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[griffonsgrove]

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Ello! I’m Night!! I’m new to the whole Tumblr writing blog, but I made this account to get out any ideas or drabbles that I may have during fandom brain rot (which I frequently have) and to also help enhance my writing ability!

First and foremost, I am an artist, so I may draw little doodles to go with certain head canons, drabbles or one shots! it helps me to visualize the story more!

So without further ado, let me tell you what i’m interested in!!

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR : 

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(Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

Alastor

Vox

Valentino

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Lucifer

Stolas

Mammon

Asmodeus/Fizzaroli

Blitz

Striker

Loona

(Creepypasta)

 Slenderman

Trenderman

Eyeless Jack

Zalgo

Jeff the Killer

Ben Drowned

Splendorman

Offenderman

Masky (Tim)

Hoodie (Brian)

Laughing Jack

Jane the Killer

(Gravity Falls)

Bill Cipher

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

(Slashers) 

Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Kruger

Jason Vorhees

Yautja (The Predator)

Pennywise

Art the Clown

Micheal Myers

RZ!Micheal Myers

Brahms Heelshire

(Across The Spider-Verse)

Miguel O’Hara

Hobie Brown

Peter B. Parker

The Spot

(Villainous)

Black Hat

Dr. Flug

Demencia 

5.0.5 (Platonic)

Penumbra

(Stranger Things)

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Billy Hargrove

Johnathan Byers

What I Will Write: 

Headcanons

One-shots

Drabbles

Smut/Nsfw

Platonic Relationships

Self-Insert/OC’s

Moderate gore/Body Horror

X readers

(Ask about kinks and fetishes)

What I Will Not Write: 

absolutely NO minor x adult relationships (unless they’re strictly platonic)

I typically won’t do Canon Character x Canon Character ships, just because I’ve never really done so! Idk if i’d be good at it

I probably have more to add to this list, but i’ll add to it later on

Now that, that’s outta the way! I'm opening writing requests!! Please feel free to send in any type of request you’d want to see done, into my inbox!

Currently since I'm out of college for the summer, I have a lot of free time to explore and pump out new work! As I’ve said before, I really want to try and enhance my writing ability so that it can be better for the future!

So i’d really appreciate this post being shared or just you guys sending in a small request, or drabble idea to get me started! I’m really excited to get started on this page and explore further, Until then have a great day! <333

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INTRODUCTIONS!!

--> ok i will be honest i have no idea what im doing, all my life and this is my first time on tumblr but bare with me..

--> but im a writer (and roleplayer for when i cant write by myself) and has recently hit MAJOR writers block and thought if i read other peoples work AND maybe have some people submit requests and prompts i could kick it away. so this is just to list all the things i write and who im able to write.

1. FANDOMS :

the fandoms im able to write in the most accurately goes as followed :

- supernatural

- stranger things

- marvel cinematic universe

- x-men (mainly the movies, my comic knowledge is sadly limited.

- merlin

2. CHARACTERS :

there is certain characters i can write from each fandom, some more than others.

- SUPERNATURAL : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie.

- STRANGER THINGS : Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Nacy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers.

- MCU : Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Sam Wilson.

- X-MEN : charles xavier (young), erik lehnsherr (young), peter maximoff, alex summers, hank mccoy, raven darkholme, sean cassidy, logan howlett, scott summers, ororo munroe.

- MERLIN : arthur pendragon, morgana, gwen, merlin, gwaine, lancelot.

- OTHERS (other fandoms im in that arent major) : mike schmidt (fnaf movie), clapton davis (detention), sean anderson, angus macgyver (macgyver)

- i DO write more characters and im always into more but i cant list them all-- so im always opened to playing more characters.

3. THINGS I WRITE.

- SHIPS : some ships im into and write are sastiel, merthur, cherik, gwen/morgana, robin/nancy, sam/bucky, steddie. but im always opened to more ships!! practicslly any ship as long as they arent anything like incest, illegal, etc.

-> i will also write self inserts, y/n fics, and even ocs!! i just need the info to do so.

- TOPICS : i write about ANYTHING that you could think of, whether its a certain trope for characters, fluff, angst, even smut and certain things that pertain to that-- just ask!! i will tell if theres something i will not write.

-> and thats about it!! atleast thats everything i can think of!! thank you for reading!!

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Baby It's Cold Outside

Pairing: Hopper x Ruby (s/i)

Word Count: 1660

Warnings: very brief mention of nudity and suicide

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Summary/ Author Notes: As I was rewatching season 1, I came across a scene in episode 3 where one of Hopper's one-night stands completely failed to comfort him, so I decided that I could make it better and give him the comfort he needs and deserves. I wrote this in the span of five hours in the middle of the night, and fun fact, the first two lines of dialogue from Hopper are verbatim taken from the episode. This fic may not be compliant to my canon, since my s/i moved to Hawkins between seasons 1 and 2, but I think I can bend the rules a little bit to be there for my dearest Jim.

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*****

Ruby gently stirred awake, a shift of weight in the bed jostling her out of her slumber. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her, she was quick to notice that there was now a large empty space beside her. She rolled over and sat up, looking around for the man who was just resting beside her, but Jim Hopper was nowhere to be seen. She quickly noticed, though, that the sliding door to the patio was left open, and even in her half-awake daze, she was able to piece together where he’d disappeared to.

She pushed herself out of bed and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing to cover her nude figure, which happened to be one of Hopper’s flannel shirts lying on the floor. Sure, it probably hadn’t been washed in a few days - or weeks - but at that moment, she had more pressing matters on her mind. She buttoned the shirt as she walked, starting with the top going downwards as she passed the open patio door and stepped out into the cold night air. The chill of the hour hit her quick and harshly, stinging her cheeks and fogging her breath, but if she had gotten cold that quickly just from stepping out, then she was much more concerned about how cold Hopper must be as she finally caught sight of him on the edge of the deck. At least he’d had both the time and the sense to put on more than a shirt before stepping out for a smoke.

He didn’t even turn his head to look at her, staying leaned down with his arms resting against the railing of the deck with his cigarette drooping from his mouth. She closed the sliding door to keep the house warm and quickly stepped towards him, placing a hand on his arm to get his attention. “Hey,” she chirped softly, the time of night making her instinctually talk in a near whisper. “It’s freezing out here, Jim. Why don’t you come inside?”

He continued to stare out at the still water of the lake, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before finally standing up straight and turning to face her. Even in the dark of the night, she could see clear as day that there was an even deeper darkness behind his eyes. He may have been looking towards her, but his mind was somewhere else, somewhere far away and, unfortunately, somewhere very painful. He stared into nothing for a little longer, before his gaze finally focused on her, and he paused for a moment before speaking. “Do you ever feel cursed?”

The question came as a shock to Ruby, and she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and concern as she continued to stare up at him with her mouth hanging open, as if the words she couldn’t even think of were caught in her throat.

He didn’t give her a chance to come up with a response as he continued, “You know the last person to go missing in Hawkins was, uh... the summer of ‘23,” he spoke slow and monotone, making it obvious he was just thinking out loud. “Last suicide was ‘61.”

She let out a sigh in a sympathetic pain, her freezingly chilled breath coming out as clear as the smoke from his cigarette. She hadn’t let go of his arm that whole time, and she trailed her hand down to take his larger hand in her own. She had already put the pieces together of why he was acting so solemn; having both a missing child and a suicide case practically a day apart must already be hard on him as the chief of police, but the fact that it was such a small town must have meant that the community was close-knit. Ruby had only just moved to Hawkins less than a few months ago, so she still felt like an outsider to the town, but she could only imagine how much of a toll these tragedies were taking on Hopper's emotional state. She looked down at his hand as she pulled it towards her gently, not yet making eye contact with him as she rubbed her thumb along his knuckles. “That doesn’t mean anything, Jim. These things, they aren’t your fault. Sometimes they just… happen.”

A few seconds passed as she noticed a tension in him that hadn’t been there a moment before, and when she looked back up into his eyes, she could see that he was fully looking at her now; it seemed to her that he hadn’t expected a response at all. His tongue slid over his lips as if he were preparing to say something, but the only thing that left his mouth was a heavy sigh as he released his sudden tension and recoiled his hand from her gentle grasp, turning back to the water and staring out at the horizon. “Why don’t you head back inside, it’s cold out here,” he said absentmindedly as he brought his cigarette back up to his mouth.

Ruby knew that he was trying to get rid of her, but she also knew that she didn’t want to leave him when he was obviously going through some dark introspection. This was only the third night she’d spent with him, and yet she couldn’t help but feel a pull to comfort him, to let him know that he wasn’t alone at a harsh time like this. And from what she’d heard around town, she was probably the only woman in Hawkins to spend more than two nights total with him. Despite his demand, she stepped forward to sidle up beside him and gripped his arm with both her hands. “It is cold out,” she cooed. “I guess I better stay to keep you warm then.”

He turned back down to her and perked an eyebrow up in surprise; for better or worse, she fully had his attention now. “You kidding? It’s gotta be 40 out here and you’re in a shirt, now get back inside before you freeze,” he spoke in a sterner tone.

Ruby was beginning to shiver as the cold air nipped at her bare legs and face, but she tried her best to ignore it with a reassuring grin. “I’m doing just fine,” she replied, cursing the slight quiver in her voice that said otherwise. She cuddled up tighter to the burly man, pressing her cheek against his arm and enjoying his warmth. “We can just go back in when you’re ready, okay?”

Hopper let out another sigh, this one sounding much less comfortable. “... Why are you doing this?”

“Because I care about you,” Ruby answered without a moment of hesitation.

He scoffed dryly as he took another drag from his cigarette. “You barely even know me.”

“Well, I’d like to know you better. That’s why I’m here.” She realized how that sounded like she wanted to pry, and she quickly reworded her sentiment. “I mean, I really do just want to make sure you’re doing alright. You tough guys have a way of shutting up when things are weighing on you, but that doesn’t mean you have to go through it on your own. With everything that's been going on this week… I don't want you to be alone.”

There was a stillness as her words hung in the air; for a moment, neither he nor she moved a muscle. Then, Hopper snuffed out his cigarette on the wooden railing and flicked it into the bushes before turning to drape his arm over Ruby’s shoulders, gently pulling the small woman tight to his chest. He rested his chin against the top of her head, using the opportunity to scrunch his eyes shut and fight back the stirring emotions within him without her seeing. As he contemplated it, he began to realize that this was the first time anyone had reached out to him since… two years ago. He couldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but he was scared to let anyone in after all he’d been through. He’d spent so long building these walls, thinking he’d be safer keeping everything out from now on, but here was this woman he’d barely met a few months back, trying to break down those walls on just their third night together. He didn’t know if he could truly ever tear down those walls for anybody, but he couldn’t deny one thing: he wanted her to stay. At least, for that night.

Ruby was gladly taking in his warmth as he held her for a while longer, and she could hear his heart pumping in his chest as well as feel her own heartbeat rise as she took a chance and raised her arms to wrap them around him in return. She squeezed herself against him, and for one long incredible moment, they just held each other. Like time had stopped, like nothing else existed, like the cold night air wasn’t nipping at their skin and freezing their blood. They just stood there, and held each other, and for a moment Hopper let the rest of the world fall away so he could exist only in that moment with her.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her hair, barely loud enough to be audible. He suddenly stooped down and notched his arm behind her knees before sweeping her up off the ground with surprising ease. “Shit, Ruby, you feel like ice. Let’s get back in bed.”

Ruby reached up and placed a hand on his chilled hairy cheek, grinning gently as she admired his features. At that moment, the reason that she felt the need to comfort him and be near him came to her all too easily. Of course, what other explanation could there be?

She had fallen in love with him.

And she was going to try her hardest to assure that this would not be the last night she spent by his side.

[missredherring]

Evening, Chief

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Jim Hopper asked, looking through the car window. 

“Do I have a tail light out, Chief?” You ask, leaning out to meet his gaze. The shadow from his hat made his eyes hard to see, but the smile that played around his mouth was clear.  

“No. You were speeding. Any idea how fast you were going?” 

“Let’s see. The speed limit is 50, so 55-60?” 

Jim grinned and relaxed his stance. “57. Any reason to be speeding tonight?”

“My boyfriend and I are both late getting home, and I was trying to beat him there so I could guilt him about it.” You said, resting your forearms on the window. 

Jim nodded and bent down to kiss you, his hat knocking against the door frame. The first few kisses after spending the day apart were usually intense and hungry. This one was no different. 

“Get home safe, baby. I’m right behind you.” 

If only. Breathless with sudden want, you nodded. “See you at home, Jim.”

[hopper-baby]

Chapter 2/?: The Introduction of the Sinner

Wind scatters the gritty sand across the bay.

“Again..” Charlotte mumbles as she watches the waves crash into the crumbling sand. Usually she would be sitting in the sand, watching the waves, until she wakes up. This time, her dream is different.

The dream turns into a dark dream— that of a nightmare.

The waves curl up into the sky, and wood barks up the towers of foamy water into the form of towering trees.

She’s seen these familiar trees before, but they were taller. Like she’s actually inside the forest that lurks around in the back of her head like negative energy.

Her skin instantly breaks into a pasty, pale, and sweaty mess. The energy radiating from this area causes a swirling ball of anxiety grip her stomach and toss it around her rib cage.

This place was— no, is—a place where no living being should wander.

But, that’s what draws people in. The naïve and the weak allow that cold chain masked as false hope of adventure to drag them in with no room for resistance.

That same chain suddenly shoots out from an empty clearing a bit of ways away and clamps around her wrists and ankles. It pulls her to the ground. It begins to lurch her closer, and all she feels is the numbing shock of what could possibly happen. The horror of what could be pulling her— of what could possibly do what it did.

All the suspense regarding her questions is what led to her screaming, but no sound left her.

A black figure stood in the clearing once she was pulled through a bush, yet she couldn’t distinguish any feature about the figure due to the gooey fog raking through the clearing. The trees surrounding the circumference of the clearing were dead and rotten.

Decaying bark peeled down the trunks of the trees, the sound unexpectedly so ear-deafening, yet she couldn’t describe how it sounded. She was still in shock that she couldn’t even distinguish the sound herself. The only thing she could hear is the blood-curdling screams of terror ringing inside her head.

Due to the overwhelming suspense filling her chest, Charlotte’s vision began to fade to black and her body went limp.

Charlotte jolted from her laid position with sweat dripping down her neck. What she assumed as cabin walls, she gazed at the tapestries adorning them.

“Lucid dreaming,” a soothing voice caught Charlotte’s attention.

Charlotte looked around the dimly lit cabin, while fear filled her gut once more.

“There is no need for fear, young one, no need,” the voice returned.

“How did you know—“

“I’m not normal, I’m what your townspeople would call... a Sinner,” Charlotte finally found the owner of the voice— the soft, smooth voice. Her hair was bound at the back of head, her tight, chocolate curls had bounced out of its ponytail. Her eyes had found purchase in the mug she held to the table. Her body looked tense, like she was doing something that made her highly uncomfortable.

“What do you mean by that? What sins have you committed?” Charlotte’s eyes burned the back of the stranger’s head.

“You’ll see, when the time is right,” her voice held a tone that of finality about that certain topic. How did Charlotte catch that just in her voice and body language? It was more of a gut instinct.

“What am I doing here? How did I get here?” Charlotte asked as she pulled the quilt higher up her lap.

“You were dreaming. Lucid dreaming. But it wasn’t you who was in control of your dreaming plane. An evil. Some thing that is evil. It is digging its claws into the roots of this town, and corrupting it. Not that I care about the people or the town itself. It’s disposable. But in this instance it is not. After witnessing your “lucid dream”, I finally realized its intentions.

To answer your questions, you are here because I found you near my house, seizing up in what I believe was shock. You were shaking and you had foam pouring out of your mouth. Along with the foam, a black, thick goop oozed from out of the pores of your face. I’ve never seen anything like it. I was able to bring you out of your unfamiliar state of shock, luckily.”

During the woman’s explanation, Charlotte had took to staring at her lap. Everything she was saying weighted heavily upon her stomach, to the point where she had to run to the trash she noticed while looking around.

“Everything will make sense once I learn your significance,” the woman took a quiet, long sip from her drink while Charlotte bent back up, rubbing the side of her mouth.

“Who are you?”

The woman turned to look at Charlotte over her shoulder, and Charlotte admired her beauty, even though she was seeing her face at an awkward angle. Her eyes were a warm hazel, and her skin was warm as well. Everything about her and her home was warm and comforting. Charlotte could deduce her heritage being Hawaiian. Finally, she spoke.

“Clementine, I am Clementine.”

[wastingtimewithfanfiction]

Taking Fanfic Requests

I’d love to take requests for some reader inserts. I’m willing to write reader x Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Hopper, Billy, Hannibal, Will Graham, Dean or Castiel. Please give me any ideas so that I can continue writing.

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Pink Sweater (Hopper x OC/Reader)

(Omg I’ve forgotten how to write fic summaries.)

Pairing: Chief Hopper x OC (or reader if you wanna change the name and pretend)

Rating: PG-13/R 

Warnings/content: erotic dancing, daddy kink (mild), grinding, over-the-clothes stuff...

Summary: Hopper meets a new dancer at a local joint but can’t place where he knows her from.

Author Note:

Okay finally posting this after sitting on it for like a year for a few different reasons... Sort of a self-insert/OC type of situation, inspired by boredom and downtime while actually working on set of the actual show (yes... I’m cringe like that; I did background work on Stranger Things and wrote this up.)

Enjoy?

Long nights on duty were disorienting, and definitely lonely. Despite knowing the next morning he would see the guys at the station, and the same waitresses at the diners and coffee shops, and, eventually, Joyce and one of the many children in her kids’ friend group, the late night patrols put Jim in a weird headspace. A very liminal headspace that reminded him a little too much of some of the weirder ongoings in the town.

It probably wasn’t a good look, but after nights like those, he would allow himself to sneak off to Gallyan’s. At least the name was somewhat discreet, and not something like “Peaches” or “Twin Spires”. Not that it mattered. He was the Chief of Police, and could get away with it. Or, the truth, he knew, was that people were aware of his less-than-professional behavior, and just let it slide. Who else was going to do his job? The law enforcement presence in Hawkins was small and bumbling, and hardly ever needed. The most he ever needed to do was break up fights outside bars, and even then he didn’t care to do that. 

It was a Tuesday night at Gallyan’s (more like Wednesday morning at 2am). Jim hadn’t been there in a few months. He sat in his vehicle, just outside the cheap neon signage, debating on if he was even really feeling it. He needed something to get him out of his funk. Not coffee, not pills, not something that would make it worse. He wasn’t particularly in the mood, but it was worth a try. 

“Okay…” he breathed out. He finished his cigarette hurriedly, and slammed the door behind him. 

Walking into the place, he kept his hat tipped low, and his blue jacket on, just covering his badge. The doormen were still well aware it was him, mumbling a greeting and not even asking for an entry fee.

The further in he got, Jim finally, slowly, removed his hat, brow staying low with his glance cast down. He shouldn’t have felt weird or bad about being there, but he recognized a lot of sleazy faces he’d detained in the past, and it was just uncomfortable.

“Hi handsome, how are you tonight?” a gentle voice asked him, right as he sat at a far away table.

“Fine…” Jim trailed off as he looked the woman up and down. She was all of five feet tall (maybe some change with the heels, but still tiny), and dressed in a very subtle, pink lingerie set.

Something about her short stature and black bangs seemed familiar. Those features weren’t super defining, but they stood out enough and he couldn’t tell why…

“I’m Goldie,” the dancer said, closing the space between her and the chief’s lap.

“Oh, like Goldilocks. Is that because of your long, blonde locks?” Jim smiled sarcastically, eyes trailing over her black hair.

“Mmmhmm. Don’t have three bears, though… Just looking at one big one.” She bit her tongue in a cheeky smile, sliding down onto his lap fully. 

Jim started fishing around for his wallet. As much as being called a “bear” surprisingly turned him on, he knew she was just trying to initiate a transaction. Fair enough.

“How much? $50? $100? I gotta say, I don’t think I’ve noticed you here before, but you’re probably one of the more expensive dancers, right?”

“I’ll take that, even though $50 is still a bit low…” She had to chuckle at him. “This one’s on me.”

“Nothing’s ever free, Goldie. What do you want? I had a long shift. Let me pay whatever you want upfront.”

Jim couldn’t understand why she was laughing again, or being sweet on him. Like genuinely sweet, and laughing as if she was shy about something.

“Listen, if you’re trying to offer some other services, maybe it’s best you don’t.” He clinked at his badge with his index finger.

“I’m not offering that,” Goldie sighed pointedly. “Let me give you this one on the house, and just join me out back for a drink after. My shifts get long and stressful too, you know. Sometimes I just want company.” There was that sweet little smirk again.

Goldie was talking to him like she knew him. He still couldn’t think if he’d known her from somewhere. But why him?

Most girls around the club had been dancing to a soundtrack of fast paced hair metal. It wasn’t terrible, but the energy was a bit much for that hour of the night/morning. However (maybe by Goldie’s subtle request), the next track eased into “Dance the Night Away”, a little more soft and mellow. 

Goldie’s moves were refreshingly gentle and loving. In fact, she had a hard time not looking back at Jim with heavy lids and a flirtatious glance. 

She sank against his broad, warm body, leaning against his chest and feeling his breath against her ear. He smelled smokey and like beer (even though he hadn’t had a drink yet). It was a fitting and weirdly endearing scent.

She placed his big hands firmly around her waist, allowing him to pull her over his crotch. The uniform fabric, from his thick thighs to the tightness below his belt, was so taut and inviting. Goldie couldn’t help but run her hands over those legs, lingering over the plush outer sides of his ass.

Jim used his firm grip to turn her to face him.

“Ah, ah,” she chastised, gleefully, “I’m giving the dance here.”

He replied with a small, shot down glance. She loved being so tiny compared to him and telling him what to do.

After a moment of some sways here and there, Goldie settled back onto the officer’s lap, squeezing her thighs around the width of his. She smoothed her little hands over his chest--his pecs straining slightly under his shirt. He was just so big all around.

“Don’t mind me…” She plucked open the top shirt button, and then the one after that. Seeing his chest hair peek out the top, she raked her pink fingernails through it. 

Her hands continued roaming around, gripping his soft waist, then his shoulders, then giving in to the urge to smooth her fingers over his rugged beard. She just about purred at the feel of it. Jim took notice, and discreetly slid his hands over her backside, all while offering a playful grin.

“Keep it over the panties, Chief,” she murmured.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She liked that a lot.

The song kept going as she continued to grind rhythmically against his crotch. His tight pants had only gotten tighter, and his hardness started to rub friction in the right spot for her. But she couldn’t let that happen. Not tonight, or at least not at work.

She pressed his head to her chest, trying to ease off of the grinding slowly. Even his stubble felt delicious against her bosom. He breathed in how much she smelled like cherry candy and whiskey--an interesting combo, but one that fit her small, friendly demeanor.

The song faded out, and just like that, Poison was playing over the speakers, and Goldie was off his lap. 

Jim was afraid that was it. Not only would he be left halfway pitching a tent, but he still didn’t know where he knew Goldie from.

Disappointed, he sank against his chair and lit a smoke. 

“Come on…” A tiny touch accompanied the voice. Goldie now stood beside him with a bottle of Evan Williams. “I’m off duty and so are you, so let’s have that drink.”

The big chief followed the petite dancer down the back halls and out an emergency exit. The bouncers wouldn’t have usually allowed anyone clearance, but they recognized Jim all too well, and could see that Goldie was leading him around, like a puppy.

They emerged into the brisk early morning air. Goldie, now draped in a big leather jacket, looked so small and so much younger than she first looked in the dim lights. 

She teasingly swiped the cigarette from Jim’s lips, smoking on it herself. “I gotta say, I’ve been hoping I’d get to see you here. It’s kinda weird.” She bundled herself against him for extra warmth, and he absent-mindedly wrapped an arm around her.

“Where have I seen you?” he smiled. In most other cities, if someone seemed familiar, it was just a coincidence or something. But Hawkins was small. People only had so many places to go, and so many people to run into.

“Do you remember doing Career Day a year and a half ago? At Hawkins High, for the seniors?” 

He sort of did. Most days were hazy due to weird hours, liquor, and boredom. 

“Guess you could say I didn’t take you up on the summer job… Or any of those jobs, haha.” She handed the stubby cigarette back to Jim.

That petite frame, the fluffy dark hair, the pink… It reminded Jim of a student who, after the Career Day presentations, awkwardly approached him. Super shy, and dressed very modestly in a pink sweater, pink tights, and a long blue church skirt.

The student, in question, bashfully asked if the station was hiring anyone to help with filing, or even cleaning and errand running. Jim told them to go speak to Flo if she wanted any help. But it didn’t seem to really matter. The girl kind of lingered, eyes looking him up and down while blushing.

“Sorry, had a crush on you,” Goldie blurted, a bit more bluntly than she meant. 

The corner of Jim’s lip curled up. He leaned his hip and shoulder against the wall, while slightly craning down to look into her eyes. “I’m probably old enough to be your dad.”

A giddy chill ran down Goldie’s spine. “I’m still a grown woman. I know my tastes. My tastes are pretty mature.” She bit her lip, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I’m into the dad-type.”

She glanced at him with a touch more lust in her words.

“So you had a crush on me. Huh.”

“Didn’t say it went away…”

Jim’s eyes darted around for a moment, masking the fact that he was a bit flattered and flustered.

Goldie could see through, though, and handed him the bottle of bourbon.

“So… if you want… I can give you my number, and maybe—“

“You come see me here again,” Goldie responded with a wink. “For now.”

“Fair enough.” Jim smiled, and offered back the bottle.

[could-it-be-a-dream]

request guidelines

hello, and welcome! before you send in a request, i'd like to lay down some ground rules.

note: 🍓 indicates characters that i am particularly inclined to write at the moment!

first and foremost, the fandoms i will write for:

marvel (including x-men and daredevil)

stranger things

ghost (the band)

lord of the rings/the hobbit (excluding rings of power because i haven’t seen it)

horizon: zero dawn/forbidden west

it: chapter two

supernatural

detroit: become human

criminal minds

star wars

harry potter/fantastic beasts

(i would also like to mention that i am only on season 2 of daredevil and season 5 of supernatural, so please avoid sending requests with major spoilers!)

and the characters i will write for:

 [marvel]

natasha romanoff

kate bishop

scott lang

matt murdock

frank castle

foggy nelson

charles xavier

hank mccoy

druig 

makkari 

thena 

steven grant 🍓

marc spector

layla el-faouly

[ghost]

papa emeritus i (primo)

papa emeritus ii (secondo) 🍓

papa emeritus iii (terzo)

cardinal copia/papa emeritus iv 🍓

aether 🍓

rain🍓

dewdrop

mountain

cirrus

cumulus

swiss

 [supernatural]

dean winchester

castiel 🍓

gabriel

 [stranger things]

mike wheeler

eleven/jane hopper

max mayfield

dustin henderson

steve harrington 🍓

billy hargrove

eddie munson

chrissy cunningham 🍓

robin buckley 🍓

jonathan byers

peter ballard/henry creel

joyce byers

jim hopper 🍓

alexei “smirnoff”

[lord of the rings]

samwise gamgee 🍓

pippin took

merry brandybuck

legolas

aragorn 🍓

gimli 🍓

galadriel

elrond

[the hobbit]

bilbo baggins 🍓

thorin oakenshield

fili

kili

dwalin

bofur 🍓

thranduil

[horizon: zero dawn/forbidden west]

aloy

erend 🍓

avad

kotallo 🍓

[it: chapter two]

bill denbrough

eddie kaspbrak

beverly marsh

richie tozier

 [detroit: become human]

connor (rk800)

markus (rk200)

hank anderson 

gavin reed 

 [criminal minds]

aaron hotchner

spencer reid

emily prentiss

luke alvez 🍓

penelope garcia 🍓

matt simmons

tara lewis

 [star wars]

luke skywalker

leia organa

obi wan kenobi

poe dameron 🍓

cassian andor

jyn erso 🍓

bodhi rook 🍓

din djarin 🍓

boba fett

fennec shand

 [harry potter/fantastic beasts]

fred weasley

george weasley

hermione granger

neville longbottom 🍓

bill weasley 🍓

newt scamander

*please note that i do not write for ships, but i will gladly write reader-insert poly relationships. 

**also, all characters under the age of 18 will be written in strictly platonic or familial relationships unless it is specified that they are aged up.

my hard “NO”s:

suicide/self harm

domestic violence/physical abuse

eating disorders

sa/non-con

omegaverse

hardcore bdsm/bondage

pedophilia/underage sex (see above note)

drug use

ddlg/age play

(the things listed above are off-limits either because they make me uncomfortable or because i don’t feel that i know enough about them to write them accurately.)

if there’s a specific topic/kink/character you have in mind and you’re not sure if i’ll write it, please feel free to ask! this is a judgement-free zone :))

thanks for your cooperation!

- spencer <3<3

[chibicass]

Rules for requesting

General Rules & Guidelines

This post is entirely optional to read before requesting and is just available for guidance.

I write fanfictions for a variety of fandoms, currently focusing on “Resident Evil” and “Stranger Things”.

I write “(character) x reader” fanfics, including female (trans & cis), male (trans & cis), and non-binary/gender-non-conforming readers, other than gender-neutral stories, ranging from platonic to fluff, romance, angst, smut, etc;

Any gender of reader and character is welcome;

Neurodivergent people, people with disabilities, any other minority are always welcome;

This is a safe space for all;

My ask box is always open, so you can request something or simply chat. In case I am busy, I will write “CLOSED” in my bio. I would be thankful for the patience either way;

Feel free to specify the gender you prefer or even the context (like transgender or cisgender). If not, that’s okay, it will automatically be gender-neutral;

Please try to make the plot description as clear and specific as possible for me to write more efficiently. And, if you want, you can specify the “genre”. For example: fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic, or even a mixture of two or more “genres”;

If there’s anything (like a topic) you don’t want in the story, please let me know;

I will include warnings in case there is smut or any type of trigger;

If you have an idea for a continuation of a certain story, please ask so I can consider your request.

What I Will Not Write:

It depends on the fandom/character and I am open to dark themes.

However, I will not write:

Anything that supports/defends/glorifies: LGBTQ+phobia, pedophilia, racism, sexism, ableism, suicide, self-harm, and discrimination. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be a topic of the story.

Concerning Smut:

I am gladly willing to write smut. It can be explicit but I’ll warn the reader if it is;

Depending on the type of story, I may be inclined to insert sexual allusions or implied smut. If you DO NOT want that, tell me using the code words “clean fluff”;

I am open to write about many kinds of situations, like dom/sub relations, primal play, BDSM, supernatural, yandere, etc., but I may be closed off to some others.

AUs:

You can request AUs (Alternate Universes). If you do so, please give me a clear and specific discription of the plot line or at least define the roles the characters should have. I am willing to write many types of AUs.

Characters I Write For:

Carlos Oliveira (Resident Evil)

Chris Redfield (Resident Evil)

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil)

Claire Redfield (Resident Evil)

Jill Valentine (Resident Evil)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Dmitri Antonov (Stranger Things)

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

**And other characters, even if it’s outside or inside of a fandom I’ve mentioned, ask away.

Misc.:

Each story will vary in length. Also, if I get creative about it, I might make continuations of certain stories without it being requested. But if I don’t and you have an idea for a continuation, you can always ask.

Thank you so much for reading!

[alexfryerproductions]

My Top 10 Favourite films of 2017

PLEASE NOTE THAT THE FILMS SELECTED ON THIS LIST ARE OF UK RELEASE DATES. 

Since I won’t be able to see another new release before the end of the year, I thought it would be best to get my list of favourite films out of the way before I depart for France for the Christmas holidays with no internet connection to accompany me. 

This year has seen quite a wide variety of memorable and outstanding films through blockbusters to independent works. While these films have entertained us, they have also provided quite thoughtful commentaries on the world we live in currently, whether it is on the treatment of women (Wonder Woman) or Trump’s America (The Florida Project) or the treatment of race (Get Out). Some well-known directors on this list have produced what could be their best works yet, to the point where they may have outdone themselves, while some rising directors have shown great development in their own craft. 

Without further ado, let’s commence with the list. But before we get down to the top 10, here are some brief statements of honourable mentions and my most disappointing film of this year. 

Honourable mentions 

Thor Ragnarok (Directed by Taika Waititi)  

Yet again, the Marvel Cinematic Film has delivered not only the best Thor film, but the best directed of this series. Having seen Hunt for the Wilderpeople from the same director, I was excited. Filled with style, colour, joy, eye popping visuals and hilarity from beginning to end, this is probably the most fun I’ve had in the cinema this year. 

La La Land (Directed by Damien Chazelle) 

Self confessedly, I am not a fan of musicals but given my love Chazelle’s Whiplash, I went to see what the huge fuss was about. Watching the film felt like staring at Edward Hopper paintings (which they are evidently inspired by) crossed with a stage play. On top of that, Chazelle inserts what he crafted from Whiplash while also incorporating techniques from other musicals to create a piece that’s a loving tribute to an otherwise forgotten genre. 

My one dishonourable mention (or most disappointing film of this year)

Justice League (Directed by Zack Snyder/Joss Whedon) 

Make no mistake, after seeing Wonder Woman, I really wanted to enjoy this film. Unfortunately though, this is just filled with an endless stream of problems. It is bland, dull, directionless and doesn’t even know what do with any of its characters. I would have put Alien Covenant here, but compared to this, that film had more ambitious film-making and desire to tell a story (even if it did fall short on the latter). 

And now for my top 10...

10.) Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Directed by Rian Johnson) 

While I did enjoy the previous recent instalments of the Star Wars series, this is the latest I was most surprised by. The film is full of twists and unpredictability, which, quite frankly, we have not seen since Empire Strikes Back nearly 40 years ago. With a compelling set of characters, nostalgia that is occasional and playful, a loving tribute to our princess (Carrie Fisher), plenty of new and weird elements never seen previously and a thought provoking narrative, Rian Johnson delivers a great Star Wars film that expands the vastness of the beloved universe and is not afraid to take risks along the way.    

9.) A Ghost Story (Directed by David Lowery) 

For those who have not seen the film, don’t let the title fool you, this is not your average ghost story (no pun intended) nor a frightening horror film in anyway. It is however in one word: beautiful. It has the visual melody of a Andrei Tarkovsky picture accompanied by the apocalyptic mood of a Godfrey Reggio film and the surrealism of David Lynch. Lowery composes moving images that all make for a poignant film. It is upsetting, strange and truly a bold piece of work. However one interprets this wondrous picture, the message delivered by the of end of this film is very powerful. Be warned: this film is not for the faint of hearts. 

8.) Logan Lucky (Directed by Steven Soderbergh)

In a another piece of confession, I have not witnessed any of the works of Steven Soderbergh prior to this film. But having heard nothing but praise and being fascinated by his rise as director, I went in with great anticipation and boy did I have a great time. Truthfully, I haven’t laughed this much at a comedy in quite a while. Whether it is the hilarious delivery from actors, the tension at play during heist scenes or Soderbergh’s independent applications, Logan Lucky is a tremendously different and clever breed of a crime caper and practically the feel-good film of the year. 

7.) Wonder Woman (Directed by Patty Jenkins)

Given my huge disappointment with how DC films were being handled, I was very apprehensive in seeing this. However, after the first half an hour, all I could do was just breath a huge sigh of relief because of Jenkins fantastic direction with this superhero outing. Is it formulaic? Like all superhero films, yes it is. But this has more heart, substance, style, great film-making and a thoughtful message above all else. The film reminded me of Richard Donner’s Superman films in their charm, tone, sense of fun and wonder and Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy in their maturity and grittiness. Wonder Woman is ultimately a sight to behold. 

6.) Logan (Directed by James Mangold) 

This is probably the film to signal the beginning of the end for the superhero genre itself. Even though I have enjoyed quite a few outings this year, I have been starting to feel a sense of fatigue for the genre, which will inevitably come to an end sometime, much like how the western did decades ago. The X-Men series had its highs and lows but has, nevertheless, persevered. Thanks to Mangold’s film-making and his blending of the western, science fiction and neo-noir and the gut-wrenching performances from both Hugh Jackman and Patrick Stewart, this is not only the best X-Men film but the best comic book film since The Dark Knight.  

5.) War for the Planet of the Apes (Directed by Matt Reeves) 

It’s very rare for a final film in a trilogy to accomplish a task that provides a worthy conclusion. Thankfully, War for the Planet of the Apes, proves to be one of those rare occasions. Matt Reeves constructs a piece that not only stands well on its own but also provides a spectacular end to the story of our main ape, Caesar, and does so in a emotionally satisfying manner. On top of that, Reeves expertly blends spectacle with, character, narrative, jaw-dropping visuals and emotion to provide a blockbuster that will be remembered in years to come. 

4.) The Florida Project (Directed by Sean Baker) 

While I have not seen Baker’s previous works, I was completely blown away by The Florida Project. It is impossible to determine how much of this film was improvised (like other independent works of the past) or how much of the film was written, which makes it all the more a fascinating watch. Taking cues from Jim Jarmusch, Vittorio De Sica and David Lynch, it mixes the harsh realist settings with the colourful visual tone of the story. This is independent film-making at its most visually gorgeous. 

3.) Baby Driver (Directed by Edgar Wright)

Even though one actor in this cast has lost my respect given the recent horrifying scandal going on in Hollywood right now, it doesn’t take away my enjoyment and love for Baby Driver. Edgar Wright is at his best as he crafts a spectacular piece of guilty pleasure with truly masterful film-making. Wright directs a film, which is practically ridiculous for the right reasons. All that ridiculousness serves the edge-of-your-seat action, characters and narrative, which is why Baby Driver is one of the most creative action movies I have seen in recent memory.

2.) Blade Runner 2049 (Directed by Denis Villeneuve) 

When I first heard that they were making a sequel to one of my favourite films of all time, I was terrified...but Villeneuve has done the impossible and has made a worthy sequel that may even be cinematically better than the original Blade Runner. At first, I was not sure how to digest it, but then the more I thought about it, the more I loved it. The film wastes no time with nostalgia (although there are a few tidbits here and there) and tells a story in a way that is visually gratifying, and answers questions left from the first film while also leaving some new ones. Villeneuve makes every image in the film matter as he transports us into this authentic, apocalyptic, yet beautiful world Ridley Scott envisioned. 

1.) Dunkirk (Directed by Christopher Nolan)

Truthfully, I am a huge suck-up when it comes Christopher Nolan. Nevertheless, (having seen it on 70mm IMAX) I just wasn’t prepared for the cinematic experience of Dunkirk through its grand-scale film-making. This was the most intense experience I have ever had in a cinema given its manipulation of both sound and images (thus giving it a feeling of virtual reality).This is the film where Nolan shows his true mastery in the art of film-making, whether it is through the script, genre-bending narrative, editing, practical effects, sound, score and so on. Nolan channels the ambition of David Lean, the precision of Steven Spielberg, the suspense of Alfred Hitchcock, and the craftsmanship of Stanley Kubrick. Dunkirk is a breathtaking masterpiece that is not to be missed. 

[missredherring]

Saving Grace - Part Four

(Fic header by @whirlybirbs. Beta’d by @agentofloveandcourage and @spookylilmoonpie.) 

Jim Hopper x Reader (Grace is a placeholder name.)

Summary: You find a job.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

“Step one: get your car” was complete. That was good right? You were making progress.

The conversation with Hopper had been… different. His expression had been intense. 

You remembered when he would joke with you while waiting for Joyce to finish getting ready. His eyes would crinkle and there was no way to hide his grin. There hadn’t been any hint of amusement just now in his office.

It made you feel weird and you pushed the thought away. You had bigger issues to deal with right now.

The only place with free resources for job hunting in town was the library. You’d spent the rest of the morning looking through the help wanted ads and talking with the librarian, Mary. She’d been in one of your English classes and recognized you. She watched you taking notes on scrap paper for a good hour or so before asking about your situation.

It turned out that someone named Shelby had left to have her baby and the library was looking for a replacement Librarian Assistant. You’d given her one of the copies of your resume you’d made and Mary had promised that she’d put in a good word for you. By the end of the day the rest of your resumes were gone and the scrap piece of paper was scribbled out entirely. 

With that done all you could do was wait. 

The next few weeks were spent with your family and was surprisingly nice. Everyone was in a better mood since you offered to take over cooking dinner from Joyce. She’d agreed to let you stay until you found a place of your own in exchange for helping around the house. You’d never been bothered by cleaning and cooking, and struck a deal. The two of you even shook on it.

God bless nosy librarians. Two weeks later you were folding laundry when the phone rang and after another ten minutes you accepted a job at the Hawkins Branch of the Roane County Public Library. 

Whatever you’d been expecting working at a library to be like, it certainly wasn’t this. Mary dropped a large binder in front of you with a gleam in her eye. That look was just as bad now as it had been in high school. You looked down at the binder.

“Complete Bible on cassette tape?” You read aloud. “Fully dramatized and orchestrated. Wow.”

“Uh huh. Mrs. Miller gets this out every month, and it takes her about that long to listen to it. We’ve asked her why she doesn’t just buy her own copy, and she said ‘Then why would I have a library card?’” Mary shook her head and rummaged in the desk drawer.

“There’s something we need to do with it. Besides reshelving?” You ventured a guess.

“Bingo. Mrs. Miller listens to this every month, and never gets around to rewinding the tapes.”

“Please tell me there’s a cassette player we can use somewhere.” You said a little desperately. The insert advertised the complete Bible on forty-eight cassette tapes.

“Oh, there is. Unfortunately it’s broken at the moment. You’ll have to use this.” She placed a pencil next to the binder with some flourish. She waited a few seconds, drinking in your horrified expression before laughing. “Don’t worry! You don’t have to do them all, just what you can.”

With that Mary gathered up some cataloging supplies and headed towards her office. You’d be manning the circulation desk while it was slow. 

After prying open the binder you started fiddling with the pencil. At a glance it looked like all the tapes were almost at their end. Well, there was nothing to do but start. Picking up the first tape, you started winding.

Of course your productivity could only last so long under the boredom and silence in the branch. You’d moved on from the usual way of winding, and were now spinning the tape around the pencil end like a noise maker. It might not be quite as effective, but it was amusing. Until you flicked the pencil a little to hard and the tape went flying across the room.

“Do you have a permit for that?” Hopper asked as he bent down and picked the tape up. 

The sight of how well he filled out his uniform distracted you for a moment. You weren’t sure if you wanted to talk to him but he was the first person to come in for a while.

“I don’t. You gonna write me up, Chief?” You replied. He stopped right in front of the help desk as he read the writing on the tape. He held it out to you. At this angle he made an even larger figure. You took the tape and went back to winding it back with the pencil and a firm grip on the tape.

“I’ll let you off with a warning.” He said, knocking his knuckles on the desk. He looked around at the stacks with a little furrow between his brows.

“Can I help you find something?” You asked. 

Jim looked back to you and smiled. “You’d be the person to ask now, right?”

“Yes.” You said with a nod. 

He nodded back and ran a hand over his beard. “I’m looking for books on homeschooling. Like workbooks and all that.” 

“Ah.” You said, running through the parts of the collection you’d managed to memorize so far. Shelving books might be a pain sometimes, but it certainly gave you time to familiarize yourself with the stacks. “Yes, they’re over here.” 

Glad to abandon the tape rewinding, you got up and motioned for Jim to follow you. They were two shelves down and on the right. Turning to him you couldn’t help the grin. You were happy that you’d been able to find it on your first try, considering this wasn’t a section you’d paid much attention to before. 

“Homeschooling books are here. It’s not a large section, but it might have what you need.” You said as you turned around. The sound of clothes brushing against each other was loud, and you were suddenly aware of how little space there was between the shelves. Jim had reached over you and taken a book from the higher shelf you couldn’t reach. Bringing it down he only took a step back, but it felt like he was far too close. 

Jim looked up from the book cover and your eyes met. They held for a second and then he smiled and saluted you with the book. “Thanks. This is good enough to start with.” 

“You’re welcome.” You said, already turning and going back to the help desk. The image of his tall figure in the shadowed stacks wouldn’t leave you for a long time.

[missredherring]

Saving Grace - Part One

(Fic header by @whirlybirbs.)

Jim Hopper x Reader (Grace is a placeholder name.)

Summary: After wrapping up lose ends you’re back in Hawkins to help your sister, Joyce, after the Hawkins Lab chemical leak is exposed. 

Part One

You were one more bad pick-up line delivered too far into your personal space away from knocking this guy’s lights out. You didn’t recognize him but he’d apparently taken the title of Town Drunk from Lester McDonald. The bartender made eye contact over the guy’s shoulder and you shared a moment of suffering.

Any minute now, you reminded yourself, the police would show up to collect this guy and you’d never have to see him again. It had been a mistake to visit this old haunt. The bar all the kids went to had turned into the bar where the men who wouldn’t grow up lurked. The years had not been kind to the bar or it’s patrons. You bit back a sigh and finished your drink. You’d have to finally give up the nostalgia of the Hawkins you grew up in.

Oh no. You stiffened as the drunk leaned towards you, unsteady on the bar stool.

“If I told you that you have a beautiful–” His latest attempt was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. He was yanked up so quickly it was a miracle he stayed on his feet.

“That’s enough for tonight, John. Leave the lady alone.”

It happened in the blink of an eye. So you blinked a few more times. Had anyone been so happy to see Jim Hopper’s frowning face?

John was led away and you grabbed your purse, digging through it for your wallet. You paid for your drinks and left a good tip for the bartender. They hadn’t left you alone with John once, and they deserved something extra if they had to deal with him on a regular basis.

Jim was back, without his frown this time.

“Just leaving.” You said, nodding. You got off the bar stool and stumbled forward a step. It must’ve had a short leg or something. You tried to see it and when you straightened up the frown was back. 

“Uh huh. Let’s get you home.” He put his hand on your elbow and gestured towards the door. 

The room took a second to catch up when you moved your head around, so you didn’t argue. 

Town Drunk John had been handed off to Callahan and they both waved at you from the patrol car while you climbed into Jim’s Blazer. 

The ride was silent as you left the main street and headed towards Joyce’s house. 

The window rolled down with jerky movements and you closed your eyes at the first blast of cool night air. It felt wonderful on your burning face. The seat belt dug into your chest and you grunted, moving around in the seat and pulling on it before giving up. You unbuckled and leaned against the door frame, finally comfortable.

This angle gave you the perfect view of Jim. His face was cast into light and shadows by the passing street lights and the shifting highlight of his features was fascinating. He was another thing that had changed. 

He glanced over and caught you studying him.

“What are you looking at?” He asked. Passing headlights made his blue eyes glow briefly.

“When they called the station to get that guy I didn’t think you’d come. You’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off since I got back.”

He huffed out what could be a laugh or a sigh. “Yea, this town will do that to you.” He glanced at you again. “Why are you back?”

The question made you bristle. “Am I not allowed back in town? Was there a decree that I was exiled?”

“Nothing like that. I understand why you came last time- for Jonathan and Joyce. Then we found Will. Just thought you’d go back East.”

“I gave my two weeks notice and left.” You said it in a rush; you hadn’t told anyone that, not even your sister. “First Will, now Bob… I thought I could help. That I could do something.” 

Jim made a noise in the back of his throat and nodded at the empty road.

“The first thing she said to me when I came back was ‘I just got rid of you.’” There was some unnameable emotion in your chest. You couldn’t stop poking at it like a bruise. “Her eyes were red and her face was all swollen. She was a mess, but she still asked why I was there. And now you too. Is it that shocking that I’m back?”

“No. We always thought you’d be one of the ones who left and never came back, s’all.” His fingers tapped the steering wheel. “So you’re staying for a while?”

“Yea. For a while.” You could feel your buzz fading and being replaced with tiredness, so you tipped your head back to encourage the dizzy feeling. 

Joyce’s house light up in the headlights and Jim put the car in park, waiting for your head to come back up. 

“Thanks for the ride, Chief.” You said. Something was spurring you on, making you reckless. Maybe it was the wine, or those twisted emotions you kept shoving down. Whatever it was you grabbed it, throwing caution to the wind, and leaned over to kiss Jim on the cheek. 

You missed your mark. Either you were still pretty tipsy or he had turned his head, but you were kissing him on the lips. Well, a little up and to the right, but definitely still on the mouth. You stayed there for a heartbeat, and then another, caught by his eyes. You’d never been this close to see how pretty they were before. 

Everything moved so quickly, you don’t know how you got out of the Blazer and into the house in one piece. You felt a little sick.

You told yourself not to look out the window as you locked the door.

The couch that had been fine for your previous stay didn’t hold the same appeal now. You went to Joyce’s bedroom and dropped your purse on the floor while kicking off your shoes. The pants and bra followed in quick order. Joyce finally noticed when you pulled the covers back and got in bed with her.

“Grace?” She asked, her face scrunching up in confusion. You didn’t say anything and she watched you settle in. Once you stopped moving she closed her eyes. “We haven’t done this since we were kids.”

“Haven’t done a lot of things since then.” You said. Jim’s face kept flashing through your mind. 

Joyce nudged you with her foot. “Did you at least brush your teeth or drink some water?”

You nudged her back. “Yes, Mom.” You hadn’t thought of that. All you’d wanted was the comfort of an actual bed.

A softer nudge this time. “Are you okay?”

You mumbled something into the pillow that you hoped she’d take for the affirmative. “Are you?” You asked her. What a shitty sister you were, feeling sorry for yourself when Joyce was going through hell. 

The bedroom was silent and you wondered if she’d fallen asleep. 

“Yeah.” There was enough resolve in her voice that you could believe she meant it this time. If she wasn’t ok now, she would be.

[missredherring]

Saving Grace - Part Three

(Fic header by @whirlybirbs. Beta read by @agentofloveandcourage.)

Jim Hopper x Reader (Grace is a placeholder name.)

Summary: Hopper mentally prepares for your next meeting. 

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Hopper flipped through the latest field report and made a notation in the margin. His desk had more files on it than ever, but he didn’t mind. For once the paperwork was the best part of the job.

Why? Because nothing was going on.

Craig said Nelson was stealing apples from his tree, but Nelson said it wasn’t stealing since that branch was hanging over the fence. Nelson said he’d told Craig to trim it back many times, so if anything, this was Craig’s fault. It went around and around. 

Nothing about Demogorgons.

Moira claimed that someone was sabotaging her prize rose bushes because they didn’t want her in the running at the fair this year. It couldn’t possibly be that this happened every year and she had a black thumb. 

Nothing about Demodogs, or whatever the hell that Henderson kid had called them.

Eleven -Jane, he needed to get used to calling her Jane now-  was doing fine with no side effects from closing the gate. She was doing normal kid stuff, which was great. And driving him nuts. Just a little. 

The intercom crackled as Flo called in to let him know that you were here to pick up your car.

Another thing that was driving him nuts. 

But that wasn’t quite right. The insanity was only a symptom, it wasn’t the disease. And he knew what the disease was. It felt like taking a punch straight to the chest, recognizing the first sparks of attraction. He couldn’t deny it. He’d felt it after the first few dates with Diane, and he’d felt it again last night when you kissed him. 

The interest had been there when you first came back to Hawkins. He’d pushed it to the back of his mind when the monsters from the Upside Down had breached the barrier into this dimension. By the time he had finished dealing with the publicity of the Hawkins Lab Leak you were gone.

When you’d kissed him last night those sparks had turned into a shock, burning brighter than every Christmas light Joyce had hung last year, like it was delivering a message from beyond telling him to “kiss back, idiot.” When he’d gotten enough of his wits together you’d already gone into the house.

That’s twice he hadn’t reacted quickly enough. In the morning light with a cup of strong black coffee making its way through his veins he was determined to not let it happen a third time. 

He took a deep drag on a cigarette just as you walked into his office. For a brief moment the scene seemed like something from the noirs his dad liked: smoke clouding a room when the dame in distress came calling. But he wasn’t a P.I. and you looked like you were walking to your doom instead of coyly asking for help. 

“Morning, Grace.” “Jim.”

“How’s your day going?” “It’s going. Can I have my keys? I have a lot of stuff I need to do today.” You said. You still weren’t looking directly at him, instead focusing on a point to the left of his ear.

He bet you did. From what you’d told him last night you didn’t have any solid plans of what to do now that you were back in Hawkins. He pulled open a drawer in his desk and took out your car keys. He stubbed his cigarette out and got up, taking only a few steps to close the distance between you. 

Hopper saw the moment you stopped yourself from taking a step back as he advanced towards you. Like Joyce, you were a good deal shorter than him, only coming up to his chest. Looking down at your face, he acknowledged the warm feeling of affection in his chest with a smile. Your wary expression only deepened. 

“Thank you for taking care of my car.”

“You left them at the bar.” He said, offering you the keys. You took them but he didn’t let go.

“At least I remembered my purse.” You muttered. 

“So you remember what happened last night?” Hopper asked.

“A lot of bad one-liners were involved.”

“I gave you a ride home.” He said. You shrugged in agreement and he waited a moment to see if you would say anything. When you didn’t he continued. “And you kissed me.”

That got a reaction. “Okay, I wouldn’t say I kissed you. I went to kiss your cheek as a thank you gesture and you moved.”

“Uh huh. You know, they say people are more honest when they’re drunk.”

You made some sputtering noise and he couldn’t stop the grin spreading over his face.

“What if I wanted you to kiss me?” He added. Hopper could see the way you tensed. Your hand tightened around the keys and you quickly glanced towards the door, checking your escape point. He made you nervous, or at least the situation did. So he stood his ground. “Well, would that be so bad?”

He saw the moment the unease turned to anger. Your faced was flushed and your eyebrows slammed down over your eyes. In a quick movement you jerked the keys from his grip and took a step back. 

“Don’t tease me, Jim.” You said and made your retreat. 

Hopper watched you go and scratched at his chin. He sat down at his desk and took a sip of coffee, grimacing while swallowing. It was cold now.

That could have gone better, but it also could’ve gone worse. He was going to count it as progress; a step in the right direction. He’d put the idea of a welcomed kiss on the table and you’d flipped the table over. But the idea was still there. 

Hopper could be a patient man. He’d a lot of practice and he had a feeling that between you and Jane he’d need to improve that particular skill. 

He pulled another file over and opened it. Myrtle had put in a complaint about the geese from Hess’ farm coming over to her property and wrecking havoc with her cats. She’d also added a warning that next time it happened, she’d be having a goose dinner. He chuckled. The people of Hawkins were really something else.

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Self Defense

Jim Hopper x F!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: A lesson on self defense from the police chief himself.

“If you’re in trouble, you call the station and the Chief of Police will be there asap.” Hopper said, looking at you with a fond smile.

“What if you’re not there?” Jane asked from behind him. You both turned to her. She had a solemn, serious look on her face and a shiver raced down Hopper’s spine. 

“If I’m not-” He paused. The question brought a twisting ache to his chest, but he nodded. It was a fair question. “Come over here, Jane. You should know this too.”

When Jane joined them he brought your hand up and curled the fingers into the palm. 

“If an assailant comes at you, don’t try and throw a punch. You might miss, or not put enough force behind it. Put your hand like this and ram it into their nose, moving upwards. Use the heel of your palm and the nose should break, giving you enough time to get away.”

Hopper mimicked the motion, placing your hand right under his nose, resting on his moustache. 

“Got it?” He asked, his voice muffled. You and Jane both nodded. He nodded back and kissed your wrist before letting your hand go. 

You wrinkled your nose; his moustache tickled on that sensitive skin.  

[missredherring]

Saving Grace - Part Two

(Fic header by @whirlybirbs. Beta read by @agentofloveandcourage.)

Jim Hopper x Reader (Grace is a placeholder name.)

Summary: You and Joyce have a couple of conversations. Things get real: there’s a dramatic exit and some crying. You know, sister stuff.

Part One - Part Two

Jim Hopper x Reader (Grace is a name place holder.)

The sound of the phone ringing woke you up. By the time you made it into the kitchen the boys were gone and Joyce was cleaning up breakfast. You took the cereal box from her hand and went to get a bowl, spoon, and the milk. 

It was quiet while you ate and Joyce washed the dishes.

“What are your plans for today?”

“Job searching.” You said around a mouth of cereal. 

“A job? You’re not going to stay that long, are you?”

You could see Joyce looking at you from the corner of your eye but there was cereal to chase around the bowl. It was better to rip it off like a band-aid, right?

“I decided to move back here for a while. I quit my job and all my stuff is in storage.” You said.

Joyce dropped a plate into sudsy water.

“What!? Why would you do that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you like your job?”

‘Well, yea, but I’m sure I can find something here. I thought you’d need the help.”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” Joyce’s voice had been rising in volume, and she was yelling now. It pissed you off. All the muddled emotions you’d been trying to will away came roaring up so fast your ears rang. 

“Fine. I’ll get out of your hair.” You said as you stood up and tossed the bowl into the sink. It hit the bottom and splashed up a lot of water. Joyce gasped and jumped as it soaked through her shirt. It made you pause for a second. You didn’t mean to make a mess, but how had the morning gone so wrong so quickly? Without another word you went to the bedroom.

Joyce leaned on the sink with her shoulders up around her ears. The sink should be dented with how hard she was grasping at it, but it only made her fingers hurt. It sounded like you were throwing things around in the living room now. Bob’s cries echoed in her mind and she knew she couldn’t let you just run off, no matter how she felt. But, damn it, you had been safe on the East Coast- far away from Hawkins and the nightmare it had become in the last few years. 

“Grace.” Joyce found you hunched over your suitcase. Seeing the small thing now she wondered how you’d decided what to pack and what to leave behind. “You can’t leave.”

“Watch me.”

“Stop being dramatic for a second and use your brain. Unless you’re going to steal my car, hitchhike, or walk, you can’t leave. You left your car at the bar, remember?”

No, you hadn’t.

“Hop called earlier. They brought your car to the station so you can pick it up there.”

Great.

Joyce sighed and called out while she went to her room. “I’ll drop you off on my way to work. We’re leaving after I change my shirt.”

It looked like awkward car rides were your new thing. You stared out the window and ignored Joyce who seemed to be struggling not to talk. That lasted for all of five minutes.

“It’s not that I don’t want you here, Grace.” Joyce told her steering wheel. She looked over and had to bump your arm to get your attention. When you made eye contact she held it for a second before turning back to the road. She grimaced. “I think all the shit that’s happened in the last couple of years has really messed with me.”

Now you fulled faced her. So far Joyce hadn’t opened up to you about what happened with Bob or Will. She’d been so focused with holding the family together and making sure the kids were okay. Everything seemed normal if you hadn’t heard her crying at night.

“After Will getting lost, and Bob’s death. What if something happens to you? I couldn’t keep my kid safe; what chances do I have of keeping my sister safe?”

Oh. That wasn’t what you’d been expecting at all. Faintly, you were annoyed that she’d managed to snap you out of your anger so quickly. But the rest of you, the rest of you was just glad you had your sister. That bond that had been forged in the hellfire of growing up together felt tangible. Your eyes quickly filled with tears and you tried to wipe them away subtly.

Joyce parked in front of the police station. “Well? Are you gonna say something or what?”

“It’s not your job to protect me,” You started to say. Shit. Your nose was starting to run and you had no choice but to sniff loudly. “That’s not on you, dummy. I can make my own horrible life choices by myself.”

Joyce’s laugh was watery and you knew if you looked at her neither of you would be able to hold it together.

“Yea, you’re doing pretty good so far.” She said.

“We’ll be ok, Joyce.” You said before sniffing loudly again. You got out of the car and wiped your eyes. Hopefully a careless wave would be enough to convince her to leave. Peaking around you looked for Joyce’s green Pinto in the parking lot, but thankfully it was gone. You did however see your own car, innocently parked next to a police cruiser. 

A few minutes passed while you stood on the sidewalk trying to get your equilibrium back. The early morning sun was struggling to make it’s way through the clouds and there was a faint breeze. It was a nice morning. 

Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and your car keys will be waiting for you at the reception desk and you won’t have to talk to Hopper at all.