Loner (Jim Hopper X Daughter! Reader)

Loner (Jim Hopper x Daughter! Reader)

SPOILERS FOR S3. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Summary; Reader is Hoppers older daughter who dies instead of Hopper and Hopper finds a note from the reader after her passing explaining that she knew she was going to die, saving El and Hopper (Slight Billy x reader too)

My birthday party is this Saturday so I will inactive that whole weekend

Caution, this one was completely rushed so its really, really bad

Tagged; @irreplaceable-ecstasy @fraeppuccino @teenwolflover28 @buckysjuicyplums @lcgaf @kyrathekiller @canny1902 @itsfangirlmendes @tellmyselfies @xkotkuu @scarletmeii @krazykatkay456 probably still forgot someone and im sorry

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Dear Dad,

So, I'm not really good at writing letters. I never written a letter like this before, so, I guess that's probably why

We're going to have to fight the Russians, huh? Its funny when I say it out loud, but, thinking about it now, I fear someone might get hurt or, even worse, killed

And I know what youre going to say when you read this letter, 'you are not going to fight the Russians, this is a job left for the adults,'. Well, Dad, I hate to break it to you, but Im an adult now

But, knowing you, you dont count a nineteen year old as an adult. Not in your book. In your book Im still your little girl, who battled cancer like a champ while my sister couldn't. But I am. Im an adult, and its my job to protect Eleven since I couldnt protect Sara

Ive always looked up to you. You taught me how to use a gun at twelve, taught me to fight without a gun at fourteen. Im pretty much like the karate kid now, but with a gun and the Chief of Hawkins as my father

I dont even know why Im writing this letter to begin with. Here I am sitting in Joyce's house while you guys are with a 'dangerous criminal' and Eleven is stopping this big ass monster

Guess I should go help them. Figure out a way to call Steve or Jonathan and meet up with them and do what I do best, fight bad guys

Love, Y/N Hopper

He found it tucked in your jeans. Folding clothes to put in boxes, Jim hears the crumble of the paper and realizes you had forgotten all about the stupid letter

But its all he has left of you. As hes reading it his mind is blurry, emotions jumbled. He would smile at some parts, others he would tear up and remember that you, did, indeed, protect Eleven

Jim knew you were happy now. When Sara died a couple years back and your mother left you with Jim, you became depressed. But knowing you saved not just Eleven but your father, he knew you accomplished your goal in life,

And for once, Jim wasnt pissed at your actions

Your bedroom is empty now. Eleven and Mike are patching the giant hole in the ceiling from the Mindflayer monster (that was fun to explain), while the others picked up furniture and cleaned bits and pieces of the destroyed cabin,

Jim lifts the last box off of your bed, tucking the box into your closet with many more boxes of clothes, items, and old toys,

The note remains clutched in his hand. He doesnt want to let it go. He let you go, not knowing it was your goal to make sure he and El were safe

Jim runs a large hand down his face, heaving a breathy sigh and dropping onto your bed, hand beginning to tremble when it tightened on the paper,

"She wouldnt want you to be like this,"

Jim looks up at a voice. Eleven and Max stood at the door, Maxs lips pressed tight together,

"She wouldnt want you to be like this," Max repeats, Jim nodding his head slowly, looking down at the note,

"I-" Jim inhales deeply, giving Eleven the go to enter the bedroom and sit next to him, sliding her hand into his that didnt have a grip on the letter,

"Y/N loved you," Eleven starts firmly, Jim directing his eyes to hers and watching the young girl smile, "You raised her to be the girl she was. Strong, independent. Her mother and Sara would be proud,"

Jim chuckles, dryly, sniffing away any tears that dared to fall, "She was too independent. She couldnt protect Sara, she knew it was her job to protect you," He hands the letter to Eleven, forcing himself to let it go,

"Billy did, too," Eleven swiftly scans the letter, looking back up at her adoptive father,

"God, they hated each other," Max snorts, Jims lips tugging upwards, "Youd see them glaring at each other or shooting nasty comments at one other,"

"She doesnt play games, thats for sure," Jim chuckles again, softer, "But shes with him now. Maybe this time they'll get along for once,"

Your eyes look over at Billy, his arms crossed and eyebrows raised to you. His eyes flick down to Earth, and you laugh, shaking your head,

"No way Hargrove," You grin, "Not unless you plan to stop smoking any time soon,"

"Not like it can harm me up here," Billy shrugs, looking around the bright, clouded area, "Sucks. My cars not here,"

"You cant go anywhere, dingus," You giggle,

"Dont you want to see California?" Billy questions, and your eyes look down to your father under the clouds, then to Billys extended hand,

Sighing, you take his hand, squeezing, "Lead the way,"

Call Out My Name

John Wick x Reader

Summary: After being found by the Bowery King, the plan to overthrow the high table is set into motion. A face you haven’t seen since your days in the Ruska Roma appears on your doorsteps.

Warnings: None

Author’s note: This is my first time writing for John Wick so I hope you guys like it 😭😭😭 -samantha 💜

Translation: Vozlyublennaya ↠ sweetheart

Before there was Helen, there was Y/N.

They were raised together in the Ruska Roma. Trained to be the best in the game.

And they were.

John couldn’t remember when he fell in love with her. It just happened. Seamlessly. Effortlessly. Naturally. Unfortunately, their relationship never saw the light of day. The director wouldn’t tolerate it if she knew and they would be greatly punished.

But she did know.

And she punished them in a way they could never imagine.

She let John go and serve first without his partner in crime. She kept Y/N at the Ruska Roma as long as she could.

But the decision was no longer in her hands.

Jardani and Y/N would always find their way back to each other.

Even then, the director knew it was inevitable.

John didn’t know what came over him. He had her address for quite some time. He pondered paying her a visit God knows how many times. The piece of paper burned in his suit pocket, a constant reminder that after all these years, he could finally reunite with her.

As he handed her his ticket, John felt a piece of paper being slipped into his rough palms. He stared up at her suspiciously. His chocolate orbs stony and cold. Naturally, John questioned every action of everyone around him. He was an excommunicado with a hefty bounty on his head. Everyone was bound to turn on him at some point. It was him against the world. But when he heard the director’s words, he felt his resolve immediately dissipate.

“She’s safe.” The director spoke quietly. “But now, you may never come home, Jardani.”

He held himself back mostly, thinking that she wouldn’t want to see him.

That she hated him for never coming back for her.

For moving on and marrying another woman.

That he would burden her.

But at last, John Wick surrendered to himself and caved in.

He stood in a hidden corner of her bedroom. His heart nearly swooned at the tiny touches of her. The pair of pointe shoes aesthetically hanging on the wall by a chic vanity. An old wool blanket on the foot of her bed.

The necklace he gave her for the last birthday they spent together.

Being so close to her yet so far away caused John a great amount of sensory overload. He impatiently checked his watch. She should be home soon. As if on que, the sound of the front door opening and closing along with the jingle of keys filled the home. The clicking of heels against the mahogany floors got closer and closer and for once in his life, John Wick was nervous. Anxious even.

Alas, the bedroom door opened and in came his Y/N looking more beautiful as ever, if that was even possible. She was an evolved version of the woman he last saw. Elegant. Refined. There was an almost regal air to her. If she asked him to, John would fall to his knees and beg her for mercy. She switched on a crystal adorned floor lamp, placing her designer purse on the chaise lounge at the foot of her bed before seating herself in front of her vanity and removing her jewelry.

“You can come out, you know.” She spoke calmly.

John froze.

“How do you know I’m not a threat?” He inquired.

She scoffed lightly.

“Because if you were, you would’ve killed me the second I stepped foot in my house.” She stated.

With all the courage he could muster, John stepped out of the dark and into her line of version. Y/N’s breath ceased at the apparition relfected in her mirror. She never thought they’d see each other again. He moved on. Retired, got married, and found a mundane job. She had heard of how he got sucked back into the game, yet still thought she would never see him again. After all these years. Y/N felt a rush of emotions stir wildly inside her.

Anguish because he never came back for her.

Jealously towards the woman who replaced her.

Sympathy for her lover’s loss.

And lastly, empathy. They were separated with no promises of a future. It was only natural for him to move on. She was an old chapter of his life. He needed something new. Something that wasn’t covered in blood and scars. Something that wasn’t her.

“John.” Y/N breathed.

His features twisted into a deep frown.

John.

The name, his own name, spited him.

He was always Jardani to her. Now they were strangers.

He felt his throat constrict. Her name hadn’t left his mouth in years.

“Y/N,” He mumbled, finally exhaling.

She was his breath of fresh air. His salvation.

Y/N turned around, staring up at him with worried eyes.

“Excommunicado,” She gasped. “what have you done, John?”

He stepped closer.

“What I needed to.” He gruffed.

“They’re going to kill you.” Y/N tried to reason. “They won’t stop.”

“Neither will I.” He rebuttled.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and shut your eyes tightly, attempting to shoo away the tears brimming in your eyes. No. You were not going to cry again. Not now. Not after the years you spent crying yourself to sleep in the Ruska Roma. All those nights you spent on stage practicing until you bled and went numb and then some as the production lights seared your skin. Not now.

“Why, John?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Why, after all these years, are you here now?”

He was silent. He knew she would ask this and yet, the usually calculated John Wick had no answer.

“It’s happening.” John said. “I need you by my side when it does.”

Y/N finally looked up at him. Her eyes teary and wide with disbelief. John explained to you the events that took place in the last couple days. How many lives he took while he was on the run, how he stopped by your old stomping grounds and got his ticket torn in exchange for safe passage to Casablanca where he found Sofia. Sofia shot Berrada and the two of them killed all of his men. John then met The Elder who promised to lift the bounty as long as he killed Winston, and finally, all that went down at the Continental to him getting shot off of a roof and being picked up by the Bowery King.

“This is the most optimum opportunity-“

“Jardani!” You exclaimed, tugging roughly at your hair in exasperation. “Do you hear yourself? They’re going to kill us. A fourteen million dollar bounty was bad enough, but now, now you’ve went against The Elder’s word.”

“Everyone I know turned their backs on me, Y/N. Winston threw me off of a fucking cliff- they have my dog, goddamnit.” He growled.

He was pissed. There was no stopping it.

John stalked towards you until he was kneeling in front of you. The tears from your eyes fell freely now. All of the hardness on his face had softened as he grasped your hands softly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you. I had no way, they kept me busy. That’s still no excuse, and I’m eternally so sorry for what I’ve done.” He whispered.

Y/N shook her head and wiped her tears.

“I can’t be mad at you for moving on. Life doesn’t stop for anyone, who would I be if I deterred you from living?” She spoke.

John sighed.

“I need you. More than ever.” He quietly admitted.

She chuckled bitterly.

“Because I can kill twenty people in five minutes with my hands.” She spited.

“Because you’re the only thing I have to lose.” John quickly snapped. “This life tore us apart. It took me away from you only to chew me up and spit me out on the streets.”

His face was closer now. His cafe orbs filled with fire.

“I want to take it all back from them.” He seethed.

You let out a sharp exhale, turning your head away from him just a little.

“This is insane, John. You know how powerful the high table is. The second they see you, the second they know you’re alive, they’ll snipe you out and everyone who aided you. Me included.” You snarled.

“I know.” He admitted.

“John-“

“Vozlyublennaya..” He spoke softly.

Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve dreamed of his voice whispering the nickname for years. After all this time, your desires were finally fulfilled.

“Jardani.” You corrected, cupping his cut up face in your hands. His strong jaw still fit perfectly in your palms.

He pressed his forehead against yours, placing his hands on top of yours and closing his eyes. A moment of comfortable silence fell into place between the two of you. You both just simply basked in each other’s presence.

“I loved her.” John breathed. “But she wasn’t you.”

PART 2

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4 years ago

Don’t scroll past this. Kylie Armstrong was diagnosed with breast cancer and these small dimples were the only signs. She posted the image on Facebook so everyone knows that “that breast cancer is not always a detectable lump.” Here’s how Kylie is doing today.

(If you’re not sure how to do a self breast exam, instructions can be found at BreastCancer.org.)

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3 years ago

I saw The Shape of Water with my brother and after the movie ended he turned to me and said “I’m so glad we got Abe Sapien’s parents love story”. I’m here for that.

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4 years ago

Slytherin x Hufflepuff

- first of all, the slytherin

- the biggest social outcast ever

- that “end of second semester” mood, but all the time

- and the hufflepuff would be the happiest little jelly bean

- they’re the last people anyone expected to get together

- it takes a little time but eventually ppl are so used to it they would actually die if they ever broke up

- slytherin always acts so tough but they cry around hufflepuff

- and hufflepuff is so protective of their slytherin like an angry little hedgehog

- they’re always together, hufflepuff dragging slytherin’s ass to parties and quidditch matches

- “it’ll be fun!”

- “no”

- “please?” *puppy eyes*

- *giving up* “fuck you”

- pillow fights

- eating ice cream and hufflepuff getting a brain freeze and looking so adorable slytherin can feel them self falling for them

- slytherin dropping things on purpose just so they check out hufflepuff

- and hufflepuff knows it

- “[slytherin], I want to take our relationship to the next level”

- “um..”

- “I want to raise a house plant with you!”

- just the most pure, cute relationship ever that no one understands but everyone is jealous of

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5 years ago

The Osiris Club

Summary: You’re the top dancer at the best strip joint Jersey has to offer— The Osiris Club. Sure, it’s grimy as hell, but it’s worth it whenever your favorite client comes in for a good time.

Word Count: 5.5K

Warning: Lemon, purely smutographical content, stripping, bumpin’ and grindin’, face sitting, tail fucking, rough sex, a little fluff at the end for good measure.

A/N: IT’S DONE! Finally! I’m so fucking happy I was able to finish this fic, and just in time for the dvd release! I really hope you guys like it and that I did HB justice. Feedback is gold so don’t forget to drop me a line and reblog, bb’s!