Sleepover / Jim Hopper Imagine
Request: Could I have a request where the reader is El’s babysitter? Hopper has a crush on her. When he gets home, he sees El and her asleep together. He’s just like “That is the cutest shit I have ever seen.” Maybe in the morning El, Hopper and the reader are eating breakfast and El is just like “So... There is this new restaurant and movie that the reader wants to go to but, she doesn’t want to go alone.” The reader gets super flustered and El just smirks because her plan is working. Thank you! :)
Thank you!! I need to write more for Stranger Things and show my love for Jim XD <3
All comments are much appreciated!
Dumping your overnight bag next to Eleven’s rucksack by the front door, you sighed a little sadly to yourself as El grabbed your hand and pulled you into her room.
‘Don’t sigh too loudly’, El announces with a small smirk.
‘Dude, is your dad ever at home?’
‘...Isn’t that why you’re here?’
El’s bedroom was furnished on a meagre budget but if was full of more warmth than you had seen in many years, it truly felt like home. The wood panelled walls have been painted an off green colour, a pair of dim yellow see through curtains covering the window, and one lone poster covering the side wall by El’s double bed, but the comics that littered the floor were a welcome and familiar sight. A few bracelets littered the picture of her and Hopper that sat on the pine bedside table, the lamp wobbling as you bump your hip onto it as you collapse down onto the bed, your face smooshing into the plush striped duvet as El lies down next to you giggling, placing one hand behind her head. She starts to become fidgety, slightly bored as you pretend to snore, until finally she pokes you constantly on the shoulder.
‘I like your outfit’, you manage to murmur out as you roll over to face her, the black suspenders a nice contrast against the block pattern of her mustard shirt.
‘Thanks, it’s bitchin’, El replies as her feet land over your legs.
‘You know, I have the nicest eye shadow to go with that, if you want to try it on.’
El nods hesitantly as you run out to get your bag, kneeling down next to her and laughing as she flinched slightly away from your brush. A few hours later, extract from rose petals were had been used as rouge while a stick of kohl had gently lined her eyes with black powder. You finalised the look with pearl earrings fastened to her ears and a neon headband placed over her wavy hair. The bangles danced on her arm like the hoops of a magician, playfully tinkling and sliding from her forearm to her hand, where they rested halfway between her knuckles and her wrist as the two of you danced around the room without a care in the world, Madonna blaring against the walls and making them shake, and for a moment you were thankful Jim wasn’t home. The dim bedroom lights were twinkling with every step as El spun in delicate circles in your open arms, her feet sliding against the floor in the way any normal teenager’s would.
You hadn’t even realised the two of you had collapsed onto the bed until you’re woken awake by an elbow slamming into your ribs, fluttering your eyes open painfully to see El murmur slightly in her sleep, the makeup slightly smudged around her eyes as she turns on her side to face you, unconscionably burying herself further into the warmth of your arms. Placing your chin on top of her head, you sigh happily before letting your eyes fall shut again and sleep take you down into a content dream.
You’ve slipped into dreams again before you hear the front door click close, the heavy footsteps of Jim Hopper as he places his hat down on the front table, a sigh escaping his lips as he fixes his shirt after yet another hard and tireless, never ending day. You don’t hear him frown to himself, approaching El’s bedroom with heavy footsteps, tapping on it lightly with three familiar raps, his code that he wants to talk to his daughter, a fond little trick as he places his ear against the door.
‘El, hun, are you there?’
‘I’m sorry I’m so late home. Again. But I got held up. Again. Is Y/n still here?’
Opening the door a crack, Jim peers into the room, his eyes rolling around out of instinct, checking nothing was out of place. He faltered slightly, taking a step into the room with a gentle smirk on his face as he moves over to turn the bedside lamp off, his steps noisy and rushed despite his tip toeing as he spots the two of you asleep cuddled up together.
‘Well shit’, he murmurs, smiling to himself, ‘that’s adorable.’
He couldn’t help but watch for a moment, moving down to the edge of the bed to throw the blanket El had kicked down with her feet onto your shoulders. You looked peaceful, the only movement the slight rise and fall of your chest. In sleep you were angelic, your face as fresh as a dew drop, making gentle snuffling noises as you breathed. You snuggled into the soft eiderdown duvet as it caressed your cheek, hugging El a little tighter so you enclosed her in warmth.
The next morning, when you finally managed to role out of bed, you were surprised to see El already sitting at the table with a small smirk on her face, and Jim’s broad back turned to you as he stood over a smoking pan.
'Good morning’, you say as you slide in next to El, winking at her as you look at the burnt toast and eggs that lie on your plate.
‘Sorry it’s so burnt’, Jim says as he winces slightly, dropping the pan in the sink as putting his finger in his mouth to try and cool the burn he just got, ‘I’m naw a gweat cook’, he mumbles out.
You spread some butter over your toast, a joy in the way you did it, as if for a moment you were happily absorbed by a feeling of love that played in your subtle smile and soft gaze. For the first time ever, you could see every day of your future and you wanted it, wanted to stay and be apart of it more than anything you’ve ever wanted.
‘Are you dropping me off to school?’, El asks with a serious gaze.
‘Yeah, sure I can, I’m heading over to the movies afterwards anyway-’
‘By yourself?’, El asks, incredulous. ‘Dad, Y/N wants to go to the movies, but she has nobody to go with. You should go with her.’
You’re a little shocked by her bluntness, but you’re more shocked by the blush that burns on Jim’s cheeks. His long fingers ran through his short brown hair which shifted back into place once his hand had gone past. The light coming from the windows made it shine to a shade of melting milk chocolate and his slightly damp skin glowed, making his stubble covered chin seem darker. The man's high cheekbones, perfectly accentuated his face, and his full pink lips were pressed firmly together in a flustered expression. His eyes, which were normally a simple sepia colour, were now a golden honey hue and seemed to be screaming out his emotions.
Blushing would have been no problem, but what you did was go as red as a beetroot and radiate heat like the hot pan Jim had just dropped as he dared to look over at you, suppressing a small smile.
‘If that’s okay Y/n? I have a few hours off, and I haven’t been to the movies in years.’
As the two of you smile at each other, neither of you see the successful smirk on El’s face as she takes a bite of her toast.
