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Days of Old and Nights of New (Jim Hopper X male!reader

Prompt: a hurt-comfort using the line “I am so sick of feeling like crying all the time”

Request: No Pairing: Jim hopper X male!reader, Eleven X male!reader (platonic)

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: thoughts of cheating. doubt. feelings of depression, mentions of drinking

(Set up: post season 2 pre season 3, christmas time. Hopper is taking care of EL in the cabin and has been so wrapped up in the stuff with El he loses sight of his husband)

My brain decided there wasnt enough hopper fanfiction so i present this. i hope it does Hopper justice.

The day was cold but the night was colder without him by your side. The blankets that lined the couch felt heavier in the trailer that you and your husband lived in by the lake. The sun kissed the skyline as it set and the moon arose from its own slumber as you curled up on the couch alone and thought about where you were in life. There had been days where Hopper and you had spent cuddling in front of a ceramic heater and mindlessly watched whatever was on the TV at the time, enjoying each other's presence and you feeling safe under his touch. But now? Most days you didn’t see him unless it was a couple moments before he rushed off to work, without even a good morning or kiss or even a good morning.

You thought about how things started. A very young version of you was going to pick up your father from a diner and saw a man sitting at the counter. Being friendly, you made your way over to the seat next to him and sat down. You ordered a coffee and looked over at him and gave a polite wave and as he looked over you were captivated by the storm that seemed to rest along his furrowed brows and the depth of his gray eyes. There was a very subtle 5 o’clock shadow that graced his jawline and cheekbones, a thin mustache dusting his upper lip.

“Hello. Do you need something?” He said, breaking me from the trance you found yourself in. “Sorry, I got lost in thought. I didn’t mean to stare, chief.” you mumble and turn back to the counter and wait for my father to let me know he is ready to go. “Yeah well some people don’t like being interrupted." Hopper started and grumbled into his cup as he turned away before putting a five dollar bill on the counter and walking out the door. You frown as you turn to your father and motion for him that it was time to leave. He stands up and follows you out and you drive him home before pulling out of the driveway to complete your own errands and think about your encounter with the very broodish Jim hopper.

Over the 4 years you knew him you broke his walls down and grew closer to him, eventually you revealed how you felt for him and much to your surprise he felt the same. A few months later you were married (informally as gay marriage was not an option) and moved in together.

You let out a sigh of frustration as you remember how nice those days felt and burrowed further into the blankets that lay on the couch to escape the cold of the room. Normally you would have laid down in bed but it made you feel so small to be in the bed, let alone the room without Hopper so you settled for the couch. A heavy, sinking feeling in your chest that you could only describe as sorrow filled your whole body as you felt tears well up in your eyes. You haven’t seen Hopper in days. Christmas was tomorrow and here you were alone in the dark.

Normally around this time you and Hopper would have decorated the small trailer and would be eating and dancing to the music on the radio before settling down with a couple of beers and watching movies, you wanting to open presents early and him saying “no” and “if you open them now, you’ll ruin the christmas magic”. You let a few more tears slip, not hearing a truck pull up and the door open.

You feel the cold from outside rush in and quickly you wipe your tears and pretend to be asleep on the couch as you hear boots thump around the living room and stuff being rummaged through. The lights being flicked on can be seen behind closed eyelids and listening to Hopper talk to himself about finding food for “El” and how he had to go to the cabin and clean it up. You stay as still as you can and only shift to face the couch. You couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks as you heard Hopper talk about this “El” person and how he was fixing a cabin up for them. Once you heard the door close you sat up and sighed heavily as you went to stand, tripping up on the blanket and moving to the bedroom and dropping the blanket on the bed then head to the shower.

You start the shower and remove the 3 day old clothes from your body and hop in. You lather the shampoo in your hair and rinse it out, the heavy feeling in your chest only gathering more weight until you are sitting in the tub and letting the water of the shower run down your body and let your emotions run down the drain along with the soap and water. You didn’t realize how long you were in the shower until it was ice cold and there was a knock on the door of the bathroom. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you stood back up, the bones in your legs popping under your weight and the pressure you shut off the shower and wrap a towel around your hips as then make your way towards the door after glancing towards the mirror. You didn’t recognize the person in the mirror anymore, hair dripping wet, your eyes rimmed red, your face gaunt and pale.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror you hear another knock on the bathroom door, sounding more urgent, filled with worry. Opening the door you come face to face with your husband of 2 years and watch as he smiles at you, the heavy feeling in your chest becoming lighter but not disappearing. You force a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes as he steps aside and lets you out. He pressed a kiss to your lips as you walked by to the bedroom, hopper following you. You grab one of his shirts and throw it on and pull on a pair of boxers then turn to face him.

“How was work?” you whisper as you lay on the bed and look towards him as he lit a cigarette and watch him unbutton his work shirt, discarding it by the dresser the two of you share and shrugging as he started working on removing his belt. “Same old, paranoid Murray called in again, something about Russians in Hawkins. Other than that it was slow. How was your day sweetheart?” he said as he finished his cigarette and sat on the bed. “ I didn’t do much. Woke up, went to work. Talked to the Byers. We should do Christmas with them this year. Joyce invited us again. It would be rude to not go.” You said as you faced him. “Why don’t we just watch movies like we normally do?” he said. “I want to do something different, shake things up. Plus if you get off work late I really don’t want to be alone on christmas.” you reply simply, hiding how you really felt from him.

“Alright, we can do that. I won’t be late. It is Christmas after all.” Jim said with a soft smile and leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his facial hair tickling your face. You smile into the kiss, the feeling from earlier dissipating as you sink into his side. He lays down and holds you close.

The next morning you wake up to hopper still in bed (much to your surprise) you press a kiss to his head and get up, heading to the kitchen. You start coffee and make breakfast. A while later hopper stumbles into the kitchen still half asleep. He kisses you and grabs a cup to make some coffee. You turn away from him and look out of the window to see snow falling. “It looks like it is gonna be a white Christmas this year.” you said and let out a little yawn. He lets out a chuckle and a comment about how slick the roads are going to be and you roll your eyes. You pick up the plates of food you made and take them over to the table he was sitting at and set them down. “Merry christmas my love” you said as you took a bite of your food. “Merry Christmas, handsome.” Jim says before digging into his own plate. The two of you eat in silence and enjoy the soft music of the radio before he stands. “Do you have to go in today? It is Christmas after all.” you say, standing and taking your own plate to the sink and set the dishware into the sink.

“I do. I’m sorry baby. I am still the chief of Hawkins, I don't really get sick days.” He said as he pressed another kiss to your cheek and walked off to get dressed. You let out a sigh, that sinking feeling coming back and settling into your chest again. You go to the bedroom and throw on a maroon sweater and some blue jeans. You brush your hair and teeth before slipping the necklace hopper got for your anniversary and playing with the silver band on your finger. It was a simple band with the date hopper proposed engraved on the inside. To you though, it meant the world and showed how much you love and need him in your life. Jim sauntered over to you after he finished buttoning his shirt and adjusted his holder, reaching behind you to grab his hat off the dresser and kissed you again. “Alright, I will see you later. I love you, stay safe my sweet husband.” He mumbled into your hair as he wrapped you in a bone crushing hug. “Remember we have dinner with the Byers and don’t be late.” you teased him. He nodded and went on his way to work

It was roughly 4pm when you arrived at the Byers house (as you went and got presents for all of them). Knocking on the door Joyce answered it with an enthusiastic “(y/n)! Come in, it's freezing outside.” before inviting you in. you put the presents you got for the boys under the tree they had and join the three Byers in the kitchen where will and jonathan was having a conversation about who knows what with will. You ruffle Will's hair with a “hey kiddo, how have you been?” and a pat on Jonathan's shoulders. Will sends you a beaming smile as he talks about his newest d&d campaign. You had no idea what anything meant but you decided to humor him and listen, asking questions here and there. After an hour or so the four of you ate the food you all helped Joyce make and made conversation, your eyes flickering every so often to the empty chair that was supposed to contain your husband.

While the boys were obvious to it, Joyce was not. She sent you a sympathetic smile then turned back to the boys as Will asked if they could open presents. Joyce nodded and you offered to help with cleaning up. Joyce tried to shoo you away saying that Jonathan could do it but you insisted. Jonathan offered to help and the both of you cleaned them up.

“Hey, are you doing alright? I noticed you were tense and kept looking at the chair next to you.” He asked as you did the dishes. “Yeah, it's just that hopper was supposed to be here for dinner with me for christmas.” you reply with a sigh and hand another plate for him to dry. He nods and purses his lips in thought. “Are you his brother or cousin or something? I never understood how you two always seem to be together.” He said as he put the dish away.

You let out a laugh and leaned against the sink a bit. “Sometimes I feel like it, but no. we’re uhh” you hesitate for a second. “We’re married. Not officially but we made our vows and got drunk in exchange for a ceremony .” you whisper and chuckle at the memory of Hopper dancing on the table after drinking to much. You wait for rejection and look towards the younger boy. He nods and shrugs his shoulders. “Makes enough sense. If you’re worried about me being upset by that, don’t be. You’re still cool in my eyes. I’ve never seen will be so excited to talk and be around someone.” he said as he turn back to you, leaning against the counter

You breathe out a sigh of relief and finish the last dish before handing it off to jonathan. While draining the sink you dry your hands and the two of you head to the living room and ask Joyce if you can use her phone. She nods and hands Jonathan a present she had fished from under the tree. You move over to the phone and dial the police station number in.

“Hello. Hawkins Police station, Flo speaking.” Flo greeted you. “Hello, it is (y/n). I was wanting to know if Jim Hopper was there?” you spoke softly and heard a soft sigh. “No sugar, Jim left about an hour and a half ago. He could be home right now. He said he had a matter to attend to.” she said, tiredness lacing her voice. You nod and tell her thanks and merry christmas then hang up. You dial the number of the trailer and wait as it goes to dial tone. You let out a soft groan and hang up the phone then go sit down next to Will who was practically vibrating in his seat to show you the action figure he got. You chuckle and tell him to look under the tree again. His eyes widen again and he dives under the tree to pull out 5 more presents. He gives 2 of them to Jonathann and 1 to Joyce then claims the last 2 for himself. He excitedly tears off wrapping paper and lets out a whoop in excitement when he sees the full painters set and the easel you got him.

He hugs your waist tight and thanks you before running off to his room to put his stuff away. As he does you look towards Jonathan as he opens his gifts to see a brand new polaroid camera and 4 extra reels of film for it. “Thank you (Y/n), this is fucking awesome” he says and comes over to hug you. Joyce lets out a half hearted “language” before smiling wide as she opens her gift to see a delicately made chain that had a charm with Will and Jonathan's birth stones inlay in it. She smiles wide and lets out a very grateful thank you, saying you didn’t have to get them anything. You just shrug and smile as you wave it off. “I wanted to. Merry Christmas guys.” you said standing up, walking to will’s room, lingering in the doorway as he excitedly talks into the walkie talkie he has to his other dubbed “party members” about what he got for christmas.

You softly knock on the door frame and he whips back around to you and smiles wide. “Can I come in?” you ask softly and he nods. He tells his friends he has to go then closes the channel and looks over to you as you sit down on the bed. “How about when the stores open up tomorrow we go and get you some canvas and frames to paint on?” you ask as he hugs you tighter as if he was pleading you to. “Ask your mom first, though. We don’t want her to worry about you again. She’s had enough worrying in the past few weeks ok?”

Will nods and grins wildly then rushes off to ask his mom and you stood up and followed him out, leaning against the wall as Will asked to go to the art store tomorrow. Joyce said yes and Will started bouncing around the room with excitement. You smile and push yourself off the wall, announcing you need to get home soon. Will groaned out and ran over and hugged you again, thanking you for the Christmas presents. Jonathan and Joyce said their good bye and Jonathan walked you out to your car and gave you another hug, wishing you merry Christmas and good luck. You hug him tight and thank him for listening to you and tell him goodnight. You drive off and head back to the trailer, turning up the radio as the tears start rolling down your cheeks. I crank the window down and let the cold air brush across my face, drying the tears on my face. WIthout realizing it you speed past the trailer and go to the quarry. Parking and cutting the engine the car you get out and sit on the hood of the car. You let out cries and angered screams, the sorrow feeling gripping your chest and tearing its way out through your throat. After a few minutes of screaming your throat raw and crying you felt numb.

You sit in the cold looking over the quarry, trying to grapple with the fact that Hopper broke his promise and that he was probably with that “El” chick right now. You start to feel tears roll down your face again but no actual emotion behind it. The cold starts to seep into your bones as you lean back against the frozen hood of your car and look up at the stars and let out another guttural scream that shakes you to your core and closes your eyes, wondering if you’ll ever be enough for Hopper. You are so far into your head you don’t notice a truck pull up beside you and park. You feel the car settle and look over and see hopper sitting on the hood next to you in silence. He looks over at you and sighs, placing a hand on your head and played with your hair.

“Hi.” he whispered, smiling .” you look over at him and send him a small wave, a frown on your face still. “You missed Christmas Jim, you promised you would be here. How was El?” you asked bitter, your throat raw from the screaming. His face dropped, his eyes widening. “How do you know that name?” he said a bit louder. You sit up roughly. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe from the way you always talk about her when I am ‘asleep’ and laying on the couch as you stomp through the house every night looking for food and drinks for this El girl. When did you plan on telling me you’re leaving me?” you said and numbly look at him.

Hopper frowned and looked down. “Hey. Hey. Hey. look at me. I am not going to leave you. I would never. I love you and only you. Plus El is not a woman. She’s a little kid. I am protecting her.” he said and held your face. Your face fell and you looked away from shame. Hopper pulled you closer to him and buried your face into his chest as you cried more. Your throat burned as you sob openly into his chest. “I am so sick of feeling like crying all the time” you said as you looked him in the eyes. “Whoa, where is this coming from?” he asked as he held you tight against him. “I don’t know. But what I do know is you haven’t held me or even looked at me for months. I am so tired baby.” you said, beating on his chest and letting out all of your frustrations until it was weak enough that you stopped and broke down.

Hopper held you tight and just let you vent and cry and scream. Do whatever you need. When you finished and your cry diminished to silence he looked at you. “Hey, look at me. I wanna show you something. Are you ok to drive?” he asked and you nodded. “Ok, you get your car started and follow me. Just trust me, ok?” you nod and get into the driver seat and follow him through the woods until you pull up to a cabin.

You park and shut off the engine. You watch as Hopper goes to your car and opens your door and holds out a hand for you. You grin and take it. He kisses you passionately and starts to pull you to the cabin, telling you to step over a wire. You follow his directions and he goes up to a door and does a rhythmic knock on the door and you cock your head to the side in confusion, then the door opens. He pulls you through gently and closes the door, knocking it. He motions for you to look around and you see the cabin completely decorated head to toe with Christmas wreaths and a tree. 2 presents underneath them. You smile wildly and grin bigger.

You see a small girl come around the corner timidly. Hopper looks at her and smiles. “Hey, you’re El right?” you whisper and she nods. “It’s ok. I am not going to hurt you. I am a friend of Hoppers.” “No. you’re more than a friend.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Now. Let's celebrate.” He said and you bounded over to the couch, plopping down. El smiles and follows your movements with a childlike wonder. A few months go by and you have moved into the cabin, you get closer with El and start to see her as the daughter you could never have. Seeing Hopper happy made you happy. That is all you need in this life

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Hours on the Clock | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/veivir-morte<<

SPOILER FREE

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | (Henderson) he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | @/theimaginationgotmegood on tumblr

warnings | mild angst with a happy ending

word count | 3,075

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Could I request a Henderson reader x Eddie or Steve imagine where he helps him study/apply for something cuz Dustin begged him to and the reader has pretty tensed neck/shoulders and eddie massages it for him. After that they become friends and he keeps on easing his pain, like whenever they are together (cuz he‘s the kid‘s ride) and it‘s just become normal for everyone. But the reader understands a joke from him wrong and becomes insecure, pushes him away until he confronts him and then just fluff maybe? This would be amazing!

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed along to the radio playing faintly in the background. Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for your little brother and his friends. You couldn't even remember the number of times you told him not to mess around after class so you weren’t waiting in the heat, but every day, without fail, you left long after the final bell rang.

Today was one of those days. Most cars had left the lot and you were stuck there, leaning against the door with only your music to signify how much time had passed. The first side of your cassette had played through and you were halfway through the second. You were gonna rip him a new one.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you could see your little brother rushing out of the front doors with his best friends in tow. You crossed your arms and glared at him, making sure he knew you were pissed. He grimaced once he was close enough.

“Sorry sorry sorry! I know we’re late but it was an emergency!” He pleaded his case. You rolled your eyes and opened the door, getting in and swapping out the cassette so you didn’t have to do it while you were driving.

“Get in before I leave all of you to take the bus home.” You said. The three teenage boys scrambled to get in the car, Dustin taking shotgun while Mike and Lucas got in the back. Once everyone was buckled in, you started the engine and pulled out of the school's parking lot.

“So please enlighten me on what was so important that you had me waiting out here for…” You paused to check your watch. “47 minutes.”

“We were talking with Eddie about the hellfire club,” Dustin replied. You raised your eyebrows.

“I thought hellfire was on Fridays.” You said. Dustin sighed and dropped his head against the headrest.

“Yeah well, there might not be any hellfire if Eddie doesn’t bring up his English grade. The stupid principal is threatening to shut down the whole club if he doesn’t get his act together.” Dustin said. You could hear how upset he was by the influx of his words. You frowned, knowing how much this club meant to him.

“(Y/n), aren’t you in English honors?” Mike asked. Your eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror so you could see his face.

“Yes?” You questioned. Dustin looked over his shoulder at Mike and then back at you.

“And you tutor on the side for money!” He exclaimed. You sighed, seeing exactly where he was going with this.

“I tutor freshmen on the side for money so they're better prepared for their classes, not seniors who flunked two years in a row.” You replied. Lucas laughed.

“He’s got you there Dustin.”

“I don’t know why you’re laughing Lucas. We’re all screwed if Eddie isn’t at a D by the end of the month.” He said, whipping his head to glare at his friend, but he quickly turned back to you.

“(Y/n), please. I’ll do anything. Consider all your chores for the next month done, alright?” He pleaded. You raised your eyebrows and glanced at him from the side of your eyes.

“Seriously? It’s that important that I tutor this guy?” You ask. Dustin nodded feverishly.

“Yes.” He deadpanned. You sighed.

“Alright. I’ll fit him into my schedule. But you better hold up your end of the deal.” You said as you flicked his hat downward. He smiled.

“I will, I promise. And thank you.”

>><<

You sighed and checked your watch, wondering how long you’d have to wait out here for the door to be opened. You lift your fist, knuckles centimeters away, ready to knock for the fourth time when it swings open. You backed up, slightly startled from how quickly it happened.

“Your Henderson’s brother, right?” A man with long hair asked. Eddie Munson. You’d seen him around school but never opted to talk to him.

“In the flesh.” You replied. He stepped out of the frame so you could walk in, to which you hesitantly did so.

“We can sit here. Thought it’d be less awkward than sitting on my bed.” He said with a laugh. You nodded and did as he told you, opening your backpack and gathering all the materials you needed. He pulled the second chair out and leaned his elbow on the table, watching your every move. You glanced up at him tentatively.

“Um… Dustin tells me your failing-“

“Horribly. Crashing and burning in fact. Which is where you come in Henderson-“

“(Y/n). My name is (Y/n).” You reply. He smiles.

“(Y/n) Henderson. Pleasure. As I was saying, I’m in dire need of assistance. In fact, the hellfire club depends on it.”

“Way to put the pressure on.” You said sarcastically as you stretched out your arms and rolled your head. You groaned and gently massaged your neck, looking down at the sheets of paper spread out on the table. You sighed and shuffled through them, finding it hard to concentrate with the horrid knot in your muscles.

“Something wrong?” Eddie asked. You looked up at him and gave a halfhearted laugh.

“Yeah sorry. It’s… It’s nothing.” You reply, waving him off. You doubted he wanted to listen to you talk about your problems.

“No no please, enlighten me. I mean, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together so we might as well share our deepest darkest secrets.” He said as he leaned his chin on the palm of his hand. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the way he spoke. It was odd but… charming.

“Well, it’s certainly no deep dark secret. I’ve just been really tense lately. Dustin and his friends all rely on me for rides everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I drop them all off at their houses after school, I take them to the arcade, I drive them all to each other’s houses. I’m basically a professional chauffeur getting paid in annoyance by my brother. Don’t get me wrong, I love Dustin but I spend way too much time with him. Hell, I’ve never even picked up the DnD handbook and I probably know enough to DM a campaign on my own.” Once you started talking everything just seemed to pour out. You had no idea how badly you needed to get this off your chest.

“And how does that make you feel?” He said, staring at you intently, which only made you laugh harder.

“Oh come on. I pour my heart out to you and you say that. What a dick.” You reply. He smiles.

“You’re right, I do apologize my lord. However could a mere court jester such as myself make it up to the likes of you?” He asked. You snickered, but soon after felt another twinge of pain shoot down your neck and across your shoulders. You groaned again, pressing your fingers into the places it felt the tightest.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a masseuse as well as a jester, would you?” You asked, running with whatever bit he had going. He shrugged.

“I dabble.” He replied. You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him.

“You’re serious?”

“These fingers aren’t just good for playing guitar you know. Let me give it a shot.” He said, wiggling his fingers at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair.

“I-I mean if you want to give it a go, by all means.” You replied. You couldn’t help but ask yourself how you managed to get here.

He seemed to gladly take the invitation, standing up from his chair and walking behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing his palms into your tensed muscles. He repeated the motions several times before moving on to your neck. His fingertips were calloused from what you could only assume was years of playing guitar, but still shocking gentle. And even more shockingly, they were relaxing you. He was working through all the knots with such care that you felt like you were melting into his hands.

He continued to massage you for a few more minutes, alternating between your shoulders and your neck until all your pain was gone. You hadn’t felt this relaxed in… God you couldn’t even remember. He finished with a gentle pat on your back, taking his seat across from you once again.

“Better?” He asked. You chuckled before sitting up straight.

“Um… Yeah actually. A-A lot better. I wasn’t expecting that.” You replied with a laugh. He places his hand over his heart, feigning offense.

“Such little faith in me.” He said with a smile. You shook your head.

“We’ve already burned through a quarter of our time together and I haven’t even started explaining anything. You’re a bad influence, Eddie Munson.” You said.

“In the flesh.”

>><<

You had been tutoring Eddie every weekday for the past two weeks, and his performance in class seemed to improve drastically. He asked to keep having sessions with you despite this, wanting to prepare as much as he could for the test that would be a significant chunk of his grade. You agreed, on the condition that he would continue giving you those massages.

And yes, you knew how weird it seemed, but you had been in such a better mood ever since Eddie started getting rid of your pain. So much so that Dustin confronted you, saying that you’d been acting weird and “goo-goo eyes over Eddie”. What did that twerp know anyways?

You knocked on the trailer door, wringing your hands over the strap of your bag in nervous anticipation. Why were you nervous? You’d spent so much time with him that you’d think you would’ve gotten over that by now. But this time around, the nervousness was different. Not like the first day when you were nervous because you were in a guy’s house who you never talked to before and was rumored to do dodgy shit, but a kind that made your heart thump loudly and your stomach do summersaults faster than a gymnast trying to show off. The kind that made you come up with weird analogies such as that one.

“(Y/n), you’re early,” Eddie said as he opened the door to let you inside. You smiled and took your bag off, setting it where you normally did.

“Yeah, one of my regulars canceled cause he was sick so you get me for a little longer today.” You replied.

“Sick with a fever or sick of you? Cause depending on which we may have something in common.” He said with a laugh. You frowned and looked at your feet. Did he really just say that he was sick of you? You pushed around a piece of carpet with the toe of your shoe, too embarrassed to look up, but in doing so you missed a key component of his joke. He took a swig of cough syrup, considering he’d been battling off a cold for the better half of a couple of days.

You sat at the small table for two in the living room area of his trailer, keeping your eyes glued downward. You heard a shuffle of feet and the movement of the chair as Eddie sat down across from you. He placed a cup of orange juice down before raising his eyebrows.

“Earth to (Y/n)? You didn’t check out on me did you?” He asked. You quickly glanced up before nodding. You didn’t know how you were going to salvage this.

“Oh yeah. I just remembered I was supposed to take Dustin out tonight though. A brother bonding thing our mom is making us do.” You said, grabbing your bag from the floor. Eddie raised his eyebrows, taken aback by your sudden declaration. You began to walk toward his door to let yourself out.

“O-oh, really? Alright. Yeah, no worries. I’ll see you tomorrow though, right?” He asked. You paused, a twinge of pain plucking your heartstrings. Why did he want to see you if he was so sick of you? But you didn’t have the guts to confront him.

“Y-Yeah… tomorrow.” You replied, walking out the door as soon as the words fell from your mouth. Eddie watched you get in your car and drive off. He always watched you leave, but this time it was different. It felt different. And maybe that different feeling was the reason that tomorrow never came.

Sure, the sun rose, the way it always does for tomorrow, but not for the tomorrow that he was supposed to see you. That day, 6:00 rolled around and you weren’t there, you weren’t rushing in late at 6:15, and you never called to cancel at 6:30. By 7:00 he was dialing Henderson’s number himself, because at 6:45 he’d convinced himself something terrible happened to you.

Your mom answered and apparently, you weren’t tutoring anyone anymore. Which was fine, he just thought you’d gotten close enough to tell him that yourself. When he asked to talk to you, she said you were busy showering. He leaned his head back and sighed in relief. The confirmation that you were safe was all he needed to be at ease.

“Okay, thank you, Ms. Henderson. Can you tell him to call me when he’s out? I have something important to tell him.” He asked. She said she’d relay the message to you and that was that. 8:00. 9:00. 10:00. 11:00. 12:00. And by 1:00 in the morning, he fell asleep by the phone, waiting on that call back that also never came.

Eddie found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. He knew you were okay. He knew that for whatever reason you told your mom to lie about your tutoring. He knew you were avoiding him on purpose. The one thing he didn’t know, was why.

Everything was fine one day and then totally fucked the next. He’d found himself falling for Henderson’s older brother and then suddenly you hate his guts? I mean, what were the odds of that happening?

He couldn’t take it anymore. It had only been a week without you and he was going stir crazy. Even if you told him you wanted him dead, he had to hear it for himself. No more listening to his thoughts running a mile a minute, coming up with the most outlandish reasons for your distance. He was going to get to the bottom of it and he wasn’t gonna give you the chance to use a lousy excuse like showering to get out of it.

He ducked behind the lockers, leaning against the wall that was ever so conveniently adjacent to the dark room. You passed it every day on your way to English, and he was going to have that conversation with you if it killed him.

Finally, he heard your voice, dropping things off at your locker and chatting with your friends. They went their separate ways to their respective classes and he heard the clang of the door. You were walking his way. He checked to make sure the coast was clear (his reputation was already bad, no need to make it worse) and once he deemed that it was, he grabbed your wrist to pull you into the dark room.

“What the fuck!?” You shouted.

“Shhh! It’s just me!” He replied. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Eddie? W-What are you doing? And where’s the damn light?” You asked, fumbling around the wall to search for a switch.

“No no no! Don’t do that! If you turn on the lights you’ll fuck up the photos and then the whole news club will kick my ass.” He whisper shouted. You laughed quietly at this, to which he sighed in response.

“You know I’ve missed that laugh.” He said. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment, glad it was shrouded by the darkness.

“Why have you been avoiding me (Y/n)?” He asked, his voice softer than you were used to. You frowned and looked at your feet.

“Last time I went to your house you said you were sick of me so I just… I didn’t think you’d care if I stopped showing up.” You replied, crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from whatever he was going to say.

“What? Sick of you? Why would I ever say that?”

“When I told you that my 5:00 canceled cause he was sick you said he was sick of me and that you had it in common with him! And don’t tell me I’m making anything up cause I remember it clear as day. I cried about it for hours when I got home.”

“Woah woah woah, slow down. I remember that too. But that wasn’t the full joke. I said ‘sick with a fever or sick of you? Cause depending on which we might have something in common.’” He replied. You rolled your eyes.

“Exactly.”

“(Y/n), I was also battling a fever. I drank medicine right after I said that to show you I was feeling sick. I’ve been coughing like crazy. Can’t you hear it in my raspy ass voice?” He asked with a laugh. You paused for a second, thinking over the sound of his voice and what he’d just said. Did you ignore him all week over a misunderstood joke?

“You were really sick?” You asked, almost too scared to hear the answer.

“Yes! You can even ask my uncle. I could never get sick of you. Shit, seeing you every day was the first thing I’ve ever looked forward to more than Hellfire days or Corroded Coffin performances.” He replied. You felt your heart start to thump faster once again.

“W-wait seriously? That’s so corny.” You said. You couldn’t see it, but Eddie’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

“You’re the one who cried all night cause you thought I said I was sick of you!” He retorted. You laughed before wrapping your arms around him, which he was taken aback by.

“I’ll never ignore you again Eddie Munson.” You said. He smiled down at you fondly, despite knowing you couldn’t see him. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his chin on your head.

“You better keep that promise, (Y/n) Henderson.”

And you did.

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Jim Hopper x Male Reader

"Delinquente"

• Série: Stranger Things.

• Personagem: Jim Hopper.

• Gênero: hot

• Sinopse: M/n é um jovem adulto que constantemente se mete em encrencas. Ele e seu grupinho são conhecidos por vandalizar a cidade nas madrugadas monótonas e cometer furtos em lojas pequenas. Mesmo sendo pego várias vezes no flagra, M/n quase nunca pisou na delegacia de Hawkins, mas em compensação, ele conhece muito bem o carro do delegado.

• Avisos: homofobia e xenofobia (nada tão extremo, apenas falas de uma personagem jurássica no início do imagine)

• P.s: leitor estrangeiro (nacionalidade em aberto)

• palavras: aproximadamente 4.3k

• Narração: 3° pessoa - presente.

Você, do lado de fora do mercadinho, observa o próprio reflexo na vidraça enquanto adorna os lábios com gloss de pimenta. O pinicar é quase imediato, a pele brilhosa dilata com a composição ácida, dando a sensação de inchaço. Você manda um beijinho seguido de uma piscadela para sua figura refletida na grande janela.

É o que você quer que pareça, pelo menos.

Dentro do estabelecimento, Jim, trocando ideia com a senhora atrás do caixa, captura seu estalo de lábios e bater de cílios. Ele te observava de canto de olho desde que sua forma bem arrumada espelhou na janela fixa.

Você gira os calcanhares, balançando os quadris para longe, sabendo que o delegado o encara do modo modesto e minucioso de sempre, perdurando aquele olhar discreto que ele lhe deu há dois meses, quando o viu pela primeira vez, no dia em que você explorava Hawkins após a mudança.

— Aquele é o ratinho? — a senhora ajusta os óculos fundo de garrafa, mirando na mesma direção que Hopper, observando sua silhueta distante. — Com esse andar de viado, deve ser... — ela balança a cabeça, como se desaprovasse a sua existência.

A mente obsoleta é a grande razão.

Entretanto, um ocorrido lhe rendeu um apartamento na cabeça ignorante da senhora, no andar da implicância, onde a única opção de aluguel é ser mercê de falácias e ofensas.

Sempre que passa pelo mercadinho, você se lembra daquela sexta-feira muito louca.

"Você é mesmo um rapaz? E essas roupas... parece uma prostituta."

"E você parece uma uva passa, minha senhora."

Esse foi o único diálogo recíproco que você compartilhou com a idosa. Você continuou frequentando o estabelecimento, sempre cumprimentando-a com um bom dia ou noite e exibindo um largo sorriso, pois sabia que isso a irritava.

Desde então, ela faz questão de destrinchar seu nome pelas costas, normalmente acentuando a sua nacionalidade, sexualidade ou vestimenta.

É exatamente o que ela faz agora, na companhia do delegado.

— Ratinho... — Hopper sussurra o apelido, franzindo o nariz. — De onde surgiu esse nome? — ele não faz questão de disfarçar o quanto repudia o coletivo de Hawkins que coloca determinadas pessoas em um pódio de linchamento.

Antes da sua chegada na cidade, era Eddie Munson no topo desse pódio, reluzindo com os sucos das frutas podres atiradas contra si.

Você fodeu com ele uma vez, em uma mesa de piquenique no meio da floresta. Foi gostoso.

— Não sei, mas combina com ele. — após o que Hopper julga ser uma eternidade, a senhora finalmente lhe entrega seus cigarros. Ela sequer precisava ter pego o produto que descansava na bancada, ela se apossou da caixinha porque somente isso faria o delegado ficar e ouvi-la descarregar frustrações. — Assim como os ratos, ele e sua familiazinha infestam Hawkins. Diria até que são da mesma espécie.

Jim evita o contato visual, seria deselegante encará-la com tamanho desprezo acumulado no olhar.

— Tenha uma boa noite. — Hopper, enjoado de tanto ouvir absurdos em sequência sobre sua vadia predileta, encerra o assunto, caminhando rumo a saída do varejo.

Mas ele para ao som do sininho quando abre a porta, somente para ouvir a primeira informação útil compartilhada pela senhora. — Fiquei sabendo que o bando de delinquentes vai se juntar pra vandalizar as placas na entrada da cidade... Segue eles, Jim! Ninguém vai se importar se você usar da sua posição pra corrigir alguns jovens arruaceiros.

Ao longe, Hopper vê você entrando em um carro com outros garotos. — Eles acabaram de sair. Não se preocupe, vou cuidar disso. — o sorriso no rosto do delegado passa despercebido pelas orbes míopes da grisalha.

Jim vai corrigir um deles, mas não do jeito tradicional. Muito pelo contrário.

. . .

Que tipo de infrator fica feliz ao ver a porra da polícia?

Você se pergunta, sorrindo largo para a imagem distante do carro do delegado, pouco visível devido ao nevoeiro que devora Hawkins naquele temporal de chuva iminente, mas ainda reconhecível, pelo menos para você, que já explorou e foi explorado em cada canto daquela viatura.

Um juramento foi feito no passado, escrito nas páginas de um diário quando sofrer à flor da pele era uma rotina inquebrável. Após sua primeira decepção amorosa, você prometeu a si mesmo nunca deixar-se ser encoleirado por outro homem.

Mas aqui está você, agitado, com as mãos suadas e os pés inquietos, delirando por um cara que sabe fazer de você, sua vadiazinha chorosa, que com um simples sussurro te deixa fraco e ao te tocar, faz você interpretar aquele juramento como uma blasfêmia, afinal, se você cumprisse com as próprias metas, não teria aquele corpo grande em cima de si... Dentro de si.

Você corre para avisar os outros que a polícia está vindo, instaurando o caos premeditado no grupo de rapazes. Percebendo sua plenitude e falta de ação enquanto o senso de urgência generaliza, um deles pergunta se você não irá junto. Bastou dizer que vai passar pela floresta, pois sua casa está próxima, que todos deixaram de te ver ali, preocupados demais com os próprios rabos enquanto correm apressadamente rumo ao carro, fazendo o pneu cantar para longe, sem sequer questionar a veracidade de suas palavras.

Eles estavam tão afoitos que esqueceram alguns pertences no local. Dentre os bens, uma jaqueta vermelha, a qual você pega para si.

Era de Tommy, seu parceiro de furtos. Na sua cabeça cintila o ditado "ladrão que rouba ladrão, tem cem anos de perdão", e sua culpa quase inexistente se converte em motivação.

Você está um colírio. Se arrumou não para dar um passeio ou dar uma de transgressor, está deslumbrante para dar, apenas.

Porque você gosta de ser a visão estonteante de um cara enquanto ele geme em cima de você, adora fazer cena nos sonhos molhados deles e ama quando eles vem pedir reprise, pois passaram a semana toda com você na cabeça, batendo punheta com sua bela imagem no imaginário.

Mas com Hopper é diferente.

É você quem o chama.

Se você não dá motivos para ele te foder com força, ele não vai te foder.

E além do seu instinto natural de se meter em encrencas, a vontade de transar com Jim, que a cada novo dia configura vício, é o impulso que te leva a infringir as leis do lugar.

Hopper estaciona, mantendo os faróis acesos por um tempo, querendo perdurar sua aparência reluzente à luz amarela. Ele aperta o volante, se remexendo no banco, movendo vagarosamente o quadril para cima, inconscientemente buscando fricção. O tecido da calça de Jim estica com o volume protuberante que cresce entre suas pernas. Ele fica duro só por te ver, tamanha raiva e tesão o deixando rijo.

Ele te acompanha com os olhos, abaixando o vidro no instante em que você se curva na altura da janela. — Que merda vocês rabiscaram na placa dessa vez? — Hopper percebe você encarando a ereção dele e abre mais as pernas, te olhando nos olhos com o semblante sério, fingindo normalidade enquanto dá a você, ampla visão da grandeza que ele carrega. — O gato comeu a sua língua? Me responda quando eu falar com você, pirralho.

— Você fez duas perguntas, delegado. Qual você quer que eu responda primeiro? — Sua cabeça pende para o lado, seu torço curvado parcialmente para dentro do carro, descaradamente próximo do mais velho. — Sobre as pichações ou sobre o gato?

— Se você tá falando, então posso supor que nenhum gato comeu a sua língua. — Jim abandona seus olhos para se perder nos seus lábios. O brilho deles roga pela atenção do oficial. Hopper está tão tentado e acredita mais do que nunca em milagres quando ele mesmo não te puxou pela nuca e devorou a sua língua, pois essa era a sua maior vontade até então. — Desembucha.

Antes de se afastar, você deposita um beijo estalado na bochecha do outro homem. A face dele permanece impassível, fechada e dura.

Faz você querer revirar os olhos, mas ao mesmo tempo te faz cogitar pedir um tapa.

Piranha.

— Eu desenhei a logo da Disney. O cabeção do Mickey, sabe? Na minha cabeça, enquanto eu tava lá desenhando, parecia um lance super simbólico, já que a maioria das pessoas nesse pedacinho de inferno não me conhecem, mas todos sabem quem é o ratinho estrangeiro do sotaque estranho. — sua pupila distante encara o nada, e o nada nesse caso, é o pau de Hopper. — Mas agora só parece tosco mesmo. — você decide desconversar, não crendo que seja a hora certa para tocar na ferida e preferindo o percurso onde você geme no final. Mas Jim ter suavizado a face com seu ligeiro desabafo ainda vai lhe render muitos suspiros.

Com os cotovelos apoiados na guarnição da janela e as bochechas repousando nos punhos, você prossegue. — Os outros escreveram algumas frases de Rocky e Karatê Kid. Uns foram bem genéricos e desenharam vários pintos e bucetas. Inclusive, um desses pintos ficou próximo do meu desenho, parece que meu Mickey tá chupando uma rola, ele virou um baitola boqueteiro e sinceramente? Ficou mil vezes melhor.

Um ensaio de sorriso decora os lábios de Hopper. Ele acha encantadora a sua dissertação a partir de uma pergunta tão simples. — Pelo menos vocês não rabiscaram a parte da frente da placa. Seu Mickey boqueteiro com certeza espantaria as pessoas.

Mas mesmo com a descontração do momento, a raiva do delegado é uma das principais razões dele estar ali e é o motor que bombeia seu sangue direto para a virilha. Ele pensou que após a última noite na traseira do carro, quando te viu voltar para casa mancando e com a mão no quadril, você aprenderia a andar nos trilhos.

Jim estava errado, e no fundo, ele se encontra feliz por isso, pois gosta de punir você.

— Entra no carro. — Hopper é seco e direto, não quer ouvir nenhuma palavra de "a" a "z" e espera que você obedeça sem questionar.

Ao presenciar aquela carranca rígida, as sobrancelhas cerradas em zanga e o olhar de gana em sua direção, tão impetuoso e exigente, você toma a decisão certa...

Você obviamente o contraria.

— Pra quê?

Afinal, a punição que Hopper inflige não passa de embrulho para algo que você considera um presente.

— Pra eu socar nesse seu rabo até ele decorar o formato de cada veia do meu pau. — Hopper coça o bigode, apontando para o banco traseiro. — É assim que vadias como você aprendem alguma coisa, né? Então seja uma vadiazinha obediente e talvez eu me esforce pra ser bonzinho com você. — Jim sorri ladino, eriçado com a própria imaginação perversa. — Ore para que isso aconteça, garoto, porque o que eu mais quero agora, é bagunçar suas entranhas enquanto te fodo nessa porra de carro.

. . .

— Por que eu tenho que ficar algemado? — você pergunta, se arrastando no assento até estar com as costas apoiadas na porta e a cabeça deitada na janela. — Não é cruel demais? Até pra mim? — seu lábio inferior, estirado em um beicinho pidão, implora, mas seu olhar malicioso não contribui com o sul da face. Hopper desabotoa o uniforme e você, mesmo com os pulsos presos, vai de palmas abertas até o peitoral do mais velho. — Peitudo.

— Você ainda tá falando? — o delegado aperta sua cintura com tanta força, que os dedos fazem pressão na sua costela. Além do cropped preto, você não usa nada, sua pele está à mercê do toque de Hopper. — Pichar área pública sem permissão é crime, moleque. Não é a sua primeira vez fazendo isso, sem contar os furtos! — Jim te puxa, colidindo seus corpos. Você, livre de qualquer tecido inferior, sente seu pau pulsar contra a barriga de Hopper, lambuzando a pele do delegado com seu pré-fluído. Com as mãos calejadas ao redor da sua cintura, Jim te mantém parado, esfregando a ereção que ele ainda mantém dentro das calças contra as suas coxas nuas. — Você devia estar atrás das grades... Ter uma bunda gostosa te livra de muita coisa.

Antes mesmo de cogitar responder, Hopper te empurra no banco. A velocidade com que sua cabeça afunda no estofado é tão potente que nem a maciez da superfície fofa foi capaz de amenizar o choque. Seus pulsos, unidos pelas algemas, são contidos por uma das mãos de Hopper, presos acima de sua cabeça. — Espera aí, Hopper! Eu também quero te tocar! — o frio na barriga te fez murmurar. Você está agitado num nível onde tudo que constitui o seu ser, se encontra trêmulo e ansioso.

Esse é você sob o efeito Dilf.

Talvez você tenha uma preferência...

— Hoje vai ser um pouco diferente.

— Diferente? como assim, dadd... — sua fala é cortada pela pressão da mão de Hopper sobre seus lábios.

— Puta merda... — Jim fecha os olhos, soltando um longo suspiro. Uma veia saliente na testa. — Eu juro por Deus, se você me chamar disso de novo, te jogo na estrada e passo com o carro por cima.

Ele odeia esse apelido e você sabe disso.

Hopper sente seus lábios curvando em um sorriso contra a palma dele, o levando a sorrir também, mas de incredulidade.

Jim separa os seus joelhos, se posiciona entre as suas pernas e curva-se sobre você enquanto aperta seus pulsos com força e te mantém calado. — É o seguinte... — ele sussurra no seu ouvido. O bigode dele roça na sua orelha e te deixa eriçado da cabeça aos pés. — Eu tô aqui pra me satisfazer. Ao meu ver, você não merece gozar, mas não vou te impedir. Se quiser ficar satisfeito, vai ter que se esforçar, porque quando eu gozar, eu vou embora.

Você quer protestar, xingar Hopper, mas a mão dele assegura que sua voz esteja cativa. Nesse caso, o seu olhar mortal expressa as mil ofensas que você tem para dar.

— Não fica bravinho. — Jim solta seus pulsos, o que não significa nada, já que as algemas preservam o aperto. — Isso é melhor do que passar um tempo atrás das grades, não é? Seu pai com toda certeza te arrebentaria caso soubesse que você continua aprontando, mesmo depois da surra que ele te deu. — Hopper usa o mindinho da mão sobre sua boca para erguer seu lábio superior, expondo a cicatriz em sua gengiva e a fenda que substitui o molar. — Você não quer perder outro dente, quer?

O quão cruel é te lembrar do dia em que seu pai, mesmo não precisando se dar ao trabalho, foi te buscar na delegacia e terminou em uma cela, por não aguentar esperar chegar em casa e descontar a raiva ali mesmo, te espancando em público?

Hopper é tão maldoso quando fode com raiva.

Te deixa duro como pedra.

— Eu nunca estive tão excitado. — o delegado desce a palma livre, explorando suas curvas, dando uma pausa no trajeto para adentrar teu cropped e apertar seus mamilos. Seu corpo, nu do peitoral para baixo, se funde com o calor da pele de Hopper. A constituição dele, parcialmente exposta devido a camisa desabotoada, cobre a sua por inteiro. Você ama estar por baixo deste homem. — Cê acha que eu consigo alcançar até onde? Eu chuto que chego até aqui... — Jim afunda os dedos no seu abdômen, pressionando um pouco acima do seu umbigo.

O toque repentino te faz solavancar para frente. Hopper sorri com sua reação.

O mais velho pousa os lábios no seu pescoço, beijando e mordiscando, com uma das mãos ainda lhe impedindo de falar, pois você é do tipo que provoca, e Jim não quer enlouquecer.

O coitado já se sente entorpecido demais com você calado.

— Por favor, não me peça pra parar. — o tilintar do metal ecoa pelo espaço limitado ao passo que Hopper desafivela o cinto e abre o zíper da calça. — Se você pedir, eu vou parar. — ele leva a mão para dentro da cueca, bombeando o comprimento ainda dentro dos limites de pano. Você dobra o pescoço e consegue ver o volume e a mancha de pré-sêmen na cueca de Hopper enquanto ele se acaricia com pressão. Os dedos dele estão firmemente rodeados na grossura. — Mas por favor, não peça.

Jim tira o pau da cueca e, sem oferecer qualquer tipo de preparação, se posiciona na sua entrada. Ele descansa o corpo em cima do seu, ofegando no seu pescoço ao guiar a ereção com a mão, pincelando a ponta inchada na sua fenda enrugada, umedecendo o seu anel de músculos com o fluido esbranquiçado que vaza da cabecinha sensível.

Hopper empurra com uma lentidão torturosa, não tirando os olhos do seu buraquinho, tão pequeno em comparação ao tamanho dele. O delegado adora ver como sua entrada estica em volta da circunferência grossa, engolindo com dificuldade o que ele lhe dá.

A glande é inserida. Sua borda está sensível, avermelhada devido a pele esticada e esbranquiçada graças ao pré-sêmen de Hopper, que vaza da uretra e se acumula na sua passagem sufocada.

Do lado de fora, as gotas caem das nuvens escuras, batendo na lataria da viatura. A chuva vem tímida, se fortalecendo aos poucos. O céu noturno é iluminado e rasgado com relâmpagos e raios longínquos.

O choro dos anjos imita o suor dos corpos fervendo no interior acalorado do veículo, escorrendo pelas janelas assim como o fluxo da transpiração escorre na carne excitada.

Hopper não avisa, ele enfia o pau inteiro no seu orifício. — Cacete! — ele geme, com o quadril roçando o seu e as bolas pesadas esmagadas contra a sua bunda.

Você aperta as coxas em volta da cintura dele, os dedos dos pés se curvam e seu gemido sôfrego ecoa através das frestas da mão que lhe amordaça. Você já o sentiu dentro, mas agora, com todo o comprimento alojado sem preparo, parece maior... Você nunca se sentiu tão largo.

Dói, mas é bom demais.

Hopper firma a palma na sua barriga, somente para sentir a projeção que o pau dele faz no seu estômago. — Eu sabia que iria passar do umbigo! — Jim parece orgulhoso enquanto acaricia a protuberância que ele mesmo cria em você, de dentro para fora. O volume some e surge conforme Hopper enfia. É tão evidente que, ao fazer pressão contra seu abdômen, ele sente o contorno do falo entre os dedos.

Entretanto, ao encontrar seu olhar choroso, essa luxúria animalesca desvanece da matéria trêmula que define Hopper, substituída por ombros caídos, testa franzida e um lento arrastar para fora do seu canal judiado, que agora lateja em volta do nada.

Suas lágrimas deixam Jim preocupado. Ele se martiriza, prestes a pedir desculpas por ser tão bruto e te machucar, mas no momento em que ele retira a mão que tapava sua boca, ele topa com os seus lábios esticados em um lindo sorriso, porém do tipo mais filha da puta existente. A vontade de bagunçar o seu interior volta a assolar a carne do delegado.

Com as pernas serpenteadas no quadril de Hopper, você o puxa para si novamente.

A cabeça grossa penetra sua circunferência nervosa e você engole o gemido que quase atropela suas palavras. — Que foi? Tá com medo de me machucar? Se poupe, Hopper. Eu tô acostumado com coisa maior.

Não, você não está.

Mas ver a feição enfurecida de Hopper é impagável.

Você ficou com raiva quando ele parou. Sua maior vontade é ser fodido até apagar e provocar Jim é um dos meios para conseguir isso.

Hopper ri soprado e sorri ardiloso, te encarando com as pupilas vultosas. — Eu já devia ter me acostumado com esse seu espírito de puta, mas é sempre surpreendente o jeitinho que você implora pra ter um pau atolado no seu cu. — Jim agarra suas coxas com rigidez. A hostilidade dos dedos com certeza deixará marcas. — Já que você insiste... vou socar tanto que nenhum outro pau vai ser o suficiente, só o meu cacete vai se ajustar nesse buraco arrombado.

Ele mantém suas pernas abertas e sem mais delongas, retorna para dentro. Hopper não dá pausa, ele volta ao vai e vem sem qualquer tipo de restrição, batendo o quadril contra o seu em um ritmo bruto, tão forte que torna cada novo movimento um evento, e rápido ao ponto de manter o choque das investidas anteriores na memória de cada músculo.

Mesmo estando no centésimo choque de peles, é intenso e emocionante como o primeiro.

Você lembra do aviso de Hopper e, com medo de sair desse encontro profano sem atingir o ápice, passa a movimentar o quadril para cima, roçando sua dureza intocada na barriga do delegado.

Hopper saca o seu objetivo e quase sente pena. Ele gosta da sensação, então lhe dá um mimo, tornando você o recheio entre ele e a superfície estofada.

Os movimentos de ambos intensificam o friccionar. O estímulo no seu membro, que fica cada vez mais sensível enquanto é pressionado entre os corpos, juntamente do prazer esmagador que é ter a próstata dilacerada pelo comprimento assustador de Hopper, resulta no óbvio.

Você goza antes dele.

O seu gemido, similar ao ronronar de um gato, vem acompanhado de cordas brancas, que pintam o seu abdômen e o de Hopper. O líquido quente é espalhado pela pele ao passo que Jim, motivado pelo som estimulante que você deixa escapar e por suas paredes o esmagando, se movimenta erráticamente, buscando pela própria liberação.

Felizmente, é madrugada e nenhuma alma viva passa na rodovia. Caso contrário, qualquer um que visse a viatura balançar tão descaradamente, saberia o que está acontecendo ali dentro.

— Desgraçado... você ainda conseguiu gozar. — Jim comenta entre gemidos roucos, perdido na onda eletrizante que domina seus nervos.

Você está superestimulado, não consegue focar em nada além do prazer bizarro que te cega e emburrece. — Hop...Ho-Hopper... é muito! Eu a-acho que... que... Hopper! — sua boca é um autofalante de gemidos e murmúrios.

Ouvir o próprio nome vazar de sua boca trêmula também emburrece Hopper. O pau dele lateja dentro do seu orifício e você consegue sentir cada veia pulsar entre seus limites esticados e além, pois Jim não é pequeno e enfia até o talo, ultrapassando qualquer placa de pare no seu corredor úmido.

Ver aquele volume projetado no seu estômago é assustador e excitante ao mesmo tempo. Você não consegue evitar de pensar que isso não é normal e que Hopper está tecnicamente te estraçalhando por dentro, mas também não consegue evitar de desejar isso.

Jim alcança seus lábios, iniciando um beijo afoito. O pinicar do bigode te arrepia.

Você sabe o que isso significa... Hopper só beija você durante o sexo quando está prestes a explodir.

Ele fica parado, com cada centímetro profundamente fincado no seu interior. Os gemidos manhosos do delegado se juntam ao beijo e você pode sentir as bolas dele convulsionando, pressionadas contra a sua entrada. Jim urra, se contorcendo em cima do seu corpo menor enquanto libera a porra quente da glande inchada, pintando suas paredes com o fluido espesso.

O quadril de Hopper e o seu são um só. O tecido da farda do mais velho esfrega nos seus glúteos e o zíper da calça cáqui aranha a sua pele, criando vergões na carne suada. — Se escorrer porra no meu banco, vou te fazer limpar com a língua, então aperta bastante e mantenha tudo dentro. - Jim aconselha.

Você contrai, dando o máximo de si, mas não consegue muito naquele estado exausto.

Você nem precisa, pois Hopper está tão fundo em você, que as cordas grossas de sêmen sequer tem acesso ao lado de fora.

— Tô tão cheio... — seus olhos estão pesados e o seu corpo está dormente. Você nem percebe quando Jim liberta os seus pulsos das algemas.

O líquido viscoso esquenta as suas entranhas. O som molhado de Hopper se arrastando para fora do seu buraco pulsante te rouba um gemido cansado.

Jim deixa a cabecinha dentro enquanto sua dureza amolece. — Acho que tô viciado em você. — ele leva a mão até o seu rosto, deslizando os dedos pela sua bochecha.

Os dois sorriem um para o outro, com o carinho em foco e a malícia em segundo plano.

. . .

— O que você tem com o Hargrove? — a voz de Hopper soa após minutos confortáveis de silêncio.

Depois que a chuva passou, Jim saiu do veículo para refrescar a pele escaldante. Você permaneceu dentro da viatura, sentado no banco traseiro, porque ficar de pé é uma tarefa impossível agora. A porta do seu lado do assento ficou aberta, permitindo a entrada do vento gélido.

— O Billy? — você pergunta, e Hopper assente. Você não entende a razão do questionamento, mas a resposta está na ponta da língua.

Billy jurou que acabaria com a sua raça se você contasse a alguém sobre o lance de vocês.

Você riu da ameaça.

— A gente transa de vez em quando. — você informa, simples e direto. — Mas por que a pergunta? — com a sobrancelha arqueada, você encara Hopper, curioso quanto ao assunto repentino que cresce entre os dois.

Jim acende um cigarro, te irritando com a demora para responder. — Percebi que vocês estão bem próximos ultimamente. É você que come ele? — Hopper sopra a fumaça, te oferecendo um trago. Você recusa, e ele revira os olhos. — Fresco.

Você aponta o dedo do meio para o delegado. — Não. Uma vez eu bati na bunda dele e chamei ele de popozudo, daquele jeito sugestivo, sabe? Ele virou um bicho na mesmíssima hora e quem saiu de perna bamba fui eu.

Entretanto, a resposta de Hopper não te convenceu, serviu apenas para te deixar mais desconfiado.

— E o segundo porquê? Eu não sou bobo, sei que você tem outro motivo pra perguntar isso.

— Ele tem os mesmos privilégios que você. — Jim encara seu rosto, esperando por sua reação enquanto você soma os fatos. Hopper sorri largo ao testemunhar seus lindos olhos arregalados. — Ele se livra das consequências na traseira dessa viatura, assim como você. — Jim dá três tapinhas na lataria do veículo. — Eu sei o quanto você ama ser fodido, agora imagine esse gosto triplicado... esse é Billy. Por trás das máscaras, uma vadiazinha.

Em um passe de mágica, sua dor some e você está de pé, colado em Hopper, exigindo detalhe por detalhe.

O seu eu maligno está ansioso, mal esperando para atormentar Billy sobre essa persona secreta que você recém descobriu.

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You are stuck in my heart

Eleven Hopper x Male Reader

Request- Can you write Eleven Stranger Things x Male Reader (romantic)?

You and Eleven haven't been dating too long. Today is Valentine's Day and she is feeling excited about it. She bought candy, a teddy bear, and she wrote something inside the card.

“Do you think, Y/n will like it?” El asked.

“I think he will. Plus the card is cool it has the ninja turtles “ Max said.

“I can't wait to give it to him,” El said.

“Why? Valentine's Day is dumb” Max said.

“It's not to me. Because my first time celebrating it and I always saw it in the movies” El said.

“Oh, I get it,” Max said.

Max and El go inside the school. You are by your locker and El walked up to you, and you are happy to see her. You kissed her on the cheek and she is smiling.

“Y/n, you know what today is?” El asked.

“Umm, no,” You said.

“You should know, Y/n. It's Valentine's Day” El said.

“I-I” You started to stutter.

You noticed the gifts that El got for you.

“I forgot it was Valentine's Day,” You said.

“Here,” El said grumpily.

She shoved the gifts into your chest and then walked away. You feel bad that you forgot your first Valentine's Day with your first girlfriend. You open the card and you read what she wrote inside and it made you smile. Then you opened the box and start to eat the chocolates.

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During class, you write down ideas about what to do. You want to make it up to your girlfriend and so far you got nothing. After class, you walked with El to the lunch room but she barely says a word to you. And you usually have lunch with her.

“El, I'm sorry I forgot,” You said.

“I don't want to talk about it,” El said.

You continued to eat your lunch and you two don't say a word to each other. After, school El went to hang out with Max and she is still ignoring you. But you did get an idea of how to surprise her.

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The day after valentines Day… you bought pizza from Surfer Boy Pizza shop.

“Argyle, can I ask you something,” You said.

“Okay,” Argyle said.

“How long are girls mad when you did something wrong?” You asked.

“You got your girlfriend mad?” Argyle asked.

“Yeah, I forgot it was valentines Day and it was our first one,” You said.

“Wow, you messed up big time, Y/n” Argyle laughed.

“I need your advice. How long she will be mad? So far it's been a day but it feels like days” You said.

“Girls can be mad for a long time. Even when you are right, you are still wrong” Argyle said.

“That doesn't make any sense,” You said.

“Girls don't make sense, that's life,” Argyle said.

“That’s dumb” You mumbled.

—-

You begged your girlfriend to go to your house. When she arrived you took her to the garage

“Now open your eyes, El” You smiled.

She opened her eyes. You decorate the garage, and you put flowers on the table, a teddy bear with a heart on the couch, and heart lights around the tv.

“El, I'm sorry I forgot. I really did forget and I wanted to make it up to you. I got pizza from surfer boy and I got your favorite movies. And I do hope, that you will forgive me” You said.

“Wow! Y/n, I really like it” El smiled.

“Oh, that's great!” You smiled.

She put her arms around you and you kiss her on the lips. You and El are smiling at each other then she kissed you.

“Let's eat before the pizza gets cold” You smiled.

“Yeah,” El smiled.

After eating pizza, you cuddle with El on the couch while watching her favorite movie. Her head is on your chest and your arm is around her. Then you put the blanket on her and on yourself.

#Eleven Hopper imagine #stranger things imagine #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #eleven hopper x reader #Eleven Hopper x male reader #male reader imagine

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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El x Male Reader x Max?

El collapses into the bed giggling…

Max and Y/N snuggle her from both sides…

Eleven: how did I end up so lucky?

Max: it’s pretty simple actually

Eleven: it is?

Y/N: yeah. you asked if you could join us and we said yes.

Max and Y/N kiss both of Eleven’s cheeks…

Hopper (downstairs): what’s going on? Is your door open?!

Y/N runs and opens the door…

#stranger things incorrect quotes #stranger things #stranger things eleven #stranger things max #max mayfield #eleven jane hopper #sadie sink #throuple #millie bobbie brown #eleven x reader x max #eleven x male reader #max mayfield x male reader #sheriff hopper

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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More stories with hopper, love your writing🫶

Down the hall

Pairing: Jim Hopper x fem reader

Summary: tonight is the night of graduation sleepover, and the start of many new things…

Word count: 1'747

Warning: shower sex, oral [male receiving], degrading kink, pet names, dirty talk, feelings because I couldn't help myself, age gap, EVERYONE IS OF AGE, I was going for a loving and fake hating type thing with hopper, I think that's it let me know if I missed anything.

I don't have an age restriction since I know people underage are reading "certain" content with that being said what you consume is your choice! I will not be held responsible for any of it .

Universe: best friend's dad

A/n: this was meant to be done a lot sooner but I wasn't finished with it then when I was I edited some things.

Nice thought, reblogs, and inboxing is appreciated and motivational ❤️

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School was out. you had just graduated and honestly you were surprised you did since you ditched so much [and failed a few times] but nevertheless you made it out of the hell you called school. you flipped your teachers off as you grabbed your diploma making your way to a giggling eleven and her dad. Hopper the chief of police. it was obvious he hadn't been home yet, a box of sugar donuts in his arm and a smile on his face as you got closer. you bite your lip looking over the older man.

It was moments like this you were glad El couldn't understand certain things because if she could you two would not still be friends, having become close after she arrived. You were one of the only friends she had that wasn't part of Mike's group. you had been to her house before but tonight was a different type of hang out; it was a celebration for you two because you graduated and during this celebration you'd eat junk, watch TV maybe Dance or whatever and you'd be spending the night.

"You know it's not good to flip off your teachers." Hopper smirked, opening the passenger door for you, el hopping in the back as he walked around and got in.

"You gonna arrest me chief," you teased, taking a donut from the box. Hopper chuckled, shaking his head. He couldn't deny that he liked the fire that you had.

The ride back consists of plan making for tonight and you trying to get under Hopper's skin. you sat back sucking the sugar coat from your fingers, moaning in satisfaction. El was fast asleep in the back leaving you awake with him. He would glance your way occasionally before straightening up in his seat.

"So um– I'll be in my room while you two have fun. I'll be just down the hall" he states, breaking the tension. you pout looking over at him and he looks your way confused.

"You're not gonna play with me while I'm here tonight? I was hoping we'd have some fun too."

your hand sneaks across the console brushing over him in his uniform pants. He slaps your hand away shooting you a glare.

Fire burns a little to bright if given the fuel

"I'm your best friend's dad, this isn't appropriate" he scowled and you only grinned in response. He scoffs parking in the drive thru. He's headed for the door, going in quickly without turning to look your way.

You pull the handle for your door, sending it open as you jump to your feet.

You pull El's door open, waking her.

She sits up with a dopey smile rubbing her eyes and you smile back, grabbing her wrist to take her into the house for the night. Tonight would be one to remember.

It's about nine.

Eleven and you are in your PJs, a bowl of half eaten lays and wrappers littered around the floor as you both giggle at the screen.

You have the sudden urge to go pay Hopper a visit so you sit up from the bed telling her you need to go do something, she waves you off engrossed in the show.

You crept down the hall looking for his door, finding it ajar. you enter, feet taking slow and small steps, halting in place when you hear the shower running.

Would he have left the door open as an invitation if he didn't want you to come find your way in?

You take this as your opportunity to look him over in all his glory. In one hand he had the cloth, soapy and wet and the other was running through his soaked hair as the shower ran over him. You let your tongue run over your lips nervously before pulling your shorts and top away.

The Door sliding open alerts him from his thoughts. His eyes wide as he takes in your appearance before they quickly meet yours with what you'd describe as hatred and lust but you swear it's a facade.

"What the fuck are you doing kid!" He whispered. He didn't need to ask though, he knew what you were here for and he can't lie to himself and say he wasn't hoping you'd show up.

"I'm just here to shower with you" you bat your lashes not missing the glance he shoots towards your bare breast. He groans in frustration before he's got you by the arm pulling you in.

He immediately turns you around so your backs against the wall causing you to gasp at the force you hit it with.

"You're a little whore you know that," he began moving his hands to the slope at your waist. You nod with a grin. He scoffed, pushing you to your knees. Your face to face with his hardened length, lips parting slightly in awe.

"Well, go on then. Suck it" he snapped, taking you out of your gaze. Hopper wasn't going to be gentle and nice with you, he was going to be mean and you loved that feeling when your heart tugged in hurt and Desire, you hoped his was something similar just with different words.

You don't need to be told twice, taking him in your small hand working in a back and forth motion as your lips wrap around him. You hollow your cheeks, sucking till he's engulfed as deep as you can take him, Loving the sickening burn and taste of him. He grunts, taking your hair and forcing you further till you gag.

I can take him, I can take every inch.

"Yeah that's it," he blurted, thrusting forward as your hands brace themselves on his thighs, fingernails leaving crescent moons for later. He tries to stop the quack in his thighs and the roll of his eyes but he's far from in control with the warm heat of your mouth and the slippery feeling of your saliva as you pull back giving his cock that pretty shine. Your eyes flutter dazed, a low moan muffled by his cock as you let yourself relax.

"I knew it. you dirty girl, You're a terrible influence on my daughter. Should I tell your parents you're taking my cock like a slut while your best friend lays in her room?" He pulled you from him, a slap coming to your cheek as you caught your breath, thighs pressed together for friction.

"Answer me. I haven't even stuck it in you yet and you've already gone dumb," he tsked, getting no response as you sat there pathetically peering up at him. He swears he could cum just looking at you like that.

The water only drips lightly on you as Hopper blocks it with his larger frame hair wet on the top of his head.

"Or is that what you need to get you talking?" He asked, receiving a nod from you.

Pathetic and beautiful

"please," you begged, only for him to grab you from the floor like you weighed nothing. Hopper was strong compared to anyone you'd ever been with, and you wondered about all the other ways he could toss you around.

"Put your legs around my waist" he commanded, one arm around you while his other slapped his cock against you, playing with your wetness to make sure you could take all of him.

You did as you were told, wrapping your legs around him so they'd hold you close to him. Your breast against the hairs on his chest has your nipples hardening as he angles his hips so he can thrust up into you. Your back hits the cold tile, sending a chill over you with a faint gasp.

His hands are on either side of your head letting you catch every pleasurable sound falling from his lips with his head in the crook of your neck. The wall and your legs support you while he slams his hips to your ass causing your soft moans to blend with the warm pressure of the shower.

You try to brace yourself for his length as it slides into places that have you greeting the stars as you levitate with pleasure. Nothing could have prepared you for this. The shallow breaths on your skin, the easy glide of his cock like you had just given yourself to him mind, body, and soul and you guess you did because you changed his name like prayers.

He wasn't sure if he could hold on much longer. Not like this, not when you were whimpering and shuddering as if you were possessed with your walls clenching around him like he'd leave you but he knew he'd never be able to do that.

He moved his hands from the wall gripping your thighs and he hoped he'd bruised your skin so anyone who saw would know you belonged to someone. He knew el was down the hall probably wondering where you were so he picked up the pace; going harder, faster and deeper if that was possible because he already felt like he'd pushed himself deep enough to have your poor cunt burning tomorrow but he didn't really care.

he'd lost all control when he let you in the shower with him so he wasn't going to hold back because you knew what you got into when Came to him.

Your voice was practically gone leaving behind nothing but pathetic yelps as he repeatedly hit that spot inside you to have you holding on to him weakly. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled. you'd never felt anything like it, like him and you were sure you never would do this again and that brought sobs from you.

Hopper pulled out of your neck his eyes meeting yours in confusion thinking he might have hurt you.

"Baby what's–"

"I don't want you to stop, I don't ever want you to, please," you begged with glossy eyes.

He sighed, kissing your cheek before an almost endearing smile came across his face.

"I won't baby, I won't. I'll just keep ruining this pussy for you," he groaned, feeling you clamp down on him.

Now being realistic here he knew that he'd have to stop but he'd keep going as long as he could and when he did stop, you came around him with your lips on his, tongue tasting his canned beer and cigarettes and he knew in the back of his mind even as he washed you and himself clean with affection kisses like it was the last time,

That you'd always be over, just down the hall…

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#jim hopper x you #jim hopper x oc #jim hopper x reader #jim x reader #jim hopper #jim hopper x y/n #stranger things series #stranger things #stranger things smut #david harbour #smut

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 9 months

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COSMIC - S2:E7; Chapter Seven, The Lost Sister - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

In their search for answers, psychic visions draw Eleven and Y/n to a band of violent outcasts and an angry girl with a shadowy past.

⚠️ WARNINGS: canon use of a derogatory term referring to someone who lives with psychosis spectrum syndrome, or schizophrenia (used exactly twice, back to back)

📝A.N: I thank you endlessly for your patience, my dears. There's been and will be more rewriting (not storywise, really, just some polishing) for the lost sister chapters. Also, while I'm here, stranger danger is real, kids. Practice safety everywhere you can. Please be safe 🙏

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Hugging my jacket tighter around my chest does little to stop the chattering in my teeth thanks to the cold that has already sunk into my bones. Despite all that has happened, I count ourselves lucky the seats El and I picked ended up near the bus's heater. Though at least the lingering chill from outside is keeping me awake and alert.

Trying again to rub the very last of sleep from my eyes, I try even harder to make sense of the sudden change in my surroundings.

I remember drifting off on the futon at Becky's, the next thing I know El is shaking me awake and pulling me down the stairs. All I had time to grab was my jacket, counting myself very lucky I managed to slip on my shoes before we were out the door.

Another shiver hits me like a brick when a bit of cold sneaks down the neck of my jacket. I inwardly groan. I didn't even get to change out of my pajamas.

I tried asking El what was going on and where the hell we were going─not to mention so late at night─but nothing came of it. It was difficult not to ask again, but the look I caught in her eye as we fled the front porch silenced me, if only momentarily. I tried again, when we were halfway down the road.

That time she spoke. And with a breathless voice, a vice-like grip on my hand, and furiously banishing a single tear she thought I hadn't seen. "It's not safe."

So here we find ourselves... Squished into two little purple patterned seats on the first bus we could find. I'm just happy it's not another truck.

I feel a pair of eyes on me and I look cautiously to my side, already knowing what to expect. Several other passengers watch us discreetly─some not so much. A young couple across the isle and two rows back are whispering as they eye us, either heavily concerned or far too judgemental. I'm tired and can't bring myself to care enough to figure it out.

Sadly, however, my self anxieties are still in tact under these stares. I tug my jacket tighter around my torso, my arms staying folded across my stomach. I turn to look at El and I can make out her disheartened reflection watching droplets of rain trickle down the fogged window. I rest my head tiredly on the back of my seat and attempt to break the silence.

"El?" My voice comes out as strangled, but I don't know why.

Her head rolls across the seat to face me and I'm reminded she's just as upset about this sudden uprooting as I am. Likely, of course, even more so. Her brown eyes, normally sparkling, are dulled and sad. Her eyelids sag a little, but she's fighting it well. More than anything, I sense a great deal of it is emotional exhaustion.

A million questions run through my head but I only find myself asking one. "Are you okay?"

She sniffles but gives me no immediate answer. That's when I finally note the small trace of a copper red smear, barely visible at the base of her nose that she had otherwise hastily wiped clean. Blood.

One more look in her eyes and I know; El is debating on whether or not she should lie. Finally, she speaks, and somehow I know she has told me the truth. "No."

I wince at the sound of her broken voice, splintered and forced. I extend my hand, as she did this afternoon. I'm so happy when she takes it. I gave her palm a reassuring squeeze and I look carefully in her eyes.

"El, you know you can tell me anything, right?" I ask, not even completely certain she has something to tell. But I still need her to know this.

Her eyes fall to our hands, and although she tries to hide it, I notice the subtle flutter of her eyes working to blink back tears. Her free and restless hand─which had been fiddling with her clutched bag straps on and off all day─tightened considerably. She must be spending too much time with me, a part of me thought dismissively.

"She called us in." Her grip flinches tighter when she whispers this. "I'm sorry."

Called us in? I try to make sense of this for a moment. I wonder if I heard her correctly, she had spoken so softly.

"Wait, what do you mean?" I ask gently. "Why are you sorry?"

"I heard her," she choked back. Panic is crawling into her voice and her other hand leaves the straps of her bag in favor of holding onto my forearm. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she thought I would suddenly dissappear. "She called for the policeman. Told them about me. And... she gave them your name. I'm sorry Y/n."

"My name?" I gulped, but my throat felt suddenly dry. "So, the police are gonna--? They're gonna know that I'm...?"

She nodded, remorseful eyes brimming with tears. Her face twists up in a sour pout she quickly banishes. But it was clear. She was panicking, for both our sakes.

Instinctively, I gave her hand another reassuring squeeze and managed, at most, a half-assed smile. Maybe it's for her sake, or maybe it's for mine.

"It's okay, it's not entirely your fault El," I say instinctively. I gulp again despite my dry mouth, certain she notices, but there's little room to care. My mind is buzzing, sleep now a far off worry. "Yeah, okay. I'm not going to lie to you, that's... That's not good. But I also knew what I was risking when I went with you."

My words feel like they're coming in slower and slower as I process everything in real time. El's patience with me is genuine, at least, and I attempt to mirror that as I sort hastily through my thoughts.

"The truth is, things really haven't been going super well at home. Everyone's fighting─more than usual, I mean,"

El cracks a tiny somber smile at that, and I feel one spread across my face as well. But it hardly lasts for either of us.

"Like I said before, Mike hasn't been himself since you left. And now Will is acting up. In fact, he's... El, he's completely different. He's sick, he's really sick. And so angry.

"The party is falling apart, and I've felt more alone these past few weeks than I have in a really long time. And on top of it all," my voice lowers further. "I'm still finding stuff I didn't know I could do. I've been having trouble with... well, you know."

El looks to me in surprise, her eyebrows raised. Safe to say she understands what I'm getting at.

I nod. "The point is, you showing up has been just what I needed. And yes, it's scary, but thanks to you I found out how I got here─where I came from... That's really good. I have you to thank for that."

It takes her a moment to consider my words, but El eventually gives me a smile that doesn't quite meet her eyes. A mixture of remorse and fear is still etched into her tear-stained face as she needlessly pulls her bag further into her lap, her hand leaving my forearm again to do so. I almost think more of it before her face lights up in grateful remembrance.

El wiggles closer to me in her seat before dipping her head in. "I found her. The girl."

I perked up a bit, looking back at my friend with a daring crumb of hope.

"Really? That's great! So did you get anything useful? Maybe the girl's name or where we're going?"

The hope I saw in El's face disappeared just as soon, and she shakes her head. But her face scrunches up thoughtfully as if she was trying to remember something she might have missed.

"A city." She looks at me quizzically, repeating a word she must have heard only in passing. "Shuh-cago?"

My eyes widened. "Chicago?" El nodded. "We're going to Chicago?"

El shrugged her shoulders. This was the best she could give. "Shuh-cago."

Okay. Chicago. Deep breath in. I could do that. And out. Maybe. Maybe this was incredibly stupid. In. Then again, so was chasing down an interdimensional gate while on the run from top secret government thugs. And I had done that... Barely.

"Um, okay..." I sigh heavily, only now realizing I have been holding my breath. My eyes fall to my lap, noting my rapidly bouncing leg. "Well, are you sure? Is that what you heard, or maybe saw somewhere?"

El nodded. Another dry gulp.

"So you really think she'll help, huh?" I ask.

She gives me a weak, but reassuring smile and softly squeezes my hand. "Yes."

I look to her, grateful, but I'm unsure how genuine I appear. Yet another silence follows quickly after.

The familiar feeling bubbles up in my stomach again, though it is much more intense. Sure I had anxieties about leaving with El, but this overpowered that. At least I had the small chance of not getting caught─that I'd be back the next night and it could all be explained away by being at the Byers house. But this is quickly spiraling. This had already spiraled, and I am beginning to feel sick to my stomach with nerves. The moment the Chief got Becky Ives' message then it was only a matter of time before my mom was notified, and─oh no...

Unsurprisingly, she's going to the ends of the earth just to find Mews. I can't imagine the stress she'll inevitably be under when she finds out that some woman across town filed a report about me. And now I'm on a bus to Illinois.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. The last thing I need is spirlaing my way into another accident. I have a feeling I could do a lot more damage on a crowded bus than I did boiling some cereal.

I glance at El for only a moment. Her attention is back outside, peering through the fog and the reflections on the glass. She's (presumably) oblivious to the noise in my head. A part of me─the logical part of me─is angry with myself for being so forgiving. For not communicating my disappointment well enough. Dustin always said I had a problem with that. And yet, even though I meant what I had said to El about finding out where I came from...

Maybe I did it cause I felt bad for El. She was sorry, and she was in trouble.

But I'm in trouble now, too, I remind myself.

Part of me is hoping Chicago is a dead end, and while I feel awful for feeling that way, I do. I find myself longing to be with Will again. The old Will. He always had a knack for knowing when I wasn't okay.

He always makes me feel validated when I'm upset. He listens, and he'd do anything to get me to smile. The way I want to do for him.

It hurts thinking about that now.

Whether I like it or not, I've found myself on a one way trip to the unknown, straying further and further from the safety of home.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

I don't realize I have drifted off until I feel a tap on my shoulder. My head feels much heavier and I find myself squinting against the interior lights (which now seem much brighter than before) to find El gesturing towards the isle. Through bleary eyes I make out a small line of people already shuffling down the isle ahead of us. Quickly─but rather drowsily─I rise from my seat and join them, making sure El is close behind.

We had spilled out onto the busy streets among the rest but found ourselves stalled at the edge of the sidewalk. I'm unsure about El, but the sight before me succeeds in banishing my exhaustion instantly. Between the return of the frigid breeze, the towering architecture, and the swarm of strangers every which way, I'm questioning if I'll ever sleep again.

I'm captivated as I look around in an odd mix of awe and fear. Living in a small town like Hawkins for so long makes places like Chicago feel like another planet, so it would seem.

It doesn't feel as though we're standing in the heart of the city, more so the center of a giant hive─with bees buzzing in and out with no motivation other than work. No leisure, just urgency. The entire world is whirring around us─every which way─and I suddenly have this feeling if any one person were to drop at any moment this little world would keep on moving without a second thought. It's fascinating and completely terrifying.

One curious look at El told me I wasn't alone. Neither of us had fully comprehended what we were in for until this moment. But I suppose that in itself was even slightly reassuring─that neither of us were alone.

Standing here lost in a sea of strange people, that note hits a bit harder this time as the initial shock wears off. Nobody here seems to know anyone and they all seem angry.

She remains silent at my side but El's wisdom from earlier still bring comfort to me.

"Y/n, we can defend ourselves, remember?"

She did have a point, we do have certain advantages. But then again, came that convincing little voice in my head, if we were put in a situation where we were forced to use them, then all the closer we going were to being caught.

I look to El to try and gauge her reaction and I find she's still very much lost in the towering city skyline─a genuine smile on her face. For a moment I wish I can enjoy it, but there are simply too many reminders where we are, and why I can't.

Eagerly, she starts walking down the streets and I follow her. I'm thankful I was able to retrieve my shoes and jacket, but I still can't seem to drag my thoughts away from the fact that my teeth are back to chattering. The words I spoke earlier today pop into my mind only to mock me, "I guess I kept myself warm,". Just another reason to learn how to--

A strong force strikes my shoulder hard enough to put a stumble in my steps, and instantly my train of thought is gone. I whirl around to see a man throwing me a pointed sneer over his large, squared shoulders. "Watch yourself, would ya'?," Gawking back, I spy the man making steady strides down the sidewalk with no remorse.

Huffing, I burrow my fists deeper in my jacket pockets and lie to myself that it's simply to keep my hands warm. It's bullshit, considering I don't need help in that department, but it keeps us going forward I guess.

Well, me, anyway.

I don't get in two steps before finally noticing El was at a standstill. I stop again, this time confused, to see my friend rooted to the middle of the city sidewalk. Steam from nearby grates billowed all around her, ruffling her flannel collar. She fixes a hard glare on the man behind us.

"Mouth-breather," She says, her voice low. Just then, her gaze drops and my eyes begin to widen.

I spot the man in the crowd just in time to see him stumble forward onto the concrete. Angrily, he sits up, looking around frantically and glaring at anyone who dared to titter. I felt a chuckle coming on myself when I barely make out the string of curses directed at his shoelaces as he hotly retied them.

El looked to me, hardly suppressing a smile and a roguish look in her eye. Before anyone could see, she wiped her nose clean of blood.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

If I thought I was cold before, I was dead wrong. We've been walking for about two hours, if I had to guess. The muscles in my feet are beginning to knot, and my sweatpants are clinging to my legs.

About half an hour ago, a truck drove through a puddle and I caught the tail end of the splash when we turned the corner. To pass the time, I've been trying to dry them subtly with my hands against my legs, but it didn't get me very far, even with El's advice. I finally gave it a rest after a while. I wasn't getting terribly far and I didn't want to risk draining myself if the walk was much longer.

By now I've grown used to the odd and wandering looks we've gathered. But the tension creeps back in when El leads us down an incredibly questionable alley. We are definitely in the riskier parts of the city though I try to hold my tongue and save questions until later. My instincts tell me I need to appear more confident than I am. El seems to hold up that exterior well enough, though even her confidence is waning slightly.

We find ourselves surrounded by many sluggish people, all of whom mill about around us. The alley and its inhabitants are lit mostly by fire pits in steel barrels. The stench is hard to ignore; everything wreaks of booze, cigarettes, and urine.

A frightening, cackling, man steps towards my face as we walk by and I flinch back. "They're dead. They're all dead!" He cries out.

His hyena-like laughter bounces off the cement walls and echoes in my ears. I can practically taste his awful breath and I duck my head down avoiding eye contact as I pull El along forward with me.

I can sense her eagerness to leave the alley in her vice-like grip that rivals my own. Neither of us dare let go. Without a word, we break into a matching jog and scurry on.

We don't stop until we reach what looks to be an abandoned underpass. The stench is mostly gone, but in its place something else unidentifiable. Beer cans litter the concrete and every wall is touched with graffiti.

Finally, we emerge from the darkened space to find an old and windowless warehouse. Like the underpass, there isn't a single wall or slab of concrete that isn't decorated with spray paint and neon color. This is where El stops us suddenly.

I glanced ahead of me at the building a second time, now taking in the little details. There is one tiny door ahead of us supplied with only one window─the glass dirtied and fogged, shows us nothing but flickering yellow light. And beckoning us over, curling whisps of steam pouring out of the shadows despite (what appeared to be) the windowless, pipeless, boring metal box of a building.

"Is... this it?" I ask.

"Yes." El answers. And for the first time since the alley, she releases my hand.

El sets off towards the building without another word. Almost like ripping of a band-aid; if she didn't do it now and all at once... Or maybe that's just my reasoning. I quickly follow behind, attempting to prepare myself for whatever we might find.

Upon first glance, it's not much different to the exterior; boxes, crates, barrels, and planks litter the interior and the spray paint almost smells fresh. The entrance we stand in is part of a small alcove, and it's clear the further you step inside the ceiling extends. But what catches my eye are the four people huddled around another makeshift firepit.

One girl, who sits perched on several cushions and lighting a cigarette begins to giggle teasingly. "You should do stand-up, Axe. There's a spot a few blocks away."

The group chuckles, and a tall lanky man with a large mohawk rolls his eyes with a smirk. Among them, a rather large and beefy man, who clearly seems to be the muscle, and another young woman in cuffed jeans, gloves and a dark green flannel jacket.

There is no time to worry what they might say or do when they realize we are here. El is already calling out to them. Logically, I knew we would be making ourselves known one way or another, yet my knees now feel as if they are threatening to lock at the sudden action.

"Hello?" El's voice echoed out.

The group stops and turns, their faces illuminated by the fire. The shadows now casted across their faces are eerie, like someone about to tell a ghost story.

A sickening smirk curls along the lanky one's face. My stomach drops two stories when he struts around the fire, now making his way towards us.

"Well, well... What do we have here?" He purrs, still with that no good smile.

The others follow in their friend's footsteps and rise to their feet, no doubt an act of intimidation. I look anxiously between El and the strangers, though I somehow manage to keep a still face.

These others are now inching towards us and I feel my heart rate pick up. The woman in the green jacket scoffs, looking us up and down. If I were to guess, she was trying to decide which of us looked stranger.

"What are those, overalls?" She asks finally, referring to El.

The other young woman─who had been stalking around us like we were something to play with─finally stops at me. I try to hide the tense in my shoulders but I suspect it's no use. Her gaze is somewhat bored as she looks me up and down, then jabs a bony finger in my shoulder. I roll it when she does, as if shaking off the feel of her touch.

"And get a load of this one," she squeaks, blowing smoke into my grimacing face. She lets out an awkward snort, clearly amused with my reactions and uneasy demeanor. "Y'could knock this one down with a feather,"

I cough, fanning away the miniature smog cloud lingering in my face. This gave the lanky one, Mohawk, a chuckle. The Smoker turns to me and fakes a pout.

"What's the matter, kiddies? Thought your little slumber party could use a fun little adventure in the big city, huh?"

More laughter from the others. Fighting the returning impulse to roll my eyes, I instead take another subtle deep breath.

The woman is already answering her own rhetorical question with another fake pout and flick of her cigarette ashes. "Well, you ain't gonna find it here, so go on back to the farm now."

"We're looking for my sister."

My eyes jump to El in surprise but they quickly return to the group, not particularly eager to give away the fact I had no idea what she was talking about. Sister? I do have to applaud El's quick thinking, though, I suppose.

"Aw..." Mohawk jeers. "Shirley Temple lost her sister. So sad."

"I saw her. Here." She reaches into her bag, likely for the photograph clipping from Becky's. But they all tense.

"Uh-uh," The Muscle said suddenly. "Hand out of your pocket. Slow."

El complies and Mohawk rips the news clipping from her hand. "Give me that shit."

For the first time in this encounter, this man looks apprehensive. Seeing the photo was enough to shock him into temporary silence. And apparently this in itself is enough to lure the flannel woman forward to investigate for herself. Now, like the man, she is snatching the photo up with shock.

"Is that Kali?"

"Kali?" El asks.

Mohawk steps forward, visibly on edge. Taking advantage of his height, he towers over El with an impressive glare. I say nothing, but I mirror his actions─taking a step further into El's side with a tiny glare of my own.

"How did you find us?" He questions. "Who else knows you're here?"

El backs up slightly and suddenly I was jumping to speak. "No one knows we're here." I say.

"And no one was speaking to you, either," My face sours and he returns to El. "Is this true, Shirley Temple? So, what then? Poof! You just show up like magic with that picture?"

"Stay calm." Flannel warns. "They're just kids, alright?"

He turns on her quickly. "Some kids that could get us all killed."

Like that, his anger is back on El and he pulls something from his pocket. My eyes fall to the object in his hand and my heart sinks into my stomach.

"If I have to ask again, Shirley, you'll start losing things." He carefully unfolds the pocket knife, making sure we catch the light bouncing off the blade before waving it in El's face. "Starting with those pretty little locks of yours. Yeah?"

He's in more danger than we are. He's in more danger than we are--

I still look desperately between the man and his companions─it'd be helpful to know where they stand with the threatening of children. Each of them seemed uncomfortable with his actions in varying degrees, but it was Flannel, again, who stepped forward.

"Come on, Axe. Put down the knife." She warns, her voice getting sharper.

The blade grows closer towards El's face and my heart rate breaks hummingbird records. The man is only getting angrier.

"How did you find us?"

"I saw her." El's voice is rushed and shaky, but not completely fearful. I know why, and it's the only reason I haven't (completely) fallen apart.

He advances further, still with that stupid knife and everyone's voices begin to drown in the deafening roar of blood pumping in my ears. He's beside me now as El keeps backing away and I can't bring myself to move out of his way. I'm not sure yet if it's out of bravery or fear.

"That's not an answer!" He roars.

"Axe!"

I throw aside my common sense and step fully in between them, planting myself directly in his path. "Hey-!"

He freezes, wide eyes flying to his hand. My eyes follow, fearful I've done something unintentionally. But there's nothing. Just a shaky hand with a tiny blade. Yet Mohawk staggers backward, his blade-wielding arm extended as far away from himself as possible.

"Je-Jesus!" He huffs in ragged, near incoherent sqeaks. "Jesus Christ!"

He chucks the knife on the concrete behind us, the blade nearly nicking my legs. He looks up and down his torso, his face draining of color before our eyes. He frantically swipes at himself, several fearful squeals jumping from him. El and I share a look over my shoulder, confused.

"Get off! Shit!"

He is running across the room now, hunched over and desperately swatting at his head, face, and arms. I have to step back to avoid his path as he maneuvers around me and his companions have to do the same.

"You're a terrible dancer, Axel."

Everyone, including myself, turns towards the source of the newest voice. On the stairs, leaning on the banister with a sly smirk is another young woman. Half of her head is shaved, the other half tinted a dark purple. Like the others, she was dressed in grunge, but oddly, they didn't seem shabby or cheap.

The guy named Axel relaxes, only for a moment, before it evolves into anger. He smacks his head angrily and gestured towards her as she comes down the steps.

"I told you, Kali, stay out of my head. " He spits.

"So we're threatening little kids now, are we?" She asks, striding towards us.

"They know about you." Axel defends.

The Smoker─the one who mocked me─steps forward with the photo El had procured.

"Farmgirl here had this."

The new girl, the one I can only assume to be the one we were searching for, grabs the photo. If I had to guess, she is attempting to hide her shock.

El steps away from behind me and cautiously approaches her. I'm not entirely thrilled, nor surprised, to see this girl, Kali, sizing El up and down. I don't miss the quick inspection she gives me, either.

"Where did you get this?" She asks El.

"Mama," El answers, taking the photograph back and placing it in her bag.

"Your mother gave this to you?"

"In her dream circle," El says.

I raise my brow, and as I suspect the others don't take to it, or her very easily.

"Dream circle," Axel scoffs, pacing the room. "I think she's a schizo or something."

I'm beginning to believe this man is determined to be the biggest jackass in the room.

"Says she's looking for her sister."

"Yeah. Like I said, schizo."

There's a bitter taste in my mouth and an itch crawling up my back. The idea of holding back all this anger is withering before my eyes─every word this asshole says is added coal to the fire.

My glare follows him across the room as he bends to retrieve his knife. But the blade is flying through the air and into El's waiting hand before he can touch it. This almost makes me smile.

Mumbles of surprise bounce around the group, but I simply watch with pride building in my chest as El confidently folds the knife closed and hands it to the girl.

"I saw you. In the rainbow room."

Something in the girl's eye changes drastically. She begins to stalk around El before she stops halfway to stand beside her.

"What is your name?"

"Jane."

I can't say I was expecting that, yet I wait. I concentrate my energy on keeping my jaw clenched. I've been fighting my chattering teeth ever since we stepped into this lions den and the muscles in my jaw have now grown weak and sore.

Kali grabs El's left wrist and pushes back her sleeve revealing her tattoo. In turn, El reaches for Kali's sleeve. It's pulled back to reveal a tiny cluster of ink to match El's. I almost don't notice─the sight of El allowing anyone to touch her tattoo had floored me.

That is, until I finally catch the three black digits etched into Kali's skin, and my stomach twists.

It's not actually...? My wringing hands find a new focus: the loud and blank skin of my left inner wrist.

I'm not sure why I'm surprised by this, not if we came here in search of someone like El. Someone who lived through the lab experiments with El. But the sight of the 008 tattoo hits me a little hard. Is it because it makes this all the more real? Or was it because of the longing in El's eyes as they cloud over in tears?

Her lips begun to tremble as their gazes met. "Sister."

Kali nods, breathless. "Sister,"

The two collapse into each other's arms and somehow I feel even more out of place here. It's inspiring to see; two sides of the same coin finally meeting. What each of them must have gone through─now free, now with one another. This is huge for El.

So why aren't I happy? And why does this feel like such a slippery slope?

There's no time to wonder, the two are breaking apart. Kali takes El's hands in her own, giving them a strong squeeze. The two smile at one another and my eyes fall to my feet, suddenly hyperaware of my myself and how I stand. The ends of my sweatpants are still soaked and the water in my shoes sponged up against my feet are frigid. Yet somehow, the stare of the others──the stare of Kali's──is what freezes me over.

"Jane, who is this?" She asks.

"Y/n. My friend."

Against instinct, against all comforting thought, I force myself to face her. Maybe I'm mistaken or just too damn hopeful, but the curiosity behind her eyes almost seems a bit more relaxed. Now with El's approval.

Hands still partially hidden in my jacket pocket, I send a tiny wave with my fingers and manage my best imitation of a smile.

"Hi," I mumble, trembling. Damn my chattering teeth.

The weight of Kali's stare is intimidating. I might not know the specifics of what makes her unique like us, but I can tell already her abilities aren't what make her powerful. She exudes that all on her own.

Kali looks me up and down and I almost convince myself my life depends on this one impression. And maybe it does.

Tearing me from my thoughts, Kali cocks her head and asks. "Why are you in pajamas?" She actually sounds, almost, amused? It's disarming.

"Short version?" I want to wince at the nervous chuckle that comes out involuntarily. But I'm too damn cold. And hungry. "We kinda had to make a quick get away."

Kali looks at me for a moment with an unreadable expression, though something tells me she understands. Another moment of uncertainty, seconds too long, and my mind runs in panicy circles. What did I say? What did I not say? Did I accidentally just insult her, her mother, and her entire existence without realizing? The part of my brain in charge of logic dismissed that theory almost immediately but unfortunately stress and fear were the perfect feul for doubt, as always.

Kali confirms this with a chuckle that brought time back out of slow motion. She then turns to another one of the groups members─the one who had taken caution with El and her photograph─the Muscle. He is a wide-set man with the long braid and a kindly aura.

"Funshine, take this one upstairs and help him find some warm clothes. I'd like to talk to Jane. Alone."

Her eyes fall on me, her amusement dimming away and back to speculation.

El doesn't appear to be as hesitant as I would have anticipated her to be. She's lost in the euphoria of reuniting with Kali. The idea of a sudden separation strikes fear in me─something far more powerful than the silly doubts flashing in my mind moments ago. This was a pit seeding in my stomach, ready to grow.

The larger man nods and steps forward. Surprised, my eyes flicker back to Kali and she smiles reassuringly.

"Don't worry, he's nothing but a big softie," she says with a simper, turning and leaving with El.

"El...?" Was she really just gonna leave? The two slow, and El pulls her attention away from Kali and over her shoulder to me.

"It's okay," she promises. "I'll be back," And then she was dissapearing up the stairs, Kali's arm slung over her shoulder.

...Somehow that made it worse.

The man I've been instructed to go with is smiling warmly when I turn to him. It's the first I'm put at even the slightest of ease since arriving.

"Don't you worry, we'll find something warm for you," he says, his voice deep and kind. He makes way for the stairs, pausing at the bottom with a hand on the metal rail. He throws me a brief nod over his shoulder. "We should get you by a fire, too, and quick. Dangerous for you to be walking out here like that─you'll catch your death,"

Against all odds, I feel a tiny tug at the corners of my mouth─a smile itching to spread. It doesn't quite, not with the dread sitting in my stomach like a chunk of stone or my friend walking off with a stranger.

But now, with little choice, I do the same.

My footsteps fall in sync with his almost instantly as we climb the stairs. Silence falls quick and heavy over the open space apart from our differentiating gait hiking the metal steps. I'm peering over my shoulder without much thought for consequence, my eyes meeting with the other three strangers─each of them watch me.

The way they eye me turns my stomach. The Mohawk──Axel, and the Smoker, in particular.

There was the Flannel woman─the only other person here who seemed to care El and I were children. She may be the other exception. For one, she doesn't seem interested enough, and for that I'm grateful. But mostly, I don't forget her attempts to cool down this Axel.

His glare on me sharpens, but to my surprise, I don't wither beneath it. I'm brave enough (or stupid enough) to glare back. He twirls his knife expertly in his hands as I turn away, eliciting a unpleasant cackle from Smoker. I don't need any further reassurance these are two I need to worry about.

But that's already being pushed to the back burner─Funshine and I reach the second floor and round a poorly lit corner and that's when I spot the two figures down the catwalk a ways. El and Kali. They're making their way for another, steeper pair of stairs. Smiling and laughing, already.

A sudden voice cuts through my storm of thoughts and suddenly I'm back on earth. "Right this way, friend,"

Funshine directs me to one of the makeshift bedrooms to our right and something in me weakens when we step inside. The concrete room is bathed in turquoise and peach shadows casted from the neon lights gathered inside. Where I expected all concrete walls to close me in, I see wide (albiet dirtied) windows overlooking the first floor. But the lure of it all is a split between the king size nest of pillows and blankets in the center and the fire pit in the corner.

The sight of it all is dangerously persuasive and so is the sudden wail of my aching bones and the shudder down my spine, louder than they ever were. I'm wavering already, but I'm alert enough to realize the longing in my eyes as they rake across the bed and fire is obvious.

Funshine gestures towards the fire in the corner and ushers me along. "Go ahead and warm up. I'll be right back with some proper clothes." He says before turning.

I nod absently, far too entranced and eagerly gravitating towards the warmth now before me.

He leaves from where we came and disappears around the corner. I stifle a smile when I feel the heat washing over my body. Muscles I didn't even realize I had are melting as they meet the warm glow of the flames.

I'm not sure how long I'm standing there, but it must be several minutes at the least. Enough time for Funshine to return with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

"Here you are," I trail behind him to the bed where he drops the small mountain on the edge of the sunken mattress. "I gathered a few things that I thought might fit you best. Theres plenty of stuff in here, so you'll have options. But I insist you consider dressing in layers. It'll only get worse out there," He sends me another nod and begins to head back for the door. "Alright then. You get warm, now,"

And that's all he says. He's already heading for the door. I have a sudden fear I won't get another chance to speak with him. Or let the swell of gratitude I felt be known. I couldn't hold my tongue any longer, nor did I want to.

"Hey," I call out, growing nervous. "Um..." I winced a bit at my trailing voice.

He slows at the door and turns around, giving me a curious look.

"Thank you," I mumble, mustering a smile as grateful as I felt. "For the clothes. And-- well, everything, I guess."

Another friendly smile stretches across his face and once again he nods.

"You're certainly welcome."

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The Chief’s Daughter

Summary: It had been six years since your father left you behind in New York. However, now that your mother was gone, you had no choice but to drive to Hawkins to find him. That's where you meet Billy Hargrove, who turns your life upside down... literally.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: language, blood

Previous Chapter

Chapter 7-

The Mustang wouldn't start. Probably a broken radiator if you had to guess which was why you found yourself following the train tracks through the woods with Steve Harrington and a bunch of kids.

"Tell me again, why we're going after this Demogorgon?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Because they're crazy, that's why." Max responded and you found yourself agreeing with her.

These guys were crazy. This whole situation was crazy and it might be the concussion that was definitely still effecting you, but you were still having trouble believing what you had just seen.

The kids had the audacity to look offended by the redhead's response, but none of them had the chance to say anything in defence before a voice suddenly shouted in the distance.

"Hello? Who's there?!" The male voice called out, causing you all to stop in your tracks. "Who's there?!"

"I know that voice." Steve whispered, motioning for the rest of you to follow as he took the lead and within a minute you found yourself walking out the woods towards a tall wire fence that surrounded the Hawkins lab.

Wait, was this the lab that El escaped from? It had to be.

You were so focused on the large building behind the tall fence that you didn't even notice the car parked in front of the closed gate or Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers staring at the group of you in confusion.

"Steve?" They both question in utter shock.

"Nancy?" Steve replied with equal amounts of shock.

"What are you doing here?" Nancy questioned.

"What are you doing here?" Steve questioned back as you all walked over to them.

"We're looking for Mike and Will." She answered like it was meant to be obvious.

"They're not in there, are they?" Dustin asked, pointing towards the lab beyond the fence.

"We're not sure."

As if on cue, familiar growls echoed through the still night air. The growls came straight from the lab. Dart had gone to the lab and by the sound of it, there were other Demogorgons there too.

Nancy glanced over at you and frowned a little like she only just realised you were there before her head snapped towards Steve.

"Isn't that the new girl from school? She shouldn't be here and why is she covered in blood?"

Steve glanced over at you, his eyes flashing up to the cut on your forehead before turning back to Nancy, "she's the Chief's daughter and she saved our lives."

"And she killed two Demogorgons." Dustin added.

"Seriously?" Nancy and Jonathan both asked in surprise.

You opened your mouth to respond, but didn't get the chance when suddenly the power seemed to get switched on, the laboratory lighting up before the tall electronic fence began to open.

"Finally. Jonathan, c'mon." Nancy quickly said, rushing over to her car.

"Whoa, wait, wait-"

"We're going to see what's going on. Wait here." She said, cutting Steve off before she climbed into the car and sped off through the gate towards the building.

"What do we do now?" Lucas asked, watching the car drive off.

Steve just shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we wait."

You leant against the side of the fence, your head still thumping while you mentally started to tally up how much it would cost to fix the Mustang, but that was just making your head hurt worse, so you quickly stopped thinking about it.

A few minutes later, two headlights came speeding back towards the gate and you watched in confusion as Nancy's car sped straight past before the second car skidded to a halt in front of you all.

It took you a solid five seconds before you realised that it was the Chiefs vehicle and then took you another few seconds before realising that Hopper was in the driver's seat.

He rolled the car window down and shouted at you all to get in, but had to do a double take when he saw you standing with the others.

Hopper was here. He was still here... he hadn't just taken El and left town. He hadn't abandoned you like you thought he had.

Steve was quick to open the back door and the kids all piled inside before he followed, leaving you with the passenger seat and you reluctantly climbed inside. You could feel your fathers eyes glued to you, but you just stared out the side window while he tapped the car into gear and sped off away from the lab.

"What are you guys doing here? What happened to you?" Hopper questioned and without looking you knew the last part was aimed at you.

"What happened to me? What happened to you?!" You snapped, turning to glare at him.

"Huh?"

"You've been gone for days. You left me again! I thought..." You trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud, but the by the sudden guilty expression that washed over him, he knew what you meant.

"Shit, kid. I wouldn't just pack up and leave you." He said causing you to chuckle almost hysterically.

"That is rich coming from the man that abandoned me six years ago."

"Y/N, I didn't-"

"Didn't what?" You challenged, turning in your chair to face him. "You abandoned me."

"I loved you." He responded, sparing a glance at you before focusing back on the road as he drove.

"That was love?"

"Yes. Yes, it was."

"Oh, okay. Then why did you leave?" You asked, aware that Steve and the kids were listening, but you didn't care.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"If you loved me so much, why weren't you there? Why did you leave me?"

"I tried." He argued, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he spoke. "I always tried-"

"You weren't there. You were never fucking there! You left! Sara died and you fucking left!"

"Enough!" Hopper shouted, raising his voice louder than you had ever heard it causing you to flinch before he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Nobody said anything for the longest time, the car eerily silent. You lifted your legs up and hugged your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top and stared out the window.

"Look, I'm sorry for raising my voice." Hopper eventually said after a few minutes of tense silence. "That's a lot of blood on your face. How badly are you hurt?"

"Like you care." You muttered under your breath, keeping your head turned to the window.

Hopper sighed and you tensed ready him to start yelling, but instead he glanced to the others through the revision mirror and spoke to them.

"Harrington, you wanna tell me why you kids were at the lab? And why my daughter is bleeding from the head?"

"We were following Dart." Dustin answered.

"What?"

"A small Demogorgon. We were following a Demogorgon." Steve quickly clarified.

"You were what?!" Hopper questioned in shock. glancing over his shoulder at them.

"Y/N already killed two of them." Max added.

You felt your fathers eyes back on you, but you kept looking out the window before he sighed.

"Jesus Christ. Okay, is anyone else hurt?" He asked, turning the car onto the main road.

"Uh, no, no, we're all okay." Steve answered, after looking over all the kids to double check. "Y/N probably has a concussion though."

There was no probably about it. You definitely had a concussion, you knew that for certain. But were you going to tell Hopper that? Absolutely not.

"Okay. We're going back to the Byers and I'll explain everything there."

After that, nobody said anything else and you continued to stare out the side window in silence until the car pulled up in front of what you assumed was the Byers house and you all climbed out.

You sat on the couch while Mrs. Byers applied a couple butterfly bandages to the cut on your forehead, the others all discussing and explaining what was happening. You found out about the Mind Flayer that had apparently taken over Will Byers and that there was a gate to the Upside Down open in the lab along with a bunch of tunnels under Hawkins? You honestly weren't sure if any of that was correct, your concussion making it really hard to focus at this point.

"She going to be alright?" Hopper asked, walking over to you and Joyce.

"She definitely has a concussion, but the bleeding has stopped. She'll be fine." Joyce reassured and Hopper physically relaxed hearing those words. "Why didn't you tell me that you had a daughter, Jim?"

"Don't take it too hard. He never told anyone about me." You said, speaking up for the first time.

Hopper glared at you, but didn't say anything in response before he turned to Joyce, "can I have a minute alone with her?"

Joyce nodded before quickly packing up her small first aid kit and walking away, leaving Hopper standing in front of you, his eyes glued to the butterfly bandages with an uneasy expression.

"You should have been more careful."

You rolled your eyes, "I saved their lives."

"Yeah, and you could have lost your life doing it." He snapped, anger staring to rise in his voice.

"Like you'd give a shit anyway." You mumbled softly to yourself.

"Can we not do this?" He asked, motioning between the two of you. "We got bigger things to deal with instead of this petty arguing, okay? Can we both just agree to be adults right now?"

You wanted to argue, but knew he was right. The Mind Flayer had taken control of Will Byers and once the boy wakes up the Mind Flayer will know exactly where you all were and would be coming. That was the thing you needed to be focused on.

"Yeah."

Hopper nodded, "okay, good. Where's El?"

You frowned in confusion. Wait, he didn't know where El was? How could he not know?

"I thought she was with you... she was gone the same day you were."

"Shit." Hopper sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

In the end, it was decided to take Will out to the garden shed where the Mind Flayer wouldn't be able to pinpoint your location. Joyce, Jonathan, Mike and Hopper would try and get through to Will in hopes the boy knew how to kill the Mind Flayer.

The rest of you waited impatiently before Hopper discovered that Will was trying to talk through morse code and after some messing around, the words 'CLOSE GATE' was deciphered.

Will wanted you to close the gate. Would the Mind Flayer die if you closed the gate?

"Close the gate in the lab and the Mind Flayer dies? Is that what the kid is trying to tell us?" You asked from where you were sitting at the table with an icepack to your forehead.

"I think-" One of the kids began to say before the house phone began to ring loudly.

"Shit, shit." Dustin swore, sprinting across the room and hanging up the phone.

"Do you think he heard that?" Max asked, glancing through the window to the garden shed.

"It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?" Steve asked hesitantly.

You opened your mouth to try and reassure the group before the distant growls of Demogorgons echoed from outside.

Yep, the Mind Flayer definitely knew where you all were. Shit.

A few seconds later, Jonathan, Joyce and Mike rushed back into the house. Will unconscious in his brothers arms as Jonathan laid him down on the couch before Hopper closed the door behind himself now holding what looked to be some kind of bolt-action rifle.

"Hey, get away from the windows!" He instructed, looking at the kids.

They all quickly listened and jumped away from the windows while everyone looked around in panic not knowing what to do.

"You remember how to use this?" Hopper asked, holding the rifle towards you.

You nodded taking the gun and checking the chamber before actioning bolt on the side and aiming at the front door.

Steve was quick to grab his spiked baseball bat, Hopper with an assault rifle, Lucas with his slingshot and you were pretty sure Mike had picked up a candle holder or something, but you kept your focus on the front door as the growls of the Demogorgons grew closer and closer.

You rested your finger over the trigger, looking down the open sights as you took in a few deep breaths waiting for the monsters to break through the front door or windows, but it never happened.

The growls of the Demogorgons quickly turned to pained yelps and a second later one of the monsters crashed through the front window, landing in the corner of the room, unmoving.

What the fuck?

Slowly, Hopper walked over to it, nudging the creature with his boot, but it still didn't move. The Demogorgon was dead.

The front door creaked and you spun around, stepping in front of Max and Dustin protectively with the gun raised just as the door flew open and your eyes widened when El stepped inside.

Blood was dripping from her nose and it wasn't hard to figure out that she had killed the monster, but what you were mainly focused on was the new look she was rocking. Her hair was slicked back with gel and had black eyeliner on. It was different, but hey, you were pretty sure most girls went through this kind of phase at some stage.

"Eleven." Mike whispered, stepping forward as you lowered the rifle with a sigh of relief.

"Mike." El replied, the two of them meeting halfway and hugging.

You smiled softly at the young love before they pulled apart and El looked over at you, her eyebrows furrowing in concern when she saw the dry blood down the side of your face.

"Hurt." She said, walking over to you.

"Nah, kid. I'm fine."

She didn't believe you and you figured it was probably her powers and she was able to tell that you weren't exactly 'fine', but before she could say anything else you hugged her.

Hopper walked over to the two of you with a relieved expression and he tried to sound angry as he spoke, but you knew he wasn't. "The hell is this? Where have you been?"

El let go of you and turned to face him, "where have you been?"

Hopper didn't answer and instead he pulled the girl into his chest and hugged her. There was a weird little pang in your heart watching the small display of affection between them. A small part of you longed for a hug like that from your father, but at the same time, you knew you would push him away if he tried.

"You've been hiding her?" Mike asked, but it was clear the boy had already figured it out. "You've been hiding her this whole time!"

Mike shoved Hopper in the back causing him to turn around with a stern expression.

"Hey! Let's talk. Alone."

With that, Hopper pulled Mike to one of the spare rooms while El reunited with her friends and you sat back down at the table and grabbed the icepack you had been using earlier.

"You doing okay?" Steve asked, sitting down in the chair beside you.

"Peachy." You mumbled, pressing the icepack to your pounding forehead.

"That was, uh, a pretty heated conversation in the car with the Chief."

"Yeah, well, we don't exactly get alone."

"Yeah, I kinda put that together." Steve replied, glancing over his shoulder just as Mike and Hopper walked back into the room.

El announced that she could close the gate, but before she could do that, they needed to get the Mind Flayer out of Will.

The Mind Flayer apparently liked cold temperatures. So, Joyce, Nancy and Jonathan were going to take Will to the cabin and heat the place up like a sauna to get it out of the kid and Hopper was going to take El to lab and once Will was free, she would close the gate.

The rest of you were on strict instructions to stay in the Byers house and wait for them to come back. That was it and you weren't complaining.

Steve and Dustin were currently trying to shove the dead Demogorgon into Mrs. Byers fridge because the kid claimed it was for science and Steve couldn't seem to say no to him.

You moved from the kitchen table to the couch in the main room and laid down with the icepack resting on your forehead. Max sat on the floor, leaning against the couch and talked with you because Hopper had intrusted them to not let you fall asleep with a concussion and Max was making sure of that.

"So, what's the deal with you and Billy?" She asked randomly. "I haven't seen him act like he does around you since... well, ever."

"What do you mean act the way he does around me?"

Your eyes were closed because the lights in the room were way to bright, but you weren't asleep, not with Max constantly asking you questions.

"He acts... he's happy. He's happy around you, I mean, I have never seen him smile so much and since he met you, he's been less of an asshole. Well, he's still an asshole, I think all brothers are, but he's not angry or mad at the world since he met you."

Her words hit hard and you opened your eyes to look at her, but there was no sign of sarcasm on her face. She was dead serious. But, Billy had pushed you away earlier? He was a total dick and you knew it was because of his father, but it still hurt.

"So, are you dating my stepbrother?" She asked when you didn't say anything.

"No. We're friends... well, I don't know. We kinda got into a fight? I don't even know if it was a fight, but yeah, he probably doesn't want to see me anymore." You admitted, but Max instantly shook her head.

"That's total bull."

"What?"

"He likes you. And as stupid as my brother is, he wouldn't let a stupid fight get between you guys." Max insisted and you smiled softly at her determination.

"Y/N? I need some backup in here. These little shits want to go into the tunnels and draw the Demo-dogs to them." Steve's voice suddenly called from the other room.

"The fuck would they want to do that for?" You grunted, swinging your feet off the couch.

Max got to her feet as well and the two you joined the others who were in a heated debate about distracting the Demo-dogs so El could close the gate.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, lower the volume, my head is spinning." You instructed and the kids all instantly shut up and sent you an apologetic look. "Thank you. Now, listen to Steve. We are not letting you go into those tunnels."

"But we can't do nothing!" Mike shouted causing you to wince and he instantly lowered his voice and pointed at the drawing on the wall. "This is where the Chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnels and this, right here. This is like a hub. So, you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire-"

"Oh, yeah? That's a no." Steve said, cutting him off.

"The Mind Flayer would call away his army." Dustin said, ignoring Steve all together.

"They'd all come to stop us." Lucas added.

"We circle back to the exit and by the time they realise we're gone-" Mike continued to say.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! This is not happening." Steve shouted, clapping his hands and drawing their attention to him.

"But-"

"No, no, no, no. No buts. I promised I'd keep you shitheads safe and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

"Listen to him. This plan is a suicide mission, okay? El and the Chief can handle it." You said, backing him up before the familiar sound of a car engine revving came from outside. "Wait, is that..."

Max was already rushing to the window, recognising that car from anywhere.

"It's my brother. He can't know I'm here. He'll kill me."

"Shit." You sighed, leaning against the wall.

The last thing you wanted to do was talk to Billy after how the two of you ended things and especially not with your head hurting the way it was.

Steve must have noticed because he began walking towards the door and saying that he would get rid of Billy before he stepped out the front, closing the door behind himself.

"Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?"

"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants." You heard Steve reply before he stepped off the front porch and you couldn't hear them talking anymore, so you retreated back to the kitchen to get some more ice before realising that everything had been removed from the fridge and freezer and replaced by the Demo-dog. Perfect.

A few seconds later, the front door slammed opened and you quickly looked out the kitchen window to find Steve now lying flat on his back by the Camaro. Shit.

"Well, well, well, Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise." Billy's voice said from inside the house. "I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max."

"Billy, go away." She responded.

You rushed out the kitchen to find him standing in front of Max and Lucas, his shoulders tense and you knew he was angry. He just got hit by his father because Max had runaway on his watch, of course he was going to be angry.

"I was going to take her home." You called out, announcing your presence.

Billy spun around quicker than you thought possible, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before he saw the dried blood on the side of your face and butterfly bandages on your forehead.

He rushed over to you in an instant, his hand cupping the side of your face as he gently tilted your head to the side so he could see the damage properly.

"I'm okay. Billy. Seriously, I'm okay." You whispered.

"You don't look okay. The fuck happened? Why are you here? Why is Max here with these boys and Harrington?" Billy questioned, not taking his eyes off the cut. "That nearly needs stiches."

"It's fine." You reassured, but it was clear he didn't believe you.

Steve rushed back into the house, breathing heavily as his panicked eyes searched the room before they landed on you and Billy and he instantly relaxed.

"Hey, man, listen-"

Steve didn't get to finish whatever he was saying as he gently grabbed Billy's shoulder which was a bad idea because a split second later, he turned around and slammed his fist into the side of Steve's face.

The guy stumbled back at step, not expecting the hit, but quickly recovered and punched back just as hard.

Billy grunted when Steve's fist hit his nose, blood instantly starting to fall from it. To your surprise, Billy began to laugh almost hysterically as he stood up straight and faced Steve.

"Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I've been waiting to meet this King Steve that everybody's been telling me so much about."

"Get out." Steve ordered, pushing Billy's chest firmly.

Billy let himself be pushed back as he stared at Steve, but you didn't miss how his hand tightened into a fist by his side and you knew what was about to happen. This was not going to end well.

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