#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

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 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.

[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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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."

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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."

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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."

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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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Me when I am SHORT for my age 😭 in my family you're either short asf or tall ASF I got short

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: includes Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, and Hopper. (Also I just realised that another account posted something similar and I am in no way copying them! If there are any similarities - we just see the characters the same way <3) 

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

jim hopper x reader smut | enemies to lovers

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Hopper is your boss, and a real piece of shit as well. He always finds something to tease you about, as if trying to exert his authority over you in the cruelest way.

The verbal sparring between you has become an almost daily occurrence, and you’re getting tired of Hopper’s juvenile behavior.

The sexual attraction between you is obvious to everyone else at the station, but it’s something you’re far too proud to admit.

One evening, Hopper has had more than a few too many drinks on the job. The liquor has loosened his already unprofessional tongue, and he’s being even more of a douchebag than usual.

He makes a loud comment about how your ass ‘looks like a ripe, juicy little peach,’ in the skirt you’re wearing, humiliating you in front of your co-workers. Furious, you storm out of the station, headed for your vehicle.

Hopper follows you out to the parking lot, staggering a little in his drunkenness, slurring a string of provocative insults at you. At this moment, standing in between the cars in the station’s parking lot, watching Hopper lumber toward you with a frustratingly handsome grin on his stupid face, you realize that you absolutely CANNOT take any of his shit a minute longer…

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“Shut up, Hopper!”

The words came out before you could stop them. Hopper had pushed you too far this time.

He seemed a bit taken back, but fixed his expression quickly, replacing his surprise with arrogance. “You want me to shut up so bad-,” Hopper smirked. “-then why don’t you try ‘n make me?”

You stared at him blankly. Was he joking? First of all, you weren’t in the mood to play games; and secondly, if Hopper was seriously challenging you to some kind of ‘play fight,’ then he must be insane. What kind of grown ass man would try to win an argument in such a childish, immature way? And of course he would win, anyway, as if there were any doubt as to who would come out standing in a physical altercation between the two of you…

The whole thing was so stupid, whether Hopper was joking or not, that you rolled your eyes at him and turned to leave. “Dick,” you muttered, and Hopper grabbed your arm, turning you around to face him.

“That what you want?” he asked, a lecherous grin on his face. At this close proximity, you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“You’re drunk,” you glared up at him. Hopper’s smile faded, his free hand shoving between your thighs. You gasped, your eyes wide in alarm; but Hopper’s intensity remained. “And you’re wet,” he growled, cupping your pussy in his palm.

Heat rose to your cheeks, a blush warming your face crimson. “Fuck you,” was the best response you could muster, and Hopper’s wicked smirk returned. “Yeah you will,” he murmured. Hopper tugged you closer, using the grip he had between your thighs. Another gasp left your lips, which Hopper silenced with his mouth over yours. His tongue tasted like bourbon and tobacco, a combination that made Hopper’s kiss feel as familiar as it did new.

He broke the seal of his lips on yours, watching between your bodies where his hand massaged you. “You always get this wet when you act like a bitch?” he asked. Hopper squeezed your pussy, your juices spreading between his fingers with a loud squelch. You moaned softly as he rubbed the heel of his palm against your clit, his fingertips teasing the crotch of your panties aside.

A sharp hiss escaped you as Hopper touched your bare, cum-slicked lips. “Shh, it’s okay sweetheart,” he purred down at you, with that goddamn smirk still on his face. “You don’t have t’pretend to be tough anymore…” Hopper stroked your labia between his fingertips, gently spreading them. “…Always knew the tiger you pretend to be was nothin’ but a little kitty all along...” Hopper shallowly penetrated you with his index finger, relishing the way you squeezed him. “…And now-,” Hopper murmured, inserting his middle finger inside you as well. “-I’m wearin’ this little kitty like a glove…”

You instinctively ground your hips downward, sinking deeper over Hopper’s fingers. With his free hand, he palmed his erection, grunting at the pressure of his hand through the denim. The sound Hopper made was so vulnerable, so unlike the cocky bastard he usually was, it made your heart stand still. You wanted more of this Hopper, to know his weaknesses, to hear the other sounds he made when he touched his cock…

Hopper walked you backwards till you were leaning against the side of your car. You arched your back against the cold aluminum, as Hopper’s hand continued to fuck you. His lips moved to your neck, sucking bruises into your skin, his teeth grazing the soft flesh at your shoulder. Hopper hoisted one of your legs to the level of his hip, three of his fingers now pumping in and out of your cunt, his thumb pressed calloused and rough against your clit.

You wrapped your elevated leg around Hopper’s waist, panting into his chest as he leaned forward and unbuckled his belt. Holding his cock by the base, Hopper rubbed his tip up and down your pussy, slathering your slick in between your folds. With his eyes trained on your puffy lips, Hopper watched his cock sink inside you, his nostrils flaring with a deep exhale, his jawline tensed. You whimpered Hopper’s name- “Jim…oh my god, Jim…” -as he gradually filled you, your walls fluttering around Hopper’s cock as he split you apart.

You allowed your head to fall backward, glossy eyes opening onto the night sky. Dark clouds rolled high above you, while Hopper’s cock took you to places even higher. Cool drops of rain landed on your forehead, beading in your lashes, slipping between your lips as they parted in a gaping, wanton moan. Hopper slammed his hips into yours, pinning you flatter to your vehicle with every thrust. With a final, hungry growl of dominance, Hopper shoved you off of him just in time, gripping his cock in his fist as thick streams of semen painted your thighs warm and white. He breathlessly reached for you, taking you by the back of your hair, crushing your lips to his.

It was a kiss that felt like so much more than a kiss. Every heartache Hopper had caused you, every cruel word spoken between you both was being made right. Silent words of apology and gratitude were wrapped together, shared between your mouth and his, no words necessary to convey the message that after tonight, things would never be the same, again…

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@mrshopper84

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Good Morning Hawkins, I Am Tormented™️ By Eddie Munson x Hopper’s Kid!Reader

A/N: This is gonna be a little headcanon list that will probably evolve into more, not sure. Let’s see how it goes? I really loved the idea of Eddie and Hopper's eldest falling for one another. Especially considering the fact that we can have some genuinely funny and contradictory character attributes for the kid of an authority figure.

I’m also going to try something new with my banners. I want to make more inclusive banners for folks because I’ve had the conversation many times that a lot of aesthetic banners for inserts often don’t account for the fact that not all readers are cisgender white women.

So, I want to include more variations of women to represent reader in my banners. There will be quite a lot of different ones as well. I also had to include some for myself because I’m in that weird category where depending on the city I’m in I often am considered white passing, but I don’t relate to a blonde coded reader.

Also, we’re going full Rogers and Hammerstein Cinderella rules at all times in these inserts just so you know. If Whoopi Goldberg and Victor Garber can have Paolo Montalban as their biological child and no one ever questioned it, then Jim and Diane Hopper can have a child with some melanin in them. There’s whole ass aliens that eat people’s faces and psychic powers. We’ll be alright.

These headcanons will be more fluff than nasty. So, enjoy.

Tag List: (Please DM to be added) @writhingg @melodymunson @ali-r3n @amandahobblepot @twihard28 @hiimjulie @jozstankovich @eddiemunsonmash @mothmans-left-buttcheek @i-trash-about-things

Credits: banner by @strangergraphics

Well, good morning Hawkins. I have an idea as to how a relationship between Eddie the freak and Little Hopper got into a funny ass relationship.

These two are star crossed lovers and Hawkins’ own Olivia Hussey and Leonard Whiting, I am so serious rn. (RIP To my forever scream queen ❤️)

You and Eddie were always aware of one another, having grown up in such a small town and going to the same goddamn schools when there isn’t much of a choice in districts to attend.

As a kid, everyone didn’t really know what to make of you. All they knew was that your dad was a cop, and that he’d put the fear of god into one of the boys on the playground who kept trying to look under the skirt of your Gunne Sax dress.

Because of scary Hopper, everyone mostly left you alone during your early elementary school years.

Everyone except nosey ass Eddie Munson.

That little mop of curls followed you everywhere on the playground. Talking your ear off about music, dragons, knights in shining armor and princesses with hair long enough to climb.

One day he just saw you eating a spam sandwich alone, and decided you were going to be his.

He saw you reading a book about horses and just began info dumping about knights and the kind of horse armor they had during the medieval times and “did you know that Peter S. Beagle said that unicorns are more beautiful than horses because horses can only pathetically attempt to mimic the grace of a unicorn?”

Thems was fightin’ words.

Especially to you, Little Hopper, who grew up obsessed with Black Beauty, National Velvet, and any other horse media you could get your hands on.

“Excuse me?! Have you never even seen a horse when it’s at full gallop? You’re really stupid if you think a horse isn’t graceful!”

After you socked little Eddie Munson in the stomach for saying unicorns were better than horses, you two became inseparable.

When you were younger, everyone mostly felt sorry for Eddie rather than starting off outright hating him. His momma just died, and he was often the one kid in class who was poorly taken care of. Usually people felt sorry for him.

But Eddie was the class clown. He tried so hard to get any kind of attention, be it negative or positive, and he was just so damn clumsy that eventually the pity turned into anger.

No one ever quite got why he didn’t just “get it together” or “get over it” after his momma died.

They told him the same thing your parents often told you at six years old: Grow up. Pick yourself up by the bootstraps.

Jim and Diane weren’t the best parents when you were growing up. They say the first baby after a marriage can come at any time, and the second one always comes nine months after. You weren’t stupid. You knew you were the “oops” baby after their brief encounter when dad came back to Hawkins on leave in ‘65.

It was something you and Eddie could relate to— kids who were the result of dads wanting free love in the 60’s, now suffering the consequences in a red state with parents who hated each other.

When Sara was born, you spent a lot of time hiding out at Al Munson’s janky two bedroom home.

Things often got overwhelming with a new baby sister adding to the mix. Mom quit her job at the utility office to raise the baby and become Julia Child, dad kept on getting promotions at the precinct, and you were left confused and angry at the fact that only now had they decided to get it together.

So when the baby got overwhelming, you’d bike to Eddie’s house while Al took off on a bender elsewhere, often states away. You two spent hours in his bedroom taking every mismatched kitchen chair and blanket to make forts by the bed, playing cards or with old toys that had seen better days.

Everyone thinks you and Eddie are polar opposites: you’re the one on track for the really good academic scholarships and you still wear your cute prairie and medieval style dresses from the 70’s.

Meanwhile Eddie’s cutting up old blanket lined denim jackets and getting into harder metal.

Yet both of you are still the two nerds who will escape into music, and into the good old pages of a fantasy novel or the world of Greyhawk.

Of course you play D&D with Eddie, and you always have to specify exactly what kind of horse your elf fighter has. I think you spend more time describing the goddamn horse than you do the character.

Eddie always lobs a d4 at your head when you spend too much time talking about how your character’s horse is a dapple gray, not a flea-bitten gray.

In your older years, your dad is ready to tear his hair out because you absolutely refuse to stop going around with the town fuckup.

I think you would most likely be the one to stay in Hawkins living in the trailer park with Eddie and Wayne, married at eighteen, expecting at nineteen.

You also have that Older Sibling™️ rage built up, so any time you get a screaming lecture from your dad, you match his energy.

He’s basically given up on trying to make the two of you stop seeing each other because you always circle back to ignoring him for a week because you “don’t talk to pigs”.

Eddie secretly loves the audacity you have.

Eddie also loves to tease you because you and your dad have the same shitty, grumpy attitude.

He calls you Little Hop, and you always threaten to throw a brick at his head.

One thing Eddie also likes to do is tease you like every old woman in Hawkins does, with the “aww you look so much like your daddy!”

It always makes you feel like this:

[munsons-hellfire]

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

THE DARK PARADISE SERIES MASTERLIST

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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Ello! I’m Night!! I’m new to the whole Tumblr writing blog, but I made this account to get out any ideas or drabbles that I may have during fandom brain rot (which I frequently have) and to also help enhance my writing ability!

First and foremost, I am an artist, so I may draw little doodles to go with certain head canons, drabbles or one shots! it helps me to visualize the story more!

So without further ado, let me tell you what i’m interested in!!

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR : 

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(Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

Alastor

Vox

Valentino

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Lucifer

Stolas

Mammon

Asmodeus/Fizzaroli

Blitz

Striker

Loona

(Creepypasta)

 Slenderman

Trenderman

Eyeless Jack

Zalgo

Jeff the Killer

Ben Drowned

Splendorman

Offenderman

Masky (Tim)

Hoodie (Brian)

Laughing Jack

Jane the Killer

(Gravity Falls)

Bill Cipher

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

(Slashers) 

Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Kruger

Jason Vorhees

Yautja (The Predator)

Pennywise

Art the Clown

Micheal Myers

RZ!Micheal Myers

Brahms Heelshire

(Across The Spider-Verse)

Miguel O’Hara

Hobie Brown

Peter B. Parker

The Spot

(Villainous)

Black Hat

Dr. Flug

Demencia 

5.0.5 (Platonic)

Penumbra

(Stranger Things)

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Billy Hargrove

Johnathan Byers

What I Will Write: 

Headcanons

One-shots

Drabbles

Smut/Nsfw

Platonic Relationships

Self-Insert/OC’s

Moderate gore/Body Horror

X readers

(Ask about kinks and fetishes)

What I Will Not Write: 

absolutely NO minor x adult relationships (unless they’re strictly platonic)

I typically won’t do Canon Character x Canon Character ships, just because I’ve never really done so! Idk if i’d be good at it

I probably have more to add to this list, but i’ll add to it later on

Now that, that’s outta the way! I'm opening writing requests!! Please feel free to send in any type of request you’d want to see done, into my inbox!

Currently since I'm out of college for the summer, I have a lot of free time to explore and pump out new work! As I’ve said before, I really want to try and enhance my writing ability so that it can be better for the future!

So i’d really appreciate this post being shared or just you guys sending in a small request, or drabble idea to get me started! I’m really excited to get started on this page and explore further, Until then have a great day! <333

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- steve harrington

- eddie munson

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Christmas With Hopper & the Waffle Maker

Jim Hopper x Reader; El, too, of course

A/N: This is for @sorenmarie87 ‘s Christmas Writing Challenge. My dialogue prompt was “You call this decorated?” along with the below aesthetic. I should note, this is my first time writing for Hopper, El or anything to do with Stranger Things, so please be kind, though constructive feedback is ALWAYS welcomed!

Unbeta’ed - all errors are mine. Aesthetic below created by the amazing Dawn (tagged above), who put this challenge together <3

Summary: Hopper could use a little help making his first Christmas with El a little bit better.

Warnings: A bit of language, some fluffy bits

Words: 6.3K

Tags: ehhh, just a few I think may want to read this... @kazosa @lefthologramdeer @moonchild-shoshanna @buckyscrystalqueen @rockyhorrorpictureshowstyle  

The wind howled outside and followed you through the grocery store’s entrance with a ferocious push before you could force it shut behind you. Shaking off the snow from your coat and hat, you relished in the blast of artificially hot air from the vent above you, before heading further into the small market on Main Street.

Grabbing a hand basket, you started to wander the aisles, looking for something to make a quick dinner. Not that you had much of anywhere to be. Your shift as a dispatcher at the station was over, and no one was waiting at home except a cat, your book and a hot cup of tea. It was another long, boring night ahead, and the idea of cooking for one, again, was bringing you down.

Avoiding the huge Christmas display at the front of the store, you quickly ducked down one of the aisles and walked towards where some of the frozen items were kept. As you stood there trying to decide which meal to choose for the next few nights, you heard muffled grumbling and cursing coming from a few feet away.

You started laughing at him once you recognized the Chief of Police as the guy down on his knees, rifling through boxes of frozen waffles. He was clearly frustrated, tossing box after box of waffles into a messy pile on the floor. It was when he violently shoved the freezer door open and it rebounded, hitting him in the shoulder, did he finally stand up and audibly curse.

“God Dammit. You stupid piece of—(incoherent mumbling)…”

“Um… hey Chief. Need help with something?” you asked, half smiling, half nervous.

“What?” he barked in reply and whipped around only to notice he knew you. “Oh… Y/N. Hey. I was, uh, just—”

“Looking for more waffles?”

“Yeah,” he snorted with an embarrassed laugh. He immediately bent down and started tossing the boxes back into the bottom of the freezer.

“Didn’t have the kind you like?” you asked, watching with curiosity.

“Uh, no. My—Jane—my daughter, she only likes a certain kind and they don’t have them, again.”

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry. Something else she’d like better, maybe?”

“No. This is her thing and I promised her I’d get them for Christmas morning, and of course,” his volume increased with each word thereafter, as if shouting out to an invisible observer “there are none here!”

“I can give you my recipe for homemade waffles, if you like. They are a thousand times better than those frozen things.”

“Thanks, but, she’s sorta partial to these. Besides, its our first Christmas together, I don’t wanna… you know… screw it up by burning breakfast.”

“It’s super easy, Chief. Really. I bet she would even like to make them with you,” you raised a single, challenging brow at him, causing him to chuckle and release the tension he had built up.

“Says you. And we’re not at work Y/N, you can drop the Chief crap.”

“Ok, Hopper,” you said, though it felt strange to call him that, it felt better than Jim, “you really could handle it. Not like you’re trying to create something complicated. They’re just waffles.”

Hopper looked at you skeptically. His shoulders finally relaxed, and though he sighed, there was a small, excited smile on his face. “Alright, I’ll make the damn waffles.”

The way he looked in that moment, caused a little rumble of something deep down inside you; in that place that had not often been brought to life. Here was your boss, your Chief of Police, someone who didn’t smile very often, making you feel slightly light on your feet. Before you could think about it any further, you heard yourself reply.

“I can help you get the ingredients here for you if you like, there’s not much too it.”

“Yeah—um, that would—” his watch began beeping and interrupted his train of thought. “Shit! I’m so late. And on Christmas Eve of all days… She’s gonna—” He paused again and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit! The decorations… the food. Dammit. Some dad I’m gonna be.”

He was flustered, and you could see the panic start to set it. “Stores are almost closed, I’m not going to have time…”

“Jim. Stop and breathe,” you said and placed your hand his arm gently. It stopped his rant and brought his attention to you. “Let me help. What do you need?”

Hopper exhaled with a growl and rubbed at his face. “Uh, well, waffles, apparently. And, a tree, maybe decorations, I dunno… I mean I have some up, but this is her first real Christmas, you know? I wanna make it memorable for her, but if I get home late, she’s gonna lose it again. I can’t be late four nights in a row…”

Hearing him talk about his daughter only intensified the rumblings that began before. Now, the warmth of a long forgotten feeling was traveling further through your veins, and you were beginning to get nervous. Why was Jim Hopper suddenly bringing on these feelings? You’d worked with the man for five years now, and never once before now did you really notice how handsome he was, or how his voice made the hairs on your neck tingle.

At least, not until right now.

“Ok… here’s what you’re going to do. Go home. I’ll get everything you need to give your daughter the best Christmas and bring it to the house.”

“No. No! I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s too much. Plus, it's snowing, and I’m not at the house, I’m up at my grandfather’s cabin. It’s a hike to get up there.”

“First off, you didn’t ask. I offered. Second, I want to help. I heard a little bit about your daughter, and I think you wanting to give her a great Christmas is really sweet. Third, I literally have nothing else to do tonight and if I could spend Christmas Eve helping a little girl have a nice Christmas, how I could I say no?”

He starred at you for a minute, contemplating your offer. Hopper looked down at this watch again and nodded slightly. “Alright, if you’re sure. I will gladly take the assist.”

“Good. Now go home before she chews you out and I’ll be along shortly. Just need directions to your place.”

Hopper pulled out a scrap of paper from his pocket and you quickly dove into your purse for a pen. He scribbled down the directions and made sure you could follow them. Once you safely added them and the pen back to your purse, Jim grabbed you by both shoulders and bent down to meet you eye level.

“You deserve a raise for this, really. You’re a lifesaver.”

“What are friends for?” you said and smiled. “You best go, Chief.”

“Jim… or Hopper… whatever you… uh—yeah, I should go. See you soon!”

He started running down the aisle and remembered the remaining few boxes of frozen waffles currently defrosting on the floor.

“I got them,” you called, “GO!”

You watched him dart from the store and couldn’t help but snicker when you saw him through the store’s front window sliding on the snowy sidewalk and right into a couple walking by.

This was very unexpected twist to your evening, but you felt excited to help. Especially if it meant seeing Hopper again outside of the station. That was also something you didn’t expect; wanting to see him again, and so badly.

Twenty minutes later, you had all the necessary ingredients for the waffles and the few groceries you thought might come in handy. You made your way back to the Christmas display at the front of the store and gathered another handcart full of ornaments, lights, garland and some other things you thought Jane might enjoy. Right before the check out, there was a small display of jewelry that caught your eye.

On the display, in pre-wrapped boxes with Christmas decorations, were delicate necklaces and bracelets. One set was a simple strand of silver stars that sparkled when they caught the light. On a whim, you grabbed it and added it to the items for checkout.

  After a quick stop at your house to drop off your frozen dinners and grab some baking essentials you were sure the Chief wouldn’t have, you were headed back out towards his cabin. The weather had worsened and being as far off the beaten path as he was, it took far longer to reach Hopper’s cabin then you anticipated.

The headlights of your car finally swept across the last turn and revealed the cabin a hundred yards up in the distance. You got as close as you could and grabbed a handful of bags. Trudging through the snow with the wind whipping around you, you saw the front door open, and felt relief. In a dash, Hopper was at your side and gathered the bags from your hands.

“There’s more, I’ll go back—” you started but he immediately cut you off.

“No, no. Go inside where’s its warm, I’ll get the rest.”

Taking the last few steps at quick pace, you bounded up onto the small porch and inside the warm cabin. For the second time that night, you shook off the snow from your shoulders and relished in the warm air circling around you. Once the chill subsided, you could feel the weight of someone’s stare clinging to your back. Slowly, you turned around and saw a girl standing there. She couldn’t be more than twelve or thirteen, with big brown eyes and a mop of curly brown hair on her head.

The girl, you assumed was Jane, watched you curiously as you draped your coat over your one arm and swiftly pulled off your gloves.

“Hi,” you said and held out one hand. “You must be Jane.”

She took a few steps forward and hesitantly held out her hand.

“El,” she said softly and swallowed thickly as she gingerly shook your hand.

“El?” you asked, but just as Hopper came through the door with the armload of supplies and a blizzard of snow.

He dropped the bags, and you managed to grab the ones with the eggs before they crashed to the floor.

“Are we setting up a bakery in here or what?” he asked, his breathing labored, and his cheeks blushed red from the bitter cold air.

“No, I just brought some extra supplies in case you wanted to make some cookies, or something. I was just saying hi to your daughter.”

“Right… Jane—”

“El,” she said again and louder than before, but this time her small features were set in determination, and Hopper didn’t challenge her.

“Nickname,” he replied to you, and moved the bags to the kitchen table. “El, this is (Y/N), she works with me at the station.”

“The waffle maker?”

Her response made you giggle and slightly embarrassed Hopper. “Ye—yeah, the waffle maker. Anyway, she’s going to teach us and then, we’ll make waffles for tomorrow, just like promised.”

“Cool,” El said and moved to the bags on the table.

You went to help her unpack the bags and came across the one holding the decorations. Looking around the cabin to see what he already had put up, you saw an old woodman snowman displayed near the doorway and two stockings hung near the wood burning stove.

“Um… I thought you said you had some decorations up. You call this decorated?”

“Yeah, I mean, we got the stockings, and this guy here,” he held up the snowman and looked between you and El. “What? He’s festive. Look, he’s got a red and green scarf. See? Festive.” He waved the small piece of fabric back and forth, making both you and El giggle.

“Well, I brought along some extras, just in case. The only thing I couldn’t find was a tree. Lot was closed by the time I got there.”

“Good thing we are surrounded by them. Why don’t you get all that nonsense set up and I’ll go find us a good tree; there are a few outback that may be the right size.” He got his coat and gloves back on turned to El. “You ok with that kiddo?”

“Fine with that,” El replied still going through the bags, barely acknowledging him.

“Right. Ok. Here I go,” he breathed and headed out to find a Christmas Tree.

You turned back to El, and while she was distracted, grabbed the bag with the gift and put it aside.

“So, do you like to bake cookies?” you asked, curious about the quiet girl. She seemed to contemplate your question, and then finally looked up at you with her brow creased.

“I don’t know.”

“Have you ever made cookies before?”

She shook her head.

“Would you like to learn how?”

El considered the question and a small smile found its way to her lips. “I would like that very much.”

While Hopper was out searching for a tree, you went about the process of making sugar cookies, explaining it step by step to a very attentive Jane Hopper. She watched with intense curiosity as you shifted the flour and managed the butter and eggs, whipping it all up into a tasty dough, that you then rolled out and cut with shapes like Christmas trees, snowmen and gingerbreadmen. The first two batches had cooked and cooled by the time Hopper came bursting through the door, nearly frozen through and dragging a good-sized pine tree.

“Heat, heat, heat, heat…” he kept mumbling over and over as he dropped the tree in the entry, slammed the door shut and went right for the wood burning stove. Once he had defrosted a little, he turned to you and saw the cookies spread out across the kitchen. “What’s all this?”

“I brought her stuff to make cookies, too. Figured I would keep her company and we would get these all baked while you got the tree, so you two could decorate them together later.”

“That was real sweet, Y/N, thank you. It smells amazing in here. Reminds me of my gram’s kitchen,” Hopper said, a wisp of nostalgia softening his features. “Let me get the tree up. Found the stand out in the shed, then we can talk waffles.”

True to his word, the tree was up in the stand in a matter of minutes. It was more than six feet tall and the top brushed against the ceiling of the cabin. El was excited as she shifted through the different ornaments, closely examining each one.

Hopper helped her open some of the packaging and when everything was ready to go, he ruffled her hair. “Gimme a sec, kid and I’ll find some music to put on and you can start decorating.”

He went through the vinyl collection and laughed out loud when he found what he wanted. “Now, this is music,” he crooned as he slipped the album from its cover and onto the turntable.

The smooth voice of Elvis Presley filled the cabin, as Santa Claus is Back in Town began to play. A huge grin came alive on his face as he turned to El, grabbed her hand and began to twirl her around the room. She was laughing heartily and going along with his shenanigans.

You loved watching them together. The little girl had a way of bringing out a playful side to the Chief you could never imagine existed. Knowing what you did of his past, you were overjoyed to see him having so much fun and enjoying life outside the station. You felt a little guilty, watching them dance and having such a good time; almost like you were intruding on a very special family memory-making moment. But as the song faded away, he let her go and she immediately picked up the lights and began to string the around the tree.

Hopper joined you in the kitchen, leaning back against the wood block counter, and very close to where you were doing the same.

“She’s a great kid,” he mused softly, watching her go about lighting up her first Christmas tree.

“She’s lucky to have you,” you said, pushing off the counter and going back to cleaning up from the cookies.

“I’m the lucky one,” he said, and followed your lead, wiping up the counter and closing the ingredients. “She came along and… Hell. I guess we were there for each other.”

“You’re both lucky.”

You sighed, but not loud enough for him to hear you. Watching them stirred up something in you that you thought you’d put behind you. A family, kids… they weren’t in your future; mostly because you never really wanted them. The past few years had proved to be a little difficult, and very lonely. Now, watching these two together, and the feelings that had stirred earlier for the Chief, you were suddenly envious of what they had, and so wished you could experience your own family one day.

“I should be going,” you said suddenly, and shoved a piece of paper at him. “This has the recipe for the waffles. Just follow that, waffle maker is there, and I’ll get the other stuff back from you next time I see you at work.”

“Whoa, whoa, what’s the rush?” he gently touched your elbow. “Stay a while. Besides, the snow is only getting worse, its pitch-black outside and I would love to have someone to share this with,” from under one of the cabinets he pulled out a mostly full bottle of Jack Daniels. “No one man should drink this much alone. People could talk… make assumptions.”

Against your better judgment, you smiled and snickered. “What are you talking about?”

“You know how these old house wives can be… that Chief Hopper, he sure drinks alone a lot,” he said, mimicking the ones he was talking about. “You could help crush those rumors.” He raised the bottle up. “You said you had no other plans. Stay. Bake more cookies, help me make waffles for the kid.”

“I don’t want to intrude on your Christmas, Hopper.”

“Who’s intruding? I’m asking you to stay.” He tried not to smile through the serious look he wore when he used your own tactic against you. “What do you say?”

A slight vibration of excitement began to hum in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to say yes and spend the rest of Christmas with Hopper and El, but something about it still felt wrong.

“What about her, what if she wants you and Christmas to herself. You said yourself its her first real Christmas. She doesn’t need some co-worker of yours to ruin that.”

“Co-worker?” Hopper snorted a laugh and raised his brows incredulously. “Look, after what you did for me tonight, you’re much more than that. Besides, she’d want you to stay. She likes you. Watch… hey, kid. Do you mind if (Y/N) stays and celebrates Christmas with us?”

She stopped mid-decorating and turned towards the kitchen. El took a few tentative steps towards where you and Hopper stood.

“New friend?” she asked.

“Yup, she sure is,” he responded and looked towards you.

“Ok then. Stay,” the corner of her mouth pulled up into a crooked grin before she turned her attention back towards the tree.

Hopper cleared his throat and nudged his elbow gently into your arm. “See, she wants you to stay. So, stay.”

“Fine, you got me, I’ll stay at least until the storm dies down.”

“Great! I’ll grab the glasses and you can make the waffles!”

  Three whiskeys later, the tree was completely decorated, Elvis’ Christmas album had played through at least twice and El was laying sleepily on the couch with the remnants of a decorated sugar cookie laying beside her.

“Hey, kiddo,” Hopper bent down near the couch. “Whaddya say you head off to bed? Hm? Santa doesn’t come until you’re in bed and fast asleep.”

“Santa?” she asked, half paying attention.

“Remember, the big guy in the suit with the beard that brings the presents?”

She turned her head to him and smiled, tugging at his beard and chuckling. “You’re Santa!”

He snorted a laugh and helped her sit up on the couch. “Come on, off to bed with ya.”

The girl reluctantly got up and put the sugar cookie back on the plate before coming over to you and giving you a brief hug. “Thank you for the cookies and the decorations.”

Her embrace, though it was loose and slightly hesitant, took you by surprise and overwhelmed you with a swell of emotion. “You’re so welcome. Merry Christmas, El.”

“Merry Christmas, waffle maker,” she smiled that sweet and crooked smile again before leaving you and saying goodnight to Hopper.

“Night kiddo. Sleep good, and tomorrow… presents.” Hopper kissed her head and followed her into her room to be sure she was warm and tucked in.

Once she was, he came out and quietly closed her door behind him. “She’s already out.”

“Poor kid, holidays can be exhausting,” you mused as you went about cleaning up the remainder of the baking supplies. “Now, everything you need for tomorrow is right in the fridge. Flour is here, and the waffle maker is right there.” You dried your hands on the towel and headed to the coat rack to get your coat. Before you could slip it over your shoulders, Hopper was waving you off.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t leave, now.”

“Why? It’s late and I suspect Santa has a few more things to wrap,” you teased.

“Yeah, maybe. But ma’am, you’ve been drinking. What kind of cop would I be if I let you drive all the way back into Hawkins town proper after you’ve been hittin’ the bottle?”

You snorted a laugh, thinking he was kidding, but the expression he wore said otherwise. “You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“And what do you propose I do? Sleepover?”

“Would that be so terrible? You could have another drink with me. Help me wrap some presents and be here in the morning to make the waffles.”

“You just made a very successful batch yourself, Chief. I think you can handle it.” Shaking your head, you continued to put your coat on, ignoring the fact that he was now standing between you and the front door.

“Well… what if I want you to stay? Would you stay?”

He was gazing at you, his eyes soft but hopeful. There was something in there that seemed to be silently pleading with you to say yes, though you just assumed it was the Jack talking through him. In a split second, a myriad of thoughts went through your head, and there was no way to differentiate between them all in that moment. Your gut said stay. Your heart said stay. Your mind told you to run all the way home.

Two out of three… majority rules I guess, you thought as you started to take off your coat. “Alright, Hopper. I’ll stay. But only if you pour me some of that egg nog and add a shot of Jack to it.

“One spiked egg nog, comin’ up,” he said, a smile unfurling under his whiskers.

  By the second spiked egg nog, you and Hopper had finished wrapping the few things he got for El and exchanged more than a few stories while sitting around the warmth of the wood burning stove. The tree twinkled in the corner, and a brief lull had come over the room. The only prominent sound was the crackle of the wood from inside the iron giant next to you.

“This is a great cabin you have here,” you started, suddenly nervous and more than a little tipsy.

Hopper sat up from the couch with a groan and nodded in agreement. “It was my grandad’s place for years, then I just used it for storage. When Jane—El, came along… she, uh, needed some time to transition. Get used to me, you know? Thought this was safer than being in town.”

“Are you planning on going back to town anytime soon?”

“Yeah, most likely after Christmas. Trying to get her enrolled in Hawkins Middle for the new year. She’s a smart kid, already has some friends there, so I am hoping that its not too much on her.”

“Seems like she’s had a rough go of it,” you said thoughtfully, daring a glance at the big man beside you.

His blue eyes were semi-glazed over, but still twinkled with the reflected lights of the tree. He looked thoughtful and ran a hand over his mouth and down his beard before meeting your gaze.

“Rough is one way to describe it. Maybe one day I can tell you all about it,” he paused, and chuckled to himself. “Maybe one day. But, tonight… we celebrate Santa!”

He absently patted your knee before standing from the couch and going back to the record player. Leaving Elvis on the turntable, he moved the needle further onto the record, and the first notes of Blue Christmas began playing. Hopper came back over to you, grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch without asking. He just wrapped his arms around you, holding one of your hands to his chest, his other around your waist, and started dancing you around the room.

Singing along with Elvis, he spun you and then pulled you close again. The more he moved you and sang along, the bigger your smile grew. His hands were warm and surprisingly soft. You loved how he was gently brushing his thumb against your back as he spun you around the room and tucked your hand into his chest deeper with each twirl.

Hopper moved you in closer and let his face press intimately against your cheek as he continued singing along. The breath from his words felt like a warm burst of heaven against your ear, and you found yourself falling for him faster than you thought would be possible.

The song began to fade out, and a more up-tempo one took its place. You didn’t want it to end, but you also felt suddenly nervous around him. Whether it was the whiskey, or the abrupt sprout of feelings for the man, you needed a moment to think.

“Bathroom?” you asked, feeling warm from the heat and the booze, but mostly the closeness to the Chief..

“Right there,” he pointed and watched you as you entered it and swiftly shut the door.

Starring at yourself in the small vanity mirror, you tried to calm your breathing and splashed some cold water on your face. From the other room, the music stopped, but Hopper kept on humming the tune and mumbling the words of Blue Christmas. Taking another moment or two, you took a few deep breaths, and rejoined him in the other room.

“Hey, come here,” he said and waved you over to the window, “it finally stopped snowing.”

You peaked out of the curtain to see a beautiful, serene blanket of snow covering most everything. The night’s illumination made it look like something out of a fairy tale, casting an even deeper fantastical glow over the night as the snow sparkled under the full moon.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, afraid that saying it any louder would break the spell.

“It sure is,” he said, and when you turned your face up to glance at him, you realized he was looking at you, and not out the window.

The needle lowered back onto the record, and Silent Night began to play softly just as Hopper took your chin between his fingers and lifted your face up to his. Despite the copious amounts of spiked egg nog, you felt instantly sober as you grasped that he was about to kiss you.

You didn’t stop him, you wanted him to kiss you—and if you were being honest with yourself—it was from the moment you saw him in the market. There was no reason as to why then, but after spending the evening with him and his daughter, it was the only thing you wanted for Christmas.

Hopper paused, only briefly, just before his lips touched yours. When you didn’t pull away, he gently pressed his lips to yours. The bristles of his beard tickled your lips, but the feeling of him against you was something else entirely. The had a magic all of its own.

His fingers slipped from your chin, and cautiously wrapped around you and drew you into his chest. Holding you closer now than when you were dancing, you kissed him back with all your newly found feelings. It only encouraged him to return it deeper, and with a sudden flare of passion.

His lips parted, guardedly allowing his tongue to know yours. When they touched, it sent a bolt of shivers down your body, making your knees feel weakened and a tingle of warmth to grow within you. You felt you could lose yourself in him, very easily, and that thought scared you into pulling back from his kiss.

“Hopper… wait,” you breathed, putting your hands on his chest to give yourself a little distance. “This is… wow.”

“I’m sorry—I shouldn’t’ve—” he mumbled and shook his head.

“No, please… don’t apologize. I wanted you too, very much,” you paused and flashed a glance towards El’s room. “Its just a surprise, you know? Like, wow. What’s happening here?” you laughed nervously and ran a hand through your hair.

“I have no clue. I’m really, terrible at these kinda things. But tonight, tonight was fun. Watching you with El, and the way you just sorta swooped in and helped me. It felt good to laugh, and not feel like a sad sack of shit on Christmas. Having her,” he said and pointed towards her room, “and you here, I don’t know. It just feels nice.”

He hesitantly caressed the side of your face and seemed as though he was going to kiss you again, but a sudden yawn made him divert away, then lay his forehead against your shoulder with a groan. His whole body animatingly slumping down, too.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “It’s been a long day, Hop. Come on.” Taking his hand, you lead him over towards the couch and allowed him to fall onto it with a thud. You inhaled sharply and laughed as he pulled you down next to him and draped his arm over your shoulders, drawing you into the crook of his arm.

He rested his head back against the couch, his eyes closing, but a ghost of a smile was left on his face. “Best Christmas in a long time,” he mumbled as he snuggled you into him. “In a long, long time.”

Taking a deep breath, you felt yourself settle into him and close your eyes. Sleep came quickly after.

   When you woke, Hopper was snoring softly beside you. Carefully you got out from beneath his embrace without waking him. El was still asleep and you thought it best to leave, so they could enjoy their first Christmas together as a family. Also, this way there would be no awkwardness between you. Maybe he would regret how close you had gotten the night before. Leaving now would give him an out if he woke up with a different mindset.

You took the gift you got from the store, signed the little tag To El, and left it under the tree with her other presents. Leaving everything else behind, you made your way out onto the porch and took in the serene view before you. Christmas morning donned with a cotton candy sky and a blanket of undisturbed snow that looked like scene from a post card. Not wanting to chance them waking before you left, you quietly made your way down to the car and drove away towards home.

The rest of your day went on as normal. You got home, took a hot shower, made some breakfast before going on to phone relatives far and wide to say Merry Christmas. You had hoped that maybe Hopper would call. He certainly should have had your phone number somewhere in that brain of his. But when he didn’t, you reluctantly picked up the receiver and dialed the various family members. Each conversation was the same…

 Why didn’t you come to visit?

I am covering a shift today at the station, so Florence could spend it with her family.

Do you enjoy spending Christmas alone?

It’s not so bad, honestly. (you’d lie)

If you’d settle down with a nice man, you wouldn’t have to be alone.

Oh yes, maybe one day… (you’d say with a laugh but there was no humor in it)

 When that torture was finally over, you got yourself ready and headed off to the station to cover the phones for the evening.

Only one officer was on duty, Officer Finlay, a middle aged, divorced man who’s only ambition in life was to do as little as possible.  Hawkins was normally a quiet town anyway and being that it was Christmas, the most you could really expect to get was a call from the local bar about a drunken disorderly. The night drug on without incident, and as the sun set on Hawkins that Christmas day, you decided to fix up a little dinner for you and Officer Finlay that you brought from home.

Standing in the small kitchen area of the station, your back was to the room when you heard the PA system click on with a whine before the sounds of Elvis singing Blue Christmas came through. Thinking that Officer Finlay was playing the music, you paused at the recognition of the song and thought back to last night and the time you spent dancing with Hopper.

You just stood at the microwave, lost in thought about the night before and wishing you hadn’t left the way you did. Before you could think of all the ways you blew things with Hopper before they even began, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you.

When you turned, you saw Hopper and El both standing there, cheeks bright pink from the cold air and a huge grin on the girl’s face.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, as El quickly moved in to hug you.

You caught the girl and hugged her back, noticing she had on the gift you left her. The silver stars sparkled back at you, as you gave her one last little squeeze.

“Its so pretty!” she exclaimed, as you bent down and admired it on her.

“It looks beautiful on you, El,” you said, lightly touching the chain. Looking back up at Hopper, you saw him watching you and tried to discern the expression on his face. Was he upset with you for leaving it? Or for leaving at all? Was he remorseful about kissing you… did he even remember kissing you?!

“You left without saying goodbye.” He looked disappointed. “Then, once she opened that, she insisted we come and find you.”

“You didn’t stay for waffles,” she added, her tone thick with disappointment.

“I’m so sorry, I really thought you guys might just wanna spend the morning together.”

“Come back for dinner,” she asked, her doe-like brown eyes quietly pleading with you to say yes. “I promise, no waffles. Hop says we have to have a vegetable.”

You laughed heartily at her response and hugged her again. “I would love to come for dinner, but I have to work tonight. Rain check?”

She looked confusedly up at Hopper. “Rain check?”

“It means can she come another time instead. But, that’s not necessary. Finlay!” Hopper called out, turning to find the officer. “You can cover the phones for her tonight, right?”

“But—” he started and read the Chief’s expression and threw his hands up in the air. “Yeah, fine. But the stew, stays.”

“Fair enough,” he said and turned back around, his blue eyes twinkling a bit mischievously. “So, dinner and maybe a bit more Elvis?”

That warm glow of long-forgotten feelings grew again and there was no way you would or could turn him down. Or El, for that matter. Within the course of a day, they both became two of your very favorite people. The more time you could spend with them, the better.

“Yes, I would love that.”

El was visibly excited, Hopper was a bit subtler about it. He quickly glanced over his should at Finlay, who was now sulking at his desk, then back to you. Taking your hand, he gave it a squeeze and took a step closer to you.

“Good, cause the kid really likes you.”

“I really like her.”

“I might, kinda like you, too. I mean I always have but…,” he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders. When he spoke again, his voice was lowered so only you could hear him. “Last night was pretty great. Would like to do it again, maybe a little less drunk, so I don’t pass out just when things get good.”

You could feel yourself blush but was also excited at the thought. “I’d like that very much.”

“That’s good,” he said and then sung along with the song still playing over the PA. “Cause, it’d be a Bluuuee Christmas, without you…”

El rolled her eyes and hit him in the ribs.

“You’re lame,” she teased and shook her head.

Hopper raised his arms in defense. “Hey, I am not lame, ok. I am…” he trailed off, looking to you for help.

“Oh no pal, you are suuuper lame,” you agreed with her, and gave her a wink.

“I can see how this night is gonna go. May have to break out that whiskey again afterall,” he grumbled with a reluctant smile. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Keeping your hand in his, and El’s in his other, the three of you left the station to head to the cabin for Christmas dinner and who knows what else. Either way, you knew that things would never be the same again after that Christmas day.