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[bigbywlf]

DEPUTY OF HOPE COUNTY ❈ BLUE HAWKINS 

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

Serve & Protect

Summary: You moved to the small quiet town of Hawkins after transferring from the NYPD and reunite with your old partner, Jim Hopper. However, Hawkins isn't as quiet as it seems, and your past follows you there.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Language, brief mentions of past assault

Previous Chapter

Chapter 8- Soap

It had been nearly seven months since you helped Hopper and the party close the gate to the Upside Down. Nearly seven months since you found out that monsters existed. But that wasn't what was keeping you up at night.

What was keeping you up at night was the letter that had appeared by your front door two days ago.

A letter from Hank, your old work partner back in New York.

Sure, he was still in the force and had access to the system so it wouldn't have been hard for him to search your name and find your new address and post the letter. That wasn't the problem. The problem was the envelope didn't have a stamp. He didn't post the letter from New York. He hand delivered it.

He was here. 

In Hawkins.

He had followed you from New York to the middle of bumfuck nowhere in Indianna.

"How long has it been since you slept?"

You looked up from your desk to find Hopper walking into the station and you quickly flipped the letter over so he couldn't see.

"Dunno." You shrugged.

He sighed walking over and leaning against the side of your desk.

"I get it. I didn't sleep much when I first found out about the Upside Down."

"It's not that." You replied, but instantly regretted it when he asked;

"Then what is it?"

A part of you wanted to tell him the truth. He was the Chief of Police if anyone could help it was him. But there was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that he wouldn't help. Hank was still a Police Officer. There was an unwritten rule between the boys in blue and that was you protected each other, no matter what.

That's what happened when you had tried to tell your old boss about it. He just swept it under the rug, no action taken not even a warning, nothing. But Hopper was different. He wasn't like those other officers, and he was your best friend. He could help you.

"Morning, boss. Morning, Y/N." Callahan greeted in a tone that was way too chirpy for a Monday morning.

"It doesn't matter." You replied quietly to Hopper before looking over at Callahan who was walking into the station. "Morning, Cal."

Hopper remained leaning against your desk for a few seconds like he was debating whether to push the topic or not before he eventually nodded.

"Alright. I got a bunch of statements to get through today. Powell has called in sick, so it's just you two on patrol."

"Copy that, Chief. I just gotta check my emails then we can head out, Y/N."

The rest of the day was spent in the patrol car with Callahan listening to him rant about his next-door neighbour. Listening to his problem kept you distracted from your own and before you knew it, you were walking back into the station at the end of the shift.

"Anything you want us to do before we head home, Chief?" Callahan shouted, already taking off his belt assuming Hopper would say no.

"No, you can go. Y/N, can I see you in my office?" Came Hoppers reply.

"Ohhh, you're in trouble." Callahan teased like a school kid.

You flipped the other deputy off, "don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Callahan snorted, "thanks. See ya tomorrow."

You walked across the office and knocked on Hopper's door that was slightly ajar.

"Come in."

You pushed the door open further and leant against the doorframe to find Hopper sitting at his desk with a troubled expression. Great, what had happened?

"Do you have anything you wanna tell me?" He asked in his serious Chief of Police tone that he rarely used on you.

That tone had you standing up straight at attention like you were back at the damn Police Academy about to get yelled at by your Drill Sergeant for square gating while trying to march.

"No?" You said, but it sounded more like a hesitant question than any form of answer.

You thought back to everything you and Callahan had done today, but it was a fairly quiet shift and neither of you had done anything that would get you in trouble, unless-

"Did Mrs. Colson file another complaint? I pulled her over for speeding again and-"

"Not that. This." Hopper said, cutting you off and holding up a piece of paper for you to see.

The letter.

Shit.

You glanced over your shoulder towards your desk where the letter had been sitting, but as suspected, it was gone.

"You went through my stuff?" You questioned, folding your arms across your chest.

"Flo was cleaning the office, it fell off your desk. She saw the first sentence and gave it straight to me." Hopper calmly explained.

"Damnit Flo." You muttered under your breath.

"Sit down." He ordered but his tone was gentler now as he pointed to the chair in front of his desk.

You sighed but did as you were told. Hopper placed the letter down on the desk and your eyes raked over the words that you had read nearly 100 times by now.

'Y/N, You think you can run from me? I've found you and not even your old partner can save you. I'll see you soon.'

"Who wrote this?"

You looked back at Hopper his voice was stern, but his eyes were full of worry.

"It's a long story." You sighed.

Hopper leant forward resting his elbows on his desk as he stared at you. "I have time. Now start from the beginning."

You took in a deep breath, hating how shaky it sounded as you thought about Hank and everything he had done.

"It was a few weeks after you left New York." You began to say. "I got assigned a new partner and he was... well, he wasn't a nice person. I mean, at first, he wasn't too bad. He was a bit of a dick, but most male Police Officers were assholes towards me, so it wasn't much different. I dealt with it. A couple years went by, but he just kept getting worse. I eventually told the boss, but Hank didn't like that and surprise, surprise, the Superintendent didn't care either. Things got bad after that."

"Bad how?"

"The details don't matter, but it ended in a restraining order and him getting demoted back down to beat cop."

"Restraining order?" Hopper questioned in shock.

"The restraining order meant nothing to him though. He still found ways to follow me. It actually made things worse. He tried to make my life a living hell because he blamed me for the demotion instead of his own stupid actions. But the boss wouldn't fire him or do anything about it, so I asked for a transfer. And then two days ago, this letter was at my door."

Hopper remained silent for a moment, his jaw clenched shut as he took this information in but the more seconds that ticked by, the angrier he looked.

"This asshole was harassing you even with a restraining order in place and now he's found your new address and sent you this threatening letter?"

You nodded, "yep."

"Jesus Christ." He rubbed his face with his hands. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." You lied.

Hopper gave you a pointed look, seeing straight through your obvious lie and you sighed.

"Okay, no. I'm not okay. I'm scared. Is that what you want to hear?"

"I'm not going to let him hurt you."

"He's still a cop." You pointed out.

"So?" Hopper responded like that wasn't a big deal. "He might be a cop, but I'm the Chief. Hawkins is my jurisdiction. If he steps foot in this town, he'll regret it."

You smiled softly, fiddling with your hands in your lap not knowing what else to say because this was the first time one of your bosses took your side and you had no idea how to respond.

"Hey." Hopper said, leaning over the desk and grabbing your hand. "You tell me if any more letters show up, okay?"

"Okay."

-

The following two weeks flew by without any more letters. You were starting to think that Hank had just been bluffing trying to scare you, which had worked but he wasn't in Hawkins. It was a small town, if he was here, you would have found out by now.

"I can't handle it. That stupid boy is always coming over to visit El." Hopper continued to rant like he had been doing for the past few weeks about Mike Wheeler. "I can't even remember a day when I didn't see him. He might as well pay me fucking rent for how often he's at the cabin."

You currently sat in the passenger seat of the Chevy with Hopper cruising through Hawkins on patrol. Downtown was quiet. It had been ever since the new Starcourt Mall opened up a couple weeks ago.

The mall was great. It had so many new stores and food shops, it even had a cinema. However, downtown had been impacted greatly by the malls popularity and just driving down what used to be the main street, it was obvious the stores here were struggling to get business.

"He's El's boyfriend, Hop. They're gonna want to spend time together." You reminded, glancing over at him.

"She's too young to have a boyfriend."

"Oh, really? I do remember you once telling me about your first kiss at the ripe age of 10."

Hopper's head snapped in your direction, "I did not tell you about that."

"You didn't. But drunk you is very talkative. I got a lot of details too." You smirked and Hopper groaned rubbing his face with his hands.

"When?"

"The night we solved that triple homicide in Queens. We went to the bar to celebrate and, well, you had a lot to drink."

"Oh, God. I barely remember that night. Didn't you have to drive me home?" He asked, glancing over at you.

"Yep. It was super late, and you were soooo drunk. Diane let me crash on your couch instead of driving home at 3am, but she was not impressed with you. Especially after you knocked over that lamp and woke..." You trailed off, unsure whether to finish that sentence or not.

Hopper never spoke about his late daughter. You could count on one hand the number of times he had mentioned her name since you moved to Hawkins. He didn't like talking about her, so you weren't going to bring it up, although it was obvious what you had been about to say and by the sudden silence in the car, Hopper knew it too.

"...I woke up Sara."

You glanced over at Hopper to find him staring straight ahead at the road while he drove. He didn't seem angry that you had mentioned her. He didn't seem sad either, in fact, he was almost smiling.

"Sara was just a baby." He sighed, and yep, that was a definite smile on his lips. "The second that lamp crashed against the tiles I knew I was dead. Sara just started screaming and then Diane was shouting, and I just remember you abandoning me to go settle Sara, leaving me alone with my angry wife. Thanks for that by the way."

You chuckled, "I sure as fuck wasn't getting in the middle of your little domestic dispute that was for sure."

Hopper snorted softly before he pulled the car up in front of Melvald's General Store and you both climbed out and wandered through the front door.

"Hey." Joyce greeted from your left, and you glanced to the side to find her hanging up a large sale sign in the front window.

"Hey, Joyce." You smiled, walking further into the store.

"Hey. You busy?" Hopper asked, although by the lack of people in the store, you could probably guess the answer.

"You're our first customer, so..." She trailed off and Hopper must have pulled a face because Joyce sighed, "what now?"

"Don't even get him started. He's been complaining about the kids all morning." You teased, bumping your shoulder into Hoppers playfully causing him to push you away gently. "Okay. Okay. Hint received. I will be over there in that aisle, far away so I don't have to listen to this all again."

Hopper rolled his eyes at you, and you stuck your tongue out at him causing Joyce to laugh before you wandered off further into the store while Hopper began ranting about Mike and El to a new set of ears.

"I need for them to break up." You heard Hopper declare a few minutes later.

You snorted softly while flicking through a magazine you found pretending to be reading while actually just listening to Hopper bicker and moan because it was more entertaining than this Cosmo.

"That is not your decision." Joyce reminded.

"They're spending entirely too much time together. You agree with me about that, right?"

"Well, I mean, they're just kissing, right?"

"Yeah, but it is constant. It is constant. Okay? That is not normal, that is not healthy-"

"Tell that to 10-year-old you and Judith Smith behind the bleachers!" You shouted from across the store.

"You!" Hopper warned, turning around and pointing at you sternly, but you knew there was no real heat behind his actions. "You can shut up. I can't believe I ever told you that."

"You and Judith Smith made out when you were 10?" Joyce questioned in a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

Oh, shit, that's right. Joyce had gone to the same school as them.

You couldn't stop yourself from bursting out laughing causing Hopper to glare at you, but that only made you laugh harder before he turned back to Joyce.

"Ignore my Deputy, she doesn't know what she's talking about." Hopper responded, causing Joyce to raise her eyebrows, not believing him in the slightest. "Anyway, El and Mike-"

"You can't just force them apart. I mean, they're not little kids anymore. They're teenagers." Joyce continued to say getting back into the other topic.

You zoned out while she told him to talk to the kids and have a heart-to-heart with them. She grabbed a notepad and wrote down some words like a little script for him to follow to help guide him during his talk with the kids.

It was a good idea, but you were willing to bet that Hopper won't follow the script.

You sat on the edge of the register desk with a new magazine while Joyce made Hopper practice saying the little speech aloud, trying to get him to memorise it without looking at the notes.

"... to sharing our feelings... This isn't gonna work." Hopper declared, cutting himself off and shaking his head. "It's not gonna work. It's not gonna work."

"Yes, it will! I promise. Come on." Joyce insisted, but Hopper was already standing up still shaking his head.

"Maybe I'll just kill Mike. I'm the Chief of Police, I could cover it up."

"I think that's kinda, like, slightly illegal." You called out.

Suddenly, the shop doorbell jingled catching you all off guard because you had been sitting around for close to 20 minutes now and not one customer had walked in.

"Oh, a customer. Hey, Judith!" Joyce greeted, getting to her feet and walking over to the other woman.

Your head snapped up at the familiar name and you jumped down from the bench just as Hopper hurriedly made his way over to you as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"Judtih Smith?" You asked curiously walking over to her and Joyce.

The other woman looked over at you with a kind smile, "yes. That's me. Do I know you?"

Before you could say anything further Hopper suddenly grabbed your arm and started to pull you away towards the front door.

"Nope. My Deputy is new here. Sorry, we gotta go. Bye Joyce!" Hopper shouted over his shoulder, already pushing you out the front door while you tried and failed to contain your laughter.

Judith Smith. She was the girl that young Hopper had been kissing under the school bleachers. It was her.

What were the chances?

"Get in the car." Hopper muttered, gently nudging you towards the vehicle.

"But-" You tried to say between fits of laughter before Hopper cut you off.

"Not a word. Not a damn word."

-

The rest of your shift went by uneventfully. You spent most of it laughing about Judith Smith while Hopper pretended to be annoyed, but you knew he found it hilarious too. He just wouldn't admit it.

"Goodluck with El and Mike." You said, climbing out the car once you got back to the station at the end of the day.

Hopper sighed from the driver's seat, "thanks, I'm gonna need it."

You rolled your eyes, "you'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

Hopper waved and you closed the passenger side door before he reversed out the parking lot and you wandered over to your truck and climbed inside, ready to go home after the long shift.

Once home you slipped your boots off and threw your keys on the kitchen bench before going to your bedroom and grabbing some clean clothes, looking forward to a nice warm shower before cooking dinner.

You made your way to the bathroom, placing your clean clothes on the sink before you leant into the shower and turned it on, giving the old hot water system time to kick into gear and heat up. Unclasping your duty belt, you pulled it off putting it down on the sink before kicking off your pants and throwing your work shirt and clothes on the floor in a pile to deal with later.

You stepped into the shower, your body relaxing under the warm flow of water above. You could easily stand there for hours, but you definitely couldn't financially afford such luxuries, so you got to work on washing your hair.

You thought back to Hopper wondering how he was going with the kids while you closed your eyes and rinsed the shampoo out from your hair before blindly reaching for the soap.

Grabbing it from the holder on the wall, you were about to start washing yourself when you felt strange bumps on the side of the soap.

What the hell?

Wiping the water from your face with your free hand, you opened your eyes and looked down at the bar of soap in confusion. But your stomach dropped when you saw the bite mark on the side of the soap.

It was a human bite mark. There were teeth pattens on it.

Someone had bitten a chunk off your soap.

A horrible realisation hit you like a truck. It was Hank. It had to be.

He dropped the letter off at your front door weeks ago and now he had broken into your house and did this... wait, what if he was still inside?

The soap slipped from your trembling fingers, and you cautiously peaked out from around your shower curtain, but the bathroom was still empty.

He could still be in the house.

Oh, God.

Leaving the shower running, not wanting to tip him off that you were leaving if he happened to be listening, you stepped out and grabbed your oversized shirt from the sink with shaky hands and pulled it on, not bothering to dry yourself with a towel or wasting time with other clothes.

You slipped your handgun from the holster on your duty belt, flicking the safety off already knowing it was fully loaded.

Slowly, you reached for the door handle, your gun raised with one hand before you opened it, expecting Hank to be standing there but he wasn't. Cautiously you stepped out the bathroom, gripping your gun tightly with both hands before you began to sweep your house like you were trained to do, clearing rooms and searching for the suspect.

You did a full internal patrol of your own house, but he wasn't there.

Every door and window were double checked for signs of forced entry, but there was nothing. After making sure said doors and windows were locked and secure, you returned to the bathroom and turned the shower off.

The half-bitten bar of soap sat on the tiles of the shower, but you ignored it and hastily got changed before grabbing a duffle bag and shoving your required belongings inside. You slipped your belt around your waist, the gun back in the holster before you grabbed a plastic bag and put the soap inside.

A few minutes later you were back in your car and driving to the Police Station, the only place Hank wouldn't dare come to.

To your relief, Flo had gone home, and nobody was on nightshift minus Deputy Powell who was on call, but you knew he wouldn't come to the station unless a big job came up, so you had the place to yourself.

You dumped your bag on your desk and sat down but after nearly an hour in the office chair, you migrated out to the cells. The thin mattress in the cell wasn't too comfortable either, but eventually you dozed off to sleep. 

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[inmateofthemind]

Have Some TWST Fan Lore Part 2: Corlux Key Seminary

Quite literally the largest of the arcane academies, acting as an "all are welcome" paramilitary institution for mages of all sorts. It is revered for its music program, particularly its marching band. - the description that would be on Corlux's in-game info card if it were canon

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A Very Brief Background

According to legend, Corlux Key Seminary was originally opened by a collective of special forces mages led by a wizard of power so fantastic that he could supposedly create living worlds out of paint and paper. These mages guarded their kingdom of light with such ferocity that they were referred to as 'living locks', which was fairly ironic considering their weapons were shaped to resemble keys.

With that said, however, the lead mage truly believed that people of all talents and backgrounds were welcome to their land if their hearts were 'pure'; after all, unconventional talents had been proved to win the day over and over in the long lens of history. As such, Corlux Key Seminary was created in honor of that wizard and his friends by offering a variety of programs for students to harness their skills.

-------------------- Current Staff {pronouns} (Twisted From)

Headmistress: Evangeline Lighthaven {she/her} (twisted from the Blue Fairy of Pinocchio)

Deputy Headmaster: Sir Shy {he/they} (twisted from Mad Madam Mim of The Sword & the Stone)

Literature and Drama: Godehard Norris {he/him} (twisted from Mother Gothel of Tangled)

Science: Maureen Desrosiers {she/her} (twisted from Maurice of Beauty and the Beast)

Social Studies: Saylor Anker {she/her} (twisted from Captain Hook of Peter Pan)

Mathematics: Jóna Quasar {they/them} (twisted from Dr. Delbert Doppler of Treasure Planet)

Foreign Languages: Augustus Scholaris {he/him} (twisted from Dr. Milo Thatch of Atlantis: the Lost Empire)

Physical Education: Babur Shah {he/him} (twisted from Shere Khan of Jungle Book)

Music/Band: Inti & Wayna {genderfluid & he/him respectively} (twisted from Yzma & Kronk of The Emperor's New Groove)

Teacher's Assistant: Solfilius Bellflower {he/him} (twisted from Rapunzel of Tangled)

'Jacks of All Trades' Grunts: Carnelian & Saul {both he/him} (twisted from Jasper & Horace of 101 Dalmatians)

all staff members created by @inmateofthemind

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Students of Note, sorted by school year at time of 1st Arcane Exchange

FRESHMAN

Orpheus Fairbairn {he/him}* (twisted from King Stephen of Sleeping Beauty) created by @inmateofthemind

Helena Jupiter {she/her} (twisted from Hercules of Hercules) created by @ramshacklerumble

Caelum 'Cal' Sokół {he/him}* (twisted from Jim Hawkins of Treasure Planet) created by @inmateofthemind

SOPHOMORE

Klaus Hasencamp {he/him} (twisted from The White Rabbit of Alice in Wonderland) created by @simons-twsted-children

Puck Pratt {he/him, trans}* (twisted from Peter Pan of Peter Pan) created by @inmateofthemind

Fiamma Trein {she/her} (twisted from Cinderella of Cinderella) created by @inmateofthemind

JUNIOR

Penny Chase {she/her} (twisted from Copper of The Fox and the Hound) created by @inmateofthemind

Ruby Del Zorro {she/her} (twisted from Tod of The Fox and the Hound) created by @inmateofthemind

Kentigern Vaughan {he/him} (twisted from Wart of The Sword in the Stone) created by @inmateofthemind

*= does not participate in the 1st Arcane Exchange

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GRADUATES/ALUMNUS

Kallisto Shroud {she/her} (twisted from the Muses of Hercules) created by @cyanide-latte

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Tidbits & Trivia

Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy can bicker about having the power; Corlux Key Seminary is content to boast about having the numbers. There are a grand total of twenty dormitories across the entire campus, though the joke among students is that there are actually twenty-three. This is due to some of the dorms having gotten a rebranding of name some years back, but people will use the new and old names interchangeably. It isn't uncommon for freshmen to be deliberately told to retrieve something from one of the dorms using the old name for it so that they will wander around for hours trying to find it.

Corlux Key Seminary is located in the far north of the Shaftlands; not exactly neighbors with Harveston, but close enough that the more troublesome youth of the town are threatened with being sent there if they don't shape up.

Corlux's inclusivity even goes as far as the dress code; as long as the students are wearing academy-issued attire and it's properly clean, they're golden as far as the rules go. This is actually a selling point for students who are exploring their gender identity, or even just for people who want to wear quote-unquote 'gender-specific attire' just for the sake of comfort. Rather recently, one student even turned down their invite to Royal Sword Academy specifically because 'they don't allow guys to wear skorts/skirts there; hard pass'.

As Corlux is currently under the reign of a fae, all students are granted protection from minor cantrips and spells by what is referred to as a 'pulchra osculum' ('beautiful kiss'). This is a TWST-fan!verse term created by myself which I will explain at a later date, but the basic idea is that it's a minor protection spell.

Corlux is officially listed as paramilitary due to their structure not being fully comparable to a traditional military school, though there is a kind of 'honors program' sponsored by official military institutes from across the nations to help those with serious aspirations for the armed forces. The way to distinguish those students from the general populace is an armband emblazed with a specific crown modeled after a symbol worn by a legendary 'Keywielder', as the military-aspiring students are called.

Even if students do not choose to enlist into any kind of military service upon graduation, they will receive top-of-the-line training for a variety of careers. As mentioned previously, one of the school's most famed aspects is their marching band that has seen several of its former members go on to be professional musicians of some kind.

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Author's Notes

As previously mentioned, Corlux Key Seminary is an arcane academy created by yours truly to serve...well, a lot of purposes, actually;

Play around with the idea of what a TWST military school would look like while also having a bit of flexibility for fun

Give the girlies/girlie-identifying folks of TWST a place to be educated since there don't seem to be a whole lot of those in canon (at least from what I've seen)

Place a few extra Kingdom Hearts references into TWST (you mean to tell me that four of the Great Seven are the villains of the Princesses of Hearts, with one of those Seven even being Maleficent herself, because of sheer coincidence? I think NOT, friend!)

Because this is a fanverse for a piece of media, which means we live by the credence 'I did it because I could' xD

This is all in good fun between a small group of friends who are doing something fun with a game we all enjoy. Just let us have our thing and feel free to engage if you like it :)

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[zevlor]

DEPUTY OF HOPE COUNTY ❈ BLUE HAWKINS (for @bigbywlf)

#friend ocs #oc: blue hawkins #bigbywlf #chuckhansen #queennymeria #far cry oc #i made this for jay bc they lazy lol #no it was fun so !!! #anyways i love blue... queen

[protectxthem]

JACOB HAWKINS

Full Name: Jacob Andrew Hawkins

Nicknames | Aliases: Jake, Jakey | Officer Hawkins

Age: Twenty-Eight

Birthday: june 6th, 1958

Gender: Male

Occupation: Deputy Officer

Sexuality: Closeted Bisexual

Species: Human

Skills: Gunslinger, hand-to-hand combat, knife skills

Languages Spoken: English

FAMILY

Maria Hawkins ( mother ;; status unknown )

Jason Hawkins ( father ;; deceased )

Affiliations: Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, El Hopper, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Joyce Byers, Robin Buckley, Max Mayfield

MISC

Zodiac: N/A

Looks: Short-cropped brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Height: 6’0”

Faceclaim: Chris Wood

Hobbies: N/A

Interest: N/A

Fandom(s): Stranger Things, Supernatural, Open to crossovers

BIOGRAPHY/TIMELINE

1800 - Hawkins, Indiana is founded by Josiah Hawkins.

June 6th, 1958 - Jacob Andrew Hawkins is born to Jason and Maria Hawkins.

1966 - Maria leaves Jason, her abusive husband, leaving Jacob alone with him.

1968 - Jacob has enough of his father’s abuse and fights back, resulting in a broken arm, but is saved by Jim Hopper and taken into foster care.

1976 - Jacob graduates from high school after being tossed from foster family to foster family.

1978 - Jacob joins the Hawkins police department.

1980 - Jacob is granted the rank of Deputy Sheriff.

November 7th, 1983 - He joins the search for Will.

November 9th, 1983 - Joins Hopper, Powell, and Callahan in the investigation at Hawkins Laboratory.

1985 - Is taken over by the Mind Flayer but is rescued by Eleven/Jane when she destroys the Mind Flayer.

March 22nd, 1986 - Finds Chrissy’s body and joins in on the hunt for Eddie.

*more will be added later, but here is a quick rundown of him.

#abuse tw #character bio #about; Jacob Hawkins #mention of abuse

[cherrydreamer]

I can’t stop thinking about this, and it might become a little fic/drabble once I get a handle of my WIPs but...

(TW child abuse- some detail of aftermath and injuries. Usual Neil Hargrove is a dick stuff. Kept it under the cut. Teeny bit of swearing. Think that’s it but please tell me if I’ve left anything out) 

S2 Hopper moaning to Joyce about the new kid that just moved into town, some California punk-ass brat who’s already causing so much extra paperwork- speeding tickets, property damage, noise disturbances from him revving his car and blasting out heavy metal at all hours. He’s at every party that Hop or his deputies break up, but he always gets away in time, Hop just catching the tail lights of the Camaro as he drives away. Tells Joyce to be careful, not to let Jonathan get mixed up with that kid. And then Joyce gets it again from the owner of Melvalds, he asks her to keep an eye out for some delinquent kid who’s got ‘shoplifter’ written all over him. He’s not stolen anything yet, hasn’t even been in the store, but Donald knows the type. Maybe she even hears it from some of the moms, hears all about how Billy’s a nice bit of eye candy- all tight jeans and baby blues- but they’re all warning their daughters away from him, telling them cautionary tales. They know what boys like him are after.  So Joyce keeps an eye out, figures out pretty quickly which kid they’re talking about. He’d stand out anywhere and in a small town like Hawkins he’s undeniable. But when he comes in to the shop, Joyce thinks she must have it wrong. He’s polite, remembers his manners, even helps out old Mrs.Rosenberg with a particularly heavy bag. Joyce wonders if there’s two of them, Jekyll and Hyde with mullets.

But then Billy comes to the shop one night, just before closing. She hears him before she sees him, the roar of the engine and the angry music. Understands a little what Hopper means as the brakes screech and he leaves the car practically sideways across three parking spaces. But he’s still polite, if a little withdrawn, grabs a few packs of bandages, some aspirin. Joyce notices the bruise around his eye, the bleeding indent that looks like it’s been left by a ring. And she asks ‘you OK, sweetie?’, the endearment coming out so naturally. And he laughs, harsh and biting, tells her she should see the other guy. Tells her the ‘bitch wasn’t even worth the hassle.’ But when he reaches out to take his change, Joyce notices that his knuckles are unblemished.  So Joyce keeps a closer eye, notices Billy coming in more and more often, always just before closing, usually heralded by an roaring engine and screaming guitars. Always heading straight to the first aid section, always with some story about a guy or a girl or a bar on the wrong side of town, always without a blemish on his hands. And Joyce starts to notice the marks, the scars, the ones that peep out of a sleeve or just edge out of a collar; the familiar pattern of bruises on a wrist or a neck that’s been gripped hard, the little circular burns left by a cigarette, the curling welt left by a belt. The ones left in places not meant to be seen. 

And then there’s one night, one night when she hears the car and the stereo, just as she’s about to turn the sign to closed. So she waits, watches him park up- in between the lines this time- and she waits. Gives him five minutes, then another five, gets up to go and look out the window and she sees him, still sitting in the car- head in his hands, shoulders shaking and fingers grasping so hard at his hair that it’s making her wince.  So Joyce stops watching, stops waiting. Grabs what she needs from the store and goes over the the car, makes plenty of noise locking up and makes sure that Billy can see her coming, makes sure he won’t startle, won’t bolt.  She leans down to Billy’s open window and takes in the sight in front of her- the blue and green and yellowing around Billy’s eye, the blood crusting around his nose, the bright red mark on his cheek and the tears still tracing their way down Billy’s cheeks. Takes in the backpack on the passenger seat, a toothbrush poking out from one of the pockets, takes in the blankets and pillow thrown in the back.  “Hey there sweetie,” Joyce says, voice as warm and gentle and motherly as she can make it, “let’s get you cleaned up.” And she’s making plans, mentally rearranging her furniture to make room for one more; rehearsing the conversation she needs to have with Hopper about a certain house on Cherry Lane.  Because it’s finally time that someone, one of the responsible adults in this town, kept a goddamn eye on Billy Hargrove. 

#billy hargrove #joyce byers #jim hopper #billy deserved better #harringrove #well it will be if I develop if any further #because obviously #that's how i roll #tw: child abuse #tw: swearing #my writing #cherrywrites

[edith-moonshadow]

I Fought The Law

This is what happens when I watch too many murder videos on youtube while trying to finish some Harringrove stories 😳😳😳 It doesn't involve any murder just me thinking what would happen if Billy became a Deputy at Hawkins Police Department and slightly abused that power so that he could get Steve 🤔🤔🤔

So Steve is a little King Steve in this story and Billy has become a deputy with the Hawkins Police Department, he keeps pulling Steve over and giving him speeding tickets and Steve’s dad tells him he needs to learn some responsibility and threatens to take his car away if he gets another ticket. Steve is driving home on a deserted road after having a few drinks at Tommy’s when he sees flashing lights in his rearview mirror. Will he be able to talk his way out of this?

Warnings: Slight Dubious Consent. Semi-Public Sex, Anal Fingering, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Biting, Marking, Manipulation, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Billy Being Billy, Top Billy, Bottom Steve 

He probably should have phoned a taxi or asked someone for a lift as he’d had a few drinks but he decided to take a back road home and drive extra slow. It was the early hours of the morning, the cops were probably all back at the station drinking coffee and watching the clock, nothing ever happened in Hawkins. Then just as he drove past the old abandoned factories he saw the familiar red and blue flashing lights. For a moment he contemplated just driving, it was going to be Billy, he just knew it. His dad’s angry voice from earlier that day flashed through his mind and with a sigh, he pulled over.

He rested his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath when he heard a tapping on his window and opened his eyes to see Billy Hargrove’s smug face. He wound down his window and Billy leaned in closer.

“Out kinda late aren’t you Princess?”

“I’m on my way home.”

“Where were you?”

“How’s that any of your business?”

Billy’s hand came up and tapped against the shiny badge on his chest.

Steve sighed.

“I was at Tommy’s apartment.”

“Drinking?”

An angry pout formed on Steve’s face as Billy’s eyes lit up.

“C’mon man, can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Sorry, Princess if you insist on breaking the law it’s my duty to hold you responsible.”

“C'mon please, I can’t get another ticket my dad will kill me.”

Billy’s smirk got wider.

“Don’t want to disappoint your daddy huh Pretty Boy.”

“Look, can't you just cut me some slack?”

Billy just gave him an intense stare.

“Please…”

“Trying to bribe a cop Princess, think that’s a good idea?”

“Don’t be such an asshole…”

“Ok, Pretty Boy get out of the car.”

Steve sighed heavily, what was the point in even arguing at this point? He undid his seatbelt, opened the door and stepped out of the car. Billy motioned at him to turn around and face the car. Steve glared at him then turned. He felt Billy’s body press up behind him then he gasped slightly when he felt Billy’s hands grip his hips as he manhandled him against the car. Then his hands ran down his sides, across his back, over his hips and ass before sliding up the inside of his thighs. He shivered when he felt Billy’s hot breath against his ear.

“Anything you want to tell me, Princess?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Are you telling me if I did a sobriety test right now you’d pass with flying colours?”

Steve licked his lips.

“Look I had a couple of drinks, ok but I’m fine to drive.”

Billy suddenly grabbed his wrists pulling them behind his back, he then held them tightly in one hand as Steve heard the metal clink of handcuffs.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to have to take you in.”

“Why?”

“Drink driving.”

“Billy please…”

Billy kept his hands held tightly as he crowded back in against Steve’s body, he started to feel a little lightheaded. If he got arrested for drunk driving his dad would probably leave him at the police station and he could kiss his allowance goodbye, he was going to end up stuck doing the most menial job his dad could find for him to do at one of his businesses and he was going to lose his car.

“Unless you can convince me otherwise.”

“Anything, please I can’t get arrested.”

Billy’s other hand ran along his hip giving it a firm squeeze.

“Anything?”

“What do you w-want?”

Billy’s hand slid from his hip around to the bottom of his stomach, he pressed down as he moved closer to Steve, his lips so close that they tickled Steve’s neck.

“You.”

A laugh bubbled up from Steve’s chest.

“What do you really want?”

“That is what I really want, Princess.”

Steve jumped when he felt Billy’s tongue lick slowly behind his ear.

“C’mon Pretty Boy, what have you got to lose?”

He shivered when he felt Billy’s hands start to stroke his hand down lower.

“I…”

Billy turned him around abruptly, slamming him against the car before capturing Steve's lips in a brutal kiss. He tried to resist but when Billy bit down on his lip he felt arousal settle low in his stomach and he started to kiss back. He never would have believed that he’d enjoy kissing Billy but when all that intensity was directed at him it became a little overwhelming. Soon he had wound his arms around Billy’s shoulders pulling him closer moaning when Billy slid his hands down pulling Steve’s body closer to him.

Billy pulled back, kissing his way down Steve’s throat, licking over his pulse point before biting down hard causing Steve to cry out his skin tingling when Billy ran his tongue over the same spot. Billy licked his way back up to Steve’s ear causing him to shiver.

“C’mon Baby...you won’t regret it…”

Steve felt his face flush.

“I...I’ve never uh…”

Billy groaned before pulling him into another desperate kiss.

“I’ll make it so good for you…”

“I don’t know...can I not give you something else?”

Billy pulled him close again, placing kisses over his lips and neck.

“How about a compromise?”

“What?”

“I’ll make you feel good, and you can make me feel good.”

“How?”

Billy bit his lip.

“How about your hand on my dick, you can do that can’t you Sweetheart?”

Steve averted his eyes.

“I don’t know…”

“Sure you can, you touch yourself right, it’s pretty much the same thing.”

“That’s all?”

He glanced back at Billy becoming mesmerised by his intense eyes once more as Billy slowly licked his lips.

“Well, it wouldn’t be fair if you were taking care of me and I didn’t take care of you at least a little right Princess?”

Steve bit his lip as he felt his face heat a little more at the idea of Billy with his hand on his cock slowly stroking him as his eyes burned into him. Could he do this? Did he want to do this? He looked at Billy once more and he felt that little flutter in his stomach and he nodded before he could change his mind. A shark-like grin spread across Billy’s face as he took his hand and pulled him towards his car.

“In your car?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Steve looked up and down the dark road they were on, it was very late at night so it was unlikely but then Steve had thought that he was home free for the same reason and Billy had shown up.

“What if someone drives by?”

“They’ll see you having the time of your life.”

“Billy, I'm serious.”

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, they’ll see my car and drive on by.”

“Or your car will make them more curious.”

Billy just ignored him pulling him over and opening the back of his patrol car pushing Steve inside. He then came in after him manhandling Steve under him and then he pulled him into another desperate kiss. Steve was so caught up in the kiss that he didn’t realise Billy had his wrist in a handcuff until he felt him snap it shut and quickly attach it above his head. He looked at Billy in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just spicing things up a little.”

Steve looked up at him, a pout forming once more and Billy groaned.

“Fuck Princess, I bet that little pout gets you anything you want…”

Billy leaned forward sucking his lower lip into his mouth and bit down hard causing Steve to whimper. He felt Billy’s fingers on the front of his jeans as he deftly undid them before pulling them down sliding down his body so that he could strip Steve from the waist down. His heart started to hammer in his chest as he watched Billy hungrily take in his body. Before Billy stepped back out of the car, he kept his eyes on Steve as he slowly stripped off his deputy uniform. Steve licked his lips as he watched Billy slowly reveal his body to his hungry eyes. He'd seen Billy naked many times when they’d had practice together but this was different.

There was something charged about his actions now, he was striping with intent, it was all for Steve’s benefit, he wanted Steve to look at him, to admire his body. Steve couldn’t help letting his eyes roam over him, he was so much broader than Steve, he was so muscular, he had never seen anyone who looked like Billy up close, like this. His eyes slid a little lower and widened when he took in Billy’s thick hard cock, outside of his own Steve had never seen another cock hard, especially one that he was going to touch, he felt a little intimidated. Billy pulled something from his pocket then slid back on top of Steve, he shuddered when he felt Billy’s hot skin rub against his.

Billy pushed his knees in between Steve’s legs spreading them wide before he slid his naked cock against Steve’s.

“Uhhhh…”

“Feel good, Baby?”

He heard a bottle snap open and looked up at Billy to see him pouring something onto his fingers.

“What’s that?”

“Something that’ll make everything feel better.”

Billy then brought his hand down and took Steve’s hardening cock in his hand, he tightened his grip and started to stroke. Steve’s body locked up as pleasure coursed through him and Billy leaned down to kiss across his face down towards his neck. He started to feel warm all over, whimpering at Billy’s ministrations.

“Fuck...Billy…”

He felt Billy’s hand on his left thigh pushing it further apart putting him fully on display when he felt Billy’s slippery fingers slide down and press up against his hole. He tensed.

“Wait...what…”

“Shhh, it’s ok Princess this is gonna feel real good trust me…”

Billy increased the speed of the hand on his cock and Steve writhed under him when he felt pressure at his hole before Billy pushed and the tip slowly slipped in. Steve groaned at the fullness he felt as Billy pushed his finger in.

“Fuck you’re so tight...tell me how it feels…”

“I dunno...”

Billy slowly moved the finger in and out while Steve adjusted to the stretch.

“That’s it Pretty Boy, just relax, it'll feel real good in a minute…”

Soon Billy pulled his finger out then slowly pushed in two, it felt so much bigger and Steve moaned as Billy pulled him into a kiss to distract him. He felt so overwhelmed, he wasn’t too sure if he liked what Billy was doing, it felt kind of good but also a little uncomfortable too so he poured all his desperation into the kiss. Then Billy brushed against something inside that made Steve whine into his mouth as pleasure shot up his spine making his body break out on gooseflesh.

“There Princess? Is that it?”

He pressed against that spot again as Steve’s thighs shook and his hole fluttered around Billy’s fingers and Steve felt light-headed. Billy pulled him into another kiss then he groaned against his mouth.

“Touch me.”

Steve brought down his free hand and with trembling fingers wrapped his hand around Billy’s hard cock. Billy licked his way down towards Steve’s throat, groaning into his skin as he left a trail of stinging bites across his skin heightening Steve’s pleasure.

“That’s right Baby, just like that...fuck that’s so good…”

Steve could feel his orgasm fast approaching as Billy continued to stroke over his cock and pressed up against that spot on the inside. He felt so hot, his body locking up as his mind became hazy with pleasure.

“Billy...Billy…”

Billy suddenly stopped and Steve whined low in his throat. Billy licked his way to his ear.

“Princess...I want you to feel so good…will you let me…”

“I don’t understand…”

“My fingers feel real good don’t they, Baby?”

Billy pushed his fingers against the spot again and Steve whimpered.

“Y-yes…”

“I’ve something that’ll feel even better…”

“Uhhh…”

“C'mon Princess...just let me push it in a little...I won’t put the whole thing in now...we can try that later...it’ll feel so good…”

Billy pulled his fingers from Steve’s body then wrapped them around Steve’s hand on his cock applying a little pressure to encourage Steve to bring Billy’s cock up towards his hole. He bit down on his lip hard and started moving Billy’s cock towards his hole while Billy pulled his hand away so that he could manhandle Steve into a better position. With a little manoeuvring, Steve finally pressed the head of Billy’s cock up against his hole. Billy produced the bottle once more pouring a little onto the head of his cock. It felt cool against his skin.

“That’s it Sweetheart...just a little push…”

Steve took a better grip of Billy’s cock and started to push, he encountered a little resistance and then with a deep breath the head popped inside, Billy groaned lowly then leaned down biting into Steve’s lip. Then Billy started to move his hand on Steve’s cock again while his hole fluttered around the head of his cock as Billy started to kiss him desperately again. Then he kissed back down to his throat, licking over the indents left by his teeth. Billy tried to push in a little further but Steve held him back so he increased the pressure and speed of his hand until Steve felt his body squeezing down on Billy’s cock before he finally came in his hand. Billy bit into his neck as his cock throbbed inside Steve as he flooded him with come.

As Steve slowly came down from his high, he felt his body start to cramp, his legs were spread too wide and one of his hands was still handcuffed above his head. Billy was still licking over his skin so he shrugged his shoulder to try and dislodge him.

“Can you unhandcuff me now?”

“I dunno Princess are you going to be a good boy now?”

Billy stroked his hand up Steve’s thigh slowly pushing two fingers back into his over sensitive hole. Steve shivered as it made little shocks shoot under his skin.

“How does it feel to be full of my come Pretty Boy?”

Steve groaned softly as he felt his cock give a feeble twitch.

“Are you going to be good now Baby or am I gonna have to keep you in line?”

Billy slowly pushed his fingers in his come slicking the way, pressing against the spot inside making Steve grit his teeth at the slightly painful pleasure. Billy placed lingering kisses on his neck.

“You’ve been such a bad boy Sweetheart...you’ve been so spoiled thinking you can just do whatever you want…”

Steve moaned softly.

“Don’t worry though Princess I know how to keep you in line…”

#harringrove #top billy hargrove #bottom steve harrington #my writing #fic #minors dni #i fought the law #cop Billy #king Steve

[pkg4mumtown]

Welcome to Hawkins PD (Ch. 1)

AN: Finally got far enough along in writing to post the beginning. First Hopper fic so...yea...let me know what you think so far.

Warnings: smoking, cursing, y’know normal Hopper stuff, Female Reader

Summary: You’re a new officer being assigned to Hawkins without being warned of the attractive but grumpy Chief.

Title: The New Kid

Chapter 1 of ?

Chief Hopper slammed the door of his Blazer shut, squinting at brightness of the sun he had underestimated. He set his wide-brimmed hat firmly on his head and slid aviators on his face, all while never dropping the lit cigarette hanging from his lips. He strode over to a white-haired, stocky man who stood just inside the open gates of the Indiana Law Enforcement Academy. The older man gave Hopper a pointed look as he strode through the parking lot.

“C'mon, Hop, no squares on academy grounds,” the man sighed. He wore a tan uniform and wide brimmed drill instructor cover on his head, like the other instructors at the academy

Hopper grimaced around the cigarette, pulling it from his lips and flicking it off to the side, “I’ll pick it up when I leave, Cap.”

The white-haired man shook his head and laughed softly, leading Hopper inside the confines of the academy, “Haven’t been a Captain in years.”

“Bridge, you’ll always be ‘Captain’ to me,” Hopper slapped Bridge on the back. “What do they have you doin’ now?”

“Basic Training Commander,” Bridge winked and tipped his hat.

“Look at you,” Hopper chuckled and shoved Bridge’s shoulder.

They walked in silence for a minute before Hopper finally spoke up, “So, why’d you call me here? I’m betting it wasn’t just to catch up,” Hopper looked over at the shorter man, who sighed.

“Hop…” Bridge started, “…the director, deputy director, and myself have decided to attach another officer to your station.”

Hopper stopped walking all together, giving the man an incredulous glare, “Excuse me?”

“Look, after the lab and Byers fiasco, you’re lucky we're not adding ten times that. It was a shit show and the media were hounding us as to why Hawkins has only six officers, three of which never seem to leave the office,” Bridge stressed. “We had the Roane County Sheriff’s patrolling the town for you and your boys, just to keep the citizens at bay, while you were doing fuck knows what, Jim.”

“While I was fixing the problem,” Hopper growled. “You have no idea what was going on!”

“Why don’t you enlighten me?” Bridge challenged with raised eyebrows.

Hopper ignored him and kept walking with no direction, “And anyway, the lab is empty now.”

“The ratio is still six to thirty thousand people, man. Detroit's ratio is one to four hundred.”

“Detroit is also the ‘Murder Capital’, is it not?” Hopper huffed. “Why’d you call me here, then? You could have told me this over the phone, so I could at least throw something after I hung up on you!” he raised his voice slightly, itching to pull out another cigarette.

Bridge smirked and tilted his head up, indicating Jim to follow him. The sound of gunfire grew louder with every step, telling Hopper that they were heading to the range.

“Thought you might want to check out who we’re assigning to you,” Bridge said as they finally came to a stop.

Below them stood about twenty recruits in unmarked tan uniforms with black ties, which would change according to their departments after they graduated.

“That one,” Bridge pointed to the recruit on the far left, a moderately tall woman with her hair pulled back into a bun. With her strong shoulders and stern expression, she definitely looked like she could hold her own amongst the males in the class.

Hopper tilted his glasses down and scrunched his nose at the brightness, “The girl?”

“Jesus Christ, Hop,” Bridge sighed.

“It was a question!” Hopper retorted back, huffing at Bridge's insinuation.

Bridge rolled his eyes and nodded, “Yea, the female recruit.”

At that moment, one of the drill instructors shouted a nearly indistinct command. It was unintelligible to Hopper’s ears, yet all the recruits responded immediately by clutching their right hands to their chests. Hopper watched, intrigued, as they fired the last of their rounds single handedly. His gaze swept over all the recruits and their targets before focusing back on the female as she shoved the barrel of the revolver between her duty belt and her trousers. Hopper’s expression turned impressed as he peeked over his sunglasses while she flicked open a pouch, retrieved a speed loader, and reloaded before shooting again.

“When did you guys start grading one-armed reloads?” Hopper wondered.

“When we finally got speed loaders that weren’t shit,” Bridge chuckled and shrugged. “Better to make it mandatory so they don’t fumble later.”

Hopper stuck around for a while, to make his trip worthwhile. He watched from a shaded area with Bridge as they started a defensive tactics lesson, always keeping his eye on the girl. He eyed her and a male recruit curiously as they circled one another in a scrimmage. The male was aggressive and lunging in order for her to practice a specific maneuver, which she did fairly well after deflecting some of his hits. The ferocity in which she fought back made Hopper curse under his breath in admiration.

“So, what d'ya think, Hop?”

“Why her?”

Bridge groaned, “Hop…I thought you were better than this!”

“Better than what? I’m just asking why her specifically!” he raised his voice in irritation.

“Because she’s a woman?” Bridge retorted and raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, man, because she actually has skill. Like the Sheriff’s or Trooper material, not for some boring town like Hawkins. I’m just…” Hopper sighed, “I don’t know, it feels like a waste of resources plus she'd be bored off her ass.”

“We don’t decide their departments, Hop, she chose local police over Staties,” Bridge pursed his lips and chuckled to himself.

“What?”

“Maybe she’ll kick your boys into gear. Lord knows, your station could use some energy.”

Hopper just rolled his eyes as the dig.

“Her station request, though, was anywhere but her hometown and we were already planning to add another officer to your station anyway,” Bridge revealed.

“Hmm,” Hopper grunted, “bad family relationship?

“Probably a question for her, not me.”

-

I shrugged on my heavy, oversized, black duffle bag and picked up my equally oversized briefcase before leaving my sleeping quarters for the last time. With my free hand, I pushed my aviators, a graduation gift from my best friend, up the bridge of my nose. Said friend had already departed the premises after the graduation since it was a bit of a drive back to our hometown.

The academy grounds were a sea of uniforms from local police to Sheriff’s deputies to Staties, with various shades of blue and tan. My uniform, however, was the only blue one with a “Hawkins Police Dept.” patch. I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or excited when I found out, since the town had a reputation of being quiet, save for the couple occurrences over the last two years.

I made my way back near the front of the Academy, pushing through the sea of people still lingering while they congratulated the new officers. I peered over people’s shoulders, looking for the exit and finally seeing the open gate. I spied the bus stop just beyond it and stepped into the parking lot, only to be stopped when I heard my name called.

“Y/L/N!”

I snapped my head to the left, seeing Commander Bridge leaning against a Blazer with another tall officer. He waved me over with his hand and said something to the officer. I glanced at the side of the Blazer, my eyes widening when I saw “Chief” in bold print followed by “Hawkins Police Dept.” Not an officer, then.

I stood straighter as I approached my new boss. His all tan uniform was almost form fitting his large frame, while a wide-brimmed hat adorned his head. As I approached, he took his sunglasses off and hung them on his shirt, revealing impossibly bright blue eyes. I let my eyes trail up his form, lingering on his lips pulling in as he took a drag from the cigarette in his mouth.

“Officer Y/L/N, this is your new boss,” Bridge motioned with a wave of his hand.

“Chief Hopper,” the man stuck his hand out. I couldn’t help but rake my eyes over the dark blonde beard adorning his cheeks and framing his lips.

I quickly dropped my briefcase to the ground and stuck my hand out as well, “Officer Y/L/N, sir.”

“Yea,” Hopper chuckled and pointed his thumb at Bridge, “he said that. You can tone it down. Relax, you graduated.”

“Sorry, sir,” I apologized for no reason and paused. “Why are you here?”

“Bridge told me you dormed. Figured you might need a ride into town,” Hopper shrugged.

“Oh, well, you didn’t have to do that. I can take the bus, sir,” I gulped. An hour drive with my new, very attractive, boss? No, thanks.

“Well, I’m already here,” Hopper grunted out a sigh and grabbed my briefcase off the floor.

“Sir, no, I can—” I tried to stop him.

“For the love of God, Y/L/N, take a load off,” Hopper responded, almost annoyed with my behavior. He circled around to the back of the Blazer, “Any family you still have to say ‘bye’ to?”

“No, they didn’t quite approve of my career choice,” I murmured.

Hopper simply grunted as he opened the back hatch of the Blazer and tossed the briefcase not-so-gently in the bed. I shrugged my bag off and did the same, nearly jumping when he slammed it shut.

I turned back to Commander Bridge, offering him a smile and shaking his hand, “Thank you for everything, sir.”

Bridge laughed lowly and shook his head, reciprocating the handshake before slapping my shoulder, “Good luck, kid.”

I nodded and jumped into the passenger side of the Blazer, seeing the two men exchange goodbyes like old pals in the passenger mirror. I shook my leg nervously as the Chief rounded the Blazer and jumped in with a heavy sigh.

An hour drive and I’d already managed to annoy the shit out of him before the trip even started. Great.

Chapter 2

#jim hopper fanfiction #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #chief hopper x reader #chief hopper x you #chief hopper fanfiction #david harbour fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #Female reader

[dreams-of-valeria]

F2 and S4??? Thank u thank u 💕💕

The Super Sweater

F2: Hopper wearing a hideous sweater/mittens/scarf knit by reader to work

S4: Blockbuster and chill

Pairing: Jim Hopper x female reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, fingering, risky intercourse, language.

A/N: Merry Christmas to you anon! Hope you like this and are having a great day!

P.S. Felt kinda dirty writing this so any feedback is appreciated.

Word count: 3,397

“Hey Callahan, think fast!”

“Wha--”

Callahan got his answer soon enough, when a flying pine wreath decked him in the face and knocked him off the chair he was using to hang up the Christmas decorations.

“I guess you can't,” mumbled Powell through an amused smirk, as he offered his arm to his fallen comrade. Callahan slapped it away and got to his feet himself, albeit wobbly.

“It's not funny, Calvin. I could've broken my arm,” he whined, brushing the pine needles off his sky blue shirt, and correcting his Santa hat.

“Ah, lighten up, Phil! It's just a little holiday humor,” Powell teased as he picked the wreath off the floor and hung it on the nail. Callahan seemed to have an opinion about that, as he mumbled away incoherently.

“You boys be careful before you break something,” huffed Flo, who was in charge of decorating the Christmas tree in the station, and sighed everytime Powell cracked a crude joke or Callahan fell for his pranks. Again.

“You got it mom,” Callahan rolled his eyes and chuckled pointedly, hoping to earn a humorous hurrah from his older coworker, but only got stared at instead.

They were both glad when the swing door creaked open, as a route to escape the awkwardness, but also because of an added bonus.

Hawkins PD froze in its place and stared slack jawed at the latest addition to the room, their boss no less, adorned in a hideous red sweater.

If his Aviators ever looked out of place, it was in that moment, and it was evident from the Chief's face that he thought the same.

“Wow,” Callahan commented, eyes raking up and down Hopper, struggling with how to address his newest wardrobe malfunction. The last time it had been a vibrant Hawaiian shirt that he seemed to wear all summer, and Callahan thought he would never be able to top that.

But he had. Literally.

“I said it before, and I'll say it again: that's a lot of color for you, Chief.” Powell sighed, hands on his hips as he shook his head in disappointment. Hopper frowned and ran a palm across his sweater, to double check if they were seeing the same thing he was.

“Y/N made it for me,” he said in weak defence, before clearing his throat. He didn't have to explain himself to his deputies.

“I think you look nice,” Flo commented, and Hopper turned to her, glad for the positive spin on it.

“She says it's to protect my lungs since she can't stop me smoking. Called it a super sweater.” he shrugged and lit a cigarette, as Flo shook her head at him in derision.

If Hopper were being honest, he did feel funny leaving the house like that, but he would do anything to watch you smile. Especially when you promised he would rewarded for keeping it on all day.

“Hey, Chief remember when we all said you and Y/N wouldn't last more than a week?” Callahan feigned speculation.

“Who said that?” Hopper demanded, not recollecting discussing his personal life at work. Although, the two of were the talk of the town, out of no fault but your own. That's what you got for making out in his Blazer on the side of the road.

“I think this is her way of saying she wants to break up.”

Powell erupted into laughter, and Callahan felt pride like never before. Powell had never laughed that hard at his jokes before, and he never imagined it would be at the Chief's expense. But thankfully, he was in a good mood ever since he started dating you and he hoped he would brush this off.

“You done?” Hopper taunted as he took a step forward with his hands on his hips, the smoke swirling around him. But the sweater, the hat and the sunglasses together didn't make him look the usual amount of intimidating. Which was what gave Callahan the leeway to fire off his next response.

“Did you steal that from Bill Cosby?”

Powell spluttered laughter, leaning forward to slap his knees. “Who stole it from Martha Stewart?” he managed and the officers collapsed into a bundle of giggles, clutching their bellies as their eyes closed, and Hopper watched with a deathly calm.

“You're funny guys, huh?” he forced a chuckle, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Here's a joke for you: You're all pulling night shifts for the next 2 weeks.”

Their smiles died immediately, as they gauged the Chief's reaction, finally deciding that it wasn't in fact a joke. He left each of them with a glare before heading for his office. None of this would have happened if you weren't soft with him in front of his subordinates.

“Sensitive today, huh?” Callahan smirked and grabbed the rest of the decorations.

“Don't blame him. It's the sweater,” Powell gagged, and Callahan joined his barrel of laughs, until Hopper's voice boomed down the hallway.

“3 weeks!”

“Dr. Moore's office, this is Y/N. How can I help you?” You chirped into the receiver, brushing the crumbs of a muffin off your desk. Given how you were provided with a very small desk, you liked to keep it clean.

Dr. Moore often said you were the face of his clinic. Before he stared at your tits. He thought you didn't notice, but you did. Everytime. It didn't bother you as long as he didn't act on his impulses.

Your stomach clenched imagining if Hopper ever caught wind of that. He would absolutely demolish the man and his freakishly small hands. And then you would be out of a job. Again.

Hawkins had been a blessing on both your wallet and your sense of peace, after years of trying to get ahead in the world. You'd always known you were the type to take it slow and pull an early retirement, which seemed like a reality in Hawkins, and Hopper just happened to be the cherry on top.

It was fatal attraction the moment you saw each other drunk in a bar that night, and after spending several more in his bed, you had finally decided to start dating. People in town had all kinds of things to say behind your backs, but you had never cared about what people thought of you. If you had, you wouldn't be a college graduate working as a secretary at a pervert's medical clinic. Laziness had a price.

“Hello?” You spoke into the receiver when no one answered. You could hear them breathing, before a crisp baritone you knew all too well said,

“I wish I was buried deep inside you right now.”

You straightened up in your seat and glanced around the empty waiting room.

“What are you gonna do to me then, big boy?” You rasped, and heard shuffling and a door close.

“I'd make you cum and watch your eyes roll back.”

You moaned, twirling the phone cord around your fingers.“You're always so sexy with your words, Phil.”

You heard a deep sigh and burst into laughter.

“It's not funny, Y/n,” Hopper sighed again, and you could picture him rubbing his eyes.

“Come on baby, it's a little funny.” You insisted and leaned back in your chair, and pictured your boyfriend amusedly shaking his head at you.

“So what's up? Did everyone like the sweater?”

“I'd say it got . . . mixed reviews.”

This came as a surprise to you.

You had knit him an incredibly neat super sweater out of wool and all your love that would keep him warm and embrace the Christmas spirit at the same time and it got mixed reviews? Were people blind or something?

“You didn't take it off, did you?”

“No ma'am, I wouldn't dare.” Hopper chuckled.

“Good, because you look so adorable in it! Even El thought so!” You squealed, hugging the receiver like it were him.

“I wish you could send me a picture over the phone.”

“That'll never happen, Y/n--Anyway, you got the video?”

“I'll pick it up on my way to your place. I think it's adorable you're excited for the movie.”

“Honey, stop calling me that.”

“Okay, big boy.” You chuckled.

“Or that,” Hopper grumbled, which made you chuckle again.

“Alright then, 'Chief'. There, you happy?”

“I love it when you call me that,” Hopper purred, which made you roll your eyes.

“See you soon, Hop.”

“See you, baby.”

“Hop, I'm telling you!” You insisted, glancing back and forth between the TV screen and him sitting on your left on the couch. “The resemblance is uncanny!”

He chuckled shyly and shook his head, fiddling with the edge of the blanket draped over the two of you.

“Don't believe me? Look--” you said and grabbed his hat off the table in front of you and threw it on his head. “The hat, the stubble . . .” you grinned, watching his smile grow. Hopper often felt like he wasn't attractive enough for you, and renting Raiders of the Lost Ark had been your idea to redeem his confidence. And have him fuck you into the mattress. When that man gave it, he gave it good.

You shook off your thoughts and focused on what he was saying instead.

It was the day before Christmas Eve, and the two of you were having a quiet movie night indoors while El was at Mike's. Hopper wasn't too thrilled about her sleeping over at his house, but you had convinced him saying all the kids were there and that you two could get some alone time.

There had been several foiled opportunities to do things to each other the past week, because Hopper's cabin had become the new hang out spot for the kids, which a very cooped up El was thrilled about, so this sleepover had come at a great time for all of you.

“You think I look like Indiana Jones?”

You bit your lip and crawled over to him at the other end of the couch, finding your chance. “I think you look better than Indiana Jones.”

“Yeah?” Hopper whispered, his eyes glancing at your lips.

“Yeah,” you repeated, leaning in for a kiss. You could feel the electrifying heat coming off him as you got closer, remembering his words from earlier that day. More than anything, you wanted him to make you cum.

The door swung open behind you, bringing forth El and blast of cold air, leaving you to retreat to your end of the couch.

“Everything ok, kid?” Hopper asked, leaning forward to get to his feet if needed. Their relationship never failed to warm your heart.

“It was just Mike at the sleepover. You said to come home if it's just us,” El replied innocently, looking at you.

“Thank you for listening baby,” you smiled and blew her a kiss and she grinned, approaching you.

“What are you watching?”

“Raiders of the lost ark,” replied Hopper as he paused the movie.

“It's a good one,” El grinned again, revealing her flexed canine.

“When did you watch it?” Hopper frowned.

“Steve snuck us into the movie theater at the mall,” she shrugged, and a big yawn came on, at which you declared it was bed time and Hopper ushered her in, proceeding to tuck the adorable little tween into bed.

“I swear to God, I'm gonna kill Harrington,” Hopper grit his teeth, crushing the can of beer in his hand.

“If you restrict her, she'll only run farther Hop,” you said, playing the movie again. “It's healthy for her to learn some things on her own.”

“Maybe I should just kill Mike.” He didn't seem like he was listening to you. You shook your head at him and inched closer, laying your hand across his belly.

“You wanna pick up where we left off?”

“You really want El walking in on us? Like the car thing all over again?”

“She's out cold by now trust me,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Still risky.”

“Come on, baby girl . . .” he whispered into your ear, lightly kissing your jaw. Tingles flew down your back, then went straight to your nipples and core. “Live a little.”

“You're missing the best part,” you cleared your throat, motioning to the TV. You'd never seen the movie before, but that stunt he pulled had you seeing stars.

Of course you would love to have your way with him, but if the Blazer incident taught you anything, it was that you were very loud.

Hopper sighed and straightened up, laying his hand on your bare thigh. You were dressed only in your panties under the blanket, hoping it would work in your favor that night. You almost thought of suggesting banging a quick one out in his car again, maybe terrify the local fauna, but then his innocent hand creeped its way to your inner thigh.

It was a subtle motion, but heat flashes shot up between your legs. You flinched slightly but said nothing.

You thought you saw him smile from the corner of your eyes.

Thinking nothing of it, you focussed on the movie again, watching the monkey sat on the heroine's shoulders.

And then it moved again.

Slowly, seductively, Hopper's hand moved up to your belly, and he rest his wrist just under your belly button, fingers dangling and wild. You unconsciously parted your legs as he traced the pad of a single finger down between your legs, at the seams of your lips. You swallowed loudly, earning his deep, rumbling chuckled.

Hopper repeated the motion over again over again, and you could feel yourself getting slicker by the second.

He pressed down harder and paced up rubbing his finger between your folds, and your hips began grinding into the couch of their own accord, throat as dry as your panties a minute ago.

You couldn't help a small moan at his mind blowing fingering, when Hopper shushed you immediately. “Not a sound,” he warned, moving closer and positioning his lips by your ear.

“I know you like this,” he whispered, kissing your ear shell, punctuating his words with more pecks. “I know you like me fingering your pussy . . . Making you wet all for me . . . But you cannot make a single sound . . . Is that clear, princess?”

The stars had returned and it took you a moment to get your bearings. “Y-yes.”

He smiled and pushed down suddenly, finding your clit with ease. Your back arched and you bit your lip, letting out a strained groan as the sensation coursed through you.

“You like that, baby? You like it when I touch your little clit?”

You nodded, still grinding into the couch, fearful of leaving your lips free.

“You want me to make you cum with my fingers?”

“Please,” you managed, tilting your head back as your eyes rolled. Your hips rose, seeking more friction from his fingers, and Hopper rubbed your clit faster and harder, and you felt a sheen of sweat developing on your skin already. With one final mighty push, your apex exploded, and like fireworks, reached every nook and cranny of your body and burned it.

You gasped as you recuperated from your absolute high, and took your time before looking at Hopper. He simply took his fingers back, and as he locked eyes with you, licked them clean of your slickness. You watched with your jaw dropped as the stars returned, but before your could say anything, Hopper smiled and said, “Now let's watch the movie.”

The next few minutes were agony.

Your brain was pitted against two extremes. Of keeping your and staying strong or just ripping off your clothes and getting to it. Thankfully, your Id knew it's priorities.

Glancing over the backrest at El's door, you fashioned your fingers into a stick figure, and walked your hand up Hopper's thigh and straight to his cock.

His crotch was bulged already, and you couldn't figure out how he could just sit there with half an erection and not touch you.

You looked at him as you moved to palm him through his jeans, and the next second was a blur.

You felt a strong tug on your arm yanking you to him, and in then suddenly, you were straddling him. You were given only a second of comprehension, before his lips attacked yours.

You let out another small moan when his tongue dipped into your mouth, but also when you heard the zipper.

“You have to be quiet baby,” Hopper breathed, before moulding your lips with his again, driving you near crazy with his tongue. You lifted off him when he pulled himself out of his pants, and you panted at the sight of his cock, tall and proud in the open air.

“You want it?” He asked, despite you falling on your back and getting rid of your panties already. You threw another cautionary look at El's door before mounting yourself back on top of him.

“That's it princess, take your throne,” Hopper growled when his tip entered you, and you sat all the way down in a painfully slow pace.

Your head titled back when you could feel him all the way inside, deep and big. You loved how your body made way for him and accepted his member as your own.

“Move,” Hopper pleaded, his fingers clamping around your hips as deep growls came from his throat, but not out. He helped you get started off, making your hips sheath and unsheath his cock slowly at first, before he paced up, raising his hips when you came down.

You cursed through a clamped mouth and gripped his shoulders as you bounced, the delicious sound of damp flesh smacking together getting you going. You felt the burn between your legs as he brought up electrifying sensations within you, and you couldn't wait for your big finish. You had always loved riding Hopper, because he just felt deeper this way, and you got to control it.

You rolled your hips clockwise for a while, making your clit rub against his bone. And it seemed like it was getting Hopper going too.

“Let me see your tits baby,” he pleaded and you threw your tee and bra immediately, clutching Hopper's large calloused hands as they felt you up.

“So beautiful,” he commented, as you moved up and down again, and your hard nipples rubbed against his rough palms, giving you more stimulation than you could handle, and you let out a moan.

Hopper's hand instantly clamped around your mouth, the other teasing your nipple. “I said be quiet,” he whispered, glancing once at the door himself. You knew you would both have time to duck before the door opened, but it was still dangerous.

You moaned into his hand now, as his free fingers reached down to finger your clit again.

“You wanna cum around my cock darlin?”

You nodded furiously, pressing your hand over his between your legs to keep him there. Hopper groaned as he fingered you harder, and you saw his eyes start to roll too.

“Do that thing you do,” he whispered, raising his hips higher.

At once, you began clenching your walls around him rhythmically as he fucked you, and it was his undoing.

With a final grunt and thrust, Hopper unloaded himself inside you, hot slickness coating your insides as you followed, writhing on top of him as your rode out your orgasm.

You could barely catch your breath and smile at him, when the door creaked open and you fell back onto the couch.

Hopper scrambled to cover the blanket over himself, and you grabbed the closest fabric you could find and threw it on.

“Hey, kid.” Hopper nodded casually, arm laid across the top of the backrest as you hid from her, too ashamed. As far as you were concerned, she was your baby.

“Where's Y/n?” she asked, pouring herself a glass of water.

“She's asleep so let's keep it quiet, huh?”

You heard small footsteps retreat into the bedroom and a door close, and finally let out the breath you were holding. Hopper looked down at you cowering in his lap, clutching the red sweater you knit around your chest.

He chuckled, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

“I guess you're right,” he chuckled again as you sat up. “It is a super sweater. Because it just saved our asses.”

J.

#jim hopper imagine #hopper x reader #chief hopper x reader #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper #hopper smut #hopper thirst #hopper x you #jim hopper smut #jim hopper thirst #hopper fanfic #david harbour #stranger things #el hopper #chief hopper smut #smut #christmas writing prompts #christmas

[bigbywlf]

Tristan Blackwater - Uncharted || Ivy Morozova - Dishonored

Adria Leon - Dishonored || Blue Hawkins - Far Cry 5

Fox Marchand- D: BH || Valen Redbear - CP2077

I was tagged by @jacobseed to use this dollmaker it was a bit hard to make a few of my ocs on it but overall i think they came out good :))

idk who to tag so if you wanna do it say i tagged you!

#i wanted to make kaiya but there's no purple hair 😔 #oc: tristan blackwater #oc: ivy morozova #oc: adria leon #deputy blue hawkins #oc: fox marchand #oc: valen redbear

[teamhawkeye]

Deputy Blue Hawkins for @bigbywlf

(I hope you like it, Jay! ❤️ thank you for being such a kind soul and a friend!)

#Deputy Hawkins #teamhawkeye draws #teamhawkeye's art #i've been experimenting a little with my inking and coloring so i hope it's paying off some

[farcry5ocs]

[Face Claim: Julia Jones]

Full name: Blue Hawkins

Age: 28

Gender: Female 

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Relationship: Staci Pratt

Occupation: Junior Deputy

Game: Far Cry 5

A short description about your OC: Born in Rome, New York and Raised in Lander, Wyoming by her grandfather, Blue wanted a change in career from being a ranch hand on her grandfather’s property. She left Wyoming and took the junior deputy position in Hope County planning to live closer to her younger cousin Wheaty. Blue had only been in the department for 4 months before the conflict against Edens Gate broke out vaulting her from rookie deputy to resistence hero.

Created by: @bigbywlf | OC Page | Character Tag

#OCs #20s #Female #BI #OC × Staci #Deputy OC #FC5 #submission

[zevlor]

not to be like that, but i wrote a little fic for @bigbywlf and their beautiful dep  who i love bc I’ve been replaying fc5 and was f e e l i n g it. so here we go it’s not long but I thought I’d share...

pairing: Blue Hawkins (deputy)/Staci Pratt warnings: none ---------------

Operation: Rescue Staci Pratt had commenced with the death of Jacob Seed. She knew he was in the bunker, she knew Jacob had locked him in a room, but she hadn’t a clue where exactly, and upon entering the bunker, it only seemed that much harder. 

There were many turns and corridors and screaming men standing in her way. However, with the echoing booming of gunfire and ringing of bullets bouncing off the metal walls, Blue was more determined than ever now. 

Finding him was easier than she thought, in the end. However, seeing him in that chair, questioning her if she were real, it all hurt. She reassured him that she was in fact real, held him up as he stumbled on his feet, and then stood back and watched as he smashed the machines and shot up the place. 

While this may have been therapeutic for him, it was time to leave or all of this would have been for nothing. 

Navigating through Jacob’s bunker as the ground shook as if the earth was going to open up and swallow it whole, was something no man should ever go through. Especially not after having been tortured and left to die. Definitely not while having to fight his way out if he ever wanted to see what freedom was like. 

Staci was holding it together well enough, although she could see the rickety roller coaster of emotions he was currently riding on. The man was a fucking fragile ticking time bomb, counting down the speeding seconds until he would explode. She wasn’t so sure she was prepared for that to happen. 

“Blue, this way.” Staci grabbed her hand, pulling her around the corner and down another stretch of bunker hallway. 

Blue followed him closely, on guard for more peggies that were surely bound to show up and try and stop them. She worried for Pratt, but right now, they had to work as a team if they wanted to make it out alive. 

Everything felt like a blur, as explosions set off, crumbling the walls of the bunker and fire erupted around them. Blue led Staci along behind her, racing towards the open bunker door she knew was waiting for them up the stairs, where she could see the night sky, the arriving trucks of the resistance, the freedom from this stifling hellhole. 

Staci was quiet when they made it out, when the noises stopped and the fire burned behind them. He didn’t move as he watched the damn thing rage on, flames beckoning from the entrance to the bunker, like it was calling him back. When she had touched his arm, that’s when he turned towards her. 

“You came back.” He whispered as he stared, as if their grand escape hadn’t happened. Like it had all been a dream. But, she was standing here, holding his arm to steady him. He moved forward, wrapping his arms around her torso, hands holding her side firmly, and burying his face into her neck. “I didn’t think you’d come back.” 

Blue smiles as she runs her fingers through his messy hair. “Of course I did. Who the hell do you think I am?” She grows quiet, rubbing gentle and slow circles into his back, closing her eyes as she takes a breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” 

Staci didn’t respond, but he only held on tighter, crying quietly into her jacket. She gets him to his feet and waves off anyone that had come over to check on them. Pratt sobers up quickly, taking a deep breath and Blue holds onto his hand, just as he had inside the bunker during their escape. 

“Where are we going?” He questions softly, his brows furrowed and eyes constantly looking over his shoulder. 

Blue frowns, squeezing his hand and walking out to the road in search of a car. She might have to take one of the Militia’s. “For now, we’ll go back to the Wolf’s Den. It’s the safest place for you right now.” 

She yells to a resistance member that she needs their truck and although they didn’t seem too enthused by the idea, they agreed. Blue tugs him to the passenger side and pulls the door open, waiting for him to get in. He only stands there, sighing softly. Before she can say anything, he climbs up and carefully closes the door.

Blue walks around to the drivers side and pulls herself up and into the seat, turning the keys quickly and trying to ignore the rumbling of the engine that was overwhelming to her ears. “Where will you go?” Staci asks suddenly, not looking at her, but at the dashboard in front of him. 

He knew she wouldn’t stay at the Den with him. He knew that she had other matters to attend to than his own. She sits back, watching him carefully. “I have to end this, Staci. I have to help the others. Joseph hurt the people I care about, so I’m going to hurt him in return.” 

“And then?” 

It’s quiet between them as she processes that question. She never really thought about it before. “And then we go home.” 

#userbigby #surprise motherf*cker i finished it!!! #i... love them and fuck i'm already thinking of another fic for you jay... #oc: blue hawkins #otp: blue x staci #fic* #ok gn i need to go to sleep got work tomorrow #i hope i got her right for the most part this is nerve wrecking for me ofihaigha

[skipscabin]

Come What May

Character: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count:1986

Rating: Fluff, with a dash of angst

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy 

Summary: Tensions are running high at the station, it isn’t easy being married and working to the Hawkins Chief of Police. When you get a feeling, however, there's only one person you can tell.

AN: This is un beta’d and written in the early hours of the morning. Also, my first time writing for Jim, so I'm hoping all is well! 

Your stomach turned, seeming to sway back and forth as you remained still at your desk. You never knew your organ was such an acrobat. You set down the pen you held in your hand pushed your chair away from your desk, looking out to the changing fall leaves on the trees through the station windows. There was a big hubbub at the high school with a few teenagers earlier in the week and you had been tasked with writing the incident report. You knew you had to get this done today and had to send a copy to the school officials for their own disciplinary purposes. For the past several days, however, that was the last thing on your mind. 

When it came to your “lady days”, you were spot on. The third Sunday of every month, boom. The Red Baron was coming in hot, yet here it was the third Friday, and nothing. After Monday came and went and it never happened, only a small part of you was worried. You knew it had been a busy week (which turned into two) at the station and you assumed that perhaps the stress offset you for a little while. It was close to 5 pm on Friday now, however, and you didn’t feel a thing. No cramps, mood swings or anything. In a small, gossip ridden town such as Hawkins, there was really only one person you could tell first. Cheif Jim Hopper. Your husband and boss. 

Since then you tried to conceal any notion that anything was off with you, not that it was hard. While you both lived and worked together, a string of occurrences around town hindered you getting really any alone time with each other. Either one or both you were at the station or you were just too exhausted to try and tell him your troubles. The nervousness also plaguing you heavily.

You tap your pencil on your report, the final section finally filled. You looked at the clock and decided you had enough time to talk to Hopper before dropping it off.  You two were the last officers left, Flo just about ready to leave herself and she tuts about the station. You take a deep breath and sign your name on the document, tucking it into the folder neatly. You skirt around your desk and down the hall to Hopper’s office with it under your arm. You knock on the door and wait a moment before opening it and popping your head in. You see he is on the phone while his gaze is cast down, writing something down in one of the case files. 

“Yes, yes sir we’ll have it sent off by 5 o'clock, one of our deputies will drop it off. Yes, not a problem, glad the kids had a level head with the aftermath of it. Yes, goodbye.” He hangs up the phone and continues to write. You step into the office and take another deep breath. He seems to finally realize you’re there and looks up quickly. 

“(Y/N) you got that report done for the principal right?” He asked, his brow knitted together as he speaks, seemingly to have forgotten if he had even checked in with you about it any other time today. 

“Yes, I just finished it up, I was wondering if-”

“Could you give it to Powell to drop off on his way home? I know he drives right by the school and they just called asking if it would be in today.”

“I would, but he’s gone home. It’s been a long week so the boys finished up pretty quick to get home. I also took a little longer than usual writing it up, I’ve had some stuff on my mind.”

“Ah...Well, then there goes that. I guess one of us will have to. See, best to leave anything that bothers ya at home so then we could have left a bit early too.” He shrugs going back to his folder. You bite your bottom lip, half in anger and in sadness that he seemed so dismissive in this moment. 

“Hopper I need to talk to you about something.”

“Babe, can’t it wait until we get home? I told them it would be there at 5 o'clock and its 10 minutes too. So either you or I will have to take it.” He replies the only move he makes is to twist his wrist to look at the numbers on his watch.

“Jim it's just really important and I haven't been able to-”

“(Y/N) please I promise you you can tell me any and all of your problems when we get home I just need this one last thing done before the week is done.” 

That's it.

You take the folder from underneath your arm and slam it down on the desk over his work, a few papers flying off in the process. 

“Fine then. If it’s so god damn important than you can take it to the school by yourself on your way home. I’m leaving. Don’t wait up for me.”. You turn on a dime in your boots and stomp out of the room, slamming his door behind you as you go. You’re heading for the car as Flo appears, wondering what the door slamming was about. She quickly sees that you’re upset, your eyes filling with tears quickly, threatening to come spilling out. You put your hand up to her and your lip quivers.

“Flo don’t, everything is fine I just need to go.” You hear Jim’s booming voice call your name as he emerges from the office, triggering you to bolt out the front doors, pulling your keys from your pants and quickly climbing into your car. You turned it over and peeled out of the parking lot, headed for you didn't even know where.

Hopper runs out to the parking lot but just catches your tail lights as you go, clenching his fists at his sides. Flo walks up beside him and watches you go.

“Jim Hopper, what have you done now.” 

*****

You stand on the rocky beach of the lake, tossing stones into it as far as you could. Winding your arm back and throwing them with all your might. The ripples making the reflection of the late evening sky tinting it an orange colour. Leaves fall from the trees and skim across the water, dipping over the ripples made by your angered pitching practice. 

“That stupid, stupid man. Fucking Jim Hopper want, want, want. Can’t take two god damn minutes out of his day to listen to someone other than himself.” You kneel down and grab a stone about the size of a baseball, hurling it and watching it hit the water with a heavy splash. 

“Sounds like a huge asshole.” You hear a familiar voice say from behind you. You turn around and meet a pair of sulking blue eyes, wiping the tears from your own with the sleeve of your pale blue deputy uniform. 

“You have no idea.”  You say coldly turning back away from him, hoping he would just walk away and leave you in peace, and yet a small part of you hoped he wouldn’t.

“Actually I can guarantee I do. I’ve been dealing with him for even longer than you have. He gets a little pigheaded sometimes.” Jim makes his way across the rocks, the stones crackling against one another under the broad man’s weight You’re still looking on when your glance is brought down by your hat being stuck in front of you. “You left this at work, can't have my deputies running around with bare heads.”

You snatch the hat from his hand, brushing the stray hairs the water’s breeze had taken off of your hot and tear stained face. Again saying nothing. 

“(Y/N) will you say something please, I’m trying. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you before when you needed it, but I’m here now and I want to listen.”

“Maybe you should have done that when we were at the station. I've been wanting to talk to you for a few days now but I knew work had been hectic for both of us so I didn’t bother. You know me, Jim, you know I wouldn't bring up our personal problems at work unless it was urgent. It’s been hard trying to find the words to tell you.  If we didn’t draw a line between us and work we would have been done a long time ago. Being with someone almost 24/7, at work at home, hell in bed every night is stressful.

“I know, but there’s no one else I’d rather be stressed out over. I’m sorry about today, this afternoon. I am. You understand why I was wound up, you were too, I just didn't know you were even carrying extra.” Hopper turns towards you and wraps his arms around you, placing his head on top of yours as you go on your tiptoes to wrap yours around his neck tightly, your hand still holding your hat tightly. Your eyes squeeze shut and more tears start to cascade down your cheeks, your heart hammering in your chest. You loved this man so much, so matter how much you growled to each other, you felt it. In the top of your head to your toes and everywhere in between. He pulls back and runs the pad of his thumb over your shivering lip, smiling warmly at you with his kind cool eyes. “Now, will you tell me what's been bothering you, please?

You take a deep breath and exhale,  the shaking breath coming out through your mouth, trying to find a way to explain your worry. He places his hand on your cheek and you put yours over it, leaning your cheek against his warm palm. “Hopper, my, I’m, I’m late. I'm never late.” He furrows his brow and tilts his head slightly.

“Never late? What do you mean? I don’t know what you mean. You were late for your first day on the job, I remember that and-”

“No, no, no. Late as in-” You take his hand from your cheek and place it on your stomach. “I’m late, my period is late Jim.” 

His eyes immediately dart down to where his calloused hand is holding your shirt, feeling your skin move underneath it as you breathe. His own breathing becomes heavier, he swears his heart might beat out of his chest, or burst with pure joy. 

He removes his hand from you and wraps them around you, picking you up and holding you close and he spins you off your feet for a moment. He sets you back down and presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply and lovingly as he held you so tight. 

“Hop I’m sorry I should have tried telling you sooner but I was so scared and we were all so busy and I didn’t know what to do. I know we talked about kids but I assumed we didn’t mean right now and I-” He kisses you again, silencing your ramblings of the past week and let it all melt away. He leaned down and places his forehead on yours, letting you see now his eyes becoming glassy with emotion.

“No, no I am. You've known this whole time and I never had time to listen. I’m sorry. You're right we weren't exactly banking on having one so soon but that doesn't matter. We can call the doctors office tomorrow and they can get you in and see if that’s what's going on. If we do have a baby I promise, I will be the happiest man alive. You know that right? I love you so much, you’ll never know how much. I’ll always take care of you, and the little one, whether it happens, sooner or later.”

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #stranger things #stranger things reader insert #fluff #pregnancy #are you really #who knooowws

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So I was tagged by @ninswhimsy​ to name my 10 favorite male and 10 favorite female characters

I have done this one before- but I thought I would switch it up and only list current shows I’m watching. And NOT IN ORDER.

Female- 1. Agent Maggie Bell - on FBI - oh man I love a good procedural, and I’ve been a fan of Missy Peregrym since Rookie Blue. 2. Kara Danvers - Supergirl - I didn’t expect to love this show the way I do, but I do. It’s a good CW superhero show. 3. Sarah Tanner- Bulletproof- the boss of two insane East London detectives- she is a great ma’am but also fiercely protective of those idiots under her charge. 4. Michaela Stone - Manifest - this show is a little nuts right now. There’s another love triangle, meh, but Michaela broke my heart first season when she came back to find her fiancé married to her best friend. 5. Athena Grant - 911 - Athena is the best and she’s why I still watch that crazy show. 6. Maya Bishop - Station 19 - Type A personality who was messed up by her parents and strives to be perfect at the cost of her personal relationships? Err, I might identify too much with her. She’s a bisexual disaster and I love her. 7. Mina Okafor - The Resident - Another type A personality that is too involved in work, with a complicated relationship with her mom, but under it all is just a good person? Yes please. 8. Lucy Chen- The Rookie - oh boy the first season was hard to get through because of the power dynamics, but her later bond with her training officer Bradford is so good. 9. Dr Claire Browne - The Good Doctor - I am so upset after that season finale, but Claire always speaks to me as a high function child of a mentally ill person. And then her mom killed herself in a car accident, and wow, my heart! 10. Tali LaCroix - FBI Most Wanted- a child actress ! Yeah I never like kids in shows, but Tali is great- smart, empathetic, dealing with a dual heritage and the death of her mom. She makes me like her dad, the lead, Jess LaCroix a whole lot more.

Male-

1. Agent OA Zidan - FBI - the other half of the great partnership with Maggie Bell. He was a bit of a cowboy in the beginning, but now I just love how deeply he cares for Maggie and what a team they make.

2. Aaron Bishop- Bulletproof - oh man, kid from the streets, finding his family in his work, his bond with his partner, his very reasonable complaints about dying in a car because of his partner’s crazy driving. Season 2 killed me with how deeply he got involved in undercover work and thought he had found a father figure.

3. Ronnie Pike - Bulletproof- the opposite of Bishop, from a very nice family, married with kids, and he’s a crazy man behind the wall. His deep love for Bishop is so great. These two are my favorite buddy cop duos.

4. Jared Vasquez - Manifest- I mean this guy makes bad decisions because of how deeply he loves Michaela. Definitely the cautionary tale of falling love with your work partner because he has a hard time comparmentalizing. He’s a dumbass.

5. Malcolm Bright- Prodigal Son - I love his brilliant and naive brain at work. The episode where he reconnects with his only friend- oh man break my heart with the feels.

6. Conrad Hawkins - The Resident - I mean, he’s almost a Mary Sue this man is so perfect- hot, brilliant, messed up from his military past, heart open and bleeding, and finally learning to be emotionally open? Yeah.

7. Michael Guerin- Roswell New Mexico- I am so into my network procedurals but Michael is my favorite. He hooked me to the show when I probably would have been one and done, but that first scene in the jail, and I was gone. By episode 6 I was obsessed. I love this soft lonely, alien bisexual disaster. I love Alex too, but that love took some time to build because my very first watch I was turned off by the closeted thing. It wasn’t until when the reasons became clear that I got obsessed. But Michael came first. ❤️

8. Ben Shakir - Evil - oh man this show freaks me out and I have to watch with the lights on, but I’ve loved Assif Mandvi since the Daily Show and he’s a real joy to watch as the tech expert in disproving miracles.

9. Mark Callan - All Rise - Tortured past ? Daddy Issues? Bleeding heart wrapped in sarcasm? Extremely protective of his female best friend? A romantic disaster? Yeah Mark Callan checks all my boxes.

10. Sheriff Bill Hollister - Deputy  - I did not expect to like this show. But it really hooked me with the cast. Bill is a bit of a Mary Sue too- always doing the right thing for the most part, devoted to his wife and daughter, supportive of his staff and welcoming. He’s just a genuinely good person who doesn’t like politics. I love the scenes with him and his non-binary assistant Bishop.

#tagged meme #meme #television chitchat

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Ghostbusters (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 7.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

A/N: The story is finally starting to settle down and I am into that big time! Also, I almost freaked out myself during writing this part, inspired by The Upside Down and Stranger Things from Stranger Things Soundtrack for season one by Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein.

Warnings: THE MONSTER.

Word Count: 2.7 K

Tagging: @charmed-asylum​ @nemodoren​

Master list: The Eighties Blast Collection

The car's engine got quiet when you stopped the machine in front of the old lady's house. It didn't stench when you smelled the air with closed eyes and breathed deeply. But you turned your head to Steve.

"Do you... Smell anything?" - You asked with a frown and Steve shook his head. Then he inhaled another air to his nose and shook his head again.

"No. I don't smell a thing. That means that there's nothing to investigate and we can go back to the downtown..." - He tried to sly his way into your head, but you only checked your loaded revolver and the battery on the tight leather belt. You swooped the black turtleneck sleeves down and adjusted your uniform a bit. You got this.

"Where are you going? It's just an old house, Y/N, really, it's nothing." - Steve asked as you put your raincoat and stepped out of the old Chevy truck. When he figured out that you're not coming back, he got our too and ran after you in his jacket, staying by your side.

"That is definitely not professional, Steven." - You said annoyedly and knocked on the door.

"You're only nineteen and you're a cop. Shut up about professionality, Jesus." - Steve rolled his eyes and looked around. It was a quiet neighborhood and the houses were far away from each other - this is what small-town intimacy meant.

Nobody could say what is going on unless you were loud or liked to express yourself in other ways. So it wasn't as unusual when nobody knew what is going on in your own yard. But something wasn't adding up then. Why would anybody called the cops if they didn't know what it's up? Somebody must've seen or heard something. It couldn't just be a... Stench. Could it?

"There's something that isn't adding up to me, Steve." - You mumbled and almost jumped away when the door opened all of a sudden. But you kept your feet cold and your face serious. You were an authority after all. Steve had an answer on his tongue but decided to say anything in the end.

It was an old lady in a red jumper, with black-ish hair and glasses. And your blood froze down when you saw her. She was pale like a dead man, her eyes were weirdly stuck out and insanely blue just as her lips and teeth were in a tense, stuck smile. She looked like her face has a spasm. She looked... Weird.

There was something completely and utterly wrong about that woman. But you couldn't name what exactly it was. And you were not allowed to judge since you were a cop, someone who has to help and protect people no matter what. So her face? That wasn't a thing that should scare you away.

"Hello, Mrs. Duffer. I am a local police deputy Y/N Hopper and this is my colleague Steven Harrington. Would you mind if we come in and ask you a few questions?" - You smiled at the terrifying woman and controlled the walkie-talkie on your shoulder. You needed to tell Anderson if you would decide to investigate the house.

"Of course, come in, come in." - Her low, gnarling voice told you as she turned back to walk into her house. Her movements were weird, to say the least. She moved like a... Puppet. It wasn't natural at all. You checked Steve with a quick look before turning your walkie-talkie on.

"Anderson? This is Hopper. Do you copy?" - You muttered and turned away from the door. But the signal was just quiet like there wasn't anybody on the other side. - "Anderson? This is Hopper. Do you copy?" - Just as the first time, the wave was silent.

"Can it be the boys playing around with the signals? Could they mess it up somehow?" - You asked him quickly, but he shook his head. It was a Thursday midday - you two were at work, of at least you should be, and the boys had a holiday. Also Cerebro, some machine that Dustin had created wasn't disturbing the other radio waves normally.

"Okay. Anderson? This isn't funny. It's Hopper and I'm going in. Over." - You put the walkie on your shoulder and looked at Steve. You silently touched his shoulder and made him turn away for a moment. - "Something is... Wrong. My walkie-talkie went dead just like that. It shouldn't be a problem to reach here from the station... But... It's completely dead. I can't even hear the static, nothing. Like there are no radio waves here."

"Your walkie talkie went off on its own?" - Steve asked and touched it so he could try on his own.

"Steve Harrington here. Do you copy?" - He tried as well and stood there for a moment with his hand on his hip. He looked you in the eyes and rose his eyebrows. - "Yeah. It's out."

"Oh, thank you, mister genius." - You took it out of his hand and hooked it back on your shoulder. - "Now listen to me. You need to stay close, if anything happens, don't forget that I am the cop and that I will protect your kids, okay? Stay close, don't talk and do as I say. Nod if you understand." - You pointed your finger right up to his nose. He slowly nodded and you nodded as well.

"Alright, Mrs. Duffer. I and my colleague are now coming in." - You yelled and walked into the small hall. The house was definitely old and dusty, that lady wasn't the cleaning type. But something still felt kind of... Odd. - "Mrs. Duffer? Where are you?" - You walked into the silent, dark kitchen and looked around. Like if that weird, old lady just disappeared into the thin air. She walked out of nowhere, freaking you out.

You looked at Steve and remained silent. You were the authority, you were the cop - and for that, you needed to stay as calm as possible.

"I wanted to prepare you some cookies, do you like them? I heard that youngsters like cookies and sweets." - Her tensed face watched the both of you like she wanted to bite your head off. You just tried not to look at her and instead you looked all over the place. There were opened chemical bottles next to the sink, but the house was definitely not clean. Torn newspaper laid around the table, there was mud on the floor, almost a thick layer of it. Like if somebody dumped that place in water. The cabinets were full of broken plates... Something happened in that house.

But then you saw it. A family photo hanging next to her fridge. The woman there was relaxed, smiling, she was fine. She didn't have that weird, tensed expression, she wasn't looking like a clown. Whatever was with you at that house, it wasn't Mrs. Duffer at all.

Then you shook it off. It could just be an old photo. And people change over time. That was it.

"That's nice of you, Mrs. Duffer, but I don't want any. I just ask you a few questions and then we'll leave." - You smiled at her, still not looking to her face while standing up next to Steve. Something made you feel unsafe - and he didn't feel as well. Then it hit you. That disgusting stench. The thing the neighbors described to Anderson. You almost threw up on the spot.

"Okay... Shall we?" - You looked at her with an urge to puke into the sink and she nodded at you with her weird, puppet-like moves. She almost broke in her waist when she tried to sit down and you heard as something... Broke inside of her.

This was your first time doing something serious as a cop and Anderson sent you to some freak house. Great.

"So, have you noticed something weird in your neighborhood?" - You took out the notepad out of your back pocket and clicked your pen, smiling sadly while you took a deep breath in with your mouth. Steve checked you with his look and leaned his ass into the counter behind him.

"No. Should I, dear?" - She looked at you with those crazy eyes and you nodded, writing something down and showed it to Steve while you glanced over the lady. He read it in the most secret way he was capable of.

'CHECK THE FAMILY PHOTO AND TELL ME IF YOU THINK THAT SOMETHING IS GOING ON'. Steve nodded almost invisibly and went to check the photo out.

"No disappearing food, maybe chemicals? A strong stench? You couldn't smell it?" - You asked, eyeing Steve's back. Mrs. Duffer was, thanks to god, watching you with her bestial and hungry eyes. You felt like a slice of fucking grilled pork. 

“Oh, I didn't, darling.” - The old lady smiled at you again, showing you her mouth of fake teeth. You didn't have anything against that - just their condition was scaring you like hell. They were yellow and bloody. At that moment, Steve gave you a slight shook of his head, which was just the signal you needed - just to be interrupted by a creaking on the attic.

And it wasn't any creaking which could be just dismissed like that. It was so loud that you almost jumped on the spot. You shot your look there, looking at the old lady with a question.

“What was that, do you keep some... Animals out there?” - You asked in a breathy voice. Mrs. Duffer just laughed it off. At that moment, your brain was completely empty. What should you think about that lady? She looked like she crawled right out of Steven King’s novel, her house was looking like if a fucking hurricane stormed through the place and a strong stench could be smelled all over the place. Plus that loud creaking. You were on thin ice - this was your first intervention ever.

You tried your best to stay professional, but it was bringing you just chills.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I have just ghosts out there.” - She laughed as if it was a joke, but it sent chills down on your spine. It sounded like squeaking in your ears. 

“Can we have a look there?” - Steve asked out of blue. You shot a look at him and he carefully rose his fingers to calm you down. You subconsciously touched the revolver on your belt. - “You know... Investigation purposes. We will just have a short look and then we will leave. Alright?” - Steve said in a calm, slow tone. He was actually pretty good at this, you needed to say. He was humble and charismatic, and that actually calmed you down.

“I mean, if you need to, darlings, I will let you look there. You are not going to find anything there anyway, I tell you that.” - She laughed again and then reached her palm for Steve to help her stand up. He did and he was really gentle with her. Steve couldn't tell you, but he felt how ice-cold and sticky her skin was, which actually scared him. Old people were usually nicely dry if you know what Steve had on his mind.

She led you to the ladder which was leading into the attic and said that Steve can open it up. The stench that came out of that place almost made you faint. You gagged in your own mouth a bit, turning away from that place.

“Go on, go on, I will wait here.” - She said quickly, throwing her hand in the direction of the attic. Steve entered first, giving you his hand to hold on it as you climbed the stairs up. And men, something definitely rotted there. At first, you had the feeling that the old lady maybe went mad and she was killing animals. 

“Jesus, can you smell that?” - Steve turned his head at you and tried to cover your nose with your sleeve, so you didn't have to smell that. 

“Yeah. Yeah. Try to search for the source. If she’s truly abusing animals as I think, there must be some rotten corpse.” - You reached your hand to lighten up your surroundings. There were only two small bulbs for a huge attic, so you couldn't see shit precisely; at least you got your flashlight prepared. 

There were a ton of old things covered under sheets - old furniture, paintings, some boxes with clothes, old cages for small animals. You stopped for a minute at those. To your bad luck, it could be seen just with the eye that those cages weren't used in ages. They were old, rusted, the metal was basically crumbling under your fingertips.

“You got something over there?” - You stood up, turning your flashlight at Steve.

“I can't really see for... Shit, was is that? Ew!” - He shouted loudly. You slowly walked across the huge attic to him, looking at weird, brown jello on the ground. Late you realized you were staying in a track of blood. But it wasn't normal blood there was something abnormal about it. Before you could inspect that, you heard creaking on the other side of the attic. But before you could catch glimpse of anything, there were only sheets moving caused by the wave of air something created. Steve rushed to the attic stairs while you followed the trail through countless rows of boxes.

“Y/N, where is that old lady?” - Steve shouted to the back so you could hear him, but his question was abrupted by your screaming, coming from the depths of your lungs. 

Before you could stop yourself, you threw up to your right side. There was a rotten, staggered body laying down on the ground - parts of it were even missing. Clearly, you could still say that it was an old lady before that - the short curls, eyes, lips. Whatever spoke with you downstairs, it wasn't Mrs. Duffer. Because you were looking at her corpse. You were too shocked to even move or make a single sound, your eyes were glimpsing at the body with its left forearms torn away just as her bitten leg and stomach and scratched neck. 

Whatever killed her, it was brutal and animalistic, yet it had found the decency to hide that body. It was showing some kind of... Intelligence. 

You didn't even notice that Steve was standing beside you, looking at the corpse. A creaking made you look from it again. You wanted to point your flashlight at it, bit stopped working. Just like the bulbs. You could only see its silhouette - a slim, almost sinewy pale body resembling a human one, standing on two legs with something that looked like a head.

“Oh no, no, no...” - You could hear Steve whispering, but you couldn't tear your look away from that thing. It was moving slowly and its bones were cracking inside of it. It was walking on two feet like a normal human being, yet those moves were uncoordinated and puppet-like. You took the revolver out, ready to shoot at it any minute. 

“Stop, or I will be forced to shoot you.”  - You yelled at it with a high-pitched tone. But it didn't stop. It only hissed back at you as a form of an answer. But then it spoke to you in the exact same voice you heard downstairs.

“There is no need for that, honey.” - It said and hit your palm, so you let your revolver fall down. Before Steve or you could fo literally anything to stop it, it caught your forearm in its limb and held it so tightly that it almost crushed your bones. It opened up its head like a flower, showing you countless rows of sharp teeth that could tear your hand away just like that.

Steve was moving around you, screaming at you and maybe even at the creature, but you were paralyzed by fear. 

The creature in front of you was the Demogorgon.

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