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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: 3.8k

Warnings: Language, violence, past abuse

Chapter 1- paperwork, coffee & rotten pumpkins

Transferring from the NYPD to Hawkins PD had been drastic. You went from getting paid as a detective working homicide in the big city to working in a small country town as a Deputy on half the wage.

Your co-workers at Hawkins thought you were crazy for it, but they didn't know why you moved. They didn't know the reason behind the sudden shift across the country and you sure as hell weren't going to tell them.

It wasn't all bad though.

You and Hopper used to be partners back in New York in the homicide unit, until he moved away after his daughter died. It sucked when he left town, but you understood why he left, especially after him and his wife got divorced.

However, that understanding didn't make it any easier without him, especially when the boss introduced you to your new work partner a week later and he was a total dick.

"Have I ever told you guys about how much I hate paperwork?" Callahan asked, looking over at you and Powell across the room.

"I think you've said it nearly every day since I started working here." You answered, rubbing your face with your hands trying to wake yourself up as you stared down at the stack of files on your desk.

He was right though, paperwork did suck.

"Try every day for the last three years. It gets annoying, trust me." Powell mumbled, his head down busy working.

Callahan rolled his eyes, and you covered up your laugh with a cough while looking between the two men in amusement.

It had been a couple of weeks since you first stepped foot in Hawkins after leaving the busy city streets of New York behind. You had expected to feel like an outcast at the station. The other officers had all grown up together in this small town. Some had even been in the same courses at the Police Academy. They all had chemistry and strong connections to one another, and they were all men.

From experience, male Police Officers tended to dislike female colleagues, however, your new fellow Deputies had welcomed you with open arms. They were all friendly and treated you like an equal which was more than what any of your old work colleagues had done back in New York.

It shouldn't have been a surprise though because Jim Hopper wouldn't let any discrimination or hate slide when it came to you.

He had your back in New York and stood up for you when no one else would. Even after all these years, nothing had changed.

The Chief had put you on the same shift rotation as Powell and Callahan since your first day. The two Deputies had taken you under their wing without hesitation.

Calvin Powell was an older yet brilliant deputy. He was stern and tough when it came to the law, and was serious about his job, but was always up for a good laugh. He had taught you a lot in your short time with Hawkins PD and was always happy to answer any questions you had.

Phil Callahan was the exact opposite.

He was the jokester of the station and although he was always cracking jokes and acting some would say, childish, he was a damn good deputy. He was constantly the first one out the door whenever a job came up and was always ready to help with anything.

"This isn't a laughing matter, Jim. This is serious."

You looked up from your paperwork at the unfamiliar voice to find Hopper walking into the station followed by a balding guy with a beard who you had never seen before.

Hopper groaned dramatically at the stranger's words and hung his coat up on the rack by the front door.

Well, whoever that guy was, the Chief did not like him.

"I really got something here. I'm telling you." The guy insisted.

"Morning, Chief." Powell greeted, actually looking up from his desk as he spoke before he spotted the other guy and grinned, "morning, Murray."

"Got any proof on your butt probin' aliens yet, Murray?" Callahan asked causing your head to snap towards him.

"What? Who the hell is this guy?" You asked.

"Murray Bauman. Used to be an Investigative Journalist in Hawkins, now he's some kind of Private Investigator, but he believes all these weird conspiracy theories and stuff." Callahan whispered, leaning over your joined desks towards you as he spoke.

"That sounds... interesting." You answered, choosing your words carefully.

You looked back over at Murray just as Hopper grabbed one of the donuts from the bench, but Flo was hot on his tail and snatched the glazed donut from his hand and replaced it with an apple.

Hopper glared at her, and you tried not to laugh at the annoyed look on his face, but he accepted the fruit anyway and took a bite out of it.

"I believe there was, and may still be, a Russian spy presence in Hawkins." Murray continued to say.

"Russian spies?" Hopper asked, amusement clear in his voice as he began pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Are the spies in cahoots with the aliens? Or how do they fit in here? I'm confused." Callahan commented causing you to snort softly.

Hopper just smirked and filled up another mug of coffee before grabbing both and walking over to your desk, placing the second mug down in front of you.

You smiled, "thank you. I needed this."

"I could tell. You look tired."

"Just what every girl wants to hear." You mumbled into the coffee cup as you took a sip and sighed at the warm taste of caffeine.

"I'm talking multiple reports now." Murray continued to say, his voice raised a little louder. "Multiple reports, okay? Of a Russian child in Hawkins."

"A child? What are you talking about?" Hopper questioned, now suddenly interested in what this man had to say.

"A girl who may have psionic abilities."

"'Psionic'?" Powell asked in confusion.

"Psychic." Murray corrected.

"Hey Chief. What about that girl that made that kid pee himself?" Callahan asked and okay, what? Now you had questions.

"It was just a prank." Hopper answered, dismissing his Deputy quickly before turning to Murray. "You got five minutes. Not a second more."

You watched as Hopper led Murray across the room into his own private office, closing the door behind him. You glanced over at Callahan and Powell who both shrugged their shoulders and went back to work, like it was normal for a man to walk in and start talking about Russian spies and kids with powers. Maybe it was normal for Hawkins.

Within 60 seconds, the Chief's door opened and a rather pissed off looking Murray stepped out. He spared one glance at the rest of you before he turned and walked out the station before Hopper emerged from his office.

"Who wants to get out the office for a bit? We got a job."

"Me!" You and Callahan both quickly said at the same time.

Hopper looked between the two of you, "Y/N, let's go."

"Oh, come on!" Callahan whined. "You always choose her."

"Maybe I like her better than you. Ya ever think about that?" Hopper asked, grabbing his jacket from the rack, and slipping it on.

"We all know why you like her." Callahan mumbled under his breath causing Powell to kick his feet under the desk.

You looked between the two of them suspiciously, Hopper just bluntly ignoring them before you chugged the last of your coffee and followed the Chief out the station.

You jumped into the passenger seat of his Chevy Blazer, instantly reaching for the dial of the heater and cranking it up as Hopper reversed out the parking lot.

"So, what's the job?"

"Pumpkins that have been contaminated by a vengeful neighbour." He answered causing you to look over at him in disbelief.

"You're shitting me, right? Pumpkins?"

He chuckled softly, "I shit you not."

"How'd I go from investigating murders to investigating pumpkins?" You asked aloud causing him to laugh.

"You're the one who put in your transfer to Hawkins. This is on you." He reminded.

Yeah, that was true.

You nodded, knowing he was right, and you glanced out the window as Hopper drove, the faint music from the radio filling the silence.

"Why did you transfer here? Not that I'm complaining, I just... I thought you loved it in New York."

This wasn't the first time he had asked. Hell, it wasn't even the second, but you kept dodging the question.

"Just needed a fresh start. A change of scenery I guess." You answered, which wasn't a total lie.

You could feel Hopper staring at you out the corner of your eye, but you kept your head forward, knowing if you looked at him, he would be able to see straight through you. After all those years working together, you had gotten to know each other really well, to the point where you knew when the other was lying.

Hopper just hummed in response, despite knowing there was more to the story, but to your relief, he didn't try to pry, and you were grateful for that.

It didn't take long to reach the small pumpkin farm on the outskirts of Hawkins. If you were being honest, you forgot these kinds of farms existed. But of course, they did, you just never really thought about it until now.

The farmer was adamant that his neighbour had poisoned his crops. Stating that the pumpkins were perfectly fine yesterday, but when he woke up this morning, they were rotten.

After inspecting the large fields of pumpkins, every single vegetable was in fact rotten and Hopper told him that he was going to look into it before you both climbed back into the car.

"There is no way these pumpkins turned rotten like that overnight." You said, the second your car door was shut. "What do you think happened?"

"I honestly have no idea. It's been cold, maybe frost got to them."

"Good theory. Try telling that to him though." You said, nodding at the farmer who was still standing by his ruined crop.

Hopper grunted, "he can accept whatever I tell him."

He turned the key in the ignition, bringing the old Chevy to life with a roar before tapping it into gear and driving back down the dirt road to Hawkins.

Instead of going back to the station like you assumed he would have, Hopper instead pulled up to the diner on main street and before you knew it, the two of you were sitting inside and eating breakfast.

"I missed this." You found yourself saying before thinking better of it.

Hopper looked up at you from across the booth, his fork halfway to his mouth, "missed pancakes?" he asked in confusion.

"No." You chuckled, shaking your head. "No, I missed this. Us. Working together. It feels like old times."

Back in New York, you were the first woman to join the homicide unit. All the guys hated it. They didn't believe a girl could do the job as well as men and they despised you for it. They all treated you like garbage despite the fact that you were better than half the team, but they still hated you, except for Hopper.

He was the only one who treated you like a normal person. At first, he was a little apprehensive, but that was because he had been used to working solo and wasn't expecting the Superintendent to suddenly give him a partner, especially not some random chick he had never met before.

The two of you had hit it off straight away though. You didn't take any of his crap and he respected that, and you made quite a team.

"Ah, yes. Because we used to deal with crime scenes of rotten pumpkins and eat in diners all the time back in New York." He said sarcastically, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Well, if you replace pumpkins with dead bodies. The farmer with a serial killer and these pancakes in this diner for a packet of candy in the stakeout van, then yes."

Hopper snorted, taking another bite of his pancakes as he shook his head with a smile.

"I missed working with you too." He admitted once he finished his mouthful. "I still can't believe you transferred here though."

"I'm starting to regret it after that thrilling morning on the farm." You joked, but Hopper shook his head.

"Nah, you don't. You'd miss me too much if you left Hawkins."

Yeah, you would.

"In your dreams." You said instead because like hell you were going to admit that.

You liked Hopper. You even had a crush on him back in New York when you first joined, but after finding out that he was married with a kid, you quickly pushed your feelings aside and the two of you became best friends.

"You seeing anyone?" He randomly asked causing you to nearly choke on your coffee.

"What?" You asked, covering your mouth as you coughed.

"Are you seeing anyone? You got a boyfriend or anything?" He clarified.

"Oh, no, no. I'm single." You answered, shrugging your shoulders hoping it looked casual. "What about you? Have you found someone in this town to settle down with?"

Hopper opened his mouth to answer before his eyes widened like he just realised something, and he quickly rolled up his sleeve to look at his watch.

"Shit. Shit. I was meant to meet Joyce at the lab ten minutes ago."

Joyce? Who was Joyce?

"I need to go. I'll drop you off on my way." He said, throwing down some money on the table and eating his last pancake before the two of you left the diner and climbed back into the car.

"Hawkins lab?" You asked, looking over at him as he pulled out the parking lot and sped in the direction of the station. "What's at Hawkins lab that's so important?"

"Nothing. It's nothing important. Just promised Joyce I'd help her out with something." He dismissed, not going into any detail.

You wanted to push for an answer but decided against it. He would tell you if he wanted to and frankly, it wasn't any of your business, but you couldn't help but feel a little sad hearing about Joyce.

Was she his girlfriend? He never did answer your question earlier.

Hopper dropped you off back at the station and the rest of your shift was mainly just sitting behind the desk doing paperwork, until an old lady called about a noise complained, so you went out with Powell and Callahan to deal with that.

The day went by surprisingly quickly and before you knew it, you were standing back in that pumpkin crop the following day with Hopper because now it wasn't just one person's crop that had turned rotten. It was several.

"Now, you try telling me with a straight face that cold did this." The farmer said, pointing at his destroyed crop.

Yeah, he had a point.

Frost might have gotten some of the pumpkins, but not this many and this quickly. Plus, for October, it hadn't been super cold yet, so it didn't make any sense.

"How far does it go?" You asked curiously, wondering if whatever was destroying the pumpkins was hurting other plant life in the area.

The farmer just motioned for the two of you to follow him as he walked towards the woods by the boundary line of his crop and your jaw dropped when you realised that the trees and bushes on the edge of the woods had turned rotten too.

Okay, this was definitely not the cold. What the hell did all this?

"What the fuck?" You whispered to yourself, lifting your hand, and touching the rotten tree trunk to find this gooey slimy substance all over it.

Hopper appeared beside you and quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from the slime.

"Hey, Chief, you copy?" Powell's voice called over the radio.

Hopper grabbed his radio from his belt and held it to his mouth. "How's it looking over there?"

"Like a giant pissed all over Jack's bean field. Smells, too. It smell over there?"

"Where doesn't it smell?" You questioned, grimacing at the gross rotten stench that covered the entire farm.

You'd nearly rather the stench from old dead bodies than this... okay, no, that's a lie. There was nothing that smelt worse than that, but this was a close second.

"Yeah, little bit. Listen. I want you guys to track the rot, see how far it goes. Just, uh, mark anything that's dead." Hopper instructed through the radio.

"That's gonna take some time." Powell pointed out.

"So take it. And look, we don't know what caused this. Could be poison. So don't touch anything without gloves." He ordered, pointily staring at you with the last sentence and you gave him a guilty look.

"Copy that, Chief."

He slipped the radio back into the pouch on his belt before turning towards you with a questioning look, "you good to work some overtime?"

"I got no plans tonight. Let's get started." You said and Hopper nodded his appreciation before the two of you got to work.

The farmer had supplied marker flags, so you and Hopper spent the next few hours walking through the woods and placing a flag by everything rotten while Powell and Callahan did the same at the other farm.

By nightfall, it was finally finished, and Hopper gave you all permission to start late tomorrow morning so you could actually get a decent night's sleep.

"I have to basically drive past your house to get home, want a lift?" He asked, climbing into the Chevy.

"My truck is at the station. I won't be able to-"

"I can pick you up in the morning."

You nodded, "that would work. Thank you."

You climbed into the passenger side of his car before Hopper started the Chevy and began to drive away. He barely got a few metres down the dirt driveway before he suddenly slammed on the brakes and put the car into reverse.

"What are you doing?" You asked, figuring he must have forgotten something.

He didn't answer though, instead he rolled down his window and stuck his head out and called out to the little kid walking towards the farmhouse, his Halloween outfit on and bucket full of candy in his hand.

"Hey, kid. Give me some of that candy, would you?"

"No way." The boy answered and you saw that coming from a mile away.

Kids cherished their Halloween candy. But why did Hopper want some?

"Alright, how about now?" He asked, pulling out a couple dollar bills from his wallet.

The kid hesitated a little before nodding in agreement and jogging up to the car, taking the money and handing over his bucket of candy. You just watched, assuming Hopper would explain why he needed the candy, but he didn't say a single word before he tapped the car into gear and continued to drive.

"Umm, is there a reason you bribed the kid for his candy?" You asked curiously.

"Forgot it was Halloween, I don't have any at home. Wanted to be prepared in case any kids came trick or treating to my front door."

You glanced over at the clock on the dash which indicated that it was nearly midnight, and you raised your eyebrows, "how many kids do you think will be trick or treating at this time of night?"

Hopper glanced over at the clock and seemed surprised by how late it was but shrugged his shoulders.

"Can never be too prepared."

Guess he had a fair point. But you didn't plan on getting any candy. You planned on going straight to bed and if anyone knocked on your door for trick or treating at this time of night, you were not answering it.

"What's your address?" Hopper asked a few seconds later, turning out onto the main road.

"Thought you said my house was on the way to yours. Don't you know it?"

Hopper didn't say anything for a moment, "I lied. I have no idea where you live."

"Why?"

"Because you haven't told me your address."

"No, I meant why did you lie? I could have driven home myself, you know?"

He sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand, "maybe I wanted to spend more time with you."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

"Aww, you really did miss me all these years, didn't you? That's sweet." You responded in a teasing tone as you leant over and nudged his arm with your elbow.

"I hate you." He muttered, but the small smile on his face told you how untrue those words really were.

"You love me."

"Love is a real strong word. More like tolerate."

"Ouch." You said, resting your hand over your heart dramatically causing Hopper to stifle a laugh as he shook his head at you.

"But, seriously, where do you live because I have no idea where I'm driving."

"Oh, take the next two lefts and I'm number 32." You answered.

Within a couple of minutes, he was pulling up in front of your house and you climbed out the car, pausing as you held the door open.

"What time will you pick me up in the morning? Just so I'm awake and ready."

"I'll swing by around nine." He answered and you nodded, about to close the door before he continued talking. "Oh, and Y/N? Stay out of the woods, okay?"

You frowned a little but nodded, "wasn't planning on going for a stroll through the woods, but alright."

He nodded and you gave him a friendly wave before closing the door and watching him drive off.

You made your way inside the house kicking off your muddy boots by the door and making a mental note to clean them in the morning. You dumped your duty belt on the back of the couch before noticing there was a little red light flashing on your answering machine.

Who had tried to call you?

You didn't keep in touch with anyone from New York and the only people you knew in Hawkins were the ones you were with today. So, who was it?

Pressing the play button, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water but froze in the doorway when the voice spoke through the machine.

A sickening wave of terror welled in your stomach. Your body grew tense to the point of shaking as you grabbed hold of the wall listening to the voice you had hoped to never hear again.

"You think moving to Hawkins will save you? It won't. I'll be seeing you again real soon, sugar."

Blood drained from your skin and breath caught in your throat as you slowly slid down against the wall and sat on the carpet. You buried your face into your hands trying to remember how to breathe as you thought back to the last time you heard that voice... the voice who was the reason for your transfer to Hawkins.

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A/N: Why did I write this? Well, I wanted to read a Hopper x Reader fanfic that consisted of more than 1 chapter and wasn't just pure smut with no plot… however, upon scrolling through AO3 I discovered that is hard to find. So, I wrote my own.

I know this chapter was a little heavy in dialogue which I'm not happy with but bear with me for the first few chapters because I promise it gets better. 

Thank you for those that are reading this new story. I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below! The next chapter will be posted within the next few days but until then, stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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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: 3.8k

Major Trigger Warning- SA. This chapter is very heavy, but nothing is described in a lot of detail. Also hints towards past SA. If any of this triggers you please don't read this chapter. Look after yourself first.

Previous Chapter

Chapter 10- Ambush

"Pizza is here!" You shouted, walking through the front door of the cabin.

Those three words were like a trigger because a second later, El's bedroom door opened, and the two young girls rushed out before you could even put the boxes on the table.

"It smells amazing!" Max exclaimed, helping you open the boxes while El grabbed four dinner plates from the cupboard.

"Thank you, Y/N." El said, already stacking slices of each different pizzas onto her plate.

You forced a smile watching her and Max load their plates while you unrolled the garlic bread hating how much your hands were shaking at the simple task.

Your heart was still hammering against your ribcage after seeing Hank at your front door.

He was at your house. He was waiting for you to come home. He was there. It was him.

All this time, there was a small part of you that had thought that this whole thing was just in your head, and you were jumping to conclusions. But it was real, and he had followed you to Hawkins.

"Are you okay?" El's gentle voice suddenly asked.

You blinked at her words too caught up in your own head to properly hear her just as she carefully took the garlic bread from your trembling hands and handed it to Max to give you her full attention.

"Did something happen?" El asked, holding your now empty but still trembling hands.

Max hovered close behind, her blue eyes looking you up and down for any injuries like claw marks from Demo-dogs like the last time she had seen you. If only it had been a Demo-dog at your house. You would rather deal with one of those monsters than this human monster.

You opened your mouth to dismiss the girls worries even though El could probably feel your emotions anyway or something. You weren't entirely sure of the extent of her powers, was that something she could do?

"What's going on?" Hopper's voice suddenly called out from across the room.

He stepped out of his bedroom with his hair dripping wet from the shower. He was no longer in his uniform instead wearing a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt that had no right being so attractive.

"I am unsure." El answered honestly, her brows furrowed as she stared up at you. "Something happened."

That seemed to catch Hopper's attention because he was by your side within a blink of an eye.

"Y/N?"

You met his gaze with an uneasy expression not exactly trusting your voice at the moment to speak.

Jesus Christ, you thought you had gotten better since moving here. You thought you had moved on from Hank and all the shit he had put you through but one look at him from a distance through your car windshield and you were right back to square one.

Realisation slowly washed over Hopper, "you saw him, didn't you?"

It wasn't a question. He already knew the answer, but you nodded anyway, and his jaw clenched shut in sudden fury.

"Saw who?" El asked in confusion.

"Girls eat the pizza in your room. I need to talk to Y/N privately." Hopper instructed his voice coming out calm, but you could tell he was anything but calm on the inside.

El hesitated in front of you for a moment not wanting to leave when she could tell you were in distress, but reluctantly nodded before collecting her plate of pizza and following Max back into the bedroom.

The second her bedroom door clicked shut, Hopper grabbed your hand and led you over to the couch without a word. You allowed yourself to be pulled not arguing as he gently eased you down to the couch which was probably a good idea because your legs were shaking too. In fact, your entire body was shaking, and you couldn't stop it.

Nothing even happened. Why was your body reacting this way?

"Did he hurt you?" Hopper asked, kneeling on the floor in front of you.

You shook your head and Hoppers body seemed to relax a little with that information and he gently placed his hand on top of your bouncing knee causing you to flinch at the unexpected touch.

He quickly removed his hand and looked up at you with an unreadable expression. His brows furrowed a little at your reaction to his touch, but he didn't comment on it.

"Sorry." You apologised, although you weren't entirely sure what you were apologising for. For flinching at his touch? For being so worked up? For being a burden? For making him concentrate on you instead of eating pizza? For all of it? None of it? You had no idea.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Hopper asked after a few moments of silence.

"I was- I was going to go home and get some clean clothes but... he was there. He was at my house."

"What?" Hopper questioned his eyes widening.

"He was at my front door. He was just standing there like he was waiting for me to come home or something." You elaborated glancing over at Hopper who looked ready to drive out there and kill Hank. "He took off as soon as he saw your work car. Guess he thought I was you when I pulled up."

"Did he have a car?" Hopper asked slipping straight into detective mode, but you shook your head. "What was he wearing? Any distinctive pieces of clothing? Footwear?"

"It was too dark to see. I saw a glimpse of his face in my headlights before he ran off. That's it."

Tears started to burn in the back of your eyes as you thought back to that moment only 10 minutes ago. Hank was in Hawkins. He was really here, and he was waiting for you to come home in the dark.

Fuck.

What if he had been hiding and you didn't notice him until you got out the car? What would he have done?

Nope. Don't start thinking about that. No.

"Shit." You hissed softly under your breath while hastily wiping at the tears had escaped down your cheeks without permission.

Seriously why were you reacting like this? It wasn't like anything happened. He had run away. He was gone for now. You were safe and with Hopper. Why were you reacting like this?

"Y/N." Hopper said gently, bringing you out of your thoughts as you looked over at him.

He was still kneeling in front of you watching your every move and reaction carefully. He must have come to some kind of conclusion that he didn't like, and you had a sinking feeling that you knew what he was about to ask.

"You told me that you got a restraining order against him. You said that he was harassing you at work and stalking you off duty, yeah?" He asked and you sniffed with a small nod. "Okay. Can you tell me what else he did?"

His voice was so gentle, so soft. He was... holy shit, he was using his victim's voice. You had been with him during enough interviews and statements to recognise that gentle sympathetic voice he would use on alleged victims... you just never thought he would ever have to use the voice on you.

"I already told you everything." You answered, averting your gaze because even you couldn't believe your own words.

Hopper didn't need to know every single detail. He was your boss and your best friend, but he didn't need to know... you didn't want him to know.

"Y/N..." Hopper trailed off unsure how to finish that sentence.

"It's your day off tomorrow, right?" You asked, abruptly changing the topic.

"Uh, yeah, but wait-"

"Can you swing by the station during my lunch break and come to my house with me? I need to get some new clothes but don't want to go there alone." You admitted, lifting your head to meet Hoppers worried blue eyes.

"Of course. I'll pick you up at 12. But, Y/N, about Hank... you haven't told me everything, have you?" He asked, switching the topic back on track with ease.

Damn Hopper and his stupid police interview tactics.

"I'm actually getting tired. I think I might head to bed." You suddenly said, ignoring his question completely because although Hopper was good at his job, you were too and as such knew that you didn't have to answer any questions. "Goodnight, Hopper."

You got up from the couch and Hopper stood up from where he had been kneeling. You half expected him to grab your arm to stop you from walking away or to try and push the topic further, but to your own shock, he didn't.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

You laid awake in bed for the next few hours unable to sleep. The television was playing softly in the background from the main room as you laid there staring up at the ceiling.

Memories of that night at New York in the police stations shower block played on repeat through your mind. You could almost feel Hanks hands on your body. His fingers digging into your hair in effort to stop you from resisting. The distinct scent of his potent cologne. The way the bathroom mirror shattered against your forehead. The taste of your own blood on your tongue. The sound of your horse voice screaming at him to stop... his sickening grin when he realised you couldn't escape... it all came flooding back.

Every single memory was running on loop in your brain, and you couldn't shut it off. You couldn't sleep.

Hopper came to bed around midnight. You had your eyes closed and pretended to be asleep while he moved quietly around the bedroom and carefully slipped into bed beside you not wanting to wake you. His bare shoulder brushed against yours as he laid on his back, but he didn't move away, and that unintentional physical touch was a small comfort reminding you that you were safe with Hopper.

Hopper was safe.

You were safe here.

Eventually you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, you were blinking your eyes open to find daylight streaming in through the curtains.

Shit.

What was the time?

A quick look at your alarm clock had you sighing in relief because you weren't late for work. You leant over and switched your alarm off that was set to buzz in eight minutes.

Hopper was passed out beside you totally dead to the world as you silently got out of bed and glanced over at his sleeping form. The blanket over his body had pulled down during the night exposing his bare upper half dad bod.

You stood there for a few too many seconds to be considered normal while admiring his body before forcing yourself to turn away and get ready for work.

Hopper was not interested in you like that. He was your best friend. You needed to get over this stupid crush on him. Although, that crush had been there since the first day you met him in New York, so the chances of getting over it was probably non-existent. Great.

The girls were still asleep when you grabbed a piece of cold pizza from the fridge for breakfast. Well, you assumed they were asleep. The bedroom door was closed and there was no music, so you wandered around the kitchen quietly not wanting to wake them.

After eating the pizza, you grabbed your car keys and walked out the front door and went to work.

It was a normal day. The shift going by fairly quickly after a few traffic stops with Powell and a DUI with Callahan. Whilst on patrol with the guys, you kept an eye out for Hank but there was no sign of him around town.

12 o'clock came and went without any sign of Hopper. He had said he would come to take you to your house, but by 2pm there was still no sign of him. You called the house phone at the cabin but didn't get any answer and by the end of your shift he still hadn't shown up.

Figuring he must have been busy with El or something, you decided to drive out to the cabin to see if he was free to come to your house for 20 minutes. However, when you got to the cabin neither him nor El were home.

You waited an hour, but the sun was starting to set in the sky and if Hopper wasn't going to show up to help, you did not want to be alone at your house in the dark.

Screw it.

After eating another slice of pizza from the fridge you got back in the car and drove to your house to collect clean clothes.

There were no vehicles parked in front of your house. There were no people in your front yard and from what you could tell, the front door was shut and secure. There was no sign of Hank anywhere.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the keys out the ignition and climbed out the car before making your way towards your house. It was strange feeling so scared and on edge in your own home, but you reluctantly went inside anyway despite every bone in your body telling you to just go back to the cabin.

It would only take a few minutes to get some clothes.

You would be fine…

-

… you were in fact not fine.

-

"Deputy? Hey, hey, Deputy can you hear me?" An unfamiliar voice called out.

"Her name is Y/N."

That voice you knew.

Callahan.

Wait, what was he doing here? More importantly, where even were you?

"Y/N, I need you to wake up. Y/N?" The other voice continued to say as you forced your eyes open to find a blurry paramedic hovering above you. "That's it. Can you hear me?"

"W-what happened?" You asked, your voice coming out rougher than you expected.

The paramedic frowned, "you don't remember?"

You stared at him for a moment before you tilted your head to the side and began to take in your surroundings. This was your house. You were lying on the floor of your living room.

Why the fuck were you lying on the floor?

"What..." You began to say as you tried to sit yourself up but cut yourself off with a pained hiss.

"Easy. Easy. Just take it easy." The paramedic hurriedly insisted, gently easing you back down.

Your entire body ached in pain. It was impossible pinpoint exactly where the pain was coming from. Your whole body felt like it was on fire but numb at the same time.

"Is she going to be okay?" Callahan asked.

The absolute devastation in his voice had you glancing in his direction to find your fellow Deputy hovering behind the paramedic. You had never heard him sound so utterly helpless before while he stared down at you biting his thumb nail anxiously.

You opened your mouth to ask what happened again but then it all came flooding back.

Hank.

He was already inside your house when you entered. You hadn't even noticed at first, he remained hidden behind the couch and when you turned your back...

It all happened so fast.

One minute you were picking up a jacket off the back of a chair and the next thing you knew you were being slammed into the wall. Your forehead cracked on impact putting a hole through the dry wall. Blood instantly began falling down the side of your face matting in your hair and staining the collar of your work shirt.

Hanks sickening laughter erupted from behind you and your stomach dropped at the realisation of what was going to happen.

You had tried to fight. You had tried to get away, but you couldn't.

Hank was quick to unclip your duty belt from around your waist before you could grab your gun or baton. He tossed your belt across the room but not before you got a few good punches in.

"You've gotten stronger since we last did this." Hank observed, spitting out a mouthful of blood before he slammed his fist into the side of your ribcage, knocking the wind out of you.

You doubled over, grabbing your stomach as you struggled to get air back into your lungs. Hank used your distraction to his advantage and shoved you to the ground.

"You thought you could hide in bumfuck Indianna, and I wouldn't find you? I never lost you to begin with." Hank began to say, pinning you on your back against the rough carpet with your hands held above your head in a death grip. "I've been waiting for the right moment to see you again. To do this... again. To ruin you like you ruined my career."

"Get the fuck off!" You screamed, thrashing under his grip but he shifted himself on top of you. His knees either side of your waist while he kept your wrists pinned above your head with one hand.

"C'mon, I thought you learnt from last time." He chuckled, leaning down closer until his mouth was beside your ear and whispered, "I like it better when you fight."

Hank reached for his belt with his free hand, and your fight or flight instincts went out the fucking window and you froze instead. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't do anything. Your body was paralysed to the floor and there was nothing you could do when he began to reach for your pant zipper.

It all happened so fast.

It happened so fast yet so slow at the time.

You weren't sure how long it had been before there was a knock on your front door.

It was Callahan. He had seen your car parked out the front and came to see if you were okay knowing you had been living with Hopper since the soap incident.

You were fairly out of it by the time he realised something was wrong and broke through the front door. Hank was off your body and out the backdoor within a heartbeat and Callahan had... he had found you on the living room.

"Shit." You hissed softly, hot tears rising in your eyes as you remembered everything that had happened.

"She's going to be fine. But she needs to come back to the hospital. Her forehead needs stitches and... other injuries need looking at." The paramedic explained, glancing over his shoulder at Callahan who looked pale and terrified. "You can ride in the back of the ambulance if you want. Your partner took your work car, didn't he?”

"Uh, yeah, yeah Powell took off with the Cruiser. I can... ah, shit. I-I can't leave here, it's a crime scene now. I need to wait for the other officers to come in from recall to take over the scene. I... I will- I will come to the hospital after." Callahan hurriedly explained without taking a breath.

"He... he ran out the back door. He-" You mumbled but Callahan cut you off.

"I know. I know. It's okay. Powell is searching for him now as we speak, don't worry about any of that. I've tried to call the Chief, but I can't get a hold of him. I'll keep trying though." He reassured. "Everything is going to be fine, Y/N. I promise."

It was strange hearing those reassuring words from Callahan. He was always cracking jokes and teasing you at work. He was never serious or worried like this. Not with you. The two of you have had an almost brother-sister type relationship since you started at the Hawkins Police Department. He was a good friend, and you were relieved that he had shown up when he did, but at the same you kinda wished he hadn't because you never wanted him or anyone to see you like that. Ever.

The paramedics took you to Hawkins Hospital. Callahan remained at your house to guard the crime scene and you zoned out while the nurses and doctors ran their tests and scans.

Time blurred together on that hospital bed. Seconds ticking over into minutes. Minutes drifting into hours as you stared up at the classic cream paint on the ceiling above you.

Stitches were now covering the gash on the left side of your forehead. You hadn't seen yourself in a mirror yet but could feel the sting of a split lip and the tenderness around your left eye was telling you that it was going to bruise.

It could have been worse.

That was what the nurse kept telling you. It could have been worse. It could have ended worse. He could have hurt you worse.

That was all they were telling you and you hated it.

Yes, it could have been worse. But it was fucking worse enough as it was.

"We will have to monitor you tonight. Make sure there are no lingering effects from your head wound. But in the morning if everything is alright, you will be discharged." The nurse explained, looking up from the clipboard in her hand to meet your eyes.

You simply nodded at her words not having the energy to verbally respond and she must have noticed that too because she smiled sadly at you before leaving you to rest.

It wasn't long after that there was a gentle knock on your door and a moment later, Callahan stepped inside hesitantly. He looked exhausted. It was probably past midnight by now and he definitely should be at home in bed with his wife and not checking up on you, but here he was.

Neither of you said anything for a moment as Callahan walked further into the room. His worried eyes flashing over the injuries on your face.

"Did Powell find him?" You asked, breaking the silence.

He shook his head, "not yet. We got patrols searching the area though. We'll find him."

"Thank you for, uh, for..." You trailed off unable to finish that sentence, but Callahan caught on with what you wanted to say, and he instantly nodded.

"Of course. Is there anyone I can call for you?"

"Any luck with the Chief?"

He shook his head, "straight to voicemail. Sorry."

"Thanks for trying. I'll get discharged in the morning. I can contact him then, I'm fine." You dismissed, although those last two words were far from true, but Callahan didn't point that out.

"I'll swing by in the morning to pick you up, if you want?"

You were about to decline the offer out of impulse but then thought better of it. Your car was still at your house, and you had no way of getting there.

"That would be great. Thanks, Cal. Now go home." You said, nodding towards the door. "I'm fine here. Get some sleep, it looks like you need it."

"You saying I look like crap?" He asked raising his eyebrow.

You smirked ever so slightly, "obviously."

Callahan snorted softly, "thanks. You sure you'll be okay by yourself?" He asked seriously.

"I'm fine."

He gave you a levelled look that meant you were full of shit, but he didn't call you out on it. Instead, he reluctantly nodded and walked back to the door.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You looked over at him from where he had paused in the doorway.

"I'm always here for you, don't ever forget that."

You smiled softly at his words and nodded before watching him walk out the room closing the door behind himself.

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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: 2.5k

Major Trigger Warning- mentions of past SA, violence, guns, language.

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Chapter 13- if this is goodbye...

"After Sara I had to get away." Hopper suddenly started to say breaking the silence.

You remained curled up against his side, your face buried against his chest while he held you.

"I had to get away from that place. Had to outrun those memories, I guess." He continued to say quietly. "I mean, why do you think I ended up back in this shithole town?"

You didn't respond, but he didn't expect you to either. Your tears had long ago dried, but he kept holding you. And for the first time in a long time, you felt safe. You felt safe in his arms.

"What I'm trying to say is... I understand why you came to Hawkins to get away from that. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you when your past followed you here."

You tilted your head up towards him, but he was staring straight ahead looking anywhere but at you.

"It's not your job to protect me, Hop."

"Yeah, it is." He argued, sparing a quick glance down at you showing off the tears still shimmering in his eyes. "You're my Deputy. I'm responsible for you, but above all that, you're my best friend and I made a promise to not let that asshole hurt you again, and I failed."

"Hopper-"

"I should have protected you." His voice was heavy with shame, the same way his guilt weighed down upon his shoulders. He wiped his eyes with his free hand and let out a deep shaky breath before resting his head back against the brick wall.

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes after that. You didn't want to move out of Hoppers arms, and he clearly didn't want to let you go either, but you both knew that you had to go back inside and deal with this whole opening gate in Hawkins that Alexei knew about.

"Is it safe to come out?" Murray's voice suddenly shouted in the distance.

Hopper glanced down at you in his arms before looking in the direction of the man's voice.

"Yeah." He shouted back and a few seconds later Murray walked around the corner with two glasses of clear liquid.

"Figured you'd both could use a drink. Vodka?"

Hopper took one of the glasses without a word and skulled the mouthful of alcohol before you unwrapped yourself from around his side and took the other glass which Murray handed over with a gentle smile.

You nodded your thanks and down the drink welcoming the familiar burn of vodka.

"There's more inside if you guys are ready to come back in? Alexei has more details to share." Murray explained, turning on his heels and walking back towards the front door.

A few minutes later you were back on Murray's couch with another shot of Vodka while Alexei and Murray explained things in more details, including how to shut the opening gate.

Hopper re-laid all the information back to Doctor Owens... well, it was the phone number Owens had given him for emergencies and it wasn't Owens that answered. But Hopper told the person everything and requested military backup at Starcourt Mall. Whether the person on the phone believed everything he had just said is one thing and whether or not he passes it on to Doctor Owens was an entirely different thing.

"I should call Joyce and tell her what's going on." Hopper suddenly said, reaching for the phone on the table once again.

"What? Why?" You asked in confusion watching he grab the phone already dialling her number that he knew by heart.

"She's involved in this. She should know what's happening."

"No, you should keep this phone line open for when Owens calls." You argued not understanding the urgency for Joyce to know these details.

What was Joyce going to do? Was she going to go to Starcourt and take down the Russians by herself? Hell no.

"It will only take a minute." Hopper dismissed.

"Whatever." You huffed walking back to the kitchen and stealing another mouthful of Murray's vodka.

"Trouble in paradise?" Murray asked, raising his eyebrows as he motioned between you and Hopper.

"Don't know what you're talking about." You responded, screwing the cap back on the bottle.

Murray opened his mouth to argue but then Hopper walked into the kitchen, and he quickly shut his mouth.

"C'mon, we're heading back to Hawkins." He announced catching you by surprise.

"Why?" You asked in confusion because weren't you meant to wait by the phone for Doctor Owens to call?

"The kids are at the 4th of July festival and that is a stone's throw from Starcourt."

Good enough for you.

"Let's go then." You said, snapping into action.

You were back on the road within a few minutes. Murray and Alexei squished together in the back seat of the car while Hopper drove. The sun was beginning to set along the horizon, and it would be dark by the time you got back to Hawkins, but if the kids were at that festival, you had to find them.

-

Murray and Alexei remained in the car when you got to the festival. Hopper instructing them to go over the plans while you and him looked for the kids.

It turned out that finding the kids at this packed festival was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

"Hey, isn't that Karen Wheeler? Mikes mother?" You asked, pointing to the blonde woman who was entering one of the amusement rides.

"Yeah, let's see if she knows where the kids are." Hopper said, already heading straight over to the ride.

You weren't entirely sure what the ride was, but you flashed your Hawkins PD badge at the man by the gate who instantly let you and Hopper through without question. You stepped inside the large UFO shaped ride to find Karen inside with a bunch of other people.

"Karen Wheeler?" You called out, walking over to her.

The woman turned around at your voice and frowned a little in confusion when she saw you.

"Uh, what can I do for you Officer?"

"Have you seen the kids anywhere? The-the what do they call themselves? The party?" You asked causing the confusion to spread across her face even more.

"No, I-I haven't seen them. I don't think they're here yet. Why? Oh, God, what did Mike do now? Is he in trouble?" She asked sighing with a shake of her head.

"You three, up against the wall!" The lady by some kind of console in the centre of the ride ordered.

"They're not in trouble. But where are they?" Hopper clarified ignoring the other lady.

"Oh my gosh, I can hardly keep track these days. Uh, they were at, uh... Dustin's, then Lucas's, Max's... you know how it is, summer!"

You were about to ask further questions but then the ride door suddenly closed.

Oh, that ain't good.

"Last warning, you two. Up against the wall!" The worker by the control panel instructed.

"Hold the ride!" Hopper shouted back, but the woman shook her head.

"On your life, Magnum."

She pulled the lever on the control in front of her and the ride suddenly began to spin. Hopper quickly planted his back against one of the padded walls before he grabbed your hand and pulled you beside him.

Your back hit the padded wall just as the ride began to spin faster, and faster, and faster. You tilted your head up towards Hopper who met your gaze and squeezed your hand ever so slightly for silent comfort as the ride kept spinning rapidly.

Neither of you said anything nor did you release each other's hands as the ride continued to spin before eventually slowing down and coming to a stop a few minutes later.

"Hate is not a strong enough word for that ride." You muttered, Hopper still holding your hand as you walked out the UFO shaped hell ride.

Hopper snorted softly in amusement but didn't get a chance to respond.

"Jim! Jim! Y/N!" Murray's voice suddenly shouted, and you looked up to find him waving frantically in the distance at the two of you. "They got Alexei, Jim! Alexei! They got Alexei, Jim!"

Sudden dread filled your stomach. They got Alexei? Who the fuck was they?

"We gotta go." Hopper suddenly warned and just by the tone of voice alone, you knew it was bad.

You quickly looked up to find Hopper staring at someone off to the left and you followed his line of sight and spotted the terminator guy from earlier marching through the crowd towards you.

Ah, shit.

"We gotta go. Now."

Hopper's hand tightened around your own as he took off running in the opposite direction pulling you with him as you ran. However, you didn't get too far before you spotted another rough looking guy up ahead who seemed to be concealing something in his jacket.

Yeah, that was definitely a gun. Why bother hiding it like that if it's that obvious?

"Chief, there's another." You said, nodding in that other man's direction.

"Shit." Hopper cursed under his breath before diverting left, his hand still grasping yours tightly as you ran through the crowd and around food stalls. The people around you were completely oblivious to the Russian soldiers walking amongst them. They had no idea that anything was happening while you and Hopper ran for your lives.

More soldiers kept appearing at every turn and you very quickly realised that there was no way the two of you could outrun them, and Hopper seemed to realise that too. He came to a sudden halt in the middle of the crowd and let go of your hand before pulling out the car keys from his pocket and holding them out to you.

"Find Murray, get the car, bring it around back." He ordered, shoving the keys into your palm when you didn't take them.

"What- no. Hop, I'm not leaving you here. There's like six Russians with AK's walking around." You argued, grabbing his hand to stop him from running off.

"I can draw them away and give you time to get to the car. Now, go!"

"No! This feels like a goodbye. I am not leaving you here to die!" You snapped, angry tears rising in your eyes.

You have been through too much to lose Hopper. After everything that's happened you could not lose him. No way.

"Goodbye is always implied in this line of work. I guess I usually just put it out my mind. Maybe I shouldn't do that anymore." He began to say lifting his hand and cupping the side of your face with a gentle smile. "But if this is goodbye then..."

Hopper trailed off as he leant forward and captured your lips with his kissing you gently. Your body froze in absolute shock but only for a second before you lifted your hand and grabbed the back of his neck pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

A moment later Hopper pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he breathed heavily, "I just had to do that once before I die."

"You are not dying." You stated sternly, biting your now swollen lip.

He nodded against your head, "then meet me around the back with a car."

"Hop-"

"Do you trust me?" He asked, his beautiful blue eyes locking with yours.

"Always."

"Then go." He responded glancing over his shoulder at the terminator guy who was getting closer through the crowd before focusing back on you. "Run, Y/N!"

Every muscle in your body was screaming at you not to go, but instead, you nodded and reluctantly sprinted off in the opposite direction while you heard Hopper behind you shouting at the Russians, luring them to him.

Jesus Christ, Jim. You better know what you're doing.

You doubled back to where you had last seen Murray and to your relief, he must have spotted you running around the festival like a headless chicken standing out in your uniform because he was shouting your name.

Following Murray through the crowded festival he led you around the back of a food stall and your heart shattered when you saw Alexei's lifeless body slumped down against the back wall.

Alexei, no.

You skidded to your knees beside him and tilted his head up from his chin knowing that position would be blocking his airways, but he was unresponsive and that's when you saw the bullet wound through his chest.

"No." You whispered to yourself shaking your head in denial.

"I-I just left for a minute... for a corn dog. A stupid corn dog." Murray was saying from somewhere behind you, his voice sounding as sad as you felt.

You pressed your hand against the still bleeding wound and pressed your fingers of the other against his neck trying to locate a pulse but there was nothing.

Alexei was dead.

"We need to go." You declared standing up and looking down at your blood-stained hand before taking in a deep breath. "We need to get to the car and meet Hopper around the back. Now."

Murray stared at you for a moment before glancing down at Alexei's dead body and he simply nodded. For the first time in as long as you've known him, Murray didn't have anything to say, so you nodded for him to follow and took off running in the direction of the parking lot, leaving Alexei's body behind.

Somehow you ran into Joyce Byers on your way to the parking lot. She was the one who had told Hopper that the kids were here, and she came here to find them, but was unable to.

A few minutes later you, Murray and Joyce were in the car speeding the car down the backroad behind the festival barely looking at where you were driving while you scanned the area for Hopper.

"Where is he?" Murray questioned.

"I don't know! Keep looking, I'll do another lap." You said once you reached the end of the festival.

Spinning the wheel, you turned the car around 180 degrees and sped back down the road you were just on until Hopper suddenly sprinted out from behind the back of one of the amusement rides.

"There!" Murray shouted the exact moment you saw him.

Slamming on the brakes, the car came to a rapid halt in the middle of the dirt road. Hopper ran over and jumped into the backseat not bothering to open the door of the convertible, and you took off down the road in the opposite direction of the festival.

"Alexei?" Hopper asked, glancing between you and Murray before looking over at Joyce in surprise at her presence.

You shook your head silently and Hopper's expression dropped before a Russian suddenly started speaking through the walkie talkie that he was holding.

"Hey, translate." Hopper instructed handing a walkie talkie to Murray.

Murray took the walkie without a word, and you realised that Hopper must have gotten it from one of the soldiers. Did that mean the terminator guy was finally dead? God, you hoped so.

The person kept speaking in Russian through the walkie but whatever they were saying, Murray clearly didn't like.

"What is it?" You asked hesitantly, glancing over at him before focusing back on the road as you drove.

"The kids are at the mall." Murray began to inform before he glanced over his shoulder at Hopper and Joyce. "The Russians are closing in on them."

"Not on my watch." You declared putting your foot down on the gas as you spun the car around in the direction of Starcourt Mall. 

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❥ when everyone splits into groups to search the woods for that missing kid, hopper somehow ended up stalking the night with you by his side.

❥ you followed a bit slower behind him, the yelling of other voices searching the woods starting to fade in the distance.

❥ the woods began to get dark and you pushed yourself up against hopper’s side making him arch a brow at you. 

❥ hopper tried to ignore the tightening of his pants as you clung to him, every small sound making you jump.

❥ a cold breeze made its way between your legs and hopper could feel you shivering.

❥ “why would you wear a skirt to this?”

❥ “i didn’t think we’d be out here this long.”

❥ hopper slides off his warm jacket and drapes it around your shoulders. 

❥ you both make eye contact as his fingers brush against your shoulders. you gulp, watching his muscles move under his tight uniform top.

❥ hopper clears his throat and continues walking.

❥ “maybe we should head back?” you offered, cold and scared. 

❥ “we still have so much ground to cover. maybe you shouldn’t have split up with the chief of police.”

❥ your core warmed at his title, remembering just who you were roaming the woods with.

❥ he sees your eyes hooded and sad. if only you weren’t cold. then you’d be fine to walk with him all night.

❥ hopper halts and stares at you. you look up in confusion, wondering what he’s thinking. 

❥ his eyes go dark. “i know what will warm you up. but you won’t like it.”

❥ you eye him. “try me.” 

❥ hopper bends over and motions for you to jump on his back. you feel your face heat profusely. you shyly jump on.

❥ he was right. your chest pressed against his warm body and his arms hooked around your legs warms you right up. 

❥ you cling tightly to him, holding the flashlight over his shoulder so he can hold onto both of your legs. 

❥ hopper readjusts you, his hands snaking under your skirt without him realizing and a bit too close to your bum. your core aches.

❥ when you hear a branch break in the distance, you push yourself flat against hopper, your free hand wrapped against his chest. he can feel your hardened nipples pressed against his back and he tries to calm his breathing.

❥ “you always this jumpy?”

❥ as you keep waking, your legs hook around hopper’s waist, trying to keep yourself from slipping off of him. you don’t realize your foot’s placement until hopper clears his throat. “kid…”

❥ you rest your head on his shoulder, your cheeks almost touching. “hm?”

❥ “do ya… uhm... mind moving your foot?”

❥ you arch your brow and look down over his chest to see the way your foot was hooked by his belt and rubbing against his crotch with each step. 

❥ completely embarrassed you pull your foot back and try to slide off his back.

❥ “it’s fine, kid.” hopper tries to tell you. his hands still holding your legs as you try to push off of him. you struggle against him and his hand finds your ass, pulling you against his back. 

❥ “hopper!” 

❥ he finally drops you and spins around, “i didn’t mean to—“ he realizes how close he is to you, your back pressed up against a tree. your face is hot and you’re panting, your skirt hiked up from the struggle. 

❥ you stare at one another for a moment. an owl hoots in the stance and you jump, closing your eyes. hopper uses that time to press himself up against you. 

❥ you feel his hard on pressed to your thigh and you drop the flashlight in your hand.

❥ “chief…” you mumble. 

❥ hopper can’t help it anymore, he grabs your waist and pulls you up to him, and leans your back against the tree.

❥ you gasp as he pushes your skirt all the way up, your eyes still wide in shock as the chief of police pushes your underwear to the side. 

❥ he rubs his finger along your soaking slit a few times before losing all self-control and pulling his cock out for you.

❥ he thrusts into you and your nails dig into his back. 

❥ you moan loudly as he bottoms out.

❥ hopper pounds into you relentlessly, leaving bruises on your hips and back.

❥ the sound of your wet pussy as hopper slides into you echos against the trees. 

❥ the sun is mostly set now and a warm light flickers across hopper's face.

❥ hopper swears and grunts as he fills you up. without warning, he comes inside of you. he doesn’t stop rutting into you until every last drop of his seed fills you. 

❥ your legs are shaking around him, your fingers clenching against hopper’s jacket that’s draped around you.

❥ when hoppers sets you down, there’s sound of footsteps approaching you. a few other people show up and stare at the two of you out of breath. 

❥ “we heard screaming.” 

❥ they eye you both uncomfortably as hopper tries to catch his breath and appear casual. the others see the flashlight on the ground and the disheveled leaves beneath your feet.

❥ you both shamefully walk back, exiting the woods knowing those couple of people definitely knew hopper just fucked the shit out of you. 

❥ the next night when the search party ensues again, hopper grabs your hand and pulls you off with him. he doesn’t care if people see. he’s been thinking about your warm cunt all day and wants to bury himself inside you again, whether you like it or not. 

❥ before long, barely out of sight of the others, hopper pushes you to the ground.

❥ you try to act like you don’t want this, but you were already soaking wet. 

❥ conveniently, you wore a skirt again. you were on all fours and you heard hopper undoing his belt. 

❥ he soon finds his way into you, pushing your head down and pulling your ass up to meet his hips. 

❥ he fucks you into the ground, your hair entangling with leaves. he groans loudly and you can feel tears welling in your eyes as you moan. 

❥ hopper comes inside you with loud growls, filling you up like before. he almost wishes his seed would take hold.

❥ he looks down and watches you twitch beneath him, his come leaking out around his cock.

❥ when you stand up, your legs are trembling and hopper helps brush you off. he bends down and motions for you to jump on. 

❥ his warm hands hold you close as he carries you the rest of the night. your head resting against his shoulder. 

my comfort reading of the day

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ nsfw abcs for jim hopper. [if you don't know what the nsfw abcs are, it's basically a quick list of headcanons for each letter of the alphabet on how i think jim would act in said prompt]

pairing ‧₊˚➛ jim hopper x gn!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut, mention of kinks, sex acts, fantasies, oral sex, the whole nine yards. mostly gn!reader. a few afab terms like breeding kink and implying reader can get pregnant. fingering. reader mentioned wearing a skirt once. degradation kink. praise kink. dominate!jim.

w.c.‧₊˚➛3208

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ had fun doing this. feel free to request other characters for me to do this for.

masterlist. navi.

[ A ] aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jim will do anything you need after sex. Want to just cuddle? He’ll hold you in his arms all night. Need a shower? He will carry you there. Sore? He’ll give you a massage (and even an ice pack when needed, though he always feels bad when he’s so rough). 

Always the gentleman, of course he’ll clean you up right after. He doesn’t care if it’s a hook-up or a long-term relationship, he’s not just going to roll over and be done with it. He’s grabbing his t-shirt or fetching a towel and wiping you down before you even have the chance to say anything. 

He’s also super into praising. Even if the sex you just had was dirty and rough, afterwards he can’t help but be sweet and gentle, telling you how beautiful you look. How good you are to him. How amazing you felt. How much he just wants to be with you forever. Placing small kisses on your forehead and cheeks. 

[ B ] body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jim Hopper is a thighs guy. Don’t get me wrong, he loves your ass and chest too, but your thighs?! He goes crazy. Loves squeezing them and rubbing them. He loves when you wear stockings that make your thighs billow at the sides. And when you wear shorter skirts and/or shorts, he’s done for. Especially if you’re sitting down because of course that makes your thighs accentuated. He’s always resting a hand on the top of your thigh. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most of the time.

On himself? Hopper’s pretty self conscious, but you’ve convinced him that his dad bod is hot hot hot. Even if he doesn’t believe it himself all the time, he smirks whenever he’s wearing his shirt a little bit more unbuttoned than usual (or unbuttoned all together) because you’ll be all over him. And he loves it when you get handsy.  

[ C ] cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

My man loves to come inside you. But he would never beg you to let him. He doesn’t even bring it up. He is always cautious and uses a condom. Eventually you tell him he doesn’t have to wear one, but he has to pull out. He doesn’t bat an eye and does as you say, happy you came to this conclusion on your own. 

One day, in the middle of sex, right before he’s about to come, he asks “where do you want me?” and you reply “inside me.” He’s caught completely off guard and quickly double checks with you on what you just said. Then he finishes deep inside you and groans like a wild fucking animal, loving the way he seeps out of you. Sex is never the same after that for either of you. There’s just something about the way this man likes to fill you up. And you love to feel his warm seed drip out of you. 

[ D ] dirty secret 

This is something he’ll never tell you because he’s embarrassed and he thinks it’s wrong (though it’s pretty vanilla all things considered). But after he first met you, he was completely entranced. He never thought someone like you would ever be into someone like him. He couldn’t get you out of his mind. So much so that you started popping into his head while he was jerking off. He tried to block you out, he felt bad knowing you two barely knew each other and here he was, imagining what it would feel like to be buried inside you. Eventually, he just gave in, and he pictures you almost every time to get off now.

[ E ] experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced enough. He’s had multiple hook-ups, he was even married for a time. But he still hasn’t done a lot of shit. So it’s never dull in the bedroom. Plus, he’s completely obsessed with you, so sex is amazing every time no matter what.

And he’s pretty fucking good. He listens to you and wants to do what pleases you, and honestly, that makes him better in bed than most of the people you’ve been with. Whatever you want, he’ll do it. He always wants you to finish first. He learns exactly what you like, memorizes your body and where you react the most. He is pretty proud of the fact that he can make you come in under 5 minutes if needed. 

[ F ] favorite position

He wants to say missionary because of the perfect view. You can kiss. He can see your chest glowing with beads of sweat. He can see the way your bodies are connecting if he looks down. You’re able to cling onto him and dig your nails into his back. He can hit you pretty hard in this position too. He can bury his face in your neck. He loves squishing you into the mattress and watching you squirm beneath him. It’s just an overall great position. 

But….. he goes crazy when you ride him. He loves watching you take control. (but usually he only lets you do that in the beginning, things always end with him dominating you.) He loves being able to squeeze and hold your ass and thighs. He can watch you roll your eyes into the back of your head and throw your head backward in ecstasy. He just loves seeing you pleasure yourself on him at your own pace. 

And of course, he loves to bend you over and fuck you as hard as he can sometimes. What can I say? My man is versatile. 

[ G ] goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jim can definitely be goofy. He loves making little silly comments that make you giggle. Or little remarks like “Oh, did you want something, sweetheart?” while you’re basically on your knees begging him to fuck you. 

But most of the time he’s pretty serious. He tends to get a bit deep and gruff when he’s with you. He’s so focused on pleasing you and watching you unravel underneath him that there’s no time for humor. He turns into dark!hopper whenever he’s turned on. (pheeewwww) 

[ H ] hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jim is somewhat hairy. His chest, happy trail, the works. He keeps it mostly natural and god do you love it. His lower region he keeps clean and well groomed for you though. When he’s single he doesn’t care, but when he’s with you?! He gets nervous just the same as you do and wants to make sure he looks good. 

[ I ] intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romantic!!! Jim is so sensual and romantic when you get intimate. He likes to take his time and roam your entire body. He’s slow and passionate. He wants you to be crying out because he’s fucking you so good. However, once you get a little closer with him, occasionally he can get a bit aggressive (of course only when you consent). But he can’t control himself and sometimes he’ll slam you against a wall and take you. Or call you dirty names while making your eyes water from him face fucking you. He’s even been known to ‘punish’ you on occasion. 

[ J ] jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s just like every other dude and jacks off regularly. But once you enter his life, he holds off. He knows how much better he’ll feel finishing with you around him rather than his own hand. And the build-up makes everything better. It’s why sometimes he’ll finish a bit prematurely, because he hasn’t gotten off in over a week, just waiting to have you moaning beneath him. 

[ K ] kinks

Size kink. Oh lord. I think it goes without saying that my guy loves knowing he’s so much bigger than you. He loves having to bend over to be eye level with you. He loves how small you look while you’re straddled on top of him. He loves all the faces you make when he fills you up, knowing you’ve never had anyone quite as big as Jim. He loves being able to throw you around a bit. Loves seeing your tiny hand wrap around his cock. Loves intertwining your fingers, your hand getting lost in his. He embraced his size and absolutely loses his mind at all these little details. 

Breeding kink. Yeah… He loves coming inside you, and why do you think that is? Yes it feels so good, but he loves the idea of getting you pregnant. Whether or not he’s actually ready for (or even wants) more kids is besides the point. He just can’t get over the idea of his seed taking hold. (and he loves a little role play—he likes it when you pretend you don’t want him to finish inside you, but he does it anyway…) 

This one kind of goes with the next prompt (location). He likes exhibitionism. Mainly in the sense that he likes the idea of almost getting caught. He wants people to know you’re his. If you still live at home, he wants to fuck you in your bedroom, the thrill of having to be quiet so your parents don’t catch you both drives him crazy. He’s even pulled over on the side of the road to fuck you. It was late and no one was on the road, but the idea of someone driving by and catching the chief of police…. 

[ L ] location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes the classics: a bed. He likes the room to be able to do what he wants with you, so having you sprawled out on his mattress is the best thing.

His truck. His fucking truck. Loves when you ride him. It’s a tight fit so usually you have to be the one on top, and he loves seeing you so close against him while you try not to hit the roof of his truck. Every time you wear skirts (if you wear them), it seems to happen. He also lives for the thrill of being caught a little bit. He wants everyone to know how desperate you are to have him.

His office. It definitely made him nervous at first, but bending you over his work desk and fucking the shit out of you while his coworkers are down the hall is so hot to him. Usually, he’s pretty good at keeping quiet and making you stay quiet, but he has gotten carried away before while fucking you against the wall, then knocked over all his shit on his desk. When you left, the others could definitely tell what just happened. 

[ M ] motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. I mean, once Hopper really falls for a person, it seems like he turns into a sex addict. Not really, but he just can never seem to have enough of you. You definitely use that to your advantage and make sure to wear outfits you know to drive him crazy when you’re both out. He gets really quiet and is just waiting until you get back to his truck so he can punish you for teasing him. 

[ N ] no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like BDSM. He just doesn’t get the love around hurting your partner. You asked him to choke you once, and he was okay with that. He liked seeing his big hand wrap easily around your neck. And a little slap on the ass is good too, but he doesn’t like anything more than that. He does, however, unintentionally leave bruises on you. He doesn’t always remember how much bigger he is than you and will lose track of himself and not realize how tight he’s holding you or how forceful he pushed you against the wall. He definitely prefers to be gentle. 

[ O ] oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Who doesn’t like to get their dick sucked? He loves when you go down on him, but he definitely prefers to come inside you instead of your mouth. Nothing compares to how that feels. But he does love seeing you on your knees, struggling and choking around his cock. 

He loves giving. Your legs wrapped around him, your fingers pulling at his hair? Yeah, he’s obsessed with that. Loves seeing you squirm and buck into his mouth. The fact that he’s causing all that is enough to make him come himself. He’s been known to jack off/rub against the bed while his head is between your legs and making himself come the same time you do. 

[ P ] pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Sometimes he just wants to fuck you real slow, your bodies pressed flat against one another, leaving kisses along your jaw and lips. His growls are usually deep and long. He loves torturing you too. You’ll buck against him, begging him to go faster, but he’ll hold you down, telling you to be patient. 

And sometimes he wants to go slow, but he can’t help it and ends up being a bit rough. And a lot of the times Jim is fast and rough, bending you over, grabbing your hips tightly, thrusting into you hard and fast. His groans and growls are loud and constant. 

[ Q ] quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He definitely likes to take his time, even when he fucks you fast and hard. There’s usually a lot of build-up. Foreplay is all about you. He loves teasing you, touching you, slowly stripping you, fingering you until you’re bucking against his hand. But he doesn’t mind a good quickie. You turn him on so much, that sometimes he can fuck you in his truck or his office in under 5 minutes. 

[ R ] risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nothing crazy, but he likes the idea of being caught as mentioned previously. He’s fucking you against his truck in the dark parking lot, in his office, at your house when your parents are home, on the side of the road. He almost hopes someone sees. He wants everyone to know how good he fucks you. And sometimes people are in disbelief that someone like you is with him, and he wants them to see just how much you want and beg for it. 

[ S ] stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a long time if needed, but usually he comes relatively quickly. He mastered the art of riling you up just enough so when he finally enters you, you both come at the same time even though he doesn’t last long. 

He usually can go for 2 rounds, but if you’re really horny, you can make him go as many rounds as you want. It’s easy to get him going again when he’s so attracted to you. 

[ T ] toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I’m going to assume that toys weren’t that popular in the 80s?! Or maybe just more taboo? Either way, hopper has nothing against them, but he doesn’t need them. He can make you come easily without them. Even if you’re someone who’s struggled to climax in the past, Hopper makes it his mission to make you feel as good as possible. 

However, he would find it extremely hot if he ever caught you using a toy (or just masturbating in general). 

[ U ] unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, boy, does Hopper like to tease you. He absolutely loves when you whine and complain. It turns him on so much. He loves when you act like a little brat. And you’ve been known to tease him, especially in public, and he’ll make sure to get his revenge. But yeah, Hop loves making you beg for it. He’ll finger you and then stop abruptly as you whine and cry for him to keep going. And he will eventually (he doesn’t like the idea of leaving you hanging) but he waits until you are begging for it. Pleading on your knees that you’ll be a good girl. 

[ V ] volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

OH man. Here we go! Hopper is loud by nature. His voice his deep and booming. It’s enough to make someone jump. And he definitely sounds how you’d expect during sex. He grunts a lot, growls, and groans. He's pretty vocal in his moaning. It’s hard for you both to have sneaky, quiet sex because Hopper is the one making way too much noise. You’ve often had to cover his mouth with your hand to try and keep his voice at bay. He’s even loud when he’s going down on you. He’ll be humming and groaning as you squeeze your thighs around his head. He can’t help it. 

[ W ] wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hopper is pretty obviously a dom. He is always in control (for the most part) and loves dominating you. But once, you had decided to try something different. You demanded that he got on his knees. Hopped eyed you suspiciously, one of his eyebrows raising, and debated on whether to listen to you or not. Reluctantly, he did what you said. You instructed him not to touch you while you took what you wanted from him. Jim tried to not listen a few times and reach up to touch you, but you slapped his hand away. You degraded him, called him a bad boy. That certainly made Hopper tingle. By the end of things, he was crying out for you, begging you to let him finish, his hands digging into the mattress. 

This isn’t something he’s always game for, but from time to time, he likes to be your bitch for the night. 

[ X ] x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean… he’s definitely big. I’d say 8-10 inches. Big. And his girth is….. yeah… Enough to make you have to adjust every time you have sex. 

[ Y ] yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a normal sex drive for someone his age. However, once you two are together, it definitely skyrockets. He’s always yearning for you. It’s rather frustrating because he thought he had gotten past that time in his life when he was uncontrollably horny. He’s even gotten hard at work just thinking about you. He hasn't had an uncontrollable boner since his twenties. It’s out of control how easily you get him going. 

[ Z ] zZz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Rather quickly. Jim works a lot, so he’s usually tired, duh. He’ll always make sure to take care of you after though. And he likes to cuddle with you until you both fall asleep. But he’s usually snoring before you even shut your eyes with his arm draped around you. If you try and roll over, his arm stops you, pulling you into his chest even though he’s fast asleep.