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nicomundthered · 2 years ago

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The Broken Places

Chapter One: The Prologue

Word Count - 7,973

Summary - After your life gets turned upside down you move to Hawkins, Indiana for a fresh start. The night before your first day of your new job, you meet a man at a bar. Passions flair, decisions are made, and repercussions are...well they'll be dealt with. (It’s gonna follow the show after this)

Tags/Warnings - alcohol, smut, dirty talk, self loathing.

A/N - Chapter two is written but not edited. Repost from ao3

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Welcome to Hawkins, you read as you passed the large brown sign.

Finally! You had been driving for what seemed like days, and were ready to grab something to eat and most importantly find someplace to sleep.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day, and you want to look at least somewhat put together. In hindsight, that might be an impossible feat. It's been a while since you really took good care of yourself. In fact, you haven't felt ‘put together’ in months.

You had requested a transfer weeks ago, but your boss, who just so happened to be your dad, hadn't told you about it until a couple of days ago. So as one could imagine, you ran around frantically trying to get everything taken care of so you could leave.

When you found out the job was in Hawkins, Indiana, you were thrilled. It was states away, and although you wished it were worlds away, this would certainly suffice.

So you sold your house at the first low offer, and got rid of most of your belongings. It was probably a good thing. You didn’t have much in your possession, and most of it held bad memories. Plus, it gave an excuse for a true fresh start.

You only have about four bags of clothing and hygiene supplies, a small box with your mom's jewelry, a guitar, and a few cassettes.

You tried very hard not to get depressed that your whole life now fit in the backseat of your car.

Which brings you to now; you were arriving in a town in which you know very little about, without a place to live, at 9pm on a Sunday night, right before your first day on a new job…it was risky.

You weren't a risk taker.

Or maybe you could be? You just didn't know anymore.

Ultimately, you could have called your new boss, explained your current situation, and asked for an extra week. But instead you rushed everything and just did the damn thing. So maybe you were a risk taker after all?

You could blame the urgency on your dad. After all, he was absolutely no help. Telling you like he did when he did. Breaking the news to you that you were being sent far away, with not so much a, ‘Let me help you pack.’ or ‘don’t worry you can keep your furniture here until you find a place.’, not even a simple, ‘I'll miss you’.

Even if it were an absolute lie it would have been nice to hear.

You guess he still resented you for getting his best officer fired.

But you digress, you wanted out, so you got out. You just needed patience and resilience. The rest would eventually fall into place. You've been through so much, and you were mostly doing ok.

So you knew you could do this.

Besides progress, any progress at all matters. That was your new found mantra. As long as you were moving forward, you could survive anything.

First impressions, Hawkins seemed pleasant enough. Lots of trees but you liked that. Nature was something you didn't mind, you enjoyed the occasional hike. It was freeing and peaceful. Probably two things you could use more of.

You had your window rolled down, and one of your favorite cassettes playing. The autumn air felt crisp, and Meat Loaf’s dramatic timbre had you singing along passionately. Almost making you forget about the crushing weight on your shoulders.

As you entered the heart of the town, you passed by a well lit bar, decided it was as good of a place as any, and pulled your red 1980 jeep CJ-7, your baby, into the nearest parking space.

You figured this would tell you a lot about your new home. The people that frequented bars tended to truly know the grit and grime (and all of the juicy gossip) of a place. That's why detectives always started at their local bar. It's where the answers almost always were.

Jim Hopper left the police station in a hurry. Work wasn’t super busy or anything, but being the chief of police meant every little thing had to eventually go through him. It was, at times, excruciatingly tedious.

Examples including but not limited to:

The report of bees attacking a teenager after said teenager hit the hive repeatedly with a skateboard. Thus, having yours truly remove the hive, which was sitting harmlessly under a big oak tree in the middle of a park; with nothing but a towel, an oven mitt, and a pair of safety glasses.

Or the report of a woman seeing little green men, when in fact it was just her neighbor's Halloween costume hanging out to dry. At night, the lights shined on the costume just so causing an eerie reflection in its large black eyes. Hopper would admit it was unsettling, but come daytime it was quite obvious that the 4ft tall lime green ‘man’ floating in midair was being held up by two hot-pink pins and a clothes line wire.

Or lastly, his personal favorite, no sarcasm intended, a man who was accusing Jim Hopper himself of stealing his job. The punch line being, this man was 85 years old and worked at a peppermint factory thirty years ago hundreds of miles away.

And that all happened just this week.

He got into his blazer and cranked the air on as high as it could go. It was preparing to be a cool night in November, but he found that the AC made it easier for him to calm down and breathe after a long day.

He lit a cigarette and turned up the volume, and just as The Eagles sang ‘Take it Easy’ his radio crackled to life.

“Chief?”

His secretary’s voice robbed him of his long awaited solitude.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!” he slightly overreacted, gripping the steering wheel tight in overwhelming frustration.

“Chief? There’s been a report at the bar again. Someone keeps stealing…”

He yanked the walkie-talkie from its perch and responded with a loud annoyed, “Yeeeaah, I got it. I’ll head over.”

“Okay. Have a good night. Oh! And don’t be late tomorrow, your…”

“Flo? Flo, I got it okay. Hopper out.”

He popped some pills, a habit he’d been trying to break for some time, and took a long deep drag of his cigarette. After massaging his temples few times, he turned the radio back up, only to hear some guy with an unnecessarily loud voice trying to sell used fucking cars.

He deflated back into his seat and muttered, ‘Yeah that’s about right’.

He pulled out onto the road and decided it might be a good night for some drinks anyhow. Though that meant he’d have to go home and change.

It wasn’t exactly legal to drink in uniform.

When he got home he was thankful that his favorite blue flannel was right where he left it, draped over the chair almost mocking him. So he decided on that, and some light-washed jeans. He kept his work boots on though not really caring too much. His priority was to forget about insects, extraterrestrials, and old age; not finding a fucking wife.

He went into the bathroom and accidentally got a little too close to the large mirror, which was always a dangerous thing to do when he was in a mood.

He visibly cringed. It wasn’t that he ever hated what he saw. No, he could recognize that he had a good face, a strong face. It was that he hated what was slowly but inevitably happening to his good-strong face.

His hair was thinner, his cheeks were fuller, and there were quite a few new lines. And it wouldn’t be so jarring seeing this on anyone else, it’s what happens we age, but this was Jim Hopper.

Before Vietnam women used to practically line up at his door. Nearly gave his poor mom a heart attack.

And he knew that realistically, he wasn't doing himself any favors. Maybe if he laid off the smokes (and beer…and pills), ate some vegetables, used some moisturizer, or incorporated some light exercise, and with just that little effort he could probably get back to his military days. Or at least close, it hadn’t been all that long.

But that was probably delusional, he wasn’t that man anymore, was he? He was older, and sadder, and the fire had long been gone.

So instead of a lifestyle change he decided to spray on some of his good cologne. It wasn’t super expensive or anything, but he knew women dug it, and that was really all that mattered.

He would give a generous spray anytime he needed a little confidence boost. It never failed.

Or maybe it was just the pills kicking in?

...Either way, he felt much better.

He entered the bar about twenty minutes later. It was getting close to eight, but because it was a Sunday night there weren't too many patrons around.

“Hey Danny. It happened again?”

“Hey chief, sure did. I made sure the door was locked and everything. I don’t know how they’re doing it.”

Daniel led the way to the small kitchen. The back door was wide open, and the refrigerator and freezer were ajar and mostly bare.

“It’s a good thing you keep all the booze out front.” Hopper said, glancing around unenthusiastically.

Daniel laughed and appeared uneasy, “Yeah we’d be out of business.”

Hopper stood tall, towering over Daniel, and played a little game of ‘don't-blink’, in which Daniel lost almost immediately, and Hopper felt like he’d gotten his answer.

Instead of confronting Daniel, he moved past him and shut the door making sure it was pulled completely to and locked. Then he patted him on the back roughly and pulled him slightly towards him.

“Do you think your dear ol’ dad would mind giving me a few free drinks for the trouble? I mean I have been down here weekly for the past month. In fact, now that I think of it, every week since you’ve been back…” he said, pausing for an uncomfortable amount of time as if considering something important.”…and it is a Sunday night. I’m supposed to be reclining right now Danny, RE-CLIN-ING.”

Daniel was practically swaying on his feet, “Uh, sure chief. A- anything you want.” his voice broke in response.

Hopper almost felt evil. It was kind of a high, he wasn't gonna lie. He might have been subconsciously looking for some fun. It’s the little things in life after all.

And he's had a difficult week.

He was probably around five beers in when he heard the familiar jangle of the door. He looked at his watch seeing that it’d been about an hour. His mood had lightened dramatically, and he was about to head out before he drank too much and couldn’t drive which he shouldn’t be doing anyhow, but hey he was the fucking chief of police.

Then, he turned and saw you.

You were unfamiliar, which quite frankly never really happens in Hawkins. It was a very predictable town.The same people did the same things all of the time. No, he felt confident that he knew who frequented this bar specifically.

None of that even mattered anyway cause he’d definitely remember you.

Your jeans were incredibly tight and your green top reminded him a lot of his own. Your hair was in a loose ponytail with soft strands framing your face, and he could tell just by the quick glance that you were very pretty.

Much too pretty for Hawkins.

He watched you sit down and order a drink.

Everything was under control, it really was, he was even doing his best not to look in your direction. He was winning the battle within until he heard your laugh, and then he felt himself 'lock on target'. His fist tightened around his glass as a shockingly strong rush of arousal coursed through him.

Jesus, it hadn’t been that long, he reminded himself. But that didn't stop the blood from rushing lower at the sound of your almost musical laughter, and the thought of your ridiculously tight jeans and that sent him that much closer to spiraling.

He wasn’t a fucking teenager he berrated himself, but you were damn near gonna make him act like one.

Finishing off the last of his drink he made his way to the bar to get a closer look at you.

Upon entering you were kind of disappointed. Excluding the bartender there were only four other customers in the establishment.

Two seemed to be in a heated discussion hovering over a pool table, one was messing with the jukebox that was obviously broken or unplugged-the lights weren’t even on. And the last one was seated in a booth with his back to you, drowning out the world.

All and all, not a very social looking bunch.

At the sound of the door they all at least glanced in your direction. Some quicker than others, and none long enough for you to make out any features other than just ‘that's a male’.

Oh well you thought. A boring town is almost always a preferred town, especially in this new stage of your life.

You walked up to the bar and ordered your favorite drink and some buffalo wings.

“We- uh, we don’t have any wings.”

“Oh okay, just the drink then.” damn, rough start.

You gave him a friendly smile, and he returned it almost sheepishly.

After a short wait he sat the drink in front of you. “We’ve had trouble with burglaries lately I’m afraid. That’s why our kitchen is closed. Sorry I don't have a sign out or anything.”

You visibly perked up, “Burglars? Have you called the police?”

Maybe not so boring after all.

“Yeah, not much they can do though. I can’t seem to catch them in the act, and they're just stealing food. So it's not even a real emergency.”

“Hmm, I suppose. Well I’ll still keep my eyes open for anything suspicious.”

He grinned, “You sticking around then? We don’t get too many new faces in here.”

“Yeah I am. Just arrived actually.” you took a big sip of your drink. You don't know what you were expecting but were a little surprised at how good it was. Then again you were pretty thirsty.

You complimented the beverage, sloshing the liquid around, studying it, trying to identify what he did to make it so good.

“I’m glad you like it.” he lowered his head bashfully at the compliment. “I’m Daniel by the way. My dad owns this place, and since you’re new here and all, don't worry about your tab tonight.” He looked around and lowered his voice, “Just don't tell anyone else.”

You laughed, “Wow thanks! I think I'm going to like this place just fine.” you chuckled again, “I’m [first name].” and leaned across the tall bar to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet ya.” his palm was a little sweaty, and the innocence of it almost made you want to hug him and beg him to never change.

The thought made you feel silly. He was only a couple of years younger than you at the most, and you really didn't know the first thing about him.

You jumped at a deep ahem. And turned to see the man from the booth standing close behind you. Real close.

You reddened a little, noticing that your ass was up in the air and pointed directly at him. You moved off of the bar quickly and sat back down.

Daniel gave the man another beer without even needing a verbal request.

You could feel the large man’s gaze burning through the top of your head. So you looked up almost defiantly. What was his problem?

You swallowed hard as the intense blue eyes moved to lock onto yours. This man was huge and intimidating. No wonder he didn’t even have to ask for a drink.

There was a flicker in his stare making him look like he was contemplating something, then he abruptly walked back to his booth.

Only this time he sat with his legs parted wide, facing right towards you.

You swallowed thickly, turned back around, and finished your first drink with a large sip. And before you sat the glass down Daniel placed another in front of you. You nodded a thanks and he returned the nod, and then went back to messing around with bottles.

Typically you weren’t a big drinker. College has wiped that desire clear from your mind. Though, as you started to feel less burdened, and if you were being honest a little…horny, you remembered why people enjoyed it so much.

By your third, you knew that you needed to slow down. But there was something about the mysterious man staring at you from across the room that made you continue. It was unsettling, but not in a completely unpleasant way.

In fact it was almost erotic.

You snapped your head to his direction and caught him ‘red-handed’- openly staring at your ass. His eyes were intense and focused on one singular thing.

You hopped off of the stool, grabbed your drink, and made your way over to him. The world tilted slightly and you chastised yourself, slow down.

But as you got closer, slow steps seemed increasingly impossible. You weren't usually one for cliches but ‘a moth to a flame’ felt dangerously accurate.

The way his eyes darted up to yours made you feel in control, even though you were positive you weren’t. Something else was controlling you and you didn’t exactly hate it.

You did however hate the way it loosened your lips.

“Why are you staring at my ass?” you said with a little more venom than necessary.

He lifted his glass and downed half of his drink in one impressive swallow.

“Who says I am?”

“I-I do.” you placed your hand not holding your drink on your hip, and tried to gain back some control of your voice, “And you haven’t stopped since you sat back down.”

“Interesting.” he licked his lips and slowly sipped some more beer, all while his eyes moved over every curve of your body, “And so what if I am?”

Heat. That was what you felt. Hot, claustrophobic, burning, heat. A small bead of sweat trickled down your back, and you felt your cheeks redden. You fought the urge to rip off your stupidly thick flannel. Then you swayed a little, and were slightly worried that you were suffering from heat exhaustion.

What was in this drink? Because you refused to believe that a man could make you feel this way.

He noticed your involuntary movement, “Sit.” he suggested firmly, if a little slurred.

You were so relieved you practically threw yourself down on the booth, before your mind could process that he hadn’t asked but commanded.

“I’m not a dog.” you practically spat.

He smiled and it damn near took your breath away. How dare he be so smug...how dare he be so damned handsome.

“Didn’t say you were.”

“Look, I’m going to be honest with you and just hope that you are a nice, honest guy. I have had too much to drink on an empty stomach, and I really shouldn't be telling you this but the alcohol is going straight to my head, so forgive me if I’m wrong...but why are you staring at me?”

He looked almost in disbelief that you’d even ask such a silly thing. You knew how you looked, didn’t you? And surely no one put on jeans like thatand didn't know what they were doing to people. If he were a betting man (he was) he'd say putting them on was a task that took special skill. Slowly moving up your perfectly thick thighs, past your firm ass, then resting on your curvy hips...

He took a moment in silent contemplation and decided that, yeah he was gonna go for it. He was wearing the cologne after all.

“I have never, seen pants, that…tight.” he said leaning slightly towards you.

You laughed that beautiful laugh again, and his cock reminded him how much he liked it. God he needed to stop drinking. He pushed his glass to the side.

Then he got worried that if he looked into your eyes any longer, the spell would be broken and you'd realize just how far out of his league you were, so he moved his gaze to your full luscious lips. And well, that most certainly wasn't any better.

You licked your lips seductively deciding you were in fact into this, you were into him. And it might be the alcohol lowering your inhibitions, but you were really turned on. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had a good time, and it certainly wasn’t during sex.

Sex. That was it, that was what you really wanted. All of the stars aligned, and you knew tonight's endgame. Sex with this mountain of a man, with piercing blue eyes, and a voice that could command a crowd.

A night, just one night with no expectations or sense of duty. You don’t even think you’ve ever experienced such a thing. You deserved to have a good time.

This is what single adults do, right?

You leaned forward and unbutton a few buttons of your flannel, you felt a little heat release and battled the urge to sigh in relief. It didn’t reveal too much, you had a tank top on underneath, but that didn’t seem to matter as his eyes darkened at the sight.

He shifted in his seat and rubbed his hands soothingly on his strong thighs, overcome with the sudden compulsion to reach over and touch you. He glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot, which did not matter because his voice thundered when he spoke, “You know, my place isn’t far.”

You pouted playfully, even though you were silently screaming ‘yes!’ on the inside, “But I haven’t even finished my drink.”

He was entirely too unbothered for you. You felt as though you were burning from the inside out and he had the audacity to ask you so nonchalantly. And that gave you an absolutely wicked idea. You slid your left shoe off, slowly so that not even he would notice, placed your sock covered foot on the seat right between his legs, and rubbed your foot against his inner thigh.

He jumped and grabbed the table roughly, causing the heavy table to scoot and the beverages to almost spill over, then sucked air in through his nose.

You giggled, not so unbothered then. Although, you knew he’d make you pay for that later it was so worth it.

He grabbed your foot not so gently, pushed it off, and ordered, “Put your shoe on and come on”.

You obeyed and hurried so you could follow him out. Waving and calling back a polite ‘thank you for the drinks’ to poor Daniel who had just witnessed a little too much.

The air was much colder than inside, and you were absolutely relieved at the sudden change in temperature. You looked up and were in absolute awe. The sky was so clear and bright that the stars and small sliver of moon illuminated the world around you.

Yeah you could definitely get used to this.

He lit a cigarette and watched you for an uninterrupted couple of minutes. He was just as transfixed as you were.

Just with a different view.

When you looked down and saw the look on his face as he was watching you, you couldn’t take it any longer. You pushed him roughly against the wall and kissed him.

He hummed in gratitude, threw the cigarette down, and grabbed ahold of your body melding the two together as one.

His big arms surrounded you and you felt as if nothing else could possibly touch you.

The kissing was immediately great. Two people either had it or they didn’t, and the two of you most certainly had it. His lips were soft, with the perfect amount of moisture on them. You could taste the cigarette he just smoked and found you didn't mind it at all. Hell, even his scruff felt perfect as it rubbed against your skin. You literally wouldn’t change a single thing.

You started to whimper as his tongue started to play with yours causing you legs to give a little. You felt absolutely possessed and the lyric, ‘we’re glowin like the metal on the edge of a knife’ all of the sudden made all the sense in the world.

When you started nipping at his bottom lip, he knew you guys had to stop, or he was gonna get fired for public indecency.

“Jesus..” he gently pushed your head back. Your eyes were tightly closed but when you opened them they were so full of want, it damn near constricted his airway.

He licked his lips, “I’m, I’m parked out back. Are you ok to drive?” his voice sounded ridiculously gruff to even his own ears.

“Yes.” Your own sounding distant and foregin.

“You promise? The roads aren’t bad and not many people are on them, especially not this late. But if you’re not ok…”

“I’m good, I promise.” You straightened up and looked up at him seriously.

“Okay, good, good. I’ll pull around and you can follow.”

He reluctantly pushed your body from his, let his arms drop, and suddenly broke out in a sprint down the alley.

You laughed at his urgency, and heard him call back, “Get in your damn car.” Which made you laugh even harder.

When you finally did get into your car, you didn’t even have time to turn the radio on before he zoomed past you, giving you a quick honk-honk. He was so fast, you couldn’t make out the vehicle and weren’t even positive it was him. So you decided to trust your instincts and follow the lights in the growing distance.

The roads really weren't that bad, a little curvy but wider than you were used to, and true to his word you never saw another car.

He turned onto the dirt road leading to his trailer, and parked to the side so you'd have plenty of room.

He jumped out and walked briskly to the door. He slightly fumbled with his keys as he gave you a wave when you pulled in.

Rushing inside, he gave his mess a look over. ‘Crap…’ It was worse than he thought. He was overwhelmed and paced back and forth a few times. What was he thinking bringing you back here? And maybe the real question was why did he suddenly care? It was his home and his fucking mess. Why did it matter what you thought about it? You weren’t the first woman to come over and you wouldn't be the last.

Turns out no matter what lies he told himself he found that it kinda did matter to him, so he kept the lights turned off, but generously cracked the blinds so the night sky could light up the room just enough.

And then there you were, standing in the doorway, perfectly outlined by the starlight. He didn’t realize it then obviously, but he’d remember that moment for the rest of his life.

You on the other hand looked nervous but felt surprisingly determined. And you were secretly grateful for the dark setting. You really didn’t want to lose your nerve and if you got too good of a look at him you might.

He cleared his throat, “Can I get you anything? Water?...A sandwich?”

You beamed at the question. He remembered you hadn’t eaten. It drove you a little wild, “No, but you could kiss me.”

He stepped forward, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into the kiss. It was hot and wet and the urgency returned in no time.

God his mouth was so good.

He grunted as you put your hands on his chest and started reaching for his buttons.

He lifted his mouth from yours, “Mmm impatient are we?” and chuckled softly.

You could just make out his features, but you didn’t need to see him to know he was displaying his seemingly favorite ‘smug’ expression.

Bastard.

“Shut up.” you replied, plunging your tongue back into his mouth, all while continuing to work his buttons.

By the time you had his flannel off you were both breathless.

“Finally.” His hands moved to your buttons.

He worked with proficient speed, and when he was done you practically ripped your tank top off. Then you were standing before him in just your bra and jeans.

He took a step back in admiration, furrowed his brow and said with quite possibly the deepest voice you've ever heard, “You know, I can’t wait to watch you peel those ridiculously...tight jeans off that ass.”

You gasped a little at the simple request, his voice and words going straight below, precisely where you wanted him. You moved to him with a gentle sway of your hips, backed him into the sofa, and gave a push.

He sat back on the sofa without much if any resistance.

You stood a little more than an arms width in front of him, turned around, unbuttoned and unzipped, and slowly bent over. Then began to peel the jeans over your ass.

You went nice and slow. You were pretty proud of your showmanship.

You glanced back at him and were glad to see him focused, watching every move you made like a hawk watched its prey.

His hand moved to his clothed erection and started palming it harder and harder with every inch you revealed, “Fuck that’s nice.” His voice sliced sharply through the silence.

Your jeans moved past your ass cheeks revealing your pretty petite black panties.

He bolted up with the powerful urge to touch, he was really trying to just enjoy the show, but his self control was practically nonexistent. He reached forward and playfully smacked your left cheek, once then twice more.

Understanding what he wanted to see, you bounced your ass up and down a few times for him.

His voice strained out, “Now where did you learn to do something like that?”

He spread his legs wide and pulled you back against him so that your ass was sitting firmly on his lap, “Such a naughty girl.” He began rocking his hips lazily up into you for the smallest amount of friction.

It made you breathe through gritted teeth as you could feel your body start to eagerly respond.

“You’re really making me regret not turning on the lights.” He purred into your ear as he moved with a little more intent.

“Mhmm.” was all you could manage as your hips began to ground down against his own.

He released the clasp of your matching black bra and with ease, throwing it near the vicinity of your discarded shirt.

Then he brought his large hands to your chest and covered both of your breasts, testing their weight, and then kneading them gently.

You groaned at the sensation as your hips started moving faster.

He shifted up slightly so he could rest his chin on your shoulder and look down the front of your body. He kept playing with your breasts and slightly pulled your nipples. You could feel his cock bob at the sight.

“Beautiful.” He said gruffly and then started nipping and sucking on your neck.

You couldn’t form words, only needy sounds. Sounds you weren't convinced you’ve ever made before.

“What is it?” suck, “Do you need..” suck, “more?”

He found a particularly sensitive place on your neck that made you gasp out, completely unable to respond.

You could feel his warm breath on the wet streaks of salvia he left behind as he laughed, “Consider this payback. You almost embarrassed me in front of all those nice people.” he sucked at the same spot, “Playing footsie in a bar.” He soothed the spot with his tongue, “Very, very…naughty.”

You were panting like you’d just ran a mile uphill. His tongue and voice were doing indescribable things to your body. It all of the sudden wasn’t enough and you started clawing for his cock.

He stopped playing with your breasts and scooted you up, making your hand miss, gripping nothing but the cool air.

“You know, as much as I love these…”

You stood up straight, tried your best not to wobble, and pushed your pants further down your legs until they were around your ankles. Then you reached for the hem of your underwear.

He leaned forward and carefully swatted your hands away, “Let me.”

He wrapped his hands around you and firmly gripped your ass, and pulled you closer to his face.

He looked up at you and you gave him your best seductive smile and bit your lip.

Despite the dim lighting, you could tell how dark his eyes had become. Almost appearing as two large shadows on his handsome face.

His hands moved to your hips, and his face pressed against your lower stomach. He took a deep breath in and sighed. Then gently nipped at the skin just above your pantyline as he slowly slid down the garment.

Before you could kick them off he had his fingers on you.

You gasped.

You knew you were wet, but you didn’t realize just how drenched you were until his fingers started exploring you. Moving around you with a well lubricated ease.

A playful comment died on his tongue, “Oh wow.” was all he croaked out.

You finally managed to lift one leg out of the clothing around your ankle, and just as you did he pulled you forward so that you were now straddling him.

His mouth found your hard nipple and he began sucking as his large fingers circled your clit. He was a big man with a big mouth, and pretty soon he had his lips around more than just your nipple. It felt as though he was trying to fit your whole breast into his warm inviting mouth.

“Gah…” it made you feel impossibly impatient and you reached down and unzipped his pants and reached for him. Just as you wrapped your hand around his hot thick cock, he stuck his middle finger inside of you.

You both simultaneously gasped in pleasure.

He was the biggest you’ve ever slept with, you could tell without even needing to looking at him. And you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that that notion caused you. What would him stretching you feel like?

Your own dirty compulsions caused you to tighten slightly around his finger and he responded by adding another.

“Yes.” You encouraged him as you began to ride his hand. You could feel your wetness begin to gather in his palm.

You gripped his cock tighter and after a few more pumps you felt him begin to leak. Honestly relieved it was just as intense for him.

You wanted to sit on him, and you wanted to sit on him now. So you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of you, and then lined yourself up with his length.

“Hey, woah.” He shifted away and you released him immediately. He bucked up and grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket of his pants.

Your eyes couldn’t look away from his straining member. Long and thick in all of the right places and for the first time this night, you too wished that the lights were on.

He scooted his pants down to his ankles as he pulled a condom out of his wallet. He slid it on quickly, and wetted himself with your remaining juices left behind on his hand. Then he guided you down so that you were laying on the couch.

“Are you sure you're ready? I wouldn’t mind tasting that beautiful pussy if you don’t think….”

The smug expression was back. He knew damn well you were more than ready. Hell you were all over the front of jeans and you felt like you had soaked his sofa.

Bastard.

“Gooood, just get inside me!” You yelled at him, as you wrapped your legs around him, and greedily pulled him towards your center.

“Yes ma’am.” he chuckled as he slowly slid into you. The sound turned into a loud curse and when he was fully surrounded by you, he had to stay completely still for fear it would be all over too soon.

After a few moments he waited patiently for you to adjust to his size. You were very snug, his own pleasure aside he knew you needed time as well.

“Fuuuck” You hissed out, feeling very very well stretched.

His sentiment exactly, “You feel so good.” he swallowed, “ It’s taking a lot for me to stay still right now.”

You lifted up to kiss him. It was not your best work. It was really just a lot of opened mouth breathing and a few clashes of teeth but it was still hot.

You tilted your hips slightly up and down and his grasp on the sofa tightened, you could hear the fabric tense.

“Please tell me you’re ready?” he asked through clenched teeth.

All you could do was nod. Then he started to move.

It was slow and deep, and as nice as it felt you were ready to come. So you held onto his broad back and encouraged him by squeezing your legs tighter around his body.

He got the message and started pumping harder and faster into you.

It didn’t take long before you felt your walls start to flutter, gripping tighter and tighter until it was almost too much, yet just not enough. You grabbed his shoulders, silently begging for more.

“God.” he said breathlessly while bringing his hand down to your clit, “You’re so tight.”

You moaned embarrassingly loud into his neck. You’d managed to be 'relatively' quiet up until this point, but his fingers and cock were doing the exact right thing, and you knew it wasn’t gonna take long.

You moaned and gasped out, “Close.”

He hummed into your ear at the admission all the while keeping the pressure and the small circles going until you completely unraveled beneath him.

You felt your walls squeeze hard around him, embracing him in an urgent thank you, thank you.

Swears spilled out of your mouth, some combinations were quite creative, as wet slapping sounds filled the air.

Your mind slowly returned and your needy pussy calmed down.

He moved his hand away from you and held on to the armrest behind your head.

His hips stuttered but didn’t falter “Fuck, that felt so good.” He looked at you in all of your afterglow glory and gave a knowing smirk. “I would ask you to do that again, but I’m…ah Christ.” he hissed.

You firmly pushed him back, he let you but was confused and slightly worried as he fell out of you and sat back on the sofa. That was until your knees slammed on the floor, with one fierce tug you had the condom off, and with one fervent swallow your throat held his thick cock.

“Oh, Shit.” His eyes rolled back as his head hit the head rest roughly. He took a few deep breaths trying to control himself but couldn’t for the life of him. It just felt too damned good.

He looked down at you. You looked up and your eyes practically sparkled even in the darkness as you eagerly sucked him.

You looked deliciously wicked and the sight made his balls tightened and his breath quicken.

The sensory overload had you humming. Making this large man unravel was a massive turn on. The sight of him, the feel, the smell, the sound, the taste. It was all working for you and you found you couldn’t help the deep throaty moans.

Turns out, your vibrations were his undoing as he placed his hands firmly on the back of your head, holding you down as deep as you could go.

He was focusing on remembering to breathe, as he felt an intense orgasm overtake him.

You shut your eyes and relaxed your throat, wholly focused on taking him as deep as possible, and not even five seconds later you felt him start to come. His cock was pulsing wildly as large amounts of release went straight down the back of your throat.

Oddly enough, you felt affection rather than lust at this moment. True his cock was practically choking you, but you could tell he was restraining himself the best he could. And his whole body was tense and tight, but the grip on your head was surprisingly loose, giving you whatever space you needed.

He slowly stopped throbbing in your mouth and you could feel the tension leaving him. You didn’t really want to move but you needed air, so you carefully sucked your way off of him. Not wanting to over stimulate, but selfishly wanting one last taste.

He jerked as you released him with a pop, and let go of the back of your head but his eyes were still snapped shut.

You opened your mouth to say something snarky…

Then he chuckled incredulously.

You smiled brightly as his eyes locked on to yours.

“Holy shit baby.” he smiled, and praised appreciatively. Then he stroked your cheek, moving his thumb to outline your slightly swollen bottom lip. Wet and plump from the act you had just committed.

The praise and pet name warmed you as you beamed up at him. You felt instant relief for you had known you used to be quite good at it, but had never felt this accomplished in doing so.

You couldn’t believe that you'd just done this. Sex with a stranger! Man you really shouldn’t drink. This was irresponsible to the max, really level ten stuff right here.

He moved, breaking your moment of self reflection.

He put himself back into his underwear, pulled up his pants, not even bothering to zip or button, and then said a lazy, “C’mere.”

He held your arm, practically lifted you up, laid back across the couch and pulled your body to his.

The couch wasn’t technically big enough for the two of you until he repositioned and draped half of you onto him.

He sighed in content, rubbing lazy circles on your back with his thumb, until he began to softly snore.

You wanted to make fun of him for falling asleep so quickly, but your own body rebelled as your eyelids grew heavy. And as you rested your head on his firm chest, and listened to the powerful thud of his heart, you felt your own consciousness begin to slip.

A beam of light coming from a crack in the blinds woke you.

You had a headache, and felt extra sensitive to the brightness, but the feeling of warmth and security trumped the slight discomfort.

And then the memories of the previous night flooded in and almost overwhelmed you. What the hell did you do? One night in your new town and you’ve already slept with god knows who.

You lifted your head just enough to look around. Not getting any relief seeing beer bottles and pills. Clothes thrown everywhere, half eaten sandwiches. It kinda looked like you picked quite possibly the worst person in Hawkins you could have. Well at least there were some books, you almost chuckled at your rational.

But then thinking about last night made you blush and cover your face with your hand. That, that was something. You’ve never experienced anything quite that: impulsive? Spontaneous? Hasty?

It was probably just because of the alcohol, and the fact that you’ve never really had a one night stand in your life. It was all kinds of naughty, that had to be why it felt so good.

Right?

Despite your fun, you mentally promised not to drink again. You apparently couldn’t handle it, and it made you too impulsive. You just hoped you hadn’t fucked anything up too bad.

You slowly lifted his big strong arm off of you, stood up, and gently laid his arm down. His hand was splayed across his chest, and you couldn’t help but admire the sight. Sure this guy was obviously not doing great, but you couldn’t think of a more attractive man while looking down at him.

You covered him with a blanket that was draped over the recliner, which he turned and snuggled into immediately looking absolutely content.

The light hit his watch catching your eye. You glanced to see the time, shit! You were going to be late on your first day. Which seemed about right with how your luck had been going lately.

You fumbled around getting dressed as quietly as you could manage in the hurry you were in. And looked for a piece of paper so you could leave him a note. You moved around a few items on the coffee table and accidentally clicked on the tv.

Fuck.

You looked down and he continued to sleep peacefully. You exhaled in relief.

Deciding against leaving a note, you just needed to get out of there. In retrospect, he probably didn’t care and just wanted a quick lay anyway. The thought stung but when it came down to it, you were a realist. And you felt you knew how men worked. Or at least you knew how getting drunk at a bar and sleeping with the first guy to smile at you worked.

You realized that you were no better. You sighed in disappointment in yourself.

Bending down and grabbing your keys you took one last look at him and opened the door.

You almost gasped at the view that greeted you. The sun was lighting up the soft blue sky, and the trees reflecting off of the still lake. It was so beautiful but it did nothing for your head.

You honestly didn’t even have a clue that you were near the water.

God this could have ended terribly for you.

You were in a hurry but still took a minute to enjoy the view. Yeah you could definitely get used to all of this nature business.

You walked to your jeep, it was pretty crooked but you were impressed you managed to even halfway park it at all. Yet another lapse of poor judgment. Driving drunk, really! The doors weren’t even locked but you figured you were just lucky to have remembered to take your keys with you.

Fortunately, because you hadn’t found a place to stay yet all of your clothes and belongings were in the back. So you adjusted your seat back, put on some clean clothes, fixed your hair, and applied just a little make up in the mirror. Then you brushed your teeth with some toothpaste and water that was left in a water bottle.

Finishing touch, and probably the most important item right now, you put on your favorite pair of Ray-Bans to block out some of the almost offending light.

You started the car and backed out of his long driveway. You hoped that you could easily find your way back into town, but didn’t worry too much since it was a 50/50 chance.

'Eye of the Tiger' started playing on the radio so you rolled down your windows and drummed on your steering wheel.

Your stomach growled loudly so you looked at the clock on your dashboard. You had just enough time to maybe pick up some donuts before your first day at the Hawkins Police station.

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oneforthemunny · 1 year ago

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stop, in the name of love |cop!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: based off my birth week writing challenge lol. I was just going to leave it for other authors, but I'm feeling self indulgent for now :)

requested: #20!!! With cop!eddie he’s trying to stop teens from hooking up but reader comes to the woods just for that reason!! please make him feel like a teen again 😭❤️❤️

thank you @ali-r3n for rbing my works so i could find this lol. you are an angel on this earth i love you <3

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI. cop!eddie, p in v sex, voyeurism, hopper catches them lol. fluff and good times with cop!eddie and his lil trouble maker.

Eddie huffed, arms crossed in the uncomfortable uniform, radar gun in his clenched fist. Hopper had stuck him out here- a punishment, no doubt, for the flop that was the D.A.R.E program he conducted at the middle school- leaving Eddie in the backwoods near Lover's Lake. After an influx of complaint calls about teenagers speeding through the area, and hooking up or drinking down by the waters or in the woods, Hopper decided to stick his best guy on the situation.

Eddie was furious.

Not only was it a slap in the face to be put on patrol of that area, usually only given to rookies, it was so fucking boring. He couldn't leave the area, contained to that spot for most of his shift, unless backup called. He couldn't drive around the city, taking all the nuisance calls, or even stopping by to see his friends and chat- stop by to see you. Oh no, here, he was quarantined to this small space.

The crunch of the gravel beside him had his ears perking, lifting the gun and sitting up in his seat, ready to bust a frisky teen. Instead, he saw the familiar, powder blue car pull up beside him- your car.

"Hi, there, Officer." You grinned, shutting the door to your car.

"Evenin' there, little lady." Eddie gave you a toothy grin, tone adapting to Wayne's southern-esqu drawl that always left you a little weak in the knees. He liked playing up the stereotypical cop, like Rosco in Dukes of Hazard, teasing and fun.

"Are you out here all alone tonight?" You asked tilting your head to the side. Eddie snorted, watching you push your upper body through his open window, upper half dangling inside the car. "No backup?"

"Not tonight." Eddie shook his head, giving you an exaggerated pout. "Just me out here by myself."

"Oh?" You quipped brow raising in surprise. "So no one out here to do this," You lunged at his utility belt, reaching for his baton, while Eddie's scrambled to halt your movements. Damn, you were quick.

"Easy, easy!" Eddie snapped, prying your hand off his baton. "What did I tell you about messing with my things, baby? Hopper's gonna kill me if he has to replace something else we've broken."

You giggled, folding your arms over the window. "'M just kidding." You hummed, batting your eyes up at him. "Just worried about you. Missed you."

"Missed you too, honey." Eddie's smile had you melting, an ooey-gooey feeling of warmth that was thick in your veins, leaving your head spinning. "I get off at eight."

"Yeah, but I got off at six." You pouted. "And that's so long to wait for you."

Eddie snorted, grinning and shaking his head. The curly tendrils, slipping out from his bun, sprung free, hitting his cheeks. Eddie reached for his aviators, revealing his brown eyes to you. "What're you up to, trouble?"

"Trouble?" You feigned hurt, an exaggerated gasp leaving your lungs. "I would never, Officer, I'm a well behaved, law abiding citizen."

Eddie laughed, loudly, making you smile. "Yeah, right." He scoffed at you. "What'd you come here for? To show your appreciation for all my hard work?"

Your lips twisted in thought. "Yeah, kinda." You nodded. "Came here to fuck you."

Eddie snorted, shaking his head at your bluntness. "I'm on the clock, baby."

"That's never stopped you, baby." You mocked him with a slight glare. "Please? You've been working the second shift all week. I barely get to see you."

Eddie pressed his lips together in thought, eyes flickering from the road back to you. You pressed your bottom lip out further. "Please? Just quick, I promise."

Eddie huffed, moving to pull the keys from the patrol car, that was the last thing he needed stolen. "Fine, but just really quick, alright." He pointed a finger at you. "I don't have long. Go around back."

You practically skipped to the back of the cop car, hidden behind the tall lights and the trees, nestled away from the road.

"Place your hands on the hood of the car." Eddie boomed, loud and authoritative, a tone he only used when arresting someone. You knew he was teasing, but fuck, did it make you throb.

You laid your hands flat over the trunk of the car, pressing your upper half forward. Eddie drooled, eyes trained on the little sundress you had on, catching in your cheeks as you moved. God, how he wanted to drop to his knees and devour you. He missed your taste so much, but not now wasn't the time. No, he'd contain himself for now and indulge later tonight.

Eddie bunched the material of your dress in his hands, shimmying it up your frame. He grinned wolfishly down at you, white knuckled grip on the material. "No panties?" He asked, tone lilting in teasing surprise.

"No, sir." You hummed, craning your neck so you could look over your shoulder at him. "I knew you'd want them off anyways." Your eyes batted at him.

"Bad girl." Eddie smirked, tongue rolling across his bottom lip. "Very, bad." He rasped to himself, eyes glued on your puffy lips, slick and peeking out from between your thighs.

Eddie gripped your cheeks, lifting them so he could reveal your pussy to him, the wet click! sound that your lips made when he pulled them apart made his abs clench, knees shaking.

"Spread 'em, baby." Eddie barked, a little raspier than he would someone he was really arresting, but he settled his black boots between your feet, pushing them so they slid open wider.

You whined, shuffling your feet apart with his, pressing yourself further into the hood of the car. Your ass was out, presented to him, drooling pussy and bare skin all for his taking. Eddie swallowed hard.

"You gotta be quiet, alright?" Eddie smirked, unzipping himself. He'd have to make this work, needed to be able to respond quickly if need be. "Can't get me caught when I'm supposed to be catching teenagers hooking up out here. How bad would that be?" Eddie chuckled, freeing his cock and pulling it through his zipper.

You giggled, airy and light, eyes already glossed with lust. Your hips wiggled in anticipation. "'M ready, Mr. Officer." You purred, feeling the tip of his fat head rub through your folds.

Eddie pushed into you, tight from the lack of foreplay. Normally, he'd work you open with his fingers, get you relaxed with a couple of orgasms before trying to fit himself in.

You groaned at the stretch, burning but your velvety walls clamped down on him, nonetheless. You groaned, low in your chest, vibrations rattling through you and onto the cop car. Eddie let out a straggled breath, hips flush to your ass, grinding into the fatty flesh there the way you liked.

Eddie pulled back, thrusting into you, deep and filling, leaving your eyes rolling back. "Oh!" You cried out, a straggled gasp leaving your lips.

Eddie started to move, long and slow thrusts that had you crying out. He pulled you up, hand cupping your jaw and moving you so your back was to his chest, his big hand covering your mouth. "Shh, baby, gotta-fuck- be quiet." Eddie hissed in your ear.

Your eyes rolled back, his head jabbing a spot deep inside of you at the new angle, a spot that was making you drench with every stroke, knees shaking. You moaned and whimpered against his hand, feeling his hot breath ghosting over your jaw and cheek, tiny grunts and huffs in your ear. You loved it when he'd moan so you could hear. You'd record it and play it on a loop if you could, hearing his tiny whines when he was close, breath hitching and catching, and his pitch rising.

"Fuck, baby, I-I'm close." Eddie grunted, jaw clenched as he tried to control himself. He was a little embarrassed to admit how easily he was coming undone, but fuck, it had been a while. And your pussy was enticing, felt like heaven with every clench of your wet walls strangling his cock.

You moaned against his hands, Eddie feeling you get a little heavier against him, slipping down him. He knew you were close. Using his free hand, Eddie slid his hand down your hip, snaking down between your legs, using two fingers to rub at your clit.

You cried out, still loud even with his hand muffling the sound, knees wobbling and locking a little, before you came, hard and unforgiving over Eddie's cock. You felt yourself fall against the truck of the car, the cool metal exterior pressing to your cheek, while Eddie jackhammered into you from behind chasing out his own high.

Eddie was so close, he could taste it. Abs clenched, toes curling, eyes rolling back, his cock punching your womb deeply, cock twitching deep inside you; so close.

The wail of a siren had him stopping, eyes snapping open and blurred vision clearing. He looked around seeing the familiar lights shine red and blue, jarring and unmistakable, while Hopper's car slowly crunched over the gravel.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Eddie was out of you in a second, scrambling to shove his cock back in his pants, turning away so he could try and pull himself together, with fumbling shaking hands.

You had pulled down your dress, hand smoothing over the mussed back of your head, while you stood rigidly to face Hopper.

"Well," Hopper sighed heavily, slamming the door to his car. "Guess I know why there's still a problem out here." He frowned at Eddie.

Eddie swallowed hard, brown eyes wide and alert, a deer caught in headlights. "Turns out my officer I sent to patrol is the horny bastard who keeps hooking up out here."

"Hop, I-"

"Save it, Munson." Hopper held up his hand, shaking his head. "I got a call about a disturbance down by Skull Rock, dispatch tried to get you and no response. Thought something had happened, so I came to check it out, and..." Hopper's eyes flashed from you to Eddie, before frowning deeply in disapproval. "I see now that you were busy."

You cringed, looking at Hopper with a round eyed, pleading look. "It really was my fault. I-I came here and-"

"I really don't need the details of that, thank you." Hopper said sarcastically, cutting you off with an eye roll.

"Munson, finish out your shift, then tomorrow, my office. First thing." Hopper barked, glaring at him.

"Alright, Hopper." Eddie grumbled, shoulders deflating at the threat.

Hopper scoffed, pulling his door open. "And you two stop fucking outdoors, alright? That's still against the law, and you should know better." He pointed at Eddie, thick brows furrowed and mean.

You watched Hopper drive away, nervously turning to Eddie. "Well, this is fucking great." Eddie scoffed. "I'm going to get written up and have to do fuckin' cross walk duty for a week, and I have blue balls still." He growled, hands motioning down towards his crotch.

You bit back a giggle, tucking your chin to hide your smile. Eddie's eyes flashed at your dangerously, dark and playful. "You think this is funny, huh? This is your fault, you little minx." He growled, teeth barring at you.

"I'm sorry, really." You smirked at him. "I was just trying to help you out."

"Yeah? Well, just you wait baby." Eddie pointed a finger at you, stepping closer to close in the space between the two of you. His eyes were dark, still lust blown from earlier, a little meaning when they peered at you down the slop of his nose. "You're in for it when I get home."

You giggled with excitement, his arms wrapping around you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip in a playful bite that had you squealing. A car whizzed by, blaring loud music and heading towards the lake. The teenagers from the complaint, no doubt.

Eddie sighed, resting his forehead against yours for a moment. "Duty calls, Officer." You grinned cheekily.

"Yeah, can't wait." Eddie huffed, heavy boots stomping towards the car. "See you when I get home?"

You nodded. "I'll be waiting on you." You batted your eyes up at him.

Eddie grinned. "Good. Get ready for me. Wear that little lacy thing I like, alright?" He winked at you, ducking back into the patrol car. "Stay outta trouble until then, you hear?" He threw out at you playfully.

You laughed, opening your own car door. "I'll try. No promises." You jested, shrugging with a wide grin.

Eddie smirked, flicking on his lights and peeling out towards the lake. You watched him drive away, legs still a little shaky from before, pressing together at the thought of what awaited when he got home.

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rainydayathogwarts · 6 months ago

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Polaroid Evidence - Eddie Munson pt.2

Summary: Your brother Jonathan doesn't approve of your boyfriend even when he's always over, but your mom and younger brother love him.

Read pt 1 -> Here!

Eddie's wide grin slowly dropped to a frown when he saw the lack of enthusiasm on your face, preparing himself for the bad news. "But?" You inhaled deeply before blurting out "Hopper's gonna be there too." Trying not to cringe at Eddie's horrified face, you added desperately "But who cares right?" Even though you both knew the answer very well.

It didn't help that when you stood in front of your front door with your nervous boyfriend, you had the perfect view of the Chief of Police standing tall in your living room, wearing his full uniform. "Shit, shit, shit. This isn't a good idea baby." He whispered, patting his pockets with his free hand as if making sure he wasn't carrying any drugs on him. He carried flowers in the other - a gesture he was sure would win your mother's approval over no matter what. "Eds. Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen."

And for the majority part, that was the truth. Joyce had been more than excited to meet him, engulfing him in a tight hug before gasping at the bright orange bouquet of flowers he held awkwardly, stealing them away to dunk in water. He introduced himself to Will, another easy win for him, before hesitantly approaching the Chief to shake his hand, completely ignoring your older brother who squinted his eyes at your boyfriend threateningly.

Dinner had gone calmly, Eddie making continuous conversation with Joyce and Will, his gaze occasionally shooting between Hopper and Jonathan, expecting one of them to blow up with questions at any moment. Slowly, you started to zone in on the smaller details. One of Eddie's fingers, resting on his fork was twitching, beads of sweat gathering at the back of his neck. He stuttered every now and then when he spoke, which may not seem big, but coming from your overconfident boyfriend? It was huge. He put his fork down between every bite he took, taking his time to chew so he could think of an answer to the questions thrown at him. On the other hand, Hopper sat leant back in his char, chewing slowly, his face completely relaxed, a hint that he had a plan of action laid out in front of him. Jonathan though, looked down at his plate with a frown on his face, playing with his food like a child who was denied candy.

A loud clank of silverware on the table caught your attention, head snapping up at the noise, only to make eye contact with your older brother whose movements mimicked yours, a same look of shock plastered on his face. Hopper cleared his throat, wiping his mouth with a the folded corner of his tissue, his cutlery splayed on his empty plate. One of Eddie's hands sneaked under the table, placing it palm up on your thigh for you to hold. You squeezed his hand with yours, a weak attempt to comfort him. "Well, Eddie. I do have to say you seem pretty different tonight than on all the other occasions I've seen you... I mean you haven't tried running away yet."

Eddie nervously chuckled, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck nervously. He stayed silent, trying to come up with something to say. "I don't see how any of that is relevant Hop." You argued, looking to your side to see the look on your mom's face. Joyce seemed undisturbed, barely giving the conversation attention. "The relevance being him carrying drugs on him or not." Eddie choked on his saliva and your eyes widened, jaw going slack. There goes the elephant in the room. Joyce's eyebrows shot up, barely visible underneath her fringe.

"I mean I sure hope you didn't come here, in your girlfriend's family's house with drugs on you. That would be a serious lack of character from your side." Finally, Eddie's shoulders rolled back in confidence, announcing "Well I think that's a serious lack of judgement from your side. I don't see why you'd think Y/N would choose someone to be her boyfriend if she thought he'd bring drugs around people she's so protective of. Especially Will." The two men glared at each other from across the table, and you averted your gaze, bringing your glass of water up to your lips. In your ray of vision you saw your mom smiling widely, trying to cover her grin with a napkin. She caught your eye and wiggled her eyebrows at you before her chest bubbled with a giggle.

At your mom's stifled giggle, your head shoots back in Hopper and Eddie's direction, who are both sporting confused looks on their faces. It's only then you realise Hop has a knife pointed at Eddie from across the table, and your boyfriend has gone pale, a subtle sign of his submission to your fatherly figure. You take the opportunity to push your chair back, which scrapes loudly on the wooden floor, and grab your boyfriend's arm, sprinting out the front door. You wait for Eddie to unlock his van before climbing and leaning over the control panel to wrap your arms over his shoulders to pull him close as you press your lips onto his softer ones, whatever leftover lip gloss you had transferring onto him.

Eddie sighs into the kiss, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, and he pulls away ever so slightly to say "I'm gonna have to unpack what happened in there." You nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek "Yeah, but later. First, let's go to yours so I don't have to drag you to the back of the van." The sound of his laugh engulfs the small space and he turns the ignition, pulling out of the driveway.

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gay4elliew · 8 months ago

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There’s no way that there’s Joel and Ellie variants-

Oh wait.

Hunter and Omega - Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Hopper and Eleven - Stranger Things

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harrywavycurly · 7 months ago

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Hey Sarah I hope it’s okay to ask for Eddie wanting Jim or even maybe Steve’s permission to ask reader to marry him? I think that would be so cute 🥹🥹

Hiii lovey!! Of course it’s okay!! So I went with Jim and I did that because I’m using Husband Eddie for this one and Jim just so happens to be the one who walked Reader down the aisle at the wedding so this fits perfectly! I hope you enjoy!!💖

-find all things Husband Eddie here✨

“What’s up kid? Why are you in my office? I haven’t arrested your girlfriend in like..two weeks so she doesn’t need anything right?” “No she’s fine and I mean uh technically you didn’t…uhm arrest her you just…escorted her off the..property of the mini mart…” “Right…yeah…okay so what do you need Eddie?” “I uh…I’m here to talk to you about…how you’d feel..if…I asked her-” “let me stop you right there really quick…now first off sit down okay? You’re pacing like a dog in a cage and I can’t focus when you’re doing all this fidgeting.” “Oh sorry..uh…is this..better?” “Yes…now secondly…before you ask me what you want to ask me just know I am very protective of her and I’m not just going to give her away to any old drug dealing punk who tells me he loves her��” “Retired…I’m a retired drug…dealing punk…” “oh that’s good to know…” “I know I’m not perfect Jim…I mean Sir?…Hopper?…Sir Hopper-” “Jesus just call me Hopper.” “Okay…Hopper…I know I’m not perfect but I’m perfect for her and she for some reason agrees and loves me just as much as I love her…and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be the best man I can be for her because I know what she deserves and…and I can be that for her…I know I can.” “So…what are you trying to ask me?” “Can I marry…her?” “That’ll be up to her but…yeah you have my blessing…sorry for the whole hard ass thing but ya know…that’s my girl and I gotta make sure you’re up to the task of being with her forever.” “I get it…and uh yeah I’m up for it…but you know out of the two of us she’s the one who-” “I know she’s the trouble maker Eddie but still…that’s my kid so…you’re always going to be the one that’s gotta prove yourself to me.” “Got it…well uhm I’m just gonna go now…if that’s okay?” “Yeah…good luck.” “Thanks…”

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spookykoolkat · 1 year ago

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kinktober | cam girl - j.h.

kinktober day seven - sex work

pairing: jim hopper x plus size!camgirl!reader

wc: 3.33k

summary: when you hosted a halloween raffle for your customers on your cam site, it just so happened to be that the winner was your own chief of police — jim hopper.

warnings: 18+ ONLY! minors are NOT welcome, NO AGE = BLOCKED! sex work, cam girl!reader, dirty talk, slight knifeplay, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, penetration (sex toys), squirting, mentions of fake blood

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JIM WAS A DIFFERENT MAN behind his uniform and badge, he was a different man when it was just him alone, his laptop, his solace.

he was a hungry man, who hadn’t felt much of a woman’s touch in a while. not since work got heavier, days got longer— he didn’t have the energy to look for a companion. to hopper, he didn’t feel like the hottest man in town.

getting older, gaining a little weight, being a little too mean to anyone he didn’t know – being alone seemed inevitable.

but he found comfort in something. it was his guilty pleasure, as people would say. but he didn’t feel guilty, because stumbling upon a certain cam girl site led him to you.

it wasn’t ideal. the idea of sharing your body for the world to watch and see was deathly terrifying. but the money. when you were in your early teens you always felt ugly, everyone made it known to you that fat was ugly. they tried to convince you to hate yourself, and they did.

but then you got older, you turned eighteen, and then you were twenty three — in a grown woman's body. but the attention you got now felt forced, only because it was new to you. you found that people would pay to watch you naked, see you play with yourself, spend hundreds just to get on the phone with you.

doing this for a while you learned how to not get discouraged, or tired of it. this week was especially long for you, sitting at a desk typing in numbers all day, but then saturday came around.

halloween. your favorite holiday, and in the spirit you were doing halloween deals on your page. you had a decent amount of following, over one thousand people who subscribed to you, paying monthly just to access your videos and photos.

you lived under the name of theevxmpg1rl, something that’d been a username since you were younger for your social medias, but described you still.

you situated yourself in front of your camera, clicking on your computer until the camera got you in full frame, sitting on your knees with a bloodied kitchen knife in your hand. you were wearing the tightest white dress that hugged your rolls and pressed your breasts so they sat firm.

the white button up dress that came just below your ass was soiled with fake blood, you even added a little nurse’s hat to try to put some sense behind the outfit. you were going for a silent hill nurse kind of vibe, just without the gauze. still, you knew and that’s all that mattered.

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jim was home alone again, laying in nothing but his boxers with his laptop directly on his lap. jim was one of th many men who joined the halloween raffle you announced at the beginning of the week, and it wasn’t until it was eleven fifteen on halloween night when he got a notification.

congratulations! you’ve been selected as the winner of theevxmpg1rl’s halloween raffle! please follow the link below to join the video chat!

jim had to read it a few times back before adjusting himself in front of the camer once he followed the link, which prompted him to a screen that does the audio and visual checks. jim clicked the camera off, a little nervous to be on chat with you and only you.

it was only two minutes when he saw you pop up on screen. smiling as you adjusted your dress lower, you looked at the familiar username that popped up in your chats a lot.

“hi there, congratulations on winning this little raffle i had going,” you said and waited to see a face on screen, instead just a black profile picture.

“uh, thank you.” jim said hesitantly, feeling himself grow half hard at the way you were dressed.

“so, you have forty minutes with just me, do you have any ideas of how you want to spend those forty minutes?” you said with seduction, hoping maybe he’d take open the camera.

“you look real pretty sittin’ like that,” he said in a low voice, the stranger’s voice booming through your laptop. you felt the bass in his voice hit straight to your core.

you blushed, smiled and looked down at your knees, “thank you.”

jim was getting more comfortable by the minute, watching you squirm and he hadn’t even shown you what he looked like. he was nervous that you’d recognize him, that is if you lived in the area, but luckily he didn’t need to show his face. he pointed the webcam downwards so that it cut off at his neck, and sat back against the headboard to show you what he knew you were wanting.

he was admiring the way your body was shaped, every roll and inch of thickness that was added on your body made his cock stiffen. there was just so much of you, all for his eyes in this moment.

“why don’t you stand up and take that little costume off, yeah?” he asked, and you obliged with a fit of butterflies in your belly.

it wasn’t until you used the kitchen knife to pry the buttons of when you saw the picture flash into an actual video feed, with a gruff man in frame but only from the neck below. you were okay with this, because when you fixed the camera you were able to see that he had is large hand in his boxers, stroking himself to you.

it spurred you on, furthering the wetness between your thighs and you managed to take the bloodied dress off, leaving you in a black lace underwear set. the blood from the dress stained your skin, but jim didn’t mind. you being in the spirit made him smile, and groan at the sight of you doing a three sixty, bending over once you show him the fullness of your ass.

“you’re fuckin’ unbelieveable,” jim breathed out, catching the authority in his voice without missing a beat.

“would you like me to take anything else off, sir?”

it startled him a bit, and his hand gripped the shaft of his girthy manhood, watching as you teased your fingers with the waistband.

“cut those fuckin’ panties off, baby,” he ordered, and like an obedient girl you were, you took the kitchen knife carefully as you stood up and turned back to face the webcam, sliding it under the fabric nd sawing through the lace. you repeated that on the other side and spread your legs a little so they could fall to the floor.

you dragged the tip of the knife up the thickness of your thighs, scrapping it against the curves in your belly, up your waist and over the cups of your bra.

“you know, i wasn’t always a fan of blades,” you trailed as you moved the blade behind your back, turning and wedging the blade under the stretchy fabric of the band, “but i feel like maybe i’m starting to like a little danger,”

you looked over your shoulder as you cut through the band and let the bra go loose, sliding off of your arms.

jim took in the shape of your back, the way it curved at the waist and how your ass looked from behind, thinking of all of the ways he’d make you beg him to stop with tears in your eyes.

“yeah, ‘s that right sweetheart?” he asked behind the screen and you turned, letting the ruined bra fall to the floor.

you stood in front of your camera that sat on your dresser, pretty halloween lights surrounding your room and coloring you red and orange.

“mhm,” you hummed in agreement, feeling your cunt pulse at the sight of him freeing his hardness from his boxers.

it was a little above average size, but the thickness of him made your mouth water. he looked heavy, almost impossible to take in your throat without feeling the searing stretch.

“fuck, you’re so thick, i love how pretty your cock looks,” you flutter, dropping the knife and pressing your tits together for him.

“you think so? think i have a pretty cock?” he asked and you nodded, loving that he could see all of you but you were still wondering who this mystery man was.

your customers had no obligation to show you their face or even turn their cameras on, but for some reason you were yearning for a face.

“i think so,” you smiled and sat on the edge of your bed that was positioned in front of the dresser.

“fuck, just like that, let me see you spread those pretty legs for me,” he groaned, his hand pumping his thickness in his palm, wet with spit.

jim was too eager, he felt, too eager to see all of you.

“what do you want me to do, sir? do you want me to play with myself?” you asked nervously, with sultry added to your voice.

“i want you to cum with me, baby, don’t cum until i tell you to, you got that?” he firmed up, moving his hand to his mouth to spit more and rub it on his angry head.

“but,” you started and he cut you off.

“it’s yes or no sweetheart,”

“yes,” you said, defeatedly.

“yes what?” he urged again, and you bit your lip as you opened your legs further to show him the slick gathering between the fat of your lips.

“yes sir,”

he watched you grab pillows from where your headboard was, and stacked them to lean on and sit with your knees to your chest.

“do you want me to use a toy?” you asked coyly.

jim thought about it, and felt his cock throb at the image.

“yes baby, grab one of your dildos, can you do that?” he asked softly, the fluttering in your stomach only growing as you smiled and reached over to your night stand.

you opened the drawer to pull out a neon pink dildo that was not nearly as thick as him, but well endowed enough for you to feel full, as full as you could feel without the real thing.

“you’re fucking pretty like that, love watching you fuck yourself dumb,” jim admitted and you bit your lip, bringing the tip of the fake cock to rub between your lips and against your clit.

jim was imagining it as himself, teasing your tight hole until he finally gets wet enough with your juices to slide inside. he wanted to be the one filling you up and watching you squeeze around his cock.

“you’re one of my top customers, sir, do you watch me a lot?” you asked in a breath as you watched him pump his swollen cock, and moved the shaft of the pink toy between your cunt lips.

watching the way your cunt sucked the toy in without even sliding inside of you made his leg twitch, moving it to bend at the knee as he stroked tighter.

“i do, baby. can’t help it when you have such a pretty, thick fuckin’ pussy,” he breathed, sitting up a bit more, “fuck, i think you’d look real nice sittin’ on my cock, get you soakin’ me,”

you saw the slight chub of his belly, the hair on his chest and the thickness of his thighs — all manly.

the hair on his arms and the thickness of his fingers wrapping around his shaft to jerk himself off, ignoring the burning desire to see the man behind the username. it was causing you to clench around nothing as you leaned back on the stack of pillows, letting on hand squeeze at your breast and the other guiding the tip of the toy to stretch your hole.

“that’s it, honey, let me see how much you can take,” he said gruffly, a low rasp in his voice that added to the powerful aura. he seemed like he was used to being in charge, getting what he wanted, knowing how to get what he wants.

all you wanted right now was to be what he wanted.

“mmphf, fuck, i-,” you gasped as you sunk the toy further into your cunt, “-haven’t fucked in a long time,”

jim groaned at that, watching how your cunt stretched around the toy the further you welcomed it inside of you.

“aw,” he cooed and you heard the slick rhythm of his hand stroking his cock, “i bet you wished you did meet ups yeah? i don’t see how anyone wouldn’t wanna fuck that pretty face,”

“fuck, fuck so good, ‘s fuckin’ good,” you moaned and bucked your hips as you tried to copy the same pace jim was going.

when he realized this, he felt his balls tighten and let out a throaty moan.

“oh fuck, you need this cock that bad? tell me sweet girl, tell me you need me,”

you did what he asked for. you weren’t going to say no.

“yes! yes sir! please, i need you, need your thick fucking cock inside me,” you cried as you threw your head back, the juices around your toy gathering to tell the entire neighborhood how wet a random man on the internent had you.

“oh baby, you sound so fucking pretty, so needy,” he taunted and you could practically hear the smile on his words.

“cus’ i need you, need your dick,” you cried as you pushed the toy deep inside you, hitting a spot that sent twinges to your clit.

“think about you suckin’ me off, honey, all the time, any time i can,” he admitted through the computer and your body responded to his.

you watched as his sloppy fist pumped around his cock, throbbing for you as you continued your pace with your dildo. you pulled the cock all the way out of your hole, just to prod the tip between your pussy lips and fuck your hole with just the tip.

“fuck,” you cried, feeling an unusual build up in your tummy, “want your cock, want it so bad,”

jim was watching you fuck yourself, the way you fucked your hole with just the head of the fake cock and watched you play with your nipples. it was too much, so much to take in from you and he groaned loudly, watching as you started to squirm.

“fuck, fuck ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum,” you chanted and jim tsked.

“not yet baby, what did i say?” he ordered and you whined, moving your other hand down to rub firm circles with two fingers on your clit.

“doing so good, come on, talk to me princess.” he asked and you cried, clearing your throat.

“please, let me cum on your cock, let me soak it please, i wanna cum for you, just you, wanna show you how much i need your cock,” you moaned, imagining his thickness filling you up until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“so fucking big, so thick, gonna stretch me out so much sir,” you added and he grunted, his fist massaging at his head as he thrusts into his palm.

“fuck, fuck baby go on, cum for me, let me see you cum on that cock,” he strained as he neared his own orgasm, watching the desperation in your eyes turn to glee.

your fingers rubbed firmer, faster and you moved the dildo to slowly slide back inside of you and when you felt the stretch again — you let out a throaty cry when you felt the tension of your release break.

“oh my ff-” you tried, “cumming, ‘m cumming,”

something inside you snapped, and the tension in your lower belly spread through your body as chills ran over and you heard something sort of a faucet running.

but it was just you, making a mess over your bed and letting this man watch as you squirted for him on the dildo. your legs shook and trembled as heat flooded your face, eyes rolling back and letting your body convulse at his doing.

“oh fuck,” he grunted, thrusting one last time into his fist before he lets spurts of cum hit his belly, wincing with every stroke and calling just for you. watching you had been one of the best things he’s seen in a while, and only made the need to have you even stronger.

like that’d ever happen.

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stepping into the new holiday season took a lot out of you, especially with going to the supermarket for christma decorations a little towards the middle of november.

you went in for a couple of things only, not focusing on the rest of the world just about what you need. of course, until you got so distracted you back up into a tall, full figure.

you turn in the aisle, scanning up the frame you bumped into and meeting with a beige police uniform, and up to the unshaven face of jim hopper. of course you didn’t know who he was, but he knew who you were. you were too entranced by the roundness of his face and the mustache that sat on his top lip, until he raised his eyebrow at you.

“oh! i’m so sorry, sir, i just wasn’t paying attention,” you blushed and his throat tightened at the formal name you gave him.

there was no way you’d know it was him that night, the one that watched you squirt for him. so he needed to play it cool, especially finally seeing you in person. full, luscious and gorgeous — clothes hugging every curve that he’d have memorized.

“it’s alright honey, honest mistake, yeah?” he says, his frame towering over you.

“yeah,” you said shyly and looked down the aisle under his gaze, “honest mistake.” he was gorgeous, sculpted like a man who could protect you if need be. he made you nervous and it wasn’t just because he was the chief. according to his badge, at least.

“are ya new in town?” he asked, moving his hat off of his head and into his cart he had.

“sort of, didn’t even really know they had an actual police department here.” you said, half joking. it was a small town, and seemed a little run down.

jim just chuckled, and shook his finger at you, “you’re funny,”

you just blushed, putting the christmas lights you held in your hands in the basket. he watched your every movement, watched you turn and face him again while you inhaled and exhaled. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“well, i better get going. have a good day, sir.” you smiled, pushing your basket down the aisle as he watched you leave.

“have a good day, honey. let me know if you ever need anything.”

you just smiled and thanked him, turning back and walking to turn into another aisle. he itched to see you again, needing to hear your voice in person again.

that night you got a message from the same user who gave you butterflies in your stomach, and who watched you strip bare for him on halloween night.

should be careful who you bump into these days, honey. didn’t want to say anything in person so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, but you’re even prettier in person. you know where to drop by if you ever need some help.

you hiccuped, instantly typing back to the man in uniform.

that was you? you’re the chief?

he responded swiftly, quickly.

does that make you uncomfortable?

you grinned at the text box, moving your fingers around the keyboard.

no actually, i might have to drop by the station now that i think about it. need a little bit of extra help from one of the guys there, you wouldn’t know anyone who could be of service do you?

i do, actually. he’s the chief, just call this number here and he’ll get to you as soon as possible, baby.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year ago

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Day Nineteen: Jim Hopper + Uniform

There's something about Jim, and that's before you come to the sheriff's department to bring him lunch one afternoon.

You and Jim had been dating for a few very good months now, but you had yet to see him outside of the fancy restaurant Enzo's, at his cabin, or when you took little trips and stayed in a comfy little bed and breakfast.

You had just been yearning to see him in his whole get-up. Wanted to see if he stretched out the sheriff's shirt like he did the nice flannels he wears to Enzo's or how he stretches out the jeans how he does the sweatpants he wears.

You were in a dazed thought as you pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff's department. You aren't sure how long you'd been driving while making up dreams of what Hopper might be looking like this afternoon.

When you walked into the department you had excepted it to be crowded and filled with life, but it really wasn't. You looked out the window realizing that you might have come at a bad time. You walked towards the front desk. An older woman stood up, "What can I help you with dear?" The older woman asked.

You look down at my purse and the lunch bag you had locked in your hand. "I was… I'm wondering where I might find Sheriff Hopper?" You asked in the strongest of voices. Her face contorted for a slipt second then she just had a realization. "You must be Y/n, I'm Florence, Hopper's secretary." You release a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding on, so tightly.

"He'll be back in a few had to pick up a troubled kid, you can wait in his office," Florence says to you. You walk in stride behind her trying to keep up with the older women. Florence opens the door for you, and you turn. "How do you know me?" You ask her, She smiles "Hopper talks about you a lot even if he's not that much of a talker." With that Florence is gone, and you're left in Hopper's office.

While you wait you get his food out of the bag, placing it on the right side of the desk, and you start to look around at the walls of his office. Pictures, and photos with special people around the town when Hopper had become sheriff.

“I’m not bookin' you, son, I’m just gonna call your uncle.” You hear Hopper talking outside the office. You panic for a moment and jumble around to get into the seat across from his desk.

The door opens wide and with a pounding force on the other side. Hopper doesn’t notice you at first not until he goes to sit down and he sees food, and then your beautiful face.

“What are you… FLORENCE?” Hopper shouts. She walks fast to the door. “Oh, I forget to tell you that Y/n was here.” She leaves. Leaving Hopper standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You were gonna call somebody? Do I need to leave?” You ask him. He looks down at you. Anger and confusion melt away. “Oh hell no, stay here and then I can have lunch with ya sweetheart,” Hopper says. He settles down and reaches over for the phone.

It’s a rather short conversation with “I understand” and “It won’t happen again.”s added to almost every single other thread of conversation.

“Now let me get back to you sweetheart,” Hopper says. His voice was deeper and thicker. He gets up to the chair squealing with the weight coming off the old springs. “Stand up sweetheart,” Hopper says shutting his door and his blinds. “For privacy love.” He assures you.

You stand up. You had worn a little sun dress, one that gave off the curves of your body. Exposing most of your skin to the afternoon sun. "Do a little spin f'me." Hopper's voice is husky, sending shivers down to your core. As you spin the dress flutters up exposing more of your skin to Hopper.

"God'damn, you are so beautiful," Hopper mutters mostly to himself. You smile timidly. This is new territory. You want to ask Hopper to do a spin of his own. You want to see how he looks in his whole uniform. The light brown doesn't clash with his skin, rather makes his blue eyes sparkle.

He reaches out his hand for you to take. "Come sit on my lap?" He offers, and you take his hand. He walks softly to his chair getting comfortable before dragging you into his lap. Hopper's one thigh becomes your seat.

You talk and Hopper eats.

Hopper can feel your heat seeping through your cotton panties into his work slacks. It's driving him insane as you innocently talk about the garden behind your house, and how the kids that you do story time with at the library today were so good at listening today.

Hopper bounces his leg, bouncing you ever so slightly up and back down. You don't say anything about it at first. You nibble at your own food, not really hungry for food right now. Maybe Hopper reads your mind, or maybe something else gives it away.

Continuously Hopper bounces his leg, giving a few sharp bounces, and a few loose and slow ones. Trying to gather some sort of rhythm, that's good for both you and his leg.

Hopper finishes up the food you delivered to him, but he doesn't want you to go just yet. You go to get up after Hopper had thrown his trash into the can across the room. A large hand pulls you back down.

"Don't go just yet, baby," Hopper whispers. You nod and stay put. The bouncing of his leg hasn't stopped only getting better and better. The vibration and the force on your clit hitting the muscular thigh make your eyes go crossed. "I can feel your heat through all these layers," Hopper whispers into your ear, as he pulls your back into his chest. You try to look at him as your head rests on his shoulder.

"Jim…" a strangled moan falls from your lips. You don't ever call him by his first name unless you have far long gone in your mind. Lost to the power of your euphoria. "Are you enjoyin' yourself?" Hopper asks in a sultry tone. You moan, and press your lips into his bread-covered jawline.

Your imagination could never meet the reality of what and how Hopper feels in his uniform. You can feel the hard metal of his buckle digging into your back, but you welcome the pain of it. "Answer me, sweetheart." Hopper demands of you. "Yes… fu… yeah JIm I…" You're having a hard time expressing yourself as he grinds his kneecap into your clit. Wet panties sticking to the material of the slacks. "I bet you are sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are. You gonna make yourself cum on my thigh baby?" He whispers to you.

Your mind was already frizzy and frazzled, but now it's white-hot blank. You see nothing but the euphoric feeling that pumps through your body. You shift needing more pressure, or attention. Hopper's hands are held around your waist and pressed flush into your breast.

Your hands land on the crumb-covered part of the desk. Knuckles going white, and eyes closing tightly as you get just the right amount of pleasure from the hard muscle between your thighs. "Oh, sweetheart…" Hopper mumbles, "I can feel you, gonna cum baby? I know you are, god you're so beautiful." Hopper words are hot and push you over the edge.

Cumming through your white cotton panties and all over his uniform slacks. Your body leans, and lumps over the desks. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Hopper's large hand sprawls against your back as he rubs deep, and meaningful circles into your back to calm you.

"Fuck Hopper…" You mumble out, "Did you come just for lunch, or where you think' about somethin' else." You chuckle a little, "What… I got a little hot from your sheriff's uniform." You say back, not yet lifting yourself from the desk. "Good to know sweetheart."

Completed: 07/29/23

Posted on: 10/19/23

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ashwhowrites · 1 year ago

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A story request where hopper is your dad's best friend and you definitely should not be attracted to him and the same goes with him, he should definitely not be attracted to you because of your big age gap but at the end they don’t care about what people would say about them and they start being together after days of teasing. Thank you in advance🫶🏻

I love me some Hopper and an age gap fic. I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3

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Dad's best friend

Jim Hopper, many know him as the chief of police, some know him as El's dad, but Y/N knew him as the man in her wet dreams. The man she has been attracted to since she met him at sixteen, and she knew how wrong it was. She was too young for him and he was her best friend's dad. But she was a young girl and it was a tiny crush, she'd be over it in no time.

Now, she was twenty-one and still crushing on Jim Hopper, even worse than before. She always found him attractive, but now he was fit, lean, and even more handsome than before. She felt like she could barely control herself when she was near him. All she thought about was him bending her over and screaming his name for hours. She wanted him to cuff her to the bed and ruin her for hours. His deep voice growled in her ear as he emptied himself inside of her.

But that would never happen, because it was wrong. Yet, she found herself flirting with him whenever she could. She loved the pissed-off look on his face, but the hungry look in his eyes. He wanted her too.

Liking a girl that was many years younger than him was something Hopper struggled with for years. His best friend's daughter Y/N has been prancing around him since the second she was eighteen.

He knew it was so wrong to be attracted to her, but he couldn't help it. He tried to brush off her advances toward him. Ignoring her flirtatious looks and the lust in her eyes. He had to fight himself every day not to take her right where she stood and ruin her.

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On her twenty-second birthday, she was out of patience. She didn't care what people thought of them or how much her date would hate it. She just needed to have him, even if it was just one time.

She knocked on his door, praying El wasn't home. Hopper opened the door and he didn't look surprised to see her there.

"Is El home?" She asked, he looked at her confused and shook his head no.

"Good." She said, then threw her arms over his shoulders and smashed her lips on his. She tried not to think, just focusing on the feeling of his lips and his beard scratching her skin.

Hopper wanted to pull away, he knew he should have pulled away, but he found himself grabbing the back of her thighs, lifting her, and slamming her against the wall. He closed the door with his foot, smashing his lips against hers. His big hands held her thighs as she locked her ankles around him.

His tongue pushed into her mouth and she moaned at the taste of him. The mixture of beer and cigarettes was the best thing she's ever tasted. Her hands moved up to his shaved head and clawed down his neck. She rolled her hips against him, loving the deep grunt that left his throat.

They knew they'd have to hear about the town hating their relationship, and that many wouldn't accept it. But they didn't care, she wanted to be with him and he wanted to be with her.

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After a few months of being together, they knew they made the right choice. El loved their relationship and loved having Y/N around. Y/N was young enough to enjoy the same things with El and Hopper loved watching them connect.

The town had negative things to say about her and things to say about him being the chief. But he focused on the laughs and smiles that were shared at the dinner table. He loved cleaning up the kitchen as Y/n sang quietly. He loved sneaking under the covers when El went to bed.

Hopper had the small family he's been looking for.

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years ago

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the hurt is good

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 5,163

warnings: swearing, cops, talk of jail/billy's abuse, neil, fluff and love

a/n: well, here it is. this is the very last part of my very first series. i am very proud of the ending i've created for these two. i like to think i've given billy what he deserved. i'm so grateful for all of the feedback and support you've given me on the previous parts. also, a part of this relies heavily on hopper’s letter from season 3, so that’s that, and then some of his other dialogue. i’ve found that it fit billy effortlessly. i really hope you enjoy this and maybe find some solace in it. i love you all <333

before you read, listen to: time after time by cyndi lauper and/or the promise by when in rome

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The first night without Neil, Hopper sits in his car outside the house. He promised no one would hurt them. He means it.

Nicky went to high school with both Hopper and Joyce. In fact, she was suspended for dealing them weed under the bleachers at one point. She regrets nothing to this day.

Because of that, it really wasn’t too difficult to have a heart-to-heart with the man, to get him to sit down with Billy. And Max and you. Susan.

Hopper had shown up at the house to speak with Neil. When he arrived, he told you to keep Billy in his room, though that hadn’t mattered. The second Billy realized he might actually get out of this, that he might live without fear of his own father, he buried his face in your chest, tears wetting your collarbones, your t-shirt.

You’d let him get it all out, stroking his loose and frizzy curls, occasionally laying your hands over his ears to muffle any shouting. Billy squeezed you each time you did so.

Even if he was a little hopeful this might work, Billy couldn’t help but think about that night when he was a kid. When his mama left him with Neil.

He’d sat on his bedroom floor, trying to be quiet while his dad showered, pleading with her.

“Please mom, don’t do this. Please come home.”

“How long? How long?”

“I miss you.”

She was the last person he felt safe with, before you. And she’d gone, leaving her boy with him. Trapped. Part of him wasn’t sure this would work out. He’d hoped for so long that his mother would return, and she hadn’t. Neil had dictated everything in Billy’s life so far, so how was it possible for anything to change?

Hopper had given Neil Hargrove one option.

“You’re gonna sign these papers,” he’d said, gesturing at the divorce packet lying on the table, “and I’m going to quietly take you down to the station and expose you for the piece of shit you are. Lock you up for abusing your child.”

Neil had started screaming about how Hopper had no right to do any of this, to barge into his home claiming all of this.

“Sure, yeah, pitch a fit. Like that’s gonna change anything,” Hopper said, entertained by the fact that Neil was acting like the victim.

During one of the intervals where your hands were pressed to Billy’s ears, the hoop in the left one biting into your palm, you’d caught something Hopper said.

“I suggest you shut your mouth before you give me something else to report.” By the tone in his voice, you could imagine that he was inches from Neil’s face.

“You’re a coward,” Hopper had said. “Beating on your kid because your life didn’t turn out right. Well let me tell you something, that’s not his fault. It’s yours.”

There’d been a knock on Billy’s bedroom door followed by Hop’s gruff voice.

“Y/N, kiddo can I have a minute with you?”

Billy had looked up at you, eyes puffy. “I’ll be right back baby, I’m not leaving, I promise.”

You’d pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he’d held onto your hand until it was too far out of his reach.

Shutting the door carefully behind you, you’d looked at him. “We’re taking him away,” he said.

You blinked. “Really?”

“Really. He signed, so Susan is good to go.”

Hopper considered letting Neil run away, making him just disappear, but he didn’t want to chance him doing this to someone else. He’d already done that once though, hadn’t he?

“I’m really proud of you for helping him through this, kid. You remind me of your mom.”

His hand had been warm on your shoulder.

“If you want me to be honest, he’s lucky this prison isn’t very big. But that doesn’t mean nothing will happen if others figure out what he’s in for.”

You nodded, knowingly.

“Powell and Callahan just got here. We’re gonna be quiet. No lights, nothing. I don’t want to make this worse for Billy. But if he wants to see, we’re going soon.”

“Thank you, Hopper,” you’d said, hugging him. He’d let you. He’d had his fair share of a shitty father as a kid. Helping someone like Billy is something he’d always wanted to do.

Back in Billy’s room, you’d taken his face in your hands.

“Baby, they’re taking him now. Do you want to watch or stay inside?”

His back had straightened. He knew what he wanted, and he told you as much, so you led him through to the back steps, holding his hand the whole time, Max behind you, resting her chin on her brother's arm.

Billy got to watch them shove his father in the back of a police car, hands behind his back.

He was finally free.

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Susan pawned most of Neil's more expensive things, that way she'd have money to cover bills for a while and have something to put towards the house payment. She hadn't really been trusted with the financials when Neil was around, aside from basic spending. Now that she had two children to look after, she really didn't want to be in a bad spot.

She had a feeling most newly divorced women would use the money to buy themselves something nice, but she didn't see any point in that. This wasn't about her. This was about making a life where Billy and Max could feel safe.

Even if Billy had whined about it to you at first, having dinner with Max and Susan at least three times a week to start was helping. And he would never admit this, but Susan was actually a pretty damn good cook. Whenever she'd prepared food pre-inmate Neil, they'd been kind of shitty. Billy supposed this had been her tiny form of protest.

It's pretty late now, but Billy is sprawled on the couch watching reruns of whatever. He's really not even entirely sure what's happening on tv. He thinks this might be Cheers. It's the fact that he can be on the couch that he's doing it. He doesn't have any particular reason to hide in his room unless he wants to.

He's missed this couch. It's the same one he's sat on since he was a kid. Since his mother was still around. It was one of the few items that made it to Hawkins when they moved.

Susan has the day off tomorrow. She said so at dinner. Hence why she's still up.

Billy hears her footsteps and looks up when she walks into the room. She gives him a gentle smile.

"I'm making Max some hot chocolate. You feel like some? I have marshmallows too, if you want those."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks."

She smiles again and then disappears for a while before returning with a mug that has a six-year-old Max's hand print on it.

Billy sits up and takes a sip. He can't remember the last time someone made him someone other than you or Nicky made him something like this.

Susan sits down a little ways away from Billy in an oversized chair that Max usually claims as her own. The only time anyone else gets to sit in it are in times like these when she's being forced to do science homework with Dustin yapping in her ear. She'd asked for help, not an entirely new lesson. Dustin did not care.

Susan starts to read a book, and Billy almost forgets she's in the room when she speaks.

"Billy?"

His eyes rove across from the television to her over the top of his mug. She sets the book down.

"I just wanted to apologize. For not doing anything to protect you from your dad. I don't really have a reason other than selfish ones, like I was afraid he'd start on me, or Max. I guess I just thought if he got it out things would be okay." She buries her face in her hands.

"God, I'm so sorry, Billy. This is your home, and I came into your life and took you away from where you'd grown up, and I never stopped to think about what it was doing to you. I was only thinking about myself."

“I should’ve helped take care of you. You were just a kid. You’re still just a kid. And I’ve done nothing but let you down. I want to be better. I’m not saying I want to replace your mom or anything, but I don’t want you to feel unsafe or unwelcome here anymore.”

Billy keeps drinking his hot chocolate but he has to hold it with both hands because they’re shaking now.

“I feel like I don’t even know you. And maybe that’s because you didn’t want to know me, or maybe because I just avoided you.”

“I’m just so sorry, Billy. I want to try. I am trying. The both of you deserve so much better and you don’t have to accept this. I just wanted you to know that and that I care about you.”

Billy is quiet and for a moment it scares Susan, but she understands he might not have anything to say. He might not want to say anything. He might be waiting until he can afford to move out of this fucking house.

But Billy finally sets his mug down. It’s empty. He looks at Susan and he nods.

“It’s okay,” he tells her. “I understand. I don’t blame you and I appreciate that you want to try. I want to try, too.”

Susan nods back, a sweet smile on her face. It’s gentle, the look she’s giving him.

Billy does understand though. His being the target of Neil’s abuse prevented both Max and Susan from it. He understands that Susan was afraid of her husband and the man that she might not have known he’d unveil to be. She was scared. He understands.

He’s willing to try. To let her in.

She stands and picks up Billy’s empty cup. “Was it okay?” she asks, “It’s just the store bought kind.”

“Yeah. Yeah it was great.”

When she grins at him she looks young. She looks tired and upset, but maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it means change. Maybe it means she’s learning. She’s trying.

————

“Wear mine.”

Billy looks at you through the mirror in front of which he’s been primping. He claims he doesn’t like it when you say he’s “getting pretty.” His blush says otherwise.

“Yours?”

He rolls his eyes and puts down the hairspray he was holding. “Yeah. It’s fuckin’ cold tonight. Just put mine on. I don’t want you to walk all the way back to your house just to get something I have.”

You snort, making for his closet door. “All the way back?”

He bumps your hip with his, a common you-little-shit gesture.

“Because I live so far away.” You greet the pornstar taped to the thin wood before sliding it open.

“Should be on the right,” Billy says, ignoring your comment and shoving cologne down the front of his pants while you aren’t looking. It’s a habit at this point. Shit, he doesn’t even think about it, and he knows he doesn’t have to impress you.

You push around the clothing hanging in his closet, a couple button-ups, leather, a sweater you’ve never seen him in. It’s this cream color, thick and cable knit. You pull it out.

“How come you don’t wear this?” you ask, holding it up to him. He unsnaps another button from his shirt and your eyes follow the movement even though you don’t mean to ogle.

Billy looks the sweater up and down like it’s grossing him out. “I wore it once,” he tells you.

“Once,” you mock playfully, putting the shirt back into his closet.

Billy’s hands are on your hips in an instant, spinning you around. “I thought you were getting a jacket, not raiding my belongings.”

You stick your tongue out at him. It’s childish and you know it, but you do it anyway. He smacks your ass in retaliation, and you go to squeeze his but he grabs your wrist, pulling it to his mouth so that he can kiss your pulse point.

“Barf.” The voice makes you turn your head, and Max has pushed the door open fully where it had been cracked.

“Hi, Max,” you say, pulling your hand from Billy’s grasp, even if he pouts, and moving to actually retrieve the denim jacket you’d been instructed to wear.

You can feel Billy and Max staring at each other. “What do you need?” he asks her.

“Just came to see if we were planning on leaving today or if I should maybe hitch a ride elsewhere.” She enters the room and sits down on the edge of her brother’s bed.

Billy glances at his watch. “You said to have you at El’s by seven-thirty. We’ve got time.”

She crosses her arms and Billy faces the mirror again. He thinks he’s finished. “Did you even finish packing your bag, shithead?”

You shove your arms through the jacket sleeves, looking at Max. She raises her eyebrows. No, she definitely did not. There’s a flash of red hair as she hops up, and then she’s gone, the sound of dresser drawers being yanked open and shut echoing down the hall.

You start rolling up the cuffs, and Billy reaches for the collar, adjusting it for you. You’re focused on getting your hands free when you feel Billy’s finger lifting your chin up. He brings his lips to yours, kissing you once. He pulls away and you move back in, wanting one more. He obliges, albeit grinning at your eagerness. When you’ve gotten your fill, you kiss his cheek, and that’s the one that makes him blush.

He moves away from you, pulling on his own jacket. “I’m gonna go start the car, okay?”

“M’kay.”

Max let it slip once that Billy always went out to warm up the car before taking them to school. She wouldn’t have assumed it was for her right off the bat, but when she realized he didn’t do that when it was just him in the car, she figured out it was him being nice. Now he just does it for the both of you. You won’t ever say anything about it.

You look at yourself in Billy’s mirror, listening to his footsteps down the hall and out into the living room. You put your hands in the pockets of his jacket, and to your surprise you feel something. It’s not spare change, or a lighter–anything you would’ve expected to find.

It’s a sheet of paper. You pull it out, thinking it might be homework he tucked away or a receipt or something. It’s not, though. It’s notebook paper, and it’s been neatly folded like it was done with purpose.

You sit on the edge of Billy’s bed, and unfold it. To your surprise, it’s a page covered in his handwriting, that pretty, sometimes faintly cursive scrawl. There are some lines scratched out because he used a pen and couldn’t erase. But the thing that catches your eye is the very first line. It’s just your name. It’s a letter. A letter for you.

Your heart starts to race and you find yourself beginning to read, sinking further into his mattress.

There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about, it reads.

Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long I’d forgotten what those were. I’ve been stuck in one place. In a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave. And then I sat with you at lunch, and bought you a book, and suddenly you were part of my life. For the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy.

But, tonight I’ve been feeling distant from you. Like I’m pulling away from you or something. I’m sitting here and I’m thinking about the way you looked at me that first night at the record store. The way you held on to me when I slept over for the first time. I’m not even sure if you remember it, but every time I tried to move throughout the night you whined like you were afraid I was going to leave you. Like you needed me.

But you didn’t know about my dad or that I was falling in love with you then. And I can’t stop thinking about how I raised my voice at you when I came over today.

You pause, realizing when it was that he wrote this. The day he fought back.

And I’ve been afraid for so long that I might turn out like him. That I might be just the same. And I’ve been scared that you might realize that too and leave me behind. But I didn’t feel that way today when you spoke to me like a human being and you wanted to work things out. I’m changing. You’re changing me. We’re changing. And I guess, if I’m being really honest, that’s what scares me. I don’t want things to change. Because there’s a part of me that worries you might still change your mind. The rest of me knows you won’t.

So I think maybe what I’m saying is that when you didn’t know about how I felt or who I really am on the inside that it didn’t feel like I’d lose you. But now I’ve let you in and you can see all of me. And now that you’ve said you love me I really don’t want things to change. I don’t want to lose you or want you to go.

But I know that’s naive. To think you’ll leave. That’s not who you are. I know you’d look at me and say that’s not how this is going to work.

My whole life everyone has picked someone else over me. Left me behind. Left me on my own. And I know that’s how life works. It’s moving. Always moving and people change whether you like it or not. But you’ve taught me that change can be good. That it doesn’t always mean people changing their mind about me. About caring about me or that I’m good enough to keep around.

And sometimes change is painful. Sometimes it’s sad and sometimes it’s surprising.

Happy.

So you know what? I don’t think change is bad anymore. I think I’m supposed to learn from it. I think that when life hurts, because I know parts of it are going to hurt and there will be things that always hurt, I should remember it. Because the hurt is good. It means I’m out of that cave.

I just want you to hold my hand while I figure it all out.

You finish reading and fold the letter back up, putting it back where you found it. You hadn’t realized you were crying, but you were, and you spend the next few minutes fixing yourself in Billy’s mirror.

When he returns he thinks you’re the one primping.

“Ready, baby?” he asks. “Max is in the car.”

You turn to him, and he smiles at you. That pretty, pretty smile. You kiss him on both cheeks and then shut off his bedroom light.

“I’m ready.”

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Billy pulls away from Hop’s cabin after dropping Max off, but he’s quick to stop the car again.

You were quiet the whole way there. Sweet as always, no doubt, but it was clear something was bothering you. He doesn’t like it when things upset his girl.

“What are you doing, Hargrove? We’re gonna miss the movie if you keep this up.”

He raises his eyebrows at you. “Well excuse the hell outta me, hon’.”

You slap your hands against your face, peeking through your fingers at him in hopes that he’ll go ahead and scold you.

“I want you to tell me what’s wrong, baby.” Billy doesn’t have to elaborate. You never seem to have to explain your feelings to him much anymore. It’s like he’s figuring you out, like he understands and knows when something’s bugging you or if you’re hurting.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” you say.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know.”

You nod, and reach into the pocket of the jacket, pulling free the paper. It’s seconds before Billy sees the striped sheet that he remembers what it is, what he’d left in there.

It all comes back to him, his wrist hurting from pouring his heart out, the relief he felt at putting his feelings somewhere.

You hand it to him. He unfolds it and scans it over. “You read it?” He knows you did.

“Yeah.” You smile shyly at him, and it’s the same smile you gave him that very first night that you came to check on him. Billy wants to kiss you, so he leans over the center console and does; he presses his mouth to your forehead, warm and sweet. His presence is all-encompassing: heady cologne, minty gum. So very Billy. So much like home.

He hands the paper back to you. “Feelings, huh?” he says, his mouth pulling up at the corners.

“Feelings.”

You sandwich your hands between your thighs, taking a deep breath. Your eyes start to water and you can’t help it.

“Billy, I would never leave you, okay?” You were hoping the tears wouldn’t spill over, but it doesn’t matter because your voice fails you. It wavers and you sound fragile, young. And then he’s taking your face in his hands, wiping under your eyes even though there isn’t anything to wipe yet, just soothing motions over the apples of your cheeks, calloused thumbs and warm skin.

He stares at you, his eye contact unbreaking. When he looks at you like that, blue eyes boring into yours, you can’t help but feel a little full. Because he’s looking at you like that. You.

“I know that. I know.”

You nod, and he nods with you, so much that it looks silly, the both of you nodding, and you start to laugh.

“I made you feel that way? Really?”

“Of course you did,” Billy says. “My whole life I’ve felt like I’m like a black hole or somethin’. You don’t make me feel that way.”

Your heart aches for him. For this boy who’s had no one tell him how good he is. Who’s finally let you in. Who’s finally realized he can have better, and that he deserves to.

“I love you, Billy.”

He kisses you on each cheek, your face warm against his lips. He grins and you can feel it on your face.

“I love you too.”

When you get to the movie theater, you do pay for popcorn, and you do hand him the snacks you kept in your bag after you take your seats. Your mother said movie candy was getting much too expensive.

You pop a handful of Sno Caps in your mouth, and Billy opens his mouth. You sprinkle some in his, and then reach for his hand.

He looks down at your clasped fingers while a kid almost faceplants with a bucket of popcorn on the way up the stairs. Thankfully their father caught them first.

“You did say you wanted me to hold your hand.”

“I did,” Billy says.

—————

“Sit still, I’ll be right back, I swear.”

Billy crosses his arms, but it’s hard for him to look entirely brooding when he’s got plum shadow on his eyelids. You stand. “Here, Max, supervise.” You hand her the brush between your fingers, and she snorts at her brother from where she lays across your bed.

You make for the living room, suppressing a grin at the sounds of laughter emanating from the area. Susan and Nicky sit on opposite sides of the couch, watching The Golden Girls and talking about whatever it is that mothers-of-dating-children talk about.

“Mom,” you say, coming to a stop in front of her.

“Hi, honeybee. What’s the matter?”

“Can I use some of your makeup? There’s some things you’ve got that I haven’t and–”

She smiles at you, adjusting the well-loved pillow squished behind her back. “You know you can. Whatever you need.”

Her grin is contagious, and you find yourself smiling back just the same. “Thank you.”

She nods. “Playing dress up?” Your mother gives you a knowing look, thinking about the idea you’d had in mind ever since you watched Rocky Horror with Billy that first time.

“You could say so,” you tell her, and then you’re off to raid her bathroom cabinet, pulling free the large and full bag of goodies.

You start to rifle through the corduroy pouch, but decide it’d be easier to take the whole thing with you to your room, so that’s what you do.

When you return, you settle on your knees in front of your boyfriend, still finding it odd that you get to call him that now, even if that is exactly what he is to you. Your pretty, pretty boyfriend. Your boyfriend who’s letting you do his makeup.

Max hands you your brush back, raising herself up on her elbows so that she can watch the show better.

“Hi,” you say to him, pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Hi,” he responds, his voice showing all signs that he’s both enjoying this, yet also grumping about the fact that he let you do it in the first place. He settles back on his hands, legs spread so that you can sit in between them and reach him. You pull free both the pencil of thick liner you’d been looking for, and a pot of blush you know to be much pinker than the one you’ve got. Yours has also been broken on multiple occasions so that now it’s just little bits of pink powder sliding around in the pan.

You uncap the liner first, a warm brown shade, clearly freshly sharpened by your mother. “Close your eyes, pretty please,” you tell him. He obliges, lids fluttering shut.

You reach out, and starting to drag the tip of the pencil across his skin, you realize your hand isn’t as steady as you’d like, considering the fact that you’re also half-focused on not kneeing Billy in a place you’re quite sure he’d prefer to not be kneed.

You let out a frustrated sigh, and Billy blinks up at you. “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t working. Just–” You shove the eyeliner pencil into his hands, and then move from between his legs. You grip his calves and move his legs together, then crawl forwards a little and straddle his lap.

He grins up at you, a cocky and mischievous look. “Comfy?”

“Shut up and close your eyes again.”

“Well you don’t want much.”

You pinch the squish of his side and he swats blindly at your arm. You take Billy’s face in your hand, resting the pinky of your dominant one against his cheekbone. This go around you’re able to drag the liner effectively across his eyelid. A tap at his face signals he needs to look up, and when he does, you do the same to his lower hip. Afterwards, you take a super small brush that Max found and use it to smudge the eyeliner out some, that way the lines aren’t so harsh.

You finish and take Billy’s face in your hands again, turning it to face Max. “Thoughts?”

She taps her chin, though smiling all the same. “Very nice.”

With a little more manhandling, you get some mascara on those lashes of his, though not without a little pleased squeaking in the process. It’s at the blush that you get excited enough to make him laugh. You swipe your brush heavily across his cheeks, and then the tip of his nose, where you’re probably much too generous. You don’t care. He looks so, so pretty, all blushy like this.

“Part your lips.” You say, thumb tugging at his bottom one. You put a gloss on Billy’s lips and almost lose it for good. He’s so gorgeous.

When you finish, you wipe your hands clean on a towel and back up a little ways from him to survey your work.

You clap your hands. “Max, help me. Would you look at this?”

She does, laughing gleefully. “Oh my god, this is so good.”

You look Billy in the eyes, and Max hops up off of your bed to get a better look. “You look so gorgeous, my love.”

He’s thankful for the blush in that moment, because without it you’d see the effect your using that name had on him.

“Thank you,” he says.

“Wanna see?” God, you look so happy.

“Do I have to?”

You bite your lip and Billy pulls it free, taking the little handheld mirror from you.

And, honestly, he thinks he looks kinda hot. You picked a good eyeshadow color, one that makes his blue eyes stand out even more, and he just looks pretty. Just as you’d said.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes. You did a very good job.”

He goes to kiss you, but you stop him. “Nope. You’ll mess up my work!”

Billy rolls his eyes and flips Max a bird when he sees her giggling at your enthusiasm and his compliance.

“Can I take a picture?” you ask.

Billy holds up his hands. “Oh hell no.”

“Billy, she needs to document her masterpiece,” Max says, though really she knows it’d make great blackmail. That and she loves how happy the both of you seem. She’d like to remember this too.

“Please?” You give him your very best puppy dog eyes, making sure they’re watery and everything. You know he’ll give in.

“Fine. But you show this to anyone, and you’re both dead.”

You laugh, grabbing for your Polaroid camera. “Who the fuck do you think I’m gonna show? Everyone I know is in this room.”

Billy’s smiles then, and you’re just quick enough to catch it. You get another after you kiss his sparkly forehead. And when you’ve finished, you stick them in the frame of your mirror so they’ll always be there.

That night, after Max and Susan have gone home, you sit in the bathroom to help Billy wash the makeup off, but only when you’d let Nicky see, and she thought he looked stunning. Showstopping, she’d said.

And it’s then, as you wipe the rosy tinge from his cheeks, revealing his freckles once again, that you realize months before this you’d been so alone. You’d ached for a moment like this.

And here you were. So even if the journey to get here had hurt, even if it’d been hard and pushed you to your limits, it’s okay. Because that’s how life works. It hurts sometimes. And that’s okay.

Because the hurt? The hurt is good.

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Jump then fall | Steve Harrington x reader

Chapter two - ‘I wish that you would stay in my memories’

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Summary - after 7 years of being split apart from your childhood friend Steve you return to hawkins after your younger sisters tragic death, and parents messy divorce. But the Steve you came back to isn’t the same Steve you left behind.

My dad and I spent the entire weekend practically dancing around the topic of our fight Friday night. We didn't talk much; I slept in both days; he went to work early; he got home late, and I locked myself in my room. So, Monday morning is awkward. I'm in my room getting ready for school. I try my hardest to stall. Taking forever picking out my outfit (a pair of straight-legged jeans, a white tank top, an old flannel, and my black Converse), brushing my hair and teeth, and ensuring everything's in my bag. Unfortunately, I didn't take long enough because my dad was still sitting at our dining room table (which isn't much of a dining room table) reading a newspaper.

I knew he was waiting for me because he was fully dressed in his uniform, and it was evident that he hadn't just gotten up. I place my bag on the kitchen counter as I say, "You're going to be late," he mutters a quiet "Nope" as he lets the newspaper fall to the table. "Told Flo I was coming in late today" I take out two bowls as I choose what cereal I would like to start my day with. cocoa puffs, obviously. Dad won't eat breakfast unless I force him to. It's not a 'woman should make all meals for men' mentality, it's a 'breakfast is useless, and I won't eat it unless I'm getting it shoved down my throat' mentality. So normally every morning before I leave for school, I shove a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice or water in front of him in hopes that he'll at least take a few bites.

"Cocoa puffs good with you?" I ask as I pour my bowl, "yeah, that's fine" he replies as I go on to pour his as well. I place his bowl in front of him and he immediately begins to dig in while I walk back over to my bowl that is still sat on the counter. "You need a ride to school?" Dad asks, words muffled as he continues to shove spoonful after spoonful of cereal into his mouth even as he talks. "mhm," I reply with a nod as I swallow down a spoonful of cereal.

We both Scarff down our cereal, before attempting to try to make it to my school before the first late bell. Dad parked in front of the front door of Hawkins High as we bid our goodbyes. "Do you need a ride home? Can take my break then if you need me to." I shrug, "Dunno, I'll call you if I need you to" he nods and mutters a quiet "alright, bye love you" I nod as I push open the passenger door and hop out. Just as I was about to sling my bag over my shoulder, two arms wrapped around my waist. I internally groan. I don't like doing the whole PDA thing in front of my dad. It's embarrassing, but because I don't want to upset Shawn, I go ahead with it, anyway. I turn around so I face Shawn. "Where have you been? Haven't heard from you all weekend."

"grounded" I mutter with an eye-roll. he fully ignores the fact that my father is sitting in the vehicle behind us as he presses his lips against mine, trying to initiate a full-on make-out session. I kiss him back; I just don't let it become anything more than an elongated peck. I push Shawn away before turning back around towards my father. Dad could tell I was uncomfortable with the whole exchange that had just happened. Dad's eyebrows raised almost as if he was saying, "him really?" I shrug as I say, "Bye Dad love you" and slam the passenger door shut so he can drive off.

Shawn's arm wraps around my waist as we walk into school. "Don't you ever do that again," I say as we walk through the front doors of Hawkins High. "What?!" he exclaims, almost as if he has no common sense. Maybe all of those football head injuries have permanently damaged his critical thinking skills. "don't ever try to kiss me like that in front of my dad, he's- he's not cool like your dad is" Shawn's dad is in many ways just like Shawn and still hasn't outgrown the 'high school jock' mentality even after having two kids, so he's what most teenagers would consider a 'cool dad'. Shawn's dad has packed up him, his wife, and their 6-year-old daughter so Shawn could try in his words 'to get his dick wet'. they left for an entire weekend so Shawn and I could have 'alone time' My dad would beat Shawn's ass if he ever found out I wasn't at Steph's that weekend.

"Fine, okay," Shawn mutters as we stop at my locker. Before I can even try to open my locker, I'm being pressed against the locker, and his lips are pressed against mine. I didn't care about this kind of PDA at school, because every other couple was doing the same exact thing, but Shawn trying to engage in this level of PDA in front of my father just felt wrong. My arms are immediately around his neck as he deepens the kiss. We're interrupted by the sound of a loud bang against the locker beside mine. We pull apart quickly, both our heads darting to see who had made the sound. Steph stood there with a disgusted look on her face as she rolled her eyes. "God, you guys are disgusting," she muttered as she unlocked her locker.

Steph didn't really like men. We'll she liked Jamie Lockhart in eighth grade, but I'm sure that was a phase. Ever since the last day of eighth grade, she's never even shown an interest in men. She only cared about cheer, her grades, and this senior girl, Taylor Scott. She was tall, on the girls' basketball team, and had long ginger hair.

"Yeah, yeah," I mutter with an eye-roll as Steph takes her English notebook out of her locker. "You want to skip first period? Hang out in my car?" Shawn asks, Steph fake gags already knowing what Shawn means by 'hang out' My eyes wander to my left to see Steve. he's stood by the boy's bathrooms, arms crossed over his chest as he glared in our direction. Was he glaring at Shawn? he had that same jealous look on his face. He couldn't possibly be jealous? Could he? No, he couldn't, especially when I found out last night when Dad plugged my phone back up that he had been fooling around with Nancy Wheeler all weekend long.

"y/n?" I'm pulled from my thoughts. My eyes dart back toward Shawn before muttering, "Yeah, yeah sure."

"We should go," I mutter, pulling away from Shawn's lips. His left hand rubs circles into the skin underneath my shirt. He whines "But-" I shake my head. "I need to at least go to my second period," he hums and quietly nods. "Fine, but can we come back out here after lunch" I roll my eyes. "Maybe"

When I get back into the building, I immediately begin to walk towards my second period, which is English. I walk into classroom 105 and take a seat right smack dab in the middle, close enough to see the board, but not too close to be the center of attention. Steve was sitting in the back with a few other junior friends who failed sophomore English last year like he did. I swear he's trying to fail it a second time, which wouldn't be the first time he's done that. The late bell rings and the teacher, Mrs. Sanchez, begins her lesson. I pay enough attention to grasp the concepts, but not too much attention to be labeled as a nerd.

"Alright for this project I want you to group up in pairs." the whole class celebrates with quiet 'yes's and 'hell ya's.' but the celebration is quickly disrupted by Mrs. Sanchez continuing her sentence. "Pairs that I will be picking, so when I call your name, stand up and find somewhere to sit with your partner" I zone out, as I anxiously await to hear my name. Finally, at about the halfway point, Mrs. Sanchez calls out my name and then pairs it with Steve Harrington. Of course. Obviously, I no longer completely disliked him after our conversation at Friday's football game, but that didn't mean I wanted to do an entire project with him.

I let out a quiet groan, hoping he'd hear it, and decide to let me do all the work. I get up because he is sitting there, leaning back in his chair with a smirk on his face. I pull the now empty desk next to him, so it presses against his, before I sit down. "So, what's this supposed to be about?" Steve asks just as Mrs. Sanchez begins passing out a sheet of paper. She places a sheet right where our desks are conjoined. Both Steve and I race to pick up the sheet of paper, and I win, taking the obviously freshly copied piece of paper into my hands. In big bold letters, the words 'paired essay assignment' is printed at the top with 'graded' in a smaller font just below it. I place the paper down on my desk and write our names and the date at the top.

'Y/N Hopper and Steve Harrington 10/7/83'

"You will compare the books we've read so far this year, 'Fahrenheit 451' and 'To Kill a Mockingbird,' noting the similarities and differences between the two," I read out loud. I know Steve is barely listening to what I'm saying, but I want Mrs. Sanchez to at least see that I'm trying to work with him. I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes before reading out the next sentence. "You can either write an essay or create a poster board" I turn my head to Steve, noticing him staring at a girl seated up at the front, a freshman named Lacie Tompson who was somehow so smart she skipped up to sophomore English. "So, which one do you want to do?"

Steve turns his head, shrugging. "Which is the easiest?" I hum as I pondered. The essay would be easier for me to do all the work, but the poster would be easier for him if he somehow decided he wanted to do some of the work. "Poster, probably," I reply, leaning back into my seat. He nods and replies, "Poster," before beginning to talk to one of his basketball friends.

Once 8th period ended, I raced out to the payphones that sat alone on the side of the school. Ever since I stayed out a little too late and didn't tell my father where I was, he implemented a rule that I had to inform him of my whereabouts after school, even if I'd be back home before him. It was an absolute pain, but I'd rather take the two seconds to call the station than face his wrath later tonight. I push a few quarters into the coin slot before punching in the station's number.

It rings 3 times, bringggg, bringgg, bringggg.

Before Flo answers the phone, as usual. "Hello this is Hawkins police station; my name is Florence. How may I help you?" I let her get out the scripted sentence she's mandated to say before rushing through my own words. "Hey, Flo. Is my dad there? " Flo's silent for a second as if she's looking at the schedule before she replies "No ma'am" I groan. Where could he possibly be at 3:30 on a Monday? "Where is he?" she hums before saying, "Should still be at the middle school if you catch him in time. " I groan once again, rushing out a "thanks" before turning around to see Steve in his BMW pulling up.

"So, we're going to mine or not?" he asks as he rolls down his passenger side window. I groan, hanging the phone back up on the pay phone. I walk over to his car and get into the passenger side, "gotta go to the middle school and ask my dad" I say with an eye roll as I buckled up. He nods, muttering a quiet "okay" before driving off towards the exit. We drive over to the middle school, and Steve parks next to the front door. Letting me hop out and run inside.

I pull the heavy metal front doors open before walking into all so familiar hallways of Hawkins Middle School. There were still a few students roaming the halls, and some still stalled at their lockers as they talked to their friends. I take a left before reaching the large glass door that leads into the office. I could already see the secretary sitting at her desk, pretending to type away at her computer. I pull the door open and walk inside. The woman, who looked to be in her 50s looked up. "Yes?" Her words drew out, almost as if she found my very existence annoying. "Is my dad here? Jim hopper?" I ask. She nods her head toward the principal's office. "he's in Principal Coleman's office. " I nod and begin to walk down the long hallway toward the principal's office.

The principal's office is at the very end of the hallway. Once I get there, the door is wide open. My dad sits in the chair across from Coleman's. He's leaned back laughing away almost like they were old friends. "Dad," I say, both men look up at me. He hums in response like I was just such a distraction from his awesome conversation with Principal Coleman. "Can I go to Steves?" his eyebrows raise before he replies, "Steve Harrington?" I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest "Yes" he laughs, head turning towards Coleman, who then laughs as well. Probably reliving the mortifying moment when my father punched a 13-year-old. "you two friends again?" he asks in astonishment. I shake my head; I could hardly call us 'friends'. I just slightly tolerate him more than I did before. "We have an English project"

Dad shakes his head before saying "mm no, if you need to do this you can do it at home." My eyes widen and my mouth gapes open. I didn't want to do this at my house. It was embarrassing. Our house was embarrassing. I groan, arms crossing over my chest. I turn around, stomping out of the room, muttering curses under my breath. "If you aren't home when I get off, so help me god!" he shouts, which makes me roll my eyes.

When I get back outside, I see Steve still parked up front, with his head bobbing slightly to the music playing out of his radio. I get back into his car, slamming the door behind me. "He said we have to do it at my house," I mutter, arms still crossed over my chest. Steve smiles, nodding. "Yeah, that's okay. Same place?" he asks. I shake my head "No we moved just...y'know that street that goes in the woods?" he nods "Just go down that one. I'll tell you where to go from there. "

The normally paved roads turn to dirt within a few miles into the woods. "Turn down the next road. You'll see it," I say. I don't know why I always felt so embarrassed about the wooden cabin we lived in. It'd be a cool hang-out space if my dad wasn't such a buzzkill. There was barely anyone else around for miles except an elderly couple who lived a few more miles down the main road. Steve nods and turns down the dirt road. A few miles down, my house begins to come into view. "Cool," Steve mutters under his breath as he parks the car on the side of the gravel road. "How long have you guys lived out here?" Steve asks as he gets out of the car. I also get out, slamming the door behind me. "Few years..." I mutter, shoving my hands into my pockets as we walked up to the house. Once we get up to the front door, I take the key out of my pocket, shove it into the lock, and twist it before pushing the door open.

I walk in, Steve following closely behind. I switch the living room lights on as Steve closes the front door. I cross my arms over my chest, watching as Steve's eyes flick around the room. There's not much to look at though. The only things that stood in the living room were a couch, lounge chair, TV set, and one singular picture of Sara that sat on the coffee table. "Um, I guess we can go to my room," I say. He nods and follows me into my room. I push the door open and turn the lights on.

He does the same thing he had done in the other room, exploring the room with his eyes. Suddenly everything about my room makes me feel immature. The baby pink sheets and the stuffed animals that decorated the end of my bed. The photos of Sara and I from when we were younger taped to my walls. I'm scared Steve will make fun of me for it all. But he doesn't pay any mind to the pink or stuffed animals or the childhood pictures I clung to because that's all I had left of my dead sister. He walks over to the collection of pictures and points to one, one that sits at the very edge of the collection. "Hey, I remember that," he says, his finger sitting on a younger, innocent version of him.

We're all sitting on Sara, and I's old porch eating popsicles. somehow, I can still remember every aspect of that day like it was yesterday. I can still remember how the sun blazed down against the pavement, the sugary cherry taste of the popsicle, and how Steve wrapped his chubby arm around my shoulder when my mom brought out the camera. I don't even know why that picture was up there. We had moved into this house months after our friendship had its downfall. Looking at it now makes my chest ache; it makes me feel stupid. I wanted him to look around my room and see I had nothing left of our friendship in it. But somehow, he was able to find the crumbs of our past that were still sprinkled around in my life. I just couldn't let us go, no matter how much of a jerk he was to me.

I wrap my arms around my body muttering "Yeah, me too" under my breath before sitting on my bed. I clear my throat, and Steve turns around, brows furrowed together. "Um, we should get started...right?" he nods, muttering a quiet "yeah" that he paired with an eye-roll, before walking over to my bed and taking a seat next to me.

"I was thinking that um...we could get one of those big poster boards...and, like, put the differences on each side, and then put the similarities in the middle. Kind of like a neater bubble map, y'know?" he nods as he leans back against my headboard. "Yeah. Um, that's good. I can get that poster board tomorrow or something like that" I nod, humming a quiet "Mhm."

The silence got more awkward as the seconds ticked by. We just sit there. The room feels like it gets impossibly smaller. It's been so long since Steve and I had been in a room by ourselves together. We were totally different people, basically strangers. I hate it. "If you want to...you can go home," I whisper, arms crossed over my chest awkwardly. It's not that I wanted Steve to leave, I just wanted this version of Steve to leave. I wanted our old dynamic to come back. We used to never be able to sit in a room this quiet. How did all this happen? Why did all this happen? Why did God feel the need to rip another person I cherished so much away from me?

"Yeah...um I can go. I'll see you tomorrow," he mutters before getting up, the bed squeaking underneath him. As he walks out of my room, the sound of his jingling keys resonates in the air. I strain to listen as his footsteps gradually fade until the front door slams shut and the faint hum of his car tells me he's finally left.

Dad gets home a few hours later. I'm sitting on the couch flipping through channels when I hear the front door creak open. "hey" Dad mutters as he toes off his shoes and puts his keys up. It's not long before Dad takes his usual spot next to me on the couch. "How was work?" I ask as I settle on a channel playing The Shining. He shrugs, grumbling under his breath before saying, "Byers kid went missing," he mutters.

I blink a few times, letting his words sink in. I wouldn't say I was close to the family, but I did babysit for them a handful of times. Will Byers was close with Mike Wheeler, a boy I babysat often, so I saw him almost every time I was at the Wheelers. Will was a shy, nerdy boy. he wasn't the type to run away, but not the type to be gullible enough to get kidnapped. "What?" I ask, brows furrowed as I turn my head towards my father.

"Will didn't come home last night after leaving the wheelers. We think he might have run away or his father took him."

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ROSE-COLORED BOY — eddie munson x female reader as childhood friends to enemies to friends again to sickeningly-in-love lovers

eddie munson x female reader

series summary: six months after the death of your mother darlene byers, you return to hawkins, indiana to try and make sense of everything. what you don’t anticipate is how much running into him on your first night back, five years after your desertion, will break your heart (and his) all over again.

author’s note: hi! going to be so unapologetically real with you all and say i have no clue of where this is headed, but after my hyper-fixating ass decided to host an eddie munson revival party of one on the cusp of the year of our lord 2024, i knew i had to write something so other people could at least be subjected to the workings of my mind. i hope you like it, and if you don’t, well, that’s a you problem i fear! but seriously if you do have any ideas/directions you would like to see this heading, please please please do not hesitate to let me know! this is my first time posting any of my work on tumblr *gasp* so i mean it when i say criticism is warmly welcomed. <3

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chapter one — spaghetti and meatballs

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A thin mist descended upon the forested thoroughfare to the town you once felt you knew so well, though were no longer so sure. The weighty four-worded acknowledgement bounced around in your head over and over as you approached the deceptively disarming "Welcome to Hawkins, Indiana" sign, so heavily you were almost convinced it was rousing a sleeping migraine, and yet no matter how many times you repeated the seemingly familiarising phrase under bated breath, it felt no less alien to you.

After all, this was never truly your home. Countless summers spent at your cousins' house, even four begrudgingly defining years clocked up at Hawkins High School, had never allowed you to feel like you had earned the right to label it as such. It was your mother's home, as if she had beat you to staking any claim on it, and now that she was no longer around, any ties you thought you might have had to it felt well and truly severed.

Precarious ties aside, it was here you found yourself, in Hawkins. Mere months after the death of your mother. The offer had unfalteringly been there, "whe- if- it ever gets to be too much, Daphne, you know you can come stay with me and the boys", and yet your eventual acceptance of it made you feel nothing short of an imposter.

Any hopes for a discreet arrival were instantaneously dashed as your Cavalier pulled onto the unforgiving gravelly driveway, your tires connecting with the stones to create a disturbance you were sure could have woken any nearby animals out of hibernation, had they assumed an early one. Hawkins air had a perpetually wintry quality, after all. The front door swung open before you even had a chance to remove your keys from the ignition, and the sight of the emerging sixteen year old boy unwillingly brought a beaming smile to your face.

"Daphne!!!!" he called out, advancing towards you at an incredible and equally terrifying speed.

"Hi, Will!" a laugh couldn't help but escape your lips as he wrapped you into a tight hug, the force of which setting you off balance momentarily. He used to be so... delicate. "You've gotten so big!"

"He's got what, like, a foot on you now?" a voice exclaimed from the doorway, the discerning sarcasm of it all widening your already unshakeable grin.

"Lovely to see you too, Jonathan. And it's a couple inches, at best!"

Soon the three of you were embraced in a group hug, which although you would never admit it, had been long overdue. The slight stinging sensation in your eyes signalling the impending flood of tears prompted your swift ejection from the embrace. "So, where is my darling pseudo sister?" you questioned as you walked through the threshold of the Byers abode, attempting to inject some humour into what had already become a far too confronting display of emotions, and almost as if on cue Joyce emerged from the adjoining room.

"Oh, Daphne!" she cried out, consuming you in a hug that could only be described as motherly. You felt it considerably harder to fight back the tears this time. "Hi, Joyce." you exhaled into her shoulder, trying with all your might to resist crumbling in her arms right there. You had been alone for, what, six months? This exhibition of emotion, or rather, the suppression of it, left you feeling weak, and was perhaps the very reason you had avoided coming for so long.

Darlene would never have earned an award for her maternity, and you often thought that if there were such a scale to measure someone who would, your own mother would, against all odds, find a way to fall below it. She wasn't well, that much had been evident for the entirety of your time together, and increasingly so in the end, but in her wake you wondered how much longer you could accept it as an excuse. Above all else, you felt abandoned. Joyce, and the boys, they were wonderful. Truthfully speaking, Joyce had been more of a mother to you in your formative years than Darlene ever was, and Will and Jonathan, they would always be your little brothers as far as you were concerned. But still, in their house now, observing the three of them together, you helplessly felt like a guest, as if years of intimacy had been erased. Nothing had occurred to suggest this, of course. No, these thoughts were all of your own creation, from the mind you had so wished to desert so many times in the last six months.

“Daphne, honey, you must be starving. What can I whip up for us?”

"Spaghetti and meatballs, Mom, please?" Will exhorted, snapping you out of your self imposed hypnotic state.

"I think we should let Daphne choose, Will." Joyce sweetly urged him. "Daphne, what would you like?" You looked up at her from your place on the couch which you hadn't even recalled assuming, and then over to Will who was waiting in anticipation for your answer.

"Spaghetti and meatballs sounds great. Gotta love Italian!" you exclaimed, and Will and Jonathan high-fived quietly from across the room. Joyce shared a knowing look with you and giggled before turning back towards the kitchen. It brought a certain degree of reassurance to you that some things truly never change, one of which being the Byers boys' inability to grow up.

"Joyce," you scurry behind her, "thank you. I- it's been a... weird couple months, but being with y'all, it's already helping."

"Oh, Daphne," Joyce pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "I thought about you constantly. I wanted to make the trip down to Austin, to be there for you, but with the boys and then work-"

"I know. It's okay. I'm here now. You don't have to worry anymore."

"Easier said than done." Joyce gave an unassured look. "Please, just... don't hesitate to talk to me, okay? If it's too much. You're like a daughter to me, Daphne, and I know the boys think of you as a big sister. This is your home. For as long as you want it to be."

You promptly gave her a cuddle, hoping it could express your gratitude in a way you knew your words couldn't without risk of activating the waterworks, before announcing, "Hey, I think I might head out for a while after dinner. Check out that booming Hawkins nightlife. I can't even remember the last time I got a drink here."

"And legally, at that!" Joyce countered playfully, you giving her a slight push to quiet down, afraid that Will or Jonathan might wish to learn a thing or two of your teenage antics, ammunition you certainly were not ready to equip them with.

"Hey, I handled my alcohol well, okay!" you argued, though not compellingly.

"Law enforcement might disagree." she laughed, her head elsewhere, presumably recalling your countless run ins with the Hawkins police department.

"Okay yes, somewhat of a troubled teen..." you admitted, "but you know, I got over it. I went to college. I grew up." Joyce met your eyes with a smile, "I know you did. I'm so proud of you, Daph."

Eventually, dinner was ready, and the group had no sooner sat down at the dinner table before Will had engulfed the contents of his plate, now proudly demonstrating its emptiness to Joyce. "Finished! Can I please go to Mike's now?" he asked her with eyes so wide you feared they could momentarily eject from their sockets, making the question posed that much sweeter.

"Alright, alright." she giggled, "Just be careful, okay? Biking at a reasonable speed will not hinder your chances of escaping dungeons or slaying dragons, I promise."

Will met his mother's failed attempt at understanding his favourite game with an unforgiving roll of the eyes before the table burst into laughter with Will pulling Joyce into a hug, and then Jonathan.

"See you later, Daphne!" he exclaimed before wrapping his arms around you and hurriedly darting out the front door, leaving you once again with an aching smile plastered on your face. What a sweet boy, you thought to yourself.

"A couple hours and he already has Daphne wrapped around his finger!" Jonathan said jokingly, sending both you and Joyce into laughter once again. "What can I say, he's a good kid!"

"Once upon a time, you were too, Jonathan!" you said wiggling your finger at him with an air of mockery, giving a playful nudge to his shoulder before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

Closing the door behind you, you catch sight of Will wheeling his bike down the rough driveway. "Hey, wait up!"

Even from a distance you could make out his cheesy grin, and you couldn't help but think about what a heartbreaker he would make one day.

"So, Will the Wise! Off to another campaign?" you proclaim as you reach him, and the use of his nickname only causes his smile to grow wider.

"You remembered?"

"How could I forget?! I was only gone a couple years. Will the Wise's legacy, now that will last centuries." you tease.

"I really missed you, Daphne. So did Mom, almost as much as Jonathan!"

"Jonathan? Wow, he said that? Can we get that in writing?"

"Seriously!" he slapped your arm lightly as the briefly shared portion of your journey came to a close, preparing to mount his bike for the ride to the Wheeler house, "I'm so glad you're home."

With what felt suspiciously like watering eyes approaching, you swallowed harshly before taking his hand in yours. "Me too."

#eddie munson #stranger things #jim hopper cameo #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #i’m new to this and don’t really know what i’m doing #i know there’s no eddie mentions in chapter one but hang in there #i swear it’ll pick up #joyce byers is mother #literally #Spotify #rose-colored boy

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