Summary: the reader is Officer Callahan's sister and new in town. She runs into the Chief at the station.
Moving to Hawkins to open up the bakery of your dreams had been a difficult and daunting transition for you, but thankfully your brother, Phil Callahan, was letting you stay with him for the time being. Opening up a bakery in the sleepy town of Hawkins was no easy feat, but it was an untapped market, and one the area apparently needed. Business was booming and it left you very busy.
Just as you were ready to leave for work, you noticed Phil’s hat sitting on the counter. You groaned, realizing you needed to stop by the police station to drop it off for him, and that would make you about ten minutes late to open shop, but it was the least you could do for your brother after he opened up his home to you. So you snatched up the hat and ran out to your car, driving as quickly as you could get away with to try and get to work on time.
You came to a screeching halt in front of the station and ran out of your car, rushing through the front doors. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you collided with something- no, someone very tall and solid. Panicked, you looked up and saw a gleaming badge that read Chief of Police. Great. You managed to collide with none other than Jim Hopper, the man your brother often described as a “grumpy old man.”
“I-I am so sorry sir,” you stuttered, terrified that you were about to get chewed out for not looking where you were going. Your eyes travelled up from the badge on his chest to his face to find a man far more handsome than you would have guessed from your brother’s daily ramblings about work.
“Sorry darlin,” he said at the same time, looking just as surprised to see you in his path. As you studied his face more, you found a warm gleam in his eyes and a small smile twitching beneath the rather glorious mustache that adorned his upper lip.
“Say,” he drawled, looking at you a little more intently. “Have I seen you before? You look awful familiar.”
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” you reply, running your fingers nervously through your hair. “I think I would remember meeting the Chief of Police. I’m new in town. (Y/N) Callahan.” You offered your hand out to shake his and he took it gently in his own. A small thrill ran up your spine as his large, warm hand encased yours. He certainly was a big man, and not nearly as old as Phil made him out to be either, no older than his early 40’s.
“Callahan? You wouldn’t be related to my officer, would you?”
“Yes sir,” you beamed. “I’m his sister. He left his hat behind this morning, so I came by to drop it off for him.”
“Callahan never mentioned a sister, especially not a pretty thing like you. Well I’m Chief Hopper, but you can call me Jim.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Jim,” you said with a blush, both at the compliment and at the realization that neither of you had yet released your handshake.
“Pleasure is all mine,” he shot back, the smile under his mustache widening.
It was just then that none other than Phil Callahan rounded the corner, and you pulled your hand away quickly, feeling like a kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You stifled a bashful smile and turned to hold out your brother’s hat to him.
“Oh my hat,” he said excitedly, completely oblivious to your interaction with the chief. “Thanks, (Y/N).”
“It was no trouble,” you said brightly. While you had been cross about it earlier, running into Jim- quite literally- had made the detour worthwhile. You glanced at the clock on the wall and realized you only had a few minutes to get to the bakery on time.
“I really must be going now. The bakery isn’t going to open itself. I hope to see you around, Chief. I offer a special discount for the boys in, well, tan.” You gave him a once over and a wink, one your brother didn’t catch, and turned to leave the station before Hopper had a chance to respond.
“Sister, huh?” He asked, turning to Callahan and stroking his mustache in contemplation. “She single?”
“Don’t even think about it, Chief.”
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