#phil callahan/reader

[wireddless]

Domestic Bliss

pairing: Phil Callahan x Reader

word count: 489

warnings: fluff, absolutely none pls enjoy

authors note: creaming over the thought of him as a dad fr, this is super short and sweet, something to get my creative juices flowing again!! anything for phil loml callahan.

@marjorieisreading a year later but i though of your previous request when i wrote this <3

The telltale turn of the doorknob was silent as Phil got home from his late shift. It turns out that your wife having a baby wont buy you much family time when the station was still restructuring after Hopp’s disappearance. Phil had quickly learned to be silent on nights like these, not wanting to risk waking a baby.

It was with a heavy, almost leaden heart that Phil resumed his shifts two weeks after the birth of your daughter. You had assured him that all would well and that you could handle a baby, your baby. He practically wept his first morning back, truly wishing he could stay home longer, but you reassured him that he was still taking care of both of you by going to work.

You never said that you wouldn’t be truly and entirely exhausted however. Phil careened straight to the nursery where he found both of his girls sleeping in the rocking chair, illuminated only by the plug-in nightlight. His heart melted on the spot. Before deciding to scoop Nadine up, he snagged the point and shoot camera from the kitchen to capture this moment.

The flash startled him, but didn’t wake either of the sleeping ladies. Carefully, he set the camera down on the dresser before moving Nadine to the crib, only stirring her a little. Her coos silenced soon after being set down, so Phil felt comfortable enough to help move his sleeping wife.

Your silent groans turned into small vocalizations. “Phil?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Phil’s voice was soft. “It’s me, baby, let's get you to bed, hm?” You didn’t open your eyes to respond, letting Phils arms come up under yours.

“-nd Nadine?” You spoke questioningly.

“Fast asleep, sweetheart.” Phil kissed your head and quickly lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

With a little ‘hup,’ Phil carried you into your shared bedroom, your head laying on his shoulder with your hair draping down. Gently he tucked you in, repeating his actions just two minutes prior, instead with a grown woman.

The next morning, you woke later than her new norm. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds, and the house was silent, aside from the delicious cacophony emanating from the kitchen. The droning sound and aroma of sizzling bacon flooded your senses, all but ripping a moan of hazy excitement from you. As you shuffled closer to the kitchen, you could hear Phil humming away, and speaking in a small lilted voice to your daughter.

They were beautiful, practically best friends already. The sun lit up the kitchen, and in turn, Phil, in the most delightful way. In one arm, Nadine rested her head on his shoulder, chewing on her hand, and the other arm reached out to flip a piece of bacon with a fork. Illuminated by the sun, his dark curls were unbrushed, and a glowing hue of chestnut.

He wasn't even wearing his glasses yet.

[xpao-bearx]

"Partners In Crime"

Officer Callahan x Bad Girl!Reader

SUMMARY: As the resident "bad girl" of Hawkins, you truly only want one thing: to get into the pants of the resident dorky and dedicated police officer, Phil Callahan (and hey, maybe steal his heart too!).

NOTES: I recently just finished Stranger Things and yeah, great show, but have you SEEN the men??? 👀 Anyhoe, being the ✨️whore✨️ that I am, it really comes as no surprise that I'm simping over all the hot dudes but one of the hotties I've become obsessed with is CRIMINALLY underrated 😭

And so, of course, I took this grave offense ✨️personally✨️ and wrote this lil piece! Though I can't really call it little because it is SHOCKINGLY long (for me) and I sacrificed hours upon hours of sleep 🥲 But hey, when Phil fucking Callahan (and his gorgeous actor John Reynolds) makes you horny and inspired, YOU👏SEIZE👏THE👏GODDAMN👏MOMENT👏

If it isn't already obvious, this fic contains 18+ SMUT AND MATURE CONTENT and it gets preeetty steamy if I do say so myself~ It's also set roughly around Season 2, and I say roughly cuz I suck at remembering plots and shit so I just went with the flow 😅 And as always, PLEASE don't be a silent reader! Likes, comments, and reblogs are VERY much encouraged and appreciated!! \(^o^)/

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this baby! This is my first ever humble contribution to the ST fandom and, who knows, MAYBE not my last ;)

In the small town of Hawkins, you were popular as the "bad girl". You were loud, headstrong, and constantly got into trouble--completely unlike any of the "proper" ladies that talked shit behind your back. But the trouble you caused, despite the chaos it unfailingly left behind, was never anything actually hurtful. Hell, you were even caught a few times using your colourful language to make some middle school children cry when you saw them bullying some poor boys (one of them, you remember, being the Wheelers' son who always looked like trouble followed him himself).

A bad girl with a golden heart; a cheesy, living cliché. But that's what you were. You just wanted to have fun, to live in the moment. But in this bumfuck town where pretty much nothing happens before that Byers kid mysteriously disappeared then reappeared, how could anyone really blame you for trying to stir shit up simply for your own entertainment and for your damn sanity?

But some of the locals knew you on a personal level. Particularly, the Hawkins Police Department. Before you stumbled upon Hawkins a few years ago, you were a drifter; chasing after the high of wherever life would take you, free yet lost. Whether it was by chance or by fate, you only stopped at Hawkins to fuel up your motorcycle and have a quick bite at the local diner until suddenly--like something out of those fucking romcoms your mother used to watch--you met him.

Phil Callahan. He was only a rookie officer at the time, having not even grown out his beloved moustache yet. You noticed his police cruiser parked at the gas station with an evident bump on the front of the car. He was fuelling up, but his hand holding the pump was limp and he was as pale as a ghost; eyes comically wide behind his horn-rimmed glasses, brunette locks tousled and sticking out every which way after frantically running his free hand through it god knows how many times.

And staring at this clearly stressed, slightly pathetic man, all you could think was: HOT.

Before your brain could process what you were doing (though, let's be honest, you never really used your brain much in most of your life decisions), you found your feet walking away from your bike of their own accord and towards him.

Once you were by his side, it's only then that you realized just how tall he was. So much taller. He easily towered over you and it made your mind drift to other, much less innocent thoughts.

Namely him bending you over his car and fucking you within an inch of your sorry excuse of a life.

"Can I help you?" Your head snapped up from the stranger's voice, eyes meeting his narrowed ones. And--dammit!--he was much more unfairly handsome up close. His light brown eyes reflected almost green, raising a suspicious brow at you as his lips pressed into a tight line.

"Sorry, Officer--" Your gaze strayed to his shiny name tag, a grin tugging up the corners of your mouth. "--Callahan. I just couldn't help but notice you. You look like you just died inside, man."

His brows furrowed, glancing over his shoulder to the bump on his car before quickly darting back to you. "Thanks for your concern, ma'am, but I'm fine. Nothing a civilian should be worried about, anyway."

"If you don't mind--" You piped up once more as he set the pump away. "I think it's got something to do with that nasty bump ya got there, huh?"

"Uh, okay, actually I do mind." He sighed exasperatedly, no longer able to hide his growing aggravation. Today was just not his day, it seemed. "Ma'am, like I said, it is none of your concern." He put on his police hat, tipping it to you. "Good day."

As he turned away from you, you sidestepped him so that you were in front of him again. Your grin was much bigger this time, practically reaching your ears. "Uh-oh, are you in trouble, Mr. Policeman~?" You purred, one hand reaching out and playfully drumming your fingers along his chest. You intently studied him from head to toe, as if admiring an artistic masterpiece before biting your lip and giggling. "Lemme guess... You're a young, new police officer who doesn't know any better. You got so excited driving a police car for the first time that you drove it a bit too fast and crashed into a tree or some shit. Sound about right?"

His face flushed scarlet, and you weren't sure if it was from the shame of having his dumbass misdemeanor exposed or from your fingers making a shiver run down his spine--probably both.

"How do you--"

"This ain't exactly my first time having a lil run-in with the law, so I know how men like you work." You winked. "Hey, tell ya what, how 'bout I help you? You can tell your other piggy buddies that I'm some crazy bitch with anger issues you caught for speeding and in my oh so scary rage, I purposely crashed my motorbike to the front of your car just to fuck with you. You can even put cuffs on me~"

He blinked, utterly dumbstruck as he stared down at the total menace that was you (and the fact that a certain part of him reacted at you graciously allowing him to cuff you), feeling like forever until he finally found his voice that cracked slightly as he spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Y/N L/N." You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned up on your tiptoes and dangled slightly off of him with the few inches left between the two of you. The sudden action caught him completely off guard, his hands dropping to your hips to support you and making him blush even redder. But you didn't care, smiling mischievously up at him. "Feel free to search me up in the system, Officer. I've got a permanent record, after all~"

And that's how you met Jim Hopper, Calvin Powell, and the rest of the Hawkins Police Department when Callahan brought you with him back to the station. They definitely didn't believe you guys, especially when you didn't have a single scratch on you that indicated you "crashed your bike to his vehicle" (Callahan cleaned up your choice of wording a bit). But it was amusing to see Callahan dragging you along in handcuffs, who appeared all too joyful with a shit-eating smile as if you just won the lottery. Meanwhile, Callahan's cheeks were flaming hot and his voice adopted to a nervous high pitch as he lied to everyone who were just barely containing their laughter.

It also wasn't long before you decided to settle into Hawkins in some shitty trailer park, but you couldn't really complain considering your drifting years weren't all sunshine and rainbows either.

Besides, Callahan made it all worth it.

It wasn't love at first sight, but there was absolutely attraction. Hell, you were practically (if not literally) throwing yourself at him during your first encounter, and after that it would be the same--if not more intense.

You were no stranger to trouble, but often times you would seek for trouble yourself on purpose just so you could wind up in the police station to bother--ahem, I mean, very persistently try to hang out with Callahan. Or you'd just go to the station despite having no business there, but Flo the secretary usually kicked you out before you had the chance to even lay eyes on the gorgeous four eyes.

Today, however, Flo wasn't there. You didn't believe in some higher power, but it was a fucking miracle that you were grateful for and didn't dare to question. And so you more than happily made yourself at home in the station, sitting down at Callahan's desk as you curiously pried into his stuff before a deep laugh from behind you broke you out of your little reverie.

"This is just ridiculous now, Y/N." Hopper shot you an incredulous though very much amused expression. "If you like Callahan so much--which I have no fucking idea why--then just ask him out on a date already."

It was no secret that Hopper can be a total grump, but oddly enough you became fast friends with him. He never gave you a hard time and you never bullshitted him, which in turn formed a weird sort of respect between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at the huge man, turning back to Callahan's desk and inspecting his assortment of pens--which you thought was way too much and he probably doesn't even use all of them, but that only amped up his dorkish charm to you by, like, a thousand.

"You're one to talk, Hop." You scoffed, snatching a pen and beginning to click it continuously. "I bet your hand's tired from jerking off to Joyce Byers."

Hopper scowled, but a faint rosiness dusted his cheeks. "Okay, first off--" Click. "I do not jerk off to Joyce--" Click. "and unlike you--" Click. "I actually have the balls to ask her out--" Click. "she just hasn't--" Click. "WILL YOU STOP FUCKING CLICKING THAT GODDAMN PEN?!"

You didn't even flinch, casually stashing the pen away in your pocket before you stood and faced him. "Enough about you." You huffed, crossing your arms as your eyes levelled with his. Hopper may as well be a living brick wall walking around ready to punch whoever crossed him, but you were never intimidated by the chief of police whom you've admittedly grown a soft spot for. "Callahan on for patrol duty tonight?"

"Yeah, and you owe me big time." He frowned when you blatantly ignored him, but what was new? "I need as much manpower as I can get to investigate what the hell's going on with the pumpkin patches yet here I am, like a fucking idiot, helping to set you and Callahan up."

"You looove me~" You teased, patting his shoulder and granting him a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "This is all for a good cause, big guy. And just think, the sooner Callahan and I get together, the faster I'll be outta your hair!" You chuckled. "And hey, you're thinking too much into those pumpkin patches. Probably just some pumpkin farmers having a pumpkin war. Go big or gourd home, am I right?"

Hopper watched as you laughed obnoxiously loud at your stupid pun, looking so proud of yourself as little snorts wracked your smaller frame and your shoulders shook from sheer glee. He shook his head, sighing heavily to himself.

"God, I actually feel kinda bad for Callahan..."

•••♡•••

Night couldn't fall any quicker, but once it finally did your entire body was practically bursting with excitement like a child who's about to go out for trick or treating.

You hopped onto your bike, revving up the engine and driving even more maniacally than your Munson neighbour did out of the trailer park. You didn't even keep track anymore of how fast you were going, your hair flying as you raced down the road and were greeted by Halloween decorations strewn about in various houses' lawns.

A few minutes later, you found yourself on the empty road leading out of Hawkins. And just as you predicted--had hoped--the shrill blare of a siren sliced through the air and the all too familiar red and blue lights nearly blinded your vision as a police cruiser followed close on your tail.

You couldn't suppress the giddy grin that tore across your face, slowing down by the side of the road and the car pulling up next to you.

The butterflies in your stomach were doing fucking somersaults now as you heard the car door open and shut close, boots thudding on the ground as your favourite officer approached.

"Well, well, well... Lookie who we have here~?" The singsong voice made your grin widen even more if it was possible, making your cheeks hurt. The beam from a flashlight hit your eyes, and once your sight adjusted there was none other than Callahan, staring down at you with his pretty brown eyes. "If it isn't Lil Miss Trouble."

"Cally!" You giggled like some lovesick schoolgirl, and if we were being honest, you pretty much acted like you are. "Fancy seeing you here~ Halloween ain't 'til tomorrow, so why are ya out on patrol?"

"Beats me." He shrugged. "The chief suddenly put me on duty. Also, you know how much I hate that nickname." He grimaced, turning the flashlight off. It was quite dark, but you could still see him well enough due to a lone street lamp a couple feet away. "Get off."

His sudden commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, a certain part of you getting wet. And it didn't help that you decided to forgo panties, your slick coating the seat of your bike. You then jumped off, your breasts bouncing slightly. This action didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes dropping to your chest and trailing down your figure until his gaze landed on your skirt--if it could even be called that.

You were wearing a leather mini skirt that left little to the imagination, hugging your curves just right and showing off your thighs. He thought that if you made one wrong move, you'd flash him your panties; of course, not knowing you weren't even wearing any.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love your moustache?" You purred, heart leaping when he went speechless and his mouth hung agape.

His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, snapping out of his trance. "Only the first hundred times." He then cleared his throat, pointing an accusatory finger at you with a hand placed on his hip like a parent scolding their child. "Flattery won't work on me, Y/N. Do you know how fast you were going? And why weren't you wearing a helmet?"

"I know I was going pretty fucking fast!" You guffawed. "As for not wearing a helmet, well, what can I say? I don't like feeling restricted. I like being free. If I could, I'd totally go naked."

You saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped at your emphasis of "naked", a death grip on his flashlight as his jaw squared. "That's public indecency." He stated simply. He was getting better dealing with you, but the ever so slight crack in his voice was a telltale sign that you still very much had an intoxicating, beguiling effect on him. "And where the hell were you going? Were you...leaving Hawkins?"

You didn't miss the plaintive way he had asked the question, your heart melting. He cared for you. No matter how much trouble you caused everyone, caused him... He would still check up on you, and you even caught him several times keeping watch outside of your trailer when Will Byers went missing a year ago. He claimed that the police were patrolling every nook and cranny after the kid's disappearance, but you never saw Hopper or anyone else guarding other people's homes like how Callahan did yours.

"I'm not leaving, Phil." You breathed out, nothing more than a whisper as you looked up at him; serious, for once. Because as boring as this town was, you've grown fond of it. And Callahan played a big part in that and even if you weren't together, he was the closest to home that you've ever felt in a long fucking time.

He searched your face for any lies, brown eyes soft before a genuine smile graced his features. "You better not, Lil Miss Trouble." A beat passed between the two of you, breaths mingling together and you only just realized how close you both were standing to each other. He had you caged against your bike, and you had to strain your neck just to be eye level with the tall man.

Then something in his expression shifted, and soon he was drawing away from you. "W-Well, I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Just this once, though! Think of it as thanks for that time--" You cut off his rambling when you reached out, grabbing his hand.

"I didn't leave." You declared, an almost pleading tone in your voice. "So don't leave either, Phil."

For what felt like a dreadful eternity, you were swallowed by a deafening silence. You, who was usually so confident, found your will breaking with each passing second. Your grasp softened until you let go, feeling your heart sink to your stomach.

"...Forget it. Thanks, Cal--" But you couldn't finish; because in a blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. It was brief, feather light. But the chaste peck made your heart explode, and you didn't even question if this was just one of your silly fantasies. It felt too real--too good.

He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and his warm breath tickling your nose. "I'm not leaving." He murmured, such beautiful, sincere greenish brown eyes locking with yours. "I'm not leaving you, Y/N."

You felt tears prickle your eyes, but before you would ever allow them to fall you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. "Then prove it." And you crashed your lips with his, this time fiercely, passionately. You felt the rough brush of his moustache, but that only made everything feel astoundingly better.

He finally closed the gap between you two, looming over you, the flashlight clattering to the ground as his much larger hands clutched on to your hips before he easily lifted you and plopped you down on your bike's seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nipping on his bottom lip that elicited a gasp from him which you gladly took as the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and coaxed it into a sensual dance, earning him a most heavenly moan from you.

You two only pulled away for breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. But his glasses were foggy and tinkly laughter bubbled out of you, feeling like a druggie high off of life--high off of him.

He chuckled, taking his glasses off to wipe them before putting them back on. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?"

"On the contrary..." You were still laughing, but you held one of his hands still on your hip and guided it lower, lower, lower...until his palm was right on your bare pussy. "You always turn me on, Cal. It's pretty fucking ridiculous, honestly."

His breath hitched sharply when he felt how drenched you were, his pupils dilating and mouth forming an 'O' at the realization that you've been half naked this whole time. He pressed his palm closer to your core, your laughter instantly dying down as his thumb slowly rubbed circles around your clit. One of your hands flew to his hair, something you've always dreamt of doing ever since you saw the incredibly sexy messy state it was in the day you met him. Your other hand clung onto his shirt for dear life, a gasp escaping you as he pinched your nub and began to stroke his fingers along your slit.

He leaned down to your ear, his fingers gradually increasing their pace and you trembled from the pure ecstasy that overcame your senses just from his deft fingers. "You really are a little troublemaker, huh?" He chuckled, voice dropping an octave lower. "You planned this all along, didn't you? Fucking slut..." His lips dragged down your ear to the crook of your neck, biting down and leaving a mark that had you crying out. "My beautiful fucking slut."

"All yours, Officer~" You mewled, your hand latched onto his shirt making its descent to his crotch. You palmed him, feeling his prominent erection aching to spring free as he groaned. "Just be mine, too." You peered down at him, eyes hazy with desire and desperation. "Pretty please?"

"I think I've been yours ever since we met. Not like I had a choice on the matter, anyway." He snickered before capturing your lips once more in a sultry, intimate kiss. Your mouth moved in perfect tandem with his, but you both took your sweet time as everything else faded away. There was only you and Callahan, Callahan and you. And it's all you ever fucking wanted; all you needed.

Not breaking the kiss, you shucked your leather jacket off and carelessly tossed it to the ground. Your hands came up to cup the sides of his face, fingers caressing him tenderly while his hands crawled beneath your white tank top; imagine his pleasant surprise to discover that you didn't wear a bra either.

"Jesus..." He muttered, yanking your tank top up before kneading and squeezing your perfect breasts as his lascivious gaze met your own. "You're gonna kill a fucking cop here." He grunted, making you giggle which immediately turned into an elated whimper as he tweaked your pert nipples.

"Get down. Turn around. Ass up." He ordered, and you didn't at all hesitate to obey. In your haste, you nearly tumbled off of your bike though Callahan steadied you. "Eager, are we, Y/N?" He chuckled, but something about the way your name smoothly, seductively rolled off his tongue had you wanting to fall down on your knees and reverently suck him off instead. But you didn't dare disobey, spinning around with your back to him and bending over your bike.

Though something dropped to the ground as you bent over, making Callahan arch a brow as he picked it up.

"My pen?" He scoffed, and though you can't see him, you can feel his disapproving stare boring into the back of your head like daggers. "Naughty girl, now you're stealing? Tsk, tsk." He flipped up your skirt, your ass now in full view as he licked his lips. His hands groped the pillowy soft flesh, releasing a low whistle of appreciation as he squeezed before suddenly raising his hand and spanking you.

"Ah..!" You exclaimed, looking over your shoulder with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. "M'sorry, Officer~"

Smack! Another slap had you reeling in the best way possible, your pussy clenching at--unfortunately--nothing as you whimpered.

"Uh-uh. Didn't say you could look at me, did I, naughty girl?" He chided, seeing that you were wiggling your ass and trying to inch closer to him.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three slaps, one right after the other. Your flesh glowed red with his handprint, making him smirk devilishly.

"M'sorry..." You said again, your voice coming out as a meek squeak. But more. You wanted more, more, more. "I'm a good girl, I promise!"

"I'm sure you are~" He hummed leisurely. "Just gotta prove it to me, right, baby?"

Before you had any chance to reply, he prodded your legs apart with his knee and his pants unzipping sounded like the most divine music to your ears. Both of your breaths got caught in your throats as the tip of his cock pressed against your pussy, stroking up and down your entrance slowly, teasingly. Your lustful impatience getting the best of you because, fuck, you deserved this, you were just about to slide down onto him when he suddenly pushed his entire cock in with no warning.

And fuck he was big. Much bigger than you ever fantasized, completely stretching you out as a long moan was drawn out of you and your upper body fell like a ragdoll on your bike. You vaguely heard him laughing huskily before he started to move; carefully, as if he was afraid you might break.

But with you? That didn't last very long, any pathetic thread of patience he had snapping as soon his thrusts started to become rapid, hard, wild--hitting that amazing spot deep inside your gummy walls over and over again, the lewd squelches of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy perfectly harmonizing with skin slapping against skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..!" You screamed, toes curling and grinding your ass in time with his thrusts as he watched, utterly transfixed, with how you seemed to just fit him like a puzzle piece; the fucking addicting way you slammed back down onto him, your skin rolling with each bounce, your pussy clenching his cock like a goddamn vice and effortlessly accepting all of him.

He then wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head before pulling you up so that you were standing and your back was pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face just beneath your ear, hot pants grazing your skin as he never seized his pleasurable assault to your cunt as he continued to pound relentlessly into you like a beast in heat.

Suddenly, he pressed his pen to your clit. Your eyes widened as you felt the long, thin object rubbing against your sensitive mound, stroking and poking at your folds as his cock drove in and out, in and out.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the delicate column between your neck and shoulder, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly as he humped against you.

"Y-Yes, fuck, yes Officer..!" You choked out, rocking your hips desperately as you could almost see stars.

"Then cum, Y/N."

And you did; your walls fluttered and clamped down on his dick, your body stilling and eyes crossing as waves of the highest rapture coursed throughout your body. Callahan soon followed, a nearly animalistic groan accompanying the spurts of cum that gushed into your deepest, most intimate part as his hips stuttered to a halt.

You basked in silence, revelling in the satisfying afterglow. Then, agonizingly slowly, his twitching cock slid out of you, making you convulse and you could feel the hot cum trickling down your legs. He spun you around and gently grabbed your chin, tipping it up and examining your completely fucked out expression. You stuck your tongue out, and he didn't waste a precious moment as he leaned down and entwined your tongue with his. He held you closely, securely; hugging you to his broad chest as he stepped backwards until his back bumped into his car to support the both of you.

You were the first to pull away from the sloppy liplock, laying your head on his chest and sighing deeply. "That was..." You looked up at him, blinking dazedly. "...not what I expected."

"Did you not have fun?" He chuckled, though there was a hint of worry in his voice as his thumb lazily caressed your swollen bottom lip, kind brown eyes seeking yours. Shit, did he overdo it? Or worse... Did you realize that you actually weren't that into him?

"I did, it's just..." You trailed off before a giggle erupted out of you, shaking your head. "Y'know, the first time we met, I actually thought of you bending me over your car and fucking me. I never imagined I'd be bent over my bike."

"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you really are gonna be the death of me!" He whined dramatically, making you laugh and soon he joined you.

"So..." You grinned, fixing his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his sweaty, unruly curls that you loved too fucking much. "Was I a good girl, Cally~?"

"The fucking best." He returned your euphoric grin, booping your nose and, though he'd never admit it, he actually liked your nickname. Just for him, only by you. "Buuut you're a good girl that's coming back to the station with me."

"Huh? But I thought you're gonna let me off the hook for speeding?" You questioned, confused.

"I am, but you're forgetting your other crimes." He cleared his throat, rising to his full height and looming over you yet again. "Public indecency..." He traced his pen on your pussy, making you shudder as the cold metal glided across your skin up to the valley between your breasts. "...and theft."

"Well, Officer, if that's the case then you're not innocent either~" You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and dangling off of him much like you did the first time. "You stole my heart, after all~"

His face was as red as a tomato, smiling like a doofus as he hooked his hands under your plush thighs, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking you by surprise, but definitely not unwelcomed as he stared up at you with a stupidly smitten expression.

"We're partners in crime, then, Lil Miss Trouble~"

[rissa067]

callahan headcanons literally nobody asked for

oneshots

by

Rissa Clemente

these will probably never see the light of day

Charlie Callahan - headcanons

sfw

honestly this man loves loving you, like it's fucking gross how much he loves you

10/10 would recommend dating him because he would definitely be the world's best boyfriend

loves to bring you home flowers or treats when he gets off of work

will sometimes make pit stops on his patrols just to see you and get a quick lil kiss

his favorite thing in the world is kissing you until you're both breathless and grinning and it turns into something that definitely cannot wait until you're both in bed

this man goes feral for you playing with his hair and is not afraid to admit it at all

also really really loves being the little spoon because that usually means head scratches

sometimes it's hard to tell if he's a puppy or a man because between head scratches and his random bursts of energy, the world may never know

speaking of bursts of energy, he can go from just sitting on the couch to practically bouncing off of the walls in .00002 seconds and there's nothing you can do about it

absolutely nothing

will not hesitate to tell you when he's bored and needs attention either

he loves to just be around you and feel your presence and just be around you

will sometimes just show up at your house to tell you about the random shower thoughts he had and because he missed you

nsfw

speaking of missing you - this man is always horny and missing you. always.

has absolutely snuck away from patrol to either find you two fogging up the windows of the car or finding him in your bed between your thighs

king of giving head and isn't ashamed of it

LOVES having his hair pulled (and he absolutely has gotten horny from you innocently playing with it)

his favorite thing about you is how fucking good you taste and how pretty you sound

your responsiveness turns him on even more (if that was even possible)

he's very much a titty man, isn't afraid of marking you up as much as he can either

his favorite place to leave hickies is your neck and your chest because he likes to see the fruits of his labors

always always makes you cum at least thrice before he does because you're his pretty baby and he needs to make sure you're satisfied

king of aftercare??? like he loves to make sure you're comfy and he'll get you water and clean you up and snacks and he loves cuddling so he's absolutely down for that

always gives you goodnight kisses afterwards and holds you close and loves on you

[romanscoming]

i just know phil callahan likes women who will be mean to him. he’s just so lame and hot he can’t help but attract that type anyway (there’s not enough people in this fandom thirsting over this man btw)

ughhh yes, I swear he does.. just for this ill right a short smut or maybe angst;

Hard to get reader and Phil Callahan youuu know, with him getting rejected but keeps trying and she just loves the attention?

[sargebarnesx]

Jealousy

Pairing: Jim Hopper x female reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Age gap, dirty talk, unprotected sex, sex in his office, Hop’s a bit of a dom

Words: 2.3k ish?

Summary: Phil Callahan has a massive crush on you and Jim Hopper doesn’t want to admit that he’s jealous.

Author’s Note: please forgive me for two things: 1. If Hopper seems a bit OOC, it’s been a while since I’ve watched ST but I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while. 2. If I missed any warning/info that should have been provided. I haven’t posted fanfic on tumblr in about a decade so I’m out of practice. Hope y’all enjoy though!

Jim Hopper would never admit to being jealous.

He would describe himself as laid back when it came to relationships. Besides, when was he ever tied down to anyone long enough to get jealous? He would go with the flow, which usually meant he would have one night stand after one night stand and never call any of them ever again.

Until he met you.

You were a decade younger, but that didn’t bother him. You had a past, hell, so did he. He didn’t care. You started working at the station, that was great, he could see you every day and he definitely didn’t mind that. There was only one thing that seemed to be bothering him lately…

Phil Callahan had a massive crush on you.

Jim Hopper would never admit to being jealous, especially not of Phil Callahan.

You wore tight skirts and cute heels to work, a stark contrast from Flo’s ankle-length dresses and sensible shoes. You were young and pretty, what did he expect? You spent a lot of your time flittering around the station, helping where you could, filing, cleaning, making and answering calls. In between all of that, you found time to innocently flirt with Phil. You knew what you were doing; you knew it was going to make Jim’s blood boil every time he caught you sitting on the corner of Phil’s desk in your tight black skirt that hugged the curve of your ass perfectly. You were putting on a show, albeit one that had maybe gone on for too long. But you wanted to see how long it would take Hopper to crack.

Your white button-up top exposed your collarbone, giving everyone at the station a tiny peek of the smooth skin hiding underneath it. The black pumps that adorned your feet made a clicking sound as you walked back and forth and back and forth. Every time you passed by Jim’s open office door, he looked up from his paperwork in the hope of catching a glimpse. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

Neither could Phil.

Why did that make him seethe with jealousy?

Deep down, he knew why. He knew why seeing another man’s eyes rake over your body drove him absolutely insane.

He knew it was because that body had been writhing underneath him a mere seven hours ago. He knew it was because when you woke up next to him this morning, all you wanted was his dick in your mouth. He knew that you were probably still thinking about the way he railed you before your morning shower with your hair wrapped around his fist. How could you not be? He certainly was.

You were walking around the station with a familiar swing in your hips, a skip in your step, humming one of your favorite songs. Flo had commented that you were in a surprisingly good mood for a Monday morning. No one knew the things the two of you did off the clock and Jim wasn’t sure if they should. He didn’t want people to think you only had a job because you were screwing the chief. You deserved a better reputation than the one he had earned.

Jim heard the clicking of your heels getting closer as you approached his office. “Hey chief,” you say, rapping your knuckles against the door frame. You held a brown folder in your hand. “Whatcha got?” Hopper asks, holding his hand out to take the folder. Before you could respond, you slowly pushed the door closed. “Somethin’ serious?” Jim raises an eyebrow at your actions but doesn’t question you further. You set the folder down on his desk gently.

“I can feel your eyes on me every time I walk by,” you say, sitting in the chair opposite his desk and crossing your legs at the knee. Hopper leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out. You can feel the tip of his shoe rub against your ankle. “Yeah?” He remarks, “Can you feel Callahan’s too?” You nod, rolling your eyes, “Of course I can, but you looking up from your paperwork each time I walk by is what’s got me distracted.”

Hopper smirks, dragging his eyes over your exposed thighs. “Is that so?” He asks, “Not Callahan panting like a dog at your feet?”

You run a hand slowly through your hair, flipping it to one side. “Phil has been like that since high school. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to realize that if he hasn’t gotten any from me by now, he never will,” you explain. Hopper nods, his face emotionless as he moves his legs away from you. You follow his actions and lean in toward his desk.

“Besides,” you say, “I’ve had a lot on my mind today and I can’t say Phil Callahan has crossed it even once. You, on the other hand…”

“Me?” Jim asks, leaning back in his chair with his hands crossed behind his head, “What about me?”

He knows what he’s doing. That was your invitation and he knows you’ll take it. He watches as your mouth quirks up the tiniest bit in the corner, always one for a challenge. Hopper watches intently as you stand and make your way around the desk. He happily obliges when you motion for him to push his chair back a bit.

His hands immediately fly to the backs of your thighs when you straddle him and he has to hold back a groan as your hot pussy brushes against him. He takes in a sharp breath as you lean close to his ear.

“The chief wants to know what I’m thinkin’?” Your breath is hot against the shell of his ear. He nods, rubbing his hands from the backs of your knees to the curve of your ass. “I’m thinkin’ about your cock, chief, and how it feels when you’re filling up my pussy,” you place a kiss on the side of his neck, “I’m thinkin’ about laying back on this desk so you can fuck me right now.”

Jim presses his face in the crook of your neck to hide his groan. He hopes his office is far enough away from everyone so they can’t hear him. “You feel too good, baby,” he thrusts his hips up, trying to get closer but there are too many layers, “You know I’ll be too loud.”

You kiss him, deep and hard, taking his hands and pushing them onto your ass. “Maybe Phil will hear you and realize he doesn’t stand a chance,” you whisper with a smirk against his mouth. Hopper squeezes your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, undoubtedly leaving a mark.

You push yourself back up into a standing position, then take a seat on his desk. “So, are you gonna help me?” You ask, placing your right foot on the arm of his chair, feeling your skirt ride up. His eyes rake over you, going from your hip to your ankle, and you can tell his fingers are itching to touch you. “Or am I gonna have to do it myself?” You lift your left leg and place it on the opposite arm, exposing yourself to him. You trail your fingers down between your legs, feeling the wet heat that has soaked your panties.

“Touch me,” you whine, pushing your panties to the side to thrust a finger deep into your throbbing pussy, “please.” He watches under hooded eyes, his hands resting on your ankles. Your finger circles your clit and you hold back a moan, remembering that there’s only a door separating the two of you from everyone else. His hands creep higher and he traces lightly across your skin. “Unbutton your shirt,” he murmurs. You pull your fingers away from your pussy, wet and glistening, and slowly slip your buttons open.

One by one, you expose the skin of your chest to him. He can see the black lace of your bra and the swell of your breasts, heaving up and down as you pull your shirt off. “Fuck,” he mutters, “You’re so damn beautiful.” He gets closer to you with these words, filling the space between your thighs. He places a kiss at the base of your throat and you gasp as his beard tickles your skin. “Jim…” you groan, “I need you right now.”

He stands, crowding you, towering over you, with one hand on his belt buckle. You can see how hard he is, how his big dick strains against his uniform pants. “You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you on my desk?” He asks under his breath, palming himself over his pants. You nod, lying back over folders and papers. He hooks a finger in each cup of your bra and pulls, exposing your tight, hard nipples. “You are so turned on, baby,” he whispers against your nipple before wrapping his lips around you, “Bet that sweet pussy is soaked.”

A chill runs down your spine at his words. You want nothing more than to have him ram his thick cock inside of you, but his tongue on your tits is driving you absolutely insane. You wrap your legs around his waist. “Jim, please,” you’re getting desperate at this point. You want him inside you now.

His belt falls open first. Then he pops open the button and lowers the zipper. You’re one layer away from finally feeling him. You tighten your legs and pull him into you, whining when you feel his length pressed against you. “Easy, baby,” he says softly, “Be patient.”

He pulls away from you and pushes his boxers down, finally. His cock bobs between the two of you and he hisses when the cool air hits him. He pumps himself a few times while you watch, wetness pooling between your legs. You want your panties off, you want him to fill you up, you want to feel him. “You ready for this cock, baby?” He says. You nod, “I’ve been ready. You know this pussy is yours.” He smirks, reaches under your skirt, and pulls your panties down your legs in one movement. You squirm as he takes his place back between your thighs. The head of his cock brushes against you and you moan, bucking your hips towards him.

Jim is grinning; he loves seeing how much you want him, how much you need him.

“You want it all?”

You nod again.

He pushes into you, so familiar, so filling. He groans into your mouth, bites down on your lip, and pumps his hips back and forth. You’re gripping his biceps, your noses are touching, and his eyes are trained on yours.

“Atta girl,” he groans, “Atta fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this. Taking my cock on my desk at the station. You think Callahan could take you like this? You think Callahan could make your pussy this wet?”

You shake your head.

“You want Callahan to fuck you on his desk out there? You wanna tease him until he can’t take it anymore?”

His thrusts are getting sloppy, his desk is creaking beneath you. He’s already gotten you there twice and is working towards a third. “Oh…baby…girl…fuck,” he moans, his words each enunciated by a snap of his hips. Your hands are gripping the hair at the base of his neck and you know without a doubt that your bottom lip will have an intense indent from your teeth.

“You want my cum? You want it deep inside this pussy?” He growls. You nod, unable to form words, unable to think with the cloud of bliss that is currently fogging up your brain. “Use your words, baby. I wanna hear you…” he says, gripping your wrists and slamming them down on his desk above your head. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice shaking, “Yes, please, cum inside me.”

Suddenly, you feel like a rubber band snaps somewhere deep inside of you. Your back arches off of the desk and your eyes squeeze shut; you wish he didn’t have your hands pinned above your head because you’d love to dig your nails into his strong shoulders. Then he’s moaning - loud and deep, while he spills himself inside of you. Your body goes limp as he wraps his arms around you. He’s so warm and you cry out at the absence of his heat when he pulls out of you. “Jim…” you whine.

“Shh,” he says, digging through his drawers to find a random towel that he knows is buried in there somewhere. It’s scratchy and has a couple of holes, but he uses it to clean you up. His rough grips have turned to soft touches. He gingerly puts your heels back on your feet while you fix your bra and pull your shirt back on. When you stand, he pulls the bottom of your skirt down and gives your ass a gentle squeeze.

It’s a silent remark, something that tells you he enjoyed himself, that he loves you, and that he wouldn’t mind a round two this evening when you both get home.

“How do I look?” You ask, gesturing to your hair. Hopper leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette, “Gorgeous, as always.”

You smooth your hands through your hair and quickly swipe under your eyes, realizing then that you’ve been in Hopper’s office for far too long, your mascara is far too smeared, and your once crisp and perfect shirt is far too wrinkled.

With one last glance at him, you reach for his office door handle and pull it open. An officer is standing there, frozen in place with his fist in the air as though he was about to knock. You slip past him, grab a stack of folders on your way back to your desk, and call over your shoulder, “Oh, hi Phil!”

[thetargaryenbride]

𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 - [1]

Summary:  𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫...

Warnings: none

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 5040

A.N: 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘯𝘨𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢. 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘛 𝘹 𝘏𝘎 𝘈𝘜 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺/𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌~ 💚🐸 𝑨𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑶𝑶𝑪 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 💚🌿

Masterlist || Chapter 2 

Your hands stung as you adjusted your hold on the ax yet again before striking the nth piece of wood for the day and watched as it split in two and rolled into your feet. You bent down to pick up the pieces and threw them in the huge pile next to you.

It was around that time in District Seven when you all had to prepare and chop trees for the winter and send pile after pile to the other Districts. As if creating furniture and providing other commodities wasn't enough, you had to make sure the others stayed warm during the cold months, and because it was such a long, tedious process you had to start in the middle of the summer so you could finish by mid-autumn. Thankfully, they had their own woods and they weren't expecting supplies solely from your District which was good because otherwise, this would have surely been the end of your forests. It was still a pain in the ass that you had to deal with this on top of everything else.

Someone hissed on your left and you quickly turned to look at them, noticing no other than your own brother dropping a piece of wood and grabbing his hand.

"Did you get a splinter in again?" you asked and he nodded as he tried to pull it out. "Will, how many times have I told you to not come chopping wood? You're still little," you sighed as you neared the boy and crouched in front of him, taking his smaller hand in yours and plucking out the irritable tiny menace that used to bugger you all the time back when you first began actively learning to work with wood and axes.

"But I wanna help," he pouted and you chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"You're doing more than enough already, little fawn."

"C’mon, you two. No slacking. Finish your piles and let's go home," called out Jonathan from somewhere across and you rolled your eyes.

"Aye, aye, captain!"

Soon after, you were all done and washing your hands under the cool water flowing from the stream nearby. And before long, you were happily heading for the comforts of your home alongside the rest of the workers, ignoring the couple of Peacekeepers who were escorting you. Thankfully, the Peacekeepers in your District were not violent and your people even communicated with some of them, like Officer Phil Callahan and Officer Calvin Powell who were very sweet and even dorky.

It was that time of the day, right at the vanishing of twilight, when it was getting darker but there was still a bit of light peeking from the horizon, and the whole sky was painted in shades of blue and purple, mixing together perfectly – something your district loved to call the hour of Delphi, named after the flower Delphinium for its exact shades of blues and purples.

The coos of Mourning Doves echoed all around you, carried by the wind that ruffled the trees’ leaves and sprinkled them throughout the air. Jonathan caught one and placed it on his fist, slamming his palm against it. The clapping noise drew your attention to him and when he removed his palm to show off the hole he had created in the leaf, you and Will rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless.

“Look,” you whispered excitedly as you squeezed Will’s shoulder and leaned a bit, pointing towards the woods. “Forest stars.”

“Those are called fireflies,” he giggled.

“But it’s much more magical to call them forest stars! It almost feels like we’re living in an enchanted forest!”

“One can dream.”

Sometimes you did feel like you were living in an enchanting forest. Sure, you had tons of work to do and your District wasn’t exactly the richest as compared to One, Two, and Four, but you weren’t poor either. You were in the “golden middle” as some would say, and most of the people were somewhat satisfied with their way of life. It really did help that you were surrounded by nature. Ever since you were a child you’ve felt like your District was the luckiest for being surrounded by so much greenery, gorgeous sceneries, beautiful flowers, useful plants, and majestic animals. If one could forget about the Capitol, the tedious labor, and the looming games of death, it almost did seem like living in an enchanted forest.

“At last,” exhaled Jonathan once your house came into view. “I can’t wait to wash all this filth off,” he groaned.

You crossed the wooden bridge over the river and walked down the little pathway that led to your cottage’s entrance. You took your dirty shoes off and left them on the porch before entering.

“We’re home!”

“Welcome home!” greeted your mother as she rushed to hug each one of you, making you arch an eyebrow at the sight of her stained apron.

“What are you making for dinner?”

“Bread and jam, and,” she drawled, “jam and bread!”

“The smell says otherwise,” commented Jonathan.

“Okay, so it’s stew.”

“Yes! My favorite!” exclaimed Will and you chuckled.

“Bathroom is all mine,” you told Jonathan and you could see his eyes widen and fill with challenge. Before anyone could say anything, the two of you bolted for the room, almost tripping and bumping into each other. In the end, you won and slammed the door in your brother’s face, making him groan after you let out a triumphant ��Whoop’.

After dinner, you retreated to the small balcony on the second floor. Sitting on the railing and swinging your legs back and forth, you enjoyed the warm summer breeze, the quiet sound of the flowing river, and the sight of the big willow tree in front of your house with multiple fireflies floating around.

“You’ve been distracted today,” came Jonathan’s voice from behind and you gave him a look over your shoulder.

“You know how I get around that time of the year,” you murmured and he sighed, coming to sit by your side.

“Yeah, I know…The Reaping is tomorrow.”

“We’ll have to dress all nice and pristine with flowers and pretty hairstyles and all that bullshit just to parade ourselves in front of all these cameras. And then they’re gonna pick two of us. Pigs for slaughter,” you huffed.

It was indeed quite so peculiar how one of the few times you could get to feel pretty, neat, and polished, was when you had to play the role of a sacrificial lamb, solely and purely for the entertainment of rich, pompous, pampered, brainwashed tomfools.

“You’re not saying that kind of stuff in front of other people…right?” your brother asked a bit worriedly and you shut your eyes in exasperation.

“Of course not Jonathan. Do you think me stupid? That I’ll just go out there and start saying all that? Risk being accused of a traitor or a rebel and be taken by the Peacekeepers and most importantly put you all in danger?” you asked incredulously and he lifted his hands in surrender.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I just…can’t help but worry sometimes.”

“I know…I know…”

“Look, you don’t have to worry about tomorrow, ok? Everything is going to be fine.”

“Easy for you to say. Last year was your last as a potential Tribute. But me and Will-”

“Hey,” he interrupted you and made you look at him. “Everything is going to be fine,” he accentuated each word as he tried to seep as much reassurance into you as possible and you sighed, grabbing his hand to seek more comfort which he gladly gave while scooching closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You leaned on him and the two of you fell into silence, watching the trickling water and thinking about the way time moved just like it.

You did not want the morrow to come but it was unavoidable and you had to make your peace with it.

You were silent as you helped Will prepare, handing him a white shirt and black pants to put on, while your mother and Jonathan were busy making breakfast – already having dressed.

“It’s my first year,” whispered the boy suddenly and you tried to give him an encouraging smile.

“It is. But that’s good. It means your name is in there only once. What are the odds? One to hundreds?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right…”

“C’mon…put these on so we can have breakfast and go,” you ruffled his hair before leaving his room to give him privacy and heading for your own to pick an outfit for yourself.

You closed the door and leaned on it, letting out a shaky breath as you allowed yourself a moment of silence and stillness, closing your eyes. You had to remind yourself that you had to be strong for your family and keep being the support they needed – especially Will, especially right now.

You released a sharp puff of air as you gathered yourself and marched further into the room. As you opened the wardrobe, you ran through every piece of garment you owned, stopping at an ivory dress with a couple of layers. You threw it on, sliding the puff sleeves up your arms and adjusting the fabric. Then you took a corset and tied it nicely at the front. It had beautiful floral embroideries on it that your mother had sewn. You’ve always said she could rival the seamstresses from District Eight if she wanted to.

“Want me to braid your hair? Or you’d rather have it loose?” came your mother’s voice from the entrance and you shook your head.

“Let it be loose. I do want one of those willow tree rose crowns that you always make, though,” she smiled at your request and you returned it.

Joyce nodded her head to signify her retreat and quickly left the house, going to the river where she bent to pick some of the unique flowers and intertwine them into a pretty crown. Nobody knew how exactly these flowers came into existence because they appeared to be a mixture of delphinium and roses, yet a bit different, and came in different sizes and colors – mostly white, purple, blue, and pink shades. They grew more specifically under willow trees and people loved to call them willow tree roses.

“You look stunning, dearest,” smiled Joyce after she put the flower crown on your head and you sighed heavily, making her smile falter. “I know you’re nervous but this is your last year. Once the Reaping ceremony ends, it’s all over with, once and for all,” she put a hand on your cheek and tried to put as much confidence in her voice as possible, although you could decipher the worry she was trying so hard to hide.

“Jonathan was lucky. He’s safe now. Hopefully, I’ll be just as lucky today. And hopefully Will-” you choked on your last words, eyes flickering to the door, causing Joyce to hush you gently.  

“He won’t be chosen,” she spoke firmly. “He won’t.”

“Hey,” Jonathan knocked lightly on the door a moment later before pushing it open. “What are you two doing in here? A secret council meeting?” he joked and the two of you chuckled.

“It’s just girl talk. Don’t be nosy,” you stuck your tongue out and he rolled his eyes.

“C’mon. We have to go.”

“What about breakfast?”

“Because you took so long to prepare, we’ll eat as we walk. Thankfully, I made toast with jam today,” he quipped and you smacked his shoulder lightly, making him snicker and stuck his tongue out.

You tried to hide the way his announcement left a bitter feeling in your mouth and you felt your mom squeeze your hand as she sent you a look and you nodded, exiting your room. Will was already by the entrance, fidgeting nervously and silently munching on his toast.

You took his hand in yours and looked at your mother and older brother who came by your side and the four of you walked out of your home and down the familiar cobblestone path that led to the center of the district.

You tried to enjoy the nature around you as you walked but there was an increasingly heavy feeling gnawing at you and you couldn’t stop the thoughts that swirled in your head, looming like dark clouds ready to rain lightning bolts on water.

“Y/N/N!” you looked up when you heard a familiar voice and a smile immediately grew on your face.

“Steve!” you waved with your free hand and the boy in question ran to you, engulfing you in a hug and lifting you in the air, swinging you left and right, making you giggle as you nuzzled in his shoulder and grasped at the back of his shirt, cheeks heating when you felt his lips graze the skin on your neck.

It was a much-needed distraction.

He let you down then and captured your lips in a kiss which made your brothers groan and look away. You, Steve, and your mother burst out in giggles at their reaction, always enjoying the way they’d embarrassingly look away and scrunch up their faces.

“Oh, come now, Jonathan. Like you and Nancy don’t kiss,” teased Steve and your brother’s cheeks flushed as he stuttered out some sort of defensive answer.

“We’ll be late, you all! C’mon! There’s time for all this later,” berated you Joyce and you sobered up, taking Will and Steve by the hand as you resumed your walking.

Not long after, you arrived at the center of the District and the crowd began getting thicker and thicker, everyone flocking towards a couple of specifically assigned places in front of the Hall of Justice. Will planted his feet on the ground which made you and Steve halt and turn to look at him. The boy gulped as his worried eyes darted everywhere and you leaned, placing a hand on his cheek.

“Hey. It’s time to sign in now. They’ll take a drop of blood but it’s not going to hurt at all. We’ve talked about this. You have nothing to worry about, okay?” you placed a kiss on the crown of his head before your focus was grabbed by a couple of familiar figures approaching you.

“Will!” shouted Mike and your brother turned to look at his best friends jogging towards him, making him smile. At least he wasn’t going to be all alone down in the lines.

“Hey, boys,” you chirped and they smiled as everyone began exchanging greetings and pleasantries, successfully lighting up the mood even if it was by a bit.

The good thing about your party was that even in the darkest of moments, when all of you gathered together, everyone seemed to breathe a bit easier and the heaviness and sorrow would be simply brushed aside.  

“Are you scared too?” asked Will and the three boys nodded.

“Dude, if I get Reaped, I swear, I’ll just jump off the platform before the timer’s up and off myself,” groaned Dustin. “Seems like less of a hassle.”

“Oh, shut up. Don’t talk about offing yourself! That’s just disturbing as hell,” Lucas scrunched up his face and nudged his friend’s shoulder.

“God, you kids are just dark,” Steve furrowed his brows in disturbed astonishment, hands on his hips, as he observed the group of four.

“Hey, c’mon you guys. No time for dilly-dallying,” berated you one of the Peacekeepers. “Go to your respectful lines.”

“We’re going, Phil, we’re going.”

You shared a look with the others as you were guided in another direction by Officer Callahan and Steve sent you one last glance as he was escorted to the Hall of Justice.

You stood in line and watched girls your age and younger get their fingers pricked before passing forward. It was mandatory for everyone between the age of twelve and eighteen – possible Tributes – to provide a blood sample as it was the government’s way to identify people and keep tabs on the District population.

You couldn’t tear your eyes off Steve who was climbing the stairs of the podium and taking his place next to the mayor and other Hunger Games Victors and you jumped from fright when a hand landed on your shoulder, making you whirl around sharply and come face to face with no other than Nancy.

“If you could only pay the same amount of attention to your best friend as you do your boyfriend,” she commented with a knowing smirk and you let out a half-hearted snort.

“Sorry, I’m just…distracted.”

“A coin for your thoughts?”

“It’s just…it’s our last year, Nance... What if one of us gets Reaped? I mean…mom says not to worry and all but, the previous games? It was supposed to be Steve’s last year too. He was so happy…so calm…so…positive that everything would be okay…And he got Reaped,” you finally said out loud some of the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind for the past couple of days.  

“Does he still have nightmares?“ asked the girl quietly and you nodded.

“Of course, he does. He had to kill a person. It haunts him and it’s not going to stop anytime soon.”

“How many times did you put your name in?” she blurted out suddenly and you stared at her for a moment, silent, before speaking up.

“Twenty.”

“Y/N!” she snapped, eyes widening.

“Please, don’t bust my eardrums,” you lifted a hand in surrender. “This year was a bit harsher than the others. We needed that damn grain and oil, ok?” you sighed as you looked at your feet, scratching your arm, and Nancy’s face melted into one of sympathy.

“Next!” the voice of the government official interrupted your conversation and you turned to face the woman, extending your arm so she could prick your finger. You stamped the empty space on the paper and she scanned the fingerprint with a device. It beeped and shone green and she signaled you to move forward, calling for the next in line.

You stopped to wait for your friend and when she passed, you locked arms and walked arm in arm towards your assigned places – the oldest at the front, the youngest at the back. The parents and those above eighteen were at the side, males and females separated into two groups, all lining up like soldiers.

Everything was well organized and things were moving quickly. Before you knew it, everyone had gathered at the square and the buzzing noise of the murmuring and hustling crowd was replaced by dead silence as you listened to Larry’s annual speech and waited for the typical Capitol escort to join him in selecting this year’s Tributes.

“Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!” greeted a woman who wore a ridiculously frilly, extravagant dress with many tiny, sparkling gems that reflected the light and made her have this shiny, dreamlike appearance.

She was dressed in shades of green and pink which you supposed she picked to represent your district. Her hair was tangled in an intricate, heavily braided updo and she had a couple of shimmering emeralds in her locks, matching with her necklace and dangling earrings. She looked stunning and like a fever dream but all you could think of was the amount of money her precious stones could be traded for that could be used to better the life in many districts or how it must have taken hours, if not days, for the people at District Eight to have sewn this outfit, the thought of their hands and fingers filled with calluses and scratches and reddened skin making your gut clench.  

“Now, before we begin, we have a very special film. Brought to you all the way from the Capitol,” she exclaimed with a smile and you and Nancy shared a look of annoyance as the same video you’ve been shown every year began playing again, speaking of the rebellion, the founding of the games and of course, the glory of the Capitol and President Martin Brenner.

“War. Terrible war,” mouthed Nancy and you suppressed a smile from growing.

“War. Terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them-“

You chose to tune it out and focus on your boyfriend instead, feeling a pang inside at the sight of him fidgeting in his spot, standing next to the mayor and the other higher-ups. You couldn’t imagine the amount of unpleasant memories and PTSD that were hitting him at this very moment.  

And the thought of him having to relive all this, every year for the rest of his life because he was a mentor now and would have to lead other tributes into becoming pieces of meat that would certainly die in the arena, made the disgust you felt for the Capitol grow. He had already lost a bit of his glimmer since the last games. You didn’t want a chunk of him to be taken away bit by bit with every following year until he inevitably becomes an empty shell or an addict as Hopper did.

Another pang hit you at the thought of the older man and your hands clenched in fists.

When was this madness going to end?

“This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future.”

“Marvelous!” exclaimed the woman as she clapped, wide grin faltering just a tad bit when nobody else clapped alongside her. She cleared her throat awkwardly but did not let the smile fade away. “Now, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District Seven in the Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games.”  

You turned halfway, scooping the crowd of guys over your shoulder, trying to locate Will. You found him at the side of the line, way back alongside Mike, Dustin, and Lucas. Your heart clenched when you saw that the four of them grasped each others’ hands. You couldn’t imagine how scared they must be right now. Or rather, you could, because you’ve been in their shoes before and frankly, you were afraid right now, and you would keep being afraid until Will officially turned nineteen.

“As usual, ladies first,” the woman’s voice interrupted your train of thought and you turned to look at her, taking Nancy’s hand in your own.

You remembered how the two of you had stood in the same square last year, although you had Barbara by your side…until she was reaped alongside Steve. It had been a huge blow to your party and especially to you and Nancy.

You gulped nervously as you trailed the woman’s form and saw her slowly approach the huge glass bowl full of folded paper and stuck her arm inside, pulling one out of the whole sea before returning to the microphone. She unfolded it and her eyes skimmed over the letters before she finally announced it out loud.

“Nancy Wheeler!”

Your body tensed and you could feel Nancy’s hand squeeze yours painfully tight as her eyes widened. Everyone turned to look at her and you could feel Jonathan’s burning gaze join them.

You squeezed her hand back encouragingly and she took a shaky breath before releasing you from her deathly grip, taking a few hesitant steps through the line of people until she reached the path where two Peacekeepers were waiting for her. They stood expectantly as she began walking down the pathway and they escorted her to the podium.

“Come on up!” grinned the woman as she beckoned her over with her hand and Nancy gulped, climbing the stairs and joining her in front of everyone.

She could see Mike looking paler than usual as he stared at her with pure horror. She could see her parents to the side, looking mortified. Her father was more calm and collected but she could see it all in his eyes while her mother let it show on her face. She felt tears pricking at her eyes but she knew she had to keep herself together and not show any sign of weakness so she swallowed them and straightened up.

“And now for the boys.”

This whole ceremony was becoming too long and tedious and you felt as if they were doing it on purpose to keep people on edge for as long as possible. You played with your fingers, picking at the skin, for you could not sit still, and you tried battling away the horrible feeling that had engulfed you.

The moment the name slipped past her lips, all color drained from your face.

“William Byers!”

Your heart plummeted at the announcement and you felt like someone punched the air out of you. You could hear your mother’s sharp intake of air resonate in the deadly silence that had befallen the crowd ever since the mayor began his speech and you sharply turned around to look at where your brother was standing, frozen in his spot. Two Peacekeepers approached him and grabbed him by the arm when he refused to move on his own.

“Don’t touch him!”

“Let him go!”

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas shouted when the men began pulling Will away and others had to go and restrain them. They kicked and wriggled in their grasp as Will was escorted further down the road and your breathing was increasing dramatically alongside your heartbeat. You felt like you were on the verge of collapse.

Your worst fear came to fruition. It became a reality you had prayed so hard to prevent from happening.

How many people were you going to lose to these games?

First Barbara. Then Steve almost died. Now Nancy and your brother were being sent to their death.

It’s like the world was coming for you all.

You looked on helplessly as your brother passed by you, the two of you sharing panicked looks briefly until he approached the podium and was helped up by the woman because he could barely stand on his feet due to the shock and fear.

But you didn’t have to be helpless.

You could do more than just watch. And who knows, maybe you’d even be able to save two lives this time around.

So you didn’t hesitate to lift your arm in the air. It went above the sea of heads, sticking like a sore thumb and drawing everyone’s attention.

“I volunteer as Tribute,” you spoke out but it was so quiet and breathy that even you could barely hear yourself.

“Sorry, what was that, dear?” asked the woman and you gulped the lump that was stuck in your throat before lowering your arm and walking out of the crowd, stepping onto the pathway so everyone could see and hear you better. Phil and Calvin looked at each other, wondering if they should obscure your way and take you back and they took a step forward but that’s when you interrupted them, screaming out what you had said just a couple of seconds ago, now more confidently.

“I volunteer as Tribute!”  

Joyce’s hand flew to her mouth as a new wave of tears rolled down her cheeks and she leaned on Jonathan as her shoulders shook with silent sobs and the boy wrapped his arms around her, looking on with utter defeat.

Steve was no different. He felt his entire body shudder and he was this close to bolting towards you, grabbing you, and shutting your mouth, but he remained rooted on his spot, body numb and not obeying what his mind wanted to do. He could only clench his fists and try to remain calm as he watched you walk to the podium.

“Can we just clarify this, hun? You wish to replace Mrs. Wheeler, is that it?” asked the woman.

“Yes,” you replied as you began climbing the stairs and the woman let out a pleasantly surprised ‘Whoa’.

“Well, that’s certainly an interesting turn of events! Mrs. Wheeler, you’re… free to go,” she instructed the girl and Nancy slowly walked away, the two of you passing each other on the stairs. She sent you an incredulous look and your lips twitched, trying to give her a little smile as your hands brushed. “What is your name, dear?” asked the woman after she took you by the arm and guided you to the mic.

“Y/N Byers.”

“Oh me, oh my, that is unexpected! Oh, I bet you’re the older sister of this sweet boy over there,” she proclaimed and you turned to look at Will who was the definition of a deer caught in headlights.

“I am.”

“Well, Y/N, what you did was very noble. Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for District Seven’s tributes, Y/N Byers and William Byers!” declared the woman brightly as she clapped but once again nobody returned the gesture.  

Everyone touched their lips with their fingers and lifted their arms in the air in the three-finger salute – a salute that represented people showing solidarity to one another.

“It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.”

You couldn’t believe that your mother’s words, these exact words, reached you right at this moment as you stared at the sea of people saluting you and sending you off.

And while you loved the gesture and appreciated that everyone showed their admiration towards you, you also couldn’t help but think that they were too quick to bury you. You didn’t blame them, for you never appeared to be a tough and powerful girl. But there was fight in you. It was temporarily smothered by the shock of the Reaping but it was now coming back full force, the salute reminding you who you truly were and igniting every cell in your body. And right then and there you swore that you would protect your brother no matter the cost.

“Thank you, everyone. Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!”

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Can I request being Jim Hoppers' daughter and after he "dies" Phil Callahan and Officer Powell (readers Godfathers) take her in and just headcanons on them taking care of teenage!fem!Hopper!reader and basically being uncle figures/father figures to her (hope this makes sense)

Jim Hopper’s Daughter (Featuring Father and GodFather Headcanons)

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• Being the child of Hopper, you would have just thought he was a pretty average parent during the time he looked after you. It’s only after he supposedly “dies” and is no longer around that you really start to appreciate how much he looked out for you and how much he tried his best under the circumstances.

• Callaghan and Powell would have been pretty well known to you before Hopper was gone. Not only did they work with him on a close basis and were friends, but also seemed to be important enough in both of your lives for them to have become God Fathers in the event of a tragedy. So, despite the terrible situation, you were still able to have been taken in by the both of them to a comfortable environment you knew well.

• Neither of them really grasp the concept of privacy quite like other people’s guardians would due to trying to keep an eye on you after Hopper was no longer around while also making sure you behave yourself, obviously using their jobs as leverage. If you’re ever out of line, just know that these two will be called immediately.

• Despite this, they’re both pretty nice to be around and they do try their best to look after you as best as you can. It may seem overbearing as you’re no longer a small child, but you must admit that Callaghan’s humour would make you laugh and give you comfort at times.

• Powell would probably be the one to take charge and be the one to have more serious conversations with you while Hopper wasn’t around. You’re growing up so he wants you to be educated and smart about certain situations if he’s able to make sure of it. And he’s probably the one you would go to for some genuine advice about serious topics if you really need to.

• They may struggle to understand and connect with you at times, as you’re a teenage girl, so you can’t really blame them for struggling at times. But they do try their best. When Hopper miraculously turns back up and is shown to be very much alive you’re all obviously thrilled, but this also means you’ll probably spend more time with all three of them in the future (not only to show gratitude but for also realising how good of people they actually are towards you).

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Breaking the Law

by Nevertheless_5

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Phil Callahan Additional Tags: Bisexual Male Character, Drunk Steve Harrington, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Crushes, Humor, Semi-Public Sex, Steve Harrington Has a Big Dick, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Fluff and Smut, Handcuffs, Strangers to Lovers Words: 5,058 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Steve was admittedly drunk and high but he knew he’d seen his cellmate somewhere before. He racked his brain, trying to remember that face in some other context. Visualizing wasn’t an easy task right now though. “Hey.” The guy ignored him, all laid out on one of the barely padded beds, reading a paperback, his legs stretched out in front of him and ankles crossed, like it was an afternoon at the park instead of 3am in a holding cell on a Saturday night. He wouldn’t have pegged this rocker type for a reader either. “Heyyyyy.” Now the guy looked up, slightly annoyed, then looked back at his book without answering. “Hey, I know you.” “Oh yeah? Fascinating.” The guy kept reading. “Yeah yeah yeah, like from somewhere I saw your face.” That didn’t sound right and he paused, knew he probably looked confused, but couldn’t straighten out the words in his head. OR: Steve and Eddie get thrown in the Hawkins PD holding cell together one Saturday night and get to know each other. For the Eddie Munson Bingo prompt “Bi character”

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surprise phil post coming very soon!!!!

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blue butterfly (a life is strange au)

blue butterfly is a story-based fic that features reader choice. the consequences of your collective choices will affect the past, present, and future. the poll, with a duration of one week, is below the cut. choose wisely...

masterlist || part one || cw: none

readers chose: cause a distraction

Steve needs a distraction. Before Billy can pull the gun again, Steve looks around, searching for something, anything that could cause a distraction. 

“So you can either fork over some cash and the remainder of the shit I sold you, or I take this to the cops.” the boy tells Billy, and Steve knows the gun comes next.

His fingers scrabble for purchase on the fire alarm, hooking into the lever and pulling. 

A shrill screech echoes through the halls, and Steve can hear the upset murmurs of students moving en masse to the exits. 

“You get off this time, bitch.” Billy spits, stowing his gun away, and the door slams shut behind him. 

Steve can hear the shaky breath the boy lets out, but before he can leave the stall to check on him, the boy leaves. 

Steve leaves the stall and rewinds a couple seconds, just enough to catch a glimpse of the boy’s back and curly hair as the door shuts again. 

What would Robin do? he thinks to himself. 

She’d make a list. 

Steve starts to make a list. 

What I know:1) I can rewind time. He notes that rewinding time doesn’t move his position in space, which is strange. 2) A boy would have died if I didn’t have these powers.

He catches a glimpse of himself in the cracked bathroom mirror. He looks…normal. Average. Not the kind of person who should have timeline-altering, life-saving powers.

And then, Steve is no longer in the filthy Blackwell bathroom. Rain whips at his face, and he’s back in the middle of the storm. 

“What is happening?” he shouts. His voice gets lost in the roar of the wind and the thunder. “Hello?” 

Just like before, the lighthouse cuts through the heavy gray of the storm. Steve starts to struggle towards the lighthouse, eyes closed tight against the wind. 

He opens them back in the bathroom, the alarm still piercing through the halls. 

Steve leaves the bathroom and runs right into the Blackwell security guard. Phil Callahan scowls at him. “What are you doing?” 

Steve crosses his arms. “I was going to the bathroom.” 

“Yeah, I bet,” Callahan scoffs. “Cut the crap, kid. Were you smoking? Doing drugs?” 

Steve blanches. “No. Listen, I saw Billy Hargrove in the bathroom. He was waving a gun around, talking to a boy-”

“A boy?” Callahan’s eyes narrow. “Who?”

Steve makes a split second decision and rewinds. It’s almost scary how easily it comes to him now. “Listen, I saw Billy Hargrove in the bathroom. He was waving a gun around, talking to himself. He and I have had our… differences, so I didn’t want him to know I was there.” Differences is a fancy way of saying he and Billy got into a fistfight at the beginning of the year, around when Steve first moved in, when Billy wouldn’t quit harassing some freshmen girls. Callahan had to help pull Steve off him, which is probably why he’s not Steve’s biggest fan.

“Billy Hargrove, huh?” Callahan nods like he’s gonna take Steve seriously, but Steve knows he won’t. “We’ll look into it. Go outside now.” 

Steve wonders if it was the right decision to tell Callahan about Billy as he heads outside. He knows snitches get stitches and all that, but he doesn’t know who Billy was threatening and he doesn’t need Billy to corner the guy somewhere else where Steve can’t save him. If Callahan and the rest of Blackwell’s small security force can catch Billy, all the better. 

His phone buzzes with a text from Robin. 

platonic soulmate: can you get me my textbook? i think i left it in your room

Steve fires off a text back. And you can’t get it yourself becauseeee….

platonic soulmate: vickie invited me to hang out with her for a couple minutes. steve you gotta. for true love.

Steve rolls his eyes. Okay, moron, I’ll get it for you.

platonic soulmate: thanks dingus ily xoxo

Robin’s so weird. 

Steve’s room at Blackwell is fine. It’s nothing special, but it’s better than being at home with his parents all the way back in Chicago. The worst part is probably the neighbors, since Billy’s down the hall and Tommy Hagan’s right next door. But everyone thinks Steve and Robin are going steady, since she’s got a copy of his room key and is over literally every weekend, if not nightly, so Tommy’s nice enough to keep it down to not “throw off Steve’s game” even though they’re not really friends. 

Never mind the fact that Robin’s the biggest lesbian in the entirety of Blackwell, not to mention the sexuality crisis Steve’s had, figured out, and gotten over in the span of like, the last year (he’s bisexual, if you were curious). Hence, the platonic in her contact name. 

Anyway, Robin leaves her shit everywhere when she hangs out. She treats Steve’s closet as an extension of her own. Steve bets that when he sees her later, she’ll be wearing his sweatshirt. 

Okay, so they’re not really trying to dispel the dating rumors. 

Steve’s sure he saw her textbook next to his laptop earlier when he woke up, but when he goes to look, it’s not there. He rifles through his cluttered desk. 

A small photograph flutters to the ground. Steve picks it up and sighs. It’s what’s supposed to be his entry for the Everyday Hero Contest Brenner’s putting on. It’s a photo he took last week of himself with Robin, cuddled up in a little nest in his bedroom. Robin had strung fairy lights everywhere and brought all the throw blankets up from her room. They had watched movies together on his laptop until she’d fallen asleep, and Steve had snapped a picture of her loosely gripping his hand, the colors from the movie and the lights washing everything in a rainbow light. It’s his bit of subtle rebellion against the world that thinks he and Robin have to be together because they’re a boy and a girl. 

Steve tucks it in his pocket and resumes his searching. Maybe sometime this week he’ll gain the courage to turn it in. His eyes lock on a note on his desk written in green pen. 

Hey Steve, Robin said I could borrow the textbook that was here since I accidentally locked mine in my car. Come get it if you need it - Gareth (304)

Steve rolls his eyes. Robin could have mentioned someone else took it. He resigns himself to a scavenger hunt because his dumbass of a platonic soulmate can’t keep track of her stuff. 

On his way down the hall to room 304, Steve hears something strange. The walls of Blackwell dorms aren’t thick, and someone’s crying softly. It’s coming from Jonathan Byers' room. 

Steve knocks on the door. “Hey, man, you good?” he says, feeling awkward. He and Jonathan are sort of friends? Not by much, though.

Jonathan opens the door. His eyes are swollen. “Hey. Sorry, I’ll be quiet.” 

“No, no, don’t worry about it.” Steve says. “Do you need help with something?” 

“No, unless you can find my siblings,” Jonathan snorts bitterly. Steve swallows, remembering the missing posters he had seen for William and Eleanor earlier. “Well, the police want to call the search off,” he continues. “I think the only reason they haven’t is ‘cause my step-dad’s the police chief.” 

Steve leans against the doorframe. “And you’re sure they’re okay?”

Jonathan inhales, a shuddery sound. “No, of course I’m not,” he says. “It’s been a month. El and Will are strong, but…a month. And none of their friends have even come looking for them.” He folds his arms. “It’s like no one else cares but me and my mom and Hopper.” 

Steve shifts his weight from foot-to-foot. Jonathan notices it and hangs his head. “Sorry, that was a lot to dump on you.” 

“It’s alright, man. I’ll keep my eye out for anything.” Steve offers. “And I’m the only 312 number in the floor group chat, so you can grab my number from there, if you’d like. Call me whenever.” 

Jonathan nods. “Thanks for listening, Steve.” 

Steve smiles and goes to get Robin’s book. 

Gareth is in the room when Steve opens the door. “Oh, hey.” he says. “The book is over there.” He waves a hand at his bookshelf, and sure enough, Steve sees the red textbook sitting on the second shelf. Steve grabs it. “Sorry for just going into your room and taking it.” Gareth says. 

“No worries, it’s fine.” Steve replies. “Thanks for at least leaving a note, Robin didn’t even tell me she had lent it out.” 

“Saved my ass in class today.” Gareth says. “Anyway, where are you off to?” 

Steve shrugs. “Robin’s probably got plans for us. I kinda do what she tells me.” 

“Whipped.” Gareth mutters good-naturedly. 

If only you knew, Steve thinks as he leaves. He texts Robin. You could have told me you gave your book to Gareth.

platonic soulmate: lol sorry i forgot 

Also, don’t tell people to come into my room to get stuff, it’s weird. 

platonic soulmate: *our room

I don’t see your name on the door. 

Robin doesn’t deign to respond to that. 

On his way out, Steve notices Jonathan’s outside his room again. He’s talking to Callahan, but the conversation looks one-sided, and Callahan’s taking up most of it. 

“You gotta let it go!” Callahan’s growling at Jonathan. “It’s stupid to think that they’re gonna turn up!” 

Jonathan’s face is tear-streaked, but he glares defiantly at Callahan, who scoffs. “Jim’s wasting valuable resources trying to keep this search going. You have to come to terms with it. Tell your parents to call off the search.”

In a quick movement, Jonathan’s eyes dart to the side, and he sees Steve standing there. His eyes widen microscopically in an expression Steve can read well. 

Help me.

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“live ur life” | steve harrington x latina! plus size fem reader

“better than chocolate pudding” | dustin henderson x fem! reader

“new friend” | billy hargrove x plus size! fem reader

“the move” | jim hopper x black and plus size! fem reader

“bruise” | steve harrington x hargrove! fem reader

“special girl” | billy hargrove x biracial! fem reader

“can’t argue with that” | jim hopper x abilities! fem reader

“matchmaker” | steve harrington x henderson! fem reader 

“protected” | billy hargrove x fem! reader

“home ec” | steve harrington x fem! reader

“you don’t have to be perfect for me” | billy hargrove x fem! reader 

“never give up” | billy hargrove x fem! reader

“feelin confident” | billy hargrove x plus size! fem reader 

✰ — macaroons:

“dad jokes” | phil callahan x fem! reader

“billy jealous” | billy hargrove x fem! reader 

“teddy bears” | phil callahan x adopted sister hopper! fem reader

✰ — pies:

“hairspray” masterlist (completed) | billy hargrove x plus size! fem reader 

[romanscoming]

WHAT I FEEL LIKE WRITING FOR;

For this weekend,, you guys know i’m crazy about Jonathan sooooo, maybe Jonathan Byers, Phil Callahan(MY BABY NEEDS SOME LOVE🙄), Billy Hargrove , Peter B., Gareth Emerson, Peter Parker(TASM), Rowan Laslow.

ORRRR ROBIN BUCKLEY I FUCKIN LOVE HER,, MAYBE SOME ROVICK (ROBIN/VICKY) THREESOME WITH READER❤️.

A little moody ykkk, so akut, fluff orr angst or wtvv ykk, im feel for billy maybe reader babies him and try to bring him back while he was with the mind-flayer and ended up dying with him, bc she tries and over him??

BUT THEN ID LOVE TO DO SOMETHING SWEET AND SPICY FOR MY SUB-MEN/WOMEN 😍.

YALL KNOW IM KINDA A SIDE-CHARACTER GIRL 😜.

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[lordofthenerds97]

I live for ships! Okay so I am a bi girl. Shoulder length brown hair, fair skin, some freckles, blue eyes. I am pretty shy at first, but I warm up to certain people. I am artistic, kind/caring, pretty carefree, kinda sensitive, love art and seeing other languages/cultures, and love travel and reading sometimes. I have anxiety disorder with occasional attacks and self confidence issues but I won’t always show it. Love seeing people express themselves/ individuality. That’s all! :)

Hey hun! Glad I can offer my services! Once again, I apologize for the extreme lateness of this. I hope you like it!

I ship you with...

Officer Phil Callahan!

Okay so he's not everyone's type

He wasn't even your type

Or so you thought

You graduated about two years ago and you were now working with the elementary art teacher. You were her aid and would sometimes cover her classes if she was sick

You were an amazing artist. You had sold a lot of your paintings in Chicago, and your parents were extremely proud of you

Of course, you knew Hopper, Powell, and Callahan. They were the three staples of the Hawkins Police Department. You had talked with Callahan a few times when you were filing accident reports. He seemed like a nice enough guy

Currently, you were walking through the halls of the elementary school, making your way back to the classroom when you saw Callahan and Powell walking towards you, lead by Miss Burton, the Secretary

You cocked your head in confusion as you returned their wave of greeting. They stopped when they reached you, Miss Burton saying something you were only half paying attention to

"Good to see you again, Miss Y/L/N." Callahan said with a half smile as he tipped his hat to you

You smiled softly in return. "You too, Officer Callahan."

"What're you doing here?" Powell asked, eyeing you curiously

A smile lit up your face as you thought about your job. It was something you loved doing. "I work with Mrs. Jenkins, the art teacher. I'm her aide. And I help the kids whenever I can."

Callahan tipped his head to the side as he mulled over what you said. "Seems like you're just the person for the job." he said after a moment

But before you could say anything else, you were mobbed by a group of kindergarteners. "Miss Y/N!" they practically shouted in unison

You chuckled and crouched down to their level as they all assaulted you with hugs

The two officers and Miss Burton were practically forgotten as you immersed yourself in conversation with the kids. You hoisted your youngest cousin into your arms as you stood up. When you did, you realized the trip was still there. Miss Burton was watching with a smile, Powell was finding the surrounding walls very interesting, and Callahan was watching you with a mixed expression that you couldn't quite place

"We'll leave you to your class, Miss." Callahan said after a moment, once again giving you a dorky grin and tipping his hat. You smiled and nodded, waving at them and tucking your bottom lip between your teeth momentarily before the kids voices brought you back to the present

"Y/N?" your cousin Jemma asked

You looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Yeah kiddo?"

"Is that police officer your boyfriend?"

You almost choked on air as you registered what she said. "No, he's not." you managed to sputter. "Why do you ask?"

She let out a giggle as you readjusted your grip on her so as to not drop her. "He looked at you like Kevin looks at his girlfriend."

If it was possible for a five year old to wiggle their eyebrows suggestively, Jemma could do it. You bit back a groan and shook your head. "He's just a friend, kiddo."

Your day continued as normal and you made your way back home. But the more you thought about it, the more you couldn't get that look out of your head. It had been contemplative, curious, impressed, surprised, and a mix of other emotions that you still couldn't place

The next day you got a letter from the Sheriff about an unpaid parking ticket. You could've sworn you paid the damn thing months ago. But regardless, you sighed and got yourself together, making sure you had enough cash to pay it all

You pulled on one of your brother's hoodies over your sports bra, not wanting to put much effort into your look before shimmying into a pair of jeans and your converse

Your '77 Dodge Aspen pulled into the parkinglot of the small office and you shut the door harder than you should have as you got out. The loud sound made you since briefly as you made your way inside

Callahan and Powell seemed to be the only two in sight, both looking up when you walked in. You could've sworn you saw Callahan's face light up a bit when he saw you. But you brushed it off as you combed your fingers through you h/c hair

He stood up from his desk and made his way over. "Miss Y/L/N," he said, sounding a bit surprised. "What can I do for you?"

You chuckled and waved your hand. "Call me Y/N, officer."

He raised his eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Only if you call me Phil."

You grinned. "Deal. Well, Phil, I got a letter about an unpaid parking ticket."

He frowned. "Lemme see."

You found yourself enjoying the light conversation between you and Callahan as he looked up the information. You could practically feel Powell's eye roll from the other side of the room, but you ignored it. You even stuck around a few minutes after paying the ticket to continue the conversation

You parted ways with a smile and promises not to be strangers

And over the next couple of months, you and Phil ended up seeing way more of each other than either of you thought you would. You found yourself enjoying his company more and more as time passed. You would come up with excuses to stop by the station to say hi. He would stop by the school every so often to bring you coffee

And it wasn't much longer before he asked you to dinner

You were walking out of the school for the last day before summer vacation, a smile on your face as you approached him. He was leaning against the railing with his arms crossed and his heads down as he waited

"Hey stranger," you called

He looked up at the sound of your voice, a smile lighting up his face. "Hey Picasso. How was school?"

You rolled your eyes at the joke. "Haha, very funny. But it was good."

He chuckled and handed you another coffee, knowing your affinity for the caffeine. "You hungry?"

You groaned. "Starving," you agreed

He nodded. "There's a new place in town, if you're interested. The guy took over Benny's and turned it into a bar and grill."

You pursed your lips. "Sounds good. Wait a minute, did you just ask me to dinner?"

Phil laughed. "Took you a minute. But yes. I did."

A grin split across your features as you grabbed his hand and twined your fingers with his. "Then it's a date."

@tiffspnmol what do you think? Callahan fans unite!

[ilovetulips]

Can you write a Steve Harrington request where he gets pouty/jealous when Officer Callahan has a known crush on the reader (let’s say he was a senior when she and Steve were freshman) and it suggested that she flirts with him to distract him so they can get away?

steve harrington x fem!reader

the ‘house on wheels’ steve was designated to drive wasn’t exactly subtle, so it obviously drew attention from the officers guarding the trailer park that night. how were you supposed to explain the reasoning behind such an odd mix of people driving a camper-van? everyone instantly started panicking.

“shit. shit, shit! we’re screwed!” dustin shouted amongst the sound of everyone bickering. you’d caught onto a few things people said, curse words flying through the air while you sat in the front with steve.

“just- just shut up!” steve shouted, pinching his nose in frustration. successful however, as the group stared in silence at the boy.

“holy shit, is that callahan?” max said, leaning forward and squinting slightly towards the tall man with a flashlight walking towards you.

“oh for fucks sake…” steve mumbled under his breath. it was known that officer callahan had a crush on you, he wasn’t one to make it low-key. ever since you guys had a few classes together in high school because of the mixed grades system in place, he’d taken a liking to you. you’d never reciprocated those feelings, and when you’d found steve… well callahan was the least of your concerns.

“oh! oh! [Y/N], you can get us out of this. just, talk to him. he’s going to listen to you he’s like… in love with you or some shit.” eddie chimes in, unhelpfully.

“do i have to?” you reply, turning in your chair to avoid the piercing glow of the torch 10 steps away from steve’s door.

“no time. no choice, please [Y/N].”

you turn to look at steve to gain his approval, but his door is already being opened by the infamous officer. the policeman wasn’t really paying attention until he’d looked up at hearing the sound of your voice bickering with a hidden eddie; still suspect #1.

“you guys do know that this area is— [Y/N]? oh wow uhm, hey. what’re you doing?”

your eyes widen as he recognises you, causing you to turn around slowly and place a smile on your face. “ohmygosh! no way, phil? haven’t seen you in so long sweetheart, what’ve you been up to?” the faux sweet tone you laced your voice with was sickly, but you had no other choice.

he leans his hand on the driver’s side door, shifting his weight to the side. “nothing really, missed your face around here.”

“ahem.” steve cleared his throat loudly, causing the police officer’s head to snap towards him.

“i’ll come round to you, [Y/N]. driver seems a bit angry.”

he slams the door shut and walks around towards the main door on the side of the vehicle. you place your hand on steve’s, comforting him slightly before stepping towards the door and avoiding the mischievous glints reflecting in everyone else’s eyes.

“shut the fuck up, henderson. keep laughing and you’ll blow it.” you pointed towards him, before pulling your shirt down to reveal more of your chest. you’d hiked your skirt up slightly too, hoping your cleavage and thighs were enough to distract the boy outside from asking too many questions.

as soon as you open the door, an instant blush hits callahan’s cheeks. eye-level with your breasts as you slowly walk down the stairs and waving your hips side-to-side slightly, he didn’t know where to look. “are you okay, honey? you look a bit distracted there.”

“oh! yes i’m, fine. you look fine. great! you look great.” he brings his fist to his mouth, coughing into it as your smirk grows. you’d always enjoyed having an affect on people like this, something about it made the blood rush to your head. he dropped the key in his hand, it falling to the floor with a small sound.

“oh! let me get that for you…” you say, leaning down and bending over while looking up at him with sultry eyes. he had a perfect view down your shirt, his stare trained directly to your cleavage.

“phil, babe. eyes up here, yeah?”

“yeah. sorry, sorry. what are you… are you busy tomorrow night?” he’d got the courage to ask.

“mmm, not sure. how come?” you know perfectly how to give off an innocent act, doe eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes and your nail placed between your teeth.

“you- fuck. you wanna go on a date? with me, darlin’?” he had managed to back you up against the side of the van, hands placed on the sides of your head. little did you know that everyone was not only watching and listening in on the interaction, but steve was livid. his eyes flicking up to the side mirror to see him getting close to you, the reflection playing in his mind.

“oh… i don’t know. would you be able to do be a favour for me if i go with you?”

“sure. yeah, anything for you. have i told you how good you look tonight? like seriously…” he lets out a loud wolf whistle, and you have to hide your discomfort.

falling back into character, you twirl a strand of your hair in your hand and giggle. “thanks so much, officer. would you be able to let me and a friend or two through to the park, honey? we have a friend there and i’m just…” you fan your face and look up, pretending to fan away tears. “sorry. i’m just so worried about her.”

“hey. don’t cry, i’ll let you through, just this once though.” he places his hand on your face, swiping under your eyes and you could only imagine steve.

“oh! thank you so so much.” you pull him into a hug, making sure he becomes intoxicated by your scent before pulling back. “i’ll meet you tomorrow night. 7 o’clock at the diner, yeah?”

“perfect. so perfect.” he says, looking down towards your chest again.

you leave him with the sound of a sickening giggle before closing the door and leaning against it inside the camper. you feel like you’re going to be sick.

everyone looks at you with wide eyes. “holy shit. you just did that…” “[Y/N]! you fucking genius!” “oh my god, that was perfect. how’re you so good at that?”

you laugh against the door, waiting for the silhouette of the pining officer to disappear before walking back towards your boyfriend in the front seat. you see the small pout placed on his lips, and his fierce grip on the steering wheel; knuckles white with lack of blood flow.

“hey… stevie your hands are gonna hurt. don’t do that—“ you lean towards his hands, but he pulls them away and looks towards the window on his left.

“steve…?” everyone behind you were immersed in their own conversation, mostly quoting things you had said to win the officer over and fawning over your performance too much to pay attention to you and steve right now.

“are you okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t actually mean anything i said to him! i was just—“

“i know.” he scoffs, the harsh sound ringing in your ears.

you only nod in response.

he quickly stepped on the gas, the vehicle jerking back to life as you all go back to eddie’s trailer to go over the plan again. you both sat in silence, on the drive there and when sitting on eddie’s couch.

“for fucks sake steve, stop sulking. the tension coming off you two is literally making my hair frizz, so go somewhere else and sort this shit out.” robin says, quite loudly while pointing towards the both of you. you agree with her, his sulking was unnecessary as you’d already apologised. so what was the issue?

you grab his hand and guide him towards eddie’s small bathroom. leaning against the sink, you look up at him.

“what’s the matter, steve? and don’t lie to me, please. you haven’t let that pout leave your lips since i got back to the van.”

he attempts to pace back and forth in the cramped room, running a hand through his hair before finally focusing on you. he cages you in, hands either side of your hips while he stares at you.

“did you enjoy flirting with him, [Y/N]? hmm? enjoy the way he trapped you against the side of the camper?”

“what? no! are you crazy, why would i enjoy that?”

“sure looked like you did.” he looks down at you, pulling your shirt down to match how it was when you distracted callahan.

“steve… what’re you—“

“i’m so mad right now. seeing him… get that close to you while you looked like this. thinking he had a chance. fucking hell.” he sighs heavily out of his nose.

“are you— you’re jealous! aren’t you?” you prod at his chest, smirking up at him.

“of course i’m jealous, [Y/N]! i’m your boyfriend, nobody else should be able to get that close to you.”

“babe…” your hands smooth his chest before locking around his neck and pulling him towards your face. “you’re the only one for me, ‘kay? not officer callahan. he’s creepy… and his breath smelt bad. i was only doing it to help everyone.”

that earns a breathy chuckle from the boy standing over you. “yeah?”

“oh yeah. only reason i got through all of that was because i imagined it were you.”

you leaned forward, pecking his lips a few times until the small pout encasing his plush lips turned into a smirk.

“like this?” he lifts you by your hips and places you against the door, mimicking the position you had found yourself in earlier.

“so much better when you do it, c’mere.” pushing your lips together, you feel steve’s tongue lick a stripe along the perimeter of your parted lips. the passionate kiss was soon turning heated, hands fumbling over each other’s bodies and dizzy heads spinning through the hot room. that was until you’d both heard a whisper from outside the door.

you pulled away, both of your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at one another. another mumbled whisper sounded from the door, and you realise instantly what’s happening.

before thinking twice, you open the door. as suspected, multiple bodies tumbled to the ground; none other than lucas and dustin. they smiled dopily up at you and steve, whose hand was tightly gripped on your waist.

“what’d you hear?” steve dared to ask.

“nothing! just some weird, water sounds. sounded like eddie’s pipes have gone bust or something.”

you can’t hold in your laughter, giggling in the two boys’ confused faces as steve joins you. they look at each other, even more confused than before, then huddling together to whisper again as they walk back into the main room.

“you should get jealous more often, harrington.”

“hm?” he hummed into the top of your head.

“so you can kiss me like that again. my legs nearly gave out.”

he chuckles again, before picking you up bridal-style and walking you back to the main room. “can’t have that now, can we? how else are you gonna show them thighs off to officer heart-eyes tomorrow night?”

you smack his chest with a smile, “you’re such an idiot, steve harrington.”

[wireddless]

Do NOT Touch (Phil Callahan x Reader)

Pairing: Phil Callahan/Reader

Word count: 2974

Warnings: Smut and swearing, very tame.

Authors Note: I actually haven’t written in a hard minute, given a recent breakup, so this is definitely a little bit rushed. It’s not my finest work, but it’s my baby. I’ve been wanting to fuck this man since i was 14. I’m so horny for him guys😭😭.

He was always working.

It made sense. After Chief Hopper’s untimely passing in the mall fire, the station had undergone quite a few changes. Scheduling, new hires, promotions, Phil had a lot on his plate, it’s not like you didn’t understand.

But he was barely home anymore. Your recent engagement was becoming less and less recent, and other than the pictures of you two around the house, you hardly saw his face anymore. Phil wasn’t cheating. He’s not a cheater. He practically worships you. And you still would visit him during slow shifts down at the station.

Today was not slow however. Phil called home again around 8:00 to explain he had to pick up another late shift, investigating the recent string of murders.

“I’m so, so sorry.” You could hear his frown through the phone.

“Don’t worry, baby, it’s alright!” Phil often was the recipient of this kind of comfort from you, but you both knew how not alright it actually was. “I love you, and I’ll see you soon, probably another two hours, I know it.”

“I love you too, baby.” Phil sighed. “I promise this will stop happening as soon as I can get it to. I’ll see you soon, sweetie.” The buzzing tone on the other line informed you that he set the phone back into the receiver.

This was the last straw for you.

You set the phone back and walked away, your feet leading you to the shared bedroom. Fingers wrapped around the string hanging from the closet ceiling to turn on the light. It was a bit of a mess, but certainly not as terrible as it has been. A sigh exited your lips as you turned around, attempting to find it.

“Where are you?” Slipped out from under your breath, your eyes darting around until you saw it on the top shelf, illuminated by the yellow light, and covered in a thin layer of dust. Your lips tugged into a tight smile as you stood on your toes to reach it.

Carefully, using your other hand to grip the shelf for balance, you pulled the thin brown paper package towards you with your fingers, until you wrapped your hand around it.

Phil; do NOT touch!!!! ;)

Your handwriting sprawled across it, surrounded by little stars and hearts. Originally, you meant it as a wedding present, but you could always find something new. You tugged on the light string and shut the closet door behind you, tossing the package on the bed. You already made your dinner for two, so you would set to putting it into the tupperware and then the fridge, before washing the dishes, and trying to clean up around the house.

The clock his mother gifted you chimed for the second time, as it did every hour. Ten O’clock. Quickly, you shut off all but the bathroom light, small thumps echoed through the house as you rushed into the bedroom, ripping open the package with care, sure not to rip the expensive material inside.

Sheer white stockings with delicate lace at the very top, an unpadded white bra, translucent but not quite sheer, with strong white lining and small white leaves embroidered around the edges, an almost sheer white bikini bottom, to match the top, and the most comfortable light pink satin robe, with watercolor style roses decorating it.

It was one hell of a wedding present, you’d admit, and it’d be quite hard to live up to this, but it was time to bring out the big guns. You hadn’t been laid in a week, and you would be sure to break that streak tonight, work be damned. Victoria’s Secret would be your new secret weapon.

As you finished throwing the robe over the wonderful little getup, you heard his cruiser pull into the driveway. Sneaking over to the door, you hid next to it, sure to be behind it when it opened. You memorized his routine of getting home to a T, and your plan had been set in motion.

The telltale jingle of keys warned you to quiet and slow your breathing. The door creaked open and his boots thudded on the floor as he shut the door, took his hat off, and hung it up. Small steps were taken behind him, before hands snaked around and pulled his glasses off. Phil jumped before turning around and pinning his supposed attacker to the door with his forearm, the other reaching for his standard issue firearm.

He immediately recognized his mistake when he felt hair brush over his fingers, and an all too recognizable laugh echoed through his head.

“This is new!” Your heart was thumping against your chest, but your grin stretched so wide your cheeks would hurt soon.

“Jesus Christ, [Y/n]!” Phil’s voice cracked a little, adorable. “I thought someone broke in, oh god!” Without removing his forearm, he reached down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, his other hand leaving his holster to cup your cheek. His mustache hairs tickled above your lips as he pressed slightly harder against you. “I missed you so much today, you wouldn’t believe how awful it was.” He murmured between kisses. “Is cuffing you the only way to keep you from doing your best to kill me?”

Phil pulled away to make eye contact, his eyes finally adjusting to the dark. A deep hum made his chest vibrate as he saw what you were wearing.

“It might be.” Were the only words you responded with. His face lit up with a giddy smile, his hand leaving your face to caress down your chest, while the other slid up into your hair, gripping tightly. His lips parted slightly, giving you a view of his front two teeth.

“I love you so much.” He retracted his hand from your chest, before leading you to the bedroom. He slightly shoved you along, until he shut the door behind him. “Sit.” Phil brought you to the edge of the bed, pulling you down. He crouched in front of you, looking up and making eye contact with puppy dog eyes. His glasses slipped from your fingers and he caught them, setting them on the nightstand.

His hands slowly slid up your thighs, admiring the lace, before wrapping his arms around your hips. He tucked his head down and rested it in your lap, allowing himself to close his eyes and take a few relaxing breaths. A gentle hand laced itself in his hair, before petting it with such love and adoration, that he could hold himself there forever. His lips pressed into your thighs, leaving a trail down to your knees, and then slowly back up, biting down the further inward he got.

Your head fell backwards, allowing him to continue, his fluffy hair still in your hand. You heard him hum quietly, before pulling away and standing abruptly. His hand found your chin, making you look at him.

“I’m home, not two seconds, and I can’t even take off my damn boots because you insist on giving me a heart attack.” Phil playfully looked into your eyes before sitting next to you, reaching down to undo the laces and pull them off. Once his boots were off, his fingers reached up to undo his tie, before you smacked them away with a quick “uh uh.”

His chuckled warmed your heart as you loosened his tie, and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side. Your eyes met and you stared at each other for a second, before glancing at each other’s lips. You pulled Phil in, his hands finding your shoulders as you kissed him. Slowly, he slid the robe down your arms with shaking hands. He always seemed to get so nervous with you, as if it was the first time all over again.

Once the robe fell off and hit the floor, his hands gripped your waist, squeezing tightly as your fingers undid the buttons to his uniform. As you undid the bottom button, your pinky finger hooked into his belt loop, heading to undo that as well, before he quickly grabbed your hands and pulled them away, using them as leverage to pin you to the bed.

“Don’t think I’m letting you have all the fun, you little minx.” His eyes roamed your body, enjoying the artwork splayed out beneath him. Phil smiled at you, before scooting you up to rest your head in the pillows. His hands trailed up your body, before pulling one of his pairs of cuffs out. “Hold still, baby.”

Despite what his actions foreshadowed, his words and movements were gentle. He cuffed your left hand first, then the right, after he pulled the small chain around the bedframe first. He stood from the bed, leaving you high and dry. He walked around the bed, shrugging his uniform shirt off, and unhooking the utility belt, sure to snag the keys to his cuffs, setting them on the nightstand. His eyes wandered over to your body, looking at the way you tried to hide your knees and thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

“What am I going to do with you?” He ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he tried figuring out how to approach this situation. You chimed in, all too happy to tell him what you wanted.

“Well for one you could get your ass over here and let me touch you already.” Phil chuckled at your response, undoing his regular belt, and soon his pants.

“You know, patience is a virtue.” He tugged his shirt over his head as he stepped out of his black pants.

“Phil-“ Your whine was cut off.

“Shut it! You’ll get what you want, but we’re still on my time here.” And you did shut it. Your lips pressed together after releasing an impatient huff. Phil’s legs shuffled a little as he took his socks off with his feet.

The bed dipped as his knees fell into it and he crawled over you. His left hand trailed up your body, starting just below your knee, slowly working its way up, enjoying the stockings, caressing your inner thigh, fingers barely brushing over your underwear, before dragging his flat palm up your stomach to grope you.

“When did you get this little number?” Phil was referencing the lingerie, his fingers digging into your skin, his lips finding your neck, leaving numerous love bites, and less than gentle kisses.

“A while ago, on that trip we took to Indianapolis.” You struggled not to stumble and stutter over your words as he left a particularly harsh bite on your jaw, before settling with marking around your earlobe. You only got a small hum in response, as his hand moved from your breast, back down your stomach.

His fingertips dipped under the hem of your panties, but went no further. Phil left a trail of kisses from your ear to your forehead, then down to the tip of your nose. An almost childlike smile decorated his face as gazed down at you, before pressing his lips against yours. As his lips found yours, his fingers moved lower, still teasingly slow.

Your hips bucked up, desperate for more stimulation than what he would give you. He smiled into the kiss before allowing his hand to move further. His fingers delved into your folds, gathering the slick mess, massaging around until one found your clit. He was always incredibly gentle, but still firm enough to leave you squirming beneath him.

He caught your moans with his mouth as his fingers massaged you. After a moment, however, they moved lower, exploring you like it was the first time. As he pulled out of the kiss, he pushed a finger in, enjoying the slightly louder inhale that couldn’t quite be counted as a gasp. Slowly, it moved in and out, spreading your wetness around, before adding another finger.

He tilted his chin up with his mouth barely hanging open, beaming down at you. You felt him scoop his fingers inside you, massaging the sensitive rough patch along your walls. Your eyes shut and rolled to the back of your head as a shaky moan escaped your chest. This was exactly what you needed.

Phil gauged his next moves by your reactions, deciding it was time to pick up his pace a little. As his fingers sped up, his hips began rocking gently against yours, needing a little friction to his hardening length. He dipped his head down and placed gentle kisses along your collarbone, before sucking a fat hickey into your skin. Call him crazy, but he’d leave your whole chest purple if he could.

Small moans were tearing their way through your throat with even the smallest movements from him, getting him even more riled up over the sight of you so weak and helpless for him. He enjoyed tightening that familiar coil in your stomach, and watching you struggle to push into his movements. The feeling was so nice after two weeks without being able to have the time or energy to touch each other, tears sprung to your eyes.

The coil grew tighter and tighter, but at an agonizing pace, as he pulled his fingers from inside you to rapidly massage your clit. Your moans grew louder, and harder to contain as the coil in your stomach became wound too tight, releasing with a shock. You came on his fingers with a shaking cry. Bucking your hips against his fingers, you rode through the orgasm.

Once your hips finally slowed, Phil shimmied out of his boxers and crawled on top of you, bringing his fingers up to your lips and letting you take them in your mouth, sucking them clean. He brought his hand back down to his hardened length, moving his hand up and down as he gazed down at your figure, still cuffed to the bed frame.

He brought his other hand below his mouth, spitting in it and rubbing it onto his cock. His fingers gently moved your panties to the side, before leaning over you, rubbing the head of his cock over your entrance. He waited for your nod of approval before pushing in slowly, understanding how sensitive you must have still been.

He filled you up with a moan, scooping one of his arms beneath your back, and the other cupping your cheek as you reached up to kiss him. Small amounts of saliva would sneak from your mouths into his mustache, chafing your lip, but you didn’t mind all that much, finally being able to have sex with him again and all that.

After a second of stillness, Phil’s hips moved, rocking into you. His lips pulled away from yours, much to your protest, as he pushed his face into your neck. His hair rubbed against your face and under your nose, flooding your senses with his musk. His chest hair scratched your chest, as his thrusts quickened, skin slapping against skin.

His gasps and moans were muffled by your skin, with yours however being the main orchestrated piece, filling the room with audio proof that you were finally getting what you wanted. Every thrust into you was one you were beyond thankful for. Phil's body slowly peeled off of yours, slowing his pace only to unwrap himself from your legs, and to bring them over his shoulders, letting him push deeper still.

You cried out, a mixture of shock and pleasure as he brushed your cervix. The thin material of your stockings tickled his neck, helping urge the moans from him. One hand gripped your hip, the other your ankle, which he turned his head to gently kiss. It was clear he was trying to keep his composure, but was struggling, drunk from the pleasure.

His pace sped up, becoming more sloppy as it did. You bucked your hips up to allow for more friction, your moans becoming more frequent.

“Phil-!” You cut yourself off with a gasp. “Please I- I need to touch you.” You desperate tugs on the cuffs further proved your statement, and he was sympathetic, but wasn’t going back on his plan.

“No can do, princess,” His head fell back momentarily, still holding out. Phil’s hand fell from your ankle down to your cunt, finding your swollen bud with the pad of his thumb. Your walls tightened around him as he massaged delicate circles onto your clit, tears sprung to your eyes, overwhelmed from the pleasure.

Your walls, along with your moans dragged him closer to the edge. When your hips bucked up again, the rope inside him snapped, and he came inside you with a gasp. His hips stuttered and his movements became more sloppy, before slowing to a halt eventually. He moved his hands as he pulled out, letting your legs come down to rest on the bed.

Phil’s eyes wandered your body with such admiration, overwhelmed by your divine figure. His skin stuck to yours as he reached down to kiss you again. You felt the remainder of his arousal drip out of your folds, likely to leave a wet spot in a minute. You dragged your lips from his with reluctance.

“Phil, could you please uncuff me?” He stared at you, confused for a second, before realizing.

“Oh shit, right!” Phil leaned over and snagged the keys off of the nightstand, before reaching up and unlocking them. You brought your arms down and around him, letting one play with his hair as he set the cuffs and keys back on the nightstand. The moment his arm moved back towards you, your arms tightly wrapped around him, running up and down his sweat soaked skin.

Phil attempted to roll over, but your arms jailed him. “Don’t think for a second I’m letting you get away from me, mister.”

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

45) relieved kisses, reader and Eddie (instead of Jopper, thinking he was dead, the Russian prison)

A/N: It's only one per person, so I'm just doing this one. Also, just sticking the the "relieved kisses" part of the prompt since that's all I asked for in the original post

You had never given much thought to the color white, but you were now certain the sterile shade painted on every wall of the hospital was the worst color you'd ever encountered.

Your leg bounced as you waited for Wayne to return. How long would it take for him to convince Powell to let you in? Surely Hawkins Lab had worked their magic by now. You didn't care if they had to put you in handcuffs. All you wanted was Eddie.

The call of your name made you jump. Your eyes focused on Wayne and in the next second you were on your feet.

"Is he okay?" you asked.

Wayne nodded. "He's awake. Doc says he'll make a full recovery, save for the scars."

Animal attack. That was the excuse Hawkins Lab had come up with. Eddie had been hiding out in the woods for days. With the earthquake and the fire, it was perfectly likely something got spooked and attacked.

You weren't sure how much Wayne bought it, but he didn't push. Like you, all he was worried about was Eddie.

He rubbed his hands on his jeans, before nodding his head down the hallway.

"I got you fifteen minutes. You up for it?"

You didn't trust your voice, but your solid strides forward were answer enough.

Wayne guided you past the front desk, each of you walking in silence down the long hallway. As you came further it, more and more people filled the halls, none of them staff. Hawkins police uniforms pressed up along side black suits, all conversing in a murmured hum.

"They don't still think he did it, do they?" you asked.

Wayne shook his head. "Powell said Eddie's been cleared of all charges. Circumstantial evidence. Also some new evidence has come up, something about residual chemicals. Same stuff that got that Holland girl a while back."

Your lips pressed together. You'd thought they'd come up with something better, but you supposed making up a serial killer out of whole cloth wasn't an option.

You spotted Callahan sitting in front of what could only be Eddie's room and frowned.

"So why all this?"

"Some people in town aren't so convinced," Wayne said, his face morphing into a grimace. "Lot of angry people."

You stopped in your tracks, a sudden surge of anger igniting in your blood.

Really? After everything Eddie had been through? After he had nearly died for this miserable town? This fucking town that treated him like shit? They were so ready to blame all their problems on him to the point he needed a security detail?!

A hand came to your shoulder, forcing you to focus on something else other than your rage.

"I know," Wayne said. "But don't let him see you like that. He's been worried about you too."

It took a moment, but your forced a deep breath through your lungs, then another, and another. He was right. You could get angry later.

As you stepped closer, Callahan spotted you, rising to his feet as he did so.

"Okay," he said, looking down at his watch. "You have fifteen minutes starting..."

"Oh cut it out Phil," Wayne interrupted. "Neither of them are going anywhere."

Callahan fumbled for a moment glancing between you and Wayne and back again. He then cleared his throat, giving you a hard look.

"Fifteen minutes."

"Got it." You shoved passed him, slipping behind the door before he could say another word.

You had an idea of what to expect when you walked in. The real thing knocked the air from your lungs.

There he was.

He was paler than usual. That horrible shade of white doing him absolutely no favors. His hair was a rat's nest. There were dark circles under his eyes. It was clear enough to see that the pillows at his back were the only thing keeping him up right. But his eyes were open, big and brown, and crinkled at the edges with the wide smile spread across his lips.

"Hey sweetheart."

You broke. Any plan you had jumping out the window as your ran across the room and into his arms.

"Careful," he grumbled. "Stitches."

You weren't really listening. All you could focus on were the feel of his body against yours; still warm, still alive. You crawled further up, pressing your lips against his in a desperate kiss. For the first time since finding him half dead in Dustin's arms, you felt like you could breath.

He caught on soon enough, his hands cupping your face as he kissed your even deeper.

"It's okay," he murmured against your skin. "I've got you baby. I'm right here."

You hadn't even realized you were crying until he pressed his lips to your cheeks and the corners of your eyes. His thumbs took care of the rest, wiping your tears away.

"So, you really would be upset if I died," he teased.

"Shut up," you shot back, caught between a laugh and a sob.

He only grinned before kissing you all over again.

Things were a mess, but in that room, at that moment, none of it mattered. You had Eddie. He was all you could want.

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