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[soloist-7]

American Dream by soloist_7

Word Count: 3k

Relationship: Dmitri Antonov/Jim "Chief" Hopper

Status: Uncompleted - 1/2 Chapters

SUMMARY:

Extra scene with Jim Hopper and Dmitri Antonov in the prison cell.

Dmitri keeps pushing his buttons and testing Hopper when he shouldn't. Hopper has had enough of his games, especially when the Russian is in no position to do so. So, he does something about it.

Read Here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75115846

[soloist-7]

hey so what if in the finale of season 5 dmitri suddenly shows up and hoppers like woah hey sexy and then they kiss and thats the end

please

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CHAPTER 1 OF AMERICAN DREAM (JIMITRI)

is finally published! I realized it would take me longer than expected, so I have separated it into 2 parts.

Part 1 is up to read!

American Dream by soloist_7

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IM SOORRAYYY.... I keep taking so long with my fic😖 almost done with it

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I love this photo of them together because the size difference is really prominent

Im also so down bad for jimitri

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hey small rarepair fandom of like 5! my jimitri fic will be done soon my friends💗

soloist_7 on ao3, will be posted there when done

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I like to think that Dmitri is a complete and utter brat sometimes just to make Hopper mad

and Hopper secretly likes it too

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another small peak at my jimitri fic im working on

i doubt anybody is seeing this because its a rarepair but whatever!

[cruciaan]

Soft Jim Hopper x Dmitri Antonov as requested by @erulasse23. Set after they escaped.

I kinda went on art spree and now it's 3am

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Writing the beginning scene to my Jimitri fic on AO3! Just to get an idea what time in the season it is

... It will be great mwueehehehee

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mm hey i dont usually post on tumblr but why not

(more art on twt, @ soloisting)

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eyes tell a thousand words - johnlock

| wordcount: 409 — extremely rushed, i just wanted to post something for my page may be deleted if this totally flops </3

— eyes tell a thousand words solaris

john watson x sherlock holmes - sherlock POV

There he stood proudly, with a promising smile and enlightened eyes locked on his newly wedded wife. No other trace of thought, not even a pinch to his shoulder, could pull his gaze away from her. Away from her, and to me, it was unattainable. It was even absurd to think that I, with rough brown hair and a bruised face, could even become nearly as fascinating as the gentle blonde-haired lady with skin smooth as porcelain. Though, even though I, the great Sherlock Holmes, observed from the sidelines playing the appreciative friend, sinfully yearned for his attention in a moment that had no involvement in my existence.

A selfish bastard I was, to even think of taking the light of Mary Morstan. To have my hand taken gently by Watson, just as he does with her.

I felt the shame, through and through.

The con of being gifted with such a great mind is having to deal with a strong imagination that often tugs at your heartstrings at the wrong time. A mind distracted by the possible future I could’ve had with such a man. More adventures, more memories, more time. This end was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before he left our home, distanced himself, and found a love of his own. I only wished I had made a bolder move beforehand. Regret is what drives me to ache for Watson more. The thought that I, Sherlock Holmes, could’ve even had the slightest chance with him. It felt like a crazed idea at the time. Though now that I stand here, at my dearest friend's wedding, I only wished that I’d realized it sooner, that my time with Watson had been limited from the start. I only wished that I forced myself to place myself in Mary’s spot.

But, I am not a lady. For I do not have the same golden hair as she does, or the slender face complimented by her glowing color, and the subtle curves of her body. No, I do not have the touch of a woman that Watson hopes for. On account of this, I must shield my thoughts behind a stubborn face and act proud for my dear Watson.

I watch, with a slow gaze, as he takes his wife into a soft kiss. One that I’ll never be given the chance to share with Watson because I am but a troublesome, psychotic man with no heart.