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Don’t Call Her Annie. Part 2. Advice & Arrests

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader (OFC)

Word Count: 4300+

Summary:  Annette Horowitz is Joyce’s younger sister. She hasn’t been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove herself. She hasn’t been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she’d thought she’d finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself? 

A/N: I just hit 400 followers! So have 4000 words in celebration!

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Warnings: Angst. Language. Fighting. Fluff. Mentions of gore. Mentions of drug use. Mental Illness. Trauma.

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With fighting a Demogorgon and being on the run from the government checked off your list of things to do before you die, you find yourself in the calm aftermath of the traumatic experience.

You found yourself with the kids the night Jim and Joyce left to go to the Upside Down for Will. You'd begged Joyce to go in her place. Jim had then yelled at both of you because he wanted neither of you to go.It didn’t go unnoticed by any of the three of you...how strange it felt to be together again fighting. Jim was hit with a wave of nostalgia, the Horowitz girls both yelling, teaming up together against him. He never stood a chance. After Joyce pulled the "I'm his mother." card that you couldn't top, you'd reluctantly stayed behind in the gym with the kids. You had ended up being useful at least, getting them running and stalling and misdirecting Brenner's men as they closed in on the school. You'd seen the Demogorgon emerge from the wall, as you vibrated with fear at the sight. You heard it's shrill noises that hurt your ears even after the fact. You'd been let go of by the uniformed men as they all grabbed their guns to kill it. You'd turned and ran down the hallway as fast as you could. You grabbed an automatic rifle off of one of the bodies near you as you'd hid behind a corner. Your shoes slipped in the blood on the linoleum as you tried to scurry to find the kids after you saw the oozing, heaving beast move to one of the bodies at the end of the hallway.

You don't talk about what happened to you to anyone. Not even your sister, even though you knew she wanted you to. You weren't about to add your problems onto hers. You were a bit too traumatized to immediately want to run away like you normally would at this point. You found yourself staying with Joyce more often than not. With the thought of not being able to spend time with your family again after the close call with Will, you start to realize your time may be better spent with them. You had built in people you felt you could trust, not many people had that. Not just your family, but a new group of people you'd called strangers what felt like just moments ago. It wasn't until faced with losing it all that you realized it's importance.

As the weeks pass, you start to feel like you can function again, leave the house, not have to get drunk to sleep, not jump at every sound you hear when you're alone. You start the painful process of getting yourself back into one piece, dragging yourself out of the depression.

You come back from a ride to clear your head. You see the cars in the driveway, the lights on and laughter from inside. You feel the pull again, the urge to run from the picturesque moment. You see Jim's Police Blazer in addition to Joyce and Jonathon's cars. He'd kept checking in with visits and phone calls. You'd began to find his attentiveness endearing. He’d brought back your nephew and he could’ve never checked on your family again. His obligation was fulfilled, but he’d kept on appearing when you’d start to forget about him again. You begrudgingly admit to yourself that he was a good man, a man you could trust. He wasn’t the man of subtle villainous intentions you’d warped some of your memories into to cope with your infantile heartbreak.

At the end of the evening, you'd been sneaking away to the backyard, leaning against the hidden side of the shed, trying to ignore the feelings in your gut. It'd been getting worse, and tonight you'd found yourself not wanting to turn around when you reached the county line. You take out another cigarette, trying to reason with yourself.

He sees you start to knock your pack of cigarettes against your palm as you slink out of the room, hiding your face with your hair. Your long legs carry you almost silently down the back steps. It's been over 15 minutes since you've left by the next time he looks at the clock. He excuses himself and goes to look for you. He doesn't see you when he looks out of the back door, standing with his hands on his hips, he slowly moves across the backyard, smelling your brand of cigarette smoke. He eventually sees it rising from behind the shed. He smirks to himself, getting out his own pack to join you. You still hid behind the shed to smoke, he was hit with nostalgia and he couldn't help but think about the last time he'd seen you before he left Hawkins.

"Hey." he startles you as you hear him coming around the side of the shed. Jim comes into view, already lighting a cigarette.

"Hey." you flatly reply. He wasn't exactly who you needed to see right now, not when you were feeling so raw. You'd managed to escape one on one conversation with him since he'd helped save Will. You knew you couldn't avoid it forever but you had given it a shot.

"Good to know you still sneak out here to smoke." he says with a grin, exhaling and looking into the woods. You let out a small noise of amusement, shrugging and realizing he was right.

"Good to know you can still find me when I want to be alone." you grin, but look at the ground and move your foot over overgrown grass.

"I can leave if you want. But you've been gone awhile, I had to check on you at least." he shrugs, showing you he wasn't here to bother you.

"You don't have to. I was only partially joking." this time you look at him when you smirk. He'd noticed you leave.

"The past few weeks you've been staying out here for longer and longer." he exhales forcefully, "You wanna tell me why that is?" his eyebrows raise, his voice was inquisitive but not aggressive.

"Of course, I don't," you answer with a huff of a laugh at how difficult you wanted to be for no real reason. "But maybe I need to change that old habit." you mumble, taking in a drag to distract from the pounding in your chest.

"Joyce told me this is the longest you've stayed around before." he adds, motioning with his hands as he talked subtly.

"Yeah, I'd noticed that too." you half answer, keeping your eyes on the line of the forest.

"She’s worried you're going to leave again." his posture mirrors yours, you don't look at each other, your eyes wander.

"She should be," you say quietly, you cross your arms and take a hard inhale. "Don't tell her I said that." you add quickly, looking up at him.

"I won't. Took me too long to earn your trust, why would I break that now?" he nudges you with his elbow, trying to ease your tension.

"Yeah I can't make anything easy." you groan, your head resting on the wall.

"For what it's worth, I think you should stay." his voice drops lower, his hands go to his pockets. "I'm not going to tell you what to do, but, I think you should stay through the holidays. Revisit how you feel after that." he throws his cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot. "Joyce would love it if you stayed." he turns his body to face yours, blocking out the light on the telephone pole creating an intimidating silhouette. "And because I've been there before, I know you want to try to make things up to them." his hand rests on your arm, you move your eyes to look at it. "That would be a great place to start." you move your head just slightly to look into his eyes. He pats your arm.

"That's..." you let out a heavy sigh, letting your cigarette die in your fingers. "very good advice," you say with an apathetic shrug. He smiles at you, patting you again as he moves to leave. "I don't want to leave." you say under your breath, a small cry for help. Luckily he hears it. He stands with his hands on his hips, head tilted and patient expression. He knew you didn't share. He also has the natural tendency to be an asshole to people who try to love him, so he feels a deep empathy towards you. Maybe his lingering presence when you were younger hadn't helped you in the way he thought it might. "I get this itch. This pull to leave when things get..." you move your hand to help you express your thoughts. "stable." you nod in agreement with yourself and look up at him. He nods with an indifferent expression of understanding your point. "I get all cagey and feel trapped when I think I'm being, " you use air quotations, "domesticated." you roll your eyes at how immature it all felt to you suddenly. "I know it's stupid but-"

"It's not stupid at all." he says, moving closer to you. His answer catches you off guard, your face softens as his becomes lit by the street lamp as he looms over you. The frown retreats to just your mouth, the ease with which he kept staring into your eyes made you feel small, and that wasn't something you felt often.

"It makes me feel stupid, then." your eyes go a little sad. "It's hard for me to have faith that things will be okay if I stay. I always have this heavy feeling that I'm going to ruin everything for them by just being here, somehow." His chest feels tight as he feels deep, painful empathy for your thoughts, taken off guard by your straightforward admission. Your words were raw but your body language was still reserved. He feels compelled to try to fix this for you but he sees you don't need him to do that anymore. He decides to share a bit of himself with you instead, returning the vulnerability he wanted to encourage from you.

"Like you're cursed or somethin'." he says quietly, looking over your shoulder into the driveway, nodding, his tongue working over his teeth behind his lips.

"Yeah, exactly," you say, your brow furrowing as your lips part slightly with surprise, forgetting to appear hardened for a moment.

"Trust me, I understand." he looks back down at you, his lips tight.

"Maybe you do," you respond, giving him a half smile. You let out one more sigh, trying to start shedding your old habits. "I'll stay." you whisper, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. Your chest feels tight, you stand and let out a loud exhale before turning towards the back door. He's surprised by the strong wave of relief he feels at your words.

"I think you're making the right decision." he responds with subtle enthusiasm at the news.

"I hope so." you say, turning your head back to him for a moment before heading back into the house. You felt like it might be time to start trying to face the things you'd been running from all these years.

As he followed you back into the house, he realized that he'd asked you to stay for Joyce, but it wasn't just her that wanted you to stay anymore. ========================================================= You sat in a chair up against the wall of the Hawkin's Police Station. Your hands are cuffed behind you, you're injuries are left to dry in the stale air of the room. They'd left you handcuffed to a chair but left the cell open. They're lucky you didn't have any intentions of escaping. You are lost in thought and staring at the ceiling, wondering how long you're going to have to wait here tonight.

He stomps down the hall, putting his hand on the doorframe as he sees you sitting in the cell. He stops and takes a deep breath before approaching you. Your shirt is distractingly disheveled. Your chest pushed out from your hands still in cuffs behind your back, your head bent back, resting on the wall behind you. Your legs crossed at the knee, your face rested in an attractive pose, your annoyance visible just under the surface.

"Jesus, Ann, a bar fight? Really?" he stands in front of you shaking his head. You move your eyes to him, leaving your head against the wall, your mouth pressed together.

"I'm not happy about this either, Jim." you grumble out, your face straight.

He throws a folder on the bed in the small space. He holds your jaw to look at your injuries. "Who put you back here? They shouldn't have let you sit here like this." He sighs and uncuffs you, you smell his brand of cigarettes on him as he leans on your shoulder to unlock your wrists. As your arms are freed, you groan at the feeling coming back to your muscles. "Stay here. I've gotta get the first aid kit." he's mumbling to himself, cursing under his breath.

Here he was taking care of you again. You didn't have the same fondness for the gesture as you did when you were younger. You run your fingers through your hair and find that the small cut on your head has bled out of proportion to the injury. You could feel your swollen lip, you were sure there were other bruises forming at this point. You probably looked bad ass, you thought. You wish that you'd given off that vibe enough earlier in the evening.

He's relieved to see you haven't run away this time, he kneels in front of you and set the box on the bed. You wish you could say this was the first time Hopper had patched you up after a fight. He was such a boy scout.

"Tell me what happened." he says, being attentive to the cut on your head, not looking into your eyes.

"I got in a fight. Obviously." you say with an attitude. He pushes the cotton ball with peroxide on it roughly to your skin. "Ow. That's a bit passive aggressive even for you, Jim." you smirk.

"Stop being a smart ass and tell me what happened." he scolds, going back to being gentle with you, holding your face still with his other hand. "You pickin' fights again now? You're a grown woman, what's wrong with you?" he's mad at you and you don't entirely understand why. You had the strange pang of guilt from his words.  You felt insulted and you weren't used to words hurting your feelings. Why did you feel so sensitive and emotional lately? You'd made lots of changes you liked, but this one you weren’t a fan of.

"I'd like it if you didn't talk to me like that." you mumble, you move your lips to frown but hiss as it stings more than you expect. "You don't even know why I got in a fight." you say defensively.

"That's why I'm asking, Ann. Stop being so difficult. C'mere" he moves your head again to start wiping away your mess of makeup and get to your surface wounds.

"They were talking shit about you and Joyce." you mumble as his hand obscures your speech by pressing on your cheeks.

"Half of my job is people talking shit about me. There are no fights you should ever get into on my behalf," he instructs, his voice less angry. He reaches to throw the used cotton balls in the small wastebasket outside the cell. He sighs and rests his hand on your leg. "Joyce doesn't need you fighting her fights either. As someone who has gotten into too many fights on her behalf, "He exhales hard and shakes his head, "Just don't do it, kid. It never ends well when she finds out." You nod and look at the floor.

"If I can't beat up someone for calling you a lazy sonofabitch who's bad at his job, AND if I can't beat anyone up for calling my sister a crazy bitch..." You take a deep breath and look at the cuts on your hands as he touches them. "Then can I beat them up for shoving me?" you ask, your voice going lower, you're hit with just how tired you are.

"Well, they shouldn't have touched you." he says obviously. "Or did you shove first?" he smirks and keeps attending to your wounds as you speak.

"I didn't hit him first." you say in an annoyed whisper of an explanation. "I didn't hit him until he had to call me fat." you let out a noise of frustration. "So fuckin' stupid." you shake your head back and forth, being embarrassed that that specifically was what had pushed you over the edge.

"Wait." he holds both of your hands in his and looks into your eyes. "You beat up a GUY?" he asks, surprised.

"Yeah," you say holding your palms up to show it wasn't a big deal to you.

"What the hell, Annie?" he's holding your face. You stiffen at his voice saying the name.

"Please don't call me that." you barely whisper, your voice giving away how tired you were. He overlooks your words.

"A guy beats you up and they bring YOU in?" he lets out a huff of a laugh. "How the hell does THAT happen?"

"I was the one on top when the cops showed up." you chuckle nervously. "I think they took him to the hospital." you mumble.

His laugh catches you off guard before he stops suddenly and grabs your knee again. "Wait, a grown man called you FAT?" his shoulders shakes as he laughs, looking at you with a confused face for a moment. "What kind of bullshit, playground insult is that?" he says rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. Assholes always do after you turn them down." you roll your eyes at the thought. "Nothing new, don't know why it was the straw that broke me." you shake your head.

"You're not even fat." he says with amusement in his voice.

"It's a lame insult." you let out a small huff of a laugh at his attempt at a compliment. "But little boys get intimated by the curves, so their lizard brains put together an insult about the body they were just trying to get into 5 minutes earlier. Idiots." you let out an exasperated sigh. You change the subject, you weren't fishing for compliments from the Chief of Police. "Was I warranted for hitting him for calling me WHORE-owitz then?" you shrug your shoulders moving as you spoke. "Or for threatening me with a broken beer bottle when he hit the floor after I punched him?" you scrunch your nose as Jim rolls his eyes up to, giving you a scolding look. "ANY of that worth me defending myself, Chief?" your face is flushed with frustration at the memories.

"Now it's hard to know if I'm mad or proud." he finally smiles at you. He finishes wrapping your hands and gently runs his fingers over your knuckles. "As the Chief, I'm mad as hell." he furrows his brow at you, leaning in closer to you. "But as Jim..." he grins, "I'd have paid to see that." You can't help but lift at least one of the corners of your mouth up at his response. "I'm glad you beat him up so I didn't have to." he smiles softly again, working on the last injury, the busted lip. "Can't have guys hitting on one of my favorite girls, now can I?"

"Shut up, Hop." you laugh, your chest bouncing with it. "And I'm not sure if the word usage of "hitting on" was the best choice." you smirk.

"Yeah, you really are bad at compliments aren't you?" he holds in a laugh, his belly moving under his uniform. Your shoulders slump slightly because he's right. You could've just said thanks. You stay quiet as he works on your swollen lower lip. It stings as he cleans it and you squeeze your eyes shut for a second. "I know, I know. Sorry." he says softly, his fingers and eyes moving quickly around your face. The shift to tenderness catches you off guard. You melt into his hands a little too much when he holds the sides of your face to look you over one last time. You fight back the sigh that wants to escape your body.

"I've got a few more questions and then I'm gonna let you go." he says, putting away the first aid kit. He brings you a soda and sits across from you in the cell.

"Fine." you reply. "Interrogate me, Chief." you let out a noise that might've been classified as a giggle.

"When I pulled up your records I didn't expect there to be so much in here, honestly." he smirks, looking in the file.

"Oh great, I love answering questions about terrible memories I want to forget." you laugh out loud, wincing as you hold your ribs.

"You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to." he answers in an obvious tone.

"What do you wanna know, Chief?" you ask, leaning back in the chair, your legs spread out.

"I didn't know you were so active in the Vietnam protests, for starters," he asks, his voice even and genuinely interested. "I didn't know you were involved in any of that." the surprise is evident in his voice.

"I..." you sigh and look away from him, you'd give him most of the story, he didn't need to know everything. "I felt strongly about it. It took too many good people from me. I couldn't sit and do nothing." you explain, meeting his gaze again. You'd given him the answer he wanted, not the complete real one but, close enough.

"Then you went to New York?" he asks, looking at the paper in front of him. He laughs and looks over at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "We were in New York at the same time." he seems thoroughly amused by this fact.

"Yeah I kept getting arrested and told them to send you but apparently cops don't work like pizza guys." you snort out a laugh and sit back up, your elbows on your knees.

"Good one," he nods and you humbly accept his compliment this time. "You didn't get arrested in the right places." he smirks at you. "Good at keeping those thefts under the felony charge, though." You let out a loud laugh that catches him off guard. You run your hand through your hair, a charming smile moving across your face as you swing your eyes back around to him. He can smell your perfume as you fluff your hair. He thought about how soft your face looked when you laughed. He became unexpectedly flustered when you locked eyes with him and leaned in closer suddenly.

"I got better at getting out of trouble the older I got, believe it or not." you flash all your teeth in an easy going expression.

"You must have, the charges just stop after that." he narrows his eyes at you. "Life of crime prove too hard for you?" he smirks again, your face falls slightly and he worries he's insulted you accidentally.

"Something like that yeah." you scrunch your nose. Once again deciding how much information to divulge to him. Not that you didn't trust him, you were just battle-worn with worry about people using things against you. "I, uh..." you heavily sigh and see no reason to hold this back. From what you'd heard about him, he might just understand. You take a chance on him and put yourself out there. "I was in a bad place." you say with a nod. "Someone close to me died. I moved on to drugs, things got dark for little while there." you chew your cheek in thought. "The charges stop because I left New York and got sober." you hesitate to look back up at him. You didn't need junkie added to the hurtful things you heard hurled at you tonight.

"I shouldn’t have said that, sorry." his eyes are apologetic and it both hurts and feels good to see it in his eyes for you.

You shrug it off. "You've never purposely hurt my feelings before so I didn't expect you to start now." you mumble, taking another drink of soda.

"I'm glad you realize that at least." he gives you a supportive smile, reaching out to rub your knee again.

"You don’t have to look at me like I’m broken now. It was a long time ago." you cross your arms.

"I'm not. I just empathize is all." he shakes his head at you. "I've had problems dealing with people close to me leaving too." his lips are tight. You knew about his daughter and his ex-wife, Joyce had told you what she knew. You were familiar with the look of someone who had such heavy baggage they have to self-medicate to deal with life going on. You felt oddly connected to him, knowing that he understood.

"Thanks." you say roughly. You were trying, you really were. You notice how big his hand is as it squeezes your large thigh. You gulp at the touch, knowing he didn't mean anything by it, but being affected by it nonetheless. You needed to get away from him. Enough bonding over feelings between you both for one night.

Chapter 3

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Story Recommendations Part III

A list of ‘x Reader’ fics I’ve read (or reread) recently that I adore and think you will, too! Please read and reblog, and support these fantastic authors and their work!

PART ONE HERE

PART TWO HERE

NSFW = *

Jim Hopper

Some Legs Are Meant To Be Broken | @jimjams83 - When Hopper breaks both of his legs, and you’re the newest employee at the station, it means you get recruited to be his babysitter. Would he be as frustratingly difficult to deal with as you imagine?

Bucky Barnes 

Under His Spell | @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan - You overhear Bucky talking to your cat one morning.

With You | @writers-wasteland - “Hey, it’s me. Sorry to call so early.” + “Hey, listen. We should probably talk about last night.”

Dean Winchester

*Pet Names | @rowdyhooliganism - After Sam and Dean beat you to a case, Reader decides to have a drink with the infamous Winchester and get to know them, especially Dean, a little more intimately.

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy

*Remember | @writers-wasteland - Drabble inspired by prompts.

*On The Futility of Revenge | @bkwrm523 - Leonard and Jim get competitive. The reader places a bet. Leonard gets revenge for the bet, and later regrets it.

*Personal Grooming | @bkwrm523 - While the Enterprise crew’s on extended leave, the reader comes home to find her boyfriend’s made a surprising personal grooming change.

*Following Orders | @bkwrm523 - Pure smut and playful Leonard.

*The One With The Vibrator | @bkwrm523 - The reader misses Leonard. The reader’s in for a surprise.

*Happy Hour | @medicatemedrmccoy -  3,950 word(s) of drunk handsy Leonard.

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Have you written anything else for Hopper or know any good blogs? I'm falling in love with that man.

Hey, anon! The Hopper thirst is so real! I’ve only written one Hopper fic myself (Showing Appreciation), but there are definitely some other fabulous Hopper writers! Some off the top of my head are:

@daughterofthebrowncoats @atari-writes @flamehairedwritings @lucifer-in-leather @rax-writes @dontmessaroundwithjim @jimjams83 @vanessakayelynn @mrs-squirrel-chester @alahmorah @manawhaat

If I missed anyone, please let me know!

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

The Writer

Sitting down to find the words

Her heart races at the thought

They flow through her with vigor and strife

A combination that leaves her drained but filled

Crafting a draft of a brand-new place

Is better than where she is now

The world in which she lives

Is built upon dreams of a new future dying to be sought

Pouring herself into each and every line

Has become the work of her life

Finding her place

Among the dreamers and poets alike

The words on the pages

Breathe life into her veins

Regardless of those that wish to drag her down

Into the pit of their own makings

Soldiering through, verse by verse

She finds her stride and motion

Characters come and go, leaving her wrought

But happy

Living through them

Giving them someone to love

Giving them a life of wonder

Gives her a purpose of her own

To leave behind a legacy of herself

Woven into a leather-bound promise

A gift to the generations to come

Of a song that lived in her soul

One that shows people can love

And survive any hurdle life throws them

One day she will know

The depths of her sacrifice and what it truly meant

To the people that picked up the fruits of her labor

Found themselves in her words

And how much it had changed their lives, forever

A/N: This was for my friend, one of my favorite authors and all the hard work she pours into everything she does. But for all of you who are writers, don’t ever stop writing. No matter what. Adding all my writers to my usual tags for this one <3

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🖤tag ten people you wanna get to know better🖤

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favorite color: im hugely indecisive so i can’t pick just one so black, every shade of blue, and yellow 💫

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick!! i like lipstick but chapstick is my jam sO

three favorite foods: pancakes, southern food, and almost anything caribbean

last song i listened to: redemption by zacari from the black panther album whaddup

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top three shows: as of late and in no particular order; the good place, the good doctor and the golden girls hahahahahaok

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Having sex in front of a mirror and Hopper making all kinds of dirty remarks of how your cunt looks wraped around his cock.

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Um. Hi. Ugh 👅🔥😶 What day is it?!? Haha Have a great one 😘 @alahmorah @atari-writes @anythingjimhopper @dorned @dontmessaroundwithjim @daddyslittledefect @davidkharbours @daddyharbour @erika92falpal @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @flamehairedwritings @holding-on-to-francis @hawkins-hoe @imagines-oneshots-blog @imagine-hopper @justsimplevicky @jimjams83 @jimhopperfanfics @kiwiphroot @kingharringt0n @lucifer-in-leather @mulletstroker @mysticreviewfest @norcula @onceuponatimeinerebor @persephone-is-here-omg @retroasgardian @tubbypeachwriting @underthenorthstar @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @thephantomofthe-internet, and @yondu-gonna-do-about-it, thank you so much, lovelies!! ❤️

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words as many people as you want!

It had been frenzied, passionate, and God, so good.

Tagged: @atari-writes, @jimjams83, @letsby, @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

[jobean12-blog]

The most amazing and talented! ❤️🤗

@avasparks @atari-writes @alahmorah @anythingjimhopper @bookybuns @cryxlowrites @captainrogerss @doublestufthoreo @dorned @daddyslittledefect @ellana-ravenwood @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @eurusholmmes @flamehairedwritings @fvckingavengers @hymnofthevalkyrie @hawkins-hoe @holding-on-to-francis @imhereforbvcky @imagines-oneshots-blog @imagine-hopper @jurassicbarnes @jimjams83 @kingharringt0n @lucifer-in-leather @lokiandbuckyaremine @marvelous-fvcks @norcula @onceuponatimeinerebor @persephone-is-here-omg @sugardaddytonystark @sebseyesandbuckysthighs @sebbytrash @sexylibrarian1 @tubbypeachwriting @this-kitty-has-claws @tilltheendwilliwrite @theashhole @thetherianthropydaily @tricksters-captain @underthenorthstar @ughjoekeery @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Author Honesty Hour

I was tagged by my Whiskey Girl and Queen @soythedemonqueen to play along, Thanks babe <3

1. Which is the imagine you’re most proud of?

A New World, hands down. It 

2. Which is your least favorite?

I don’t have a least favorite series, but I think my least favorite one-shot was A Day at the Kingdom a Daryl Dixon x Reader story.

3. If you were to recommend one to read to your mum/mom?

NONE OF THEM. 

4. Which one would you consider re-writing?

Probably Find Your Purpose. I sort of regret how I ended it if I am being honest,

5. Biggest regret in an imagine?

See above.

6. Biggest success with an imagine?

Again, probably A New World, considering how many parts were involved and how many of the characters I ended up incorporating.

7. Your imagine with the most notes?

The Bet, Part 1. Currently, it sits at 217 Notes.

8. Your imagine with the least notes

My teaser for the TWD/SPN Crossover Fic I started and never finished, Zombies?! I think its at about 24 notes.

9. What do you think makes a good imagine? Tips?

Enjoy the character you are writing for. Also, if you don’t love the idea or where its going, step away and come back to it later. Usually, you will be able to fix whatever it is that isn’t working.

10. When’s the next update on your works?

I have a handful of requests to fill, then I will get back to Hunting for Home.

11. Number of followers before you started writing and after?

I had a handful, like... less than 10. Once I started writing it grew... I’m currently at 740 now, but like half of those are porn sites so.... yeah.

THE WRITER

1. Which character do you love writing for?

I started out writing primarily Daryl Dixon, but lately, I am pretty focused on Dean Winchester.

2. Which character do you dislike writing for?

When I was writing A New World, I didn’t care for writing Rosita. I found her a bit annoying and hard to get right. 

3. What’s your favorite AU to write for?

The only one I’ve ever tried was a crossover between Supernatural & The Walking Dead. I only wrote a teaser, but I would go back to it one day.

4. What’s your least favorite AU to write for?

I don’t know. I never really read too many before to get an idea of what I like and don’t like. 

5. What do you hope never gets requested?

Destiel. I am all for people doing their own things and shipping whatever makes them happy, but that’s not a ship I feel comfortable with since I am not aboard that boat.

6. What do you wish was requested more?

I would take any Dean or Sam Winchester requests. Sorta digging writing Crowley, but don’t know if I could pull him off with any real substance. I would also love to give something a try from Fringe (Polivia mostly) or Game of Thrones (Ayra x Gendry).

7. Thoughts on writing Smut/POC/Curvy/MxM/FxF?

Smut - even though I do it poorly I love writing it. POC, I am not entirely comfortable as my heritage is basically Irish & Scottish and I am afraid of offending anyone. I am curvy so I could be good with that, even though I’ve never had a request for it. As for M/M & F/F FUCK YES. Anytime, anywhere. Though I prefer to write F/F (I even have an original fiction story I am working on where the main pairing is F/F called The Retreat), I would definitely give M/M a go.

8. Which account is your biggest inspiration in writing?

I started writing fics because of @srj1990  She’s always my inspiration. But I also really get inspired by @soythedemonqueen and @kazosa . All three of them consistently blow me away with what they write, regardless of whether its a fanfic or something original, and I strive to be half as good as these women are. They are my biggest inspirations & Tumblr crushes. 

9. How long have you been an imagine writer for?

I wrote my first fic in early September of last year. 

10. Any upcoming secret works? 🤔

I have big plans for Hunting for Home that only one person knows... but other than that, not really.

Tagging: @sorenmarie87 @kazosa @lucifer-in-leather @hyphymanatee @lefthologramdeer @jimjams83 if y’all wanna play along <3

[ao3feed-strangerthings]

Don't call her Annie.

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2CXU7La

by jimjams83

Annette Horowitz is Joyce's younger sister. She hasn't been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove she isn't a bad person. She hasn't been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she'd thought she'd finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself?

Words: 2056, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Will Byers, Jonathan Byers, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Nancy Wheeler

Relationships: Jim "Chief" Hopper/Original Female Character(s), Jim "Chief" Hopper/You

Additional Tags: Angst, Reader Insert, Fluff, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Explicit Language

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2CXU7La

[suspirian]

@jimjams83 this shit my man

[boogiewrites]

Okay, so, any thoughts on Dad Hopper, or Popper as he's been dubbed? 💞💞💞

Oh I do have thoughts.

HEY, @fangirlinginspace DO I HAVE THOUGHTS ON THIS? lol (Sorry we just talked about this a few hours ago. No joke.)

I think Hopper feels as good as he can when he takes care of other people. He’s so giving/loving because he knows what it’s like to feel otherwise. He thinks that maybe, if he does enough good, he can start to chip away at the hate and guilt he feels one day.

On a brighter note, I think he derives a lot of life from the kids and nurturing them. It’s like the love fills him up, his belly and beard getting bigger the more he allows himself to feel and learn from them.

He misses solitude. He misses silence the most. Sometimes those tiny moments alone between the shutting of a car door and the walk to his side of the car keep him sane. 

At the end of the day, after he’s read El to sleep, he’s leaned forward, watching her breathe. He’s still making sure she’s alive out of instinct and it catches him off guard sometimes, the strong compulsion to keep her safe. 

Sometimes he pets her hair before he gets up to leave, sometimes he doesn’t chance waking her, but he always wants to make sure she’s real, that’s she’s still here and that means everything is okay for a moment longer.

On those nights, when they meet their halfway happy at least, there isn’t anywhere or anyone else he’d rather be. He feels like things are getting better with time. 

Taking care of El also brings in lots of other people he also has to care about now. But he has a big heart that’s capable of as much love as it needs to give, even though he doesn’t see this quality in himself. 

He needs to remember his anger comes from fear, and you have to fix fear with love and understanding. He does try to keep this in mind when he can remember it as the anger causes him to hear his pulse in his ears.

He acts like he’s annoyed constantly by the kids. Always sighing and furrowing his brow, sucking his teeth in agitation. He isn’t though, he just prefers if they left him out of every single one of their pointless conversations on things he doesn’t know or care about. They shouldn’t take it so personally. 

I think he would be stern, maybe Joyce would soften his edges on his parenting style. I think a sweet word from El at the right time might break his heart and make him back track on his demands he made in anger.

One time he hurt El’s feelings so bad unintentionally (hormonal teenager reactions and all) that he has to find her at Joyce’s house. I imagine the sound of El sniffling on the couch and Joyce giving him that scolding look, her mouth in a tight line. Cigarette in her thin fingers as she pokes him in the chest, reminding him of what it was like at their age. Shaming him for being insensitive. 

I think there would be enough moments of him side-eyeing and rolling his eyes at Mike as he interacts with El to make an entire compilation out of.

I also like to think he uses is job skills to always find and interrupt Mike and El as soon as they’re about to kiss. I think he would think this was the peak of comedy. The smile on his face after his stern words to scare them apart as he turns to walk away. I imagine there would be a lot of nostalgia behind his eyes as he walked back to his vehicle after telling El it was time to go. 

I think he would try to push his dating life aside for his “new life” but the kids would try to clumsily change this fact time and time again. They just want him to be happy. Maybe he’d start being a little nicer if they got him a girlfriend.

Those are some free form thoughts I’ve had about Dad Hopper recently. 

I hope this remotely resembles what you might’ve been after.