bad hopper x reader

2

       "Fuck fuck fuck shit," you spat out, rushing to throw on your uniform. In your stress and depression you blocked out the noise of your alarm, anything to sleep longer. For over an hour you slept to the constant beeping, your brain incorporating the sound into your dream. Until it eventually hit you.

         "How do I even expect to stay employed? I struggle so much with timeliness. It's literally my first day and I woke up 30 minutes after roll call. how do I even manage?" You think to yourself, struggling to button yourself up.

         Once fully dressed, you look up at your reflection in the mirror and slick your bed head down with a little water before picking at your teeth.
"I guess this works," you say, just trying to make it out the door on time.

         Your tires make a slight screech as you take off for the station. At this point roll call is already over. How are you ever going to get away with this? It doesn't help that you're already intimidated of the chief. He's strong and cold, not the kind of person that'll just let things slide.

        Thinking to yourself, many thoughts slide around your brain. most of them being "I won't even have a job by the time the day ends," and other variations of that. But... there was a thought that lingered in the back. A thought that was forcefully shoved in the back.

        "What is even wrong with you?" you start speaking to yourself out loud, speeding more and more, "you haven't had a slutty thought like that since high school."

         Within minutes you arrive, the thought had completely vanished, leaving only anxiety and a list of bad excuses you thought of on the drive over. They ranged from your cat dying to your car coincidentally not starting. Upon process of elimination, you decide that a car not starting is a lot easier to get away with rather than a pet death. There's no need to be so dramatic, especially since you were never good at the fake tears stuff. Liam always was, of course that's why he was so good at manipulating and hurting you.

         Snapping back into reality, you open your car door and step outside. Looking at the doors you see someone standing outside, cigarette in hand.

         "You're shitting me," he was waiting for you. The chief was outside waiting on your arrival. "Does he do this with everyone that's late?" you wonder.

          Your anxiety spikes as he stares you down. He isn't coming towards you, just standing and waiting. You begin to walk towards him, at this point there's no going back. You prepare to get told off as you approach him.

          He takes a drag off of his cigarette before speaking, "you mind telling me why you're so fucking late? It's been 45 minutes?" You look up at him- unable to form an answer. "Hello? Anybody home in there?"

          In a split second every rational thought you had was gone, everything vanished. "Oh! My- it's a long story but my cat..."

          "I don't have time for this, or you."

          "But- but sir you asked and I'm explai-"

          "And I lost interest. Do you want to get to your fucking job or just tell me your little story?"

          Holding back tears you just stared back at him. You were always quite sensitive, and it really showed. especially in this moment.

          "Ye- Yes sir, I'm so sorry," you apologize, as he drops his cigarette to the ground and smooshes it with the bottom of his shoe.

           "Not following the rules just leads to punishment, I expect you to be on time from now on."

           "I-" you pause, thinking about his choice of words for a second. Punishment..? What could that even mean? Being fired? I guess that would make the most sense... "I understand sir, I won't let you down again. Thank you"

           Without thinking too much about his words, you immediately get to work, relieved to even have a job still.