Boys, I Think I’m In Love.. // Jim Hopper x Reader
•Request: Do you think you could do a Stranger Things request? If so then could you do something like Jim Hopper x reader with Hopper trying to get a date with the reader who isn’t like most of the single women in town and keeps avoiding him (like they’re really really shy/introverted/(anxiety and stuff) and works from home, maybe like an artist or writer) but it all ends good? Thank you! I love your writing!!
•Warnings: just some good ole fluff with good ole Hopper
((Thank you!! Also this got a bit long, I got carried away writing it ^_^; ))
You opened your eyes to your alarm ringing, reluctantly sitting up and turning it off. When you finally got up and ready for your day where you would start working through some commission pieces, and maybe even some writing, but before you could you realized that you ran out of some paint. Groaning out, you slowly went to actually get ready to go out and buy some more, something you did not look forward to. After taking a quick shower and deciding you looked somewhat presentable, you left the house and started walking to the store. You didn’t take the car this time just because you needed a bit of fresh air.
Once you got to the store, you went straight for the paint section, looking for the simple bottles of acrylic which you had run out of. While you stood there looking through your options, you noticed a figure in the corner of your vision. Looking up you saw Chief Hopper standing there. Immediately your face flushed and when he gave you a grin and waved, you gave him a light wave in return, focusing back on your paints. You hurried to grab what you needed and quickly started walking back to the front of the store.
“Good morning Y/N, I see you’re doing some more painting huh.” Hopper stated as you passed by.
“A-ah yes I’m doing some more p-painting.. it was uh.. it was nice seeing you..” you replied, your face now a bright red from having to talk to the nice, rather handso- no no, you had to hurry back home now. You quickly paid for everything, grabbing your bags full of paint and tried to make it out of the door before you embarrassed yourself.
“Hey Y/N..” you stopped and slowly turned back to see Hopper standing there. “You know it might be a bit of a struggle walking back to your house with those bags and such.. why don’t I give you a ride back?” He offered.
Now you were stuck. You couldn’t say no to this rather generous offer, he was being very kind… but at the same time you knew you would most likely do something to ruin it. However the more important part was his kindness, and you couldn’t pass that up, so you slowly let yourself nod.
“Wonderful, here let me help you with those.” Hopper took the bags from your hands and set them down in the back of his car before opening the door for you.
“T-thank you very much..” you replied, giving him a small smile before climbing into the car. Hopper got in after you, taking his hat off and setting it on the dash before pulling out.
You sat there quietly, not really knowing what to say or do. You glanced over at him and studied him for a moment, looking over his rather rugged appearance, but at the same time you had to admit that he wasn’t unattractive, plus he seemed very nice.
“So Y/N, what have you been working on?” Hopper questioned, trying to get you talking more. He had never met someone so quiet, and well, shy. You reminded him slightly of Eleven when he first met her, not talkative at all, although you were much more reserved and quiet in general. Then he decided that you were like a deer in headlights, very jumpy around people.
“Oh ah, just a few c-commissions and some p-personal projects…” you flushed more at your stuttering, hating how nervous you got around people. Your hands clutched at your bag, seeming to grasp anything familiar to bring some type of comfort.
“Maybe you could show me some time, I’ve heard some good opinions on how your art is.. I’m not too good at art myself, but I think I could recognize some good pieces.” He responded, a light grin on his face as he thought of it. Hopper looked over to see you staring at him, causing your face to go an even deeper red and therefore making him chuckle.
“I-I could show y-you.. some pieces o-once I’m finished..” you murmured in return, messing with your keys in your hand. You heard him chuckle again, a rather light, yet still hearty sound and found yourself smiling a bit more, but still not gaining more confidence. You saw that you were now outside your house, and relief flooded your body.
“Sounds great, how about I drop by tomorrow? We could maybe go get coffee or some-“ He was interrupted by you jumping out the car and grabbing the bags.
“That uh, that s-sounds g-good.. I uh.. I’ve got t-to go..” you practically ran to your door, stumbling as you walked through it before slamming the door shut. Breathing heavily against it.
Outside Hopper sighed and rubbed his head with his hands. He had no idea what he had done or what to think of you. Pulling away from your house, he shakes his head, not used to such a challenge when trying to get close to someone. He gets back to the police station, grumpily walking back to his office.
“Having some lady troubles there chief?” Callahan snickered, watching Hopper frown in return.
“Why do you ask that?” Hopper questioned, his voice rather low.
“Well someone forgot to turn their radio off, seems Ms. Y/N has got you in a twist, can’t handle one who won’t fall into your arms that easily? Also I think that it seems like someone’s starting to fall in love~” Callahan was now just laughing after saying that in a song-song voice until Powell smacked the side of his head. Hopper just said nothing and walked into his office, thinking of what he was to do with you. After all he wasn’t exactly just trying to get another one-night stand.. he saw something curious in you, after all you were different than most people in town.
Back at your house, you were busy pacing back and forth, confused as to why the Chief found any interest in you, and also stressing about tomorrow. You couldn’t believe you agreed to grab coffee, after all that meant going out… maybe you could convince him to have coffee at your house? Then it would save you a little stress and would allow you to show him the art work, two birds with one stone. You walked over to the phone and dialed the number for the police office, not knowing his personal phone number.
“Hawkins police station, may I help you?” The voice of the secretary came through and you almost thought about just hanging up, but you knew you had to tell him the slight change.
“Ah yes… m-may i please speak with uh.. Chief Hopper?” You finally got out, waiting for her response. Through the phone the sound of the secretary’s voice yelling at Hopper to answer his phone in order to transfer your call.
“Sorry about that sweetie, takes a moment for him to answer the phone.” You smiled slightly at how nice the secretary sounded before listening to a series of clicks as the call was transferred to apparently the one in his office.
“Y/N? Is that you?” The sound of his voice brought your flush back and you couldn’t believe how easily he got you nervous and also slightly happy?
“Ah yes.. s-so about the coffee t-thing.. I was uh.. thinking that maybe we c-could stay at m-my house for coffee and then y-you could look at the art you w-wanted to see..” you replied, your voice shaking the entire time and you shook your head at how embarrassing you most likely sounded.
“That sounds great Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow after I get off my shift.” Hopper replied, and if you were beside them at this time, you would see him smiling rather widely.
“A-Alrighty.. have a n-nice night and drive s-safe tomorrow…” you hung up and just buried your face into your pillow, groaning at what you got yourself into, but also felt the start of a few butterflies of excitement appear in your stomach.
The next day went by quickly, Hopper couldn’t stop thinking about you and hoped everything would go well, and you couldn’t stop thinking about what you had just gotten yourself into, but also hoped it would go well. Hopper went through the day listening to Callahan and Powell’s remarks on his good mood before he left and practically ran out the door once he could. While he was at work you were busy tidying up throughout the day, also checking that you had everything for coffee, and even baking a few desserts to enjoy. Finally around 7:45 you heard the doorbell ring and went to answer it.
“Good evening Chief..” you said once you opened the door, smiling slightly as you let him in.
“Please call me Jim….. what’s that I smell?” He questioned, looking around at the smell of dessert.
“Oh I baked a few things to go with the coffee… just wanted to have a little something so it’s not just one thing that we’re eating.. drinking? I uh.. sorry..” you flushed before leading him to the couch, telling him to sit and you would grab the coffee and food. Once you sat the tray filled with cookies and all sorts of little desserts, you saw Hopper’s eyes widen.
“Oh man Flo is not gonna be happy…. but screw the diet.” He reached over and tried a chocolate chip cookie, showing his satisfaction in a moaning sound, which made you blush harder.
“I’m uh.. glad you like them, I was worried you might not have been too hungry.” You sat down beside him, taking a sip of coffee and relaxing slightly with the warm drink in your hands.
“These are amazing… thank you for going out of your way to make them.” He smiles over at you, causing you to giggle at his happiness over a few simple cookies and desserts.
“I-it’s no problem, I don’t mind making them.” You smiles back at him, feeling less nervous in the comfort of your house.
Suddenly a large racket happened and it sounded like a few things got knocked over onto the floor in another room. Hopper instantly stood with a hand over his holster and you just shook your head. You told him to sit back down and went into another room, the sound of you scolding someone making him curious. Hopper walked after you and looked over your shoulder to see that you.. were scolding a cat.. who had knocked everything off a table. The cat just turned away and went back to it’s own business so you turned around and ran straight into Hopper. Well more of Hopper’s chest. He grabbed your arm before you could stumble back, making you look up at him with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry about that Hopp- I mean Jim.. I was just uh.. scolding my cat..” you scratched the back of your head before the two of you walked back to the couch.
“Hey why don’t you show me your artwork? And then we can finish up our coffee and call it a night.. I don’t wanna cause you anymore stress..” it was now his turn to give you a sheepish smile and caused you to let out a grin.
“Well.. I can show you m..my art work, then we can.. enjoy the re-rest of this before you have to leave..” you responded, your voice a lot calmer as time went on.
“I don’t mind that at all.” Hopper chuckled as you went to another room, watching you disappear into it before reappearing with a Canvas and a sketchbook.
“Ah here.. are some examples o-of my work..” you showed them to him, your nervousness appearing again at the sight of him looking over them all.
“These.. are really good Y/N, you really have a talent!” He grinned while looking through the sketchbook, praising the artwork. Then he paused on a page and your face turned bright red, not realizing you had given him the sketchbook that had a few doodles of him in it.
“A-ah sorry.. I didn’t realize.. that I gave you that.” You returned the canvas and sketchbook once Hopper was done, your face still flushed.
“Hey Y/N, you know I’m not mad right? Those were really good and now I can say that I was someone’s muse once.” He chuckled again, easing your nerves.
The rest of the night went smoothly.. well however smooth it could get when it involved you. Throughout the last hour you were able to open up a bit more, letting the conversation flow without much awkwardness. Then once it got late enough, you began to yawn. Hopper took this as a sign that it was quite late and stood up.
“This night has been really nice Y/N, we should do it again.” He grinned and the two of you walked to the door, saying your goodbyes. Then Hopper leaned over and kissed your cheek, his beard scratching it softly before he walked back to his car, leaving you with a blushing face once more.
The next day you realized Hopper had left his hat on your coat stand, feeling bad you decided to go down to the station and return it. You walked in nervously, clutching the hat.
“E-excuse me, is Hopper h-here?” You questioned the lady behind the desk, figuring this was the Flo he was talking about.
“He’s in his office right now, you can just go right in.” At her words you nodded and lightly knocked on the door before walking in, the sight of you making Hopper sit up.
“Y/N! I wasn’t expecting you here.” He smiled at you and you help your hand out for him to have his hat.
“You uh.. left this at my place and forgot to grab it once you finished your coffee.. so I decided to return it.” You looked down before leaning over the desk and kissing his cheek in return.
“Maybe we can have another coffee.. uh.. date..” you added, blushing before waving at him as you walked out.
Hopper was dazed for a moment before suddenly running out after you, not realizing that you had gotten out a lot quicker than he thought you would. He looked over and saw the grinning faces of Callahan and Powell, almost like two Cheshire cats.
“Boys, I think I’m in love…” Hopper just shook his head and walked back to his office, ignoring the laughing of the two deputies.