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Jim hopper Imagine: seeing you for the first time after being seperated for years.

Jim  Hopper was the one that got away, he was your soulmate. or you thought he was until he announced he was leaving for war. you kept up and were faithful but something changed when he came home he iddn't want you. he was polite and kind about breaking up with you and he soon meet his Now ex wife. but Hopper would admit he had doubts marrying her after hearing that you were dating Frank Mosie. from their sleepy town. a rich guy who had No morals and had No hint of fun in his bones. he drove up to Hawkin to your house to talk to you. to see you were having a family dinner and Frank postposed to you and you instantyl agreed. He realized it owuldnt be fair to break the happy celebration on his doubts. so he left you alone.

years passed you were now single, you neve rmade it down the aile with Frank and Hopper went from a father, to divioiced to now a father again. while you were Running a sucessful business that sent you taveling all over the world. you always considered Hawkins your home. so it wans' abnormal for you to visit. your family was still there. your home. your friends. you were just walking into the police sation to bug your little brother who was on the force when you came across Hopper. jaw dropped to the floor seeing you. your hair wa smore colred now. and more lively hen your old Mousy blonde hair. your cloths were miostly designer as you wore scandles cause of the hot weather. Hopper was completely in shock seeing you. not saying a word. as you walked around him to see your brother as you completely ingored the man who brok eyour heart.

the visit was quick as you soon walked out leaving as Hopper followed you out mouth slightly open in disbelief. he couldn't understand how you didn't age. you still looked liek you did when you were in high school. assed the desinger attire. stood the girl he was madly in love with in high school and how he lost his first kiss, iFirst time and frist heartbreak all to you. the girl he has dreamt babout for years. he couldn't believe it.

"Cheif- you know.. she's moving back home."

Hoper turned to he's co worker noticing it was your brother he spoke, "she signle?"

"As a jaybird.. i would hurry those. a girl like that doesn't stay single for long."

[fictionalwench]

Want

Jim Hopper x Reader

Warnings: smut, age gap, size kink slightly, praise, foul language, Jim being fucking oblivious.

Hoppers old.

Or getting there at least.

And he knows it.

   But somehow you're still here in his bed, your youthful cheek squished against his chest, your arm thrown around his middle that he knows isn't as toned as it used to be. 'A Dad bod,' you'd called it. Said it was hot. He'd just rolled his eyes, giving your ass a playful swat.

   You'd met when you began secretary work at the police station. It was a long, pining heavy minute before he ever approached you romantically. You'd flirted with him, or tried, but he couldn't possibly fathom someone as young and vibrant as you wanting him. He'd tried to avoid you, despite working so closely together. That all changed one night when he had to stay late to do paperwork, and you'd volunteered to stay behind to help. He'd tried insisting you go home, telling you he'd take care of it, saying you should get some rest. But you'd stayed, helpfully pointing out that it'd go twice as fast with 2 people.

   So there he was, 1am with the prettiest girl to give him any attention in a long time, your thigh bumping his under the table. He crosses his legs. Partially to put space between the two of you, partially to hide the growing tent at the front of his pants.

The view you'd given him wasn't helping. The white button down you wore was slightly undone at top, unbuttoned in you're frustration, allowing him a view of your breasts swelling past the top of your bra everytime you bent to retrieve your dropped pen.

   You're barely through half the stack of reports and files when you suddenly stand and lean across him, your hair in his face, your chest brushing his arm.

   'Sorry Cheif, just looking for the notes that go with this case,' you explained, flipping through the stack. He let out an involuntary groan, the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses, his cock straining painfully against his pants. If you heard, you never let on, finding the folder you were looking for and sitting back down. Looking back now, the memory makes him chuckle, wondering how he'd been so oblivious to your advances.

   'I'm gonna..ima run to my office quick,' he said, standing and turning quickly, 'left some notes somewhere in my desk. Might be a minute.'

   'O-oh! Take your time!' You told him, but you looked-and it had to be his mind playing tricks on him-disappointed? He shook his head as he hurried off to his office, quickly shutting the door behind him, fumbling with his belt, desperate for some relief from the pressure. He fell back into his chair, giving his throbbing cock a couple long pumps.

   'Fuuuck,' he breathed, precum leaking out of the angry red tip and onto his fingers. He used it to glide his hand over himself with ease, moaning as he imagined it was your spit, your pretty lips wrapped around him, bobbing your head up and down, those big innocent eyes staring into his. Your name tumbles from his mouth, sweet on his tongue.

   Just as he felt his release rising in him, there was a knock on the door.

His door.

That he forgot to lock.

    There was no time to stuff himself back into his pants before you're opening the door and peaking your head in, so he just spun his chair to face front, hiding his lap under his desk.

   'Hop? Everything good? You find those papers?' You asked, knitting your eyebrows together, making him want to kiss the bump that formed between them.

   'Oh, yea, no, sorry,' he said a little too quickly, 'I uh, I think Flow might have had them last, but she keeps her desk locked at night. No big deal.' He shrugged, wishing you'd take his explanation and leave. He was still exposed under his desk, twitching, his release still sitting on the brink.

   Instead of leaving, you stride into the room, shutting the door behind you, 'maybe they're still in here. Here, lemme che-,' you'd walked around the edge of his desk and he'd nearly jumped to stop you.

   'No! That's REALLY ok, it doesn't matt-,' he didn't speak quickly enough, watching in horror as you shut the drawer open next him, finally exposing his dirty secret to yourself. He braced himself, ready for you to scream, ready for you to call him a dirty old man, a pig, ready for the profanities to spill like venom from the mouth he'd wished so many times to kiss.

   But it never came. You just stood there, your mouth open in a small O shape, your clear and intelligent eyes wide.

   'I'm so sorry,' he breathed, and moved to pull his pants back up, his face cherry red, 'God, I'm sorry, please-' you stopped him in his tracks, resting your small, soft hand on one of his large calloused ones. You bit your lip and looked up through your lashes at him, and he swears he's never wanted anyone or anything like he did in that moment.

   'I thought- thought you-,' you spoke softly, fumbling over your words, and then you whispered 'I thought you didn't want me.'

   He pulled you forward by your waist at this, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing out shakily, 'you have no idea how long I've wanted...' He trailed off, brushing his hands lightly over both sides of your face, like you're delicate and precious, like he could break you if he touched you too hard.

He wanted to break you.

   'Can- can I?' He looked at your lips as he asked his half question. He didn't need to finish. You knew what he meant because you wanted the same thing. You nodded slowly and bit your lip again. He threw  his head back and whispered a curse under his breath, and sighed, 'let me do that for you.'

   He kissed you softly at first, his pointer finger and thumb tilting your head by your chin. And then he got hungrier, greedier. He kissed you like you were fresh air and he was a man drowning, his fingers digging so hard into your sides that you could imagine his fingerprints bruising onto your skin, his teeth nipping the soft flesh. He kissed down your jaw and neck, his stubble scratching and tickling your skin in just the right way, and you moaned, digging your nails into his back. He pulled you down onto his thigh, one leg on each side of his, the pressure and friction on your clit making you dizzy.

   'So damn beautiful,' he said it against your skin, like it pained him, and it did. In his mind, this was a fluke. There was no way you'd want him more than once. Sex with an older man, that's all it was. Just a taboo to you.

   So when you ran your hands down his chest and sang his praises, he thought he was going to melt right then and there.

   He put his hands on your hips and began guiding you on his thigh, relishing the way your eyes flit back into your head. 'Yeah sweet girl? Feel good? Come on, ride my thigh, get yourself nice and wet for me. That's a good girl' he growled the last part, ripping open your shirt, the snap buttons coming open with a loud CLACK. He bent his head and softly kissed your chest, sucking and leaving hickeys anywhere that wasn't covered by your bra.

   As if reading his mind, you reached around and undid the clasp, letting both your shirt and your bra fall off your shoulders. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at you. The moonlight from the window behind him illuminating your skin, your head thrown back and your eyes shut tight as you ground yourself onto him. The need to be close to you was settled in his very bones, every fiber of his being wanted you like an addict wants a drug.

   He had so much he wanted to do. He wanted to sit you on the desk and bury his face between the pillowy thighs he so often found himself daydreaming about. Wanted to see you bruising your knees for him, your eyes glassy while he hits the back of your throat. But all that could wait. He needed you too badly to take his time, to worship your body like the alter it was to him.

   'Want me pumpkin? Hm? Need me to stretch you out good? Make you feel full?' He purred, brushing the hair from your face. You could hardly answer, your mind already so scrambled for him, babbling your pleas and cries.

   He lifted you by your thighs, his hands finding home on your ass under your skirt as he held you above him, ready to lower you down onto him. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched you in wonder, his head falling forwards and into the crook your neck as you lowered yourself onto him, your tightness wrapping around him, ripping a loud, full moan from his throat. He helped you bounce, keeping you upright as you fucked yourself onto him, kissing him hard and deliberately.

   'Jus' like that honey. Fuck, you're so good. Wanted you for so long. Drive me absolutely insane,' you felt him say against your lips. He hugged you tight to him, one hand cradling the back of your head, and bucked his hips up into yours, holding you and cooing sweet praises as he used you, just like he always wanted to. The amount of times he'd imagined this exact scenario at night, when the only one to keep him company was his hand, was uncountable.

   He could feel his orgasam rising again already, and he would have been disappointed in himself if he couldn't feel you reaching your own breaking point.

   'Gonna cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum for your Police Cheif like a good little whore?' Oh, he was loving this. 'Where do you want it baby? Where do you want me to cum? All over that pretty face? On those perfect tits of yours?'

   You're were panting, your face pressed to his shoulder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

   'Jim- I,' you stumbled over your words, moaning as he hit your sweet spot over and over again, 'pill. Have the pill.'

   His head spun, 'yea? Want me to fill you up with my cum? I wanna see it leaking all over those perfect fucking thighs of yours, oh FU-' he almost loses himself to his own words, hips slamming messily against your ass.

   'Cum for me princess. That's it, be a good girl, scream it for me.'

   And you did, your release white hot. You pulled down the collar of his shirt, biting his shoulder, leaving teeth marks he was still admiring in the mirror the next day.

   He followed you closely, shooting thick, hot ropes inside of you, moaning and cursing, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you shook against him.

   'Did so good f'me honey. Made me cum so hard. God,'  he buried his face in your neck and breathed in, high off the scent of you and him mixed together.

  

Now, as you stir against him, whining softly in your sleep when he kisses your forehead because he just can't help himself, he smiles softly.

   He might be old, but damn do you love him. And if a few gray hairs don't bother you, then he can keep coping with it.

[strangeswift]

Long rambley byler headcanon ahead but I put a cut <3

Okay yes the Mike and Hopper hostility is very funny, and it's very funny to imagine Hopper thinking he got rid of Mike when he and El break up only to realize Mike is now dating his son.

However,

Imagine Mike suddenly becoming far more respectful to Hopper now that he's dating Will and Hopper being completely baffled by this.

Mike's finally in a relationship that he actually cares about maintaining. He knows he and Will are going to be together for the rest of their lives. Therefore he and Hopper are going to be in each other's lives forever. So they may as well get along, right?

And he knows that Will loves Hopper, and Will finally getting to have a loving and supportive father figure makes him so happy. How could he be a jerk to the man that is giving Will something he's always needed?

(Yes all of this applied to El too, but Mike was never very sensitive to El's feelings. And we know he is very sensitive to Will's.)

So Mike stops insulting Hopper. (For the most part.) He keeps the door open three inches. (When Hopper is home.) And he makes and effort to foster a positive relationship with Hopper.

Sure, he slips up sometimes. Maybe even frequently. Mike is a bitch (affectionate) so some bitchiness is inevitable. But Hopper can see that he's trying.

Also, we all know that Mike and Hopper’s canon relationship isn't just a rivalry. Hopper cares about Mike, a lot. And Hopper is probably more of a father figure to Mike than Ted ever was. So there's a basis of affection and mutual respect there.

(Cute GIF to make you cry)

So give me Mike calling Hopper 'Sir' and Hopper looking at him like he has three heads. Give me Mike clinging to Will constantly, but separating himself and keeping a respectful distance when Hopper enters the room, until Hopper rolls his eyes and says, 'It's okay, kid.' at which point Mike grins and resumes clinging to Will. Give me Mike awkwardly trying to make small talk with Hopper. Give me Mike getting Hopper a Christmas present. Give me Mike making sure he gets Will home by curfew unless Hopper is covering the night shift and won't be home anyway.

But yes, give me a dash of Hopper and Mike hostility too. Give me Mike holding Will's hand at the dinner table and Hopper asking, 'Wheeler, do you think you're physically able to go more that five seconds without touching Will?' And Mike responding, 'Wow, old man. I didn't know you hated gay people.' And Will has to stifle his laughter as Joyce lightly hits Hopper for teasing them.

Give me the one time Hopper comes home to the door not being open three inches, but in fact being locked. And give me Hopper pounding on the door threatening to take it off the hinges, until Mike opens the door, rolling his eyes and says, 'Relax, old man, we forgot.' And Hopper dubiously responding with 'You forgot you locked the door?' And Mike sheepishly shrugging.

Give me Hopper being so happy that Mike and El figured out what was best for both of them and that Will is finally happy. Will, the son of the woman he loves. Will, the kid he went through hell to find, the kid he never gave up looking for even after finding his body. Will, the kid he watched be possessed by the mindflayer and go through unimaginable pain, while also being there for Joyce as she went through it with him. And now, Will. His son.

Give me Hopper not being able to stay mad at Mike anymore anyway, because he sees just how much he and Will love each other. And he trusts Mike with Will. You don't hurt someone who you love that much. You protect them. He knows Mike will protect Will, just like he has.

Give me Hopper loving Will and Mike so much, but showing it in his own Hoppery way. Give me Mike and Will walking around Hawkins holding hands because if anyone bothers them, the Cheif of Police will be on their ass to cite them for harassment.

Just. Give my boys a father figure. A real one.

[marvelslut16]

Can't fight this feeling IV

Jim Hopper x Wheeler!reader

Synopsis: A reader insert where the reader is Mike’s oldest sister, who has already graduated and works at the police station. She has always been infatuated with Hopper, and he seems to be quite taken with her as well. This part takes place in season 1 episode 5

Word count: 4.2k+

Warnings: swearing probably. Talk of funerals and dead bodies. A character learns how to shoot a gun, in probably too much depth. My bad writing/different writing styles from different times I added to the chapter. Age gap relationship. And eventual Stranger Things canon gore.

A/n: It has been a very long two years since my last update. I was honestly so uninspired because the show wasn't on and I wasn't getting any new content. Besides that, I was busy with school and life, as well as not knowing how to end this chapter. But here it is. Let me know if you no longer want to be tagged in this, or if you're new and want to be added to the taglist. I'm already a few paragraphs into part 5.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

After a restless night, I barely slept a wink because I was too busy thinking about the Byers’ and Hop, my alarm goes off informing me that it’s time to get ready for the funeral. Will’s funeral. A part of me keeps thinking that he’s not actually dead, especially since Mike seems more anxious than upset as he fidgets at the breakfast table. 

I put on my black dress and heels in a blur, not even registering that I’m going through the motions until I’m standing fully dressed in front of my mirror. Mike comes in a few minutes later and asks me for help with his tie; dad was choking him and he says it still doesn’t look right. Very few words are exchanged throughout the family this morning, everyone is just going through the motions. 

The funeral is a bit better, I have to help Jonathan with his tie too. I stand behind his seat, hand resting on his shoulder as the Priest speaks, and I glare at Lonnie as he tries to act sad that Will is ‘dead.’ Mike, Dustin, and Lucas are whispering amongst themselves, further fueling my theory that they know something about Will that they aren’t telling me. 

As the service continues I start to glance around the crowd in hopes to find Hop, we didn’t part on good terms last night but he said he’d be here. As much as I hate to admit it, especially if all of this is fake and Will is still alive somewhere, I need Hop. I need him by my side, intertwined pinkies, or wrapped up in his side as he speaks soothing words, even if he doesn’t believe what he's saying and just reiterating the fake reassurances that my mom has told me a thousand times already. 

He’s still not here by the end of the service, making me extremely anxious that something did in fact go wrong last night. The nerves in the pit of my stomach are wound so tight that I feel like I’m going to vomit. After the line of people telling the Byers’ the cookie cutter ‘I’m sorry’s,’ and the ‘if there’s anything I can do’s,’ I walk over to Joyce and Jonathan to see if they’ve talked to Hop at all. 

“Have you guys seen Hop?” I ask Jonathan and Joyce quietly, trying my hardest to ignore Lonnie.

“Hopper is a no good drunk, you’d do better without him in this town,” the man I was attempting to avoid rolls his eyes at me.

“Oh fuck off Lonnie!” everyone still at the gravesite turns to look at me with shocked expressions, except Jonathan who’s trying not to laugh. “Go back to your cheap whore.”

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) Wheeler!” mom says sharply from behind me, Mike is audibly laughing. 

“We were all thinking it!” I defend, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Someones got a crush on Jim, huh?” he gives me a sickening, sleazy, smile that I just want to slap right off his face. “I thought my son would have found some courage and asked you out by now, no other reason to keep you around.”

“Hopper is my boss, I work with him at the station,” I’m seething. Who does this man think he is talking to me like that? “Jim Hopper is a surprisingly thoughtful boss who is good at his job, and someone I respect very much. And, for your information, Jonathan and I are best friends. Neither of us has ever felt anything more for the other. And Lonnie, we both know that whenever you get whatever it is that you want, you’ll be tearing out of Hawkins with no regard for Joyce or Jonathan, so quit acting holier than thou and just leave.”

I swiftly turn on my heel and head to the car, thankful that I drove seperate from my parents this morning; I took my mother’s car and the other five took my father’s. My heart is pounding, I can hear the blood pulsating in my ears as I start to drive away from Lonnie, from a possibly fake body, and away from Jonathan without properly talking to him. I can always go see the latter later tonight and talk with him then. I’m racing down the streets of Hawkins like a bat out of Hell, finally coming to the edge of town where Hop’s trailer is located. 

Pulling up to his trailer I’m shocked to see him outside looking around in circles, the barrel of his gun pointed towards the sky. He looks like hell; messed up hair like he just rolled out of bed, his cream colored henley has sweat stains around the collar, in his armpits, and down the back. He has a crazed look in his eyes, he looks traumatized.

I jump out of the car with no regard for my well-being, he isn’t right in the head at the moment and he could very well shoot me thinking I’m the bad guy. Lonnie’s words are still fresh in my mind; maybe Hopper went to bed drunk and high on too many of his pills. No! Snap out of it, he’s not like that. He hears my footfalls crunching on the gravel; he whips around pointing his gun at me.

My hands immediately go up in the air in surrender, I need to be careful about my next actions. My eyes widen as he keeps the gun up longer than I thought he would. All of a sudden he seems to snap out of it realizing it’s me and not some threat. He looks at me guilty as he lowers the weapon. 

“(Y/N)?” he asks, his eyes and voice telling me that he’s unsure that I’m actually real. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” I try to soothe him like I would a wild animal. My voice is soft and I slowly step closer to him, hands outstretched and palms facing towards him so he knows I won’t attack. “You weren’t at the funeral, I came to make sure you were okay.”

“I missed the funeral?” he asks, still confused and disoriented. I slowly, gently, reach forward and take the gun from his hand. He doesn’t protest, pushing the weapon into my palm once he realizes what I’m doing. 

“Yeah you did,” I take a careful step back, heels sinking into the dirt under my feet. “I was worried because of where you went after you dropped me off last night. I was scared you were hurt, or worse…” I trail off at the end, not wanting to admit out loud that deep down I was worried that Hop got killed last night. 

My words seem to remind him of why he was outside with a gun in the first place, he takes off running back inside without a word. I follow him in confusion, he’s tearing apart the living room as I walk through the door. 

“Hopper, what are you doing?” I ask in horror, Lonnie's words run through my head yet again. Is it possible that Hop was on a bender before he went to sleep and he was still drunk when he woke up?

Instead of responding verbally, Hop takes two long strides across the entire living room area to get to me, putting his hand over my mouth so I can’t talk again. He puts the index finger from his free hand to his lips as a sign for me to stay quiet, before pointing around the room. I frown as he leaves his hand on my face for a few seconds too long. 

I watch as he finally pulls back, observing him tearing apart the cushions for his couch and pulling his phone apart piece by piece. I glance around the room, noticing the spilled pills on his coffee table. Frowning, I set Hop’s gun on the table and put his pills back in the bottle as well as tidy up the empty beer cans strewn on it. 

Hop rushes to the bathroom as I start to tidy up the mess he created in the living room. I can hear him taking apart the light fixtures in there and my worry for his sanity starts to grow. I sigh and sink down onto the ground, the living room is a mess and I don’t have the heart nor the energy to continue cleaning. First we bury Will, or whatever that was, and now Hop’s losing it, how can this day get any worse? I bury my head in my hands as I hear him rush from room to room, tearing them all apart. 

Hop comes back into the living room like a hurricane, tearing apart anything he missed the first time around. I let out a squeak as he throws a light bulb to the ground, it smashes into a million pieces less than a foot away from me. I don’t want to make it worse and get in the way; but I also don’t want him to hurt himself as he destroys his home. 

The last thing untouched in his entire house is the ceiling light in his living room. His shoulders are tense as he unscrews the bolt to take off the glass covering the bulbs. My eyes widen in shock as he pulls down a listening device, or more commonly known as a bug. What the hell did Hop get himself into last night? Hop grits his teeth in an angry sneer before grabbing a book he threw from his room, and smashing the bug repeatedly until there was no way it was still functional. 

“Hop?” I finally dare to ask, raising from the floor carefully avoiding the broken lightbulb. “What happened last night?”

“I went back to the morgue,” Hop runs his fingers through his hair, pulling briefly on the ends. “I-I cut into the body, and it wasn’t real. It was stuffed just like a teddy bear, or some shit.”

“Oh my god,” I murmur under my breath, not expecting to get a response from the man in front of me. 

“So then I snuck into Hawkins lab, got pretty far too,” he continues with his story like I didn’t interrupt. His eyes keep darting around the room like he’s expecting something to hop out at him. “I found a room with a stuffed animal and a kid’s drawing on the wall. The basement- the basement had weird white things floating in the air, there were vines growing out of a glowing hole in the wall. I was surrounded by men in white hazmat suits, next thing I know I’m waking up on the couch; my pills are spilled on the table with lots of empty beer cans that I didn’t drink.”

“Will’s still out there, probably in that glowy viney thing,” I cover my mouth, suppressing a sob. I’m not sure what’s worse; Will being dead, or him still being out there and being held somewhere in Hawkins lab. “We’ve gotta save him Hop, and I’m not letting you do anything by yourself again. I’m not having you die on my watch, not when I can be there to help you.”

Hop is opening his mouth to protest you helping him, you can tell by the scrunch of his face he’s not thrilled with your idea, but tires on the dirt path outside stop him. He yanks me away from the window, grabbing his gun off the coffee table, he pushes me behind him and away from danger. Two pairs of footsteps clomp down on the stairs leading to the front door, and Hop rips the door open before the people can knock.

“Hello? Whoa! - Hey!” Callahan exclaims when Hop steps out of his trailer, gun in hand. 

“Jesus, Chief,” Powell looks at Hopper warily. “You all right?”

“What are you doing here?” Hop’s body is positioned just so that someone would have to be looking intently into the trailer to notice me behind his back. 

“We tried calling but,” Powell’s voice trails off at the end.

“Yeah, phones dead,” Hops voice is gruff and his answer clipped. I can tell he wants the two idiots on his front porch to leave, so he can continue to talk to me about what happened and where to go from here.

“Whoa, (Y/N), what are you doing here?” a shiver crawls up my spine as Callahan gives me a once over. Hop subconsciously- or consciously, I’m not quite sure which- moves in front of me completely to block Callahan’s pervy gaze. 

“Hop wasn’t at Will’s funeral, so I came by to check on him,” I push Hop out of the way and step beside him on the small porch, shutting the front door behind me. It would look a lot worse, and far more suggestive, if Hop was hiding me from view. This way it looks like we aren’t hiding anything- hiding me being there- well, except hiding the torn apart living room from the two doofuses.

Both Callahan and Powell give me disbelieving looks, Powell more so because he saw the way I was with the librarian who slept with Hop the other day, but neither of them voice their opinions on the matter. Instead Callahan starts telling Hop why they showed up in the first place, two more people in town are missing. The naive men in front of us think that everyone’s on edge because of Will’s death, but Hop and I are both thinking that it has to do with whatever is happening at the lab. 

“You go back to the station,” Hop tells the men to go back to the station once he finds out that the men went hunting near Mirkwood. My heart stuttered a bit hearing Hop himself call it that, it makes me wonder if I’m rubbing off on him, or just the boys and this case. “(Y/N) and I will look into this.”

“Are you sure?” Callahan looks awkwardly between Hop and me. I assume he’s unsure if he wants to leave me alone with Hop, especially with how wild and out of it the Chief looks to an outsider. 

“Yeah, leave it,” Hop insists, pushing me slightly as a way of telling me to open the door. 

“Oh, hey. Uh, they found Barbara’s car,” Callahan continues before I can open the door. 

“What?” Hop and I ask at the same time, blood draining from my face. 

“Barbara Holland’s car, seems she ran away after all,” Powell adds, finishing the revelation for his partner. “Staties found it late last night at a bus station.”

“Funny, right?” Callahan adds, almost seeming to catch on that something is majorly off. “They keep doing our job for us.”

“Funny, right,” Hop and I say at the same time, this time he’s more forceful with shoving me towards the door. I quickly open it and he guides me inside, slamming the door shut behind him, putting distance between us and the prying eyes of our dense coworkers.

Once the door shuts I start to clean up the living room again, sighing at the knife made rips in the apoulster of his couch, too long for me to even consider sewing back up for him. I know he was freaking out, but there’s literally a zipper right there in the back, he could have used that instead of stabbing them. While I sweep up the broken light bulbs and try to salvage anything he threw across the room earlier, Hop focuses on fixing his phone, even going as far as to duct tape the mouthpiece back together. 

Once the living room is clean, or as clean as I can get it at this particular moment, I head to the bathroom to clean that up too. I avoid his bedroom though, I know how private and personal someone’s bedroom is, that’s why I threaten Nancy and Mike anytime they go snooping through mine. By the time I’m finished in the bathroom Hop has the phone fixed and is using it to call someone. Normally I wouldn’t snoop, he deserves his privacy, but my feet feel frozen in place when I hear a woman’s voice coming from the other side of the line. 

“I know, I know, I know I shouldn’t be calling you,” Hopper sighs into the phone, playing with the bracelet he made from Sara’s hair ties. “I just wanted to...I just wanted to say that, um...even after everything that happened, I don’t...I don’t regret any of it. And those seven years, they were...everything to me.”

My heart breaks at his words, and it continues to break for him when his ex wife asks if he’s been drinking again. I didn’t know my heart could ache for him anymore than it already did, not until I see Hop’s body tense when he hears a baby start crying from the other end. She’s moved on and he hasn’t. She gets a second chance at that happily ever after bullshit, and Hopper is the Chief of Police in a small town that seems to be overtaken by some crazy powerful and dangerous outside enemy that isn’t afraid to kill anyone in it’s way. 

“You know what, actually, I have been drinking, I’m sorry,” I frown as he starts to shut her out, it’s like I can see the walls he’s built over the years start to be reinforced. “Just take care of yourself, okay? Say hi to Bill for me.” Hop slams the receiver down, hanging up on his ex wife before she can respond, setting the phone on the coffee table in front of him.

“Hop,” I sigh, holding my dress in place as I slide down the dividing wall between his kitchen and living room next to him.

 As soon as my butt touches the ground his phone starts to ring, I glance between him and the aforementioned phone wondering if he’ll pick it up. He doesn’t, he makes no move to answer it, just letting it ring. He does, however, slide his left hand across the floor and close to my right one. Hops left pinky lifts off the ground, hooks around my right one, our hands resting on the floor with our pinky’s tightly entwined. We sit like that for what feels like a long while, at least twenty or thirty minutes. I start to wonder how many times Hop’s ex wife would have called had he not ripped the phone from the wall after the second unanswered one. 

“How ‘bout I teach you to shoot,” Hop turns to me, I can’t quite read the emotion in his blue eyes, but it’s almost like they're pleading with me to say yes. I nod back and he stands, pulling me from my seated position. 

“Should I take my heels off?” I glance down at by black pumps while Hop digs the empty beer cans, the ones the people from Hawkins lab left strewn about his coffee table, out of the trash. 

“Yeah, you’ll need good balance,” Hop heads for the door, beer cans cradled in his left arm, grabbing his firearm off the coffee table with his right hand as he passes it. 

I take off my heels as I start to head towards the door, tossing them carelessly behind me in the general direction of the ruined couch. Rushing in front of Hopper, now barefoot, I open the door for him so he doesn’t have to worry about shifting the beer cans around and possibly dropping any. I follow him out the door, towards the back of his trailer and the pond behind it. Hop drops the beer cans on the grass, grabbing one and setting it on a stump of wood, the gashes on the top of the wood lead me to believe that he uses this stump to chop wood. 

Hop hands me his police issued handgun, stepping behind me once I take it. Instinctually I wrap both of my hands around the handle, my dominant hand resting slightly higher, trigger finger on the side of the barrel. I have this much knowledge of holding a gun from observing Hop, for far too long, any time he has his weapon drawn. Hop gently kicks my right foot out so my feet are shoulder width apart, I move my dominant foot forward a tad, raising my arms in front of me. 

“‘Kay, now use the little bump out on the top as a guide,” his hands rest on my shoulders, before sliding down slightly to help me aim. “Line it up with the beer can and pull the trigger.”

I take a deep breath, anchoring myself to the ground for the blowback, pointer finger moving to the trigger and pulling it. I didn’t anchor myself well enough, falling back into Hop’s chest slightly. I’m too embarrassed from this new position to hear the sound of metal ripping through tin. 

“You did great kid,” Hop whispers into my ear, sending an involuntary shiver up my spine, a shiver I can’t hide from him since we’re still pressed together. Hop slides his hands from my upper arms to my forearms, pushing slightly to lower the gun towards the ground.

“Oh my god! I did it!” I screech louder than intended when I look up to the empty stump. The can is behind the wood, a bullet embedded in the center of the logo, I hit the target on my first try! 

I set the gun on the ground, turning, and jumping into Hop’s arms. My arms are tightly wrap around his neck, and his easily slide around my waist. He holds me close for longer than necessary, but not nearly long enough for my liking: every touch from Hopper is like an itch that can’t be scratched, every time I think I’ll be satisfied but it always leaves me wanting more. 

Once Hop unwraps himself from my hold, he moves to put another beer can on the stump. This time he stays off to the side, I’m left wondering if the hug is the cause of the new position or if Hop just wants me to try alone. We go through ten more empty beer cans, I hit every single one on the first try. Hop also teaches me how to load the clip and the gun, as well as unclip it and put the safety on. 

After Hop finishes teaching me how to protect myself, he grabs my heels when he goes inside to grab one of his coats and hat, and I grab his police department jacket from my car to wear. After grabbing the aforementioned things we get into his truck to warn Joyce that her house may be bugged too, and to let her n\know that Will is probably alive somewhere lost and confused.. Hop keeps glancing my way the entire car ride, and I just nervously play with the hem of my dress. I really don’t want to see Lonnie again, and I especially don’t want him to see Hop. If Lonnie says one bad thing to Hopper in front of me, I may just deck him.

Once we pull up to Joyce’s house, Hop finds an old takeout menu in his car and grabs the pen sticking out of my jacket pocket to write a note telling Joyce to be quiet. Hop finally opens his door and I practically sprint out of my side of the car, having forgone putting on my shoes, and up to the Byers front porch. I’m pounding on the door before Hop has closed his own car door. 

“Go away Lonnie!” I hear Joyce yell from inside the house. I wonder if Joyce has kicked Lonnie to the curb again, finally, as I continue to aggressively pound on the door. Hop joins me on the front porch just as Joyce rips the front door open. “Seriously? I am going to murder-”

Hop and I hold our fingers to our lips to shush an ax wielding Joyce, in Hop’s other hand he’s holding up the old take out menu with the message written on it. Joyce looks confused and a little scared at our random appearance on her doorstep, but she doesn’t fight us when Hop pushes his way into the house. 

“Oh Jesus,” Hop grumbles while I let out a quiet ‘shit’ at all of the Christmas lights hanging in the Byers’ house. 

Hop and I get to quickly unscrew every christmas light, thank God he’s being a lot more calm about it here than at his own place. After what feels like hours Hop unscrews the last light bulb only to find that there were no bugs planted in the Byers’ house. The two of us let out a large sigh as we plop down right next to each other on Joyce’s couch. Hop’s knee rubbing up against mine is all I can think about as he explains what happened to him the night before. I do start to tune back into the conversation when Hop tells Joyce that she was right all along. 

I don’t think I have ever seen Joyce more happy than she is at this moment, at least two people believe her and now there’s undeniable proof, at least to the three of us, that Will is still alive. Joyce pulls me up from the couch and into a bone crushing hug, the hope and joy she's radiating is infectious.

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[justan-0-t-h-3-r]

People who are troubled that could die thanks to Vecna's curse...

Max- The loss of her brother, troubles with Lucas.

Steve- The loss of Billy (my trash heart), loss of Nancy, his relationship with his parents.

Nancy- Break down of relationship with Steve and Jonathan.

Will- Losing his friends to girls, possibly his sexuality.

Hopper- Losing his daughter, and then losing his second daughter (El).

El- Losing her powers, getting her friends into trouble with the Upside Down, he Mama, her Papa, just, her life.

Eddie- His drug stuff, Chrissie (maybe), being a 'murderer'.

Of course, other are preferable to some...But I swear if they touch Steve which I think they might...I am done with Stranger Things. Hyperfixation is already fading after Billy...

[fiddlesticksimagines]

Stranger Things Masterlist

posts marked with a * are my favourites 

Steve Harrington fics

It's ok to care

Stupid, stupid boy

Mama bear

Steve Harrington headcanons

Steve comforting you when he finds you in tears

Steve taking care of you after a bad day

Dating Steve would include

Steve with a small partner  

Steve with a tall partner

Being in a long distance relationship with Steve while he's at college

Jim Hopper headcanons

Being pregnant with Hopper's child

Hopper with a small partner

Being a family with hopper and jane

Being with Hopper would include

Jim Hopper fics

All the help he can get

Dustin Henderson fics

Like a lion*

Scott Clark Headcanons

Being the Hawkins librarian and dating Mr Clark would include

[thesestrangeimagines]

The Ghost of Hawkins: Part One

Steve Harrington x Reader

request

Can I get a fluffy yet angsty Steve x reader where the reader drops out of high school and becomes an EMT and completely adores the party and Hopper is like a dad to her and El calls her sister and she’s tough but so so kind and just wants to love Steve but after the gate closes she’s depressed and anxious about the party bc “don’t fucking touch my kids” and she and Steve bond over that and it’s been a silent slow burn and I need desperate breathless kisses and grabbing and smiling and KSJD

At first I was thinking, how am I going to write this, but now I have some great ideas and am SUPER EXITED ABOUT THIS! So I’m breaking it into parts bc ya girl has got a hella good (?) plot maybe, so sit back, relax, and enjoy!!!

Warning(s): mentions of death

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Steve’s POV

Steve went months without seeing Y/N, that was until the closing of the gate. She was an enigma after she dropped out of school when her parents passed away. Rumor had it that she became an EMT, that she wanted to help prevent more orphans like her, but other rumors spread too. There was one that she had moved to Chicago because she had an aunt there and then she became a drug dealer. There was another that said she just ran, lost all connections and ran. People did see her though, she was an EMT, she just looked different. The weight of the loss changed her. She was a new girl, not the dainty one Steve had known her as, but a fierce and loyal woman who would do anything to protect those she cared about. When Steve saw her, he had been luring the demodogs to himself at the old junkyard. She already knew of everything that had gone wrong and wanted to make sure things weren’t going more wrong. Steve, and all the others, came to find out that Y/N wasn’t new to this Upside Down stuff, she already knew El and her skill set because of Hopper. After Y/N dropped out, she disappeared. Hopper found her with nothing but a drained bottle of alcohol and a death wish in a ditch somewhere, sobbing. He took her in and became her father figure. When Hopper brought in El, El started to refer to Y/N as her sister. After Mike went off to fight Hopper, El ran over to Y/N, saying “Y/N” and gave her a huge hug and everyone started to put prices together. After that she was there when Billy fucked up Steve’s face, because she also jumped in the fight, she had to protect her kids. Y/N treated his cuts and bruises, properly, not that the kids wouldn’t have tried their best. It was just that their best probably would have left Steve with infected wounds and an even worse concussion. When it was time to go into the tunnels Y/N took the lead, and made Steve guard from behind, because “someone in your condition shouldn’t be on a dangerous mission in the first place, much less leading it,” she had said. It was a dark time and dark times left their wounds. Though her’s weren’t physical, much like everyone else’s. Y/N was left with even darker scars than the rest, though what she thought was the darkest time in her life was behind her, losing her second chance at family would have killed her, and coming that close didn’t help her already troublesome mental health. After the gate was closed and El was put into another year of house arrest, Y/N started to disappear again. No one saw her anymore, it’s like she was just watching from the sidelines, but never wanted to be in the game. Steve was upset, over the time he had spent with Y/N, they were almost friends. Y/N could be cold and have a tough shell, but Steve could break through it, make her smile and maybe even laugh. Steve wanted to help her, he couldn’t understand what she was going through entirely, but he had a damn good idea about some of it. That’s why he was ecstatic when Hopper approached him that day.

“You know Y/N?” Hopper asked, in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, how could I not, she’s saved my life on multiple occasions?” Steve replied, intrigued by the topic.

“Would you mind, maybe, hanging out with her, she doesn’t really have any friends her own age, or really any friends at all, and she’s breaking down, but worse this time,” Hopper explained, he looked as if this was his final hope.

“Oh course, I’ll stop by after school tomorrow and bother her until she lets me be her friend,” Steve smiled, trying to quell some of the chief’s fears.

Hopper let out a heavy sign and nodded, walking away from the boy.

Your POV

You had today off, which was a gift. You worked a lot, it kept your mind off things, except you were always so damn tired. You never slept, every time you closed your eyes, you saw a horrific scene. It was either your parents funeral, the tunnels, the demodogs, the kids dying, not being able to save them, or anyone ever again. And so you barley slept unless it was absolutely necessary, and you always had coffee. You were sitting on the couch, watching some soap with El. She was sitting on the floor and you were putting her hair into 2 small French braids to either side. Her hair was getting longer and this was her favorite way to have it, second only to short, slicked back, which she really couldn’t do anymore as her hair was too long. You had just put the tie on the second braid when there was a knock as the door. This caused El to stand up and dash to her room, locking the door behind her. You stood calmly, ready to fight whoever might be behind that door. You grabbed the nearest metal object, which happened to be a fire poker, and brandished it as a sword. You took a deep breath, unlocking the locks, and opening the door just a sliver. “Oh what the hell?” You said as you fully opened the door to reveal a smug Steve Harrington. You turned around a yelled, “El you can come out it’s just Steve!” At that you heard a door unlock and the soft sound of steps running down the hall. She ran, push you aside and hugged Steve.

“See, someone is happy to see me!” Steve said, hugging the small girl looking up at you accusingly.

You rolled your eyes as El walked back to her spot on the floor and sat back down, resuming her focus on the episode.

“I am actually here on a mission, a mission to help the infamous Y/N Y/L/N, Hawkins’ Ghost, on a divine quest, I am here to be your friend, I have been made aware that you have no friends. Is this correct?” Steve asked, wiggling his eye brows.

“Did Hopper put you up to this?” You practically yelled.

“Maybe, but that doesn’t make my mission any less genuine, now, will you do me the honor of joining me for ice cream?” Steve asked, smiling like a lunatic.

You looked Steve dead in the face, and slammed the door.

“So I’ll take that as a,’I’m getting ready’?” Steve shouted through the door.

“Go home Steve!” You yelled back, walking over to the sofa and sitting down with a humph.

“Nope, I’m not leaving until you come with me!” Steve yelled back.

This back and forth lasted for a while, until El tugged on your sleeve and said, “go.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone, you’re always alone,” you explained.

“Yes, but you need friends,” El said.

After getting roasted by your sister, you stood up and walked back over to the door. You opened it, and said “fine, but you’re buying,” as you walked over to Steve’s car.

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Hey hey I hope you enjoyed and if you wanna request something like this lovely human did you can find the link to do so in my description or if you wanna read something else I’ve written you can do that from my masterlist whos link is also in my description, or you can do both, whatever floats your boat!!!

[ivy6127]

Aftermath

Stranger Things Imagine

Summary: The Byers come home after the gate is closed and get a little surprise waiting for them.

Warnings: Swearing and a freaked Joyce if that counts

Word count: 1512

A/n: I’m sure someone has written their own rendition of the aftermath of what happened after the gate was closed, but I just have to write my own ideas of what happened. As the Duffer Brothers never showed us.

Tags: @artisticlales

After everything that has happened the past few days with Will, the upside down, and finding a way to bring justice for Barb the Byers couldn’t wait to get home and try to relax. Nancy came with them so that she can spend the night with Johnathon as neither one of them want to be alone that night.

Johnathan is driving with Nancy on the passenger side, while Joyce holds a sleeping will next to her in the back seat. Hopper isn’t too far behind the Byers car as they head down the quiet, gloomy street. El is still out cold and will need to rest for a couple hours before she can even be conscious once again.

As they stop in front of the house and get out their cars they converse with each other. Johnathan moves to his mother so that he can carry Will to his room while Hopper does the same with El. Joyce walks with Hopper, she couldn’t help but check El’s condition. She knew that cleaning her up and settling her on the couch would be best for her. Then, everyone suddenly stops what they’re doing when they hear a rustling in the house. Joyce reaches for Hopper’s gun just as the front door is opened to reveal a stumbling Billy Hargrove. He must have just woken up from the drugs Max stabbed into his neck.

“What the hell are you doing here?”, Nancy says

“Who the hell are you?”, Hopper says at the same time.

“Where the hell are those little shits”, Billy replies

As if on cue Billy’s blue Camaro drives up the dirt road to park behind the Byers car. Steve and the kids flood out of the car and pause a moment to stare at Billy.

“Why the hell were you driving my car, Harrington?”, Billy would have yelled the comment out, but he can barely stand upright at the moment as his brain is as fuzzy as a disconnected radio.

“Don’t worry about your car, it’s fine amigo”, Steve replies and pats the car while the kids split to check up on El and Will.

Mike stays near El and Hopper while Lucas and Dustin head to Will and Johnathan, all while muttering insults towards Billy.

Max, on the other hand, goes over to Billy so that she can tell him to go home without her. By this point, Billy was out of the doorway to the right near the piece of wall that had a hole just a year earlier. Letting the others head inside and leaving the door open in case Max decided to come in.

“Hell no, you’re- you’re coming with me, Max. Dad is already pissed and Susan is worried about you.”

At this Max just rolls her eyes and heads to his car, giving up trying and fight him on it as it makes sense. Steve on the other hand who still outside goes into full mother mode,

“Like hell, she’s going with you, you just tried to kill me a few hours ago. I don’t think you’re fit to take anyone anywhere with the amount of swerving you’re doing right now. You’re practically drunk, dude.”

“why don’t you go fuck off Harrington, this is family business.”, Billy retorts while stumbling to get a cigarette lit.

Hopper being just on the other side of the wall heard everything and stepped out to confront Billy.

“What is this about you trying to kill Steve Harrington here boy. By the looks of it and the name everyone is calling you right now you must be Billy Hargrove”, Hopper starts to say as he gets real close to Billy and watches carefully to everything he’s doing. “What I’ve heard from Officer Powell and Callahan you’re quite the troublemaker Hargrove-“

Hopper pauses to snatch the cigarette out of Billy’s mouth and drop it to the ground to step on it, which causes him to get closer to Billy,

“-and from what I’m seeing you could spend the night at the police station.” At this point, Billy has become almost completely sober from the effects of the drug.

With a strained voice and a hint of a fearful tone Billy replies, “Sir, I just want to take my sister home.”

At this Max buts in, “It’s fine Chief Hopper, we need to get going anyway. Our… dad… gets really… worried when we’re late to dinner.”

Whether Hopper was too tired to fight any longer or found it a good excuse he allowed them to leave, but not without saying one last thing to Billy.

“If I hear what the kids have to say about you as they were here when you attacked Harrington. You better hope I don’t run into you again Hargrove.”, at that Hopper turned and went back to the house to check on El and Joyce.

Steve was a little slower in going inside, he never completely went in till he saw the Camaro speed away with Max looking out at the house waving at Lucas and Dustin who came back outside to say their goodbyes.

“Why’d she have to go with that asshole.”, Dustin mutters

“HEY, Language!”, Steve reprimanded as he grabbed both the boys by their heads to drag them into the house.

As they come in Joyce heads into the kitchen to wet a washcloth and bring it back to Hopper so he can start cleaning up the blood on El’s face. Though Mike had other plans as he snatched the cloth from Joyce and thanked her, so he can clean her instead. Hopper doesn’t even fight the kid as he understands that Mike needs this.

All the while Johnathan has already put Will down on his bed and heads into his room with Nancy, holding each other’s hands. They quickly fall asleep cuddling each other.

“You boys hungry? I got some leftovers in the fridge you might like.”, Joyce says with the best cheery voice she can muster. It takes the boys a split second to realize why she can’t do that, at once they say something to stop her

“Mrs. Byers!”, “WAIT!”, “Don’t open that door!”

It was already too late as she turns to look at them like they’re crazy which causes her to not notice the dead demodog falling on top of her. She lets out the loudest scream anyone has ever heard come out of such a small human being. This causes Johnathan and Nancy to wake up suddenly along with Will in the next room.

The only one still asleep is El.

In seconds Johnathan comes sprinting out, rather clumsily, with Nancy not too far behind and a worried voice that is Will’s calling out if everything is ok.

Due to the weight of the creature, Joyce was stuck under it for some time till Hopper practically threw it off her and helped her up.

“Why was that in there?!”, Hopper and Johnathan practically demanded while Nancy sounded more confused when she said it.

The boys and Steve were tongue-tied, they didn’t know what to say. So instead they apologized for scaring Joyce so bad.

Joyce said that it was alright and laughed a little at how dramatic she got over a dead creature.

Slightly shaking Joyce says, “Actually, I think I’m going to go to bed, you kids can make anything you want. Well, whatever that doesn’t have that things blood on it. Sorry for scaring you two (Jonathan and Nancy).”

At this Joyce passes Johnathan and Nancy, who is already heading back to their own room, to Will’s room to check on him, then turn to her own. Though she stops at the door and looks to Hopper and asks if he’d like to stay in her room tonight, on the floor of course. He declines and says he should watch out for anything suspicious just in case for everyone’s safety. At that, she goes into her own room and shuts the door. Lucas and Dustin take this as a cue that they should go to Will’s room and check on him, maybe play some games to lighten the mood. They ask Mike if he wants to go with them, but he declines and stays sitting on the ground next to El.

No one ate anything that night. At some point, Steve left to head home, while Lucas, Dustin, Mike, and Nancy called their families to tell them they were spending the night at Will’s. Well, Nancy said another girl’s name so her mother wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

Mike eventually went to Will’s room to sleep and El woke up early in the morning while Hopper was still up and watching out the window for anything. They hung out the rest of the night till it was time to take her back to the little house in the woods. He let them stay long enough for Mike to wake up so they can say their goodbyes.

At that Hopper and El left.

About an hour later everyone else woke up to go their separate ways home.

[ghostswithoutvibe]

Monster (S.T.)

“The Druid’s Watch”

November 1, 1984

“Rise and shine!” You pulled the blue pillow tightly over your ears as Hopper’s voice boomed through the small cabin. You had been having a great dream. One where you and Eleven had a day at the quarry with the boys. Lucas was splashing Dustin, Will was quietly sketching Eleven, and Mike…

After a few moments of silence, you had almost fallen back to sleep until the police chief’s voice called out again.

“I guess you guys don’t want breakfast! Got some eggs, some toast, some Eggos, hey, even a few Snickers bars…”

At the mention of the chocolate bar you shot up in your bed, looking over to see Eleven already up in her bed. The mention of your favorite foods were sure to get you up.

You two looked at each other for a second, before racing out of your shared bedroom. Your sister not far behind as you ran into the small kitchen, both sliding past Hopper as he stood with a plate of bacon.

“Good morning to you, too.” Hopper mumbled to himself, but he had a light smile on his face as he watched the two young girls sit down at the small table against the wall.

You quickly grabbed a Snickers bar, tearing the wrapping to shreds before biting down, the warm chocolate melting in your mouth. As you reached for another, Hopped shooed your hand away.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head as he sat down on your left, “No more chocolate until you have some fruit, you ain’t getting diabetes on my watch.”

You glared at the man lightly before taking a bite of your eggs, Eleven laughing at the frown on your face.

“That goes for you too.” Hopper turned towards Eleven, who had two Eggos in her mouth already, “There are other foods besides Eggos, you know?”

As you reached for a piece of toast, Hopper caught a glimpse of the watch that rested on your left wrist.

“Still wearing the watch, huh?”

You shrugged at the question, you knew he already knew the answer, “It makes me happy.”

Hopper nodded. He knew that you missed Mike. And Mike missed you, the kid came to the station everday after school to ask the cheif if he had any news on your whereabouts.

It was just a few days short of a year. Hopper knew that you wanted to see Mike, and that you were getting impatient.

“I know kid.” He took a sip of his coffee, “I know.”

It was silent for a few seconds until Hopper spoke up once again, feeling the tension in the room.

“Hey, how about I get off early today, hmm? I’ll pick up some movies, some candy so we can rot our teeth out, maybe even some music, and we can sit around and chill.”

“Chill?” Eleven repeated the word.

“Yeah,” Hopper scratched his neck, “That’s your word of the day. Chill, it means to forget about everything and just relax.”

“Chill.” You repeated the word, trying it out on your tongue before nodding at Hopper, “I want to chill.”

“Good. Alright.” He then cast a glance down at his own watch, “Shit. I gotta go. I’ll be back at nine fifth-teen, okay.”

Eleven nodded, “Nine-one-five.”

Hopper rolled his eyes as he grabbed his hat from the coat stand, “Yeah, nine-one-five, sure. You guys know the rules and I’ll see you later.” And with that, he left, the door closing behind him.

Eleven locked the door using her powers before turning back to her food. You smiled at your sister, reaching for another Snickers bar.

- - - - - - - - - -

The voices from the television crackled, causing you to glance over at Eleven, who was intensely watching her show. Your eyes then slipped back to the old Dr. Suess book in your hands, eyes taking in the pictures with swirling colors.

“I love you.” You heard Eleven say along with the tv, glancing up at the screen to see a man and a woman holding hands. It reminded you of something,

“Mike.” You mumbled to yourself as you thought back to last year when you sat in the Wheeler’s basement.

“This,” Mike held a grey figure in his hands, “Is me.”

You looked from him to the piece in his hand, your brows pushed up in confusion, “Mike?” You asked cautiously as you pointed to the piece, it didn’t look like Mike.

The boy only nodded, his hair bouncing, “Well, it’s a Paldin. That’s what I am.”

“Pal-Paldin?” You repeated his word, stumbling a bit as you tried to follow the motion of his lips.

He nodded, before pointing to even more pieces, “Lucas is our Ranger, Dustin is our Bard, and Will was-is our Cleric.”

You glanced down at the pieces spewed across the board, before reaching over and plucking a piece from the pile.

The piece was small in your fingers. It was detailed with sticks and twigs intertwining together at the top, almost as a crown.

“This?” You held the object out to Mike, who quickly looked away from where he had been studying your features.

He carefully took the piece from your hand, squinting as he looked over it, “This is a Druid.”

“Druid?”

“Yeah, they have really cool powers and help the group defeat the monsters. Kinda like you.”

You blinked, looking at the piece, then glancing down at yourself, “Me?”

Mike smiled, holding the piece out to you. You looked down at the piece in his hand, slowly reaching out and wrapping your own hand around his, the piece held between the two of you.

“Yeah, you’re our Druid.”

You snapped out of the memory as a quick pain flashed through your head causing you to wince lightly. Eleven glanced over at you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

“Mike?” She asked, though she knew it was, he always tried to talk to you after he had gotten home from school.

He used to try be using his Super-Com and going through all the channels looking for you, but recently he had switched to trying to reach you the way you used to reach him.

When you and Eleven were with Mike after you escaped the Bad Place, you would often talk to Mike in his mind. The link that you two had created was still left over as you occasionally used it to check in on him.

You nodded over at her, biting your lip softly, not looking away from the radio as you focused on transmitting Mike’s call to the set in the corner.

It was quiet for a few seconds until the radio crackled, and suddenly the voice you longed to hear spoke out.

“Ten?” You had to hold your breath. No matter how many times he called you always felt this way. You could imagine him, sitting in his basement, board pieces and comics everywhere, the super-com in his hands. His hair shaggy around his head, bouncing as he moved. The light dust of spots covering his cheeks and nose.

His voice had changed a little since last year, it had gotten a few octaves deeper, higher than Hopper’s but lower than his sister, Nancy’s.

“It’s me, Mike. It’s day 352. 4:07. Happy late Halloween I guess. Dustin, Lucas, Will, and I, we were all the Ghostbusters. They’re from a movie, a really good movie, I think you’d like it.” He trailed off for a minute, and you inched closer to the radio, itching to hear his soft voice again, “We got a bunch of candy, I got a whole pillowcase worth! It’s a pretty good haul, but you can have all the Snickers, there are even some full sized ones in here from Loch Nora.” A smile graced your face at the mention of your favorite food, glad that Mike had remembered.

Mike let out a sigh causing your light smile to drop, “Ten, if you…or Eleven, if you guys are out there please say something, anything.” His voice wobbled as it collided with static, “Or a sign. I just-I just need to know you’re okay.”

He sounded broken, so desperate. It was like everything depended on him knowing that you were still out there. All you wanted to do was hug him so close that you were able to put his shattered pieces back together.

His voice was playing through the radio, but like always it bounced around in yiur mind. Lately, Mike’s thoughts seemed to get sadder and sadder, even when he was with Dustin and Lucas. His mind was beginning to become colder and darker, not the radiating warmth that you used to know. You were worried.

You knew that Hopper had told you that you weren’t supposed to talk to Mike, that it was dangerous, but you couldn’t help it. You had to let him know that you were okay. He had to know that you hadn’t left him, that he shouldn’t worry. That you were still here.

“Michael.” You whispered, a tear falling down your cheek. You hadn’t realized you had said it outloud instead of in your mind, but either way you knew he had heard you.

“Ten? Teddy?” Mike’s voice was light, disbelief laced with it. An automic smile flew over your own face as he used the nickname Dustin had given you the day after they found you in the woods.

“Ten is that you?”

You nodded, knowing that he couldn’t see you, “Yes.”

A warm laugh of relief flooded through the radio, and you could picture Mike’s head thrown back, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

“Ten. Where are you? Are you okay? Where are you? I’ll come get you!”

Eleven watched you with concernd eyes. She knew how much you missed Mike, but she also knew the Bad Men were still out there, looking for you. And if they found you two, well, she didn’t want to imagine how long you two would be locked in the Bad Room.

You and your sister made eye contact, she slowly shook her head. Your mouth opened to argue but you stopped yourself, you knew she was right. You wanted Mike to find you, you really did. But you couldn’t. He had to stay safe. You would only put him in danger, you couldn’t let the Bad Men get him.

“No.” It took everything you had to push that single word out.

“What?” Mike whispered from the other end of the line.

“Not safe, Mike.”

Mike’s voice grew, causing you to bite your lip as you held back your tears, “I don’t care if it’s not safe! You have to come home! I need you!” His voice then went quiet, “I-I love you, Ten.”

You swallowed, you felt like your heart had stopped at Mike’s words, the same words from the tv. When you had asked Eleven what those words meant she had only shrugged, before turning back to her show.

You then asked Hopper, he went red before explaining that it meant having very strong feelings. You had made “Love” your word of the day, day: 125.

If you had strong feelings for anybody, you knew they must have been for Mike. He made you feel something you had never felt before. He made you feel safe.

“I love you, Mike.” The words sounded broken as you weren’t quite sure how to push the words out correctly. Mike didn’t care, in that moment he could of sworn that his heart had stopped.

You were alive.

You were alive and you loved him.

The girl of his dreams loved him.

“But you have to stay safe.” Those words made him come spiraling back to reality as he pulled the comm closer to his mouth. His eyes were filled with concern, the look of hope from seconds before quickly turning to anxiousness.

He gupled, his voice dropping to a whisper as he felt like his voice had left him, “Wh-what do you mean?”

Silence.

“Teddy!” His voice grew louder, it cracking as he stood to his feet, “Ten, what do you mean?”

Eleven could see you had tears in your eyes. She watched you with a pitiful look, her own sister was hurting, and there was nothing she could do bur watch.

“I’m sorry, Mike.” The words came out in shaky words. Tears already coming down your cheeks and dripping onto your flannel.

Mike felt helpless. It was like you were dissapering from him like that day in the school all over again. His whole body felt on the verge of crumbling down, silent tears falling from his eyes as he croaked out,

“Ten, please-“

You sniffed, wiping the tears from your face as best as you could as you stared directly down at the radio.

“Stay safe, Micheal.”

Then, with a blink of your eye, you pushed yourself out of Mike’s mind, leaving you with nothing but a bloody nose.

Posted On: February 5, 2018

Taglist: @theotherschuyler

[heckin-harrington]

No Place Like Home / w.b.

“where y/n is the first to see will in the hospital after he goes missing”

Request?: A tumblr-less friend <3 Pairing: Will Byers x Reader (f) (platonic) Warnings: Light swearing but besides that, none! Words: 570

The air felt thin and cold in the hospital. That was the last place you wanted to spend your Saturday night. But when your mother called you from the bottom of the stairs saying that Will Byer’s was safe in the hospital you begged her to take you.

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas, along with some others- a few that you were confused by them being there... aka Steve Harrington- sat in the small waiting room they were told to stay in until Will woke up.

Mike stood as you walked into the room. Lucas and Dustin’s eyes met yours as you walked over to them. “Joyce and Jonathan are in there with him.” Dustin spoke up noticing the look of worry crossing your face. You nod.

“He’ll probably want to see you first,” Mike stated, bitterly. You pursed your lips before sighing at his statement.

Mike had always partially disliked you. Besides himself, you had known Will the longest out of everyone in the party. Which of course annoyed Mike slightly the older y’all got.  Will didn’t play favorites though. He loved you both equally, which he had told Mike on numerous occasions.

“Hey kid,” Cheif Hopper cleared his throat. You looked back at the gruff man as he waved his hand telling you to come over to him, you obliged. “Why’re you so worried?” He questioned to which you shrugged. 

“He’s a strong boy, Y/N. He’ll be okay. Will’s a bit of a badass, alright?” Hopper smiled small making you stifle a small giggle. “Alright, Hop.” 

“Are you all here for Will Byers?” A nurse asked, entering the room. The party sprung up, dashing over to the petite woman who held out a hand to stop them. You looked back over your shoulder, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Y/N Y/L/N,” She called.

You nodded at the woman. “That’s me.” She nodded. “If you’ll come with me.” You mumbled a quiet ‘okay’ as Mike scoffed, Dustin resting a hand on his shoulder as Lucas sat back down.

You followed the nurse to the tiny room the held Will in. Joyce sat in a chair against the bed, holding Will’s hand which held a cassette tape which you guessed was from Jonathan who stood against the wall behind his mother.

“Byers.” You said barely above a whisper. Will looked up to where you were standing. He smiled before trying to sit up, wincing and laying back down. You walked over slowly. “Holy shit is that actually you?”

Will chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, it’s me.” You sat on the edge of the bed taking in his details. His lips were chapped, skin pale and cold. But nonetheless, he was your Will. You grinned before hugging the boy who loosely wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“I missed you. I thought you died, Will.” You sniffed, nuzzling your face into the boy’s neck. Will leaned into your embrace, holding on tighter. “‘m not though. I’m alive. I’m back, Y/N.”

“Thank god.” You laughed as you pulled away, wiping your eyes. Will smiled, holding your hand. “Never leave me again, Byers. I don’t think I can handle school without you. Or Mike for that matter.”

Will giggled. “Is it really that different?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “You have no idea.”

“But I don’t plan on going missing anytime soon, Y/N/N.” Will joked making you smile. “There’s no place like home.”

“Damn skippy.”

this was the first stranger things imagine i ever wrote (i actually added quite a bit to it for tumblr tho)

just thought i’d share it with y’all and give ol’ Willy Boy some love <3

MASTERLIST

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Hopper being madly in love with you

imagine: Hopper being Madly in love with you

Not a Single Person in town would think Hopper was a Softie. Not with his Size, His attitude, and How he has treated - well Everyone. After returning from War and then when he got married and lost his daughter and his wife left him. Everyone had the same thought "He was a sad story" and a great One-Night Stand. And honestly, Hopper didn't care. he didn't want attachments. then in one-week .he's life turned upside down with Not Only meeting Elle, and then a day later you. you were not expected. Hopper Always thought Everyone in town was out to Get something, ahead in some way, or just greed. He knew everyone in town was No good, and Everyone was Shit- Until he meet you. Someone who helped an Old granny across the street just because you could. then you would just walk on after like you didn't do a Kind gesture, He once caught you running after a ballon for a kid who accidentally let it go. you climbed up into a tree to jump to catch it and then land gracefully on the ground as if you didn't just change that kid's day. Everyone in town was Shitty. But you. Elle was out of touch with human interaction. an excuse for being raised as a lab rat. and having bad English when hopper took Elle in and became her guardian he wished he could introduce you to Elle. wanting your gentle Kind Nature to Rub off on Elle and to help him. with raising Elle. those were his deep wishful dreams. he had no intention of acting on his crush. he couldn't not without getting Elle in danger and you. so he let it go. But then you were at the high school when it was attacked. Hopper found you covered in monster guts as you held a screwdriver from the Shop classroom. it was long. A Philips Screwdriver and you looked at him as he was speechless as you whipped your face with your forearm trying to see him better from the slim. and what you Hope is just wet string. And Not just pieces of monster. "Hopper... What the Fuck?" He never expected hearing you cursing profanity would be the moment. the moment he would realize his Crush wasn't A Crush it was Love. he realized that moment while you stood covered in sweat and blood and a monster that he would realize he was in love. it was then that he introduced you to Elle.  he wasn't nervous introducing you to the Single person in his entire life that made him worth living. you were kind as you saw her move things with her mind. Hopper remembers he's heart-tightening seeing it happen. he was used to it. but you weren't. he expected you to run for the hills as you just simply exclaimed in Joy how amazing Elle is. was and asked if she could teach her. and if she could fly. you were convinced eventually Elle will learn to fly! it just made Hopper chuckled saying she wasn't going to Fly. Soon after learning about Elle you would go over to the cabin almost daily to help out, make meals, help decorate Elle's room so it was to her liking, make things more homie, and help Elle with her education. Hopper barely had to ask you to come over, you just did, He would come home often to see you teaching Elle how to make meals more than just Eggo's and teaching her things about life. or just simply watching tv. He loved coming home to see his two favorite people in the entire world at home. peaceful and Happy. Secretly you loved and wished Hopper would ask you to Stay. tonight was No different Hopper arrived home from work slightly late due to a disturbance- well A Cat. Someone called a Cat missing into the police station and they told the old lady that they don't go searching for cats than another person called saying they found a Cat in their chimney.. which turned into being the missing cat- which got unstuck just as they arrived. but was very angry and it took a while before they could catch it. and get it checked out by a vet then returned home. Hopper walked in seeing you in the kitchen stirring a Pot he could smell it instantly Strew.   "Why do we cook for the men? Why don't they cook for us?" you chuckled as you looked up from the pot to look at Elle, "my grandma says we cook for the mom cause they bring home the bacon.. my Mom says we cook for them so when we tell them bad news their bellies are too full and they are too sleepy to pay attention." Elle chuckled as you spoke, "But I Cook for you, your Dad just gets the luxury of having it." Hopper grinned hearing that as Elle leaned over to look at the pot "Can we put eggs in it?" you looked down at the Pot as you chuckled, "how bad could that be? it's just bread. sure." Elle smiled as you spoke, 'plus I'm teaching you a valuable Lesson and later I'll teach you the greatness of cookie Dough" Elle smiled brightly as she spoke, "why don't you just live here?" you chuckled as Hopper coughed to break the conversation as he said Hey. as Elle didn't look away as you had a blush on your cheeks. as you spoke, "where would I sleep?" Elle rolled her shoulders, "we could share a room with Hop." you chuckled as you spoke, 'well... Hopper helps me out." "she can't move in. she has her own life." "No She doesn't she is here all the time." you laughed saying Hey that you have a life. as Elle just rolled her eyes. Like Normal, you stuck around for dinner and Helped Hop with the dishes as Elle went to her room to talk to Mike He rubbed his neck as you both were having a beer outside. 'Sorry about Elle." "No problem- She KnoIs.. the Birds and the bee right?" Hop almost choked on his beer that was going down his throat as he looked at you horrified "what? why would- I mean she has to right?" you shook your head weakly, 'I wouldn't be so sure- she thinks Eggos belong on every meal." he sighed heavily rubbing his face as you reached over grabbing his arm. "Hopper. I will do a lot of things to Help but that.. Nope." you shook your head as he spoke, 'you're better equipped." you chuckled nodding your head, "yea- but I'm still not doing it.. I mean Yes the talk about her Period. 100%. But the sex talk.. I would Rather walk On fire.. I would rather fight another monster than- that." he chuckled as he spoke, 'chicken." you laughed as Hopper smiled just hearing your smile. you finished the beer as he spoke, 'you want to sleep over? I can sleep on the sofa." "thanks. But I should go home." he nodded his head getting up as he walked you to your car as you looked at Him. smiling. brightly looking up at him. you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you as you planted a quick kiss on his mouth which just stunned him. Hopper was still trying to wrap what happened around his brain when you pulled away cupping his face. "I love you- and I'm tired of waiting. Hopper. I love you." a big wide smile appeared on his face as he spoke, 'i love you too.. stay. please." you nodded your head saying okay as he grabbed your hand as pulled you into another kiss as you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck as you both smiled into the kiss.

[itsjoycehopper]

Imagine,

On the days Jim feels sad or down, the days he remembers Sara or feels dejected, imagine Joyce sitting near him, lifting his chin up and looking at at him, searching his eyes and trying make it better, wiping the tears off his face and feeling her own self tearing because she realises just how much this man means to her and seeing him hurting makes her feel so deep; it brings her pain too, and it makes her want to fiercely love him more than she already does, because he has Jane now, but he also has her, because deep down under everything, he always has had her, her heart, and she can't imagine not caring for him as much as she does of her boys; they are her life, and now seeing him like this, she realises that he inevitably too, has become a part of it, and that there is nothing she wouldn't do, no place she wouldn't go for all of them, her anchors, the lights of her life. And Jim....Jim, her best friend, her confidant, the one who held her down and the only one she turned to through what she went through, her rock..., seeing him not the Hopper almost everyone saw and knew, "Cheif", made her heart ache only the way it did for barely a handful of people- there it was, that fact, that one evident fact, that she'd fight for him, go to hell and back with him, do anything to put a smile on the only soul she wanted to share a cigarette with, the soul hers had found it's way back to, that fact, that she loved him

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Joyce calling you too ask you out for Hoper. who freaks out after hearing her plan

“Hey y/N It’s Joyce how are oyu?”

“Oh Hey Joyce I’m great how are you?’

‘I’m great too I’m calling on behave of Hopper- SHSUH!”

hearing the cheif thur the phone whispering yelling “WHAT THE HELL ARE DOING!”

You smiled weakly that sounded like the cheif he was a dramatic individual. Joyce spoke again, “hey sorry about that. But I was wondering if you would think about going out with Hopper.. tonight”

the Line went quite as you couldn’t hear the cheif anymore. You coul imagine him standing there other horrified or breathless. But you spoke, “Does he want to go out tonight?”

Joyce looked over at her friend as he gasped out, “well what did she say?” She smiled at that response as she spoke, “Yea he wants too go out tonight.”

“perfect tell him too pick me up .and- are you going too be talking for him all night or is he going too be talking?”

Joyce chuckled rubbing her head, “all him.”

“oh Good. Not that - you know.” She laughed as you held the phone tighter.

‘how terrified is he now?”

“he’s not breathing..”

Laughing softly you spoke, “tell him Yes! Don’t tease him.” She chuckled saying okay as you smiled brightly. “Tell him six.”

“you gotcha. Have fun tonight.”

‘thanks Joyce.”

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Annual Christmas 🎄 imagines day 6

Imagine: dressing up as a elf too volunteer and your boyfriend hopper loves the view

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Day 20 of 25 days of Christmas

Warning.. spicy 🌶

Imagine going too visit the cheif on Christmas Eve for. Favor

Being in the police station wasn’t abnormal too hear. You were always there for one reason or another. But always getting let off the hook by the mayor.. he is your dad. He never let you get in trouble.

It wasn’t like you were Destroying property. Or murdering people. Mainly Jay walking or going a Inc over the speed limit, One time drinking under age. But Now that you’re a adult. And legal in Most parts of the world. The chief who loved destroying your day. Mainly gets you for driving too fast.Hopper loved tormenting you. It only got worst once you got older. Now your in the police department almost weekly. Today was No difference, minus this time. You were willingly here.

As Much as Hopper loved bringing you in on Minor charges. You loved tormenting him. Today you were dressed as a Mrs Clasus. With a short red dress on with White fur trim, a Santa hat with boots that were black. That went too your knees. You wore stockings too keeping your legs. A ting warmer. As you were handing out donuts too the officers on duty. It was Christmas Eve. And you just returned from your last shift from the new mall. As being Mrs. Claus. The job sucked! But you loved the tips. (The Santa who didn’t get any tips did NOT Like having a bunch of young people in his Elf village Due too the lack of tips_)

“What the Hell is this?”

Hopper walked out of his office seeing you. A sight standing there as a Santa. And he tensed up seeing how attractive you looked. He only liked seeing you on his turf if he got one of the guys too arrest you for something.

You looked at Hooper rolling your eyes. “I am giving some Christmas cheer too your fine officers on Christmas Eve.”

“shouldn’t you be home? What the hell you wearing?” He walked over stealing the last chocolate donut. As you spoke, “I just got off work- Oh Hooper. I also came for a small tiny favour.”

He crossed his arms hearing that last part. He sighed heavily as you spoke, “Can we talk in your office?”

He nodded his head as you handed off the last bit of doubts too everyone and followed the chief into his office. He closed the door after you got in as you spoke, “So I did something-“

He sighed heavily knowing it wasn’t going too be a easy favor. “What you do?”

You turned around too face him. Too notice Hopper was staring at your butt. You caught him red handed and he knew it. He rubbed his face walking around you going too his desk, “what’s the favor? I’m busy”

You took a step closer being bold. Sexually frustrating Hooper was your favorite pass time. It started when you were 17. And he simply ingored your antics and then when you graduated school every chance you got too come back home too visit. And too annoying your favorite chief you took the chances. Now fully a adult. And living back in your home town. You loved making him frustrated.

You gripped your hips tightly making the dress cling against your hips a bit and making your v neckline go lower. Showing off even more cleavage. This wasn’t the reason you came too see Hopper. Your request was innocent. But now you cuoldn’t help yourself.

Hopper covered his mouth looking you at slightly annoyed but loving the view.

“If you can stop checking me out for five seconds I can ask you the favor”

Rolling his eyes he spoke, ‘Don’t be prancing around in a outfit like that.”

You gasped looking at him, “are you saying I deserve being gawked?”

He stared at your eyes as he spoke, “No- but what you want?”

Every time you try too make him flustered or react too your not so subtle flirts or plain mean seductive advances. Never acts upon them. But still you try anyways, the enjoyment of watching his vine pop out of his forehead or the fact he get’s all flustered it always boosted your mood too torment the grumpy chief of police.

Hopper knew he was in a losing battle, he other said something stupid and get in huge trouble or say nothing hav heave you torment him for the rest of the night. So instead he decided too once again ask what the favor was.

Before you could answer Phil peeked his head thru the door as he spoek, “sorry Chief- but it’s quitting time and we just wanted too say night. And merry Christmas”

Having only One officer on duty on Christmas Eve made sense it’s Hawkins. Nothing happens here. Minus the two missing kids. And the strange business with the Mall. But it was typical practice too have only one officer on Duty. And Since Hopper was the only one without a family he always volunteered too be the one who spends the night in the station. A few officers handed Hopper small gifts as they left and even said Merry Christmas too you as you waved weakly saying Merry Christmas as they all left.

Shifting your attention too Hopper your idea too torment Hopper disappeared with realizing he was now stuck here all night alone. While everyone is with their family.

You weren’t looking forward too returning home, with your dad and mOm fighting. And your younger siblings. Bickering. You walked over sitting down as he sighed realizing you weren’t leaving as fast as he hoped.

Looking at him you spoke, ‘what’s your plans for tomorrow?”

“drinking and hoping no one does anything stupid that they need help- what do you want Y/n?”

Staring at the chief you rested your elbows on the desk shaking your head- “Is there ever much trouble around here?” He chuckled softly shaking his head, “No-“

Nodding your head you pulled your hat off staring at the strange man. He was a strange creature, grumpy and missable and but deep down heart of gold.. you think- it’s not like he gives you much details about his life. But you pushed your hair back staring at Hopper.

He sighed resting in his seat stretching out realizing you weren’t leaving. Instead of fighting it he stared at you with crossed arms. “Don’t you have plans or something?” Hopper asked as you shook your head, “I told my family I wasn’t going too be home for another hour.”

“Why?”

You rolled your shoulders, ‘not much motivation too return too that mess.”

He chuckled softly as you stood up walking around the desk as you hop onto his desk staring at him. “Besides someone should stay with you for a while. So you don’t get lonely” he grinned weakly as he hit your leg softly he was caught off guard at how soft your leg is. He tapped his finger on your leg as he spoke, “it’s Christmas you should be with family.”

“Don’t be so dramatic it’s Christmas Eve- and my family isn’t doing anything- they be in bed by the time I get home anyways. You tired of my company already?”

The question was simple. So simple that you werne’t expecting much of a response. Probably one of his favorite one liners making you leave. But he surprised you with grabbing your leg. Placing your foot onto his lap. Seeing your heel pressing softly onto his leg as he spoke, “Aren’t your feet sore?”

He asked as he slowly caressed your leg a few times before catching himself and stopping as you spoke, “Okay- you got me there..t hey are begging too get out of these awful heels.” He chuckled as he reached down unclasping your heel strap as he pulled off your heel before grabbing your other foot and freeing it from the painful heels.

“why you take that job?”

Rolliing your shoulders, “it was that or the Gap.. and they didn’t call me back.” He chuckled as you chuckled, “the library job is opening up soon o it’s was just temporary”

Your feet rested on his lap as he reached up and rubbed your feet. Which felt like heaven! After being on your feet for ten hours.

“so what do you normally do when you’re here alone?”

Hopper rolled is shoulders at that question as he spoke, “depends on the day.”

“Oh?”

He squeezed your foot slightly hard as you groaned softly at he pressure as he spoke, “Depends if you show up or not.” You chuckled hearing that as you asked the next obvious question.

“and if I do appear?”

He grinned as he spoke, ‘I think about all the tricks and stunts you pull trying too make me fluster.”

You grinn looking at him as you spoke, “and what do you do while you think about all the things you think I’m doing?” He chuckled as he looks up at you, “I think of things I would do.”

That caught you by surprise as you nudged him softly with your foot hitting his chest. “Oh? And what do you think about?”

He grinned as he spoke “things that would make you blush.’ You chuckled softly as you went too move your foot from his chest as he grabbed your leg as he spoke, “maybe you should go Y/N/“

Shaking your head softly as you spoke “there is No place I would rather be.’ He grinned weakly freeing your leg putting it back on his lap as you shifted closer as you lean forward resting your elbows on your legs as you lead your head rest on your hands.

He reached up fast cupping your face as he pulled you into a deep kiss as he spoke, “you sure?”

“I’m positive Chief”

He pushed back softly holding your sides softly “what was that favor?”

Chuckling softly completely forgetting why you came too the station in the first place.

“Oh I was going too ask too use your phone so I could call saying I’m going too be late.. the roads are awful tonight.” He chuckled softly as you pulled him closer too you too give you another kiss.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Cheif Hopper asking too marry you. Unexpectedly

The Chief of police didn’t need too know it was you. When you entered the Cabin. He was busy in the kitchen cleaning but when he heard your pick up old pick up truck. Come into the lane way he knew it was you. You shuffled into the Cabin. Normally when you had a good day you would come inside, Smiling brightly saying “hey babe” Or “Hey Darling” or if you were feeling Spicy, “Hey officer sexy ” just too get him too blush and too embarrass Elle. Who would instantly call you gross but would laugh once seeing how it made her Dad’s cheeks go beat Red. But you were always cheerful. It annoyed Chief Hopper in the beginning when he first meet you.! You were too cheerful. Everyone you meet warned you about the chief. With the drug, drinking problem, the womanizer, the Grumpy Chief of police. You were you. You were kind and happy. But you also disliked him. Until Elle came into the picture. He changed, for the better and you couldn’t help Fall for the Man who was once a Asshole.

You opened the door kicking your shoes on the doorframe getting the dirt off it. Walking in. Tossing your purse onto the small bench near the front door. He noticed wit the loud thump that you weren’t your happy go lucky self. He walked over as you tossed your jacket too your pail as you kicked your shoes off. Normally you said Hi. And go and get changed into comfy cloths. Today. This was the last thing he wanted too happen today!! Of all days! He wanted you too be happy .but You grumbled. Going straight too your room. And ripped off your business attire cloths off fast. Like it was cause it your skin too boil. Getting into one of Jim’s Shirts you put on shorts. As you mumblered too yourself. The chief leaned against the wall near the door. As he crossed his arms.

“what’s wrong?”

You came out. Seeing him as you spoke, “can’ you arrest people for being idiots?” The chief grinned shaking his head, “No.”

You rubbed your face as you leaned your body against the doorframe. Rolling your eyes you stretched your neck. Your body was stiff from sitting at the teller desk all day. Listening too one complaint after another. Before you spilt your guts. The door opened. You turned seeing it was Elle, and Max. Seeing the girls you smiled brightly, “Hey girls. What you doing here? I thought you were Sleeping over at Max’s tonight?”

Elle’s eyes grew large as she was stunned. Maxine spoke up, grabbing Elle by the arm, “sorry we – Elle forgot her teddy bear.” You nodded her head. Before you could say another word they bolted off too Elle’s room. You turned back too your guy taking a deep breath stepping over hugging him. He opened his arms instantly for you. You hugged him tightly as he rested his head on yours.

You pushed back. Reaching up kissing him quickly before walking over too the kitchen too see he was prepping pork chops, and corn on the cob. The Chief watched as you put two beers into the freezer too freeze them faster. You turned back too him as Elle came dashing out of the room.

“My Bear isn’t in there..” Elle spoke the moment she entered the main area you walked over. Helping the girls. The chief watched. A simple moment. Seeing you he’s best friend. The love of his life. Shuffling around the living room lifting some pillows, and blanket sup trying too Find Elevens bear. It just brought a smile on his face. He couldn’t believe how much he’s life has changed in a few years. From living in the darkness too being in the light with his girls.

Last week he sat Elle down while you were at work too talk about marriage. He wanted too make sure Elle was okay with the idea of him asking you too marry him. After explaining it. She happily agreed. And tonight he asked Elle too sleep over at Max’s so he could ask you. The back yard was all set up. He had everything planned. He wasn’t expecting you to be grumpy. Or the girls too return. But you soon found the bear as you handed it too Elle as you spoke, “Hey Miss Elle!” You squeezed Elle’s shoulders tightly. “Remember. Don’t peek on the boys.. they are gross- physically..”

She chuckled as Max spoke, “So true! Let’s go.” Elle nodded her head stepping over hugging you. You hugged her back kissing her head. “You girls have fun!”

They parted as Maxine noticed the Chief. He was on his one knee looking up at you. Holding a small box. Elle’s eyes grew large looking over at him. You turned seeing him as he spoke, “Marry Me.”

You smiled brightly. He looked at you as he spoke, “I had this entire plan.. I basically kicked Elle out of the place tonight, I spent the entire day making the back yard look romantic and shit- but I can’t think of a better place too ask you. You always been so cheerful. When Elle came into my life. You helped me. Figure things out. And you call me out on my bullshit. And I’m nothing without you girls.. and I want too marry you. Too make us a family. Your everything I want Please.. Please I know I’m not worthy.. and that I’m a grump and I drive you crazy sometimes but please.”

Listening too him. You simply smiled stepping over too him. Going on your knees reaching over kissing him. “yes.”

“yes?”

You smiled nodding your head, “yes I’ll marry you.”