#jim hopper x reader insert

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 | dark!jim hopper x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | smoking with eddie was supposed to help you relax... instead, it forced you to decide how far you're willing to go to keep your record clean.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.7k

𝐰��𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | dubcon/noncon smut (oral m receiving and creampie), slight innocence kink, significant age gap, semi-public sex, kinda mean hopper, handcuffs, coercion, bargaining, abuse of power, very slight/ambiguous eddie x reader if you squint, thicc pre-season 4 hopper the way god intended, slight angst

Eddie did have a tendency to get a little paranoid during a smoke session— a side effect of the product— but maybe you should’ve listened to him this time.

“Do you hear that?” he hissed as you handed the rolled paper back to him.  “Dude, there’s someone out there!"

“Who would be in the woods, this far from town, this late at night?” you rolled your eyes.

Well, the answer to that question is two-fold: stoners, and someone who’s looking for them.

A flashlight suddenly appeared from the trees, and your eyes went wide.

"Shit!" Eddie yelped, jumping up and tossing the joint— even though it was quite too late for that— and starting to run around like a chicken with its head cut off for somewhere to go.  But he couldn't exactly hide behind a tree, because this wasn't a cartoon, and getting back in the car wouldn't really get him anywhere.

So, he ended up basically circling the van and slamming directly into Chief Hopper who looked even more pissed than he had when you first spotted him.

"Uh, hey— funny running into you here, Mr. Chief, sir," Eddie joked as you sighed in disappointment and irritation at his idiocy.

"Get back over there, dummy," Hopper groaned as he shoved Eddie aside, tossing the guy into you— you would've both fallen over if you hadn't basically caught him, and your friend looked pretty disoriented by the whole thing.  

The chief flicked off his flashlight; it wasn’t actually really necessary, with how bright the moon was tonight, but your eyes had to adjust to the dark all over again.

"Two kids smokin' dope in the woods," Hopper observed.  "Munson, this is far from our first conversation— but you—"

He ran his gaze over you as you leaned back against the back of the van, and you felt conflicted about your body's response to his sizing-up.

"I expected better from you."

He reached for the cuffs at his belt, quickly grabbing Eddie by the elbow and turning him around with an unceremonious thud against the van.

"H-hey, not so rough," Eddie chuckled thinly, "it's my first time."

You rolled your eyes; did he always have to make stupid jokes like that?  "It is most certainly not, Munson," Hopper returned firmly.  "And I'm sure the judge will take that into account before he goes easy on you again.  You might wanna practice that 'not so rough' line again before you end up in jail, kid."

Eddie winced, and not from the tightness of the cuffs.  He was finally taking this seriously— finally realizing he was looking at more than community service or a fine this time.  

Hopper stepped up to you next, but you didn't put up nearly as much of a fight— and he was more gentle with you, far more… he even seemed to linger for a moment as he held your wrist.

It was incredibly subtle, but it was all it took for you to know you had a chance.  A chance you were just desperate enough to take.

"Why?" you asked suddenly, heart already racing.

"Hm?"

"Why did you expect better from me?"

There was a silent moment as Hopper considered that question, and Eddie gave you a confused look.

"I heard you were a good girl," Hopper eventually answered.

You smirked a bit, turning around to face the chief with a feigned look of confidence.  "Well, you heard wrong."

"V'never heard of you gettin' in this much trouble before," he replied.  "Not with the law, at least."

"That's ‘cause I don't do bad things to get into trouble, sir," you added pointedly, looking up at him and seeing the look in his eyes change a bit.  "I do bad things to get out of trouble."

You didn't really notice him getting closer until you felt it— felt that gap close as his body brushed against yours, and fuck he was tall 'cause you had to crane your neck all the way back to keep your eyes on his face (though they did briefly dart down to the badge on his chest).

"You know, I never saw you smoke," he noticed, voice lowering.  "Maybe you were just an innocent bystander.  You kinda have that look about you— innocent…"

He ran his finger over your jaw, until he was lifting your chin a little too forcefully.

"I like that," he added.

Your stomach dropped, but you couldn't back away— he had you pressed up against the van, every part of you was at his mercy now, even your freedom.

"Don't fucking touch her, pig," Eddie growled.

"Eddie, shut up," you snapped at him, not wanting him to dig the hole any deeper— or blow your chances of getting him out of it.

“Why don’t you get in the van and mind your own business, son,” Hopper encouraged, stepping away from you to hold up the key for Eddie’s cuff’s teasingly.  “Think you can do that?”

Eddie sneered at first, looking away.  “Ed, please,” you said, a little softer, and he sighed.  Hopper approached Eddie, who looked like he was barely containing his rage and disgust, as the chief unlocked his cuffs less than a minute after he’d put them on.

“Old creep…” Eddie muttered under his breath when he was freed, rubbing his wrists nervously, before he looked at you.  “Are you seriously gonna—?”

"Eddie," you said sternly.  "Get. in. the van."

He groaned but obeyed, walking past you both with a grimace, hopping up in the driver's seat and shutting the door behind him.

"That your boyfriend?" Hopper asked when you were (sort of) alone.

You sighed.  "Just a friend," you insisted.

"Hm," he replied, smirking a little.  "Bet he wants you."

"What makes you think that?"

"'Cause who wouldn't?" he purred.  "Body like this…"

You shivered as his hand ran down your back, slowing down as it slid over the curve of your ass.

"A boy that age would have no idea what to do around a body like yours, honey," Hopper added, humming as he brought his hand back up.  "Need a real man to take care of all this."

"Didn't think this was about you taking care of me, Hop," you returned, raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him with his lip between his teeth.  "Thought it was about working my way out of these cuffs."

He grinned at you, though it wasn't exactly a friendly smile.  "No, baby— the cuffs are staying on."

As he pulled you into him, you felt a firm bulge rub against your hip; you gasped a little, fighting the urge to pull away, and tilted your head back as he leaned down to kiss your neck.  "Eddie, too," you whispered.  "If we do this, no charges for Eddie."

Hopper grunted disapprovingly, but you looked up with him with your best ‘please, Daddy’ eyes and bit your lip slightly.  It wasn't quite enough for him, though.  "What's in it for me if I get your friend off?"

"Whatever you want," you blurted out before you really considered what that might entail— you just couldn't let Eddie go to jail.

He purred and grabbed your ass tighter.  "You drive a hard bargain, honey.  But I can't promise anything until you show me what you can do."

Figuring what that likely meant, you slid down until you were on your knees, keeping your eyes up— on him.  It would’ve been harder to keep your balance with your hands behind your back if it weren’t for the van’s bumper right behind you to lean on.  “Y’gonna get it out for me?” you asked him expectantly, and he smirked at you a bit as he reached for his belt.  

There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he had to reach under his thick belly to do this, about the way his heavy belt clinked as he opened it… you told yourself this was just about the bargain, but you knew there was more to it than that, on some level.

His cock was only half-hard when he pulled it out of his jeans, but already so thick— you were salivating already, but pretty fucking nervous, too.  It was pretty overwhelming to be confronted with what you were about to do in such an obvious way: it all gets a lot more real when there’s a big fucking cock in your face.

Not wanting to make him wait anymore, you leaned forward and took the tip into your mouth, coating it in your spit as you suckled gently… at first.

He hummed a little— you honestly barely heard it— and stiffened a bit more in your mouth.  Soon enough, it was so big that you had to keep your jaw open wide to fit it, and soreness was already starting to set in.  

When you shut your eyes, it was a little easier; you were a little more confident, and you tightened your hands into fists behind your back to stop them from shaking.  Leaning forward more, you took him deeper until his belly bumped against your forehead.  Why did that make your thighs clench together?

His fingers combed over your hair, not quite guiding your head yet but certainly encouraging you to go on.  "Yeah, fuck, that's good— that's really fucking good, keep sucking, baby…" he mumbled, voice thick and sweet like syrup.  The deeper you took him, the more talkative he got; and when you took him all the way to the base, with your nose buried in a patch of curly hair, he moaned louder than ever.

"Shit," he hissed, grabbing the back of your head when you tried to pull away.  "N-no, stay down, need to feel that throat a little longer, fuuuuck…"

You fought harder to pull back, getting dizzy as your coughs and sputters did nothing to give you air.  Only when tears ran down your cheeks and spots filled your vision did he let go, giving you a chance to break away and gasp for air.

He was chuckling lowly as you coughed, smiling down at you proudly even though you weren't much of a sight right now— face swollen and wet with tears, red eyes (even worse than before), on your knees in the leaves and dirt…

"Stand up," he ordered, and you gave him a confused look as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Huh?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Don't you wanna finish?"

He smiled wider.  "That's cute— you were gonna swallow it, too, right?  And you thought that would be enough?"

You started to feel particularly stupid as he yanked you up to your feet.  There was a long, tense silence as he started touching you again— running his hands slowly over your waist, your neck, your hips… 

He started to slowly push your shirt up, but his eyes stayed trained on your face; you must have looked, for once, as nervous as you felt.

He hummed a little as he got your shirt high enough and tugged your bra down; your nipples hardened right away from the chilly breeze, and he toyed with them for a second with his thumbs before groping your chest more confidently with his whole hands— god, they were big, and strong, just like the rest of him.

After unbuttoning your jeans for you, he turned you around quickly and pressed himself against your backside with a purr, slipping a hand down the front of your pants and into your panties.  “Mm,” he emphasized, cupping you and holding you tightly; still cuffed, the position made your hands grab onto his thighs through his pants.

He groaned as his fingers slid between your lips, and you let out a quiet whimper of your own.  

"Oh, fuck— look how wet you are, sweetie," he cooed beside your ear, starting to rub circles around your clit a bit too roughly.  "You like sucking cock in the woods?  Or is it the cuffs?"

You only whimpered a little as he held you tighter.

"Or," he continued, speaking even closer to your ear until his mustache tickled your skin, "is it whoring yourself for a man twice your age?  Is that what gets you off, honey?"

He didn't wait too long for you to answer— he must've known you weren't going to— before he pulled his hand out of your pants and yanked the denim down.  You felt cold and weird and stupid with your bare ass out in the woods; you swallowed down a lump in your throat when you heard Hop shoving his pants lower, too.  "Do you have a condom?" you asked shakily.

"You think I bring condoms on patrol?  What kind of cop do you think I am?"

My pants are around my thighs, Hop, I don't think you're exactly clean…

"No, baby, we don't need one anyways," he decided, rubbing his head around your flexing hole with a sigh.  "God, it's so wet…"

That was his last warning, if you can call it that, before pushing inside; and you accidentally grabbed onto his shirt when your fingers made fists, the sting of pain making your toes curl inside your shoes, too.  You bit your lip so you wouldn’t be too loud, though… you remembered, for a second, that Eddie would hear if you weren’t careful.  That made guilt churn your stomach even more than the Chief’s hand coming down to spank your ass all of a sudden.

“Damn, s’tight,” he chuckled darkly, groaning as he picked up his pace and held your hips steady.  “Sweet fuckin’ pussy… y’like it, sweetie, y’like being fucked?”

Swallowing, you nodded.  “Y-yeah,” you panted softly.

“Louder, honey.”

“Yeah, I like it,” you replied, a little more confident but not exactly ready to shout it out, either.  “Feels good…"

"Bet you wanna cream all over me, huh, baby?"

Well, that would certainly make this more enjoyable— but you didn't need to, really; the pain of the stretch had finally faded and honestly, you were surprised it happened so quickly.  With how thick he was, you were prepared to struggle longer, but if anything your body was giving in, encouraging him, making your back arch deeper and your walls pulse whenever he filled you to the brim.

His hands reached around to cup your tits, and he moaned louder as he felt you up while he fucked you.  When his fingers tweaked your nipples— not too hard, but still a startle— you tensed up inside; and he noticed.  “Oh, they’re sensitive, hm?  Sweet girl…”

Of course, he just did it repeatedly, and more aggressively, until your legs were shaking and you let out a pathetic whine.  “Chief, c’mon…” you pleaded nervously.

“Chief?  Don’t need to be so formal, honey,” he laughed, leaning in a little closer.  “Just call me Jim, okay?”

You really didn’t wanna do that, and you were having a hard time getting much of anything out now anyways: he’d started fucking you harder, deeper, a lot faster… your head was spinning.  At first you’d really just wanted to get this over with, but right now, you never wanted it to stop.  It was so difficult to keep your thoughts straight, you almost told him that, before noticing what a stupid thing that would be to say—

“Fuck, are you close?” he taunted.

“Don’t stop!” you blurted out.  “Please don’t stop, fuck…”

He chuckled proudly, and yep, it was just as stupid a thing to say as you thought it would be; he sounded way too cocky now, and even the way he moved his hips seemed to be more… gloating, than before, if that’s possible.  “Little slut,” he spat, though the insult sounded just as much like a compliment.

“Fuck,” you whispered again.

“I get it, y’know— you’re young and you need a little rebellion,” he said, and in your current state it really didn’t make any sense.  “But reefer’s not worth the trouble.  Why don’t you just let me fuck you when you’re feeling naughty?”

Right now, that didn’t seem like too bad of an idea; you already got the sense this may not be the last time this happened, even if he didn’t catch you smoking pot again.  That feeling was already swelling up inside you, and your throat was dry from breathing heavily— and nearly sore from moaning, even though you’d been trying to fight it.  Your eyes kept rolling back in your head even when they were shut, which they usually were until he brushed your hair aside with his hand and told you to look back at him.

And damn, he was a sight: that look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into you over and over.  The curve of his cock stretched you in a way you’d never really felt before, his grip on you was so aggressive and his pace was overwhelming.  He was right, it turns out, when he said that thing before about Eddie and how you needed a ‘real man’ instead.  You protested to that term, but compared to guys your age, this was entirely different— and better.  And supremely fucked up.  And the best dirty deal you’d ever made.

“I-I’m close,” you finally admitted.

“I know,” he mumbled, “go ahead, baby— just come for me.”

It was the way he said it that shook you so much, unexpectedly gentle after so much gruff mocking; it still took you a few more minutes, but you ended up obeying his command pretty easily.

He felt it when you came, groaning through a smile and praising you in a low voice.  You could even hear it, the sticky sound as your cunt soaked him, and he snarled as he looked down at it— he grabbed your ass and pulled it out of the way so he could watch his cock fill your hole.  “God, that’s perfect,” he announced, “you’re so fucking cute.”

Not really the adjective I was expecting after I came on your dick, but I guess I’ll take it.

“Wanna make you do it again,” he admitted, making you swallow nervously, “but we don’t have much more time… and I’m so goddamn close, fuck, you’re just so tight, honey…”

You whimpered and bit your lip, your post-orgasm haze working overtime to keep your shame at bay— but the clarity was due any second now, and it was hard to ignore who this was when he kept moaning louder and louder, sighing your name, touching you and running his hand down your back and promising to fill you with his load—

Wait, he’s gonna do what?

"Pull out," you whimpered.  "Fuck— pull out…"

He only held on tighter to your hips, driving into you deeper as his head fell back in a grunt.

"Hop, pull out!" you yelped, only for a thick, clammy hand to cover your mouth as he bent down behind you— his forehead rested on the back of your shoulder, each hot breath fanning over your skin.

"God, sorry, I'm sorry," he panted, "need this— fuck, so good…"

You struggled harder, but all your strength was useless compared to him holding you there, keeping you exactly how he wanted you.

"Ah, fuck— you don't need to fight it, baby, s'gonna be so good… your pussy's milking me, c'mon, it's what she wants— she wants to be filled up, I can tell.  You want it, baby?  You want me to come?  Fuck I'm so close…"

He grunted a few more times before he suddenly stopped— his hips pressed forward until he couldn’t go possibly any deeper, then even just a little more after that; he held you tight as a tear ran down over his hand on your face.  Relaxing with a heavy exhale, his grip loosened on you slightly but you were far too weak to fight it now, so you just stayed there: bent over, still crying slightly, with a panting and heavy man just behind you (and inside you) catching his breath.

“Fuck,” he said again, pulling out quickly and letting you go; you didn’t realize how weak your legs were until you had to hold onto the van to stay up, awkwardly lowering your bare, sore bottom onto the small lip of the back bumper so you wouldn’t just fall to the ground.

You were pretty out of it for a minute; the smell of cigarette smoke brought you back to reality, and you looked at Hopper, having a smoke as he looked out into the woods.  He caught you staring, and raised an eyebrow.  “Y’want one?” he offered, and you nodded.  

Fishing the pack out of his pocket, he shook out a cigarette for you, holding it for you to lean forward and capture with your lips.  After lighting it for you, he watched you take a long drag and sigh.

“I’ll take you out of the cuffs in a minute,” he promised, but you’d already kind of forgotten about them.

He did, though; help you out of them, that is, and you were able to get your clothes back in order on your own after that.  You wondered if you should say something, or if he should.  What was there to say?  Thanks for the bribe?  Nice cock?  Pleasure doing business with you?

So, he didn’t say anything, and neither did you.  Until just as he was starting to walk away, and you noticed his flashlight had fallen from his belt onto the ground. 

“Wait,” you said, leaning down to grab it, and when you stood up to hand it back to him, you saw something strange in his expression.  You wondered, for a second, if he’d been hoping for more when you said that.  “You dropped this.”

He took the flashlight and nodded at you.  “Thanks,” he said, and you took the last drag of your lended cigarette as you nodded; watching him leave, you dropped the butt to the ground and snuffed it out with your shoe.

For some reason, you waited a little longer after he left to get back in the van’s passenger side.  Eddie didn’t look at you when you got in, and you didn’t say anything; he just started the van silently and began the drive back to the trailer park.  You were halfway there when you decided you should let him know, “you’re not going to jail.”

“I know,” he replied.

[steddielvr]

welcome to the family

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Hopper!Reader, Jim Hopper x Daughter!Reader, Eleven Hopper x Sister!Reader

Summary: You invite your boyfriend Steve over for dinner for the first time with your dad and younger sister. (Set between season 2 and 3)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: extreme fluff, protective!hop&el, Steve being nervous and adorable as per usual

a/n: sooo this fic was my all time favourite fic that i wrote on my old account so i thought it would be perfect to have this be the first one that i reposted. i made some edits and added a few extra scenes and things and i hope you love it! 

NOT MY GIF! CREDS TO OWNERS!

You had just finished setting the table with your younger sister whilst your dad worked on getting the food ready when a knock on the door echoed throughout the cabin. The three of you froze, heads shooting up, wide eyes flickering between one another in confusion. 

Typically, you would have recognised that knock anywhere, but the months of keeping your sister hidden from the outside world and not letting anyone other than yourself or your dad into the house made you all instinctively alert.

You wrap an arm around Eleven, pulling her protectively into your side as your dad slowly places down the bowl he was holding, making his way from behind the counter towards the front door, fists clenched tightly by his sides.

“Hey, uh, it’s Steve. Am I early?”

Your shoulders instantly relax at the familiar voice, Eleven releasing her tight hold around your waist as she feels the tension leave your body. She looks up at you in surprise and you give her a comforting grin in response, pressing a kiss to her growing hair before heading in the direction of the front door. 

However, you pause as you realise that your dad has already beaten you to it. He gives you a smug smirk, ushering you away and signalling that he’ll take care of it and you give him a stern look in response, meaning ‘play nice’.

He rolls his eyes and nods, holding his hands up in defence before turning towards the door. He carefully turns all of the locks, puffs his chest out and swings the door open to reveal your visibly nervous boyfriend, clutching a small bunch of nearly dead flowers in his sweaty hands. He smiles sheepishly at your dad, trying to discreetly wipe his hands off on his jeans.

“Hopper” He nods, before his eyes widen. “I mean Chief-I mean Mr Hopper-I mean sir-I..uh-” He stutters, face turning a light pink. Your dad cuts him off with a laugh disguised as a cough.

“Hopper’s fine, kid” He looks your boyfriend up and down, face emotionless and moves to the side, gesturing for him to come inside. 

The brunette gulps and walks inside, stumbling slightly over his feet. El comes to stand beside you, arm returning around your waist. You glance down at her, holding back a laugh at the look of amusement on her face. 

“Dinner will be ready shortly,” your dad announces after doing a quick check of the surroundings outside and relocking the door. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Steve nods quickly as Hopper turns, returning to the kitchen, busying himself with cutting up some vegetables for the coming meal. You watch as your boyfriend takes a deep, shaky breath, muttering inaudibly to himself before turning around, starting slightly once he realises he has an audience. His face instantly lights up and relaxes once he registers your warm, welcoming features looking back at him, making his way towards you quickly. God you looked gorgeous.

Your smile widens as he comes closer, blushing as he leans in to shyly peck your cheek before smiling nervously down at Eleven. He clears his throat before hurrying to separate the almost forgotten flowers in his hands into two bunches before holding them out in front of you and El. 

“I-uh-I got these for you. Both of you.” He clarifies, smiling gently at you and your sister.

You feel your heart turn to mush at the adorable boy in front of you, taking the first bunch of flowers with a grateful smile. You look towards El, who’s staring wide-eyed up at Steve. You nudge her gently, nodding your head towards the flowers. She takes them carefully, looking down at them in awe before raising her head with a small smile.

“Thank you” She whispers sheepishly, before running over to the kitchen to show Hop. 

You look at Steve with a wide grin, his face mirroring your own. You check that your dad’s attention is wholly captured by your sister’s excited presentation of her flowers before reaching over and putting your arms around his shoulders, kissing him quickly. 

“You’re too cute!” You gush, squishing his reddening cheeks affectionately. He chuckles at your antics, before his face turns serious.

“Your dad doesn’t like me..” He murmurs, sadness pooling in his brown eyes. You cup his face in your hands, pouting at him before giving him a comforting smile.

“He does.” You reassure, “He’s just protective. They both are” You mumble, looking over to your dad and sister in the kitchen area. You turn your attention back to Steve, who’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes you think you could cry. “Besides, with the amount of times you’ve saved my life over the past two years, there’s no way either of them could hate you.”

He opens his mouth to argue but you pull away from him as you spot your dad walking towards the table with El right behind him, both carrying full plates of food for the four of you. You take Steve’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and guide him over to the table. 

Hopper and El are already sitting down beside each other, and you move to take the seat across from El before an arm stops you. Steve scrambles to pull your chair out for you, making you giggle softly at his gentlemanly behaviour as you sit down. He takes his place beside you, wiping his clammy hands off again. 

You place a hand over his bouncing knee, making him turn his head towards you. You give his knee a squeeze, smiling reassuringly at him. Your dad watches the interaction carefully, the corner of his lips twitching upwards at the sight of his love-struck teen. But he would never let you see that. He clears his throat, catching both of your attentions, and motions towards the food.

“It all looks delicious” Steve praises, afraid to look your dad directly in the eye so opts to turning to Eleven instead. “Did you help make all of this?” he asks, mock surprise in his tone. 

Eleven grins and nods, appreciative of her help being recognised, eyes flickering over to you. You wink at her, causing her to let out a giggle. 

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Your dad’s tone is harsh and you look at him in shock, raising your eyebrows scoldingly at him. He shrugs his shoulders in response, attention turning to Steve.

“So, Steven,” he begins, tone menacing and face dead serious. “What are your intentions with my eldest daughter?” 

“Dad!” You scold, eyebrows knitted in anger. 

“Yeah, what are your intentions with my sister?” El mimics, arms crossed over her chest. Your head snaps to your little sister, eyes widening.

“Eleven!” You expect this from your dad, but he’s dragged her into this too?

Steve places a hand over yours, calming you instantly. 

“It’s okay” He soothes, before staring directly at Hopper, hand still holding yours. 

“Sir, I love your daughter.” He starts, causing you to look over at him in shock. You’d said it to each other before, but the declaration in front of your family surprised you. “All of my intentions are good, I can promise you that. My only goal in our relationship is to make her happy every chance I can get and I know how lucky I am to have her. I would never dream of hurting her and I know we haven’t really talked about it before, but I can’t imagine my future without her in it.” He finishes his speech, now looking at you. 

Your eyes are full of tears, your face sporting a wide grin as you gaze at him in awe. You turn to your dad, surprised to see a wide smile on his face too. Glancing at El, her face mirrors his and they look at each other and nod. 

He turns back to Steve, holding his hand out over the table. Steve looks at it in surprise, before composing himself and taking it in a firm grip.

“That was a test.” He says. “We wanted to make sure you were good enough for our girl. And now that we see that you are..” He trails off, letting go of his hand and looking down at El with a smile.

“Welcome to our family!” She exclaims, grinning. 

Steve looks like he’s about to burst into tears as he looks at you, you squeezing his hand tightly as your expression mirrors his own. You know how much those four little words mean to him, what with his own family being so absent in his life. You turn to your family with a teary laugh.

“Thank you” Steve chokes out, covering his shaky voice with a cough. 

Hopper nods with a knowing smile, before gesturing to the food. 

“Well, we didn’t slave away in the kitchen all afternoon for this to go to waste. Eat up.” He jokes, nudging his shoulder against El’s. The table erupts into laughter as the four of you dig into your meals, your hand still clutched tightly in Steve’s own.

The remainder of the night is less awkward than the start. The conversation between the four of you flows easily and by the end of the night, you are all laughing together and sharing stories, your dad telling Steve your most embarrassing moments growing up, much to your dismay. Eleven had quickly warmed up to Steve and stayed glued to his side for most of the night, much to your delight.

When it was eventually time for Steve to bid goodnight to you all, your dad gave him an approving pat on the back and thanked him for looking after you when he couldn’t. As Steve made his way to the door, El wrapped him in a warm embrace, making him stumble before returning the embrace with a chuckle. You watched them with watery eyes and a wide smile, thankful that she felt so comfortable around him. 

“I’ll walk you out.” You offer as El releases him, ruffling her hair as she walks back past you to join your dad in the living room. You grab a coat from the rack by the door, helping Steve with the many locks before following him out onto the porch. 

Your eyes scan the surroundings out of habit before settling on your boyfriend’s glowing features once satisfied that it was safe. You grin at him, shuffling over to wrap your arms around his waist, nestling your head against his warm chest as his arms come up to cocoon you in his embrace. He sighs against your head, chest vibrating with a chuckle as he reaches up to cup your face in his warm hands, proceeding to litter every inch of your face with sloppy kisses. 

“Thank you.” he begins, pulling back to smile lovingly at you. “Not just for tonight, but for everything. For choosing me to love and to bring into your family. You’ll never know how thankful I am.”

Your heart warms at his words, shaking your head and cupping his face in your colder hands. “It’s me who should be thanking you. Most people would not be able to handle all of this,” you say, gesturing to the empty space surrounding you and the cabin you call home. “But you don’t even bat an eyelid. And how sweet you were with El...I just-I really love you. So much.”

His smile widens at your words, repeating them back to you without hesitation. He leans in, relieved at finally being able to give you a proper kiss before he is cut off by a loud knock on the glass beside you. Your heads snap to the window and are met with the disapproving glares of your dad and sister, shaking their heads at Steve and waiting until he steps hurriedly back from you before lowering the curtain with matching smirks.

“I guess that’s my cue.” Steve chuckles, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”

You nod, ignoring the fact that your family is probably still watching and rushing over to give him a soft kiss. You smile sheepishly when you pull back for air, chuckling at the expression on Steve’s face. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. I’ll be waiting for your call, Stevie.”

He laughs, giving you a mock salute before making his way off of the porch and back towards his car, parked discreetly off to the side of the cabin. You wait until he is safely inside and driving away before heading back through the cabin door and bolting it again. You roll your eyes at the pointed look from your dad and join your sister on the couch, wrapping her into your embrace as your dad chooses a movie for you to watch. You loved your little family to pieces and it made you so happy to know that Steve was welcomed into it with open arms. 

[empresskylo]

hopper is your dad's best friend. you definitely should not be attracted to him. at the very least, he should definitely not be attracted to you...

a/n: i guess i lied, my next jim fic wasn't going to be stepdad!hop but rather dad's-bestie!hop. enjoy nonetheless.

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cw: smut, age gap, p in v, unprotected sex, power dynamic, size kink

jim hopper x afab!reader

wc: 3.1k

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

You were sat at your dining room table flipping through a magazine when you heard your dad come through your front door. You lazily popped another chip in your mouth. You had one leg bent on the chair and the other dangling, your body looking painfully contorted but you swore it was more comfortable sitting like this.

“Dear,” your dad called out. You mumbled a response without lifting your eyes from the gossip article you were currently engulfed in.

Your eyes flickered up when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. Your cheeks flushed when you spotted the chief of police, Jim Hopper. Your father had been friends with Jim for years now, and you always had a little crush on him. Especially when he’d come over in his work uniform. 

You almost choked on the chip you were swallowing which gained an eyebrow raise from Hopper. You didn’t realize you were staring at him until you saw his eyes widen. You looked down and realized you were only wearing a frilly tank top and skimpy PJ shorts. You quickly crossed your arms to cover your chest, feeling self-conscious.

“Jim’s gonna be staying the night,” your dad spoke as he flung open the refrigerator door and grabbed a beer for him and Jim. He didn’t think twice about Hopper seeing you indecent like this. He was like family. He had known you since you were a kid. It was normal for him to be around all the time.

“Why?” 

“What? Already sick of my presence?” Hopper teased. 

You awkwardly fiddled with your hands that were resting on the table, feeling Jim’s heavy gaze on your frame. “His place is getting fumigated. Needs a place to stay for the night.” 

You nodded your head, refusing to look up and meet Hopper’s challenging eyes.

“We’ll be in the backyard, sweetie,” your dad said. Two sets of footsteps trailed to your back door and outside. 

You let out a sigh of relief. You shifted your legs, rubbing your thighs together awkwardly, your core throbbing. Fuck. Were you really that hot and bothered by just him being in the room with you for less than a minute? 

You spent the rest of your night in your room, wanting to avoid Jim at all costs. You lay flat on your bed, listening to a Stone’s song and flipping through the same Vogue magazine. 

Knock. Knock.

Your dad pushed your bedroom door open slowly, popping his head in. “Hey, kiddo.”

You halfheartedly smiled up at him. “Listen. I know you won’t be too happy about this, but I think it’s only polite if you sleep on the couch tonight.”

You paused your movement before pushing your magazine away and sitting up. “What? Why would I do that?” 

“Hop should sleep in a bed. You’re still young, you can handle sleeping on the couch for one night.”

“But dad,” you whined. 

“I don’t want to hear it.” He sighed. “I only want to be nice to our guest. Com’on, sweetie. Do your old man a favor.”

You couldn’t help but break into a smile. You stifled it down. “Fine.” Your dad grinned and winked at you before leaving again. 

Your stomach felt all funny inside. Hopper was going to be sleeping in your bed…

You quickly shot out of your bed and begin shoving your dirty clothes sprawled on the floor into your hamper and stuffed your loose papers inside your desk drawers. You tried to put everything away that might be embarrassing. As you were closing your bureau draw, you paused. You pulled out one of your pink panties and hid it so it was on the floor beside your bed. Maybe Hopper would see it. You smirked, a little tingle running through you at this dangerous game you were playing. 

You made your way down the hall to take a shower, staring at yourself in the steam-filled mirror. Your face was red from the hot water. You wrapped your towel tightly around your body and peered out of the bathroom door. You paused, listening for a moment. You didn’t hear your dad or Jim so you assumed they must still be outside. You crept down the hallway and slipped into your bedroom. As you stepped inside you jumped. Jim was there, sitting on your bed. You felt your cheeks warm, your arms quickly trying to cover your body more than your towel was allowing.

“Hopper…” you said exasperated. 

Hopper’s eyes trailed your exposed legs glistening from the moisture. The towel clung to your body, emphasizing the curve of your hips. Hopper cleared his throat before standing up. “Was just checking out my room for the night.” He looked at you as he walked closer. You backed away slightly. “You got a lot of stuffed animals in here.” You could hear the teasing in his voice. 

“So?” you whined. 

Jim smiled, clearly happy with the way he was flustering you. “Just an observation.” You could practically hear the grin on his face as he spoke. He slipped past you, whispering as he did, “The panties were a nice touch.” Your eyes widened. When you turned to look at him, he was already making his way down the hall. Shit, you knew that was a bad idea. Hopper may have stolen glances at you from time to time, but this was the first vocalized interest in you. And he knew you wanted it.

You quickly shut your door and let out a breath. You felt a warm feeling pool between your thighs. You felt dirty from the way Hopper was eyeing you. After taking a moment to steady yourself, you grinned. 

You were sweating as you laid, tucked in a warm blanket, while you tried to sleep on the couch. You huffed and looked up at the clock: 11:34 

Almost midnight and you still hadn’t fallen asleep. 

You got up and made your way to the bathroom, stretching your arms as you went. You halted outside your door as you were passing, hearing groans coming from the other side. 

Like an inexperienced idiot, you immediately thought Hopper must be having a nightmare, or maybe he’d hurt himself. You pushed open the door. “Hop—“ You were faced with Hopper relaxed on your bed, his shirt bunching up, his pants lazily unbuttoned, his hand stroking his thick cock, and your panties in his other hand. 

Your eyes almost fell out of your head, your face hotter than fire in embarrassment. 

Oh my god. Hopper is jacking off on MY bed.

You weren’t sure if you should be disgusted, flattered, turned on, or offended. The rush of emotions must have displayed perfectly on your face because Hopper stood up and pushed the door closed behind you, his body looming over you. His hands were on either side of your head against the wall, his pants still undone but his dick hidden back in his underwear to much of your relief… and dissatisfaction.

“Don’t act like you didn’t leave those for me to see,” he grumbled, referring to your discarded underwear. You gulped. “You knew what you were doing, little brat.” You gulped at the way his nickname for you had felt different in this context.

Hopper’s hand stroked your jaw, your body flinching at first. 

“No. I…” Your words got lost as Hopper’s dark eyes pierced you.

“No, hm? Fine, leave if that’s what you want.” Hopper backed away from you, buttoning his jeans as he slid back onto your bed. 

You stood there, your legs glued to the floor. Hopper looked up at you, raising a cocky brow. “So the little brat wants to play.” He whispered matter-of-factly, his voice was so deep that it came out in low rumbles. You felt a wave of warmth swim straight to your core. 

Hopper’s eyes flickered down as saw the way your thighs squeezed together, a smirk being drawn out across his lips. 

You were only covered by your oversized t-shirt that stopped about mid-thigh. Hopper was so grateful it was so damn hot out. 

He motioned for you to come to him. You hesitated, but eventually, you moved your feet so you were a foot in front of him. 

“I was thinkin’ bout you, you know.” 

Your thighs pressed together harder, your arousal surely dripping through your panties.

“Do you do that often? Think of me?”

He smirked, his large hands coming to grab your thighs which billowed out around his fingers. He nodded slightly. “I think bout you all the time. Thinkin’ bout all the ways I could ruin you.” His voice was soft as he leaned into you, placing a kiss on your clothed belly. Your hands immediately went into his hair, your fingers pulling at him slightly. Your body reacted to his touch before you even had time to think.

Hopper’s hands snaked upwards and pushed your shirt up so he could see your waist and soaked panties. He kissed you again, your t-shirt bunched in his hand, his lips now kissing your skin below your navel. You gulped as he moved further down, his mustache tickling you. 

He pulled back and looked up at you, your eyes wide with lust. “Gotta be quiet. Can't wake your old man.” You felt shame fill you when you remember just what was happening. Your dad’s closest friend that you’ve known since you were a child, was currently feeling you up–saying dirty things like how he has thought about you while getting off so many times–all while your dad was sleeping a few doors down. 

“Hop, I don’t think—“Your words were cut off with a gasp. Hopper could see your hesitation so he stroked you through your underwear, making you realize just how bad you wanted this. Wanted him.

“You were saying?” He asked sweetly as he slid your frilled underwear to the side and moved his finger along your soaking slit. 

Your grip tightened in Hopper’s hair, your head falling back in pleasure. Your earlier thoughts drifting away. 

Hopper pushed one of his fingers in, making you stifle a moan. “God. I’ve waited so long to know what you’d sound like.” Hopper removed his finger from you resulting in your face pouting. He quickly slid your panties down and you kicked them off. “Get on the damn bed,” he growled. 

You crawled on top of your comforter, your shirt riding up and exposing your bare lower half. 

Hopper shoved his jeans off and then was resting his body between your legs. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms so he could take it off. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed as he watched your chest be revealed to him. 

Hopper leaned down and placed kisses along the swell of your breasts before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You groaned, biting on your nails to try and stifle your obscene sounds. 

“You ever been with a man?” He asked as he switched to give your other nipple attention. His left hand came up and groped your left breast. 

It was hard for you to speak. “N-No.” 

Hopper grinned, biting your bud softly before pulling away. He almost came hearing the fact that you were a virgin. You were going to be so goddamn tight. 

Hopper’s cock throbbed painfully in his underwear. He finally pulled it out, grinding his hips into you so his cock dragged along your clit. 

You didn’t mean to moan as loud as you did, Hopper’s hand swiftly coming up to cover your mouth. “Shh,” he insisted. 

Hopper rubbed against you a dozen more times, your eyes already rolling to the back of your head. Your hands squeezed your bed sheets, trying your hardest not to get any louder. 

“Ready for me?” He asked, even though he didn’t really care if you said yes or no. 

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down between your bodies as Hopper lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance. He slowly began to push in, your head flew back into the mattress, grunts getting lodged in your throat. It stung painfully, but at the same time, you wanted to buck your hips up into him. It was torturous how slowly he filled you. Your walls pressed against him in resistance, making Hopper grunt himself.

“Fucking hell, baby.” The end of Hopper’s sentence rose in octave as he bottomed out. 

You let out a panting sigh as Hopper held himself still inside you, finally filling you up. 

Hopper slowly pulled out of you, a sharp hiss leaving your lips. Your eyes closed as you tried to focus on something other than the twitches of pain between your legs. Hopper leaned forward and left kisses on the side of your neck, his mustache tickling you again. “You’re doing so good for me,” he mumbled into your hair. 

“You’re… so… big,” you said through exasperated breaths. One of Hopper’s hands slid into your hair, surely messing it up. He began to rock his hips against you in a gradual rhythm. 

Hopper could feel you pulsating around his cock, he growled low in his throat. “So fucking tight,” he babbled as he filled you. As he continued to rut into you, he realized your time was fleeting. Your damn bed moved along with his body, squeaking rather loudly. Your dad was sure to hear if he kept it up. It definitely crossed his mind to keep going–to pick up speed even–not giving a shit if your dad walked in. Hopper wanted nothing more than to chase this high. But that idea soon got pushed down again. Hopper stopped and you looked up at him with your fucking doll eyes. “Why’d you stop?” You asked, somewhat out of breath. Hopper grinned. How were you even out of breath? He was the one doing all the work. 

“Beds too loud,” he said. He slid out of you with a sting to your crotch. You squeezed your legs together, eyes locked on Hopper as he shifted his way to the floor. He even pondered dragging you out to his truck so he could fuck you in there, but he decided the floor would have to do.

“Well?” 

Startled, you stood up and met Hopper on the ground, his back pressed against the wall. Oh, shit. Did he want you to get on top? On your first time?! 

“I don’t know about…” 

Hopper cut you off before you could finish. “It’s alright.” He smirked at you, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you on top of him. “I’ll guide you through it.” He kissed your cheek and your face warmed. You aligned yourself, your knees on each side of Hopper’s thighs. One of his hands helped line himself back up with you, the other one squeezing your waist. “That’s it.” He encouraged. Hopper intently watched you, your cute mannerisms piquing his interest. Your face contorted, biting your lip, as you slid down on him. Your hands grabbed his shoulders for balance. Hopper’s hands now both roamed the side of your body, bringing your attention back to him. 

You began bouncing, drawing out your every move, trying to warm up. “Is this good?” You asked, looking at him.

Hopper’s hips bucked up slightly in response, a gasp escaping you. “Fucking perfect.” 

You rode him with more confidence, sliding on top of him with far less resistance now. Almost no sound was being made except for the connecting of your bodies and the sounds of both of your moans. 

You were constricting him as his cock throbbed against your walls. He wasn’t going to last much longer, your tight body basically forcing the orgasm out of him. Hopper’s head leaned against the wall, lazily watching you. One of his fingers moved to your clit, dragging it in slow circles. You squeaked, the new sensation making you bite your tongue. So many little sounds were being dragged out of you now. “Sound so pretty,” he mumbled in pleasure. 

As you were chasing your own high, you began to rock your hips back and forth, Hopper hitting you at a new angle. “Shit,” Hopper groaned, not expecting the switch in your confidence. Your moans sent Hopper over the edge, not having enough time to pull out of you before he came. 

You cried in pleasure as you followed close behind with the help of his circling thumb, your body tightly pulsating around his cock. You felt his warm seed explode into you and squelch out of your body. You were too cockdrunk to fully process what was happening, all you wanted was to extend your high as long as possible.

Hopper had to keep from groaning loudly, his voice a deep growl in his throat as he bucked his hips up, expelling himself into you further. 

Hopper watched as you used his cock to ride out your orgasm, messily rocking against him, your eyes shut, in another world completely. 

When you finally slowed, you collapsed forward onto his chest. Hopper wrapped his arms around you, catching his breath. “Always surprising me.”

You took a few deep breaths then looked up at him, your face lined with beads of sweat. “What?” You asked exasperated. 

“Didn’t expect you to use my dick like it wasn’t attached to anything, but solely there for your pleasure,” he teased. 

You felt embarrassed, just as surprised as he was at your sudden horny boost of confidence. He grinned. “It was hot,” he concluded. 

After you both got dressed, you felt a sudden wave of regret. Now that your mind wasn’t goop from the fire between your thighs, you could think clearly. What did this mean: fucking your dad’s friend? Someone who is over all the time. How were you going to hide this? Was Hopper going to want to fuck you again? What if you didn’t want to?

Before you could open your mouth to vocalize some of your panicky concerns, you heard your dad walking down the hall. Your door had slightly opened, just enough for your dead to hear movement. “You still up, hun?” He asked, moving to push your door open.

“Just had to use the bathroom,” You said with more haste than you meant to. Your dad’s hand fell back to his side. “Alright. Night then.” You heard him close the bathroom door. 

You looked up at Hopper behind you with big eyes. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You hissed. 

Hopper rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe he’d forget by morning.” Of course, Hopper was referring to the fact that your dad was too sleepy to remember Hopper was staying in your room, and you were supposed to be sleeping on the couch. It might click by the time he wakes up that it was you who answered him through your bedroom door, not Hopper. Neither of you were sure what you were going to do, but for some reason, it made your thighs pool with desire again. 

[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: Jim Hopper asking you out on a date

Fandom: Stranger Things

Suggested by @winterxisxcomingx

You rarely ever make dinner other than the frozen food that's quick and easy to prepare. Only on days like today, when Hopper stops by your place, you actually put some effort into the food you'd sit to eat together.

You and Jim have been friends with benefits ever since you moved to Hawkins a couple of years back. You met him by accident when you were running some errands in town, but it didn't stop you from being instantly drawn to him. Jim must've felt the same, as he would visit you more and more often. Things soon became heated and the room at your place he would visit most often was your bedroom. Despite you two being so close, you've never dared to ask to be something more with him. It seems... natural that you're just friends.

Your reminiscence of the past is interrupted by a knock on a door. You turn off the stove and rush to let Jim in. It takes you by surprise when after opening the door, you see him with flowers in hand, wearing a flannel shirt that you've never seen before. Struck by his appearance, you freeze in place for a second.

"Hi, Y/N," he says, "are you going to let me in or..."

"Sure, come in," you respond, moving out of his way. "Hey, is this flannel new? Are you seeing someone else after?"

"This?" he points at his shirt, sounding surprised. "No, I just haven't worn it in a while, but it is one of my better ones. But why would I see anyone else later?"

"Because you never dress up for me. And the flowers..."

"Oh, that. Yeah... Well, it's all for you, this is a special occasion and..."

Seeing him so flustered makes you laugh a little and ask:

"An occasion? Are we celebrating something? I would make something even better for dinner and..."

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart," he tells you and explains: "We're not celebrating today, but next week it'll be two years since we first met and I thought it's high time for us to become more than friends. I was hoping that... you would go on a date with me."

"You mean... an actual date? Not this... thing we do every few days?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. Unless you don't feel the same..."

"I feel exactly the same," you stop him with a reassurance. "I'll go on that date with you."

Hopper gives you a big smile and leans in for a kiss, which you gladly accept.

[munsons-hellfire]

Chapter 4: State Of Bliss

SUMMARY: You and Eddie have been living with each other for 3 weeks now. After your mother and step-father show up and some truth is revealed, Eddie is determined to make you feel better by taking you on a date just outside of Hawkins.

PAIRINGS: Biker!Eddie Munson x Teacher!Fem!Reader

PART 4 IN THE DARK PARADISE SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, mentions of a fight (does not involve Eddie or Reader), Smut, Language, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, protected p in v sex, aftercare, smut with a plot, she/her pronouns, Reader is 24 (almost 25), Eddie is 26, modern take, mentions of drugs, rival biker gangs, mentions of depression, mentions of anxiety, angst (reader's mother and step father show up), post-upside down

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is the long awaited part 4, I hope you enjoy this very much. I have finally found a name for the series and it is going to be called the Dark Paradise Series. If you wish to listen to playlist while reading this, there is a link in the series masterlist. Also this is my first time writing smut so I apologize in advance if it sucks. If you wish to be added to the tag list for this series please let me know in the comments down below. But I hope you enjoy it!

WORD COUNT: 5.6K Words

THE DARK PARADISE SERIES MASTERLIST

Three weeks had passed since the phone call with Jules. A date had been set in motion for when Jules would come down with her family even though it was making your sleeping habits bad. And if it hadn't cleared up before the kids came back to school you were in for a rude awakening. In the two weeks since the call Eddie had stayed with you and things had taken a turn that you were happy with.

Somewhere down the line of the two weeks together something had shifted between both of you and things had started to take a different direction. One thing you had told yourself when you left New York was to not allow yourself into another relationship. And well with Eddie that all went out the door. You sat down on the couch in your living room reading a book for work to get lesson plans ready for the first month.

From what you were sure of Eddie was still asleep in the bedroom that he had taken when he had moved in. You were lucky that your apartment had two bedrooms. You didn't need it but that's really what was available at short notice of you moving across the states. You had been so lost in thought on what you were doing you didn't even notice Eddie walk into the kitchen. When you finally looked up from your book you saw that he was shirtless.

His back was to you, but you could see the few tattoos that scattered his back muscles. Finally Eddie turned around but had his eyes elsewhere to notice that you were staring. When he had turned around you could see more of his tattoos, looking down lower you could see a happy trail that lead right into his sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

"See something you like, sweetheart?" Eddie questioned, with a smirk plastered to his lips. He had caught you red handed and you were quick to look away hoping that he couldn't see how red your face had gotten.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You replied, trying to brush off the fact that you were staring.

"It's okay, I know, I'm good lookin' and sexy. I got nothin' to be ashamed of."

"Of course not." A knock on the front door caused the conversation to come to an end. You looked at the door, then at Eddie as another knock could be heard.

"You expecting anyone?" Eddie questioned, brown eyes on you.

"No, I'm not." Eddie could hear the panic clear as day in your voice. You closed your book and set it down on the table and stood up from the couch.

Eddie quickly disappeared back into the room he had come out of. All while you cautiously walked to the front door of your apartment. A shaky breath leapt off your lips as you got closer and closer to the door. Another knock came from the other side of it. You looked back at the biker as he entered back into the front of the apartment. A gun rested in his hand.

"Just for protection, I can't let anything happen to you." Eddie whispered softly.

You sent him a small nod, then moved closer to the door. You stood on your toes looking through the peephole to see who stood on the other side of your door and it wasn't who you'd thought it would be. Your mother and step-father stood outside your door, both had angry looks plastered right on their faces as they waited for an answer. You lowered yourself and pressed your forehead to the door.

A million different things were flying through your head right now, but only one was front and center. Why were your mother and step-father here and what did they want? Slowly you backed away from the door and started to unlock it.

"It's just my mom and step-father." You paused, staring down at the gun. "Please hide that and please if you can stay close to me. I can't have you doing something stupid." Your voice was soft, with a little bit of sternness as you looked at Eddie.

"Okay, sweetheart." He walked towards the couch and slid his gun underneath it, wanting to keep it close in case he had to use it. Then he came back up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder giving you a comforting squeeze as you opened the door.

"'Bout time, what the hell were you doing?" Your mother asked as the door opened wide. Her eyes trailed over to Eddie who still stood behind you. "Oh, I see you were just fucking." You rolled your eyes at your mother.

"What are you doing here, mom?" You asked, ignoring her rudeness.

"I wanted to know why my brat of a daughter left without saying so much as a goodbye? Had to find out from my ex-husband that said brat daughter came back home. What the hell?" The woman pushed past you, entering your apartment. Your step-father stepped in as well, his eyes lingering on you.

A chill ran down your body after seeing the way he was looking at you. Eddie gently and slowly slid his hand down into yours and held onto it.

"I'm here, you're not alone, Bug." You squeezed Eddie's hand back to let him know that you had heard him.

"Last time I checked, I don't need to let you know where I'm moving." Your voice was stern and distant, it was easy to pick up.

"Last time I checked you lived under our house which means you follow our rules." Your step-father said, eyes drilling into you like a saw.

You stepped forward, letting go of Eddie's hand. "I did live under your roof but now I don't. And you're not my father, you can't tell me what to do."

You had wished you could take back the words you had said, while you did mean them you hadn't meant for it to come out like that. Your step-father took a step towards you and raised his hand. You flinched lifting your hands up to protect yourself however nothing happened.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on her." Eddie said through gritted teeth as he held onto the wrist of your step-father.

"What are you gonna do about it boy? She's a brat who deserves what's comin' to her." The words didn't come from your step-father, they came from the last person you expected them to come from but weren't surprised in the least. Your mother had her eyes on Eddie, glaring daggers at him.

"No." It was a simple word spoken from Eddie but it meant more to you than you could possibly say. "You two can stay the night, not here. I'm sure the drive from New York was long. But you're gone in the morning. If you ever contact her or come back to Hawkins so help me I will make sure you regret it."

Shock etched onto your face as well as your mother and step-father, none of you had expected that outburst from Eddie. But deep down you were thankful for it. Eddie dropped your step-father's wrist and walked over to the door opening it up for them.

"Now get the hell outta here."

Begrudgingly your step-father was the first to walk past you and head out of your apartment. Your mother on the other hand walked up to you and stared at you. You could see the angry evident in her eyes as she continued to look at you.

"You got lucky this time because of that boy. But next time, well, next time he won't be able to save you." That right there should've been an indication of your future, but you were too blind to see it. You walked down the hallway towards your room before Eddie had even closed the door. Walking to your bed you collapsed down in it and let everything you were holding in come out.

Eddie walked over to the couch and grabbed his gun, taking it back into his room. He gave you some alone time while he made a call to your father. With his phone up to his ear and his door closed he turned some Metallica on so you wouldn't be able to hear the conversation. Eddie had picked up on what you hadn't and he wasn't so sure he wanted to tell you right now, not in the state you were in.

"Everything okay, Munson?" Allen asked, as soon as he picked up on his end of the line.

"No, your lovely ex-wife and her husband just showed up at the apartment." Eddie answered.

Allen became alerted and told everyone in the room to be quiet. "Is Bug okay?" Sam asked, it was clear to Eddie that he was on speaker now.

"Just upset. I'm letting her cool off before I go in to make sure she's okay. But that's not why I called."

"Why did you call then?" Hopper was the one who asked the next question. Eddie wasn't shocked he was there considering how good friends Allen and Hopper were.

"I have reason to believe that Bug's mom is the one who wants her dead, and the Stingers are the ones who were hired." Eddie could hear how silent everyone was on the other end.

"How?"

"Well, she said that Bug was lucky I was here because next time I wouldn't be able to save her." Eddie closed his eyes at the thought of something happening to you when he wasn't around you.

"Okay. Give me a few hours to figure some things out. In the meantime keep a closer eye on Bug, make sure she's okay."

"You got it, boss." With those words Eddie hung up the phone and turned off his music. Opening the door he walked out of his room and headed back towards yours. You were still in your bed curled up and holding onto a pillow tightly. He walked over to the bed, on the side that you weren't lying down on. Climbing into the bed he laid down and pulled you towards him adjusting your body so your head was resting on his chest. He held onto you as tightly as he could hoping it would bring some kind of comfort. "You okay, sweetheart?" He asked soothingly.

You sniffled quietly, "I'll be okay eventually." You adjusted yourself so you could move into Eddie's warmth, this was the closest you've been to him since he moved in and you honestly didn't mind. Your eyes closed again, while you ran over everything that had just happened. Your thoughts were getting the better of you.

"How, uh, how would you like to get out of the apartment for a little bit?" Eddie questioned. You adjusted your head slightly, looking up at Eddie as he stared down at you waiting for an answer.

"Like a date?"

"Unless you don't want to call it a date." Eddie seemed nervous, which you thought was cute. So cute that this man who didn't have an issue holding your mother and step-father at gunpoint, but had an issue asking you out on a date.

"No, I think that would be a lot of fun. Do you have anything in mind?"

"I do. I'm gonna go get ready, wear somethin' nice." Eddie removed himself from your grip and climbed off the bed. You dropped your head into the pillow already missing his warmth. When the door was closed you began to get ready for the date.

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You sat on the back of Eddie's bike as he pulled up to a small bar outside of Hawkins. He wanted to get you away from the town for a bit. The shock of seeing your mother and step-father still rattled you slightly, but you were curious as to why they were here. You pushed the thought to the back of your head and removed your arms from Eddie's waist, something you didn't want to let go.

Afterwards your fingers grabbed a hold of the helmet and pulled it off your head. Eddie turned his bike off and kicked the kickstand out. You placed the helmet on his bike as Eddie grasped a hold of your fingers and laced them with his. You looked down where your fingers tangled together, a small but noticeable smile appeared on your face and Eddie saw it as his first victory of the night.

He pulled you close to him and the two of you walked into the bar. When the two of you walked in, music was playing in the background. There were people out on the floor dancing to the music, while others were eating and some were at the bar drinking whatever they could get their hands on.

"Have you been here before?" You questioned, your curious eyes finding Eddie as he gave you a quick nod.

"Done business here a couple of times, it's a good place to be outside of Hawkins." Eddie answered, leading you over to a booth so you two could get something to eat. You sat down across from him, only seconds after the two of you sat down a waiter came over and took your order.

"So what's the furthest my father has made you travel?" You were curious to know more about the biker life and how everything worked.

"Uh, California is the furthest I've gone. Before the Stingers took over we had business with the Vipers. They have since relocated on the East coast so if I have to go out to see them for a meeting there in New York."

You looked down at your hands as Eddie explained his answer to your question. It got you wondering, if they were in New York does that mean that they were protecting you from Jules. Another question popped into your head and you had to know, because you needed to know if your friend whom you had a falling out with in the weeks prior to you leaving New York.

"Did uh- was I under their protection? You know in New York?" You wanted to release a defeated sigh when Eddie gave you a nod, but it made you happy to know that your dad and brother had someone watching over you.

"Allen picked out a few people, even before he knew there was a hit out on you he wanted to keep you safe if he couldn’t see you all the time. I know that the one thing your dad regrets, because he told me, is that he didn't fight harder for you."

"That's why he's fighting so hard now?"

"Yeah."

"Makes sense, my mother wouldn't let him visit us in New York. There were times where I didn't get to see him or Sam and I didn't understand it. It wasn't until I got older and had a phone that I was actually able to build a relationship with my older brother. Though it's really sad that I had to build my relationship with him through FaceTime, or calls, or texts. It's the one thing I'll never be able to forgive my mother for."

"I'm really sorry that all this is happening. I don't think you deserve it." You could hear the sadness in his voice as he apologized, even though you didn't need an apology from him. You reached over the table and grabbed his hand holding it in yours. Gently Eddie started to rub your palm while his brown eyes stared back into yours.

"Please, don't apologize for something you have no control over. I am the daughter of the largest and most powerful biker gang out there. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm just glad I'll be here when the attack happens."

"It's my job to protect you now, and I'm not gonna let you die when she comes to town."

You smiled softly. "You can't protect me from Jules. It's a fight neither of us will win, Eddie."

Before Eddie could say anything your food arrived at the table. The conversation was dropped and you two ate quietly not sure what to say to each other. You knew deep down that you were right, Jules would eventually follow through on her plan and you knew she would kill you even if that meant killing anyone that would get in her way.

When the food was finished Eddie climbed out of the booth and held his hand out to you. You looked at his hand with confused eyes. "I wanna take you somewhere else, I think you'll like it, sweetheart." You smiled and placed your hand in his.

And it was a good thing too because a fight erupted in the bar. Eddie pulled you close to his chest shielding you from the glass that was being thrown around just like the punches. You laughed at how fast you and Eddie had made it out of the bar. Making it over to the bike you place the helmet back over your head and climb on wrapping your arms around his waist.

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Eddie pulled up to a lake and knocked the kickstand off, he turned his bike off and removed your arms from his waist. Then he took the helmet off and grabbed your hand. You weren't entirely familiar with the lake but you knew of it because your brother had mentioned it a few times. Eddie placed his hand behind your back and guided you over to the edge of the lake where the sun was starting to set.

A smile smeared across your lips reaching your eyes. You couldn't get something like this in New York where you had lived. Moving to Hawkins made it worth it.

"Whaddya think, sweetheart?" Eddie questioned breaking the silence.

"This is so beautiful. I've never seen a sunset like this."

"Don't worry, there will be more to see for as long as you're here. I just thought this would be a good way to end the night before we go back to your apartment and call it a night." Eddie wanted to be hopeful that something more would happen tonight, but he pushed it aside.

You turned to look at him, grabbing a hold of his hands. "What if I don't want tonight to end when we get back to my apartment?" You said, though it was a question and you hoped Eddie picked up on what you were asking.

Eddie moved closer the space between you closing as he chest came in contact with yours. He stared down at your eyes looking for any sign that you didn't want this. Eddie licked his lips, "then I think we should get back home." You released a surprised gasp when Eddie's lips landed on yours in a sweet kiss.

You nodded your head when he pulled away. "I agree." You whispered. Giggling, you ran as quick as you could back to Eddie's bike, with Eddie hot on your trail.

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The second you were at the door Eddie had his hands wrapped around you, your hair was on the side while he placed soft kisses up your neck. You had your keys in your hand and had been trying to unlock the door but Eddie was distracting you. He seemed to notice, gently he lifted his hand and placed it over top of yours helping you open your door.

With the door now open the two of you were able to enter the apartment. Eddie kicked the door shut and threw your keys and bag to the table. His soft lips found home on yours, continuing to kiss you as he pushed you back down the hallway towards your room. When the back of your knees hit your bed he removed his lips from yours.

An unintentionally wine leaves your lips and causes Eddie to smirk down at you. "Now now, you'll have my lips back on you soon enough, sweetheart." His voice was dripping with lust as he said it. Gently he pushed you down onto your bed and hovered over you. His lips found purchase on your neck.

He placed sweet kisses on your neck, slowly moving his way down your body. Eventually he came to a stop, his hands gripped the dress you were wearing and slid it up your body slightly to reveal your panties. Leaning forward Eddie placed kisses on each thigh sending shivers down your body. He lowered himself to the bed and gently leaned forward placing another kiss on your clothed pussy.

Pushing his hands up he placed his fingers on the waistband of your panties, Eddie looked up at you and you gave a nod letting him know it was okay. He gently pulled them down your legs until they were off. He turned back coming face to face with your already wet cunt.

"So pretty." He murmured. "Is all this for me?" His brown eyes were on you as you stared back at him.

You gave a small nod, "only for you." You whispered.

The biker leaned forward, holding his tongue out flat he licked a long strip from your hole moving between your folds and ending up on your clit. A moan escaped from your lips, one that Eddie wanted to hear more of. His attack starts slow, licking your clit gently as he moves his fingers towards your hole.

Eddie sucks your clit into his mouth while his first finger breaches your hole. Slowly he slides it inside you and curls it up. Another moan leaves your mouth, your eyes flutter close. Eddie flicks his tongue around your bud, you arch your back off the bed. You slam your hands into the bed and grab a hold of your sheets. He sets his pace, licking and fingering you fast enough to get you close to your first orgasm.

"Fuck, Eddie." You moaned out, reaching your hand forward and tangling it into his curls. He could feel you clench around his fingers, he smirked, having you just where he wanted, having you falling apart from just his tongue and fingers.

Eddie pulled away from your clit and added a third finger inside you. He looked at you through his lust blown brown eyes. "Taste so fucking sweet." He whispered but loud enough for you to hear. He dipped his head back down and attached back to your clit sucking on it. Eddie’s free hand moved up your soft skin until it fell onto one of your breasts.

His fingers found your nipple and rolled it between his thumb and index finger. Your hands removed themselves from your sheets and entangled into Eddie’s hair gripping onto it tightly. "Fuck." You gasped at the pleasure he was making you feel. It was like nothing you’d have felt before, not with any of your previous partners. "So close." You mumbled, a broken moan falling from your lips after.

Eddie looked at you from between your legs, a smirk making its way to his lips. "Let go for me, sweetheart." He ordered, you clenched around his fingers. Your orgasm hitting you just after he had told you to let go.

"Oh my god." You breathed out, eyes closed as the orgasm continued to wash over you.

"Good girl." Eddie said, he gently pulled his fingers from your hole. You whimpered at the loss as you let go of his hair. The biker lifted to his knees and placed his fingers into his mouth, liking your slick off his fingers. "Tastes so good, princess." You smiled shyly, and watched him remove his fingers from his mouth. Eddie grabbed a hold of his shirt and removed it, throwing it to your floor.

You looked at Eddie, getting a better look at the tattoo’s that littered his toned body. It was hot to say the least and turned you on. You moved yourself around and moved your fingers toward his pants. You placed your hands on his belt and began to unbuckle it. However Eddie grasped the hold of your wrist and looked down at you.

"What are you doing?" Eddie questioned a soft smirk on his face.

"I wanna taste you." You whispered, eyeing the outline of his cock in his pants.

“Next time. I really need to be inside you.” And it clicked right then and there what Eddie needed. You leaned back down on bed watching Eddie remove his pants. Finally he removed his boxers, his cock sprung out the tip hitting his happy trail. Eddie gripped his length moving his hand up and down. You reached over to your side dresser pulling a condom out.

You ripped it open and pulled the rubber out. Leaning forward slightly you placed it on Eddie's cock and rolled it down his length. He groaned at the way your hand felt wrapped around him. He gently pushed you back down to your bed and moved in between your legs. Gripping himself he slipped his cock through your folds causing a moan to escape from your mouth.

Finally after a long wait, Eddie slid his cock into your entrance. You whimpered at the feeling of him inside you. He was pulled in, you were gripping him tightly. The brunette lowered his forehead and rested it on top of yours. He gave you a few seconds to get adjusted to his side. Eddie had completely bottomed out inside you, and it was a whole new feeling of pleasure. Your head fell back against the pillow waiting for some kind of friction.

"Please, please, please." You begged, soft eyes on Eddie as his brown eyes stared into yours.

"God, you're so fucking tight." Eddie whispered into your ear, he moved his head down to your neck and started to suck on your soft skin and he began to pull his hips back out only to slam them down. A loud moan escaped your lips, feeling Eddie move inside you. It was pure bliss, something you never wanted to end.

Eddie's thrusts were slow to start, but eventually he found his rhythm and his pace picked up. The noise of skin slapping skin was the only other thing that could be heard in your room other than your desperate moans. Eddie pulled back from your neck looking at the mark he had left. A smile fell onto his lips. You lifted your legs from your bed and wrapped them around Eddie's waist not letting him go.

Eddie hit the sweet spot inside you, prompting you to squeeze around him. Another moan left his lips as he continued to pull his hips back and slam them down into you. You were close, Eddie could feel it the way you were squeezing him. He leaned himself up and connected his lips to yours, kissing you softly.

"Mm-close." You said, when you pulled away from the kiss. Eddie understood what you were asking for and moved one of his hands between your bodies. His thumb found your clit and he started to circle around your clit. The pressure was building, beads of sweat were dripping down your body and Eddie's too.

"Need to feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart." Eddie whispered against your ear. "Cum for me." Eddie placed a kiss on it and moved back down on your neck to suck on the sweet spot. With Eddie giving you the permission you didn't know you needed, your release hit you. You arch off your bed, chest moving closer to Eddie's. Your finger nails are digging into Eddie's shoulders as you come apart under him.

Eddie's thrust starts to slow down his own climax just on the way. The biker pulls out of you, you whimper at the loss but watch in a state of bliss as he pulls the condom off his hard length. Eddie wraps his hand around himself and starts to move his hand up and down his dick. A moan escapes his mouth as ropes of his cum hit your stomach. He milked his cock for every last drip until there was no more.

You exhaled, as you came down from your high. Eddie walked out of your room for a brief moment. When he came back he had a glass of water in one hand with a snack and a wet rag in the other. Eddie set it down on your dresser. He leaned over you and moved the wet rag between your legs. You gasped at the sudden touch, still sensitive from the events moments ago.

"Sorry." Eddie whispered softly, eyes looking up at you through his bangs.

"'S okay." You said, sending him a smile. "Thank you."

"For what, princess?" Eddie threw the rag towards your basket and grabbed a hold of his boxers sliding them back on. Then he grabbed the glass of water and held it out to you. "Hydrate." He added.

"For tonight, it was perfect." You hadn't felt this way in a while, you hadn't felt calm, safe, happy, since probably before you left Hawkins for good. "I haven't felt this happy in a long time."

Eddie gave you a half smile as he handed a snack over to you so you could eat it. "I'm glad that I could make it memorable." Eddie leaned forward, grabbing his shirt from the floor. He turned back towards you and held it out. "Here." You smiled, taking his shirt you slid it on.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Eddie gave a nod of his head. You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on his lips. "And then we're discussing what this means." A giggle erupted from your mouth.

Eddie turned on your bed watching you walk towards the bathroom. "I think you know what it means, Bug." Eddie said. He took the time to get a good look at the things that you had in your room now that it had been decorated. There didn't seem to be much from New York. You had a few photos, mostly of you and your brother when you were younger. But nothing recent.

You climbed onto the bed, Eddie's shirt wrapped around your body and a fresh pair of underwear on. When you made it over to him you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed soft kisses on his shoulders.

"Do you want the honest truth?" You asked, bringing up words from a previous conversation the two of you had shared. He smiled and turned around in your arms pulling you close to him. The two of you fell to your bed, both laughing.

"Of course I do." Eddie placed a gentle kiss onto your lips before he pulled away. His hand fell underneath his hair, holding up his head so he could still look at you.

"I'm scared of what this means. I like you a lot Eddie, and this was so so magical. The best night I could've possibly asked for. But I'm scared that you'll realize that I'm not good enough for you, that I'm broken, or that you might not want the same things I want. I've been trying to get this through everyone's head before I've gone further into a relationship." You paused, a shaky breath falling from your lips. Eddie pushed his hand forward and grabbed a hold of yours.

"Hey, it's okay, you can tell me Bug." You could hear the seriousness in his voice as he talked to you. He was gently rubbing a circle around the palm of your hand with his thumb, his brown eyes were still on your soft but scared eyes.

"I want everything that comes with a relationship, not just the arguments, or the great sex, I want the good qualities. I want kids and marriage, I want it all. But I'm afraid that you might be like the others and will only be in it for the ride. I'm afraid that you'll realize you can do better than what I have to offer." A tear cascaded down your face and Eddie was quick to swipe it away from his thumb, after removing it from your hand. He kept his hand there on your cheek and you of course pushed into it feeling the warmth.

"I'm not gonna lie, all that future talk scares the shit out of me too. With the life I lead, there's always the possibility something bad could happen. I'm scared shitless to be a parent, and even a husband." Eddie paused, he was getting ready to tell his truth. "You are the first person that's walked into my life and I've seen a future with. I don't want to lose whatever it is we have. I'm not saying no to the idea of family, but I think that should be revisited when the time comes."

You felt the bricks that had been resting on your chest finally fall off. It wasn't close to the answer you wanted but it was a better one than what you had gotten from Mikey and Jules.

"Okay." You smiled at him. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. But I just needed to know that there was a possibility in the future."

Eddie pulled you to his chest and held onto you tightly. "Don't be sorry. You have every right to feel the way that you do." You leaned down, your hair falling around you. Your soft lips fell onto Eddie's again and the two of you kissed like you didn't want to let go. And you didn't because you had found the one person you knew you wanted to be with for the long run. You just didn't realize the damage it would do to the both of you.

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Hiiii thank you for requesting Hopper!! I haven't written anything for him yet because I wasn't sure if there was a demand, but back before season 3/4 he's the only person I read fic for in the ST fandom so I'm happy to get the chance!! I don't really know where this lines up with the canon. Probably somewhere in season 2 but??? Let's just pretend that canon doesn't exist anyway.

Picking out a Christmas Tree with Jim Hopper w/c: 676

Join the Christmas Party!

“Are you gonna tell me why you dragged me all the way out here, Hop?” 

You wring your cold hands together, willing away the shiver that follows as Hopper digs in the back of the pickup truck. 

“You said,” he grunts, fighting with something in the bed, a fierce metallic clunk interrupts his sentence. Pulling what you now recognize as a hacksaw free from the clutter, he huffs and continues, “you said you’ve never had a real Christmas tree.” 

“Oh.”

It’s all you can muster. Your heart cracks at the gesture, the fact that something small you mentioned in passing a few days ago led here, to the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of Hawkins, surrounded by rows and rows of evergreen trees.

“Yeah, oh! Now come on, ’M already freezing.” 

He guides you up the first row of trees with a firm hand on your lower back. Something you’ve learned in your time living with Jim Hopper is that he’s a man of few words. He never has too much to say, and even when he does he struggles to say it. But that doesn’t mean he can’t find other ways to make his feelings known. In small gestures; a fresh pot of coffee before he leaves for work, or throwing your towel in the dryer so it’s nice and warm when you get out of the shower. Or in larger, more grand ones like this, he never fails to make you feel loved. 

“Do you have decorations already?” You ask, lacing your fingers with his and tugging along toward a tree that caught your eye. “I don’t remember you ever having a tree in the past, real or not.” 

He huffs a single, clipped laugh and shrugs, “I think I’ve got some lights out in the shed. Maybe. It’s, ah, been a while since I put one up, you’re right.” He didn’t need to tell you that the lights were leftover from Joyce’s predicament last year, or that the few ornaments he does have aren’t meant for the tree. Not anymore, they’re too special, handmade little things from Sara’s daycare and elementary school holiday parties, a My First Christmas ceramic teddy bear that he can’t bring himself to throw away. You can see his expression go blank at the thought, his hand tightening around yours ever so slightly, but don’t dare mention it.

Humming thoughtfully, you notice that the one that caught your eye has a bald spot in the back and move on. “Well then we’ll just have to start our own collection from scratch!” 

The smile that takes over his features is still a little guarded, but it’s warm despite his apprehension. “Yeah?” He asks, voice thick with emotion, and presses a kiss to your temple. His whiskers tickle against your hairline, cold nose pressing into your skin and sending another shiver down your spine. “I like the sound of that.” 

As you turn the corner to the next row of trees you spot the perfect one, and without thinking you drop his hand and run for it. “This one!” You shout, turning in place and bouncing on your toes. Your excitement is contagious, only encouraging a wider, joyous smile onto his face as he jogs to catch up. “This is it!” 

It’s picture perfect, almost as wide as it is tall, standing just a little taller than your head. The branches are full, evenly spread, and if you didn’t know any better you would say it was store bought. Fresh snow dusts it evenly, glittering in the winter sun.  

From behind Hopper engulfs you in his embrace, thick arms wrapping around your waist, careful of the blade in his hand. He rests his chin on your shoulder, “looks like a winner to me. This the one you want?” 

You don’t give a verbal response, only lean heavier back into his hold and nod. 

With another quick kiss pressed high on the apple of your cheek, he releases you and twirls the saw in hand with a flourish, “then it’s yours.”

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On My Way - Jim Hopper x Single Mom!Reader

ONE

Pairing: Jim Hopper x (Single-ish)Mom!Reader

In this chapter: You and your daughter Willow are traveling to Hawkins!

Summary: Together with her daughter Willow, Y/N tries to get away from her abusive husband. Running away from home, she takes shelter in her sister Joyce's house a few towns over. Here Y/N tries to build a better life for herself and her daughter, she meets Jim and Eleven and becomes a better aunt to her nephews, Will and Jonathan.

But what happens when her husband comes back into their lives, trying to make it a living hell? Will he pull apart the stable base she has created for her and her daughter?

TW: trauma, abuse mentions, (i'll update as the fic is progressing)

A/N: i really hope you like this! please let me know what you think so far :)

Words: 1499

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The train came to a stop with a loud creaking noise of the brakes. The carriage shook you around and the empty bottle of soda on the little counter fell to the ground. You got up, threw the bottle away in the little trashcan and grabbed your big backpack. 

“Come on, sweetheart. We need to get off here.” You said, swinging your backpack around your shoulders. Willow perked up, she was sick of sitting all the time and not being able to go outside. During the train ride, she repeatedly kept asking when you both were getting off the train. Even though there was nothing to do much, at one point Willow’s energy was so drained you couldn’t keep her still. She was tired and longed to cuddle with her teddy bear, which she got as a present from the lady down the street the day you moved there when she was only one years old. This is the same lady who offered you and your daughter help to escape, by saving all the extra money you made from being a waitress at a café and even chipped in the last bit of money needed to buy these train tickets. 

Willow was holding your hand when you were making your way to the bus stations. With every breath you took, the clouds of condensation left your mouth. The tips of your ears and nose felt like it froze stiff and if you would even dare to touch it, it’d break off.

“It’s so cold.” Willow said suddenly. You gave a little huff and looked at her. With the one hand she had left, she tried to put the shawl around her neck well. 

“Here, let me help you sweetheart.” You crouched down, taking the shawl entirely off her shoulders so you could wrap it better around her face, so it covered her nose, mouth, and ears. With a simple tug at her beanie, her entire face was covered and kept warm, except for her eyes. You let your hands rest on her cheeks and pressed a kiss on her forehead. 

“We’re almost on the bus, yeah? From there we have to travel a few hours and then we get to see auntie Joyce and you can take a nap in a real bed.” Willow nodded and grabbed your hand. 

“Let’s go mama. We can do this.” She said full enthusiasm and dragged you into the direction you were walking to in the first place. Her enthusiasm made you chuckle, even though Willow experienced much sadness in her life, it surprises you every time on how positive she goes through life. Where sometimes you walk into a situation where you see no way out, Willow somehow manages to bring over her positive energy to calm you down and see things from a new perspective. She also gives you the motivation and drive to strife for her happiness, but also your own. To be honest, without her, you’d be in such a different place in your life right now. Possible worse than the situation you’re already in. 

Not long after that, you were on the bus. Before you got on, you found a place for you and Willow to do your needs and after that you bought a little breakfast, so Willow had at least something in her stomach during the last stretch of the trip. Not long after you went on board, she fell asleep and left you and your thoughts alone. You didn’t even know where to begin, your head was so full of different thoughts and memories, and you were scared that if you were going to pluck them out one by one, you’d end up like a mess. One bigger than you already were. 

Without trying to think of the sad and terrible things, you tried to think about the happier ones. Such as Willow, and Joyce. You can’t stop thinking about the moment Joyce will open the door, how will she react? What will she say? Are you welcome, even though last time you saw her you left without saying anything? Does she hate you? There were many questions floating around in your head and you tried to stop imagining the worst possible scenarios, especially the ones where Joyce would slam the door in your face, leaving you and your four-year old daughter in the cold. 

You haven’t seen your sister in ages. It’s been a couple of years since you two last talked, it was just around the time you got into a relationship with Kevin. You should’ve listened to Joyce when she tried to warn you, she didn’t trust him at all. But they say love makes blind, right? 

You and Kevin were dating for about two months, and everything went great. He was taking care of you, making sure you were okay and every time he came to visit or pick you up to go on a date, he’d bring flowers and chocolates. He was polite, kind and was everything in a man you have never had before. He made you feel good, made you feel loved. So, when he came to pick you up for a date and told you during dinner, he got a job offer a few states over, you didn’t hesitate to pack your bags and move with him across the country. Of course, you thought about saying goodbye to Joyce, but you knew she would try and stop you, so you thought it was for the best to give her a call when you arrived at your new home. But you never got around to calling her, you never even got a chance. And now it has been a couple of years. Jonathan would be a full young adult now and Will a teenager. You felt guilty for not being there for Joyce, for helping with your nephews as you know Lonnie was never around. There wasn’t a day where you weren’t thinking about them. Wondering how it would be if the contact was there again. Would you have been happier? 

With all the emotions you were feeling, you tried to neutralise your feelings the moment you saw the welcoming sign of Hawkins. With the sleeves of your sweater, you wiped away the tears that got away onto your cheek. You took a deep sniff, blew your nose with a piece of paper, and took a sip of the water bottle you kept in your bag. You put your hand on Willow’s shoulder and gently shook her so she would wake up.

“You need to wake up baby, we’re almost here.” You whispered into her ear. She opened her eyes but squeezed them shut again with a swift motion. The look of her face made you giggle. It was early in the afternoon and the sun came through. It was quite nice, the warm feeling of the rays of sunshine stretched out over your skin. 

“Can we go for ice cream?” Your daughter asked while you were watching the bus drive off in the distance. There is no turning back. You looked at her face, there was a look of hope and a glistering of happiness in her eyes. You chuckled.

“Of course, I promised you yesterday, remember?” The smile on the little girl’s face widened and she gave out a scream of happiness while clapping her hands. You guided her to the place where you remember being a snackbar a couple of years ago and you hoped it would still be there. It would be awkward to tell her now that you don’t know where to get a soft ice cream on a cone. On the inside, you said a little thank you when the snackbar was still at the spot you remembered.

You had asked the server of the snackbar if you could use the phone to call for a cab to your sister's house. Normally you would’ve walked it, but Willow was tired and there was no way you could carry your heavy backpack on your back while carrying Willow all the way. Luckily, it was no problem and within twenty minutes there was a cab waiting for you outside the building. It was a fifteen-minute drive, and now you were standing at the front door to your sister’s house. 

With a deep sigh and trying to shake out every nervous feeling, you knocked on the door. Would she be home? Would one of her sons be home? Who would answer the door? Will she recognize you? Are you welcome? What if nobody’s home, what would you do then? Where will you go if-

The sound of the lock opening interrupted your thoughts. This is it, you thought. This is the moment. You squeezed Willow’s little hand and closed your eyes. The nervousness was getting too much. You opened your eyes when the door went open to reveal a woman with brown eyes and brown hair. The woman’s face changed from neutral to one with her eyebrows raised and eyes in shock.

“Y/N?”

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Lilly Harrington



Summary - it is Christmas and the Harringtons family are spending it in Florida and they get to invite one person each Steve obviously invited his girlfriend, Ruby and Lilly got forced by Steve to invite, Alex because he didn’t want him to spend it without his sister, Ruby and stay at home at Christmas with his drunk Dad.

The Florida sun beat down on the Harrington family's rented beach house as Lilly, a whirlwind of blonde hair and blue eyes, stomped around the living room, muttering under her breath. 'Christmas in Florida? Seriously?' she griped, kicking a strategically placed palm frond.

'It's a change of pace, Lil,' Steve, her brother, said, trying to sound nonchalant as he wrestled with a tangled strand of Christmas lights. He'd invited his girlfriend, Ruby, to join them, a decision Lilly had begrudgingly accepted. Ruby was nice enough, though a little too 'perfect' for Lilly's taste.

The real problem was Alex. Steve, in a fit of overprotective brotherliness, had insisted Lilly invite Alex, her best friend, and his sister, Ruby. Alex was a force of nature, a blur of energy and impulsive decisions, and at 13, he was a walking disaster. He was currently trying to assemble a Christmas tree, resulting in a tangled mess of branches and limbs.

'He's going to break it,' Lilly muttered, her eyes narrowed at Alex.

'He's just trying to help,' Ruby said, rescuing a pine branch from Alex's clumsy grasp. She was used to Alex's antics, having grown up with him, and a kind smile graced her lips as she helped him untangle the Christmas lights.

Lilly rolled her eyes. 'He's got ADHD, Ruby, not a bad case of 'helpful.' '

Alex, completely unfazed by Lilly's barb, grinned at Ruby. 'See? Lilly's finally admitting I'm helpful!' He then proceeded to accidentally drop a bauble, causing it to shatter on the floor.

'Alex!' Lilly shrieked, her frustration boiling over. She was about to unleash a full-force, teenage tirade when Steve intervened. 'Look, Lil, you know Alex needs his sister, and Ruby needs her brother. Just let it go for one day, okay?'

Lilly, despite her inner rebellion, knew Steve was right. Alex was her best friend, even if he was a walking, talking, Christmas-decorating disaster. She sighed, grabbing a broom to clean up the shattered bauble.

'Fine,' she grumbled, 'but if he breaks anything else, I'm blaming you, Steve. You're the one who insisted on inviting them.'

The ensuing days were a whirlwind of beach trips, sunburns, and Christmas cheer, albeit a bit chaotic. Alex, in his energetic chaos, somehow managed to get his head stuck in the banister while trying to reach a high-up ornament. Ruby, ever the practical one, had to pry him free.

Despite the occasional drama, Lilly found herself enjoying the holiday with her friends. Even Alex, with his tendency to get into trouble, was a welcome addition to their Christmas adventures. As they walked along the beach, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink, Lilly felt a small flicker of warmth in her heart. Maybe Christmas in Florida wasn't so bad after all.

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COSMIC - S2:E6; Chapter Six, The Spy - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

will's connection to a shadowy evil grows stronger, but no one's quite sure how to stop it. elsewhere, steve and dustin forge an unlikely bond.

WARNINGS: descriptions of v*miting, but it should only the very first paragraph here, and the flashback paragraphs designated under "DEC 1983" I believe.. Just in case you feel it best you need to skip!

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Dr. Owens peaks his head in the door uneasily, where, inside, Hopper sits on the edge of the bench hunched over a bucket. He is still in the gown the lab had provided, his new pair of scrubs still sitting folded and untouched to his left on the bench. Another retch is torn from his strained throat as his insides empty into the bucket. Owens fights a grimace and clears his throat announcing his presence.

"All right, cowboy, good news." He steps inside, his assistant behind him. "We're giving you the green light. How're you feeling?"

Hopper, still shaky and weak from his night in the tunnels and the full hose down from the medical team, turns to give the doctor an exaggerated grin.

"Never better." Says Hopper through gritted teeth.

"All right, well, we got a present for ya," Owens says, letting the sarcasm roll off his back.

The assistant steps forward, a folded hazmat suit in his hands. Hopper attempts no such efforts to hide his grimace at the sight.

"The hell is that?"

"Uh, something you should see."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The heart monitor beats steadily as Will sleeps, color has begun to return to his cheeks but it is scarce. Mike is tucked under a blanket, fast asleep in the bedside chair while Joyce and Bob speak in hushed whispers in the corner. Joyce had, for the most part, filled in Bob on the events of the past year.

"They made me sign, like, a thousand documents. I mean... we all had to. We had to! I mean, I lost track at a certain point. They're gonna make you do the same. I'm sure."

Bob nods, his eyes returning to Joyce after lingering worriedly on Will.

"Yeah. Well, hey, whatever."

There's a brief pause as Joyce gauges his reaction suspiciously, surprised by his shockingly relaxed demeanor. Finally, Bob speaks.

"What kind of documents?"

"Uh, confidentiality, and there were these official forms saying, like, nothing ever happened, which is why..."

Bob steps towards Will's bed, clarity written on his face.

"...Will got lost in the woods."

"Yeah."

Bob shakes his head, the wave of shock finally crashing over him in full.

"Man, I always thought stuff like this happened in movies and comic books. Certainly not in Hawkins," He returns to Joyce's side. "and certainly not to someone like you."

Joyce nudges Bob. "Or you."

"Yeah," he chuckles, quirking a brow. "Bob Newby, superhero."

The pair share a smile, but it does not last long before it fizzles out in the unresolved tension in the air. Joyce notes the shivers shaking Bob's body and throws him a concerned glance.

"You cold?"

"Just a little jitters, I guess." He says, drawing the blanket around his shoulders closer. "Hey, don't you start worrying about me. Okay? I'm fine. I'm fine."

Joyce nods in understanding, though she can't quite seem to shake the worry.

"It's not like you didn't warn me. 'This is not a normal family.' Isn't that what you said?"

The ends of her lips curl into a weak smile, a deflated chuckle escaping her. Bob soon joins in, gesturing to Will.

"You weren't kidding."

There's another thick pause, and Bob takes a silent breath before returning to a familiar subject.

"It kinda makes my idea of moving to Maine sound a little less crazy, right?"

"Oh, it... it's not crazy at all." She reassures.

A warm smile tugs at his lips and Joyce can feel the effects of his contagious charm, a smirk coming onto her face as well. But the moment quickly slips away at the sound of a familiar voice stirring from the bed.

"Mom?"

The couple is quick to join his side, and Bob enters the hall in a beat calling for the doctor. Joyce reaches him in no time, her palm reaching out for her son to stroke his cold cheek.

"Sweetie, how are you feeling? You okay?"

Bob steps back into the room, leaving the door ajar and Mike stirs awake at the small commotion.

"Okay, they're on their way," Bob says, joining Joyce's side, and gives Will a warm smile. "Hey."

Will frowns at his mother, gesturing to Bob.

"Who is that?"

Joyce chuckles nervously, and worry quickly settles into everyone's chest.

"What?" Joyce asks.

"It's me, big guy. It's Bob."

His palm extends to meet Will's, to give him a reassuring tap on the arm but Will pulls away reluctantly. There is suspicion and fear in his eyes as he inspects the man for what looks to be the first time.

"Are you a... doctor?"

The tension in the air rises, but Bob tries to push through it. Joyce and Mike only watch the exchange with great worry.

"No. No, it's just me. Just... just Bob."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Lucas coasts down Old Cherry Road, his heart rate climbing steadily. As he approaches, his ears perk up at the muffled rock music blasting from inside one of the many houses. He knows this is the one he has been looking for when he recognizes the car Max had climbed into many times. And more importantly, the one that nearly ran him and his friends over.

Inside, Billy hardly fights the anger rising in his chest at the doorbell that keeps ringing. He continues his set, his fuse shortening when it goes unanswered. With an angered grunt, he drops the bar and grabs his cigarette from his lips.

"Max, are you getting that or what?" He roars.

An impressive huff escaped her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head briefly in disdain.

"Okay!" She snaps, chucking her half-taped board on her mattress before standing.

The doorbell rings once more, and not a second later Billy continues to berate her.

"I swear to God, Max!"

She stomps down the hall in a fury, making an effort to glare menacingly at her stepbrother in a last act of defiance. She moves swiftly around his equipment, hair flying behind her as her speed increases with every frantic ring of the doorbell. She rips the door open, expecting to deal with another noise complaint from Billy's music that would somehow get her in trouble. To her surprise, it wasn't. The sight Max finds on her front porch is much worse.

To her horror, Lucas, flashing her a tiny, sheepish smile. And completely unsuspecting of her brother and his malicious, bigoted ways only a few feet away. It sinks Max's heart right into her stomach. She knows if he is caught here, there was no telling what Billy would do to him. Her head whips around to the living room, grateful Billy has his back turned. Quickly, she steps outside closing the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" She hisses.

Her voice is urgent and hushed, and oh how she hates that Billy holds this power over her. The power to make her feel unsafe in her own home, the power to make her fear for other people's safety no matter where she is.

"I have proof," Lucas says, not without a trace of excitement.

"What?"

"Proof that what I told you was real. But we have to hurry."

"What kind of proof? Y/n proof, or something-I'm-gonna-regret-seeing-later proof?"

Lucas winced.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

With a half-hearted grunt, Billy places the weights back on the rack and sits up. He takes one long drag of his cigarette before exhaling, his attention returning to the front door. He realizes he hasn't heard any conversation and when he sees he is alone-no sign of the nuisance he called a step-sister, and a closed front door-he knows Max is up to no good. In his eyes, she isn't. He rises from the bench and stalks forward towards the door, taking a swig from his beer can and placing it on the mantle just as the door swings open.

Max slips inside through the small gap she created in the doorway, quick to close the door the moment she was inside. As if on autopilot, she stomps through the living room-not very far-before she halts suddenly in her tracks. Billy is blocking off the entryway, his shoulders squared and a fixed glare on her-clearly unafraid of reminding her the many physical advantages he had over her. She jumps, not expecting his presence but she does well to hide it.

"Who the hell were you talking to?" He asks with venom.

Max collects herself, her eyes struggle not to dart around the room and he notes the uneasy twitch in her brow line.

"Mormons."

A sick smile tugs at his lips, a smirk made of a mix of disgust and triumph. He can almost laugh at her pathetic lie. Almost.

"Mormons?"

She nods, a rising sense of confidence in her tone that makes it harder for him to confront her.

"Talkative ones."

With that, she slips past him and makes a swift exit to her room. He stares after her, the gears turning in his head but he can't quite pin anything on her yet, much to his chagrin. He heads for the door, ripping it open as she did moments ago and steps onto the empty porch. His eyes scan the street but he sees no sign of anyone, just an empty lawn and others like them up and down the road. His jaw clenches, his anger flickering inside him more but he shoves it away for now, and heads back inside.

Meanwhile, Max reaches her room, closing her door behind her and making her way to her window. She's gets it open in record time-and perfect silence. Just as she had instructed, Lucas awaits outside her window, his movements urgent as he beckons her down.

"Come on, hop on!"

Max quickly climbs through the window, her feet planting on the small landing just below and jumps onto the grass. She quickly takes a seat behind Lucas, grabbing his shoulders she leans around him to speak.

"This better be good, stalker."

In a matter of moments, the pair is off. Silently, they slip around the back of the house and disappear down the road.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The yellow beam of light shifts from eye to eye and Will does his best to ignore the flash of negatives his brain sees. He is surrounded by somewhat familiar faces. He does not understand the fuss being made, his mother and friend he recognizes but now there was a strange man in scrubs that stayed behind. Bob. He wasn't sure why he was being treated like this.

"Do you know your name?" The doctor asks.

"Will."

"Your full name?" He asks, tucking the flashlight into his breast pocket.

"William Byers." He says simply.

"Do you know... Do you know who I am?"

Will thinks for a moment, the question obvious and unnecessary.

"A doctor."

Will tries to ignore the fact that he is surrounded by a medical team that watches him studiously. He does all he can to focus his attention on the doctor before him, and answer his questions but he can't help but start to doubt his own sanity. Or at least the sanity of everyone around him. Was he supposed to have known everyone circling him now?

"Have we met before?" The doctor asks.

Will's brow fell into a crease, he shakes his head simply.

"I don't remember."

"Hmm."

Elsewhere, a large team of staff assigned to the Byers case watches the feed with intrigue. The live footage from Byers' room is displayed on one of many monitors and they watch, paying close attention to the quizzical and unexpected turn the boy has taken.

"You don't remember me?" They hear Owens ask.

They see the boy shake his head, and Owens nods.

"Okay," he extends an arm and points in Mike's direction. "How about, uh... How about this guy here?"

Mike shifts uneasily, his heart pounding against his chest as his best friend slowly turns to look at him. Nervously, he retracts one hand from his pocket and waves weakly before returning to the comfort of the is pocket. He suddenly felt silly for it, but the fear quickly won out. His fingers fumble anxiously with the loose thread from the shoddy stitching as he waits for answer.

Will does not answer immediately, his eyes are darker and his gaze is distant and detached.

"That's okay, take your time," Owens assures.

The look in his eyes bothers Mike, and the longer Will neglects to speak the longer eternity seems to stretch on. Never, not even once has Mike seen this look on Will. He is not himself, and he fears the worst. The ghost of their conversation at the Byers house being shoved to the back of his mind as it creeps up. Not himself. He isn't frowning, like Will usually does when he is stumped. His brow isn't furrowed, and there is no sign that he is frustrated by his stump. He just... stares. All emotions devoid from his features and he is much too calm. Finally, he speaks.

"That's my friend." He says slowly. "Mike."

Mike doesn't fight the breath of relief, but he can't help but think that their troubles were far from over.

The next person to speak is the tallest man in the room, Will notes. He had joined them not long ago and had stuck by his mother's side. He smiles weakly, but he can tell that for the man, it is genuine.

"What about me, kid? You remember me?"

His attention slowly shifts to the tall man, and he searches his brain, what's left of the foggy memories that have only grown clouded and dark in the past few hours. But he sees nothing, nothing about this tall, bearded man and he shakes his head. He recognizes the look of disappointment and worry, but he quickly tries to bury it.

"They tell me you helped save me last night. You remember that?"

Will shakes his head once more. His attention is once again shifted to the doctor at his bedside.

"Do you remember anything about last night? About what happened?"

Will feels a twinge of anger, and the ghost of the pain from the previous night ignites his memory.

"I remember they hurt me."

《•••》

Will collapsed to the ground in agony. Mike dropped to the ground quickly after him, grasping his friend trying to get him to calm. But it was no use. Will was now lying on the grass, his entire body felt like it was on fire. His vision was as white as the white-hot searing pain running through his veins.

《•••》

Joyce winces at the memory, her stomach turning and her palm reaches to her face, her fingers massaging her temples. She feels Bob's hand reach her back and pat her soothingly in an attempt to calm her.

"You mean the doctors?" Owens asks.

His eyes still dark and blank-his composure flat and calculated-he shakes his head.

"No," he says, his tiny voice as dark as his eyes. No one had seen the boy so still. "The soldiers."

《•••》

The figure, who had been properly equipped, aimed his device and a violent spurt of fire erupted from the end. The vines writhed and shrieked violently as they shriveled up.

《•••》

"The soldiers hurt you?"

Will blinks slowly, the first he has in a while and his voice grows hoarse and angered. He is enraged-betrayed-the darkness clouding his usual hazel green eyes and now they seem almost black. His tone only sends spikes of fear into the hearts of those who are closest to Will. And it only reminds Mike of the previous day, when Will had forced Y/n away.

When Will spoke, Mike felt a familiar chill run down his spine. And only now does he recognize the tone in Will's voice. How it held no emotion and he seemed so distant. And cold.

Not himself.

Mike felt as if he was reliving that moment over, but the only difference was the person who hurt him. Or something inside him.

"They shouldn't have done that." Says Will, darkly. His pale face slowly slips into a scowl, a threatening glance anyone would be unsettled by and his voice grew more venomous.

"It upset him."

The blood was pounding in Mike's ears by now, and on instinct he finds himself looking to Mrs. Byers. But all she can focus on is her son. Or rather, what looked like her son. What used to be. Mike had to shake the dark thoughts from his mind, but he couldn't help but blame himself. He had already slipped into this state before, why hadn't he done more? Talked to Mrs. Byers? Tell him how he changed so briefly but drastically right before his eyes? At least he managed to break free from it last time. But now... now things were different.

All he can manage to do for now is watch as Owens takes a photograph from a file folder that sits on the bed, he hands it to Will who takes it.

"You say, "Upset him." Is that him?"

Will's darkened eyes trail up from the picture and meet the man's eyes. He merely nods, and even though no words are spoken aloud, the room is hit with another dreadful chill. Owens takes the photograph back and sets it on the folder as he looks around the room.

"Okay, I want to try something." He instructs. "It's gonna seem a little odd at first, but I think it's really gonna help us understand what's going on."

He gently places a hand on Will's shoulder, sending a reassuring look to the boy as best as he could manage.

Will's eyes flicker to the hand on his shoulder. He tries to ignore the small but uncomfortable body heat from his palm, and he tries even harder to stifle the anger. It reminds him of the boy-the threat-and what he did, how he hurt Will. He pushes the memory aside and looks to the man, nodding.

"Okay."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The steel cart jostles as it crosses the bumpy threshold of the room, a glass case with no lid sits on top. Inside, a loose tentacle collected from the tunnels. Hopper quickly recognized the thing, and he felt his insides twist in knots, alarms going off in his head. He had only just been shown the lab's secret, he couldn't say he was surprised but Owens and his team had just taken them underground. Where they had their very own, private access to the tunnels he had previously been trapped in.

He had been assured they were monitoring it, but it all felt like a load of crap to him. He shifts on his feet as he watches it all unfold.

"Now, Will," Owens begins. "I want you to just let us know if you feel anything. Okay?"

He nods once more, and Owens gives the assistant the all-clear. The blowtorch in his hands flick on, a steady hiss emanates from the strong flame and the man slowly lowers it inside the case. Will stares wide-eyed as the blue flame is lowered, his breathing hitches and speeds up. Short and ragged, and his face has already begun to pale.

The creature begins to hiss. Its dark violet body begins to write against the steel, leaving behind strings of slime. It shrinks back, clearly in pain. The others watch, their attention breaking from Will to the heart monitor he is hooked up to. Beeping increases as his heartbeat picks up.

"Do you feel anything?"

Will's breath hitches, his face twitching in pain. He begins to stammer as he fidgets.

"Little sting."

"It stings. Where?"

The flame lowers further and Will shifts on the mattress, his left hand suddenly clutching his heart. His face contorts in pain, and his cold demeanor has begun to melt into pain.

"My chest." He whimpers.

"Okay, son." He mumbles, patting his arm but he makes no effort to stop.

Joyce reaches out and places a gentle hand on his leg from the end of the bed and begins to mumble encouraging thoughts and showing her concern and support. After a determined and swift nod from the man, the assistant nods and lowers the flame. Everything immediately intensifies, the heart monitor beeps faster, the creature squeals turn to shrieks and Will begins to writhe, clutching desperately at his chest.

"How about now?" He asks urgently.

Will begins to choke on air, he is desperately trying to speak through the pain but he can barely manage the words.

"It... It burns."

Dr. Owens only grows more intense, he leans forward in the slightest as his bushy brows furrow. The flame lowers further and it nearly touches the creature. It cries in agony and so does Will.

"Ah! It burns!"

"Where?"

Another screech and Will gasps for breath, he chokes on his words but he manages a scream that tears through his scalding chest.

"Everywhere!"

The flames lick at its slimy, moist and sizzling skin and it ignites a deafening, agonizing scream from Will. Joyce's face hardens and she begins to shout.

"That's enough. That's enough!"

Will's cries climb higher and louder and within moments it's just as he was when they brought him in. The assistant does nothing and the flame continues to burn the flesh of the creature. Will shifts feverishly on the bed, his head rolling back as he shrieks at the sky. His agonizing cries pierce Joyce's ears and stab at her heart. She continues to try and stop their efforts but her voice is drowned out in Will's screams and even then they ignore her. Hopper jumps in, separating Will from Owens and throws his arms out and he roars at them viciously.

"Stop! You heard her! That's enough!"

The flame retracts and the man shrinks back as the creature does. Patches of its skin are burned away, showing pinkish and inflamed skin, and Will gasps for breath. Hopper stands over the boy protectively and himself as Joyce sends deadly stares to every staff member.

"That's it! We're done!" Hopper barks.

The rooms falls silent and every staff member squirms uncomfortably. Joyce sets aside her fury and redirects her attention to her boy. Soothingly, she pats his leg-the only place she can reach from the end of the bed-and whispers encouraging words.

"Sweetie... Sweetie. It's okay."

Will visibly relaxes, his breathing is still harsh and spotty. He pants heavily, and the heart monitor gradually slows. The creature's wails die down to a ragged hiss and everyone looks around the room.

Owens ushers Joyce and Hopper outside to the hall where they now speak in hushed whispers.

"Our best guess right now is it's some kind of virus which is causing this neurological disorder." The man explains. "Now, when... when a typical virus attaches itself to the host..."

《•••》

── DEC. 1983 ──

Will grips the bathroom sink, his knuckles turning white as he feels a gag shake his body. He lurches forward over the sink as nausea coils tightly around his stomach. He can feel movement traveling up his throat, and something tells him it's not vomit. A disgusting salty taste travels across his tongue and he watches in horror and disgust as a thick slug-like creature hits the bottom of the sink with a shuddering 'plop'.

Will manages to keep his coughs stifled, hopefully his mother and brother do not hear him from the dining room table. His stomach plummets, not only in disgust that this thing was living inside him but also fear. It slithers towards the drain, leaving a trail of paled green slime in its tracks.

《•••》

"...it duplicates, right? It spreads, essentially hijacking the host."

Joyce winces at the man's words, and once more do her fingers reach her temples and rub fixed circles as he continues.

"A virus is alive. It has an intelligence."

《•••》

Will was panting heavily, but he slowly turned around coming face to face with the monster. It towered over the school, looking directly at Will.

《•••》

"That's not... That's not unusual." Owens pauses with a frown, gesturing down the hall. "What is so unusual here, this virus... the infected hosts seem to be communicating."

《•••》

The figure, who had been properly equipped, aimed his device and a violent spurt of fire erupted from the end. The vines writhed and shrieked violently as they shriveled up.

At that exact moment, Will-who had been waiting worriedly outside as the army of men surrounded and descended after his mother and Bob-collapsed to the ground.

•••

Will convulsed uncontrollably, his limbs on fire, spreading as rapidly as the flames in the hub below. As the vines screamed in agony, Will screamed too. He was now on his back, screaming violently into the night. Mike jumped back startled, watching helplessly in horror as his best friend writhed in the grass, his mouth wide open and his eyes rolled back into his head as he shrieked in agony.

《•••》

"It has some sort of hive intelligence, and it's connecting all the hosts."

《•••》

The monster bellowed, and one large tentacle began twirling down onto the ground, the size of a small tornado. The swirling gust of black fog engulfed Will.

•••

Dart looked up from his meal and faced a horrified Dustin, his long slimy tail flicking back and forth. He roared, causing his head to open up, hundreds of bloodied teeth showing as any other Demogorgon would.

•••

The flame lowers further and it nearly touches the creature, it cries in agony and so does Will.

《•••》

"The good news is a virus can be cured. We... We're gonna continue to run tests. We're gonna see what we find."

Joyce shakes her head in disbelief and fights back her tears as she speaks.

"What happens when he can't remember anything? W-When there's nothing else there?" She steps forward towards the man, who once again grows uneasy. "What happens when my boy is gone?"

The man stands dumbfounded and without an answer. Joyce brings a trembling hand to her quivering lip, choking back sobs at the horrendous thought. She feels helpless like there's nothing she can do. And she loathes it.

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Hopper Fic on Ao3

hey guys!!

so, for over a year and a half now, i've been hellbent on writing a retelling of Stranger Things but with a reader-insert character who ultimately falls in love with Hopper over the course of the show. i've been working very hard on trying to actually write this, at least get the first chapter out.

i've posted it on ao3 but didn't think to post it here? just because these chapters are LONG as hell and ... well, i'm happy to post it on tumblr too! but, didn't know if that was the move or not when the first chapter is like 21k dies

wELL- regardless, here's a link to the fic on ao3:

it's not great and will be edited over time (it has also been sitting in my drafts since, like, June) bUT i'm determined to fix all the grammar mistakes and what not in due time :)

please check it out if you can, but if reading on tumblr is at all any easier, lmk!! it would mean a lot!

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Chapter 3: We Gotta Get The Gang Back Together

Summary: Reconnecting with family, shared memories, and secrets that cannot be revealed quite yet.

Warnings: shitty military knowledge, Dustin reliving his trauma, language

Eowyn was up at 0400 to go for a run. When something is a part of your daily life for so long, you tend to have to do it every day in order to function. She runs 3 miles and heads back to the cabin and into the old woodshed looking for the familiar punching bag. She checks her watch for time since they're set to leave soon before she begins the familiar sets. An hour later, panting and out of breath she hears the door open and despite knowing it's someone familiar takes a fighting stance. "Nice form kid." her uncle states. "Thanks Unc. Gotta keep training even when I'm not at Delta base." she responds. Jim sees the familiar look in her eyes and begins to grow worried that his niece has seen things far beyond what her age can comprehend. "If you ever need to talk you know you can come to me" he tells her. "I know. This is my first big mission. Most of my orders have been small things like recon and surveillance, but given how close I am to the situation and how close you all are, Dad wants me to take a leadership role." she says. Jim understands, knowing his brother wouldn't dare risk his daughters life for something trivial, remembering the day she was born. Jim remembers the promise Eli made to Eowyn as he held her in the hospital room, not knowing he was there, "Even if you grow to be a badass, you won't have to go through hell without me." "Well kiddo we're loading things up to head out just give me the coordinates and we can swap who drives lead." Jim says. "Thanks. But first I gotta shower. I feel like a swamp demon" she declares.

After a much-needed shower, Eowyn throws her go bag in the back of her jeep. Her uncle has loaded up his bronco with his, El, and the Byer's equipment. Argyle has loaded up his weird hippie van with everyone else’s. "Alright guys… It's roughly a 8-10 hour drive depending on traffic and other things so be prepared. We radio if we must stop for bathrooms, fuel, or snackage. Channel 13." She gives everyone the necessary information when a familiar truck pulls into the driveway. "I hope I’m not late?" comes the voice of Wayne Munson. "You're right on time Corporal. We're just syncing up the radios and heading out." Eowyn answers. "Mr. Munson? You're coming with us?" Dustin Henderson asks. "Well kid, I felt like lacing up the boots one last time…to honor Eddie." he responds, looking at Eowyn with a knowing glance. "Henderson, do you want to ride with me for the first leg of the trip?" Eowyn asks. "Sure…. the last time I saw you I was like 8 so it'll be good to catch up." he responds. The group collectively loads into their vehicles and begin the long trek to the base.

The group is now 6 hours into their journey and Eowyn glances over to Dustin, "hey kid…..tell me about Eddie. I know you're wanting to talk about him." "Eddie was the guy I never really knew I needed. I had Steve, and my other friends but Eddie was just….Eddie. He wasn't afraid to be himself. He always took in those of us who looked lost to make sure we had a friend. He called us his little sheepies. When he…..when he died he told me that it was my responsibility now. To take care of the sheepies. But I don't know if I can live up to Eddie. I never even saw him get mad. Even when the worst was happening." Dustin looks sad as he tells Eowyn the story she already knows the other side of. "Dustin….you are a leader in your own right. You helped rally the troops when everything seemed to go to shit, from what I've heard. You've got plans, ideas, and the confidence needed to get those plans off the ground. Eddie would be so proud of you." she responds. "You have grown up so much since I last saw you. You're not the little 8 year old kid who wanted to watch cartoons and snuggle on the couch anymore. You're no longer my squishy." "Squishy?" Dustin looks at her remembering the nickname but just now realizing where it came from. "When you were little I called you squishy because you didn't have collarbones. When you were born, you were extra squishy because of your cheeks and that's what I called you."

“Echo this is Bravo..requesting a stop for relief. Over.” Eowyn and Dustin hear over the radio. “Bravo this is Echo. Stop granted. Rest area approximately 2 miles ahead. Over.” She responds. The team pulls off the highway into a secluded rest stop, and while everyone conducts their business, Eowyn shifts the radio in her jeep to channel 6. “Delta this is Echo. We are approximately 3 hours out from base. Over.” She says. She waits patiently for a response. “Echo this is the Puppet Master at Delta Base, is the adventuring party in tow?” a familiar voice responds. “Puppet Master, the adventuring party has no idea of your status so continue to lay low or you can sleep on level 3 without me, but yes…they are with me.” She snips back. “Not level 3 alone! See you in 3 hours, Echo. Delta Base, out” he replies dramatically. Eowyn switches the radio back to channel 13 before anyone else returns. Upon everyone’s return, Steve asks if he can ride with Eowyn so they can talk. Dustin migrates to Steve's car with Nancy at the wheel and hops into Eowyn's jeep.

"Why?" comes a voice just a few miles down the highway. "Why'd you leave?" Eowyn contemplates her answer for a minute before she sighs. "Apparently Dad's been part of this organization since 'Nam. Uncle Jim didn't know about it but Dad was recruited for his leadership skills and tactical expertise. You know I grew up doing martial arts and shit? Well turns out dad took notice and wanted me to help train recruits when I got old enough. We left so I could go to military school." Steve nodded slowly. "This isn't a I was born to fight in a war situation Steve. This is a I'm a very skilled individual and the government would rather have me as an asset than an enemy. That's what the coalition is." she finishes. "So you sort of didn't have a choice in the matter?" he asks. "I mean it was more of a which military school do you want to go to because we're leaving Indiana either way thing." Steve just nods. "Well for the record I missed my friend slash annoying sister I never asked for." Eowyn just chuckles. "Oh before I forget, I did stock up on some necessities before we left the Hoosier state." Eowyn holds up a can of Ski and offers it to Steve. "I haven't had this since we were kids." he says. "Me either. So of course I got like 12 cases" They both laugh as the trip continues on. Crossing state line after state line until they finally cross over into rural Virginia. Just beyond the horizon sits the compound that the entire group will soon know as their home.

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Chapter 3: The Honest Truth

SUMMARY: You, your father Allen, and Eddie are still in his office waiting for the impending call that will decide your fate. Your brother comes in and a slight argument ensues between him and Allen about you. Afterwards Jules calls you thinking you still don't know anything about her, and you have a flashback to when you first met Jules.

PAIRINGS: Biker!Eddie Munson x Teacher!Fem!Reader

PART 3 IN THE DARK PARADISE SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: MFW (but can still be read at work, a little angsty towards the end), Biker!Eddie Munson, Teacher!Reader, no use of y/n (though Bug, and princess are used), a modern take, implied pet names, she/her pronouns are used, Reader is 24 (turning 25 soon), Eddie is 26, post-upside down, vecna is defeated (will be mentioned in later parts), language, mentions of drugs, mentions of murder, rival biker gang, mentions of depression, mentions of anxiety.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is part 3. For the purpose of this story I've changed Eddie's background slightly. I actually hope you are ready for the later chapters, because I feel as though its gonna get more intense. I also think as we progress through the series it will get dark so please make sure to read the warnings before reading. I hope you all enjoyed this part and if you want to be added to the tags just leave a comment below and I'll add you to it. Also I'm working on another Eddie Munson Series (Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Pop Singer!Reader), so if you'd like to be tagged in the first part let me know.

WORD COUNT: 4.0K Words

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You, Eddie and Allen still stood in his work office, waiting for the impending phone call that would decide your fate. You didn't want to be the damsel in distress. But you would if your hand was being forced too. A knock came from the other side of the door, your eyes landed on it waiting to see if whomever was on the other side would say who it was.

"You guys gonna let me in or what?" Sam questioned on the other end of the door. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing it was your brother and not anyone else. Allen gave a nod to Eddie and walked over to the door and unlocked it letting Sam into the room. Once he was in the door was shut and locked again. "Someone wanna tell me what's going on?" Sam proceeded to ask.

"Munson here is going to be staying with Bug until we get the Hartley situation taken care of." Allen answered, eyes on his oldest child.

"I guess that means she's coming here?"

"Haven't gotten the call yet." You mumbled holding your head in your hands. A thought popped into your head, it was more of a question and one that you weren't sure you wanted to answer. "How long have the Stingers had this hit on me?" The question left your mouth and you instantly regretted asking it, but you had to know.

If you were going to join your father and brother, you had to know. All three men in the room looked at each other almost instantly after the question was out in the air. You looked up from the ground, your eyes fell onto Eddie first. His hands were resting on his hips with his biker jacket pushed behind his hands. It was an oddly hot pose, but it wasn't the time for those kinds of thoughts. Then your eyes pulled away from Eddie and fell onto your brother.

He had his arms crossed over his chest and was looking down at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with you. Finally your eyes landed on your father, he had his eyes on you. It was clear that he was trying to process the question that had been asked, but he also seemed to be ranking his brain over how to answer the question. The deafening silence met that it had been a lot longer than the 3 years you and Jules had been together.

Allen sucked in a breath of air through his mouth, and finally spoke. "Since you started dating Mikey."

You were right you didn't want to know the answer, you knew you were probably better off not knowing the answer. Eddie placed his brown eyes on you, meanwhile you could feel the panic rising through your chest.

"Was he sent to kill me?"

"No, they hired someone who didn't know what they were doing. But Mikey found out, and-"

"Left for Cali a few days later. Only after he had said he wanted a life with me."

You stood up from the chair you were sitting in and walked over to the door unlocking it. Once the door was open you walked out leaving the three behind and exiting out of the house. When you arrived at the front of the house, you collapsed to the ground and looked up at the sky. The sun had started to set in the distance so it wasn't bothering your eyes.

Eddie removed his hands from his hips as Allen looked at him. "Ed, I need you to stay with her if she's going outside. Until we get this call she leaves no one's sight." Allen ordered, using his nickname.

"You got it, boss."

Eddie walked past Sam, heading in the direction you had gone. Sam turned towards his dad, a serious look on his face. Allen turned towards his son as he shut the door again.

"You know Bug is gonna be so pissed when she finds out that's not the truth." Sam said, still staring at his father.

"I couldn't tell her. It was gonna break her heart. I remember how she would call you and tell you how much she loved Mikey and how she was so excited to have a life with him. She was happy with Mikey."

"Yeah, Bug was so happy and in love with Mikey. But he was only bullshitting all that love crap to her to play his part. He failed to kill her so they sent in his sister to finish the deed."

"Look, this stays between us. You don't tell Eddie because if he knows and it slips then Bug won't trust us and we won't be able to protect her. I need Bug here so I can do my job."

"Dad, I mean this in the nicest way possible but keeping this from Bug it's gonna affect her more than you know."

"I will deal with the aftermath when it gets to that point."

"You might not be able to. If something happens, I don't think we'll be able to pull Bug back."

"Like I said, Sam, I'll deal with the aftermath when it gets to that point."

Eddie opened the front door and walked towards the lawn. He saw you lying there with your eyes closed and your arm resting behind your head. He walked closer to you and lied down next to you on the grass. His hair fell off his shoulders, landing on the grass. You huffed a sigh and turned on your side removing your arm so your hand was resting underneath your head.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked, a soft serious look plastered to your face.

Eddie smirked at you, "you can ask me anything, sweetheart."

You ignored the way his words made you feel. "Why did you decide to join my dad's crew?"

"You want the honest truth?"

"I would hope that would come with the answer." You remarked, staring into his brown eyes.

"Well, my dad ran with them for a bit when I was younger, before I went to live with my Uncle he was arrested and the Wolves didn't want to help him, which I get. I wouldn't wanna help him out either. I learned about them when I was in high school, found them when I repeated my senior year for a third time and they helped me graduate. I had become friends with Harrington at that point so when I joined he did too."

"I'm sorry about your dad." Your voice was a whisper as the words traveled out of them.

"Don't be, he's just an asshole father who did a bad thing worse than what the Wolves stand for. I got a better family now, and my Uncle's a part of it."

Eddie turned to his side and copied your position, moving his hand underneath his cheek to hold his head up. You watched the way his brown curls moved as he adjusted himself. He wanted to get a better look at you, to take in all the features, the blemishes and even the small scars that rested on your skin.

"Still, he's your family whether you want him or not, so I'm sorry."

"Can I ask you something?" Eddie questioned, he wanted to know he just had too.

"I don't see why not. I feel like it's fair since I asked you a question."

"Okay." Eddie paused as he pieced together his question. He had it ready to go but he didn't want to make a mistake with how it had been asked. "Do you really want to be apart of this life? I mean you have a family for life with the Wolves but some of this stuff is dangerous, do you really want that?"

"You want the honest truth?" You asked, repeating Eddie's earlier question after your question had been asked. He smiled at you and gave a nod.

"I'm scared shitless, I really am. I still want to be a teacher because I love working with the kids. I love getting them ready for high school, I love teaching English." You paused, your hand grabbed some grass to fiddle with it so you could have something to help keep you focused. That was inevitable knowing where this conversation would lead to.

"I'm sensing a but." Eddie said, trying to keep the conversation going.

You gave a small chuckle, but it was enough to make Eddie's heart flutter at the sound. "But, I feel as though I should be a part of this, I mean it's in my blood. My mom was with the Wolves, she was a biker until she decided to leave it behind and take me with her. And I don't know what's gonna happen with Jules, but I do know one thing and if she can't have me she's going to find a way to take me down with her and I'm not talking metaphorically, I'm talking about how she'll take me with her to the grave."

"Let me guess she's one of those "if I can't have you no one can" types?"

You giggled again, throwing your head forward as you did. "Yeah, she is and I have to fear for that part of my life." You took a pause leaning your head down so you didn't have to make contact with Eddie. "I wish that had been the first red flag I had seen but I was too stupid to see it."

"Hey," Eddie called out with his free hand he reached forward, his fingers lifted your chin so he could get you to look at him. "Everyone makes mistakes, and it's okay. We're given these life experiences because without it doesn't make us a better person and it doesn't allow us to learn from the mistakes we made."

"Sounds like you've had plenty of life experiences like that."

"I have, and they've made me the person I am right now." You see the way Eddie holds a sour look for a few seconds before replacing it with an emotionless look. He just didn't want you to scan for the hurt that had passed through his eyes and face. That would be a story for another time.

"I'm sorry you have to babysit me."

Eddie shook his head, some of his brown locks moving with the movement of the shake. "Honestly, it's better than going out of state to protect ya. It's easier if you're here, and I wouldn't call it babysitting. I think we'll have some fun and if you let me, I can cook dinner for you." You could tell he was being a little suggestive with his wording.

"You don't have to do that, Eddie."

"Nonsense, sweetheart. You should still have a normal life even if there's a hit out for you. I would hate for you to not enjoy your life because of it."

You sighed, laying back down on the grass and looking up to the sky, the stars were starting to come out. "I haven't really enjoyed my life since my mom dragged me away from my brother and father, from my home. And don't get me wrong I love teaching the kids and getting them ready for high school, but, it weighs down on me a lot. Sometimes it's too much that I get stuck and I can't break out. And it really doesn't help that my last few partners did not help me when I got stuck in here." You tapped on your head, indicating that you had been talking about your mental health struggles.

Prior to graduating college you had been diagnosed with depression on top of the anxiety you had been diagnosed with in your junior year of high school. It was a struggle to come to terms with it at first, but eventually you had gotten to a good point. When Mikey walked into your life you thought that he would be there for you at your lowest, and he was but you often thought that being at your lowest had been the reason for him running off.

But it was different with Jules, she tried to help you. But she ended up gaslighting you most of the time, another red flag you had seen too late. You had only ever wanted someone who would look out for you when you hit rock bottom, the way you would if they had hit rock bottom. Luck hadn't really been on your side, well, until Eddie of course. The biker scooted across the grass moving his body closer to yours, to a point where you were almost touching each other.

He blocked your view of the sky, his brown eyes staring straight into your soft eyes. You adjusted your head slightly craning it upwards so you could get a better look at the soft features that rested on Eddie's face. There was a small stubble that outlined his jaw, it made Eddie look really handsome especially with the moon starting to rise up behind him.

Eddie moved his large hand towards your face, his thumb found its way to your lips and gently rubbed the bottom lip. His action caused you to open your mouth slightly. All while a jolt of electricity ran through your body from just his touch.

"We've only known each other for a few days. But I feel like I've known you all my life, so I need you to understand this when I say it. I'm going to protect you, cook for you, take care of you, whatever you need or want me to do. I'm going to be here for you, until you tell me to leave. If you don't want me living with you, tell me now. Because the second I step foot in that apartment, I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back." Eddie's voice was stern as he talked to you.

You were ready to give him an answer, because your thoughts were running wild at this confession. You didn't realize how close Eddie had been until he moved away from you. The door had opened, the two of you turned your heads to see your dad, your brother, Steve, and Hopper walking towards the two of you. Eddie was the first to stand up while you lifted up slightly and wrapped your arms around your knees.

Allen came up to you and kneeled down pulling you towards him. "She's not in New York." Allen's voice shaky as the words leave his mouth. The pure fear that falls to your face is seen by everyone including Allen.

You blinked your eyes trying to hold back the noise that wanted to break free from your throat. "H-How long do we have?" You asked, your voice breaking slightly.

"It looks like she is most likely going to head back home first. I say a month at most." Allen answered.

"Then it looks like I have a month to prepare myself to be a damsel in distress." You mumbled. Guess I won't be teaching much this year, maybe it's better that way. Suddenly your phone buzzed in your pocket causing you to jump in your father's grasp. Pulling the phone out you looked to see a picture of you and Jules. Your father caught a glimpse of the picture.

You could see the pleading look in his face, he was telling you not to answer it but your mind and gut was telling you otherwise. You stood from the grass and answered the phone putting Jules on speaker so the others could hear her.

"What do you want?" You questioned before Jules even had a chance to talk to you first.

"I'm making a side trip back home to see some family, and then I'm coming for you. My dad wants to meet you." Jules spoke, you sighed heavily. This was going to be a long few months.

"I'm not meeting anyone, Jules." You were careful making sure to still use the name she had given you rather than her actual name. Allen stepped up to you and tapped your shoulder. You turned around as Jules started speaking again, so you put her on mute so she couldn't hear the hushed whispers. "What?"

"Maybe that's a good thing." Allen told you.

"No, I'm not fucking going to California to fight on their turf. If they want a fucking war fine they'll get one. But they're coming here." Before anyone could say anything to you, you took Jules off mute. Eddie has a smirk resting on his pink lips as he eyed you. "Hey, Jules, I have a better idea."

There was silence on her end, it seemed like she was thinking of what to say next. "What is it, my love?" You internally cringed at the usage of the word. You looked over at Eddie who had seemed to drop his smirk when he heard those words come from her mouth. Was it jealousy you were sensing, surely it couldn't be.

"How about you let me get settled into my new job and then your family comes down to meet mine and we have a little barbecue, you know like we used to do with my mom and step-father in New York."

If you were going to be the damsel in distress you were going to do it on your own terms and this was that. This war between the Wolves and the Stingers was going to come to an end one way or another and with the honest truth you knew it was going to be used who might just be able to end the war between these bikers. You could hear Jules talking to someone on her end.

"Okay, send me a time and location and we'll be there." Before you could get the final word in the line went dead. You released a breath that you didn't know you had been holding onto. Locking your phone, you felt your knees buckle underneath you. Sam was quick to catch you before you could hit the ground. When you looked around at your surrounding things were different, you weren't in Hawkins anymore.

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It had been a week since you and Mikey had broken up and gone separate ways, last you had heard he was in California getting high and fucking whoever he could. You were sitting at a bar in New York, you had gone there after the argument that had happened between you, your mother, and your step-father. You were so happy that it was a Saturday and not a school night because if it had been you'd be calling in sick.

You were still nursing the red wine that you had asked for, though you weren't sure why you had asked for it given you didn't like how bitter it tasted. But despite the bitter taste you were determined to finish the drink before heading home.

"Can I get you a better drink?" The voice of a woman asked from the right side of you. You slanted your slightly, looking at her with side eyes. You didn't really have the energy and means to move your seat so you could get a better look. Though what you could see you could tell she was pretty.

"It depends, what are you drinking?" You asked, finally turning to get a better look at her. She had brown hair, it had been curled. She was sporting a tight, black spaghetti strap dress, and wearing black heels to match along with it.

"Vodka." She whispered. You looked to her brown eyes and saw no lies in them. You had noticed that if someone lied their eyes would change slightly.

"No, I'm fine, thank you. Not much of a drinker." While that was the truth you didn't want her to leave.

"Mind if I join you then?"

"Please, help yourself, I don't mind the company."

She smiled at you and pulled the chair closer to yours before climbing into it. "Jules Hartley." She said introducing herself. You took her hand and shook it while telling her name.

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You blinked back to reality, you were no longer outside but inside. You were in your old room lying on your bed. You lifted yourself up slightly and looked around the room. No one was in the room but you. Your mind started running wild, you were getting stuck in it and there was no one to help pull you back from all the thoughts.

What had happened to you after the phone call? You remembered falling, Sam catching you before your knees hit the ground, but you don't remember what had happened after that. Everything went back. You pushed yourself over the edge of the bed, your feet hitting the carpet on the floor. Your hands found the edge of your bed and you gripped the blanket.

The door opened and in walked Eddie, he stopped in his tracks looking at you. In that moment you didn't notice you had a few tears falling down, you hadn't even registered that Eddie had walked into the room. He could see it though, he could see what you had been talking about a little bit ago. About how you get stuck and can't pull yourself out.

Closing the door, Eddie moved over to the bed and kneeled down in front of you placing one hand on your knee. His other hand lifted to your face and wiped away the tears that were falling down your cheek.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay. You're safe." Eddie cooed, while he rubbed circles on your knee. That action was helping you calm down. His words had allowed you to break out of the thoughts running around in your mind. "What's going on in that head of yours?" Eddie asked softly.

"Just thinking about how anything could go wrong when Jules gets here. I really meant it when I said I was scared shitless and I'll never admit that to my dad or brother. But, you know, this is going to be my new reality. Plus I don't think I want to do life by myself anymore. Sure I had Mikey, and then Jules, well before all this but I've been by myself since my mother took me away from the only family I really loved. I just can't be alone anymore."

For the first time in a long time you had finally felt what it was like to have someone pull you back from the darkness of your thoughts. You felt a huge relief being able to talk about what you were feeling given that you had never truly done that with anyone including your father and brother. Right now you were so thankful it had been him, that Eddie Munson had been the one to tug you back.

"You are not alone anymore."

You gave a smile to Eddie. "I'm sorry about all this. This really isn't how I expected things to turn out when I returned back to Hawkins."

"Don't apologize, you had no idea about the hit on you or about Jules. Therefore none of this is your fault, princess." Eddie paused for a moment, grabbing a hold of your hands and helping you from the bed. "I should get you back to your apartment so you can get some sleep."

You lifted your gaze staring at Eddie's brown eyes as he stared back at you with a soft gaze. You were processing the words that were ready to pop out of your mouth because you knew what you wanted.

"About what you said earlier, I'd like it very much if you stayed at my apartment. But," you sucked your lip under your teeth, "only if you want to though."

Eddie couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips as he stared down at you. "Of course I want to. Now let's go get you home." With a nod you followed Eddie out of the room saying goodbye to everyone who was still in the house. Once you and Eddie made it outside the two of you climbed on his bike and headed for your apartment.

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Cosmic - A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter One

Author's Note: A long one, don't expect more than a single chapter every three or four days. No pairings until I watch season four.

Headcanons for Marianna: HERE

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1979

Her parents died shortly after midnight on Thursday. When they got home from their "date night," Marianna, the child of the deceased parents, was intact, in her chair, and the reporters proclaimed that it was a miracle that she survived without being injured. I am sure that if her parents had been that fortunate, she would not have ended up in an orphanage. Depending on the circumstances, it might have been a drunk driver or it might not have been. The details of her case have been a topic of speculation for years among the people around her. As a twelve-year-old girl, she was mourning the loss of her parents on the day of their funeral, when they died.

It took them a year after her adoption for them to be able to see her for the first time. A lot of reasons could be cited as to why it would be better if they did not adopt her and then kill her afterwards. The fact that she did not adapt well to large crowds was one of the reasons that she avoided them whenever possible. The first kickboxing class she attended after school was when she met Galina. After a fight, they became fast friends.

Marianna and Galina were both bullied during this time. While she doesn't mind them talking behind her back. It bothers Galina, as she doesn't like anyone talking about her behind her back. She doesn't allow it and she often says "If you think that about her and you're telling me that you think that way, the most effective way for you to solve that is to just tell her."

But they'd never really listened to her, never really paid any attention to the things she said. This was because they were too intimidated by her to actually sit down and try talking to her. The only thing they ever saw was a strong and brave 12-year-old girl who moved from Russia to America. Which became the main thing they targeted her for. Her Russian heritage and her Russian accent. People looked at her as if she were some tiny Russian spy. No matter how many times she said she wasn't one, they never believed her.

"I suppose this is how things are now." Marianna said to Galina with a sigh.

"No, it's not always going to be this awful. I know that for a fact that it'll never be this way again." Galina promised.

"If you say so, I'm not holding my breath and I certainly hope you start making sense sooner or later. Otherwise someone could kick it at you. More powerful than any punch I've thrown at you." 

"It might also be a smart idea to lighten up a bit as well, you know. Nothing is all doom and gloom like Russia."

"I'll have to hold you to that Galina. Otherwise we're going to have to stop hanging out so much."

1983

Marianna pulled up in her black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Just another day in Hawkins, the same people ogling her precious yet extremely expensive car. Normally she would have chosen another car, but it used to belong to her father. She didn't have the willpower to get rid of it. Most of the students attending the school didn't concern her; she didn't even care to know most of them. Galina did most of the talking between the two of them. She knew what to say anyway so why bother putting more effort into speaking to them? 

Initially, it was the effort put into finding Will Byers that caught her eye, and she volunteered to help find him despite the protests of her friends. Elliot, one of the sons of her parents, and his boyfriend helped her by keeping her company in the woods until it was late. She didn't care if she got hurt, she cared about the fact that some poor child is lost, alone and afraid somewhere.

"Can we get you home in one piece please?" Duncan yelled out.

"Maybe, just maybe", Elliot responded.

"Get back to the car, my dudes, I'll be right there in five or ten minutes," Marianna yelled out to them before hearing a growl a few meters away from her. Then she said, "you know what, nevermind let's just leave now." She sprinted to her car, feeling as if she slowed down something would have eaten her alive.

"I'm dropping you off at home, then I might go back, I might, but if I am, you're returning home first. I'm not getting grounded because you decided to get eaten." She stated getting into her car.

"You should have thought of that before,"

"Well I wasn't thinking before, but I certainly am now," she pointed out starting the car.

"Like the time you jumped and got yourself impaled on the fence?" Elliot pointed out remembering each time she bad a bad decision. Which in turn got herself hurt in one way or another.

"I trusted that my friend would have told me about the ginat spikes. Unfortunately no, she didn't tell me and there, I got impaled by a piece of metal."

"And the time you fell out of a tree?"

"Again not my fault,"

"What about the fact that a door slammed meters away and you still got scared?"

"Fear is a natural human emotion."

"When it's rational,"

"Listen, doors shouldn't open and close by themselves. It's a natural response to have to that kind of thing,"

"You have seen so many horror movies. How are you still scared at this point?"

"Watching scary movies and enjoying them is one thing. Being there when something spooky happens in real life is something else entirely." She explained to them.

"Let's stop arguing about this, this is getting to a place that's really uncomfortable for me. Really fast." Duncan states stopping the argument there.

"Go, shoo," She responded waving her arm at the front door of Duncan's place, "You two kids stay there,"

Marianna went back to her house to get her katana from her wall in the living room and headed back to the forest. She didn't want to be defenseless if something were to attack her.

She saw not one, not two but three young boys looking for their friends. Squinting through the glare of the flashlight.

"Why aren't they home? Their parents wouldn't want them out here," she thought to herself as she approached them. She turned off her flashlight in case she heard that creature again. She got closer just to get a clear look at three small monsters that are children, before asking, "what on earth are you doing out this late?"

"What are you doing out this late?" Mike snapped at her.

"Looking for the-"

"What's that?" Dustin asked pointing towards the katana in her hand.

"It's a Japanese sword. It's also something to keep me safe. You three on the other hand should have known better. What if one of you lil dudes disappears?"

"I am not your little dude, stop calling me that."

"As a figure of speech, you are like a duckling. You're most likely to get yourself hurt. Trust me, I know for a fact you will." A long awkward silence washed over for what felt like an hour. "Well, looks like we're stuck with each other. Besides, I heard some weird shit earlier. Let's not dawdle."