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Against All Odds
Part 177
McCoy
McCoy brushed his fingers across his lips as he walked down the hall to his room. Scotty’s hand had lingered in his before he had finally kissed McCoy’s fingertips and let him go. He smiled to himself.
The room was empty when he opened the door. He and Spock had finished their packing that morning. Spock must be off spending time with Jim. That was good. McCoy wanted to talk to his parents alone. If they agreed Jim could come, it would be a surprise for Spock as well.
He got his PADD set up on the desk and set to calling. In moments his father’s face was in front of him.
“Hello Leonard,” he was greeted. “Everything’s well?”
“Hi Father. Yes I’m good.”
“You and Spock all packed?”
McCoy smiled and nodded. He watched his mother lean in over his father’s shoulder.
“Hello Mother,” he said.
Eleanor smiled happily at her son.
“Oh Leonard, it’ll be so nice to have you home tomorrow.”
“So,” McCoy started slowly, “that’s why I’m calling.”
His parents glanced at each other.
“Is something wrong?” Eleanor asked.
“No. I wanted to ask if it would be alright if Jim came to stay for part of the summer too?”
“Of course,” David said. “Remind us which one of your friends he is.”
“He was the last one to sit with us at lunch. His uncle tried to keep him from joining us. He and Spock are close.”
“Oh yes, he’s the one Spock invited for a week, right?” David asked.
“Yes. And Spock didn’t think his uncle would say yes. Scotty says since Jim’s mom will be gone most of the summer, it won’t be very fun for him at home.”
“Leonard dear, if his uncle already said no about a week, why would he agree about a longer time?” Eleanor asked gently.
Oh. How had that not occurred to him and Scotty?
“I… we… I guess we didn’t think about that,” McCoy replied. “We just got excited about the idea of doing something for Jim.”
His parents both smiled at him.
“Alright Leonard, how about this? Of course he is welcome to stay. Ask him, and get his uncle’s contact. Send it and I’ll call and ask. Maybe that will help the answer be yes.”
McCoy’s eyebrows went up slightly and he nodded eagerly. His father did not often pull the royalty card, but he was glad he would for this.
“Thank you so much Father. We’ll go find him and ask right now.”
“Good luck son,” said David. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye, love you!” McCoy ended the call.
He stood and hurried out of the room. He had to find Scotty and see what his mother had said and then they had to find Jim. He opened the door of his room and debated with himself briefly. He and Scotty had said they’d meet in the lounge, but maybe he should go to Scotty’s room and see if he was still there first? If he had finished his call, they could go find Jim together.
He made up his mind and walked down to Scotty’s room. He knocked lightly on the door.
Part 178
Scotty
The talk with their mother had gone quite well. Francine said that she’d be glad to take Jim in for a few weeks. According to her ‘the lad deserved some time with his friends not with that grumpy uncle of his’. Scotty smiled to himself. His mother didn’t like Frank either.
When they had ended the call, there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll go,” Robbie said and opened the door.
“Hey Leonard.”
The prince greeted the younger Scott back and stepped into the room.
“How was the talk mo gràdh?”
Leonard walked over to Scotty and sat down next to him on the bed.
“Well… my parents reminded me that if Jim’s uncle already said ‘no’ to one week, they didn’t believe that he’d agree on all summer…”
Scotty’s heart dropped. Right… they hadn’t thought about that.
“But,” Leonard smiled and grabbed Scotty’s hand, “my dad will play the royalty card on Frank.”
Scotty raised an eyebrow and a surprised ‘oh’ escaped his mouth.
“Well, if the king talks to him I’m sure there’s nothing that bloody bastard won’t say ‘yes’ to,” Robbie inserted.
“Exactly. What did your mum say?”
Scotty smiled.
“She’s okay with it.”
“Alright then… let’s tell someone the big news, huh?”
Leonard got up and pulled Scotty with him. He seemed to glow from happiness. And to see him like that, it made Scotty happy. So he was okay with going down to the lounge where everyone could see them.
They found Jim and Spock at the billiard table with a few other friends. When the blond saw them, he cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Uhm, hey guys… good to see ya. I… I wanted to talk to you anyway.”
“Oh, about what?” Leonard asked as he linked Scotty’s and his arms.
There was a slight blush on Jim’s face when everyone looked at him.
“I… I’m sorry about dinner. I shouldn’t have showed these pictures around. It… must be hard on you. And I should be there for you, not live rumors up.”
Scotty was honestly surprised by that apology. It wasn’t like Jim to admit mistakes. Spock probably had his fingers in this too.
Still, the Scotsman smiled and nodded.
“It’s okay Jim. I know that ye just wanted to have fun on yer last day here with us.”
Jim’s face turned sad, but he just shrugged.
“Well… it shouldn’t be at your cost.”
“So,” Leonard started, “we wanted to talk to you too.”
Jim’s head moved up and he looked from one boy to the other.
“What do you think of summer break on Georgiares II and in Scotland?” Scotty asked and Jim furrowed his brows in confusion.
“I… what?”
Scotty smiled as he placed a hand on Jim’s shoulder.
“We talked to our parents. Ye can stay with us the whole summer break if ye want to.”
Jim’s jaw dropped and he just stared at his friends.
“But… Frank will never allow it.”
“Well, how about you give me his contact and my dad will talk to him?” Leonard looked at Jim with a sneaky grin.
“You… he would do that?”
“Yes. It’s already settled.”
Scotty could see tears in his friend’s eyes. All these summers he had spent alone in Iowa… they should end this year if everything went according to plan.
#star trek#montgomery scott#leonard mccoy#scones#au#against all odds#jim may be a brat#but they love him anyway
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had a fucking bizarre dream last night that led to me fucking the Grinch. woke up. thought to myself, "wow that was a fucking bizarre dream." went back to sleep. immediately had a second, completely different dream that ended with me also fucking the Grinch. even had a moment just as we were going to bone like "wow just like my dream."
these fever dreams are getting... something.
#it was the jim carrey version if anyone was curious#and he was a subby touch starved brat#i dont know how to feel about this information#in the second one we had some mary lwyd rhyming back n forth thing going on#and he was wearing some shiny red dress that was so tight you could see his fucking camel toe#definitely one of those dreams you just gotta sit in bed and stare at the ceiling for a while#sorry its just branded in my brain and i need others to suffer with me#bc lbr martha may was a fuckin real one#a true monster fucker ready to jump that furry green ass#dont act like he aint a baddie#but what in the actual fuck#i havent even watched the grinch lately#its fucking march#w-why!?#TWICE#IN A ROW
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The only thing I'd like to add to the discourse is how Pattaya and it's nightlife (?) is a living breathing character in Moonlight chicken . It feels like how in HP hogwarts always protects its occupants, and help is given where it's asked for ; everything ends well .
I've never been to pattaya , but some shots , the making and enjoying of the local cuisine, liming riding his bike in the late night traffic , the festivals bringing people together , the common struggles of people living in and around an area ...
It's such a simple yet very heartfelt loveletter to pattaya , just like the chicken rice . Only minimal ingredients, but still a fulfilling and cozy meal to the hungry working class of pattaya. ❤️
#moonlight chicken#thai boys love series#thai drama#thailand#thai bl series#asian lbgtq dramas#earthmix#aof noppharnach#midnight series moonlight chicken#mix sahaphap#earth pirapat#geminifourth#made so that i miss a town I've never known#when i get there I'm going to walk around the market and spot a gaipa#I'll go get some chicken rice and meet an uncle jim and liming#and I'd probably see a wen dozing offon a sidetable#I'd probably play with a little baby who was born to a brat named saleng and a hardworking mom called praew#idk#it may not be elaborate and flashy and perfect but it's a heartfelt confession of undying love towards a people and their home
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Byler Fics List: the Grown-ups
I adore Stranger Things adult characters, here are some fics where they play an important part:
Until you wake up by Roxhylee
Will is in a coma and Mike visits him every day.
This one has some of the most thoughtful Ted-and-Mike chapters and an interesting take on Ted <3
Wedding at the End of the World (What do We Have to Lose?) by Julia_Skysong
"Hang on, hang on," Jonathan interrupted, frowning slightly. "Let me do the math here. You've only been a…thing, for like a few days? And you want to get married?"
"Dude, you're gonna get a new step-dad! Argyle cheered, trying to high five him.
"Please for the love of GOD let me officiate this," Murray cackled.
OR Joyce and Hopper decide to have a spontaneous wedding at the end of the world and help their kids figure out love and life.
Bananas and Closure by @tired-bisexual-brainrot
Hopper runs into Diane while at the store. He invites her over for dinner, and she finds out that he now has a whole family with three kids and a wife.
No Cure for Queer by AlabasterInk (@alabasterswriting)
Will Byers had about thirty minutes between realizing that the butterflies in his stomach came from appreciating Mike’s smile a little too much, to walking into his house and hearing Hopper say, “…wrong, Joyce. A guy with another guy. We used to arrest queers, you know…”
And it all went downhill from there.
california show your teeth by @fireflywitch
Fourteen months after a rash of unexplained disappearances tore an Indiana town apart, a new chief of police and his very normal, nothing-to-see-here family moves to Hawkins from Lenora Hills, California.
"I wondered what it would be like if the Byers, El, and Hopper had grown up in Lenora Hills instead of Hawkins and moved to Indiana later on - how things would be different and what things would stay the same and which characters might be better off or worse off…"
for Claudia and the Moms <3
You May Be the One Place I'm Sure About by elsie (the_technorats)
the one where Joyce Byers and Jim Hopper finally have a moment to themselves.
no byler here but you should read it all the same ;)
mom, i'm gay. wait, you are too? by dragons_like_smores @howtobecomeadragon
“What if there are no men out there for me, Michael?”
Mike, not focused at all on his mom, said absentmindedly, “Then maybe you can just date a woman.”
Or: Mike unintentionally starts Karen's lesbian awakening while he simps for his boyfriend, Will, all summer long.
poor old jim's white as a ghost by AttaboyLuther
Even when he started on the force back in 1980… Jim Hopper knew there was something special between William Byers and that brat Mike Wheeler.
(AKA: Mike and Will fall in love, told through the perspective of one Chief Hopper)
and if you wanna cry or fall apart (i'll be there to hold you) by Strangerangels
Mike Wheeler and his relationship with Will Byers, as told by Joyce Byers.
Inspired by that scene in S2 where Mike holds Joyce and leads her into the car. Y'know, the one where Bob dies. You just know Mike is going to be the best in-law Joyce will ever have.
The Darkest Eyes by @light-lanterne
a semi canon-compliant character study of mike wheeler, his unaddressed trauma and his relationship with will byers, told through the eyes of a very tired jim hopper who can’t help but to become attached to the boy who keeps dating his children.
The Right Thing by Nymphadoragreenleaf
The second pregnancy was a mistake. They were basically at breaking point with only Jonathan and Lonnie didn’t want to have to work even more when he had already fulfilled his side of the bargain. He married her and they had a kid. What more did they expect from him (or Lonnie pov)
Benny's also by Nymphadoragreenleaf
Officer Powell grimaces “The trespasser… he’s- chief it’s your misses youngest- the one who went missing a few years back.” (or Hopper pov)
some more Hopper:
it's me, hi (everybody agrees) by @livsindelusion
or 5 Times Mike Gets The Shovel Talk and 1 Time It's Will
and some Joyce!
can't hold out forever by scorchstorm
five times that others noticed how mike felt + the one time that will did.
Have fun reading :)
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So, Gordon basically going from :
"Yep, the kid can come out whenever he wants" to a "Who's that home-wrecking keeping you away from me?"
After the whole time he and Bruce were living together.
He becomes suspicious when the orange marmalade starts to run out (Bruce always makes a sandwich for Selina, so he can catch up on all his cats' names) too quickly, when there's mascara on Bruce's shirts (Bruce is learning to do his eyelashes with a new kind of mascara) and he smells different (He got distracted on patrol and fell into a perfume window).
He doesn't know how to complain to him, or if he should complain to him after the (obvious accidental)kissing incident they shared.
But it's the same thing, you know?
That home-wrecker may can stole his marmalade, but not his emo meow meow!!
Not on his watch!
(While all this is going on in Gordon's head, Selina just laughs eating her marmalade sandwich, while Bruce tries not to stammer about how Jim looks manly in that police T-shirt and drinking coffee from a movie promo cup. God, that orange marmalade is so good, now she's going to ask Bruce to make her an extra sandwich.)
GODDD THIS IS FEEDING ME. SO GODDAM WELL. here's the thing; I'm pathetically weak for Bruce coming home, -- to the apartment, -- And he expected Gordon to do what he always does; Stay at the office so he won't have to stay with him.
But no. There's a whole man In his face, almost burning Bruce with chocholate liquor eyes set aflame with anger, " where the fuck were you?"
" I -- I was, -- that's none of your business," He's so braven, so ballsy, held together by a quivering spine as the other man looks down at him.
Bruce's eyes landing on elegant, bow shaped lips, romantic and kissable. He composes himself quickly. Any later and he'd kiss him,
" Boy, I know you like actin' stupid, but sometimes I feel like you ain't acting. You understand how this whole witness protection thing work, or I gotta draw it? You don't leave my sight. Point blank period."
" You didn't care until now,"
" If you knew what I cared for, you wouldn't just abandon me in the middle of the night, you, --" Jim won't lose his temper; it was the homicide to his first marriage, and he doesn't need it. Not with Bruce. " Just. Don't go again."
"...You can't bully me into agreeing with you."
" If that's how I came across, I'm sorry. Look, let's just talk about this later. You're fucking freezing. Where were you?"
Fighting Killer Croc in the sewers so you don't have to. " With...A friend."
"...Sure."
And here's the thing; Bruce absolutely gets jealous and possessive too! Have we not seen this little bitch throw a fit bc he thought Selina was Falcone's date?
Let's imagine for a moment that Jim's ex wife drops Barb off at Jim's because it's his week. He's awkward around new people, but there's a layer of hostility to it.
Something made of nasty things whenever Jim and her smile at eachother or share an inside joke, or grab eachother things, or talk with a mere smirk or brow tug.
Bruce being such a brat. Jim wants to introduce her to him while he colors with Barb, painting a pretty mermaid for her, or cropping small stickers to put on her wheelchair, and Bruce totally ignores her. "Mhm."
" You, uh... You alright?"
" I'm busy."
"...Alright," Bruce swallows down on a lump of tension watering his mouth. Maybe she knows Jim, but so does Bruce, and he knows when the man is pissed.
And if he shivers when Jim blows smoke in his face and slaps him gently for how he acted when Barb is sleeping, protected by the privacy of a bedroom they rarely share,...That's for him to know
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Hopper volunteers to play Santa for the kids and reader is an elf.. and things get spicy (once all the kids are gone for the day of course...). I got Violent night Santa look in my head and it's living there. :)
I'm not sure what I've done here but...either I'm sorry, or you're welcome.
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), mean!Hopper, costumes, oral (m! receiving), p in v, brat taming, no aftercare, semi-public sex (no one is around), age gap (reader is 21, Hop is in his 40s), degrading language
A/N: Divider credit to @firefly-graphics. Thanks to @trashmouth-richie and @corroded-hellfire for their feedback and patience <3
At some point in their lives, everyone fantasizes about someone they shouldn’t. For some people, it might be their teacher; others may think about a friend’s parent or their boss.
You? You couldn’t keep your imagination from running wild with dirty daydreams about Jim Hopper: full-time Chief of Police and current Starcourt Mall Santa Claus.
A scowling boy hoists himself onto Hopper’s lap, mouth and fingers sticky with lollipop residue. “Santa!” he barks, tugging on his beard. “Last year, I asked you for a new TV, and you didn’t bring me one. You suck!” He sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry. “This year, I want a Sega Master. Got it?” The kid jumps off and stomps over to where you’re standing off to the side in your ridiculous elf costume. He holds out his hand and stares at you expectantly. “Um, hello? Candy cane!” You roll your eyes but oblige, placing the candy in his palm as he skulks over to his mom.
“Good riddance,” you mutter under your breath, just loud enough for Hopper to hear you. The usually humorless man snorts lightly, but quickly regains his composure as the next spoiled tyrant demands a list of toys they just need to have.
Tonight is Christmas Eve, which means it’s the final night for you to make your move. For the past month, you’ve been eyeing Chief Hopper, doing your best to discreetly obtain his attention. Rolling your skirt at the waist so he could get a better glance at your ass when you leaned over, wearing a push-up bra so the top of your cleavage was visible to him, or seductively sucking on the leftover candy canes at the end of your shift. Yet every night ended the same–he smoked a cigarette before grunting a goodbye, speeding away in his old Chevy.
You’re determined to make tonight different, and you put your plan into action the moment the last kid leaves.
“Think that’s the last of ‘em,” Hopper announces, stretching his meaty legs from the plush velvet seat. His eyes are tired after a long day of fake smiling and half-listening to whining rugrats. He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, groaning. “This is the last time I let the guys on the force convince me to do this shit. ‘Giving back to the community,’ my ass.” He pulls a pack of Camels and a Zippo from his Santa suit pocket and lights up, taking a long drag.
“Actually,” you say, sauntering over to him, “I think there’s one more person who needs to tell you their Christmas wish.” You gingerly sit on his lap, fluffing out your skirt so that only your green tights and lace panties separate you from him. “You see, I’ve been a really good girl this year, and there’s only one thing I want.”
“Let me guess,” he mumbles, taking another puff from his cigarette, “a diamond necklace? Shiny new convertible?”
You shake your head and use your forefinger to tilt his head towards yours. “I’ve always had a thing for you, Hop,” you admit, unhooking the fake beard from his red-and-white cap, unveiling a thin line of stubble along his jawline. “The way you walk like you own this shithole town, commanding authority wherever you go…it’s really fucking hot.”
Hopper laughs gruffly, nudging you from his lap. “What are you? Twenty?”
“Twenty-one, actually,” you retort, repositioning yourself so you’re now straddling his waist. “And unless you have another pack of cigs in your pants pocket, I suspect you’re into me, too.”
He snuffs out his cigarette on the arm of his chair. “And I’d suspect that you’ve never had a man turn you down. Isn’t that right, princess?”
“You’re not about to be the first, are you?” you ask, pouting as you press your chest against his. “Because that’s not a title I’d wear proudly.” You lean in to kiss his neck, but he turns slightly. “What’s not doing it for you, hm? Tits not perky enough? Body not tight enough?”
Hopper rests his head back and chuckles meanly. “Now, princess, you know that’s not the problem.”
“Then what is it?”
He lets out an exasperated sigh. “I’m more than twice your age, I’m your coworker–”
“Not after tonight,” you remind him pointedly, moving his arms down to your ass. To your surprise, he doesn’t move them.
“Right, yeah,” he sneers. “Well, that doesn’t change the first part. And I have a reputation of keeping order, and I’m not about to tarnish it by fucking you in the middle of the mall.”
“Interesting,” you purr, pressing soft kisses along his throat. “Because I have a reputation, too. But mine is for getting what I want, when I want. Now, Chief,” you grind slowly against his burgeoning erection, “if you tell me to leave, I’ll leave right now. But I have a feeling that’s not what you want, is it?”
Hop’s eyes flicker to your heaving chest, and you feel him start to cave. His strong hands grip the flesh of your thighs as he bites his lower lip. “I’m no good for you, y’know that?”
“I know.” You kiss him hungrily, brushing your tongue against his. He tastes like smoke and peppermint, and you moan into his mouth. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this…needed this,” you amend.
“I like this better when you don’t talk,” he snarls, and you nod obediently, fingers flying over his coat buttons as you undo them. He’s wearing nothing but a ratty undershirt, and you whimper at the tufts of chest hair that peek through. He’s a real fucking man, not one of those idiot frat boys that plague your college campus. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way. Got it, princess?”
“Y-yes, sir,” you whimper.
“On your knees,” Hop commands, and you scramble to get on the floor. He pulls his cock out of the confinements of his velvety pants, hissing at the release. He’s so thick, with veins straining along the shaft. You’re unsure how much you’ll be able to take, not that you’ll admit that to him.
He grabs a handful of your hair as he guides you to his length. Precum is already beading at the tip, and you have to bite back a smile at the confirmation that he’s just as turned on as you are. You hollow your cheeks as you suck him off, gliding your tongue back and forth from tip to base and back again.
“Bet you’re used to callin’ the shots,” he growls. “These dumb guys falling at your feet, beggin’ you to make them feel good. You’ve never had to beg like this before, have you?”
“Mm-mm,” you manage with your mouth full of him.
“Thas’ right,” he slurs, pushing your head down to the thatch of curls near his pelvis. You sputter and choke when his tip hits your gag reflex. “Am I more than the princess can handle?”
“I can h-handle whatever you g-give me,” you whisper hoarsely. You start to make your way back down to his cock, but he stops you, tugging you by your hips back onto his lap. He rips open your tights and pushes your panties to the side, and you gasp at the sudden chill.
“Only good girls get to make me cum with their mouths,” he states, wrapping his palm around your neck with one hand and rubbing himself against your wet folds with the other. “You said you were a good girl, but you seem like a brat to me.”
“Wanna…wanna be a good girl f’you,” you moan breathily. “Do anything for you, sir.”
“That’s better.” Hop smirks. He lines himself up with you, teasing your hole. “Sit on it, princess.” His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as you take him in, inch by inch. “Pussy’s so tight, so damn good,” he mutters, and this time, you can’t contain your satisfaction as he starts to crack.
“Am I more than you can handle, sir?” you shoot back, eager to use his own line against him.
Hop’s eyes turn sharp at your reply, and he tightens his grip on your throat. “Watch it,” he warns, “or I won’t let you cum.”
“‘M sorry, sir.” You have no time to feel any sense of shame before he’s bucking his hips into you, groping a costume-covered tit roughly. He’s hitting your sweet spot rhythmically, sending shockwaves through your body each time.
“Not good enough,” he scoffs. “Need to hear you beg me to let you cum. An’ you better do it fast, b’cause I’m close.”
“Please, sir; please let me cum. ‘M sorry for being a brat. I’ll be a good girl; I’ll listen to you, I promise. I just need to cum, need you to make me cum.” The pleading ripples past your throat, and you realize you’d promise anything just for an orgasm from him.
“Move your fuckin’ hips for me.” It’s his way of forgiving you, and you snap your hips back and forth. He’ll leave a necklace of bruises with the grip he has on you, and you’ll wear it with pride.
“I’m gonna cum, sir–if you’ll let me,” you plead one last time, desperate for his approval.
He nods, moving his hand from your throat to your hips, stifling some of the pressure as you ride him. “‘M gonna fill you up and leave you dripping with my cum, princess. Want you to see how I fuckin’ ruined you.”
You squeak out an mhmm as your orgasm washes over you, finishing while he thrusts harder. His own release comes just seconds later, and though you thought his cock felt perfect, nothing compares to him spilling into you.
There’s no cuddling or sweet nothings whispered into your ear; Hop simply pulls you off of his softening cock like you’re weightless. His cum drips down your leg and, always determined to get the last word, you scoop it up with your middle finger and lick it off. He cocks an eyebrow.
“Fuckin’ brat,” he says with a shake of his head.
Your tongue pokes out between your teeth as you fix your panties and adjust your skirt. “Am I a good girl yet?” you question, feigning innocence.
Hop lets out an incredulous laugh, lighting another cigarette. “Go home before you get yourself in more trouble.”
“Not too much trouble that the Chief of Police wouldn’t bail me out of though, right?” You bat your eyelashes at him.
He blows out a cloud of smoke and tucks himself back into his pants. “Merry Christmas, princess.”
#jim hopper#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper x you#jim hopper x fem!reader#jim hopper smut#smut#jim hopper stranger things#hopper x you#hopper x reader#hopper x fem!reader#stranger things fanfic#fanfic#stranger things#requests
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Top 5 couples of this year and all time!
This was a fun ask because it really got me thinking about the difference between a favorite couple and a favorite story. For example, The End of the World With You is my #2 BL of the year, but Ritsu and Masumi were never even contenders for this list. This list is all pairs where I both love each character and love the quality of their relationship.
Top 5 Couples of 2023
Han Baram/Im Hantae, Sing My Crush
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We'll see a lot of "they're best friends AND lovers" on this list because that's the kind of relationship I love the most. I'll never be over how much Im Hantae loves Han Baram, long before he realizes his feelings are romantic.
Gun/Cher, A Boss and a Babe
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Their dynamic charmed me from the very beginning. I love how playful they are, how they dance back and forth across each other's boundaries in a way that feels mutually beneficial for two stubborn, locked-up people. I love how they each become the person the other one can lay down his burdens for.
Kawi/Pisaeng, Be My Favorite
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Their love is important even in the timelines where they never get together. The closer they come to each other, the wiser and happier they each are. It's beautiful to see.
Tinn/Charn, Laws of Attraction
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This is by far the least grounded, most unhinged pair on this list, but even they keep to the theme of making each other better. And their chemistry had me by the throat for eight full episodes.
Jim/Wen, Moonlight Chicken
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One thing I love about their relationship is how attentive Wen is to Jim. He sees the role he plays in the community, he sees how hard he works, and he does what he can to ease the burden. They take care of each other through difficult moments, and in the end, they become one another's home.
Top 5 BL Couples of All Time
For my own sanity, I excluded 2023 from this list. Maybe some of the above would make it onto the total top 5 list, nudging out some of the below, but that is a question for Future Ginny.
Nuea/Toh, Secret Crush On You
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One thing I love about SCOY is that it never attempts to address the question of why Nuea loves Toh. "Why shouldn't he?" is the answer baked into the very bones of the story. These two beautiful freaks are obsessed with each other and that's all you need to know.
Pat/Pran, Bad Buddy
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They're best friends, they're rivals, they're star-crossed lovers. They fight, they make music, they play horny wrestling games. They're irreplaceable to each other, and to me.
Tang Yi/Meng Shaofei, HIStory 3: Trapped
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I love how deeply they know each other before they even consider each other friends: that's what a good enemies-to-lovers is all about for me. I love how Meng Shaofei's direct, open affection blasts right through the Tang Yi's protective shell. I love how damn fond Tang Yi is of Meng Shaofei. (And yes, they've been reunited, I wrote a fic about it so it's real as far as I'm concerned.)
Cake/Seeiw, My Only 12%
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It may be clear by now that I love a longstanding, bedrock kind of relationship. Cake and Seeiw are each other's other half their whole life, four years and an ocean notwithstanding.
Payu/Rain, Love in the Air
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Don't let the kink and the overwhelming hotness fool you into thinking this is an unserious pair: by the end of the show these two have developed a solid relationship of reciprocal support and caretaking. Watch Rain develop from a wide-eyed baby deer with no idea of the signals he's broadcasting, to a confident, self-aware brat who knows exactly how to use those big eyes and pouty lips - whether it's to get the *ahem* attention he's after or to help his man calm down. They're a perfect fit and I'm so glad they found each other.
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This was just a Drabble I wrote with Hopper, Wayne and Eddie
Wayne Munson. Where should Hopper even begin. Holding up the case file to thirty some year old was not in his plans for the day. Nor were their any plans on having a scrawny ten year old sitting in front of his desk right now holding nothing but a black garbage bag in his right hand and a black beat up teddy bear in the other. Sitting here Hopper wasn’t sure if the guy was going to be able to handle this. Children were a lot of work, he would know with a five year old of his own running around the place. This boy on the other hand, looked to be around ten. There didn’t seem to be much innocence left, his shoulders were tense as if he was off to war and Hopper already caught onto him stealing Freddie’s Hershey bar. Who was going to bitch about it later, but Hopper would make sure to pay him back. Not only that but he seen the file the case worker left with him. This kid had a larger track record than some of the old drunken fools in this town.
It’s almost as if they were having a staring contest. Sizing each other up in a sense. Hoppers moves a hand to his face scratching the facial hair that was starting to grow to try matching his mustache. Making a sound that makes the kid flinch, cringing as if the noise bothered him. He doesn’t say anything, stays standing in front of the desk. Hopper wasn’t the greatest with kids. He could barely handle his own brat at home. Though he knew if Sarah somehow ended up in this situation he would want to her to be treated as humane as possible. No matter what she did. Which was exactly what he was going to do. He finally breaks as he leans back in his chair letting his tense shoulders relax. Revealing the awkwardly hidden Hawaiian shirt that was underneath his deputy coat. Breaking dress code, but it was hard doing this line of work without lightening the mood a little bit. It seems as if the horrible pineapple faces seem to do the trick as the kids face cracks a little. Fighting not to laugh.
Hopper pretends to not understand as he looks down pulling at the button up, only revealing even more fruit with funny faces on it. Causing the boy in front of him to let a soft snort go. He jokingly gasps when he realizes he was having a break with this kid. Trying to act offended he teases the other, “what? A cop can’t wear a Hawaiian shirt and not be taken serious?” Even though he tries he fails to be serious. His voice waivers with amusement, each word making the kids body relax just a little more. The kid finally removes the hood from over his face allowing Jim to get a better look at his bruised face. The uneven buzzcut that was a little to close to the scalp. He flinches himself as he tries to imagine his kid looking like that. Who ever did this had a special place in hell set off to the side for them. And if Hopper made it there before them, well he was willing to help torture the bastard.
Silence falls over them for a little to long but the kid seems to be trying to gather his words. Hopper had read the file, knew his name was Edward. But not wanting to trigger him by using a name that his abuser may have used was the first thing he thought of. He’s seen enough abuse victims coming in and out of here. Watched the way Joyce and Jonathan Byers would flinch at certain words. No matter how they were used. “Whats your name kid?” He asks. Deciding that maybe directing the conversation would be the best thing to do. Watching carefully every move the boy makes, gesturing for him to sit to then watch as he nearly collapses in on himself as he sits down. Wincing in a way that made Hoppers barely beating heart break.
“Edward?” the voice is soft and shattered a bit. No confidence in anything he does. He clings onto the bear against his chest as Hopper pauses. Thinking how he should handle this. There wasn’t going to be much time between the two of them, with Wayne Munson on his way to the station as they spoke. He wanted to make a impression on this kid. One that told him no matter what, he was always going to be here for him. He shakes his head a little as he leans forward on his desk, getting a closer look to the light scar above the others eyebrow.
“You sure? My names Jimmy, but everyone calls me Jim. What do you like being called kid?” He asks as delicately as he can. Watches the other freeze as if no ones asked him what he’s wanted. The pause is long and Jim is patient. Looking at the other carefully, who seemed to be coming up with his new identity as they spoke. Carefully thinking about what he wanted to be called. It wouldn’t surprise the chief of Hawkins to much of the boy was barely called anything but Edward or a curse word.
“Eddie,” Eddie says gently as he fidgets. Squirming in his seat a bit. Jumping up when he hears loud commotion from outside the door. Wayne Munson was now in the building and was not going to be held back from his nephew. Whom he has never met before, but Hopper already knew that little Eddie was going to change Wayne’s life for the better.
“Well Eddie, why don’t you stay here just for a second while I go talk to your uncle. If you want to steal another chocolate bar I have two more in the bottom right drawer,” he smiles as he moves to get up. Moving his way around the room. Moving behind the chair and catches onto the way Eddie cowards. He clicks the door gently behind him as he sees Wayne Munson coming to him.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you this sober Munson,” Hopper comments. Already becoming a protector to someone that he barely knew. He watches the way the other man flinches under his words. Rubs the back of his head nervously.
“Couldn’t stomach the thought of drinking knowing what the hell my brother did,” Wayne’s eyes are pained. In a wake up call Hopper had taken the case file along with a worker to the man’s trailer a week before. Going into great detail about what had occurred in Eddie’s life. All that they knew about anyway. Which was not all that much, but the small bit they did know made them all only imagine what could happen. The look on Hoppers face seems to be good enough for Wayne to ramble out. “Jim, I’m in a AA meeting. I cleared the whole house out of the damn beverage. Spent my last pay check on stuff for the kid instead of booze. I’m not going to fuck this up Hopper.” He rambles out.
Hopper is glaring a hole into his head as he reminds the other, “remember Wayne. The only reason why he’s with you is because you are the only living relative. The case worker wasn’t to keen on putting him in another alcoholics house, you better prove to her that I was right about you. Or else I will make your life a living hell Wayne. Mark my words.” He says seriously. “His names Eddie- not Edward.” He adds as he moves opening the door for the other to enter. Watching the way he quickly scurries in and nearly freezes at the sight of the boy. Hopper doesn’t eavesdrop, just keeps a close distance away just in case something went wrong. Like with him Eddie is closed off. Something he had assumed would happen.
Though something seems to shift when Wayne pulls out a photo. From where he was sitting Hopper could tell it was a woman’s. He would only assume it was Eddie’s mother. Something is said but hopper can read the elders man’s lips. Says something along the lines of, “I’ve been holding onto this for you, thought you would want it more than me.”
When Eddie walks out of Hawkins police department with Wayne Munson, Hopper had a good feeling about this. It was a good sign that the kid wasn’t leaving like he had come. Kicking and screaming. One of the cops was still joking about the possibility of having rabies to this day. Even eleven years later as Hopper slammed the door of his truck. Parked in front of the Munson trailer. Where only Wayne Munson lived now. Hoppers heart ached, but from happiness as he came with good news. In the back of the police car, Eddie Munson had been found after the earth quake. Quickly cleared of all charges but was still determined “dead” for the next couple of days. Probably the last few peaceful days of the munson residence for a long while. And when Wayne Munson answers the door, completely sober and with no beer can in sight. Hopper knew he was right about the other man, and he couldn’t have been any happier gambling like that.
#wayne munson#jim hopper#Eddie munson#Eddie Munson coming to Hawkins for the first time#foster Eddie Munson#stranger things#eventual Steddie#Steve cry’s harder then Wayne#eddie stranger things
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Damian Cain and Cassandra Al-Ghul
What if Damian Wayne had been the eugenics baby of David Cain and Lady Shiva, while Cassandra Cain was the daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul, born to inherit the world?
Damian is never taught to read or speak. The only person he spends time with usually is his father, David. He undergoes all the same Hellish training and abuse, and learns to understand body language like most people do the spoken word. He takes great pride in his skills. And his entire sense of self is built around making his dad proud. But history does not go as it did in another world. Damian is a compassionate soul, but no one possesses a heart like Cassandra Cain’s. When Damian takes a life for the first time at age 8, he is horrified. He knows he’s done an awful thing, seeing what it’s like to die.
But he doesn’t run.
It kills him, but he thinks to himself that this pain is no different than getting shot. Just worse is all. He’ll get to used to it, he’s sure. After all, he can’t leave his dad. Who is he without him? And he still has so much to learn.
Eight years later, Damian is sent to kill James Gordon, David anticipating he’ll have to take on his former student, Batman, and hoping his pride and joy will kill the caped crusader.
Damian kills Jim.
Batman catches up to him before he can make his escape and the two fight. While Damian is the far superior martial artist, and even Bruce’s gadgets aren’t enough to level the playing field, Damian isn’t the only one who can read people.
Bruce has raised two kids. Two deeply scarred kids. And he can see the pain written all over Damian. As he gets to the bottom of who he is and what’s going on, Bruce is able to convince the teenager that he doesn’t need to keep hurting himself. He’s proud of his skills, but he can also be proud of how he uses them. If his father truly loves him, he’ll accept this.
Damian breaks down into tears, and Bruce takes him home.
Damian gets off to a rough start with the rest of the Batfamily. Barbara naturally hating him for killing her father, and Dick, Tim, and Jean-Paul all taking her side. However, they can’t stay mad at the boy for long after learning his story and everything he’s been through. Barbara doesn’t want to be his friend, but she’ll accept him as an ally. Dick and Jean-Paul elect to be positive male influences on the kid, Dick especially not trusting Bruce to fill that role. And Tim? He’s not thrilled about the idea of sharing, but he eventually warms up to the idea of them being The Brothers Robin.
Three years later, Talia Al Ghul arrives in Gotham with the daughter Bruce never knew he had, 10 year-old Cassandra Al Ghul.
Cass was raised as a princess, spending most of her time training to one day rule the world with her loving and warm, but strict and perfectionist mother. She cannot read body languages, instead speaking perfect English, Arabic, and Chinese. However, she remains both Autistic and dyslexic. When she was younger, she feared she would be seen as a failure for her disabilities, unfit to lead humanity to greatness. However, Talia assured her that there was nothing wrong with her, that she was perfect how she was, and the only failure would be in letting the things that make her different hold her back.
By the time she’s 10, Cassandra Al-Ghul possesses a larger ego than either Cassandra Cain or Damian Wayne. She is a spoiled brat and one raised and trained by assassins. However, she’s still Cassandra. She is still the most compassionate soul in the world. And so, while she may not fear killing or take any issue with it when it’s necessary, she does not treat life lightly, only killing those she deems necessary, or, in perhaps the way that seperates her most from her counterpart - those who she thinks are incapable of change.
Cass spends time with her father and her three brothers. She admires Batman, her mother always having told her of romantic adventures they’d been on together, and tries her hardest to get Bruce to come home with her.
Dick and Tim annoy her. They have no place in this story. Just a couple of peasents who’ve gotten too big for their britches who think her daddy is their daddy.
Damian though? She likes Damian. He has good pedigree, he’s an even stronger fighter than herself, she finds his sardonic speech charming, and she sympathizes with his abusive upbringing, wishing he could have had it as nice as her. While she only grows mild fondness for Dick and Tim overtime, her and Damian become a close older-brother, little sister duo.
And when Bruce is killed, that duo becomes Batman and Robin.
#Cassandra Cain#Cassandra Cain-Wayne#Batgirl#Damian Wayne#Talia Al Ghul#David Cain#Lady Shiva#BatFamily#Reverse BatFam#?#Apparently
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A/N - I'm not very active but I'm alive guys, sorry about that, I have a lot to deal with right now but I should be able to write long posts again soon.
Thank you all to follow me and like my nonsense ♥️ also, thank you for your requests, I saw them and will work on it as soon as I can 💐 have a wonderful day/night and take care, you deserve it.
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Jim Gordon
Your little lovers quarrel has to stop, Y/N.
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Y/N
?
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Jim Gordon
Stop sending Zsasz decapitated heads.
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Y/N
Not like I'm admitting anything, but why in hell involving yourself in our epistolary relationship?
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Jim Gordon
Because the post office is giving your lethal gifts to us since your little presents drench the box with BLOOD.
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Y/N
Post offices nowadays don't respect the privacy of their customer anymore, what a shame.
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Jim Gordon
They do what they have to do with a bloody head put inside of a box, in the middle of dozen cactus, Y/N!
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Stop acting like a sicko brat and, I don't know, talk with your usband. Btw who are those victims of yours?!
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Y/N
Or what, gonna spank me Jimminy? I'm the top here, not the other way around.
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Dunno, some dudes sent in front of my door and trying to talk to me.
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Jim Gordon
Creep. I'm not touching you, not even for a million dollars.
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Did they attack you? Threatened you? Was it legitimate defense?
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Y/N
You wouldn't even have the chance to approach me dude, I would cut your hands in a sec.
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They threatened me, yes.
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Jim Gordon
How?
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Y/N
Opened their ugly mouth with "Victor asked us to say..." and I shot.
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Jim Gordon
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Are you fucking kidding me?! How in hell was it threatening?!
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Y/N
Well they said "Victor" , that name alone is a threat.
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Jim Gordon
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Not like I can disagree with that one... Look, talk to the man, like grown up adults for once. No shooting, no decapitated heads, no rocket launcher and no C-4. Just WORDS.
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Y/N
Sounds boring AF.
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Jim Gordon
Sounds safe AF.
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Y/N
Did you really used AF?
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Jim Gordon
Sue me.
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Y/N
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Ok, you won. I'll talk to the creep.
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Jim Gordon
You will now? Without blades or poison or fists, just with words?
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Y/N
Yeah, yeah. Pretty sure I can fuck his brain up with a few good triggers and help him to throw himself through a window. Or down a bridge.
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Jim Gordon
You're the worst.
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Y/N
Well since I'm a scorned woman, yes. Yes I am.
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Jim Gordon
Just stop sending him bloody presents, for the rest, I don't care anymore.
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Y/N
Roger.
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Jim Gordon
Buy some ear plugs and keep it with you anytime. May saves your life.
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Victor Zsasz
Ok?
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Jim Gordon
And don't listen to your wife, for once.
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Victor Zsasz
She wants to talk, was it your initiative?
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Jim Gordon
My mistake, indeed. Whatever she says to you, just don't listen.
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Victor Zsasz
Does she want to mentally torture me and make me throw myself through a window?
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Jim Gordon
Happy to see you know your wife.
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Victor Zsasz
That's my Y/N! Can't wait to be roasted. Thx for whatever you said to her.
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Gotta go, have to look my best for my funerals!
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#gotham#gotham imagine#gotham x reader#gotham fox#victor zsasz#victor zsasz imagine#victor zsasz x reader#gotham fandom#gotham villains#jim gordon x reader#jim gordon imagine#jim gordon#gotham villain x reader#gotham headcanons#gotham victor zsasz
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I made a Trollhunters asmr idea about Jim gaining PTSD from the other 'timeline' and claire's trying to help him.
Here you go!
[Soft spoken on a rainy night]
Hey, i came down as soon as i could. Jim, is everything okay, or 'crispy'? Can't believe i said that.
(-)
So, i hear you can't sleep recently, can you? Well, whilst i was babysitting enrique, i found methods to help someone sleep or calm themselves in a book. Lovely artwork, isn't it? They worked on enrique, so hopefully i can do the same with you.
[Personal attention, caring]
Jim, you seem dazed, sad and a little tense in your hands. Did Steve punch you again, that brat? I always hoped he'd become a better guy, but only assistance may make that happen.
Right, just going to check your head like your mother does. Yeah, a fever like head and slightly faster heart rate. Everything else seems fine. We can rule out steve. Next is, a, massage. I hate doing this.
Could i check your arms and lower legs please. They are tense. Think of your phone, but the metal is your body. May i remove your jacket for a back and shoulder massage?
"Jim so owes me a massage one day, this is tiring." Not even that?
Wait, i heard you run at night in the forest from your mother, who's concerned. Is it because of your dirty trainers? I know how to shoe shine myself often, given i wear these boots often or in the 90%s of the time, or my trainers for gym class, heck i sleep sometimes in them (s3 e4)
Little fun fact: i had to make my own trainers with specialist help because i didn't like the concept of laces and not being able to lace any up or trainers in general. You could say a forger helped me.
Not even a nose boop? Why can't you tell me what's wrong.
[Claire, I'm remembering a reality which i rewrote and I'm panicking. Forgive me, I'm going outside.]
Jim, wait! Jim, it's slinging it down and I've no umbrella on me as my parents took them for tonight. I'm soaked, your soaked, could you please come inside.
[I know you believe me to be a kind fearless person but this, this is scaring me. In the other reality, i punched steve to protect my friends. I became a Trollhunter and battled trolls and monsters. Enrique was taken, and i risked everything to bring him back. I almost lost you and you almost lost me. My dad abandoned me, so my mentor became my father figure. You had shadow magic that almost killed you, claire but you were fierce and great. Douxie and merlin called you fair, and no one knows who that dress in the muesum belonged to. Toby died defeating a titan and i had to rewrite the story. I'm afraid that despite passing it to toby, it'll all happen again. And i don't want to lose anyone else!]
Jim, your mantle you had made you who you are today. It ain't that far fetched, i thought i remembered things in my dreams. Drew in my book. I love you, here and there, I'd change nothing if i could. Someone once told me, you aren't alone for someone else is feeling like you.
[Kiss]
We're soaked so much, it feels weird, but it feels good kissing you out here. I wouldn't mind kissing a while longer.
[More kissing, passionate in a way] [sitting under porch about 15 minutes later with a baby monitor app on her phone and a blanket covering them. Claire has her head on Jim's shoulder]
[You're the best thing that's happened to me, apart from probably Toby's support.]
Heh. That's about right.
[You're a fantastic girl you know and we're lucky to have each other]
Awwwwww, jim.
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May... May I see why you agree with Scooter being gay
Oh god. Yeah, I suppose so. I literally just typed up what would basically be my script if I ever did a youtube video essay rant about this topic (i will never do this, but someone definitely should).
Bear in mind, I literally wrote this like an hour ago in a hyperfixation-induced daze so my friend @hails-the-geek would have something silly to wake up to 😘 So, not exactly written for public consumption, but since you asked so nicely:
SO HERES HOW WE CAN FIX SCOOTER. Scooter the Muppet started out as a nepotistic lil whippersnapper who had little to no morals and only cared about meeting famous people and having a high-paying, low-effort job. Now that's all well and good and a Scooter we have all grown to love BUT ever since Disney has obtained ownership of the Muppets, they have become less of the struggling underdogs and more of a lesser-known classic. This already raises some problems with the overall tone of the characters, especially Scooter, because the only way he was able to get Kermit and the gang to bend to his every whim was to remind them that his very wealthy uncle owned the theatre and the ground it stood on. The fun of his character was that he was a gofer (essentially an intern) whose job it was to take orders from anyone for anything, but with his familial connection to a person in high power he could inversely force any one of the Muppets to take orders from HIM to get just about anything. Now, since the Muppets HAVE no theatre and are usually performing on a soundstage likely owned by the Disney company, Scooter has lost his influence and no longer has the ability to be the narcissist, sassy, two-timing brat he once was. He has been boiled down to his face value as an over-enthusiastic, dorky, wide-eyed fanboy who eagerly goes along with whatever he is told to do. This, of course, was present in the original iteration, but it was always known that if Scooter ever DISAGREED with what he was told to do, he could always find a way around it. Helpful until inconvenient. It is also worth noting that in the original Muppet Show, Scooter was intended to be a young boy around 14 years old, but in more recent adaptations he seems to have aged, being given adult love interests and being shown cage dancing in a nightclub. This brings me to my conclusion; how we can fix Scooter in this modern age and bring back some of that charm that made us adore him all those years ago. The answer is quite simple, really:
MAKE
SCOOTER
🏳️🌈 𝗚 𝗔 𝗬 🏳️🌈
Richard Hunt, the Muppeteer who portrayed Scooter and many other characters until his untimely death in 1992, was openly gay and a well-loved part of the original Muppet cast. So much so, that Jim Henson personally requested that he be the one to host the memorial service at his funeral, which he did. Richard Hunt said that he based Scooter's personality on his own when he first started working with the Muppets, enthusiastic, eager to please, and definitely trying too hard. While all those personality traits are decidedly still present in today's Scooter, the absence of one crucial piece is blatantly apparent.
𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.
While never explicitly stated, Scooter's character can easily be interpreted as gay, exhibiting flamboyant characteristics, having a borderline obsession with Elton John, just kinda being twinkish and boy-toy-like in nature. Whatever the reasoning, there is no better candidate for Disney's First Gay Muppet than the trademark character of the original gay Muppeteer, Scooter. BUT! It is EXTREMELY important to note that there are two ways this could be played: either there are little to no changes in Scooter's personality and he just gets an off-screen boyfriend or something (lame) OR Scooter's personality shifts into a more goofy-sassy gay best friend type of deal where he hangs out with Miss Piggy a bit more and references more modern queer icons (like Beyoncé or something?? idk ask a gay man) and comments on the attractiveness of male guest stars whenever the opportunity arises. This was hinted to in the 2015 series ABC's "The Muppets", but they never fully committed to the bit. Calling Scooter a boy toy is one thing, but having him get caught making out with Walter in the storage closet is another. COMMIT TO THE FUCKING BIT, DISNEY. Let Scooter say "yasss, qween" and "slayyy" and lust over men's bodies I'm not asking for much. You have already denied me Bert & Ernie and Statler & Waldorf, but let me have Scooter. Let me have the one Muppet my ADHD-riddled lesbian ass choice to have a crush on at 14 years old. Let me live out my fantasy of seeing Scooter on a Muppet-themed float at a pride parade. Please Disney, think of the fucked-up adults. We deserve this, we've EARNED this. You've ruined every other part of my childhood with your dirty capitalism, you OWE me this 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎. You will make Scooter gay. Scooter 𝗜𝗦 gay. Scooter has always 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 gay. And there is absolutely 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 you can do about it.
Thank you for your time.
#i didn’t proofread this i didn’t fact-check anything this is just a direct stream of consciousness from my brain to my thumbs#you notice any mistakes you keep it to yourself hon#also sorry if it’s a little explain-y hailey isn’t as much of a muppet aficionado as yours truly#and uuuuhhhhhhh yeah it’s just a big block of text i’m not cutting it up#listen sweetie you asked for it#ur lucky i like u all so much <3#muppets#scooter#muppets scooter#scooter muppets#scoowalt#wooter#i don’t fucking know it’s 3am ladies#lookit. lookit what you made me do! i should be sleepin peacefully dog!!#this is. this is what i stayed up to write so i guess it is my fault i’m still awake#but STILL#hailey u better fucin reply to that text#ok. i sleep 😴😴😴#my posts
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A new chapter of For You I'd Steal the Stars is here! Jim considers his reputation as the discoverer of Treasure Planet and how that may affect his future.
Tagging! @lady-of-the-spirit @descendantofthesparrow @auradon-bore-a-don @descendants-brat and @juniaships!
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Self-Care Sundays: Ricky Banes x male reader, comfort for burnout
Anon asked for Ricky Banes comforting a burnt out male reader aboard the Revenge. I hope you enjoy, anon!
You’re coiling the ropes like Auntie told you to, or anyway you’re trying, but your hands are shaking something awful and you can’t remember the last time you slept more than three hours in a row. You’re just exhausted, that’s all. You’ll get through it – you always do.
None of your fellow crew members have noticed you’re burnt out, which is fine because you’ve been avoiding them all anyway. If Fang got more than a couple of seconds of interaction with you, he’d definitely notice and give you a hug, and you’d definitely cry, and you just don’t want to do that. You’re fine.
“Darling,” Ricky’s voice chimes from behind you, “are you entirely well?”
It’s time to make a decision.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say.
Wrong decision.
“You’re shaking, dear boy,” Ricky says. “I could see it from across the deck.”
You turn to face him, barely holding back frustrated tears.
“I’m not fine,” you admit.
Ricky makes a little moue of displeasure and comes to you, taking your shaking hand in his own.
“You need to relax, my love,” he says. “Self-care Sundays? Aren’t those a thing now?”
They are. Frenchie had mandated it after Roach and Fang introduced him to the concept (and to mud masks). The fact that it’s on Sundays seems mostly to be an artifact of the alliteration. The crew has been ordered, sort of vaguely, to take care of themselves on Sundays. Lucius naps, Archie does terrifying snake yoga, Jim throws knives, Zheng makes incredible soup with Roach. You don’t do anything in particular, and so far you’ve gotten away with it.
“What do you do for self-care Sundays?” you ask Ricky, hoping to divert attention away from yourself.
His smile is smug.
“Bonnet simply left his wonderful bathtub on board, and I have an agreement with Captain Frenchie allowing me to use it on Sundays,” he says, and then his eyes light up. “I know! What you need is a lovely, calming bath!”
You want to protest, but he’s already off to the galley to heat water. You sigh.
It isn’t easy being the boyfriend of Ricky Banes, minor prince turned pirate turned pirate-killer turned back to pirate, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Even when he gets the idea that he has to spoil you, which honestly, you’re fine.
“Come on!” Ricky says on the way back from the galley with the first of the heated pots of water. “Let’s get you ready.”
You trudge after him to the captain’s quarters — it’s not like you’re not allowed in there or anything, but it’s Frenchie’s room, after all, and it’s kind of weird — and into the washroom. Ricky starts grabbing all kinds of oils and soaps and dried flowers and heaping them into your arms. Apparently they survived Ed’s rampage.
“Just pick what feels good,” he instructs you. “It’s fine to go on vibes.”
“Oh well, if I can go on vibes then,” you say with a healthy dose of sarcasm.
Ricky pauses his frenetic preparations and looks at you, all besotted smiles.
“I do love your accent,” he says. “Even when you’re being a brat.”
You almost smile. Ricky leaves to get more water and you sort through the oils and soaps and flowers — and bath salts, you find. Sure, you can go on vibes. You pick out everything in your favorite color and hope it goes well together in terms of smell.
Eventually, Ricky fills the tub, and graciously leaves the washroom to allow you to undress and submerge yourself in bubbles. When you call out that it’s all clear, he comes back and kneels next to the tub.
“May I wash your hair, dear?” he asks, like it’s a personal favor you’d be doing him. This time you do smile.
“Yeah,” you say, “that would be nice.”
You don’t know where Ricky, a minor prince much more pampered than pampering, learned to give a scalp massage, but it’s divine. The bath smells perfect, like a garden, and his long fingers in your hair and rubbing your head are about to put you to sleep.
“Wake up,” Ricky whispers in your ear, and you shake your head. Had you been sleeping?
“I haven’t slept well recently,” you tell Ricky, who just pulls a soft, fluffy robe down from a hook on the wall.
“Get in this,” he says, turning his back to give you privacy. Turning back around, he says, “Get in my bed. Please. I’ll clean up everything here and then I’ll hold you until you fall asleep. If that’s all right?”
“It’s more than all right,” you say, kissing him.
It’s worth the looks and whistles you get on the way to Ricky’s cabin wrapped up in a robe.
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The Anne's Revenge chapter 2
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Chapters; 1, 2, 3, 4
Ed and Stede test the waters of Stede's submission over dinner at Blackbeard's Bar and Grill.
TW: This chapter contains discussions of food, and food textures.
NSFW
When Ed had suggested he fill out a list, Stede hadn’t expected one quite so detailed. He supposed it had to be, so all parties were clear on boundaries, but reading it as carefully as he was made his head spin. There were things on there he’d never even heard of. He had to google what a TENS unit was, as well how cling film could possibly be used for sex.
He’d been awake much later than he would normally on a work night pencilling little crosses in boxes, so when it came to getting up for work the next morning, he was suitably tired. He thanked his lucky stars he’d had the foresight to purchase the two story apartment above his bookshop as he poured himself a large mug of tea with an extra sugar, downing half of it before making his way down to the shop. Lucius was already in, sorting through health and safety paperwork at the till. When he saw Stede emerge, he dropped it all in favour of leering.
“So. Stede.”
“Good morning, Lucius!” Stede set his mug down and immediately busied himself with turning on his computer.
“Didn’t see much of you last night after you went off with Ed,” Stede wasn’t looking, but he could hear Lucius smirking. “Jim messaged me to say they’d seen you come out with some paperwork?”
“Yes, uh… paperwork.” Stede bristled, embarrassed to be talking about such things, but knew that Lucius wasn’t really judging him, just poking fun. Still, he moved to change the subject. “Ed and I have a date tonight.”
It worked a treat, as suspected. Stede watched as his expression turned from teasing to shocked, to elated.
“Shut up, no fucking way!” He threw his arms up and beamed, strutting over to pull Stede into a bouncy hug. “That’s amazing, my little baby gay Stede off with hot leather daddy Ed! I’m so proud I could cry.”
“Yes, well,” Stede cleared his throat as he hugged back, a little shy but thrilled at his friend's enthusiasm for him. “We’re going for dinner and drinks.”
“Ohh, dinner and drinks? Where? What time?” Lucius stepped back and eyed Stede up and down. “You’re not wearing that, are you?”
Stede tugged at the hem of his cosy jumper.
“Not this, no. I might sneak off a little early tonight to get changed.”
“Don’t even worry, I’m here to help you babe,” Lucius took his face in his hands and looked at him seriously. “Listen - I know you like to worry about a billion things at all times, but you need to be relaxed tonight, right? We’ll work this morning, but this afternoon you let me worry about the shop. You focus on getting ready and filling out the checklist.”
“Oh, you know what that is?” Stede cringed, but Lucius only smiled.
“Babe, I have one, Pete has one, we all have one. I may be a bitch in brat clothing but I cannot stress enough how important informed consent is, right? I guess Ed explained it all to you?”
“He did, yes,” Stede grinned a little at the memory of last night. “He was very kind.”
“Ed’s great,” Lucius agreed. “I wouldn’t have let him whisk you away last night if I didn’t know that for sure. He’s just your type.”
That afternoon, Stede found himself staring blankly at his open wardrobe. If he thought he had panicked when choosing an outfit to wear to the club, the idea of picking something to wear on a first date with a gorgeous man who made him feel all sorts of things was going to give him a heart attack. He took a breath, and opened his phone.
Me
Hello Ed! I was just wondering if you had any thoughts on where you wanted to eat tonight?
He sent it, and stared at his phone until the reply came in.
Ed
Hey, sweetpea. Was thinking something easy, like Blackbeard’s? I know the owner and he says we can have a booth at the back. X
Oh, that sounded lovely! He’d spoken with customers before about Blackbeard’s, and they always raved about it.
Me
I’ve always wanted to try it there! I’m really looking forward to seeing you again :) X
The reply came back instantly.
Ed
Me too :) You looked lovely in that shade of blue, yesterday. Do you have anything else in that colour?
Stede’s heart jumped a little in his chest - he did! A lovely waistcoat that Mary and Doug had given him for Christmas, cerulean blue with silver embroidered detailing. It paired perfectly with a silky white blouse that sat folded carefully at the back of the wardrobe, and oh! Ed loved the feel of silk!
Me
I do! I’ll wear it tonight. X
Stede sighed happily, one less thing to worry about. Then Ed’s reply flashed up on screen, and his whole body flushed pink.
Ed
Good boy. X
Several hours later, Stede was showered, dressed, his hair done, and his list neatly folded up in his coat pocket. Lucius had poked his head in and wolf whistled at him, making him grin a little shyly.
“You must like Ed if you’re breaking out that sexy little number,” he plucked at the billowing sleeve of the silk blouse. “You look like a fancy sexy pirate, I’m obsessed.”
“Well we are going to Blackbeard’s, it seems appropriate. Ed says he knows the owner!”
Lucius’s face does a funny little twitch before settling into a grin. “Ooo, sounds like fun! What time is he coming?”
Stede checked his watch.
“He’s due to be here any minute! Alright, tell me honestly, how do I look?”
“Honestly?” Lucius regarded him carefully. “I’d smash.”
“Thank you!” Stede grinned, giving a little twirl. “Are you sure you’re alright closing the shop?”
“Course, it’s easy. Just a heads up, I am not starting to close until I say hello to Ed.”
Stede’s phone vibrated in his hand.
Ed
Outside x
“He’s here!”
“Oh my God, look how happy you are!” Lucius grabbed Stede’s shoulders and squeezed with an enthusiastic grin. “Okay, right, affirmations. You are sexy, you are confident, and I love you. Go out there and be your best self, babe!”
“Yes! I am those things!” Stede nodded in a way he hoped looked confident. He pulled his coat from the hook and slid it on, sliding his phone in the pocket beside his key. He checked once more that he still had his list. “Right!”
He headed downstairs into the shop, Lucius hot on his heels. Through the window, he saw Ed leaning against his car - something black and vintage. He pushed through the front door and met his eyes with a giddy smile.
“Ed,” Stede stepped forward to embrace him, but hesitated at the last second. Ed only grinned, stepping forward and pulling Stede to his chest.
“Evening, sweetheart.”
Stede sighed against the leather of his jacket, inhaling the strong scent of aftershave.
“Well hello there, Edward.”
Ed huffed a little laugh against Stede’s ear before pulling away just enough to level Lucius with a look.
“Hello, Lucius. I see all of our suspicions were true, and you are in fact a brat out in the real world, too.”
“I could have told you that one for free,” Lucius smirked, twirling a strand of his hair between two fingers. “You’ll look after our little Stede, won’t you? I’d hate to set Jim on you.”
Despite the teasing tone of Lucius’s voice, Stede knew his words were genuine and it made him feel warm.
“Ed was a perfect gentleman last night and I have no doubt that today will be any different,” he said, meeting Ed’s eyes. “Right?”
“Of course,” Ed tucked a loose strand of Stede’s hair behind his ear gently. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since he asked.”
“Good, good - didn’t know he asked you out, we will be discussing that tomorrow - so go on! Have fun at Blackbeard’s, won’t you Edward?”
Stede felt very much like he was missing out on a joke as Ed pointed a finger at Lucius.
“I’ll be having words with Pete, young man.”
“Looking forward to it!” Lucius blew a cheeky kiss to each of them before turning on his heel back into the shop. Finally alone, Stede watched as Ed’s hands took hold of his own.
“You look incredible,” Ed breathed, looking him up and down. “Love the way you look in silk, sweetheart.”
“I should hope so, I wore it for you,” Stede admitted shyly. Ed chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to his nose.
“I love it. Can’t wait until the coat comes off.”
Stede tugged at his coat sleeves as Ed turned to open the passenger door. He slid in against the leather seats and pulled his seatbelt on as he watched Ed round the front of the car to get in behind the wheel. He started the engine, the car rumbling to life. Stede looked over the dash in wonder.
“I love your car,” he said, “have you had it a long time?”
“Seven years? Got it for myself when I started my job.” Ed pulled the handbrake and put the car into gear, pulling away from the curb slowly.
“At the club?”
“Ah, no. Different job.”
“Oh. I have wondered a little, if you don’t mind me asking, how does one become a professional… dom?”
“I know the owner of the building, Jackie? She needed bodies to fill out and she knew that I had experience in the scene. That was three years ago…?” Ed nodded to himself. “Yes, three years. A couple of friends from the scene followed me over there, too. You met Izzy?”
“I didn’t.”
“Izzy’s another pro dom, but he subs too. Not for patrons, just other doms.”
“I see,” Stede put his thumbnail in his mouth and started to chew on it, a strange feeling of jealousy making itself known. Ed must have been keeping an eye on him, as he reached up and took Stede’s wrist in his hand and tugged it away from his face wordlessly. Stede’s breath hitched in his throat as both their hands came to rest on his lap.
“Colour?”
“Green,” Stede breathed. Ed squeezed his hand before returning it to the wheel.
“There’s a lad,” he praised gently, and Stede felt embarrassingly warm all of a sudden. “We’re almost there, now. Do you have your list with you?”
“I do, in my pocket here,” he patted it. “I must admit I was a little lost on some of the things there, so I left them blank.”
“That’s alright, well done for telling me,” Ed praised again and Stede nearly imploded. “I’d always rather you ask if you’re unsure. We can go through anything you like, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” Stede ignored the tremble in his voice. “I really appreciate how patient you’re being with me, Ed.”
“No patience necessary, honest.” The car pulled up in a space right by the entrance to Blackbeard’s, heralded by a neon sign and a large painting of a kraken. “Shall we?”
“Let’s,” Stede opened his door and stepped out into the cold air, tugging his coat more tightly around him. “You said you know the owner?”
“I do,” Ed rounded the car to take hold of Stede’s hand
“Would that be Blackbeard?”
“Hmm?” Ed cocked his head to the side, a mischievous smile spread across his handsome features. “No, I’m Blackbeard.”
“You-” Stede gaped, speechless.
“Shh,” Ed hushed him, pulling his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles. “Did I break you there?”
“Just a little,” he admitted, looking around at just how many people were lingering outside, queueing to get in. “You own this place as well as working at the club? Do you even sleep?”
“It’s my restaurant, but responsibility is split between a few of us so we all have time off. Helps that Izzy and a couple other club doms work here too.”
“Holy shit,” Stede whispered to himself as Ed directed them to the entrance, smiling at the young boy at the host stand.
“Evening, mate. Believe we have a table tucked right away waiting for us?”
“Yes, sir!” The teenager fumbled with the menus, clearly nervous at serving his boss, before ushering them through the busy room and up a flight of stairs, working their way through tables until they reached a booth at the far end of the room, mostly hidden by tall plants. “Right here, sir. And guest.”
“Thanks, mate.” Ed gestured for Stede to sit, before sitting opposite him and shrugging off his leather jacket. Stede shrugged off his coat and rested it on the back of the chair, his attention slightly caught by Ed’s magnificent looking purple shirt and the sliver of skin it left on display above his belt. “Something caught your eye?”
Stede startled back into awareness and blushed at the knowing look his date was giving him.
“Perhaps,” he mumbled. Suddenly a finger was under his chin, tilting his head up to force eye contact, and he blushed even deeper.
“Never be ashamed of looking, sweetheart, not with me. I have to admit, I’m eyeing you up just as bad.”
“Me?” Stede was slightly incredulous at the idea of anyone as good looking as Ed being attracted to him, even in such a well put together ensemble. Ed somehow managed to pick up on his self deprecating thoughts, releasing his chin to instead capture his hands and holding them in his own.
“I can see that train of thought, and I’d like you to stop it for me. Can you do that?” Ed’s voice was both gentle and stern, something that Stede never thought he’d be attracted to, and yet he felt himself stir. “Colour, Stede?”
“Green,” Stede said, slightly shaky. “I can. I can stop that thought for you.”
“Good lad,” Ed smiled proudly. “I ought to start thinking up some rewards for you, with just how good you’re being.”
“I’d like that,” Stede nodded eagerly. Ed hummed, cocking his head.
“We’ll talk it through tonight, treasure. Food first though, alright?” Ed nudged a menu towards him. “Pick anything you want, sweetheart.”
Stede blushed as he did as he was told, reading the items on the menu but not really taking any of it in. He blinked as he read over the different seafood options, a frown forming on his face.
“Stede?” Ed’s voice drew him from his haze. He looked up to see concern in his eyes. “What’s that frown for, sweetpea?”
“Oh it’s nothing really, honest!” Stede forced a smile, which only made Ed look more worried, which was categorically bad. “There’s a lot of options, that’s all. Nothing terrible.”
“Ah, I see,” Ed’s shoulders dropped a little as he relaxed back. “If you’d like, you can ask me for help.”
“Help choosing?”
“If you’d prefer,” Ed reached over and rested a soft palm on Stede’s wrist. “Or else you can tell me the sort of food you would eat at home, and I can choose for you. Let you concentrate on enjoying yourself.”
“Oh,” Stede shuddered a little. Letting Ed choose for him, wasn’t that a delicious thought. “Yes. The second one, please.”
“Can you ask me for it, sweetpea?” Ed smiled encouragingly, and Stede shuddered yet again.
“Please, will you choose my dinner for me?” Stede asked, voice barely above a whisper, but it was good enough for Ed.
“Of course, good boy. Thank you for asking me so nicely.” Ed sat back and glanced over the menu. “What would you normally cook at home?”
“Well… a lot of the time it’s so late by the time I finish work, or I get lost in study, I would usually just have a, uh… a sandwich.” Stede frowned, feeling like that was probably the wrong answer. Ed hummed, eyes moving to the opposite side of the menu where he had been looking.
“Alright, say you have a chef at your disposal. You finish work, you’re tired, and hungry. What would you ask them to make?”
That was a much nicer question in Stede’s opinion.
“Um… something light. I don’t like anything that’s too dry, or squishy.” He cringed at himself a little. “Sorry, I know that’s weirdly specific.”
“I like weirdly specific,” Ed reassured him with a smile. “I can’t stand the texture of cooked onion, you know?”
“I’m the same with mushrooms!” Stede exclaimed. “I really like the taste though, but they’re so squishy.”
“I understand completely,” Ed nodded. “And I know what to order for you. Drinks?”
“Perhaps something bubbly?”
“I love bubbly! You’re a man of fine taste, Stede.” Ed grinned, and Stede matched his expression with glee. Ed looked behind Stede and smiled at someone, and suddenly a waiter appeared next to them, notepad and pen in hand.
“Good evening sirs, could I start you off with any drinks?”
“Could we please get a bottle of the best champagne for the table, thank you mate.”
“And some water too, if you’d be so kind!” Stede added. He hadn’t had champagne since… since before his new life. He wasn’t sure he trusted himself on it alone.
“And what can I get you to eat?” The waiter scribbled notes down on their pad.
“I’ll have my usual please, and he’ll have…” Ed lifted the menu to hide it from Stede’s view, pointing something out to the waiter. “Please would you ask Roach to make sure there are no little bits of mushroom in it, please?”
“Of course, sir. No problem!” They smiled at them both. “Anything else for you?”
“That’s it, thank you.” Ed smiled as they sped away towards the kitchen.
“What did you order for me?” Stede asked.
“Hmm, not telling. It’ll be a surprise.” Ed grinned, tapping his fingers against the table as a different waiter appeared with a bucket of champagne and two flutes, plus a large jug of water filled with ice and lemon. “Lovely, thanks mate.”
When they were alone again, Ed poured their drinks. Stede took a nervous sip of water. Suddenly, without the option to discuss food, he found himself lacking in topics of conversation. Thankfully, Ed seemed to read his mind.
“Right, sweetpea, shall we have a little look over that list?”
Stede pulled the folded paper from his pocket and set it on the table. He unfolded it and pushed it towards Ed, who took it carefully in his hands. “I hope it’s all okay?”
“Sharing your preferences is always okay, I want you to remember that, okay?” Stede nodded, and Ed smiled. “Right. Let’s go through it together, shall we?”
Most things, Stede had a clear idea on. He had done as Ed had asked and thought carefully about how much he would like to try everything on there, and had ruled out several straight away. Others, he was keen to try, and some he was just desperate to.
“I had to look some things up,” he admitted to Ed after a few minutes of careful reading. “I know it must be obvious, but I’ve had very little experience in terms of relations with someone.”
“That’s alright, we’ll take things as slow as you need. This is entirely about your comfort, and you can always use your words if we start to try something and then you realise you don’t like it.”
“And the same goes for you? You’ll tell me if you don’t like something?” Stede wrung his hands together nervously under the table. Ed chuckled a little before leaning in to touch his palm to Stede’s cheek.
“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll use my words if I need them.” He brushed his thumb across Stede’s lips, and oh, did that make his heart flutter. “I don’t really have a lot of hard no’s, I’m open to trying anything. My pleasure comes from your pleasure.”
“What about your big yesses?” Stede glanced at his list. “Is there anything you really like doing that I don’t want to do?”
“It wouldn’t matter if there was. If it’s a no from you then it’s a no from me.” Ed said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Though, honestly? Our yesses line up quite well.”
“Oh! Wonderful!” Stede grinned, taking a sip of champagne to celebrate that little victory. “I’m so glad.”
“Of course you are, you’re a sweet boy,” Ed said fondly, eyes trailing a bead of champagne that rolled from Stede’s lips down his neck. “I know last night we didn’t do anything explicit. Would you like to?”
“I… I think so.” Stede felt the blush rise to his cheeks again. God, he had done that more in the last fourty-eight hours than he had in his whole life. “I… I know what you’ve been doing tonight, testing the waters?”
Ed nodded, his gaze heating.
“I’ve been enjoying it, quite a lot, actually. I…” He took a deep breath before he lost his nerve. “I think I want to try it more, with you. Together. Er, alone.”
“There’s a good boy,” Ed leant in and took Stede’s face once again in his hands. Stede was becoming increasingly angry at the table between them keeping him from perching himself in Ed’s lap. “I know it’s difficult to talk about your desires, and you’ve done so well. If you would be willing, after we’ve eaten, we could go to the club, or your place, to play a little?”
“I would love that,” Stede breathed, and had the sudden urge to leap over the table and kiss him. Thankfully, the waiter appeared suddenly with their food.
“The cod and chips for you, sir, and the mushroom risotto for yourself. The chef made sure there were no solid pieces of mushroom, sir.”
“That’s wonderful, thank you.” Ed smiled as they rushed off, and watched Stede carefully as he inspected the plate. “How did I do?”
When Stede looked up, his eyes were sparkling, and his belly growled. “You did perfect, dear.”
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Eleven and Hopper
Eleven never had the opportunity to be a normal girl, she was very different compared to those around her. Her past was something which would forever define who she was as a person, but she wouldn’t allow it to dictate her future. The only chance she finally had to run away lead to a life of many exciting yet miserable events. From escaping she had found her bests of friends, and even her boyfriend Mike. They were one of the good things in life which she never ever wanted to be away from. Though she had also met a man much different from Papa, her dad, Jim Hopper. not her dad by blood, but her dad by choice. He had been willing to hide her and keep her safe, even when Eleven had been a brat Hopper had always been on her side. For 3 years she was haunted by her past, forced to face the reality of her actions. That being the entire situation with the upside down; she couldn’t imagine how Will had felt this entire time.
Everyone wanted to forget the tragedy of what their lives had become, the amount of loss and devastation they had experienced in Hawkins. Well, Eleven had suffered an unbelievable amount in such little time. Not only had she lost her powers, but she also almost lost her dad. The mind flayer in the mall was a rather eye-opening moment for the adults of the group as they merely survived the Russians attack. No one wished to continue in this spiral of constant turmoil from these attacks, and Eleven had used every last ounce of strength to close the gate between their worlds once and for all. Each moment felt like it may be her last, her body feeling as though it was being torn apart inch by inch. Leg pounding in utter torment from when she had just forced that creature out of it. Her screams were sure to haunt everyone’s dreams that night as they were so full of anguish and desperation. This was something no one should have been exposed too, especially not a scared 14-year-old who was trying to save the lives of everyone in Hawkins.
Eleven recalled very little of that night from that point onwards, all she could remember was how exhausted she was, that creeping anxiety engulfing her when she hadn't seen Hopper alongside Joyce. Though that momentary gut-wrenching pain of guilt subsided when Hopper came running from behind an ambulance and embraced Eleven not ever wanting to let go of her again. That’s when Eleven had passed out in Hoppers arms, being treated for the wound in her leg. For a few weeks she stayed in Hopper’s cabin away from most people as she was too distressed, especially the guilt over Billy. Eleven didn’t even think she could face Max again as she felt like a failure. Any good friend would have tried to save her brother, right? In Elevens case he had saved her, in his last moments he had redeemed himself to be a good man. She hadn’t told Hopper about the guilt eating her away, but each night Billy stalked her dreams. Her usual nice dreams turned to devilish nightmares of everything she regretted.
Max eventually came to visit eleven and they had a rather awkward minute of silence until they had begun to desperately embrace one another. That day they wept and grieved together, not many words spoken as they just allowed themselves to feel safe. A feeling they weren’t privileged to experience unlike anyone else in Hawkins. A very select few knew how it felt, and due to that the adults involved made a choice. A choice they had been deliberating for a while now. It started when Joyce and Hopper officially went on a date, and those feelings for one another were strong enough that they ought to be together. Of course, everyone was happy that they had such a beautiful ending from all this loss, that something good managed to come from it all. Then was the difficult news to tell their kids, that they were moving away from Hawkins. They all needed a fresh start in life, and the best way to do that was by leaving the past behind. Eleven had been so uncertain on how to feel about it all… she would be moving away from Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and the place she had finally found a family. She wanted so desperately to be by their sides, but deep down Eleven knew this was the best thing for them all. It couldn’t be that bad right? Especially now that Will and Jonathon were going to be her brothers! For once she was surrounded by a proper family, by people who loved her. Not people that wanted to utilise her powers, but people who saw her as a human.
When the day came where every box had been packed up into the van, her heart begun to sink lower and lower with this sudden feeling of uncertainty. Could she really move away and start a new life? No longer would she be Eleven, but instead she would be Jane Hopper… a normal girl living a normal girl life. Even so her face screwed up as she embraced Max one last time, a soft sob escaping as she only gripped her best friend even tighter. "we will call everyday El, I promise. It will be okay." Max tried her best to fill her with the courage, because it seemed Max understood just how much Eleven needed her by her side. The very last hug was from Mike, and at this point Elevens cheeks were already stained with tears, "You promise to visit?" Leaning back to cup Mikes cheeks between her hands, watching as he nodded to her question. With the final cherished kiss between the couple, Eleven found herself being guided to the van to get up into it. Looking back in the mirror as their friends waved them away. Even if she felt so alone swamped by this discomfort, she had Will and Jonathon. Her brothers were feeling the exact same way, and they shared a few glances among themselves, and that was enough for them to nod as a silent way of saying they understood.
Months had passed since they had moved into their new house, and life was different to how she had imagined. Eleven had expected many people to be her friends, she thought it would be easy to make friends. After all she had become Mikes friend within the first few hours of knowing him; they were all naïve and young. Now everyone had grown up and already had their cliques of friends. It didn’t help that Elevens knowledge was seriously undeveloped in comparison to her classmates. No matter how hard she tried to fit in, it seemed something or someone would always be in the way of her having a normal life. Of course, Will tried his best to help teach Eleven on the basics so she would feel somewhat okay, but he didn't realise just how less she had known. Though he didn’t judge her nor make her feel ashamed of it. He understood what it felt like to miss out on a bit of childhood, as he had been in the upside down and then for a while suffered with the entire hospital due to his episodes. He only missed out on a few years of childhood, but to him it felt like a lot more than that. So, Will understood that feeling, especially since El had never even been to school before.
Despite how desperate Eleven was to make friends, to fit in and have fu, she couldn't. The bullying wasn’t severe at first, when she was in the laboratory with Papa, she faced a lot worse. The people who used to bully her had powers which only made it physically tormenting. Eleven hadn't faced the taunting of verbal bullying and the amount of emotional distress it put her through. Words hurt a lot more than anything she had been through physically, and Eleven was even scared at times to go to school. Whenever Hopper asked how school was, she lied and had this big smile that didn’t quite make her eyes sparkle with joy, "It was good, I had a lot of fun at lunch with my friends." At first Hopper truly believed her, but the more he watched Eleven the more he realised that likely wasn’t the truth. He didn’t want to intervene with her life that she felt was rather private, but one night he knocked at her door with a soft, "hey kiddo. Can we talk?" When he was allowed into her room, he noticed a project on the floor and his lips began to twitch into a smile. "Is that me in the cabin?" His heart melted as he saw Eleven smile and nod, "Its for a project at school about heroes."
Now Jim Hopper would never admit he had a soft place in his heart for many things, but the one person he loved the most was his daughter. The way Eleven had always been so proud of him despite the difficulties they had with one another in the past. It almost pained him to see her so grown up," c'mere kid." He opened up his arms and was engulfed in a tight hug from El. "It looks amazing, you got my face done perfectly." About to reach for the figure until Eleven had guided his hand away. "Its still drying. what did you want to talk about?" Pulling back with pure curiosity as Hopper sat down on the edge of her bed. His fingers rubbing against his stubble in thought, feeling the bed shift as Eleven had join him to sit. "I uh, just wanted to ask how are you? I mean with the move, I know it’s been a while, but you seem a little distant kiddo. is everything alright? If its Mike bothering, you then-" His words were cut short by a quick interjection from Eleven.
"No- no Mikes been great. He sends me letters and calls me, so does Max." Thinking for a moment as she knew she shouldn’t lie, but Hopper already had so much on his plate from his job. El didn’t want to be some inconvenience. She didn’t think it was big issue, it was just people being a little rude… that’s all. "I’m okay. Just. tired. school keeps me very busy, so I am tired from all the hanging out with my friends." Even though Hopper knew it was a lie, there was nothing he could truly say to make her feel better without potentially embarrassing El. "Alright El, well have a good sleep. I can’t wait to hear all about your project Tomorrow." With a rather heavy sigh as he left her room, confiding in Joyce that very night to see what she thought he should do. Part of him wanted to find the kids name and give them a real bad scare for being so shit to El.
The next morning Eleven had woken up rather early to finish the last touches on her project, extremely proud of herself for what she had created over the past week. It made her wonder who Will had chosen, but it had probably been someone smart and a stranger. To Eleven she thought the person she had chosen was perfect, as her dad was such a known hero in Hawkins. Now she hoped her dad would grow to become a hero to everyone here in Lenora, so that when they were in danger, they knew her dad would always be there to save them and keep them safe. Jonathon’s funny friend -that reeked of the weird smoking plants- had picked them up that day. For the morning was so bright and it rejuvenated Eleven to feel refreshed and prepared to do the presentation. Nothing put her spirits down, even when someone spat a paper ball against her cheek, she was just quick to wipe it off. Clapping along with everyone else as Angela had finished her presentation, even giving her a smile.
Though each time her teacher went to pick a name she felt her hands become clammy, the very same feeling when Papa used to pick someone to use their powers in front of everyone there. The bubble of fear rising in her chest as she always chanted, 'please don’t pick me' in her mind, but it seemed to never work. Blinking a little in confusion when Will turned to look at her, forgetting for a moment that she was Jane. Gulping as she took the project from her desk and stood up, nibbling at her inner cheek to try calm herself down. A little quiet at first, she finally began to tell her entire class about Hopper. Confidence growing with each word, at least until Angela interjected. "My dad- my dad saved a lot of people." Voice trembling as she felt choked up, her eyes glossing over with tears. "He is a hero. He’s, my hero." By the time her presentation had even finished she was in tears, rushing out of the class with a sob.
People were cruel, especially Angela. It clearly hadn’t been enough for her to humiliate El in front of the entire class, as she decided to humiliate her in front of most of the school. In that moment Eleven had tried to use her powers to hurt her really bad, but to no avail did anything happen. Instead, the crowd erupted into laughter from how silly it had made her look, "I want you to apologise Angela." What Eleven was requesting was justified and should have been simple. Not for Angela. It happened so fast, but Eleven’s project was wrecked. Even Will wasn’t able to lie enough, Eleven knew the truth that it couldn't be fixed. When Argyle drove them home, her hands were gripping tightly into her thighs. A burst of rage bubbling in her, she wanted to teach Angela a lesson. Angela should have been thankful that Eleven didn’t have her powers, or else she would have gotten seriously hurt. What Eleven hadn't been aware of was the fact they had been filming her, trying to make a collection of videos from Eleven being upset.
The second they were outside of their house; she grabbed her project and ran upstairs. Slamming her door shut before she gripped onto her desk, taking deep breaths to try stop herself from chucking something. Self-restraint had been something hard to learn, but Hopper had coaxed her through all these new emptions before so that she wouldn’t break anything. As her anger dispersed; now miserable instead. The scowl on her face soon became a frown as her lips quivered, tears spilling down her cheeks. Curled up in her bed with her back to the door, she had not even heard Hopper announce himself downstairs. Nor did she hear his heavy footsteps as he came up to her room, knocking on her door. When she didn't reply he tried again, but the second her heard her muffled sob he entered the room. For a moment he glanced around, rather proud to see nothing was evidently smashed. At least until he saw her project, but he knew Eleven would have never smashed that. She had spent days on it and had been so happy to show it off in class.
Hopper sat down on her bed with a deep sigh, "Kids are cruel and stupid El." His hand smoothing over her hair, trying to give her any comfort. "You didn't smash it, right?" When he saw her shake her head his frown grew, knowing she wouldn't tell him who did it. "Why don't we go out for some ice cream? I know I’ve been trying to lose a few extra pounds, but you won’t tell Joyce. it will be our secret kiddo, what do ya say?" He could only hope it was a good way of comfort, and it worked. Eleven finally turned to face him, wiping away the tears that had rolled over her nose and down onto her pillow. "and some Eggos?" was all she had to ask, and Hopper let out a laugh. "Of course, kiddo, all the Eggos you could ever ask for." Fondly giving her a side hug, squeezing her arm for that little extra reassurance.
when they were in Hopper’s car, Eleven was a bit quiet, so Hopper rubbed his stubble in thought. Pulling out a tape for them to listen to, it had some of Els favourite songs such as 'Material Girl' and 'Girls just want to have fun'. Within minutes she had perked up a considerable amount as she sang along with Hopper to the songs, bursting into laughter when he tried to sound like Madonna. They had parked up outside of Elevens favourite ice cream parlour and went in to try some new flavours, and in the end Eleven settled upon a cone with 2 scoops of honeycomb and vanilla ice cream. Hopper had chosen rum and raisins ice cream - which sounded disgusting- and he seemed to be enjoying it a lot. Instead of getting back into the car, they started to walk to the nearest supermarket down the street which had Eggos. Though in their walk Eleven noticed Angela and her friends all bursting into laughter as they looked at the footage from their camera. At first Hopper didn’t so much as glance at them, until he noticed how Elevens usual bounce in her step faded. Almost like she was dragging her body to slow down and hide behind Hopper.
His gaze fell upon the group as he licked his ice cream, he knew Joyce would tell him off, but right now all he wanted to do was to protect his daughter. With that he began to stride over to the group of teenagers, leaning over them to see the video. The second he saw it was Eleven his heart shattered, "Delete that right now." Watching as the kids jumped from not realising Hopper had been there. "I said delete it. Hurry up." His patience felt like a ticking bomb, about to erupt at any given moment. Then Angela had the nerve to laugh in Hopper’s face, "What are you gonna do if we don’t hm? hit us?" There was a chorus of laughter from the group, which was quick to fall to silence as Hopper forced the camera from their hands and smashed it down. He stomped on it again and again. Not satisfied until it was just loads of tiny pieces. Hearing Angela scream an obnoxious, "Hey! You can’t do that! I’m calling the police on you."
No matter how much he tried, nothing could wipe that smug look of satisfaction from Hopper’s face, "Go ahead. I’m the fucking chief of this town, you have a problem with that? You hurt my daughter; don’t you dare go near her again. Do you hear me?" Having heard no response his tone only became more authoritative, and he could see the fear in their eyes. "Did I make myself clear?!" They all looked amongst each other for a second, even looking up to see Eleven giggling as she ate her ice cream. With that they all let out a very quiet, "yeah."
When they were out of sight Eleven was quick to high five her dad with a big smile, "I love you daddy. Thank you." And gave him the most bone crushing of hugs. It was the best feeling for Hopper knowing he had done something good for Eleven.
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