Chasing Calliope [Jim Hopper x Reader]

Shears & Tears

Three bangs.

You squinted your eyes open as the sound of a heavy fist banged against your door, waking you up unpleasantly as the sun peeked out of your curtain and met your face. With a loud groan, you turned on your side, embarrassment flooding your face when you realized that you had slept in until two in the afternoon.

It's your day off, you thought to yourself. Fuck waking up at a reasonable hour.

You arose like a zombie, grabbing your pink silk robe off of your rocker before tying it taut around your waist. You walked into the living room, careful to make sure that your bare breasts were covered behind the material before opening the door with a clenched jaw. Your eyes widened upon seeing Jim Hopper standing before you with a wide grin, his right hand gripping onto the paper handle of a JC Penney shopping bag.

"Can I help you?" you asked begrudgingly, a groan tumbling off of your lips as he pushed his way past your figure and into your home.

"It's happening, Callie," your friend smiled, placing the bag down onto your coffee table before clapping his hands in excitement. "She said yes."

"Who said 'yes' to what, exactly?" you yawned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you closed your front door.

"Joyce," he replied, squinting his eyes like you should have known the answer all along. "She's meeting me for dinner. Finally, right?"

Your eyes shot open, the fogginess surrounding you from your deep sleep suddenly clearing. Your mouth went dry, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach.

Oh.

You cleared your throat before painting a fake smile on your lips, "That's...that's amazing, Hop."

"I mean, it did take me a while, but..." he trailed off, his eyes which were searching around your apartment now falling onto the exposed swell of your breasts peeking out from behind your robe.

You blushed, pulling the material tighter over your chest as his gaze returned to your eyes, his cheeks slightly ruddy, "I'm sorry, did I, uh, wake you up?"

"Maybe," you winced, crossing your arms over your chest with a shrug.

"It's two o'clock," he chuckled, taking his uniform hat off before placing it on your couch.

"Day off," you replied with a tight smile. "Why are you here on my day off?"

"Someone's a little grumpy," he teased under his breath before pursing his lips. "Well...if it's your day off, then that means you don't have any clients, right?"

"Jim," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as you felt a headache begin to form.

"Come on, please," he whimpered, his eyes growing wide and puppy-like, his bright blue irises begging you to acquiesce. "Please groom your friend. For old time's sake?"

Every part of your body screamed at you to say no, but something about how earnest his eyes were rattled you. Your heart was breaking, even though you knew this was going to happen sooner or later. He couldn't stop talking about Joyce for the past two months- about how beautiful her eyes were, how petite and cute she was, how much she made him smile.

Each comment he made had felt like a knife was continually digging itself into your heart. You knew deep down how you felt about him, how you always felt about him, but you would rather settle for his friendship than risk losing him by admitting your feelings.

He meant too much to you.

You sighed dramatically, your resolve weakening as the little dark blue flecks in his eyes seemed to cry out even more to you, "Fine. Just let me get dressed. You, sir, need to take a shower. No friend of mine is showing up to a date smelling like stale cigarettes and ass."