#hopella

[iain-hopper]

“I’ll give this to you; at least no one’s demanding to see my palm or chastising me for not knowing my fucking birth time.” Hopper stated casually, finally coming back with the popcorn tub and two corndogs; whatever possessed him to make sure he got some time alone with Adella in the Carnival– would remain a mystery. “After what went down last time, big tub. I don’t care there aren’t any trailers we gotta bear through.” He smirked, taking some popcorn for himself.

@adella-triton​

[adella-triton]

Adella giggled, leaning her head against Derek’s shoulder as he took the selfie in front of the high towers of the church. The Sagrada Familia has impressed her beyond belief and the poor boy had had to put up with half an hour of her gushing. Now, she was trying to be more accommodating as they posed for the endless selfies he seemed to want. Her eyes wandered over the people, her head still pressed against Derek’s shoulder when he noticed a familiar figure sitting nearby. Her excitement took over and she waved frantically, taking Derek’s arm and pulling him toward the young man sitting on his own. “John! John! Hi!” She blurted out happily, abandoning Derek two steps behind and moving in to greet him with two kisses, as they did here. Derek took a couple of steps and cleared his throat. “Oh. This is Derek! He’s at WDPA too!”

@john-hopper

[iain-hopper]

@adella-triton

They had just come to a stop and the place wasn’t really giving anything away, not that Hopper was actually looking. “Remind me why we’re here.” Even when his voice was dry, he still observed Adella in a curious manner; trying to ignore the fact that he probably should’ve asked instead of responding to her text with what could almost be said was an immediate yes. “I’ll have you know, I make no promises on my behavior when I’m starving.” He smiled smugly.

[adella-triton]

Adella + Hopper || The Unlikely Friendship

@john-hopper

[iain-hopper]

@adella-triton

Hopper basically let himself fall face first on the couch, exhausted from work. By the sound of his home...or the nonexistence of them, he figured the twins were asleep; the man turned his head to the side as he heard Adella’s steps approaching, smiling tiredly at her. “Hello, wife.”

[iain-hopper]

@adella-triton​

She is the sweetest thing that I know. You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low. Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every time. Took my heart upon a one way trip, guess she went wandering off with it. Spent my summer time beside her and the rest of the year the same. She is the flint that sparks the lighter and the fuel that will hold the flame. Well, I found love in the inside the arms of a woman I know. She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home. And I'm not scared of passing over, or the thought of growing old. Every night I'll kiss you you'll say in my ear, Oh we're in love aren't we? Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs, baby. I feel safe when you're holding me near, Love the way that you conquer your fear. You know hearts don't break around here.

[iain-hopper]

@adella-triton

Hopper sneered at the collection of cheap, already half-emptied bottles. He hated being in that situation that he thought could’ve come out of a cheap, coming-of-age film. As soon as he found...and slightly maimed the bastard that still owed him his cut and thought he could get away with it; he’d bail. He shook his head with a deep sigh, tossing the red cup back on the table knowing he’d rather drink rat poison than Black and White. He turned around as he felt someone approaching, the man lifted a brow as he recognized her. “You again.”

[iain-hopper]

@adella-triton

Emmy kept patting her dad’s nose as he fumbled to lay out the blanket for the family to seat on. He knew it would be easier to do that without carrying a baby in one of his arms, but he didn’t want to risk her crying again when she had just stopped. “We’re all set, Dee.” Hopper looked up at his wife, smiling warmly at her. “I swear I packed everything this time.”