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megangovier · 1 year ago

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@mypoisonedvine💐

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 | dark!jim hopper x reader

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

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I expected better from you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm?"

"Why did you expect better from me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I like that," he added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What makes you think that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Don't you wanna finish?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You only whimpered a little as he held you tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Louder, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, are you close?” he taunted.

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

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

“Fuck,” you whispered again.

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

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

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

“I-I’m close,” you finally admitted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, he’s gonna do what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know,” he replied.

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soyscoutsmasher · 4 months ago

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Superpowers are good for bonding

After the events of season One El has been wandering through the snowy woods for some time now. What happens when she meets someone new who seems to be just as weird as she is.

No spoilers for anything past season 2 episode 3.

Crunching snow could be heard throughout the forest as a lone girl trudged through the sparse trees. Eleven had been living in the forest for a month now, eating whatever animals she could find to keep herself alive. While it was certainly not ideal, it was still better than what likely awaited her if she dared to go back into society, if she went back to Mike. All that awaited her was more experiments and more time locked in a cell. At least out here, she had freedom, even if the cost was sleeping in the freezing snow.

She at least had the jacket she had managed to take from the hunter who had found her. She felt slightly bad but also knew that he would have survived a simple hit to the face, and likely could afford a new jacket. Though it only served as a reminder of how fragile her security out here was, anyone could come across her and ruin everything. Close calls weren't something she was comfortable with, which often led her to be very jumpy and even more untrusting.

All of this meant she should have been more alert when a hand suddenly flung out of a tree in front of her.

Startled wouldn't even begin to describe what Eleven felt, dread would be more accurate. Frozen in fear she stood watching as the hand slowly became an arm, which slowly became a whole humanoid crawling from the tree. Though it wasn't as if they had just been inside the tree, it was as if they were just appearing from thin air and the tree was simply there for show. If it wasn't for the telltale glowing and her knowledge of what they were she would have believed it was simply her mind playing tricks on her. However, she knew better, she knew this wasn't her mind or eyes playing tricks.

This was something from the Upside Down, something clawing it's way back into her world. If not for her general state, both from the shock and generally from being out in the wild for so long, she would have used her powers immediately to remove this creature before it could do anything. Luckily for them, however, she was still stuck in place by the time they noticed her. Both of them simply stared, unmoving.

Save for the arm that they appeared to use to pull themselves from the Upside Down, whoever this was looked mostly normal. They stood tall, likely taller than anyone she had known before, even that police chief. They wore a tank top as their only upper garment, though there appeared to be some sort of jacket hanging off of their shoulder. They wore a pair of black leather pants, filled with patches of other discoloured material, likely from some self-repairs. Combat boots which their pants were tucked into. Strangely, they were wearing a gas mask, which also appeared to have some self-repairs, the right eye being completely duct taped over. Their hair was short and the colour seemed faded, almost grey.

“Hey,” they spoke with a calm voice. It was quiet, hoarse and muffled by the gas mask, but in the complete silence of the forest, Eleven could hear them clearly. “I didn't see you there,” came their voice again. Eleven couldn't find her voice right now, she just continued to stare wide-eyed. Initial surprise had worn off but it was replaced with a new surprise, the fact you spoke to her so human-like. “Are.. your parents around?” Asked the stranger, still looking at Eleven, or at least the gas mask was. This time Eleven managed to give a shake of her head, 'no'. The stranger seemed to look side to side, confirming what Eleven had just told them, before they spoke again, “Do you have parents?” This question made Eleven recoil slightly, she hadn't expected such a question to be the second thing something from the Upside Down would ask her. Once again she shook her head, 'no'.

Almost as if eased by the fact that Eleven had no parents the stranger slowly relaxed their posture, which just showed that they were even taller than they initially seemed. Next, they slowly brought their hands up to the mask on their face, and slowly they pulled it up to remove it. As they did this Eleven once again noticed their right arm, it was completely alien to look at. Purely black and almost appearing to be made of bone, it looked hard and spikes protruded from many points on it, one large spike was at the top of the shoulder. The hand itself was more of a claw, with sharp points as fingers.

Under their gas mask, Eleven didn't know what to expect, if it would be just like the hand and be unrecognisable or if it would be like the rest of the stranger, just human. What she ends up seeing is a mix of both. Their face was generally very normal, the first thing that stood out was how the right eye was bandaged, being completely covered. However, the second thing that was a lot more alarming once noticed was the third eye sitting in the middle of their forehead. Stranger even was the constant stream of a blood-like liquid that leaked from the eye.

Speaking of the third eye, it was now staring directly at Eleven, their regular left eye also was but that was less concerning right now. Their gaze wore Eleven down quickly and she found herself shrinking as they continued to almost study her before they suddenly spoke up again. “You know where I just came from don't you?” Eyes continued to study Eleven as they said that, and even now they almost seemed to be trying to get their answer from her body language alone. When she must have taken too long to respond for their liking they continued “And don't try to lie to me, I'll see right through it.” If not for their serious expression, Eleven would have thought that was kind of funny.

Eleven knew she had to be careful with this person. They were seemingly capable of travelling between the Upside Down and the regular world, and while she would be confident in her abilities to take someone like that on a regular, she had been living in the wild for a month and that took a toll on her energy reserves. Even if she could take this person down it would likely incapacitate her for too long.

With this in mind, she finally found her voice to respond, “The Upside Down.”

The stranger nods at this, looking away from Eleven now, they seem to study the location they are in. Eleven just continues to stare at them, still contemplating what to do with a side of gawking at their inhuman features. Their third eye appears to close after a few seconds of looking around, their left eye remains open as it falls back onto Eleven.

“Why are you out here, on your own?” They ask plainly.

“Hiding.”

“Hiding? What are you hiding from?”

“Bad men.” Their features morph to surprise at this answer, they had been expecting something like an animal, either from the Upside Down or just from the regular world. Bad men were something else entirely. It could mean anything from government agents to some bullies picking on a kid who seemed easy to make fun of. Either way, the stranger found themselves kneeling to be more level with the child in front of them before continuing to ask.

“What do these bad men want from you?” Their features had softened after the initial surprise, which wasn't something Eleven was expecting from them considering their demeanour a few minutes ago. However, their question was something Eleven didn't even really know herself, she just knew it would be bad, a fact which must have shown on her face as the stranger continued, “If you don't want to share that's ok, I'm hiding from something too so I know that sometimes you have to be tight-lipped.” The expression was foreign to Eleven, but she had silently appreciated them not continuing to press for what she meant about the bad men.

While kids running away and hiding in the woods wasn't exactly something the stranger thought was impossible, it was something they didn't think this situation was. The fact that the kid had been invisible to them before they came here already spelt the fact that something was off about them, but with how they were talking now, that just confirmed that there was something deeper here. They look away from Eleven as they debate within their mind on if they should say what they were thinking of saying. Before they could think about it for too long they already began to speak.

“Would you like to hide together?” Surprising Eleven, who was expecting more questioning of what she knew, an offer of help like that wasn't something she had expected at all. Her stunned silence must have made the stranger think they needed to continue, “I don't think I'd be able to sleep well if I didn't at least offer, y'know?” Eleven didn't. She was still busy being surprised about the offer, she was thinking it over in her head now. This person was a complete stranger and they were at least somewhat connected to the Upside Down, two things which screamed alarm bells to not trust them, yet Eleven found herself considering the offer. Being alone in the wild was starting to take its toll, she could tell. Again, she seemed to have taken too long to think about it as the stranger once again spoke, “If... If you need time to think about it, that's ok. If you decide you would like to then just look for the smoke, I probably won't be far.”

Eleven just watched as the stranger left, snow crunching under their feet as the trudged away. Her mind was still somewhat reeling from the whole encounter, except now she suddenly also had the fear of the fact she let someone who saw her leave. By the time she managed to snap out of her trance the stranger was already long gone, their footprints in the snow visible but quickly fading due to the now falling snow. Deciding on the spot that she needed to find the stranger, whether she was doing it to take their offer or if it was to make sure they didn't say anything about her was something she would think about on the way.

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The stranger sat at their quickly made campfire, attempting to warm themselves as they adjusted to being back in the normal world after a long time in the Upside Down. The heat was always the thing that they missed the most, it was so cold in there. The backpack they once wore was now strewn up on a tree, using some sort of pulley system to keep it off the ground. Their jacket was draped over a log which they then sat on, they still only wore the same tank top on their upper body.

Slowly, they pulled a knife out from its sheath on their leg. The blade glistened in the light of the fire, it was a regular-looking combat knife, standard issue. They studied the blade for a moment before they brought it to their right arm, the inhuman arm. Sucking in a breath they draw the blade across their arm, cleaving off a chunk of black as they do so, satisfied with the sharpness of the knife they continue. Bits of black fell to the ground as they cut it away, the sound of scraping making it clear the arm was made of a bone-like substance or at least one that sounded like bone.

It was this sound which allowed Eleven to find the stranger's camp so easily, the scrapes echoing into the trees for anyone around to hear, which was luckily only her for now. The sound confused her but she assumed it was some sort of fire-starting material, she had heard of being able to start a fire by simply rubbing two sticks together. However once she managed to get within looking distance of the camp she was confused to see a fire had already been started, she was also startled by the fact the stranger was already looking at her. Mind you she had not been trying to be quiet but the fact they had heard her over whatever they were scraping was concerning.

As the stranger looked at Eleven, she noticed some things about them had already changed, The third eye on their forehead was nearly unnoticeable, being only a faint line now, and the blood flow had seemingly also stopped. Their arm looked much less inhuman now, resembling a normal human arm more than a beast's claw. Though they were still clearly recognisable, mainly because the arm was still pure black. When Eleven managed to catch their eyes they just stared at each other for a moment before the stranger spoke up, “You want to take me up on that offer?” A small nod was the only response they got from the girl, but it was enough for them to scoot across the log they sat on, making room for Eleven to sit on.

Eleven sat on the log, and as she did that was when she noticed the black shavings on the ground and the knife in the stranger's hand, which explained the scraping sound. They sit in silence for a moment as the stranger simply looks at their blade, searching it for any damage. When they seem satisfied they slide the blade back into its sheath and stand, pulling on the jacket they were previously sitting on. Again they sit, and a silence overcomes the pair as they sit in front of the fire, slowly warming themselves up. The fire the stranger had made was much bigger than any that Eleven had ever tried to make, hers were usually small. Both because she wants to stay hidden, and because she could never really make them bigger even when she tried.

“You got a name I can call you?” Snapping out of her daze Eleven looks at the stranger, who returns her stare.

“El.” She held off on giving the full name, if this person was untrustworthy letting them know she was named a number likely would give away the rest of her story quickly.

“El. Nice and short, I like it.” They respond after a moment, giving a small smile. “I'm Y/N.” They offer their hand, which after a short hesitation El takes and gives a meek shake. They go back to watching the fire in silence for a moment before Y/N speaks up again, “I am human, just in case you were wondering, I know that might be hard to believe” They let out a small chuckle. While it wasn't exactly a surprise to hear they were human, it was somewhat a surprise to hear them specifically tell El this fact. She appreciated the fact she could be sure about it now anyway.

Before a comfortable silence could settle between the pair El felt Y/N grab her, pulling her close to them. She makes a noise of surprise and quickly looks up at them to see why they had done that, however, she notices that their third eye had opened again, the same stream of blood flowing from it again. They also had what looked to be a revolver in their other hand, held up as if they were expecting to shoot at something. Whatever had set them off was completely unknown to El, she hadn't heard or seen anything which could potentially be a concern.

As El goes to ask what Y/N was doing, they quickly shushed her, continuing to stare out at something El was completely unaware of. At some point, they aimed the gun towards the thing they must have seen that El had not. However after a moment they retracted the gun again and slowly they seemed to become less tense, their hold on El loosened and she was able to move away to look up at Y/N properly. The third eye was still bleeding but it looked as if it was slowing, they had also holstered their revolver once more. Eventually, they looked over at El too and caught her gaze. “I guess I should explain that.” El just nods in response.

Y/N turns their body towards El and slowly takes off the glove which was on their right arm, one which she had not even noticed they put on. “When I first entered the Upside Down it was because of an accident, and this accident caused me to lose my right arm and eye.” Y/N brings their arm up and into the light of the campfire for a moment, before bringing it towards their face and slowly lifting the bandages on their right eye. Beneath the bandages was a large scar, and a severe lack of an eye. “While I was in the Upside Down, I was... Influenced by it. That's why I have this weird black arm and the eye on my forehead.”

“How long?” El interrupted Y/N to ask.

“How long was I in the Upside Down?” El nods at their question. “A few months at least, maybe a year or two. Time is hard to keep track of in there.”

“Superpowers?” El again interrupts to ask.

“Um, superpowers? I don't think I would call what I can do superpowers but I can do some, unusual things.” They respond, slowly bringing their right hand in front of them, picking up a small handful of snow. They then close their eye, while the third eye stays open, they then move their hand forward and El watches as it seems to just disappear in front of her. Before she can exclaim at what she is seeing the hand is brought back, with no snow. “I can.. reach through, to the other side. Which means while I'm here I can reach into the Upside Down, and when I am in the Upside Down, I can reach into here.”

El nods at this, thinking before she asks something else that is on her mind. “Gate?” It's very vague and to most people that would be a complete nonsense question, but Y/N luckily knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You mean when I came out of that tree?” Again El nods. “That was something I call a rift, a smaller version of the gate. I can open them at will with my arm, and it lets me enter the other side completely, unlike when I just reach over with my hand only.”

El absorbs this information and ponders it before blurting out the other thing she was burning to ask since seeing Y/N. “Eye?”

They let out a small laugh at her blunt question, before explaining “This eye is special, it lets me see into the other side. Usually, I have it closed because as you saw, it likes to bleed. But it is helpful to see into there sometimes, especially when I want to cross over.” They seem to have a thought as their face shows their newfound curiosity. “That reminds me, I couldn't see you when I was crossing through the rift. Do you happen to have some superpowers too?”

Y/N's gaze falls on El and she feels nervous at the attention. She was debating internally if she should show them or not, on one hand, they already were so open with her, but on the other hand, there still was the chance they were dangerous. They may have just been waiting for her to reveal who she was to strike. Right now though, she wanted to push the paranoia away, she wanted to have someone to trust with this information, to have someone who she could be open with. “Yes,” she simply said, looking away from them.

Y/N watches as she looks away, not understanding her apparent apprehension in telling them. Though it does make sense that she wouldn't want to be the most open if she is being pursued by some bad men. “Would you like to tell me about them? Or show me if that is easier?” Y/N tries to ask as softly as they can, giving a small smile to the girl, who turns to look at her shortly before looking down in contemplation. After a moment of thinking, she gives a small nod, turning to the fire.

Both of them watch as one of the logs on fire is slowly lifted into the air on its own. Y/N doesn't even notice El's hand being held up or the blood now coming from her nose, being too enraptured with the show of powers from the girl. They were impressed, to say the least, telekinesis was certainly something new, even after a long time in the Upside Down. After a while the log fell back into the fire, El having either exhausted enough energy to stop or being too nervous about sharing her powers to continue.

“Woah”, a simple one-word answer was all the reaction Y/N gave initially, their mind had caught up to what their eye had seen and now their brain was finally trying to catch up on it all. “That was.. very cool,” they eventually added, realising that the single word was probably not enough. They also decided that after seeing El's still expectant face, she must have been expecting a bigger reaction. Unfortunately being in the Upside Down for as long as they had made Y/N probably much less impacted by things like this than others would be. Still, they smiled at El after the compliment, something which the girl did reciprocate slightly after a moment.

Blood still stained El's upper lip as she smiled at Y/N, forgetting to wipe it away momentarily. Once Y/N pointed at El's face she realised immediately without any words even needed to be exchanged, though that didn't stop Y/N from commenting. “Do you always get nosebleeds when doing that?” Nodding at the question El's smile slowly leaves her face, thinking back to previous times she has had to use her powers, though the change in mood is short-lived as she looks back at Y/N who was smiling somewhat wider, “Heh, what is it about supernatural powers and causing people to bleed?” They ask rhetorically with a grin, one which is quite contagious as El's smile has once again returned.

Being with someone who could relate to her felt new to El, she had just spent a long time with others who could not really understand her or what she could do. It was refreshing, to say the least, and made her feel more comfortable with her newest friend, well hopefully newest friend. It wasn't the same feeling as when she met Mike, it was a different kind of connection. It was closer to what she had felt with Joyce, protective would be the best word to describe it. The use of her powers had likely caught up to her when she yawned, surprised with herself almost she notices Y/N looking at her now, the grin from before more of a gentle smile again.

“Maybe it'd be a good idea for you to get some shut-eye.” The suggestion of sleep did seem appealing to El, but there was a feeling in the back of her mind about if it would be a good idea. Not only was sleeping always an opportunity for someone to find her defenceless, but she had also only known Y/N for a short amount of time in retrospect. These thoughts, however, were mostly trumped by her other thoughts of how exhausted she really was, maybe if she just thought of Y/N as a protector she would feel safe enough to finally get a good night of rest out here. Keeping herself awake even longer was likely a bad idea too, if she got tired enough it's not like being awake would be any better than being asleep. With all this in mind, El nodded at Y/N to answer their question.

After receiving their answer Y/N moved towards their bag quickly, making El slightly confused before they narrated what they were doing. “Sleep usually doesn't come to me easily, but luckily.” They pause as their hands rummage through the bag*- before finding whatever they were looking for “I still kept a sleeping bag.” They finish the sentence, presenting the rolled-up sleeping bag they now have in their hands. Slowly walking over to El they unwrap it, laying it out next to the log they were both sitting upon. Looking at El after setting it up, they realised that she probably had no idea what it actually was. “Ok so, this is a sleeping bag and it's kind of what it sounds like. It's a bag that you sleep in.”

Looking at the sleeping bag El's eyes squint, before she gets up from the log and crouches next to the opening of it, looking back up at Y/N. “I get in?” She asks, looking unsure of what to actually do.

Y/N nods at her question before adding, “You probably want to take off your shoes first though.” Following the advice, El slips off her shoes before entering the sleeping bag, head first. It takes Y/N a moment to realise what she was doing before they speak up, amusement quite clear in their voice. “Um, El, you don't go in that way.” They stop, small chuckles leaving their mouth as they cover it. El slowly removes whatever parts of her had gotten into the sleeping bag and looks up at Y/N with a questioning look on their face. “You go in feet first, so your head is sticking out of the hole.” The laughs had stopped but they still had a smile on their face as they explained how the sleeping bag worked.

Understanding how it worked now, El slowly shimmied her way down into the sleeping bag, until only her head was visible, once again she looks up to Y/N, who just smiles down at her. “What now?” she asks, not really knowing what to do now.

“You, just sleep.” Y/N states, slightly unsure of what El was expecting. The answer, however, seems to satisfy the girl as she just nods and looks up to the sky before closing her eyes. Y/N just watches her for a moment, before moving their attention to the fire, which was still going quite strong, but if they wanted it to go for the whole night more fuel would likely be needed. Though they did not want to leave El on her own yet, especially in case she was still awake, that wouldn't look the best.

Thus they just sat, watching the fire, the stars and the girl who was the first person they had spoken to this much in a long time. Their thoughts wondered as they observed the girls breathing slowly change over time, showing that she had now fallen asleep. Of course, Y/N was aware of how Hawkins was odd, and that came along with some odd people, they were a prime example of that. A child with powers like this was new though. Or at least if it wasn't new, then Y/N had worse perception than they thought.

The night turned to day quicker than either Y/N or El likely wanted. As much as it would be fun to just sit at a campfire forever both of them knew that it was likely not a good idea to stagnate like that and stay in the same place. El because she knew that eventually, someone else would find her, and there would be a lack of food and other necessities. Y/N because they knew that eventually their body would reject this world once again and they would be forced back into the Upside Down, which meant El would be left alone, which was not what they wanted. Unfortunately, the list of people to who you could bring a superpowered girl in Hawkins was quite limited.

As such, there was a routine that was adopted by the pair. Find somewhere nice and secluded to camp within the woods, then camp for the night, then find a new spot the next day. That worked for a while, but it unfortunately only satisfied one of their worries, Y/N was still left with the anxiety of leaving El on her own, yet still, no one came to mind that they could bring El to.

Luckily, they wouldn't need someone to come to mind, as eventually, that person presented themself, in an unorthodox fashion.

The pair had come across some sort of box while travelling through the woods, and deciding there wasn't really any reason not to look in it, they did. They found what appeared to be some, if slightly confusing, food rations. For some reason El was almost certain she knew who left them, Y/N wasn't sure how she knew but they also didn't really question it, the two had been together long enough that they trusted El for the most part, and if she said she knew who left them then Y/N wasn't one to disagree.

After taking the food from the box, Y/N decided that camping near it was likely not the best idea, but El seemed to want to remain close for some reason. Eventually, the pair managed to compromise and they camped near the box but still far enough away that if someone went to check on the box they would not see them, at least not without looking harder than most people would.

Even after the night, El seemed dead set on remaining near the box. Y/N was even more confused by this point, and El did not seem particularly keen on explaining why she was so dead set on watching the box. When night came the next day, however, Y/N got the answer. As both of them watched the chief of police, Jim Hopper, go up to the box and place more food within it, after looking quite surprised at the fact it was empty. He had looked around after searching the box and both Y/N and El had to duck quickly to avoid him seeing them.

This was the opportunity, both of them thought, however for different reasons. El was unusually confident in a decision which would normally make her very uncertain, the decision to go up to someone who she barely knew. She had some suspicions about the chief for a while, and knowing that he was leaving food for assumedly her just confirmed these suspicions. She was fully aware of the fact she and Y/N could not camp out in the woods forever, and this was what she considered a golden opportunity to get out of the woods. From her interactions with the chief before and her general understanding of what being 'chief of police' meant, she was sure that he could take or make somewhere that both her and Y/N could be safe. From the elements and from the bad men they both ran from.

Y/N however, saw this as an opportunity for another reason. Recently they had been having symptoms which they knew were due to being in the regular world for too long, they knew that time was short before going back to the Upside Down would be necessary. And the chief of police, well they knew he was lazy and not the best at his job, but they also knew he was not a bad man, and seeing a girl randomly in the woods had to be one of those situations where you did whatever you could to make her safe. Caution was needed though, if who and what El really was got found out by Hopper it could be very dangerous.

“You should go with him” “We go with him”

Both of them spoke at once to each other, turning to face each other at the same time, making it so they both saw the other person's surprised expression. Gears within their heads turned as they processed what was said. Y/N was the first to speak up after however.

“El, I can't go with him, but you also can't stay here with me forever.” Their words came out with hints of sadness and guilt. Sad that they could not stay with El and guilty that it took this long to have a conversation about any of this.

“N-no. You come too” Came El's reply, her face was filled with shock as she made no effort to hide the emotion that she felt from Y/N's words. She was sad and almost angry with them, why did they not want to go with her, had she annoyed them? Did they not like her? Was this a trick to get rid of her?

“I can't El, I just can't. Please just go with him, he can keep you safe.” Y/N pleaded, they were scared that Hopper would leave soon and this opportunity would be lost.

“You keep me safe,” El argued back, her face morphing into anger before quickly switching back to sadness “Why can't you too?” She quickly asked, with her own ideas of why still flooding her mind.

“I just can't” Y/N tried to emphasise, but they knew better by now. El would likely keep this up as long as she could talk, which meant they needed to just rip the bandaid off and explain why. “I-I can't stay here much longer, my body is starting to reject this world and I need to go back into the Upside Down soon.” Their facade of being calm had shattered at this point and the hurt was obvious on their face.

El's own face change from sadness into despair after hearing that, her eyes filling with tears as she processed the thought of losing another one of her friends. She couldn't think of any more words at this point, she just stared at Y/N, whose own eye was now starting to get filled with their own tears. Luckily they seemed to think of something to say.

“I c-can visit maybe, when I'm feeling better I can find you I promise.” Desperation laced their voice at this point, Hopper was likely very close to leaving and there was not much more time for them to convince El. The girl in question finally broke down, tears flowing down her face as small sobs left her throat. Y/N quickly wrapped the girl in a hug and tried to calm her down, but that just led to their own tears beginning to fall. “Please El, I can't protect you. If you go with him, I at least know you are safe.” Their voice pleaded with her.

After a moment of almost silence, with the only sounds being small sobs leaving both of them, El speaks “O-ok.” she stutters for a moment before continuing “Promise you visit?” She asks, Y/N pulls out of the hug to look her in the eyes, she still looks sad but there is a layer of determination in her eyes too.

“Yes, I promise to visit.” Y/N smiles again, even if their eyes betray the emotion they truly feel. Luckily that seems to be enough to finally convince El to go with Hopper. Both of them stand quickly and Y/N looks in the direction that they saw Hopper walk off into before looking back at El, “You saw where he went right?” Getting a nod in return from El they quickly grab her hand and they both start walking in that direction.

After some walking they luckily see Hopper standing in front of his truck through the trees. He seems in thought and Y/N takes this chance to once again turn to El and quickly crouches down to bring her into another hug, which she easily reciprocates as they both clutch each other tightly. Eventually, however, Y/N pulls away again looking into El's eyes.

“I'll miss you.” The soft whisper comes.

“Me too.” Her own soft response comes.

El slowly moves away from Y/N and with a small encouraging hand gesture from them, she begins to walk towards where Hopper still stands. Her walking makes enough noise that Hopper notices and looks to where she exits the woods, moving from his slight lean on the truck to stand up straight.

“Hey, kid.” Are the two words that leave his mouth, surprise evident on his face. He clearly wasn't actually expecting to see her, but there was also relief on his face from finally finding her.

“Hi.” Is El's simple reply. Her own face still shows some hints of the emotional roller coaster she just went through, but she does well enough at hiding it for now.

“You wanna.. come with me?” Hopper eventually asks, pointing his thumb at the truck, to which El simply nods, walking over to the truck where Hopper manages to instruct her into the passenger seat. Before he gets into the truck himself, however, he takes a look into the woods thinking he saw something glowing. After looking for a short moment he decided it was likely nothing, he has higher priorities now anyway.

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El sits alone on the couch in the cabin she now calls home, the TV in front of her showing some random movie that she has no idea what is about, not really paying much attention. Her hair is longer now, still short but nowhere near the shaved look, it was a while ago. Her clothes are also in much better condition, with no tears or patches in sight. For once she actually appears to be quite relaxed.

Behind her, however, something slowly walks to be right behind her, completely unaware of this presence she just continues to watch the tv, even as a claw slowly descends down onto her head, hovering an inch or two above the newly long hair. It stays like that for a while, until the figure begins shaking a small bit. The figure then moves its hand to be closer to her neck, now hovering a small bit above the collar of the T-shirt El was wearing. The figure again stops, the small shaking starting again, though this time it is more intense.

Still completely oblivious to what is happening behind her El turns her head to look into the kitchen of the cabin, the motion of which causes the figure to quickly move its hand back to avoid being touched. El's vision quickly finds the person she was looking for and her eyes quickly move to be focused as she also lifts her hand. An empty can which was once on the side slowly lifts into the air before suddenly flying forward, hitting Hopper in the back of the head where he stands.

“Gah, I know I know, I'm going as fast as I can kid.” He says without turning, his back still towards the now pouting girl sitting on the couch.

“Go faster.” Is her only response as she turns back towards the tv, satisfied with her rushing of Hopper. Still entirely unaware of the figure behind her, their other hand is now also present at El's head level.

Hopper finally finishes what he was doing in the kitchen, picking up the bowl of homemade caramel popcorn he turns towards where El is sitting only to notice the figure behind her. Upon noticing this figure he jumps in surprise, almost dropping the entire bowl. Luckily only a few pieces of popcorn fall out onto the floor, which he quickly decides can be tomorrow's problem. El notices the weird episode from Hopper and once again turns her attention away from the tv onto him with a look of confusion evident on her face.

“You ok?” El asks, sitting up from her laid-back position. Her concern for the man is only second to her concern for the popcorn which now lays on the floor. Hopper, having regained his composure, looks back towards El.

“Yeah yeah I'm fine, your friend just surprised me.” He says dismissively, also assuming that El was already aware of the figure behind her, which she was not.

“Friend?” She asks, even more, confused than before, however, before she can turn around she is lifted from her sitting position suddenly. Suprise would likely be an understatement, as the girl screams at the top of her lungs, her powers also seeming to happen as second nature as the figure is pushed backwards quickly, while she just falls back onto the couch before quickly moving to turn around and look at whoever grabbed her.

Once she finally realised who she was looking at her face instantly changes from fear to joy. She leaps over the back of the couch and quickly runs up to the figure who now has its arms open as they crouch down.

“Y/N!” El shouts, not as loud as her scream but still loud enough that Hopper is glad the cabin is secluded. The person in question quickly wraps El into a hug, which she immediately reciprocates as she is lifted into the air and spun around. The hug ends quickly as Y/N puts El down and smiles widely at the girl.

“El!” They mimic her tone both of them grin at each other, Y/N's eyes begin to study the girl noticing that she was wearing a shirt that they hadn't seen before. “New shirt?” they ask with a raised eyebrow, a quick nod is El's response to the question, doing a small spin to show it off to their friend. A cough from the police chief brings both of them out of their reunion as their attention is drawn to him. “Hopper,” Y/N says with a nod and another big smile directed towards him.

“Y/N, late again.” He says a small amount of humour in his voice as he finally sits down on the couch El once resided on. Said girl has quickly climbed back into the middle of the couch and is already patting the space next to her while looking directly at Y/N, who takes the girl's frantic patting seriously as they quickly move around the couch to sit next to El, not wanting to climb over the back as she did, god forbid they accidentally knock the whole thing over.

“Not any later than I usually am Chief, I just decided to clean up before I came out.” their words are directed at Hopper even while they ruffle El's hair with their left hand. Both El and Hopper look towards them and notice that those words do have truth in them, the third eye which is usually left over is already gone, along with any signs of blood leaking from it. Their right arm also appears to be already filed down to be humanoid again, which Hopper realises means the bathroom is likely covered in the usual black shavings again. “I was also standing behind El for like five minutes so that didn't help.” They add to their previous sentence, a smug look on their face as El's own face turns into shock, surprised that it took her that long to notice them.

Hopper grumbles something about having to clean up the arm shavings again, but he still offers both Y/N and El some of the homemade popcorn, which both of them happily take a handful of, and both give a nod towards the chief after tasting the snack.

Y/N and Hopper look towards El as both of them realise the tv has stopped playing whatever was on previously. Said girl holds her hand out as the VHS moves from the counter and into the VHS player which Hopper rented for this occasion specifically, the movie Hopper picked begins to play as the three of them settle into the couch and get comfortable. Y/N handed El a tissue to deal with her already oncoming nosebleed.

As the movie starts El looks at Hopper and then at Y/N, smiling to herself as she relaxes between both of her protectors.

This was going to be a good movie night.

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

jim hopper x reader smut | enemies to lovers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Shut up, Hopper!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ollielovesjisoo · 2 years ago

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

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

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

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

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eddiemunson-reader-shame · 6 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Credits: banner by @strangergraphics

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone except nosey ass Eddie Munson.

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

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

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

Thems was fightin’ words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie secretly loves the audacity you have.

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

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

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

It always makes you feel like this:

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanon #stranger things headcanons #jim hopper #diane hopper #al munson #Hopper!Reader

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explorevenus · 1 year ago

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griffonsgrove · 2 years ago

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~~ Welcome to my Blog ! ~~

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

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

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

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR :

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(Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

Alastor

Vox

Valentino

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Lucifer

Stolas

Mammon

Asmodeus/Fizzaroli

Blitz

Striker

Loona

(Creepypasta)

Slenderman

Trenderman

Eyeless Jack

Zalgo

Jeff the Killer

Ben Drowned

Splendorman

Offenderman

Masky (Tim)

Hoodie (Brian)

Laughing Jack

Jane the Killer

(Gravity Falls)

Bill Cipher

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

(Slashers)

Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Kruger

Jason Vorhees

Yautja (The Predator)

Pennywise

Art the Clown

Micheal Myers

RZ!Micheal Myers

Brahms Heelshire

(Across The Spider-Verse)

Miguel O’Hara

Hobie Brown

Peter B. Parker

The Spot

(Villainous)

Black Hat

Dr. Flug

Demencia

5.0.5 (Platonic)

Penumbra

(Stranger Things)

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Billy Hargrove

Johnathan Byers

What I Will Write:

Headcanons

One-shots

Drabbles

Smut/Nsfw

Platonic Relationships

Self-Insert/OC’s

Moderate gore/Body Horror

X readers

(Ask about kinks and fetishes)

What I Will Not Write:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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yoditopascal · 2 years ago

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Heat of the Moment (Part Four)

summary: ‘Adopted daughter to police chief Jim Hopper, Shea has a hard enough time fitting in at Hawkins high, throw in monsters, meddling kids, and alternate dimensions into the mix and she’s not sure how she’ll survive.’

content warning: some angst, character deaths, period-typical racism, period-typical sexism, canon-typical violence, possible smut later on??? (honestly we’ll see), cussing, mutual pining, found family, drug use, this is a reader insert but I hate using y/n so your nickname is ‘Shea’

Previous Chapter//Next Chapter

Vecna's Curse

Unfortunately for the group Steve and Robin still had to work so they collectively decided, meaning fought over with rock paper scissors, to wait till their shift was over to go to Rick’s place

“What’s the deal with you and Eddie by the way?” Dustin asked as they munched on some fries in the parking lot on the roof of Shea’s car. It was a little past 6pm and they were still waiting on Robin and Steve to get off work so they decided to grab a snack to pass the time. Max was sitting on the hood with her headphones over her ears blasting Kate Bush as they conversed.

“What do you mean?”

“ I mean I’ve barely seen you guys even interact with each other let alone hang out and now he’s all asking about you at lunch and stuff?” Dustin said as he dipped his fries into a huge glob of ketchup and shoved them in his mouth, waiting for Shea’s response

“He was asking about me?” She could feel her cheeks heat up a bit as she answered his question with a question.

“Yeah like a lot, it’s pretty gross” Dustin scoffed as he scrunched up his face at her

“We’re just friends” she retorted a little too quickly for Dustin’s liking but the teen decided to leave well enough alone and went back to his fries

Finally, off of work, it was well past 10 pm when the five of them piled up into Shea’s car and headed over to the Lipton residence on Holland road.

The street ahead was pitch black save for the few lights that shown through the trees from their headlights. Pulling into the dark driveway Dustin was the first to bounce out of the car with his flashlight and race up to the front door ringing the doorbell over and over again waiting impatiently as no one answered

“Guys I don’t think he’s here,” Steve said walking up behind Dustin, he put a hand on his shoulder and tried to steer him towards the car but was shrugged off.

“Eddie! It’s Dustin! We just wanna talk!”

Stepping outta the car with their own flashlights Max Robin and Shea walked around the seemingly empty house, peeking into the windows with their lights as they walked before coming back to the front door where Dustin continued to beat on.

“We just wanna help!” He pleaded as he kept up his tirade on the front door

“Reefer Rick!” Dustin tried one last time

“Dude! Don’t shout that!” Robin shushed him

“There’s no one here man!” Steve shouted tired of Dustin and his pounding already, he was seriously starting to get a headache now with all this Eddie business.

“Hey guys?” Max called from a little ways off from the group.

Turning their attention to her they realized she was shining her light at the boathouse off to the side of the home that had a light on for some reason.

The group slowly approached the boathouse, shining their lights into the windows as they neared, trying to get a decent look inside. When they couldn’t see past the dust and cobwebs that cover them Steve pushed the girls back behind him as he and Dustin entered into the unlocked boathouse first.

It was dark and damp inside the boathouse with nautical equipment decorating the floor and walls

“Hello? Robin called “Anyone home?”

No one answered as the group continued to look around, searching for any type of clue that Eddie might have been there.

A big thud cause everyone to jump as they all turned their flashlights towards the sound and found Steve poking at the large tarp that covered the boat in the center with an oar.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked, scared half to death

“He might be in there,” Steve said as he continued to poke and prod at the tarp

“So why are you beating it?!” Shea whisper shouted not wanting to scare whoever could possibly be under the tarp off

“It could not be him!” Steve whisper shouted back

“Dude just take the tarp off!” Dustin whispered as he walked up to the other side Steve watching him continue to poke the tarp tiredly.

“If you’re so brave you take the tarp off!”

Just as Shea was about to make another remark the tarp went flying as Eddie jumped to his feet from underneath. Broken bottle in hand he backed Steve up into the wall with the glass at his throat.

“Wait wait wait!” Steve cried his hands in the air in surrender.

“Whoa, Eddie stop!” Dustin cried his hands up in defense from behind Shea. She had instinctively placed herself between him and Eddie before she realized who it was.

“Eddie! It’s me! It’s Dustin!” Dustin tried to reason. “This is Steve!” He said realizing that Eddie probably had no idea who Steve was.

“Steve’s not gonna hurt you, Eddie! Tell him, Steve!”

“Right, yep I’m cool man,” Steve said as he swallowed thickly

“Eddie why don’t you drop the bottle and we can talk about this ok?” Shea said finally drawing his attention away from Steve for a split second as he just realized she was there.

“W-what are you guys doing here?” He asked as his voice trembled, his grip on the bottle tightening as Steve flinched.

“We’re looking for you!” Dustin cried again stepping around Shea to get closer to his friend

“We’re here to help Eddie!” Shea said, putting her hand on Dustin's shoulder to stop him.

“These are our friends,” Dustin said pointing to Robin and Max who stood stock still behind them.

“You know Robin from band, the is my friend Max the one who never wants to play dnd”

“You know me, Eddie,” Shea said approaching him with her hands out, she gently placed a hand on his holding the broken beer bottle “Please Eddie it’s ok”

“I swear on my mother! We’re on your side! Right guys?”

“Yes we swear!”

“Y-yeah on Dustin’s mother!”

“Eddie” Shea called one last time, her grip on his hand tightened softly enough to let him know she wanted him to let go but not hard enough to hurt him. Looking into her eyes he searched for any hint that this was a trick, any hint that the minute he let Steve go she’d turn him over to the cops but the longer he looked into her eyes the more he realized she was being genuine.

With a shaky sigh, Eddie pushed himself off Steve and dropped the bottle

“Oh thank Christ you’re ok!” Shea cried as she went to pull him into a tight hug once he dropped the bottle. Eddie flinched at the contact at first, still terrified after everything he’s been through but eventually, he slowly returned the hug before he slouched down to his knees on the floor with Shea seated beside him.

“We wanna know what happened,” Dustin says as he kneels down in front of Eddie

“You won’t believe me” he sniffled

“Try us” Max said causing Eddie to look up at her before he sighed.

Rubbing his face with his hand Eddie spent the next few minutes trying his best to describe exactly what had happened at his place as Shea gently held his hand in hers, rubbing it with her thumbs trying to soothe him as he spoke.

“Her body just like lifted into the air and uh, she just hung there and her bones god her bones just started to snap!” He cried rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

“H-her eyes it’s like there was s-something in her head pulling them.” He sniffed, refusing to meet any of the party’s eyes.

“I-I didn’t know what to do so I- I ran”

“I tried to wake her but I-it was like she was in a trance or something”

“Or under a spell,” Dustin added

“A curse…” Eddie added on further completely mystified at the idea that this was all really happening

“Vecna’s curse…” Dustin said somberly as if just realizing something.

“Fuck you guys think I’m crazy.” Eddie sighed as he came to the end of his explanation shaking his head as he looked back down at the floor.

“You’re not crazy Eddie, far from it” Shea tried to reason with him but Eddie just snatched his hand from hers and shook his head again.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.” He screamed visibly shaking now. He knew how this sounded to any sane person, hell if he had heard something like this he’d personally be high tailing it outta there ready to send the guy on a one-way trip to Pennhurst.

“We’re not! We believe you!” Dustin reiterated as he tried to calm his friend. He reached out to touch his hand but Eddie flinched away, saddening the teen as he did so.

“Look what I’m about to tell you might be a little …difficult to take in.” Eddie looked at Dustin like he was crazy but slowly nodded his head anyways.

“You know how people say Hawkins is cursed?”

“Yeah?”

“They’re not..way off”

The group all takes a seat surrounding Eddie as they begin to explain to him about El and the upside down and everything that’s been going on in Hawkins since the beginning.

It was nearing 1 am when the group decided it was time they left so that their parents didn’t go out looking for any of them. Shea was skeptical about leaving Eddie behind again, offering to let him stay at her place once again, but with the cops now involved everyone thought it best to let him stay where he was.

“Don’t worry Hops I’ll be ok” he said holding her hands as the rest of the group began leaving the boathouse. Trying to reassure both her and himself.

“Are you sure? I can stay with you” she asked as her thumb rubbed over his pig ring. She looked down t the ground before looking back up at his face searching his eyes but he looked away from her putting his other hand over hers before letting her go.

“Nah you have work in the morning I’ll be fine” Shea looked back at him one last time before she walked out the door, Eddie watching her through one of the boathouse windows. He watched her as she went to open the back door but was stopped by Steve.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Steve asks pulling Shea to the side, closing the car door behind them

“What’s up, Harrington?” She sighed, she was still pretty irritated with him and didn’t really want to hear what he had to say.

“When Eddie had that bottle at my neck…for a split second my whole life flashed before my eyes and I thought I was gonna die with you still mad at me over something stupid.” He sighed

“Look Shea I’m really sorry ok? I was outta line-“

“No I uh I get it Steve,” she said pushing her hair from her face. “the whole Billy thing I get it you’re just being…well you” She sighed again, really what more could she expect from Steve Harrington?

“You’re like the brother I never knew I needed.”

“Someone’s gotta look out for you shithead” he chuckled as he grabbed her shoulder reassuringly and pulled her under his arm in a side hug

“So we’re still cool?” He asked.

“Like the other side of the pillow Harrington”

She says pulling him into a tight hug.

From the window of the boathouse Eddie could see her wrap her arms around Harrington and he could feel a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach watching them.

tag list: @imatrisk @spoonflix @elitesanjisimp @sadbitchfangirl

#heat of the moment masterlist #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black reader #eddie munson x black!reader #heat of the moment

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serafae · 2 years ago

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• this blog contains nsfw content intended for mature audiences only. do not read or interact if you are a minor and/or do not have your age somewhere on your blog. for my own safety, ageless blogs and anyone under the age of eighteen will be blocked.

• i mostly write for myself, so my works tend to feature a female reader. that being said, any requests i receive will be written with gender neutral language. the appearance of my reader inserts are never described in an attempt to be as inclusive as possible. everyone should be able to enjoy and see themselves in fanfiction!

• please be sure to read the entirety of this post if you are interested in sending a request. i will cover fandoms, what i do and don't write, and any requirements for sending a request.

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• dc comics: bruce wayne, clark kent, conner kent, dick grayson, harley quinn, jason todd, john constantine, koriand'r, pamela isley, roy harper, zatanna zatara.

• marvel comics: erik lehnsherr, frank castle, kurt wagner, loki laufeyson, logan howlett, matt murdock, peter parker, remy lebeau, rogue, vision, wade wilson, wanda maximogg.

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• headcanons & drabbles: i will write headcanons for up to three characters per request and drabbles for a single character. everyone defines a drabble differently, so for me it's a short fic somewhere between 400-700 words.

• reader inserts: i only write reader insert/character relationships. as stated previously, in an effort to be as inclusive as possible they will be written as gender neutral and as plus size and poc friendly.

• pairings: i will happily write a request that pairs the reader up with both male and female characters. i am also open to writing poly pairings, though only for certain characters (ex. wanda/reader/vision).

• genres: angst, fluff, and smut.

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• canon/canon: i do not write ship fics. i just don't get enjoyment from it.

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1980s-robin · 6 years ago

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listen to your heart

pairing: chief jim hopper x fem!reader

fandom: stranger things

requested: yes

a/n: this was requested as a female reader, so i wrote it as such. also this IS an age gap fic, but that does not mean i support giant age gaps in real life this is just for the purpose of fiction. also this is sort of an au, i don’t know how long he was in Hawkins nor do we know his age, for this story he’s the same age as david harbour, which makes him fourty-four. also, i’m back !

summary: the reader has always been a relatively quiet girl, but she falls in with the wrong crowds with people around her age. hopper liked her for her maturity and kindness, but he just can’t figure out why she’s a different person when she’s around her peers.

warnings: 15 year age gap, some angst, some anxiety

word count: 1.5k words

The day that you met Chief Jim Hopper was on your twenty-third birthday, you were about to finish college and you decided that you were going to work for the police. You had always wanted to make a difference in Hawkins, you didn’t know why since it was a smaller town, but when you were younger you always felt safer if you were closer to a police station at night so you decided that you wanted to be someone who worked there and gave other people that sense of security.

When you met Hopper, he seemed to be irritated by everything, he didn’t even notice that you were in the station and when they left you to meet Hopper and be assigned a job by him. You were quiet, you minded your own business, but you still had this hidden sort of sassiness that Hopper was able to see. After a week of working there, he took a liking to you, and seemed a bit less rude to you than he was to everyone else in the early morning and right before his shift ended.

As time progressed, you developed a sort of friendship with Hopper, however nothing much happened. He always remembered that he had met you when you turned twenty-three, and while you were an adult he just thought you were too young for anything to go further. Everything had changed on your twenty-ninth birthday, though. It was six years after you both had met, to the day, and he decided it would be okay for the office to send you out to investigate something small, only for you to come back to a surprise party. It wasn’t his idea, but he had no problem with the other officers throwing you a party since you had all known each other for a few years. When you got back to the station, you were met with streamers and balloons, nothing short of alcohol. After a few hours, you and Hopper were alone in the station, and both of you had been drinking quite a bit. You ended up confessing your feelings, and he cut it short and went home, only to confess he felt the same a week later.

Now, the two of you have been together for a year and Hopper seemed pretty happy. But lately, you’ve been acting a bit different, you recently met an old friend from high school and the two of you decided to catch up on what’s been going on with you both since graduation, which led to you hanging around a new crowd. At first, there was nothing wrong with your new friends, but then they started being a little more reckless, and you started being a little more insecure about your relationship with Hopper which is what caused you to do the reckless things with your friends.

Thing is, you loved Jim even if neither of you had shared that little fact with each other verbally, but people didn’t like that there was a good fifteen years of age between the two of you. While he wasn’t old enough to be your father, probably, people still thought it was too big of an age gap and had a problem with it. Some people were completely okay with what was going on with you two, especially since it seemed like you were actually opening Hopper up in some way. But some people frowned down upon it, they shook their heads and whispered when either of you walked by even if it was separately. You were beyond glad to be with Hopper, but you felt insecure about the things people said about the two of you and your relationship.

You took this out by doing things like breaking into abandoned places, telling them secret things to help them commit crimes without alerting the police, everything. You were doing utterly stupid things, and at this point, if Hopper didn’t do something he was an accessory to the crimes you were committing. It’s not like you were doing anything hurtful or really bad, but you were still committing crimes and it was still a problem, especially since you worked at the police station.

Which is what led to where you were at this moment, sitting on the couch of Hopper’s cabin, which you practically lived at since you were almost always in his cabin and not in your own house, with Hopper sitting across from you while you fidgeted nervously. He knew you knew he knew what you had been doing. And you knew he was going to say something about it.

“Why?” He asked, simply, his gaze heavily faced in your direction. “Why, what?” You asked, playing dumb, but you knew the answer. “Why are you hanging around with people who are bad for you?” He questioned and you sighed, “I- I don’t know they’re just people from school we’re catching up after twelve years.” You tried, but he shook his head. “That’s not it, Why?” He questioned you again, and you knew there was no avoiding what you didn’t want him to know about.

“I hear them talk, Hop. I know everyone in this town doesn’t think I’m good enough for you.” You muttered, facing everywhere but at him. “Excuse me?” He asked, and he honestly seemed rather offended by what you were saying. “People fucking talk about us like there’s something wrong with our relationship like I’m not good enough like I’m a child even though I’m thirty years old. You can’t tell me you haven’t heard it.” As you finished your explanation, you finally glanced at Hopper and he just looked like he didn’t know what do say.

“So you don’t want to be with me anymore, because if I’m the reason why you’re feeling terrible then we can-” “No! No, Hopper, I don’t want to not be with you but I just… I don’t feel like it… I’m not- I’m not good enough and you know it.” There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Hopper moved over to sit next to you on the couch. You glanced up at him only to feel his hand wrap around yours, you reciprocating and tangling your fingers with his.

“You can’t let them bother you, (Y/N). So what if some dick treats you like you’re a little girl, you’re not, you’re a grown woman.” His declaration was sloppy and awkward, but the fact that he tried to say anything to you was more than enough to convey his point. “I know I just… I get so afraid of people’s opinions I- I shouldn’t have let them impact me. I love you, and that’s all that matters.” It wasn’t until you had finished speaking that you realized you had just told Hopper that you loved him and that neither of you had said that to each other yet. You didn’t dare look up at him as you felt your face heat up and your head get fuzzy. Not like you were going to pass out but like you wanted to undo the mistake that you had just made.

There was silence before you felt Hopper’s free hand move to your chin to tilt it upwards so you were forced to look at him. The second your eyes met he quickly pressed his lips to yours, you easily kissing him back as your free hand tangled in his hair. The kiss lasted for a few moments, long enough for the two of you to need to break before you really needed air, your foreheads pressed against each other as you looked at each other in silence for a moment before you finally broke it. “I love you too.” He mumbled back, almost like he was afraid to say it, and you knew why. He had been through so much, had lost so much, he probably was afraid to tell someone that he loved them. “Fuck what other people have to say.” He said, a bit louder than his last statement to which you quickly grinned. “Fuck ‘em.” You agreed, pulling him into another kiss before you leaned into the couch, Hopper wrapping an arm around you so you could lay your head in his lap.

As you fell asleep, calmed by him being around you and running his fingers through your hair, you knew you made the right choice. After that day, you told your old friends that you couldn’t help them anymore, that you had a duty as a sheriff’s deputy to abide by the law. Some of them understood and continued to speak with you, but some of the others didn’t. You knew you had love in other friends, in Hopper, and you didn’t need to be around people who were making you do things that just weren’t you.

You did ignore what other people had to say about you because it wasn’t their business if you were younger than Hopper. They didn’t understand your relationship and most of them didn’t even know anything about you to begin with. A week later he actually asked you to move in with him, since you practically did anyway, and you happily agreed, moving what was left at your home to his and placing your house on the market. Sometimes you just have to listen to your heart, and that’s exactly what you did.

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