up in the room to the left of you. Robin broke her windpipe and almost died so she is on a respirator in the room next to Dustin. She hasn't woken up yet, they had to put her under and perform emergency surgery so she's high as hell, but they think she is going to be just fine." Nancy informed with a warm but burdened smile. Hopper held you close to his warm chest, keeping you steady while you processed everything.

"Lucas is in the room next to Robin with Max who is in a coma. He has a swollen eye that they are going to drain tomorrow and Max has shattered both arms and legs, they also don't know if her eye sight is going to come back or not. The doctors told us to play it by ear and see if she'd even wake up." Jonathan continued as Nancy started to cry. He pulled her into his arms and you wearily smiled at him, proud but so incredibly hurt.

"Oh! Also.. uhm.." Mike hesitated, unsure whether or not it was his place to say anything.

"Also what?" you asked anxiously, worried someone else might have also died by the grim looks on everyone's faces.

"Steve has been asking for you." Eleven smiled, completely lost on the hesitancy of the other people in the room. She joined your quaint little family after 'the Steve incident' so there is no way she could have known. 'The Steve incident' was a hefty source of deep seeded sadness for you and you had refused to talk about it, ever.

"Why? What does he want?" You asked, slightly irritated that he even has the audacity to ask for you.

"He won't say, kid." Hopper spoke up, his voice low with anger. He remembers 'the Steve incident' like it was yesterday. "But if you want him out of your hair, I'll handle it."

"Wait, hop. She needs to, it's been long enough since-" Joyce tried her intention full of love.

"No." Hopper disagreed, vehemently shaking his head.

"Pops," you smiled, hugging him tightly, "I'm an adult now. I got this." The encouraging smile on your face doesn't match the dread in your heart at having to speak to him.

"Whatever you say, kid, but I don't know if I trust his intentions after the-"

"Please don't finish that sentence." You pleaded, a grimace on your face. Hopper let out a long sigh before placing a fatherly kiss to your forehead and letting you go. You smiled warmly up at him, your eyes reflecting your joy at him being alive and in front of you. "I've got this, pops. I'm your daughter, and if you can come back from the dead, I can take care of a kid I used to be friends with." You tried to reassure him, but it felt, and sounded, more self directed.

After pressing a kiss to your dad's cheek, you followed Joyce out of your room and to the door at the far end of the hall, right next to Max's. "He's in here with a few broken ribs, chunks of skin missing, dehydration, and a concussion. When he came to, he immediately asked how everyone was doing. After we told him you had fainted, he was adamant on leaving to go see you, Jonathan and Hopper had to step in to hold him down." Joyce explained, leaving you completely and utterly lost. You hadn't spoken, or even looked at Steve, since he broke your heart as a kid. He didn't seem adamant on wanting to speak with you either, so why now?

"Thanks," you smiled, letting out a large centering sigh before walking through the door.

"Y/N?" Steve called, coaxing you farther into the room. "Oh thank god." He sighed, relaxing onto the bed with a wince. "Are you alright?"

"Why do you care?" You snapped, crossing your arms across your chest while you scowled at him.

"Listen," he huffed, his face looking a bright shade of white. "I messed up, okay?"

"You messed up?!" you scoffed, you scowl turning murderous. "I don't think you spreading rumors around high school about me being "a whore who puts out for anyone" is a mistake. I think it was intentional." you growled causing Steve's face to curl up in a grimace. "Seriously, how dare you have the audacity to ask for me, to care about me, after the stunt you pulled. You used to be my best friend, the person I trusted most in the world, and you knew damn well I was a virgin!"

"I know! I fucked up and I am so, so sorry Y/N." Steve pleaded and you lost it.

"No! You don't get to apologize. Not anymore. Not after you ripped my heart out. You know what? I can't do this. Hope you have a shit life Steve." You spit before turning on your heel and gunning for the door.

"I was scared!" He called, stopping you in your tracks. "I was scared." he said softly, more vulnerable. You stayed quiet, guarded, but turned back around to see that he had gotten out of bed and was right behind you. Too close. You took a step back and he continued. "I loved you so much that I thought I was going to die. You were gorgeous and everything that I ever dreamed of, but things with my parents were starting to get really bad. It went from casually throwing comments my way to yelling and throwing things and threats of kicking me out and I just," he stopped, taking a deep breath before meeting your gaze. "I couldn't put you through that, not after you had lost your mom and little sister."

"That doesn't excuse the rumor spreading you dick." You spoke, but quieter and with less malice behind your words. Steve reached over and grabbed your arms, you quickly removed them from his grasp.

"Y/N please." Steve pleaded. "I almost died. You almost-" he sighed, running a hand through his perfect hair. "When I was stuck in those things fighting for air, the only thing that came to my mind was you. It was you Y/N. I was about to die and all I could think about was how I lost someone so special, someone I wanted- no want to spend the rest of my life with, and it me being scared is a stupid excuse. I should have never done that to you, but I can't take it back. The only thing I can do is ask for a second chance." Steve explained, baring his heart to you and praying to god that you didn't stomp all over it. "I love you," he whispered, "I love you and I just want to take you out on a date. Just one, and then you can decide for yourself whether or not you ever want to see me again. If you don't, then I'll leave you alone. But.. but if you do, then I think we could really be something special together and I swear to try my best to fight for us." The room went coldly silent for a long while. You were hesitant, scared of letting him back in after what he'd done, but he had a point. It could have been the end for both of you, it still could be at any moment. So why not seize the time you have left? If you got hurt, you got hurt, but at least you could say that you tried. Right?

"Okay," you breathed, waiting with baited breath to see if he was going to laugh in your face and say 'jokes on you I was kidding'. But he didn't. Instead he grabbed your waist and pulled you close, stopping just before kissing you, waiting for your permission. You looked into his deep brown eyes, the ones you had cried over time and time again, but this time you could see the sincerity in the small golden flecks and that was when you knew. He wasn't going down without a fight. So, you closed the distance, sharing a heated kiss that left you both breathless and wanting. "Just don't go and fuck it up this time, okay?"

"Okay." Steve smiled before pulling you back in for another kiss.

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[odetodilfs]

Jim Hopper fics

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PLEASE KEEP IN MIND I NO LONGER WRITE FOR HIM!!

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After so many months Third to the mix In Return Hopper's husband Meant to be Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Hopper's first Time with another man

Nightmare (gender neutral reader) It's okay to cry, Jim (gender neutral reader) 10 reasons

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[edb954]

Taking Back What’s Mine…

Henry Creel/001 x reader

(Summary: Peter/Henry/001 has come to take back what's his...)

(Warning!: Possessiveness, Dark!Henry, Manipulation, Yandere Themes, Forced Relationship, implications of violence and murder.)

   When you first met Peter/Henry you thought he was sweet kind caring.

  When you both started to call it a 'relationship' he became very different.. he became very possessive, Manipulative, and dare you say Jealous no matter who you talked too. Whether if it was one of the other faculty members or one of the children.

  The one orderly you used to talk to all the time was Lucas, he was the first one you met in the lab, he showed you around as well as helped you when ever you needed it. One day, after he helped you with some files. You were called to Brenner office be told the god awful news that he had an accident in one of the experiment rooms and passed away.

  You knew that it was an 'accident' you knew that someone had done it and you had the very suspicion that it was your 'boyfriend' Henry. You started to become, nervous...scared even, you didn't know what to do, so you went to Brenner... or tried to. Before, you could get to his office somebody wrapped a hand around your mouth, with a cloth wrapped around it, and dragged you into a room.

  When you woke up, all you could hear was screams, gun shots, and the blaring of alarms. You opened your eyes to see a little girl with her knees to her chest not just any girl but, eleven. She looked even more terrified than you.

"011?" You asked to make sure it's her. She looked at you with teary eyes. You quickly got up and went over to her. "What happened? What's going on?"

"It's all my fault.. I trusted him.. b-but.." "Hey, eleven you need to calm down for me for a second and tell me what happened... please." I said, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"T-the blonde orderly... he said that him me and you would escape. I-I took the thing out of his neck so that we could a-and he has powers as well and k-kil-killed the men and brought me in here and showed me that he's 001. A-and now I-I think he's killing everyone else e-ev-even the other siblings." She explained with a shaky voice, and tears rolling down her eyes.

  My breath got lodged in my throat. I knew it was him... "Eleven, did he show you a way out?" I asked, she nodded going over to a pipe. "T-this is where he said I could escape.." she said.

"Okay, eleven I need you to go in there and meet me outside okay.." "N-no I don't want to leave you here." She said. You sighed.

"O-okay. I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and also hide your face into my neck okay. Please do this for me. I'm going to get us out of here.." She nodded as I lifted her up and did as you told.

  You took a deep breath and opened the door, as soon as you did you could have instantly gotten sick or fainted when you were faced with the smell of blood, seeing it everywhere along with bodies of staff members, guards, and the other children. You heard elevens breath hitch you put your arm on her hand whispering,"it's okay don't look.."

  You began walking towards the office to get your keys, seeing more and more bodies blood, you came across the testing room where 010 and Brenner that was next to where you needed to get your keys, seeing both of them gone. You tried to stay as calm as possible for eleven but she could tell you were just as terrified. You quickly and quietly opened the door, got your keys and closed it. When you came back out, you heard a horrible high pitched scream not that faraway from where you were. You hesitantly looked over to see the bodies ended near the rainbow room. Your breath hitched.

Without another thought, you took off speed walking to get to the stairs so Eleven and you can both get out safely. Trying your best to not make any noise while you had eleven in your arms. Not looking back for a second you made it to the door to the stairs. Used the key card pushed the door open and took off running not caring how loud the door slammed. You ran as fast as you could with Eleven in your arms until you got your car. Putting Eleven in the back seat and you in the front, driving as far as possible from the awful place.

(Two years later)

After, that night at the lab you took Eleven to your home. You both decided you wanted a fresh start so you did or at least tried until El came across a group of kids looking for their friend Will Byers. You both decided to help them as well as Joyce, Jonathan, Nancy, and Hopper. Unfortunately the lab had found both of you but thank the heavens the demogorgans got them.

After, that huge fiasco Hopper let you both stay at his cabin in the woods to protect El and you. You couldn’t be more grateful the three of you became close it felt like an actual family. It was peaceful for awhile. Until, their was more problems going on with Will and more demogorgans. El going missing or well to find her true parents, to reuniting with everyone, to closing the gate to the upside down, and to Now, Eleven was currently hanging out with the gang and her newest friend Max.

While, you were peacefully reading on the porch of the cabin. You got up to start some cleaning to help hopper out a bit when you suddenly heard a all to familiar voice behind you..

“Y/n..” You slowly turn around to see him.

“W-what h-how d-“

"Oh, Y/n I told you I'd come back for you.." He took a step closer, which made you back up into a wall. "Didn't I?"

You still couldn't believe he was right in front you after all this time, thinking you and Eleven had gotten away. Of course, you were wrong.

“I’ve missed you so much. I tried to find you ever since.” He said, caressing your cheek.

You slapped his hand away and tried to push him away but because of his damn mind powers he kept you in place.

“I went back to the room but you weren’t their… you left.. without me…” he wrapped a hand around your neck forcing you to look at him. “We’re you just going to leave me their? Hm? After all of our plans we had made?”

“T-those plans changed after, I found out who you really are and for what you have done!” I snapped.

“I did it for us baby. So that we could be free.” “What about the children? They didn’t have to die.. you didn’t need to kill them..” you said tears streaming down.

“Oh.. but I did.. the hurt you and Eleven. Why do you still cry for them Y/n after everything they to the both of you? You think you need them, but you don't. You don't. Oh, but I know you're just scared. I was scared once too. I know what it's like to be different. To be alone in this world.” He said, wiping away your tears.

“Come with me.. Come back to me…” He said.

“A-and if I don’t come with you..” you asked.

You saw his eyes go dark with a sinister look.

“Then, I will make sure everything for you hell. Either way you will be coming with me with or without your permission..” he showed you what would happen if you didn’t (which is pretty much everything that happens in seasons 3 and 4) he grabbed your jaw so that you are now fully looking at him. “Your Mine! You belong to me! And I’m not letting you go this time!”

“I-i will come with you.. but please leave them alone.. I will do anything, I won’t run, I won’t get help, I will give up everything… , just please just leave them out of it… please. No more..” you asked with tears. He looked at you for a moment debating then smirking.

“As you wish darling.”

And, with that you packed some of your things and left both Hopper and El letters. Before, taking Henry’s hand and leaving.

You’d be lying if you didn’t still have any feelings. Those just don’t just go away. You knew he’d find you and bring you back to him. Tho it hurts you for what he has done and leaves you feeling guilty and a bit disgusted. But, You had no other choice to save your friends family Hawkins. You had to do it. You had no choice.

You knew you could never escape him.. like Henry said you were his so he took back what’s his…

Word count: 1542

(A/n: Oop! I have chills anyone else?😂 I hope this story makes sense also, let me know if I should do a part 2 too this! I’d be up for it! Also let me know what y’all think! Talk to y’all soon bye!)

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[worksby-gabriella]

Ours

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: The jury's out, but Y/N's choice is Eddie.

No specified gender for reader

A/N: I don't really love this, as I've said before. I'm goinna label it as a drabble but I'm probably gonna add more to it at some point soon when I actually KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING WRITE. 😄😭

Inspired by: Ours by Taylor Swift

Nancy is rambling on and on about something for the school paper in the journalism room, I wish I could listen and focus but instead I’m soaking up the stale morning air in the room. I spent the night with Eddie and I feel like that’s enough of an explanation on its own.  

  I’m reminiscing about last night’s venereal events when I’m snapped out of my haze by Nancy and Fred snapping their fingers at me, “Helloooo, earth to Y/N.”  

 I hear Nancy’s annoyed voice ring throughout the room, the silence is deafening.  

 I whip my eyes to hers as Fred joins into the conversation, “You were with the freak last night, weren’t you?”  

 His eyes look at me accusingly but I get defensive and ignore what he asked me, “Hey! Don’t call him that.”  

 I glance down at the typewriter I was working at, when I hear Nancy tsking and see her shaking her head slightly out of my peripheral vision.

 “What Nancy?” My voice comes out irritated because I know what she's getting at.  

 “I told you he’s a bad influence.”  She says in a mocking sing songy, I told you so tone.

 “I- What? N-” I start but Fred interrupts me.  

 “She’s got a point, you came in late today, you don't pay attention, you skip 4th period, and by the way we can see the hickey on your neck.”  

 I self-consciously tug up the neckline of my sweater, “That's not true, he just brings out a more contumacious side of me.”  

 “That's literally the definition of being a bad influence, Y/N.”  

 “Ugh. Not it’s not, he makes me more outgoing, I feel excited and giddy around him. Plus, I love him.” I stick out my tongue at my two friends and they lay off a bit, laughing at my childish antics.  

 Speaking of Eddie, I start to feel a sense of longing for him in this very moment. Ever since I’ve met him, I feel this constant sense of boredom when he's not around. He makes me feel alive and exhilarated. If he were here right now, we’d be laughing our asses off at everyone’s too serious expressions.  

 I feel myself smiling like an idiot at my thoughts, and glance up at the clock eager to see Eddie once again.  

 “Alright everyone, it’s 10:30! Time to wrap it up! For the long of God please make sure all your pieces have been written by tomorrow or principal Higgens will have my ass!” I yell out to everyone as they start packing up their stuff and heading out the door.  

 I’m one of the first to leave and as soon I exit the doors a pair of hands wraps around my waist, spinning me towards them. I come face to face with a smiley Eddie. My lips immediately separate and form a wide toothy grin. He pulls me closer as I laugh. Our noses are touching and he whispers, “There’s my little writer.” against my lips before giving me a quick peck on the lips.

 He pulls away as I say, “Well hello to you too, Mr. Munson.”  

 We start to walk down the Hall as he wraps a protective arm around my shoulder.

 “You know, sweetheart, I’m actually kind of digging this whole sexy teacher thing you have going on.”  

 “What do mean?” There’s a humorous tone in my voice.  

 “I was watching you through the window on the door. You’re all walking around revising people’s work, directing them, dismissing them.”  

 “You're crazy, Munson.”  

 “Only about you, Y/N, only about you. Almost makes me want to join the school paper.”

 I’m laughing and Eddie is watching me with a content smile. I notice people are watching me and him walk together. It’s not unusual for this to occur, when people found out about me and Eddie, they were nothing short of shocked. Hawkins High had an idea of me, an idea that couldn't be any more different than the idea they had of Eddie.  

 Their idea of me is very clean. I’m a good student, I get good grades, I abide by the rules, I’m innocent in every way possible, I’m soft, a people pleaser if you will. I’m nothing more than good. Their idea of Eddie is extremely tainted. He’s not the brightest, he’s a rule breaker, he’s a stoner, he’s rough, he simply didn’t care. Where they right? Perhaps they were but that doesn't mean someone like me can’t love Eddie, and that Eddie is crazy in every way. You know what they say, opposites attract.

 “They're staring again.”  

 “Hm, I guess they are.”  

 I hide my face in the crook of his arm not liking the attention.  

 “Well then let’s give them something to watch.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye.  

 “Eddie-” 

  He cuts me off, kissing me once again, his lips move in sync with mine, and I can feel the tips of his tongue start to nudge my lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth. His hand moves down my shoulder to my waist, pulling me closer as we stop walking all together. I hear movement stop in the hallway and the nose level gets slightly more hushed. His hand travels back up my back and into the hair at the back of my head, twisting in my hair. One of my hands is grasping his bicep for leverage as the other holds my notebook. I let out a whimper, only quiet enough for to Eddie hear.  

 Before Eddie this wasn’t my thing, PDA that is, but since him, all I want is for him to act on his desires at any moment. It makes me giddy when I think about him wanting others to know about us, he wants poeple to know I'm his and he's mine. I think it's sweet, and like, insanely hot.

 He finally pulls away, leaving me to hope we’ll resume this rendezvous later, in private. His lips are ever so slightly smudge with my pink lip-gloss and I can just feel how swollen my lips are, “What were you saying?” He asks me, smugly.  

 I shake my head, moving his hand back to my shoulder, “real smooth, love.”  

 People carry on with their judgmental looks and Eddie knows it’s making me conscious because he tips my head up with his free hand, “Hey sweetheart, people only care so much because they love to be envious when others are happy. Or at least I hope your happy.”  

 He adds that last part to lighten the mood.

 “of course, you make me happy.”  

 He gives me a warm smile as I continue on, “People love to throw rocks at things that shine.”  

 “Exactly. And don’t you worry your pretty little mind because we are carrying on that little stunt later.” He winks at me pulling away, and slyly slaps my ass as we arrive at my next class.  

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things moodboard #stranger things #fluff #steve harrington #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #max mayfield #eleven #chief hopper #taylor lyrics #joyce byers #johnathan byers #argyle #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

getting horned up on the couch + chief jim hopper ✨

🧡 you two were lying on the couch, watching a movie like usual on one of hop's day's off, legs intertwined, his big, broad chest pressed up against yours

🧡 you could feel his deep breaths against your neck, the occasional baritone chuckle or hum in agreement to an observation you made, and tbh, it made your pussy flutter

🧡 at first it was fine, bc the show was relatively interesting, but after an hour had gone by, you couldn't help but notice the feeling of his strong, thick arms wrapped around your middle, and cradling your head; or the soft bristle of his beard buried against your face

🧡 suddenly the temperature started to rise in the room, and the urge to subtly grind your hips into his groin was one you couldn't hold off on any longer

🧡 softly gyrating, nuzzling into his one arm behind your head, you let out a barely audible whine. quiet, high-pitched, straining against your pursed lips,

🧡 it was only after that whine that he noticed something was up; glancing down, he saw what could only be described as your classic horny expression: furrowed brows, the biggest babydoll pout, nose partially-scrunched up in concealed frustration~

🧡 only then did he start to piece things together, really taking in the sight; your left hand on the pillow underneath you, inadvertently pushing up your breasts to the point of spilling out of your top, exposing your horned up, perky nipples

🧡 he'd eventually let out a bigger sigh, testing to see if you caught onto his awareness, but you didn't. your aims to keep it to yourself, and keep pretending to watch the show were definitely valiant efforts, but now he knew, he wasn't going to let it slide that easily

🧡 leaning down, pressing a gentle kiss to your exposed jaw, he whispered a soft, "..baby..somethin' you wanna tell me..?", chuckling when your eyes shifted from the tv up to his small smirk, biting your lip in embarrassment

🧡 "i.. just- hmhmm..i'm horny, hop..need your help.." was the only thing you could muster. a little pathetic, although he knew exactly what you needed; but after the brattiness of yesterday, he wasn't in any mood to give you what you wanted

🧡 leaning down, he parted his lips for a lazy, sloppy kiss; groaning softly as it only made you grind harder into his now hardened erection

🧡 lifting a hand up to cup his face, you continued the kiss, turning away from the tv to gain better access to his lips- maybe if you behaved extra well, he'd give you exactly what you wanted. but that would take a lot more than a kiss and some grinding..

this was on my mind, i couldn't help it- season 2 thick hopper makes me >O< >o< >O< if u get my gist.

+ if you liked this, maybe try requesting urself - i'm currently open and accepting, so here's the link!

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[vilentia]

Finding Love at the Diner

Jim Hopper x reader

Summary: Can Jim overcome his past trauma and insecurities to pursue a new relationship, or will his fear of vulnerability hold him back?

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Jim Hopper and you have known each other for a while, often seeing each other at the diner and exchanging pleasantries. However, tonight is different. Jim walks into the diner after a stressful day at work and locks eyes with you, feeling a strong connection that he's never felt before.

Despite his attraction, Jim hesitates to approach you, feeling insecure about his past and unsure of how to express his feelings. He's been hurt before and doesn't want to put himself in a vulnerable position again. Jim worries that his past trauma will prevent him from having a healthy relationship and that he's not good enough for you.

You see Jim looking hesitant, standing by the door, and invite him over to sit at your booth.

"Hey Jim, what's up? You look like you've had a long day," you say, giving Jim a friendly smile.

Jim feels relieved that you've noticed him and welcomed him over, and he relaxes into the booth. "Yeah, it's been a rough one. Thanks for noticing," he replies, feeling grateful for the invitation.

The two of you start chatting and laughing, and Jim can feel his guard slowly coming down. He finds himself opening up to you, sharing things he's never told anyone before.

"I used to come to this diner a lot with my daughter before she passed away. It's tough being here without her, but something about this place always makes me feel a little better," Jim shares, feeling a little emotional.

You listen with empathy, and you share your own stories of loss and grief. Jim feels a deep connection to you, and as the night goes on, you start talking about your dreams for the future.

"You know, I've always wanted to take a road trip across the country. Just me and someone I care about, seeing all the sights and having new experiences," Jim says, looking wistful.

You nod, feeling the same way. "I've always wanted to try skydiving. I know it's scary, but I think it would be exhilarating," you reply, smiling.

As the night comes to a close, Jim musters up the courage to ask you out on a date. "Hey, would you want to grab dinner with me sometime? I know a great little diner a few towns over. It's nothing fancy, but the milkshakes are out of this world," he says, feeling a little nervous.

You smile and nod, "I would love to, Jim. It sounds like a great time."

The night of the date arrives, and Jim is a bundle of nerves as he picks you up at your house. He's gone all out to make the night special, dressed in his best clothes and bought a small bouquet of flowers.

"Hey, you look beautiful," Jim says, his voice low and warm as he takes in the sight of you.

You blush, feeling shy yet excited. "Thanks, you look great too," you reply, taking in Jim's handsome appearance.

You drive to the cozy diner Jim had mentioned, and as soon as you walk in, Jim feels the tension release from his body. The diner is small and cozy, with a jukebox playing oldies tunes and a menu full of classic American fare.

As the night goes on, you both relax and open up to each other, talking about your past and your hopes for the future. Jim shares his fears and insecurities about his past and his worries about being in a relationship again.

"I don't want to hurt you or be hurt again, you know? I feel like I'm damaged goods sometimes," Jim admits, feeling vulnerable.

You listen with empathy, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I understand, Jim. We've all been hurt before, but that doesn't mean we can't try again. I believe in second chances," you reply, looking into Jim's eyes.

Jim feels a warmth spreading through his chest, and he leans in for a sweet kiss. You both feel the spark of something new and exciting between you, and as you part, Jim feels happy and hopeful for what's to come.

The night ends with you both walking to the car, hand in hand, and sharing one more tender kiss. You both know that this is just the beginning, and you feel excited for what's to come.

Over the next few weeks, Jim and your relationship blossoms, and you start dating more frequently, often going to the diner you had your first date. You continue to share your stories and dreams, building a deep connection.

Jim still struggles with his past trauma, but you are patient and supportive, always there to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on. You enjoy many fun and romantic dates, such as stargazing, picnics, and even a weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods.

One day, Jim and you are sitting at the diner when Jim suddenly looks up at you with a shy yet determined look on his face. "Hey, I know we've only been dating for a few weeks, but I just have to say this... I love you," Jim says, feeling his heart in his throat.

Your face lights up with happiness, and you reply, "I love you too, Jim. I've been wanting to say it for a while."

You share a sweet kiss, knowing that you're both ready for the next step in your relationship. You start to make plans for the future, like moving in together and even talking about marriage.

Months later, Jim and you are living together, happy and in love. You have built a life together, filled with love and laughter. Jim's insecurities have faded away, and he finally feels like he's found his place in the world with you by his side.

As you lay in bed, cuddled up together, Jim looks over at you and takes your hand. "I know I've said it before, but I just have to say it again... I love you," Jim says, his voice filled with emotion.

You smile and squeeze his hand, "I love you too, Jim. Always."

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[feral-jackdaw]

Au where Hopper is still the chief of police in s4

Eddie knows he can't tell Jason the truth. Not only will he not be believed, but probably also make it seem like he had completely lost his mind, granting himself an one-way ticket to an insane asylum.

But at some point, he breaks. He just can't take it anymore. With blood and tears dripping down his face, he begins to tell them everything. About the portal to alternate dimension that opened in Hawkins. About Vecna. About how Chrissy was in some kind of trance and then just got lifted into the air and-

“Shut up, freak,” Jason cuts him off, pushing him over to the ground. "See? You can't tell the difference between reality and your stupid games anymore! You've gone crazy!" he shouts.

He continues to rant, but his words turn into a blur to Eddie, who can barely focus on anything else than the pain spreading all over his body. He wonders if they broke any of his bones.

But soon, it becomes the least significant of his problems. Soon, he's lead into the police station, and he listens to Jason proudly announce to the police chief Jim Hopper that they have Eddie Munson.

“He's totally out of his mind,” the boy reports. “He talks about some monsters from his game as if they were real. No wonder he's dangerous, he's insane!”

“Thank you, boys,” the police chief speaks. “Don't worry, I will take care of this,” he assures, grabbing Eddie's arm and leading him into his office.

Eddie can feel his whole body shaking. He doesn't know what to do anymore, he just wishes he could disappear.

“Alright, kid,” Hopper's voice rouses Eddie from his thoughts. The man looks around, as if to make sure no one can hear them, and speaks again in a lower tone, “now, tell me more about the monsters, will you?"

After Eddie eventually tells him everything, he calls the rest of the Upside Down team to discuss what to do next. They decide that for now, it would be the best if Eddie remained in custody. But of course, Hopper promises to Eddie and his uncle that he will find a way to fix this. In the meantime, the whole squad makes sure that Eddie has everything he needs. The kids spend most of their free time keeping him company. Joyce brings him homemade food. Hopper even finds a way to let Eddie have his guitar.

And Eddie is mostly fine. His wounds are slowly healing, his friends are there for him, and, most of all, someone actually believes his innocence. There's an actual chance that his name will be cleared.

There's just one problem. The nightmares. Ever since he witnessed Chrissy's death, he can't close his eyes without his brain making him watch it all over again. And what's even worse, he's all alone when this happens.

Soon, the kids begin to notice that it seems as though Eddie wasn't getting any sleep. He relucantly tells them everything, and they begin searching for a solution.It soon becomes clear that none of them can really stay with Eddie at night. Neither do any of Eddie's older friends; they all have school in the moring. But then, after brainstorming for a while, the kids announce that they found someone who may be able to keep Eddie company. They refuse to tell him who that is, though.

Little do they know that Eddie is about to have a heart attack the next day when his former crush Steve Harrington shows up and offers to stay for the night. And little does Eddie know that he's about to find out that his stupid crush on the boy never really went away.

It's a bit awkward at first, but the two gradually find common ground. They talk about school, gossip about the kids, Steve fills Eddie in on the details about the Upside Down, because, as it turns out, he's also involved with it all.

Perhaps that's why he knows exactly how to soothe Eddie when he jolts awake in cold sweat; he just knows what it's like. The realization makes Eddie's heart sink; Steve has been alone with this for years. He makes a promise to himself that after all of this is over, he will make sure that Steve never has to be alone again.

Soon, Vecna is defeated, Eddie's name is cleared and his life is slowly returning back to normal... except for one thing. But Eddie doesn't complain. Now that he gets to fall asleep next to Steve, he doesn't have to worry about him being alone. And now, whenever one of them has a nightmare, the other is there to soothe him and hold him close until they both fall back asleep.

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[boogiewrites]

Jim Hopper Masterlist

Jim Hopper

Don't Call Her Annie (Complete) : Annette Horowitz is Joyce's younger sister. She hasn't been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove she isn't a bad person. 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?  Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Part 1 Intro, Part 2 Advice & Arrests, Part 3 Bars, blankets & Bonfires, Part 4 Drunk & Discussions, Part 5 Preferences & Propositions, Part 6 Birthdays & Anniversaries, Part 7 Memories & Monologues, Part 8: Dusk & Dawn. Part 9: Valentine & Variation , Part 10 Reflection & Reassurance Part 11 Dancing & Domesticity Part 12 Music & Misunderstanding Part 13 Nostalgia & Now 

Before & After : 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. Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Chapter 1 Before, Chapter 2 The Day Before, Chapter 3 Preparation, Chapter 4 Pt. 1 The Anniversary, Chapter 4 Pt. 2 The Sleepover  Chapter 5 The Honeymoon Phase , Chapter 6 Control , Chapter 7 Losing It, Chapter 8 Finding It Chapter 9 Figuring It Out

Summer of Hopper : Hopper is in pieces after coming back to Hawkins after Vietnam. How long will you be able to be the strong one if you are also on the edge from taking care of him? If you both break…then what happens? 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Some Legs Are Meant To Be Broken (Complete): 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? (Originated from a request to write Hopper in a similar situation to Andy Dwyer from Parks and Rec when he had two broken legs. This was where that prompt took me.)  Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 

One Shots - Jim Hopper (SMUT)

An Act of Nature: 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? An act of nature?

Not the fun kind of Daddy issues: Jim Hopper is your ex-husband. The fire burned bright but you just aren’t good for each other, you know it. 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? Or maybe a little of both?

Long Day, Longer Night: A long day turns into an even longer night after you find yourself alone with the Chief…yet again. (My Valentine's fic. Tried to make something romantic and wax poetic a bit.) <3

Don’t Mess With Jim: It’s been a long week without being able to see your favorite man, and you intend to make sure he remembers what he’s been missing. You’re reminded of just how powerful of an affect Jim’s words can have on you (and others).

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[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone (Part 2)

Pairing: Jim Hopper x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: This is a continuation of "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone" where the reader is a secretary at the Sheriff's Department and Hopper drives her to and from work everyday. Hopper gets worried when he finds out the reader is sick and decides to take care of her. This story is the aftermath and set a few days after the reader has recovered. Set before the events of Season One of Stranger Things.

Tropes: Mutual pining, angst, fluff, grump x sunshine, age gap (reader is fresh out of college), jealousy, shy reader

Warnings: No Smut, mostly fluff, self-deprecating talk, indecisiveness, occasional cursing/a lot of cursing, Hopper is a little OOC, contains a few references to sex (I'm going to label this one mature just in case, only because of Sandra.)

Word Count: 4.7k (I'm so sorry- but not really because it's great)

There is a minimal use of (y/n). Any references to the reader besides the (y/n) is done using "your" or "you."

Internal monologue is done in italics

Honestly, this is kinda self-indulgent, but absolutely necessary. If you don't like, don't read. If you do like, you're my favorite!

ENJOY!

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Exactly four days later you feel 100 times better and are ready to go back to work. Hopper hadn't stopped by again, but he had called to see how you were feeling and if you needed a ride to work. You glance at your reflection in the mirror trying not to cringe at the memory of Hopper peeling you off the bathroom floor and tucking you into bed.

UGH. I can't believe he saw me like that. You groan to yourself. All stuffy, hoarse, and drippy. EW. You internally curse Marcie for bringing back the illness from work. But then you thank her.

You had spent an entire day with Jim Hopper and you weren't scared. It wasn't that you were afraid of him hurting you, but rather that you were shy and usually couldn't think of too much to say to him without blurting out how nice you thought he looked.

He made you soup, carried you to bed, and carried you to the couch. Your cheeks warm with the memory of how perfect it felt to be held against his large chest, how his arms seemed to be made to carry you. You glance at my reflection in the mirror, thinking about putting on some of Marcie's makeup.

After Jim had seen you sick, you thought that maybe today you should try harder to dress up to erase the image of your feverish and leaky self the other day. You stutter on the thought of his name. When he left you hadn't meant to say it, you just wanted to call him by his first name because what he was doing felt personal and in that moment calling him Hopper, sounded wrong.

Maybe I scared him. You snort at the thought of scaring a man almost three times your size.

You were aware that your feelings for Hopper had passed work colleagues and friends a while ago, and you had been successfully ignoring them, until he showed up like a knight in shining armor and took care of you when you were sick.

I mean the man peeled me off the bathroom floor and TALKED TO MY MOTHER.

You flinch at that though. That had been increasingly awkward when she demanded to know if you were sleeping with your boss, a question that Marcie asked you when Hopper left and she came out of the shower with a wide smirk. When you said no she then tried to convince you that he wanted to, but you shook her off and went to bed.

Bed being a relative term, because every time you closed your eyes you thought about how good it felt to be pressed against him when he carried you.

That entire day all you could think of was that it seemed like maybe he had feelings for you too, but then when you hugged him and said his name he bolted.

You sigh to yourself, applying a small amount of mascara to your lashes, that you will inevitably rub off, and spritz your tangerine perfume twice in the air before glancing one more time in the mirror and walking to the living room.

Hopper's car appears in the driveway and you practically float out the front door, smiling to him through the windshield before looking down at the ground with red cheeks.

"Hi." You smile at him while climbing up into the car with as much grace as you can muster.

"Hey." His smile is wide, but his voice sounds a little hoarse.

"Oh no are you getting sick. I'm so sorry-"

Hopper clears his throat. "It's okay I'm fine."

"Well just let me know and I can make you some chicken soup, return the favor- ya know." You smile wider moving closer to the middle of the car, to bump your knee against his.

"Yeah." Hopper leans away, making you feel like a bucket of ice water has been dropped on you.

What did I do?

"Well I made you some lemon squares anyway." You reach into your purse before pulling out the container to give it to him.

"Lemon Squares?" The corner of his lip quirks.

"Yeah I made them from scratch."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. It's what I wanted to do before I started working at the department." You place the box on the seat between you.

"Make lemon squares?"

"No. Open a bakery." You blush looking out the window of the car and thinking of all the plans you had. "Now that kinda feels like that is on the back burner for a bit, just until I get more comfortable in Hawkins."

"I didn't know you liked baking that much." He looks over at you curiously from under the brim of his hat in a way that makes you believe that he sees right through you.

"Yeah I went to a fancy schmancy baking school and everything and I was going to open a bakery where I lived, but Marcie called, said she had cheap rent here and we always said we would be roommates so-" You shrug your shoulders. "Ended up here."

"And you hate it?" Hopper offers.

"No. It's just different." You smile over at him. "I actually really like working at the department, everyone's really friendly."

He snorts. "Not everyone."

"So what? You're a little grumpy, I think it's kinda cute-" As soon as the words pass through your lips you suddenly think that you've said something wrong, because Hopper's entire body goes taunt and he looks away out the windshield. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" You begin to apologize, blushing deeply.

You honestly hadn't meant to say it, but it was all you thought when you walked by his office door and saw him scowling down at some paperwork on his desk or when Callahan would ask him a stupid question before Hopper had his coffee.

"It's okay." Hopper's voice is tight, but he doesn't look at you in the minute that follows before he pulls into the parking lot of the station. He practically jumps from the car before he puts it in park, which you don't understand because you believe it should be you that's embarrassed. You didn’t think it would offend him so much.

Your cheeks are still burning with embarrassment as you walk behind him through the front doors, that he holds open for you, without making eye contact.

"Hey (y/n)! Good morning! I got you coffee." Callahan gestures with a full mug in his hand so enthusiastically he spills some of it on the stack of papers on the edge of your desk.

"Oh-um- thanks Callahan." Your smile is tight lipped, still too focused on what just happened in the car to give Callahan your full attention.

Callahan usually said hello before his shift and did occasionally bring you coffee. And although you thought he was sweet, he was too sweet. You preferred Hopper's grouchiness to Callahan's happy go lucky attitude, but still appreciated Callahan's positivity in the office.

Hopper growls something under his breath and sidesteps around Callahan to get to his office without looking back. Callahan follows behind him obediently asking Hopper about something that happened yesterday.

You sit down at your desk and try really hard not to cry, but every second sit there what you said and Hopper's reaction chase each other round and round in your head.

How could I be so stupid? How could I say that? He's your boss- you shouldn't be trying to get close to him.

At lunchtime you try again.

Your knock at his office door is light, but after an audible pause he tells you to come in. Hopper's eyes are focused on the stack of papers in front of him, cigarette still smoking in the ashtray, and although you know he's working, you have the sneakiest suspicion that he is faking. The Hopper before this morning usually looked up as soon as you walked in and smiled, ignoring the stack of papers on his desk no matter how tall it was- but not today, not in the aftermath of your slip-up.

"Hey I just thought I'd bring you a lemon square to go with your lunch." You smile at him, hoping that he will acknowledge your entry into the room.

"Uh-thanks." He doesn't look up.

You place it just on the edge of his desk just out of his vision, waiting for him to say something else, but he doesn’t.  His gaze remains leveled at the paper. So you turn to go, defeated.

"Hey (y/n)-"

You whirl around, your heart surging-

"Um I'm going to be a little late tonight. Maybe you should call Marcie to come get you." He says it plainly, controlled, still looking down at the file.

"Oh-um-okay." Your heart breaks inside your chest and tears begin to bubble up in your eyes, but you hold back the tears. "That's alright I hope you don't have to stay too late."

You practically run to the bathroom before the tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, soft sobs shaking your shoulders. Why did I do this? Why couldn't I have kept my big mouth shut? Pretend that I didn't have feelings? The mascara you applied that morning blurs and stains the soft skin below your eyes. You spend another 8 minutes in the bathroom trying to remove it and finally when you emerge from the bathroom with bloodshot eyes and bright pink skin, your day somehow gets worse.

Sandra breezes past your desk as soon as you sit down. Damn Sandra. You have to clench your teeth together to avoid the slew of curses that bite against the tip of your tongue.

"Hopper." She purrs sauntering over to catch Hopper just as he leaves his office. She's wearing a dark red dress that hugs her every curve and runs one hand through her perfectly curled black hair where two plastic earrings tangle into the strands.

What person wears a dress that revealing to work? You think to yourself, watching Sandra flash her perfectly tan skin when she pulls off her sweater, before leaning into Jim with a sickening smile.

You force your eyes onto a piece of paper on my desk, but the words all blur together into a haze of black and white.

Sandra was in essence... everything you wanted to be. She was confident, sexy, and beautiful. She also wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind, that became increasingly apparent when Hopper first started driving you to and from work and she cornered you in the bathroom.

*4 Months Ago*

"So you and the chief are getting cozy-" She was waiting at one of the vanity mirrors for you to come out of a stall while applying a fresh coat of dark red lipstick.

"Um I don't think we-" You had practically jumped when she appeared outside your stall door. Sandra hadn't said two words to you since you started working at the department. She worked in the call room and answered the phone, while you worked in the main lobby with Flo.

"Look Honey I’m gonna give you some advice, because I’ve seen this happen more than once.”  She makes eye contact with you, still swiping the dark colored stick back and forth, purposely plumping out her lips. “Sure he seems interested in you now, maybe he takes you out once or twice, laughs at your jokes, pays for dinner, is just the right amount of charming- Jim Hopper is the smoothest man who knows how to work any woman under him.” She pauses with a sigh. “He’ll screw your brains out- and it will be incredible, mind blowing-but at the end of the day Hopper is damaged goods. Can’t get it together enough to stay with a woman for more than one night, of course we seem to be closer than the others…” She trails off proudly with a shrug, before putting her lipstick in her purse and taking out a tube of mascara. “But I’m warning you now, you can’t have a relationship with him. He's only good for one thing and definitely not boyfriend material. Anything he says to you before he gets you in bed, is just a lie, broken promises. I've seen it time and time again, all these women who think they can change him. But no. He doesn't change. All that shit with his daughter and his ex-wife messed him up for all of us, which really is a shame because damn I’d like to have him all the time.” Sandra sighs mournfully.

She doesn’t even care what he’s been through, doesn’t even care what he feels. You stand there in stunned silence, trying to stop the all encompassing rage that surges up with her words. How dare she simplify him to just a piece of meat? Jim Hopper is one of the most kind, compassionate men that I've ever met. And yes maybe at the beginning he ignored me, which I've got no idea why, but he's not just something to be used for sex, he's a person. And that's horrible to act like what he went through was nothing. He lost his daughter to CANCER and then he had a divorce. Who wouldn’t be effected by that? I see everyday how it hurts him.

“But if he’s going to be with anyone it’s me. Because we make sense. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” She says swiping her right eye one last time before throwing the mascara in her purse. “He’s definitely not going to want a relationship with someone half his age with no experience. And he always comes back to me.”

“I'll keep that in mind.” Your jaw is clenched together, holding yourself back from throwing down with a coworker. But oh how she deserves it.

“Good.” Sandra winks. “Bye sugar.”

*Present Time*

You flash out of the memory before grabbing a pen from one the cups on your desk so you can pretend to be writing something when in reality you're shamelessly eavesdropping on them and  trying not to notice how Sandra is dragging her claw-like hand across the front of his chest.

"Hey Sandra." Hopper tips his hat with his free hand. You can hear the smile in his voice.

"I was hoping that tonight maybe you could come over? We just had such a nice time the other night and I was thinking that we should do that more often." You don't miss Sandra glance over at you when she says it.

You suddenly wonder how accurately you can throw the pen.

"Uh well." He chuckles.

"You didn't have a good time? Well it sounded like you were having a good time." She presses again, this time sending a flirty smile at him.

I'm going to throw up.

Honestly you had thought about being with Hopper once-well- more than once, but it wasn't just to reduce him to sex. It was because you loved him and you wanted him to just-. You watch the way he looks at Sandra, smiling down at her. You wanted him to look at you the way he looks at her.

He hesitates. "I did."

Hopper glances over Sandra's head at you, catching your gaze, but you immediately drop your eyes, blushing at getting caught. A sickening feeling fills your chest imagining them together, thinking of how he makes her feel, how she makes him feel.

Maybe he really likes her and he's just afraid to tell her or is afraid of the commitment. You consider sadly. I need to just get over this, move on. It’s only going to make working here harder. Plus he’s my boss. Might as well set boundaries… You think about the other day when he took care of you, held you close to his chest so tightly it didn't seem like he was just being friendly. He made me soup, tucked me into bed, carried me to my bed. How can he go from that to barely looking at me? Hot to cold so quickly that I feel like I'm covered in frostbite and sunburnt at the same time?

"Good. I'm free at 6 and I stay up late. Bring some more of that wine, you know how it makes me do crazy things." She winks, before kissing Hopper on the cheek and sauntering away, but not before glancing at you one more time with a smirk.

And there's the answer. He'd rather spend time with her.

You see her pouting her lips in the mirror again, making you feel inferior with just a look. Maybe that's why he doesn't like me, because I'm too young? Inexperienced? It's not like I'm a child. It wouldn't be that weird to date me would it?

You watch him turn and walk back to his office avoiding eye contact with you the whole way, making something tug at your heart as he does. Will today be the last day he drives me to work? All because I said that I thought it was cute that he was grumpy? Maybe this is because he's worried I have feelings for him and he just wants to be friends, which he's right I do, but I wish that he would just tell me, not avoid me!

The next few hours trickle by in a haze while you sit at your desk and try to pretend your heart isn’t broken. Hopper passes exactly twice and both times he doesn’t acknowledge you.

Just like old times I guess. You think about the two months before he started driving you home, when you were still relatively new and he avoiding speaking to you and would give you a tight-lipped smile occasionally that never reached his eyes, for a reason he never explained. You thought it was because he hated you, but it changed when he started driving you home and you hadn't ever asked.

When it’s finally time for you to go you don’t bother to call Marcie, instead you just begin to walk the 1.23 miles home and of course as soon as you leave, it begins to rain.

Exactly 30 seconds after you leave the station you're soaked to the bone and shivering, but you refuse to go back to the department.

I can’t go back and see him again. Everyone else has probably left by now anyway and the last thing I want to do is catch him sneaking off to Sandra's.  He probably wasn't staying late at work, just needed an excuse not to take me home ever again.

Tears fall from your eyes blending with the rain that trickles down your cheeks, making your hair tangle in a wet mat at the nape of your neck, but you don't care. Within 30 minutes I'll be home curled up on the couch after a hot shower, bawling my eyes out properly while Marcie hands me a pint of ice cream from the freezer. You raise your eyes to look at the desolate sidewalk ahead. Just a little longer.

Cars pass you along the road, illuminating your body for a moment before vanishing into the darkness beyond. Each yellowed streetlight stands like a beacon, but all they do is illuminate the raindrops that swirl from the heavens and soak through your thick sweater, that you guessed smelled like a wet dog right about now.

Appropriate because I probably look like a drenched poodle.

Finally a car races past you so fast you feel the wind tear across your body, but instead of vanishing into the night, the car screeches to a halt in the road. The driver shuts off the vehicle, and you watch them maneuver their large figure from the car, before stomping around to the sidewalk where you are walking with your arms wrapped around yourself.

Fear trickles down your back and you think about running. Your mother had sent you countless bottles of pepper spray and despite Marcie's incessant pleas for the two of you to take the only self-defense class in Hawkins, you weren't prepared for something like this. The pepper spray she sent was still on your desk and the self-dense class never seemed to be at the right time for you both to fit it into your schedule. Right about now you wished that you made time.

You prepare to run, when finally the street light above the imposing figure catches the face of the driver beneath his hat and you realize that it's Hopper. He towers over you, glaring down from under his hat.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? I TOLD YOU TO CALL MARCIE TO PICK YOU UP!" He roars dark eyes flashing in the night.

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE OUT HERE WALKING IN THE RAIN ALONE! DAMN IT (Y/N) YOU WERE JUST SICK-"

"Just leave me alone Hopper. Or better yet just get in your car and go to Sandra’s." You shout back, finding your voice.

Who did he think he was? My dad? He drives up out of nowhere, scares the crap out of me, and then he starts yelling at me for no good reason.

"Sandra?" He looks taken aback.

And then whatever shred of self-control you have crumbles.

Tears pour from your eyes like a flood as you curl further into yourself. "I don't understand why you're so mad at me. If this is about what I said in the car, I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you I just-" Another sob chokes your next words. “Please just forget it happened so we can just go back to being friends. I don't want to go back to the way things were before you started giving me a ride. I like talking to you and riding with you and I don't understand what I did to make you hate me so much in the beginning, but please-"

Hopper closes the distance between you so quickly that you don't have time to move away in surprise. His hands go around your waist lifting you up in his arms so he doesn't have to bend down to kiss you. His lips moving furiously against yours, wet from the rain but just as soft as you imagined, mustache tickling your upper lip in a maddening dance that makes you sigh into his mouth.

Your hands gently catch the sides of his face looking into his wide eyes. He's looking at you like he can't believe what he just did.

He looks afraid.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that.” He begins to lean away, hands lowering you to the ground.

You pull him against you and kiss him as deeply as you can, trying to tell him that you want this too, that you want him. "Please don't push me away again." Your words are exhaled in one breath, tears still falling from your eyes.

"I just-" Jim's eyes are wide, but he presses his forehead against yours with a sigh. "I don't want to do this to you, (y/n). I can't-"

"What are you talking about?" Your thumbs rub against his cheekbones, feeling the scratch of his stubble against your soft fingertips.

"I tried to stay away from you because you're so different than me.” He grumbles lowly. “That’s why I didn’t talk to you when you first started workin' at the department.” Hopper looks ashamed of himself, the brim of his hat shielding his eyes from you. "I didn't want to like you like that."

“We’re not that different.”

“We are. You're like the sun (y/n). You brighten a room just by walking in it, hell, just by saying your name.” His eyebrows furrow together and he sighs again. “And I'm just an old grump. I don't want to ruin you or make you-"

You kiss him as softly as you can and he kisses you back confirming that he really doesn't want to push you away. "Jim, you're not going to ruin me. And yes you're grumpy but I think it's cute."

"I've heard." Hopper smiles, but then he frowns when he remembers what happened earlier. "I'm so sorry about today. When you said that in the car the only thing I thought about was how it couldn’t work  and it made me think about you and Callahan. And then he was standing there with your coffee-“

“Jim, there is no me and Callahan. The only thing I want is you and me.” Your forehead leans against his. “You might see yourself as some giant grumpy grizzly bear, but you’re my giant grumpy grizzly bear.”

He snorts, but this time leans towards you to capture his lips against yours, wiping away the cold chill of the rain to set your body ablaze.

An odd look crosses his face as he remembers what you said moments ago. "Please don't be jealous of Sandra. I know she's a lot sometimes. And yes we've spent some time together in the past-" Hopper clears his throat, ashamed. "But the only reason why I kept seeing her was because I was trying to get you out of my head, because I didn't think that you would ever-"

"Jim." You whisper. "You don't have to explain anything-"

"No I do. Flo told me what she said to you in the bathroom."

"What? How did she-" Your cheeks flush, suddenly embarrassed that he had to hear any of the horrible things that Sandra said about him.

"I told Sandra to leave you alone, but I don’t think she listened to me. She's oddly possessive, but we haven't spent half as much time together as she led you to believe-"

"Jim-"

He brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, looking deeply into your eyes. "I promise that the way I feel about her is only a fraction of what I feel about you. And I know that my reputation in town is-" Hopper clears his throat again with red cheeks. "But I don't just want one night with you (y/n), I want more. I haven't wanted more for a long time and that scared me at first, but if you'll be patient with me I'd like to make this work. And I'm sorry that I made you believe that I hated you, when it's the complete opposite."

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t think so lowly of yourself. What Sandra said about you, it's not true. You're more that what she thinks, Jim. She only sees what she wants to, but I know you. You're kind, generous, strong, and you care so much for everyone that I wonder how you give so much of yourself without asking for anything in return.” You move your hands gently around to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, placing a kiss against his cheeks, nose, and mouth for each attribute listed. “I was so happy when you stayed the other day. And when you left all I wanted was for you to come back.”

“I wanted to stay longer, but I was scared that you didn’t want me there."

“I always want you with me. You have no idea how much.” You kiss him again. "I love that you drive me every day, and every morning when you come to pick me up I get excited to see you. I also find myself wanting for work to end so I can see you again."

Hopper smiles softly at you, hands tightening around your waist that sends a thrill up your spine. Everything about this feels right, more perfect than it has felt with anyone else.

"It's difficult to stay in my office, not when I know you're out there. Sometimes I can't get work done until I see you smile." He traces a finger over your lips as if trying to draw your smile across them.

"Jim-"

Hopper kisses you again. "I like it when you say my name." He whispers against your lips, pulling you even tighter against his broad chest.

"I like saying it." You whisper back.

The rain has continued to fall on both of you, by now soaking through Hopper's jacket, but neither of you feel cold.

"Come on. Lets get you home." Hopper breathes beginning to move you towards his car.

"Hmm." You sigh as he lets go to open the door. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He stands there holding the door for a minute, the rain continuing to soak into his uniform as he gazes at where you sit in the front seat.

“What?”

Hopper leans forward and kisses you again, pulling you tightly into his large chest with a groan, as you tangle your fingertips in the front of his rain-soaked clothing, before he pulls back to press his forehead against yours out of breath.

“What was that for?” You ask leaning back on your elbows across the front seat of his car.

Hopper smiles down at you with red cheeks. “I really liked the lemon square.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“As long as I’m a dork that gets to kiss you, I think it’ll be okay.”

"I'm sure we can work something out." You whisper before pulling him down for another searing kiss and allowing the world to melt away into shades of gray and the soft patter of rain against the roof of the car.

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 3

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): it’s cliche it’s trash i don’t care oh no the heating in our apartment is broken guess we’d better cuddle

Word Count: 2.8K

Story Description: It's cold and the radiator in the cabin doesn't work. Will (Y/N)'s plans for the night be ruined?

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a whiff of smut, bad language

A/N: i'm gonna be honest, i have not watched the last season of stranger things, so I'm still in the season 3 mentality. this fic will be set in December after everything that went down on that season (obvs Jim isn't a prisoner and the Byers and El don't move to California)💖 and whoops, I'm late, but there's a bonus coming in a bit 😉

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That's One Way to Get Warm

Hawkins, Indiana got cold. Far too cold for comfort and your heating system not working would be a devastation like no other. The very dilemma (Y/N) was facing at that very moment.

But her day didn’t start that way.

It had actually started quite normal – as normal as it could be with a kid that has biokinetic powers.

They had all had a hell of a year. The Russian infiltration in Hawkins; fighting the Mindslayer; closing the door to the Upside Down; almost losing Jim; Mike and El becoming an item, then not, then yes once more.  

The last two had been the hardest for (Y/N). She had been taking care of Eleven alongside Hopper since he’d taken her in during winter the year before. By that time Hopper and she had just been friends – close friends, but nothing more. He had trusted her with the secret that the girl was out of the upside down and she offered to help him take care of El.

During that time they grew closer than they thought they could. (Y/N) was younger than Hopper and they knew the town would talk – small towns always talk. But they couldn’t help what they felt. And when El went missing they only had each other to lean on. So, that’s what they did.

It didn’t take long for them to finally admit their feelings for one another. Soon thereafter El reappeared in Hawkins. And after defeating more otherworldly creatures, the three of them became a family. And, at least on paper, Jane Hopper was theirs.

The three of them learned something new day by day. (Y/N) learned how to be a mother, El learned how to live and function in society, and Jim Hopper learned patience. So. Much. Patience. In the blink of an eye, he had gone from a lone wolf bachelor to living with his girlfriend and his adopted child. And even though he would not have traded his present life for anything, it took him some time to get used to it – old habits die hard.

Yet they all found their rhythm as a family. It wasn’t long until they felt like a unit. And when their summer from hell came to an end, they were grateful they had each other to fall back onto. It brought them closer than they ever thought possible.

As the months passed, they started having ‘normal’ family problems. Who left an almost empty jug of milk in the fridge; Hopper forgetting special dates; Eggo waffles being finished far too fast; El going out with friends on a school night; El going out with Mike.

The latter was the hardest for Jim and (Y/N). El was growing quickly before their eyes. Although they were not her birth parents, they had been by her side through milestones no other parent would understand. And she was their daughter.

“Okay, honey. You’ve got your gift?” (Y/N) asked El as she was preparing to leave her in Mike’s house for the party’s little Christmas party.

“Yes,” El smiled.

“And Mrs. Wheeler is gonna take you home at nine o’clock, correct?” 

“Yes, (Y/N/N),” she chuckled at her surrogate mother’s persistence. “Can I go now?” 

“Yes, honey,” (Y/N) smiled and hugged her from the driver’s side of the car. “Have fun. I love you!”

“Love you too! Bye!” El called out as she ran from the car to the front door, trying her best to avoid the snowy weather.

As soon as the girl was inside the house, (Y/N) felt confident enough to drive back home. When she got to the cabin, the sun had completely gone. The trail to the cabin had started to get filled with snow and the windows had started to get frosted.

The thing (Y/N) loved the most about the cold was being able to warm up comfortably. Sometimes it was with a warm and thick blanket, other times with a nice fire, and there were other times when she warmed up by partaking in… physical activities. But the radiator was always on.

It was a small cabin, so it didn’t take much to warm up the space. Still, there was nothing better than the radiator. The little machine was a godsend during Indiana winters. Those were simply unforgivable.

(Y/N) wrapped her jacket close to her body as she walked from the warm car to the porch. Snowflakes landed on her hair, melting quickly after contact, dampening her hair a little. As her hands shook, she dug through her bag for the house keys. She could already hear Hop telling her to keep the car keys and the house keys together so she didn’t have to fumble for them.

“But if I lost my car keys, I would lose the home keys as well,” (Y/N) repeats the story herself the same answer she always gave him. This time she was regretting it. “Screw you, Hop.”

Seconds after, she finally fished out the silver keys.

She entered the cabin promptly after, hanging her coat onto the hook and shaking off the snow that had dropped on her. Without thinking much of it, (Y/N) made a beeline for the radiator. The house had become freezing inside in the few minutes she had gone to leave El at the Wheeler’s house. And she wanted Hopper and El to come home to a warm and cozy house.

(Y/N) was a woman with a plan. She would turn on the radiator, put some cookies in to bake, set the fireplace, and wait for her family to come home. It was a nice and perfect plan. Until the radiator didn’t switch on. She turned the valve to the utter end and nothing happened.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?!” (Y/N) yelled out. She had no idea how to fix anything, it was too late to call someone to repair it, and she wanted — needed — heat. So, she called the next best thing. “Hey, Flo. Is Hopper by chance still there?”

“Oh, hello, (Y/N/N),” she chirped. “I’m afraid he already left.”

“Shoot. How long ago?”

“About fifteen minutes already, I think. Is everything okay?”

“Is there a chance you know how to fix a radiator, Flo? Ours is shot.”

“Oh, honey, I can barely work a phone as it is,” she joked. “But I’m sure Hop will be there soon enough.”

“I just hope he doesn’t break it further,” (Y/N) laughed. “You know how he gets.”

“Well, then, start a fire by now cause God knows that man knows how to break things more than he knows how to fix them.” Flo’s laughter rang through the phone, and she couldn’t help but join in. “I’ll tell Randy to go check up on it tomorrow.”

“Alright, Flo, thanks. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you as well, honey.”

As she hung up the receiver, all (Y/N) could do was let out a yell of frustration. Hopper would be home in the next ten to fifteen minutes, which meant ten to fifteen of freezing temperatures. So, she took Flo’s advice and started building a fire in the fireplace. Everything she touched was cold, frozen by the weather outside.

Putting on a jacket and finally getting the fire lit, she tried to do what she had planned. But she could feel the cold seeping into her bones, begging her to sit on the couch in front of the fire. Still, she fought through it and was able to put the cookies in the oven, to at least do one of the things she had planned for.

As she was closing the oven, the front door swung open, and Jim stepped through with a smile on his face. Until he noticed it was as cold inside as it was outside.

“Uh, baby, why isn’t the radiator on?” Hopper asked. “It’s freezing in here.”

“Well, your trusty radiator is broken so we’re stuck with just the fireplace,” she responded. “I was thinking we could put some comforters on the floor, some pillows, and we could all hang out in front of the fireplace tonight. Until we can call someone to repair it tomorrow.”

“Why would we call anyone? I can fix it.”

(Y/N) bit her tongue, not wanting to say anything that could offend him. She knew it would end badly, but she would thoroughly enjoy the journey. She knew her boyfriend would become frustrated with the radiator and eventually break some part of it, which would they then end up replacing the whole thing. She just liked to see him fight with inanimate objects.

He fetched the tool bag from outside, plopping himself in front of the machine. Hopper started by twisting the valve, testing in fact that it wouldn’t turn on. Then, he started twisting bolts that did not need to be tightened. After, he resorted to hitting the pipe that connected the radiator to the valve.

“Um, Hop, I don’t think that’s gonna do anything,” (Y/N) finally chimed in. “We can just call someone tomorrow.”

“You don’t think I can do it?” Hopper grumbled. “We don’t have to spend money paying someone else when I know I can fix it. Just give me a sec.”

(Y/N) could see his eyebrows furrowing, annoyance growing inside him. Nothing he did seemed to work, not even shaking the old machine. Out of frustration, he kept hitting the pipes harder and harder until one of them broke.

“FU-UCK!” Hopper yelled out as he slammed the tools to the floor.

“Hop,” (Y/N) called out lovingly from the couch. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking believe this. This old piece of sh…”

“Baby, come here.”

Finally, the man looked up, any anger he had quickly dissipated when he gazed at her. Hopper got up from the floor, defeatedly walking toward her. He sat next to her, his head in his hands.

“I’ll call up Randy tomorrow morning to see if there’s any point to repair it,” he sighed. “I should’ve just listened to you and left it alone.”

“It’s fine, Flo already called him,” she chuckled. “I love you, Hop, but you’re not good at fixing stuff like this.”

“So, you had no faith in me?”

“Not precisely,” she grinned. “You’re good at so many things, but not this.”

Hopper faked being angry — he did feel a bit offended that his girlfriend didn’t believe in him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, a scowl plastered on his face. He avoided her gaze, knowing he would break the moment he looked into her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Hop. You don’t need to act offended.” (Y/N) bit back her laughter, not wanting to anger him further. She knew exactly how to change his mood quickly. She moved until she was sat next to him, running her fingers across his arms.  “Look on the bright side. We can cuddle on the couch until El gets home.”

It didn’t take much for a mischievous grin to appear on Hopper’s face. Especially when (Y/N) planted a kiss on his lips. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her over him until she was straddling his lap. She let out a gleeful shriek and circled her arms around his neck, lowering her head to meet his lips once again.

“I have an idea on how we can heat up without the radiator,” he grinned. “Might make up for the fact that I broke it.”

“Very funny, baby,” she purred as his beard tickled her neck. He left a trail of kisses from her jaw down to her neck, biting slightly. Just enough to not leave a mark. “But El’s gonna be home soon, and I don’t wanna traumatize her just yet with that kind of thing.”

“But she won’t be here for another…” he looked at his watch. “Another twenty minutes. We can definitely have some fun until then."

“Don’t start something we can’t finish, baby,” she whined against him. (Y/N) was getting warmer. Partly because of the fireplace, but mostly from Hopper. She could feel her want growing – she could also feel him growing, – but she knew they couldn’t go on. Thankfully, the oven beeped. “We should seriously stop, Hop. Either way, I need to get the cookies out of the oven.”

“Oh you’re such a tease,” he groaned as she got off him. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“I don’t know. Think of something else,” she laughed. “Now, help me get the comforters and the pillows out to the living room.”

As (Y/N) placed the cookies on a rack to cool, Hopper started moving the furniture to make space for the bed cover and pillows. He brought out as many blankets as he could and placed them all on the floor, creating two makeshift beds on the floor.

“You know, I was thinking,” Hopper called out.

“That’s never good,” she chuckled.

“Normally, no,” he joined in the laughter. “But I’ve been thinking it’s time we start upsizing.”

“Upsizing? What are you talking about, baby?”

“You know, expanding.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Hop?”

He joined her in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him. He looked down intently into her eyes. “What do you think I’m saying?”

“Bigger house.” He nodded and kissed her temple. “Bigger… family?” He nodded again, kissing her cheek. “Finally a ring on my finger?” 

And he smiled brightly as he nodded, kissing her lips passionately. “I’d say it’s about time.” 

“That is the greatest gift ever, Hop.”

“I wanna talk it over with El first, though. Make sure she’s part of this transition.”

Before she could answer, a honk beeped from outside.

“We can ask her now,” (Y/N) smiled. “She’s here.”

She kissed his cheek and exited the cabin. Outside, Mrs. Wheeler smiled at the woman, waving her hand from the car as Eleven exited the car. The girl said goodbye to the woman and skipped over to (Y/N)’s side where they watched as Mike’s mother drove away.

“Did you have fun, honey?” (Y/N) asked her as they walked inside.

“Yes. Max gave me an Eggo ornament,” she smiled. “Can it go on the tree?”

“Absolutely!”

“Hey, kiddo!” Hopper called out. “How was it today?”

“Fun,” she responded. “I have a waffle ornament. Goes on the tree.”

“Well that’s fun,” he replied, unsure of what to say.

As she placed the lacquered ornament onto the tree, she commented, “It’s cold.”

“Yeah, well, the radiator is kind of broken,” (Y/N) replied. “But I was thinking since the heat is out, we could sleep in front of the fireplace tonight. Before we can eat cookies, snuggle up on the sofa, and watch a Christmas movie. Make a whole thing out of it.”

“Sounds fun,” she responded. “Where do I put ornament?”

“Anywhere you want, honey.”

El levitated the ornament, placing it on the highest point, making sure no one would miss it. A smile spread onto her face, proud of her gift and her work. After, she went into her room to change into her pajamas and later helped (Y/N) plate the cookies while Hopper changed out of his uniform.

A couple of minutes later, the three of them were under thick blankets watching Miracle on 34th Street. Half of the cookies were done and three glasses of milk at different fill heights. And as the movie finished, and they were all slightly crying, Hopper spoke up.

“Hey, kiddo, there’s something we wanted to talk to you about something,” he started and only continued when she gave him all her attention. "(Y/N) and I were thinking that it was time for us to start expanding. Buy a bigger house, get married, maybe have a baby. What do you think about that?”

“With me?” El asked worriedly.

“Absolutely, honey,” (Y/N) answered quickly. “We would never think of a future without you. El, you are our daughter now and forever. Don’t ever doubt that.”

(Y/N) took the girl into her arms and gave her a tight hug, one Hopper joined after, his big arms surrounding them both. Tears were streaming from (Y/N)’s eyes and she wasn’t sure if it was from the movie or what El had asked.

“I would like it,” she said after. “Big house, a brother or sister. Big, happy family.”

Once they were all settled on their respective makeshift beds on the floor and El was deeply asleep, Hopper placed a soft kiss on (Y/N)’s lips. On his face, a huge smile danced, his eyes full of love.

“What was that for?” (Y/N) chuckled tiredly.

“For everything,” he sighed contentedly. “For our future, for helping me with El even if you didn’t have to, for putting up with me, for giving me a chance, for…”

(Y/N) gave him another kiss to stop his rambling. “I wouldn’t change this for the world, Hop. You, El, and whatever comes next, that’s my forever,” she smiled. “And take tomorrow off. El is gonna be gone for the whole day.”

With a grin on his face, he responded, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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Jim Hopper- Holidate

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!reader

POV: Hopper/Reader

Warnings: Being in love with each other, Christmas, loneliness, modern

Summary: Chief Hopper and Y/n meet in the ER on Christmas Day. For whatever reason Hopper stays so that Y/n doesn't have to be alone during Christmas

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.3k

Stranger Things Master List // The Elders Master List

I had only meant to be driving for some food. For some milk from the store. I hadn’t anticipated just how much snow, and ice would be all over the ground. The drive to the store hadn’t been too bad, nor at the walk around the store. 

I grabbed the milk and some microwave meals. Some peeps are decorated to look like Santa and any other Christmas-flavored thing that they can sell. Had I meant to wear more right clothes, yes? Should I have even left my house, probably not? 

Was I hungry fuck yes, so I did it anyways, even though as I walked out of my house I heard my local news channel say, “Do not under any circumstances drive in the snow and ice? You can get into an accident. Stay home and keep the news channel said as I closed my doors. 

I never made it home though. Cold shivers ran down my spine as I walked out of the store with my bags. My feet slipped under the snow and ice. It was Hawkins after all, snow fell and bad spells were all over this town. My car was covered with a light layer of snow, and flurries flying in the sky. 

I should have noticed that something was up when my car stuttered to life. The engine did not want to deal with the cold air around it. I had to try again, almost a third time before the engine fell to life. A gust of hot air came to wrap the inside of the car, and my cheeks and fingers were numb to the touch. I tried everything during the harsh winters in Hawkins. Gloves, and long hats that covered my ears. Putting my sleeves up to the hot air vents to let the air float around my shivering body. 

I just should have stayed right there in the parking lot. Away from the slick roads, but all I could think about was my warm bed, maybe even calling the chief Hopper. Seeing that maybe after the fall of snow, I could bring him some of my homemade candies for Christmas. Our relationship was one that was odd. We weren’t a thing, even though the little kids were all around town that we were. The high school that I worked at even thought so, my best and worst students could all agree that I had the hots for the chief of our small town and that he had the hots for me. 

I drove down the road anyway. Not really thinking, the radio played soft and low music. Christmas music was a way to Merry for the snow that was falling down, on those icy roads. The lights of the town started to fade as I drove further and further away from the inner town. The further out I got the worse the roads got, and the icier was laying underneath the snow. 

Lying in wait for any innocent driver to attack. I wasn’t fast, but did that really matter with the ice all over the roads? No, it wouldn’t have mattered if I was biking, hiking, or walking home.The ice had the ability to change your life no matter what you were doing. One wrong turn, too fast, or even too slow and I was spinning out of control.

Sure I had lived here in Hawkins for all of my life. Going to high school and college with Hopper and Byers. I hadn’t gotten the best driving lesson, the ice and snow weren’t around when I was given my driver’s license. The challenge started long before I left the store. The road curved, and I spun the wheel the wrong way. Turning the car out of control. Forest laid all in front of me, the harsh split of dark greens and browns mixed with the fresh new layers of white and clear. 

It was all in a blur as my car spun out of control hitting and rolling in the snow into a bank of ice. I breathed for the first time, and then the airbags exploded in front of my face. My head hit the headrest. My neck jolted back with pain, as it spread to new places. Like my arm, mostly my wrist. Pinned between my own body, and the crushed door, I couldn’t get my thoughts straight as my surrounding started to get blurry. I was trying to stay away, trying desperately to get to my phone. Anything to do, the cold air rushing into the car, shivers running down my body, as the pain from my neck and wrist started to get worse. 

Finally, my good hand grabbed onto my cell. I didn’t have to wait long to find Hopper’s contact. Should I have just called the station, probably. So, hopefully, Hopper would pick up his phone. He’d pick it up for the girl that the whole town thought he loved. 

He loved me, right? 

I loved him, right? 

Stop, and focus on the damn call. 

My phone lit up with a call. At nearly ten at night, I should have turned the damn thing off, but I was convinced by Joyce to leave it on for emergencies. I had just got home from my shift, the last run around town to make sure shit was hitting the fan on Christmas day. Stupid kids throwing snowballs at houses, or teenagers stealing shit from other people. 

I just wanted to get warm and wait for my call from Y/n. It was odd she had yet to call. I had told her earlier in the week to not leave the house unless it was absolutely needed. And even if it was then she could have called me and I would go bring it to her. 

I dug my phone out of my back pocket. There she was, calling me almost on time. 

“Y/n, are you doing alright you’re a little late with your call?” I asked her. I was fine, and then the phone call was silent. No goofy answer-back, no smart remark to be witty. Nothing but the uneven breathing behind the phone. “Y/n?” I asked again, panic was starting to build behind all of my emotions. Nothing would be as bad as I thought it was. 

More uneven breathing more worry seeping into my warming bones. 

“Y/n, god damn it answers me,” I said, slamming my hand down on the wooden coffee table. “Hop, I…” God her voice was so bad, shivering with each word. She sounded like she was running, barely keeping up with her heartbeat. “What’s wrong, tell me?” I pleaded with her. “Hop, I went out… to the store.” She said, I stopped, my hands were shaking. The phone was barely placed up against my cheek. I wasn’t outwardly panicking anymore, everything had been pushed down to deal with the issue at hand. 

“Are you okay?” I asked. A stupid question given her breathing at the start of this call. “My… My car spun, and I’m pretty sure my wrist is broken or at least fractured, my head hit the wheel then the head rests. Everything is so…” Y/n said her breathing quicking then stopped short. 

I wasn’t even lacing up my boots before she stopped talking, throwing the truck into reverse.  I didn’t care that I wanted to be warm anymore, Y/n was hurt after I told her to not leave her house. I told her, I stayed on the call. I had to stay on the call. I could call in an emergency vehicle to be dispatched to Y/n’s house, but I doubt that’s where she was. “Where are you? I need to know Y/n.” I asked her. 

A shaky breath came before she gave me the location. Not far from the town, not far from the town. I repeated in my head. Was this really happening? I couldn’t drive like a crazy person. I and to be safe or Y/n would never get the help that she needed. I reached the crash before anyone else did. Her car was a mess. The drivers side was all bashed in, and airbags were popped as well. Deflated, I could barely see her through the frost and snow that was falling down onto the Old Hawkins road. 

Being the chief came with some sorta perk, right?

Completed on: 01/11/23

Posted on: 01/12/23

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hii can you pls do a quickie fic where hopper is late and is about to leave for work, but reader has been teasing him since he woke up so hopper decides to rail reader in his uniform

Gotta make this quick

First of all sorry for taking long, I had a very busy week, anyway enjoy!! Pairings: Jim Hopper x M! reader Warnings: Rough sex

It was just another day, you woke up in Hopper’s arms as you both lazily started waking up and getting out of bed, both not wanting to wake up, “I don’t wanna wake up” Hopper whined, “Don’t be a baby, Jim” you said, “Now go shower, I’ll make you breakfast” he was honestly such a big baby sometimes, “Ugh fine” he said, going to the shower, oh god, you were horny again, Hopper could always make you horny, he was just so hot and it was unbelievable you had him to yourself.

You got breakfast ready, just toast and butter, the way Hopper liked it with his coffee, “Mornings are for coffee and contemplation” he always says, and you definitely followed that phrase, you drank your coffee as you contemplated him. 

But Hopper was taking very long, so you went upstairs to come get him, you opened the door and walked in on him combing his hair, “Hop, food’s gonna cool” you complained, “Coming coming” only then did you see his hard cock, fuck, it was gonna be so hard to not be begging for it. 

Hopper finally went downstairs as he started eating his breakfast, you sat next to him and you couldn’t resist touching him. You teased him in so many ways as the man ate his breakfast and by the time he had almost finished there was a significant lump on his leg which suggested he might be enjoying this too… you started lightly nibbling on his neck, “Baby- what’s up with you?” he said, as he finished his last sip of coffee, you decided to tell him the truth, how horny you were, “I’m horny, Hop” you said, getting on your knees, he looked up at you in his uniform, he looked so powerful… you wanted him to leave you unable to walk, “But I need to hurry up” he said, obviously wanting to fuck you as well, 

“And I need you in me, please, Jim, please!!” you moaned as you grinded on his hard cock, “Let’s get this over with then, quickly,” he said, as he took you in his arms and placed you on the kitchen counter.

Hopper took his dick out of his pants and smeared lube all over it, there was a bottle of lube almost everywhere in the house since he could fuck you anywhere he pleased, “Fuck- Jim-” you said as he slid his dick in you, “Mind if I’m  a bit rough baby? Gotta hurry,” he said, “Be as rough as you want baby-” you moaned and he immediately started fucking you hard, kitchen counter shaking with his vigorous thrusts and you screamed as the intense pleasure only he could give you spread around your body in ripples.

Hopper looked at the clock, realizing he was running late, but he was already too caught up in your ass to pull out, so he kept fucking you, in 2 minutes, you’d already came all over yourself, keeping your dick out of Hopper’s uniform’s range so you couldn’t stain it with cum, “Don’t get that on my uniform” he grunted, “Fuck me, chief” you said, and that awoke something in him, he started rutting into you, almost breaking you.

He sped up his thrusts, he was fucking you faster and harder than he ever had, and a second orgasm erupted from you, your cum stainign your shirt all over, Hopper’s uniform now with sweat in the underarms and around the neck. Hopper suddenly moaned and thrust one last time, that last thrust so hard you could swear something fell off the table, but you didn’t care anyway, as Hopper’s dick twitched inside you as his cum flooded your guts. He sighed as he pulled his dick out of you, his cum leaking out of your ass and kissed you, “I’ll take care of you when I’m back home baby, okay?” he said as he hugged you tenderly but hurriedly, “Okay darling” you said, “thank you” “You’re welcome, be back at 5 okay? Love you” “Love you too, have a good day!!” you said as he left for work, knowing you’d be back on his dick as soon as he got back…

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Jim hopper request, hopper take reader in a vacation at a cabin for Christmas and when it’s Christmas Day and gives her gift inside is a engagement ring

Ofc I love this idea!

Jim Hopper x Reader

'Is the Blindfold Really Necessary?'

"Is the blindfold really necessary?" You ask as Hopper pulls out of the driveway. He had told you he had a big Christmas surprise. You were thrilled, and then he said you would have to be blindfolded the entire drive.

"Necessary? No. But is it entertaining? Yes," Hopper replies and you don't have to be able to see to know he has a smug smile on his face.

"I'm sorry babe, you grew up here. You would know exactly where we were going. You aren't going to spoil the surprise," Hopper replies.

This was going to be a long ride.

After two hours of driving, you feel the car stop. You had tried to keep up with where he was going, a right on main, you had heard more traffic, and then did he go left?

Hop reaches over and takes off the blindfold. You are left speechless by what you see. It's beautiful. A secluded cabin, surrounded by gorgeous pines.

"I love it Hop," you say with a smile before unbuckling and reaching over to kiss him. He smiles into the kiss before you jump out of the vechicle.

"Ew, I don't want to hear happy screams," El complains and Hopper goes red. You just laugh, you had been to a few girls nights.

Hopper helps you with the luggage in the back and El goes inside, "Do I want to know?" He asks. He didn't, and you shake your head. Hd grabs El's duffel and his duffel, you grab your duffel and walk in the cabin with him.

"I still think these are stupid," he whispefs motioning to the matching duffels you had gotten him and El last Christmas.

"I think they are cool," El says and you smile. Hopper looks confused as to how she learned that word. Poor El, you had to teach her all of the words that didn't have literal meanings.

The night was fun finished with hot chocolate before everyone headed to their respectable room, you and Hopper did share.

You needed your human furnace.

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It was Christmas morning. El was the first up, you heard the bedroom door open and glanced at the clock, it wasn't even six am.

"Hopper? Yn?" She whispers and you hear her walk over to the bed. "get up, max said I had to wake you guys up early," you almsot laugh. Max had definitely been trying to get on Jim's nerves.

"Good morning," you tell El and get up. You shake hopper and he grunts before turning over. You smile as you wrip off the blanket.

He sits up and glares at you, he points to the alarm clock, "What type of person is up at this hour?" He complains as he gets up. You all knew he was usually up this early, but he had expected to sleep in.

Suddenly though, his mood changes as he runs to the living room. You and El smile at his change of heart as you both follow him.

"Do you girls want to open presents or what?"

After an hour, all of the presents have been opened. El was still fascinated with the scrunchies you had made hopper get. He preferred to call them the stupid things you have a million of.

"Okay, I have one more," Hopper says and walks out you start to look that way, but El asks for help on figuring out how to play the music box. You squat down to help her.

You hear someone walk behind you and El walks back over to the loveseat, you look behind and Hopper has a small box na dhanda it to you.

You smile and carefully work off the ribbon, you year off the paper to reveal a small black velvet case. You open it to see a diamond ring.

You open it to see a diamond ring?!?

You turn around with wide eyes and see Hopper smiling, "Wanna get married?"

"Fuck yes I do!" You yell and hug him, after he releases you El comes in for a group hug.

You slip on the ring, a perfect fit, it was gorgeous. Completely perfect.

"God, that was unexpected, but I can't wait to plan the wedding," you say with a smile and Hopper kisses your forehead.

"I swear to not complain once during all of the squealing and midnight phone calls while planning this damn thing," hopper promises.

That promise was broken within three hours.

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