Make It A Good One, Kids.

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

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,"

me: god if this author doesn’t update I’m going to DIE

also me, an author with several WIPs:

V FOR VENDETTA (2005) dir. James McTeigue

The person I reblogged this from is super cute and deserves to have a nice day

I M A G I N E

Being a part of a organisation run by women, who take down the most powerful and dangerous men around the world. Your job; seduce and destroy. But slowly you begin to fall in love with one of the men you where sent to take down, will you be able to accomplish your mission and kill him or will you fail your mission and your fellow women.

For Later*

I’m in a big mood for Jason Momoa lately, guys. I wanna apologize, but I’m not really sorry. I;m just gonna get right into it, here.

Pairing: Arthur Curry x Reader

Word Count: 4483

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut. Seriously, I need church, y’all. Oral-female receiving, fingering-female receiving, unprotected sex, public toy play. 18+ only please.

Summary: Your best friend takes you out to get laid so you can be less grumpy. 

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Jason Momoa, Dwayne Johnson & Chris Hemsworth

okay so imagine a movie where these three are private mercenaries, secret agents, soldiers or whatever

on a mission/personal vendetta to hunt down these two young assassins/criminals played by none other than Tom Holland & Taron Egerton

that’s it. That’s the movie.