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dejwrites · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ faking it⠀ 〳 ⠀ s.riley ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) you beg your best friend to be your fake boyfriend for the night and he plays the role a little too well

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, fake dating trope, best friends to lovers, ghost being best fake boyfriend ever, dinner scene included, sunshine!reader, slight soft!ghost, handsy ghost, reader and ghost like each other..they just too chicken to admit it, spit kink (ghost spits in reader's mouth), power kink kinda, missionary, slight choking kink, praise kink, he calls reader love while he in it yay, reader's parents highkey reader/ghost shippers, the leg and thigh caressing ghost does is highkey inspired by this tik tok, word count: 3.9k

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — also thank you @touyyes for beta reading for me. i really appreciate the feedback you gave me.♡

YOU STOOD OUTSIDE THE FIVE STAR RESTAURANT PACING BACK AND FORTH. You didn't expect him to agree with the idea. Okay, maybe you did beg him nonstop and even made him dinner last Friday. However, it still shocked you when he agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the evening. With your parents urging you to settle down now that your only other sibling is on the brink of tying the knot in two months—you wanted to avoid every blind date your parents poorly attempted to set you up on as possible. If you had to sit through one more dinner with a guy obsessed with Bitcoin or mansplaining the stock market to you, you would gauge your eyes out.

This led to your brilliant plan to ask your best friend, Simon 'Ghost' Riley. You knew practically everything about him, and he knew everything about you. Maybe it would take your parents by shock when you walk into the restaurant with the gentleman because you always denied any romantic relations with him. However, at least the dinner wouldn't be so awkward. It'll be like your sibling's engagement dinner that Simon tagged along to a year ago.

"You're doing that thing again," Ghost's voice interrupts your overthinking as you stop in front of him. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his black slacks.

You swapped your weight from one heel to another, "No, I'm not." You huff before you're back pacing.

The thing in question is when you mumble your thoughts under your breath in one of the languages you know. A nervous tick you did in certain situations like presenting for work or, in this case —pretending you're dating your best friend.

"Maybe this is a bad idea. You know my dad can tell when I'm lying." Your eyes glance up at the larger man in front of you. "You know what, let's just go back to my place. I can just say you got sick—"

Your words were interrupted abruptly by the feeling of Ghost's hand collecting yours and dragging you into the restaurant. He's ignoring your multiple curse words in different languages while maneuvering through the circular tables filled with other people. He could clearly see your parents sitting at a table, waiting for the two of you. Most likely gushing over the fact that their flawless daughter has finally settled down. Just as you two were becoming in the eye view of the older married couple—a gasp escaped from your lipstick-colored lips when you felt Ghost's callous hand linger on your lower back.

You forgot that this was all pretend. That when the dinner bill was paid, and your parents left the restaurant, the facade of him pretending to be your boyfriend was over with. His hand's warmth on your back felt soothing now that you think about it. It calmed the loud, nervous thoughts that were going around in your mind. As you approach the table, your parents stand excitedly to greet the two of you. Just as your mom walked towards you to embrace you, you could feel Ghost's lips brush against the brim of your heated ear.

"Just follow my lead," He then pecks the side of your temple before finally letting you go so you can be the perfect daughter and embrace your mom.

Your skin felt like it was on fire. Despite your dress showing much of your brown skin, you still felt like you were wearing too much. Insane to say a simple peck on the temple and a hand on your lower back had you feeling this way. You two never crossed that line before. Never.

But here you were, faking it.

The dinner started smoothly, the usual fake story about falling in love with Ghost as you two sat at the table together. At least your parents were buying it. But your awkward pauses to answer basic couple questions weren't the reason. Simon was surely stealing the show.

Now that you sat at the table and observed him, you didn't even notice how good he looked tonight. His hair was combed perfectly compared to the other times when it'll occasionally look like he just rolled out of bed. On some days, you're urging him to kneel to your height so you can fix his hair. The white button-down shirt he wore was neatly ironed and fit nicely on him. Each time he moved, his biceps seemed to flex through the shirt. Gosh, you couldn't get off the way a couple of buttons on his button-down shirt were undone to expose part of his tone chest. Has he always looked like this, or have you been blinded by your growing friendship with him, sometimes staying at your place and using your fruity shampoo?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you could feel him place his hand in your lap, laughing loudly at a corny joke your father told. Once again, your skin heated up at the feeling of his hand dancing upon your bare thigh and legs. You would have thought that he was Leonardo DiCaprio himself with the stellar acting he was doing. He was playing the fake boyfriend role so perfectly that you yourself felt like you were falling for it.

"I expect you to attend her sibling's wedding in two months, right?" Your mother sips from her wine glass as her eyes look in Ghost's direction.

You weren't sure about that yourself. Ghost's job could tug him away any moment—hell, possibly in the middle of this dinner right now. You leaned forward to answer the question, scooting your chair closer to Ghost's. Your movement caused him to remove his large hand from caressing your thigh and leg.

"You know he gets busy with work," You answered truthfully as you could hear the waiter finally arrive at the table with everyone's dinner. "So, don't expect him to come or tell the whole family he'll be there." Your eyes darted to your mother.

The one woman who could tell your business before the afternoon tv dramas came on. You didn't even notice that Ghost had dropped his tattooed arm behind your chair until you sat back.

"I know, I know. You never shut up about him," Your mother says out loud.

"Oh really?" Ghost's voice rings in your ear as he glances at you, as all the blood rushes to your cheeks, causing them to feel like they are burning.

"She's exaggerating. When she puts it that way, it seems like I'm your delusional obsessed lover." You forced a smile at him as your eyes met his bright ones.

You couldn't quite read Ghost at the moment. He said to follow his lead, but at the moment, you were the one now answering the questions that had you so hot. You were starting to feel overwhelmed. You pushed yourself from the table, quietly excusing yourself to go use the bathroom. You just needed to recollect your thoughts, actions, and feelings. You finally made your way to the bathroom; you let the cool water run over your hands, attempting to mask out the erupting butterflies growing in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't believe that a simple fake date made your knees feel weak and your skin feel like you were running a horrible fever.

"He's faking it," You say to yourself. "After this, we'll go back to being just friends." You add while drying your hands.

You did one glance in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. As you walked towards the table, you bumped into Ghost's tall stature.

"You okay? I thought we were doing okay over there," His head motions towards the table your parents sat at as they were currently devouring dinner. "Boyfriends check on their girlfriends when they leave the table."

"I just was feeling a little overwhelmed, that's all. They think we're such a serious couple." You answered. You noticed he had stepped closer towards you, and you had stepped back to be met with the wall.

"We can leave if you want; pretty sure they're as convinced that we are dating to ditch them now." His broad shoulders shrug as his eyes look at you with so much concern.

"I'll be okay," You answered as you gave him a reassuring smile. "We might as well eat our fancy dinners that my dad offered to pay for it." You chuckle.

Before glancing down, you noticed your parents eyeing the two of you from across the restaurant. Most likely talking about you like always. Ever since your sibling became engaged, the growing topic of when it'll be your time always was the talk of every family dinner. You didn't understand why you were doing all of this to appease your parents, but you were grateful to have Ghost go with your insane shenanigans.

You glanced down for a split second admiring how close the two of you were. Before you can joke about it, you glance up to be met with Ghost's lips on yours. It took you by shock. You two never actually kissed before. The closest you two ever had of a kiss was you asking him to try a margarita you ordered at a bar you always go to. It just felt different, definitely not fake. You could taste the alcohol he was sipping on within the night. You even could get a whiff of Marc Jacobs cologne. A familiar scent because you gifted it to him for the holidays. The kiss deepened as soon as you stepped closer to grasp the white collared shirt. It felt like you were only two in the restaurant as your lips moved in sync. But it was Ghost who broke the kiss leaving you flustered. In complete awe, he leans down and lets his hush whisper send a chill down your spine.

"It's good to know you're still following my lead." His words swirled around your mind as he collected your hand to lead you back to the table.

"You can't just do that without some warning," You snarled at him.

"It wouldn't be as believable if I gave you a heads up," Ghost says as he walks. "We're leaving."

"But we haven't even eaten yet?"

He stops in the middle of the restaurant to glance at you. "You're clearly uncomfortable with pretending to appease them. The kiss undoubtedly reveals that you're well taken care of, so I'm taking you home now." His jaw clenches, waiting for you to protest stubbornly.

"Fine. These heels are killing my feet, anyway." You answered as you looked at him.

"I figured, just go, and I'll meet you outside."

"Don't say something insane to my parents about why we're leaving," You warned before leaving him to deal with your parents.

The thing is, you didn't mind continuing the fake date after that kiss. You didn't want it to end, actually. However, you hated how well he knew you. He knew when something frustrated you. He noticed when you were overthinking. He knew that this situation would eventually blow up in your face, so it was best to get out of it now rather than later. When the month was to come for your sibling's wedding, it wouldn't be so hard to slide in—' Oh, you know, Simon and I didn't work out. Thought we were better off as friends. Your parents wouldn't let your lousy breakup overshine your sibling's wedding day, so this was perfect.

Better off as friends. Yes, you were better off as friends. Anything past that would complicate everything.

You felt his presence next to you, and your eyes looked over at him while the two of you waited for the valet person to bring his car around. "What did you say to them?" You asked, your eyebrows raising in curiosity.

"We were on a rigorous babymaking schedule." He admits and gains a shove from you.

"Why would you say that?" You asked before hearing his deep groggy laugh.

"I just said you weren't feeling too well. It was your mother to allude to the kid talk," Ghost says as he looks over at you. "Her fuckin' face lit up hearing me tell her you weren't feeling too well."

You let out a long dramatic sigh before watching the valet pull up Ghost's car. "That's not going to matter when I tell her we broke up at this wedding in two months."

Before reaching the car's passenger side, Ghost immediately opens the door for you. As you climbed into the car, you would say, "No need to do this. We're not dating." You joke.

You were expecting him to jokingly agree, for him to remind you that you did wonderful with pretending to like him when you two had only cared for each other platonically for years. The door was closed, and you sat back in your seat after buckling up. As soon as Ghost starts driving, you send apology texts to your parents about ditching. Like always, they showed compassion and excitement about finally meeting the man who was making you happy.

"They said it was nice meeting you and P.S. what's Simon's workout plan? He has nice biceps." You read the text message from your mother out loud.

Silence overcame the two of you as Ghost was driving you home. You hummed alongside lowly at Shirt by SZA playing lowly on the radio. As you made the journey towards your house, you kept glancing at your quiet best friend. His light-colored eyes never left the road ahead of him. He always drove with one hand because you constantly changed the radio stations. But tonight, he didn't protest your music choice; instead, his hand took comfort on your bare thigh.

He stopped at the last red light before you approached your neighborhood. You could feel the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your thighs, mimicking the song's beat. Your heart was pouncing around your chest quickly at the actions unfolding before you. You were currently telling yourself that you should remove his hand. This wasn't right. This wasn't you guys. Or maybe it was? Maybe, you two actually did have feelings for each other.

"Thanks for helping me out tonight." You broke the silence to gain Ghost's attention.

You watched as his head fell back to meet with the headrest, and he matched your intense glare. If you concentrated hard enough, you could tell the two of you were inching closer to lean in to kiss each other. As the red traffic light twinkled through the windshield under the bright moonlight—Ghost inching closer as your lips barely touched.

"We don't have to do this. We're not faking for my parents anymore." Your words came out like a timid whisper.

It was hypocritical of you to say that, considering you wanted this too. You ached to break the line that could..actually; it would—complicate your friendship with him. You just hope the same thoughts running around your head were going through his head.

"Fuck it." Ghost huffed before he went all in.

Your lips collided with each other like a reckless car accident. You were sure that if the two of you weren't in the middle of the street, he would have dragged you over to the driver's side on his lap. He wanted this just as much as you did. His teeth nibbled at your lower lip, causing you to gasp. His tongue slid into your mouth so smoothly that you couldn't help but moan. The hand that was gripping the steering wheel was now on the back of your neck, entrapping you in the heated make-out session. You could feel his fingers on the back of your neck as if they could bring you closer than ever.

A car horn honking behind you caused the heated kiss to break apart. Your cheeks burnt from embarrassment as you pulled back innocently. Your body feels like it is going through a fever dream, and you feel so small in the passenger seat as the continued drive toward your place is silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the radio and the surrounding sound of cars. You were counting down the seconds of when you had to exit his car because you knew you would invite him in to continue the actions you two committed that would instantly alter your friendship. When the time came to invite him in, you didn't have to say much. A few steps towards your door were brief, and you could feel your heart pouncing around your chest as you unlock your front door.

You never felt nervous about inviting a guy into your place, but you were very particular about who you invited over. Ghost has been in your home countless times—he has never been in your house in a predicament like this. The two of you tripped on each other's feet as you kissed each other harshly. Your fingers combed through his hair, bringing him closer as you could feel him tapping your thighs. When you jumped up, he instantly caught you with ease, carrying you further inside your house—the kiss you two shared only grew hotter with each step that Ghost climbed up the stairs.

When you finally reach your room, he gently places you on the bed like a doll. The kiss finally broke as you glanced up at Ghost. No words were exchanged, but you could tell by the twinkle in his light eyes that he wanted this. Your teeth nibbled at your plump lower lip, watching as he's unbuttoning each button of the shirt he had on. It didn't take long for different pieces of clothing to be removed and piled on your wooden floors, leaving you sprawled out on your bed in just the seamless thong you wore tonight.

Ghost took up the space between your thighs as he was on top of you, not leaving one body part of yours unkissed. His lips dragged across your jawline as he used his thigh to push your thighs apart. His fingertips traced down your body to palm at your clothed pussy that, through the countless lip locking, had grown wet. His fingers pushed your panties to the side to indulge in the wetness between your thighs. His fingers rub at your clit slowly before you breathe out the words Ghost wanted to hear.

"I want you, Simon."

Hearing you say that was like a switch went off in Ghost's head. He slowly dragged your panties down your thighs, taking his time and basking at the moment. You could feel his cock brushing against the inside of your thighs. The weight of it was heavy, and you couldn't help but swallow the lump that formed in the back of your throat. Your hand tiptoed between your naked bodies to teasingly let your fingers brush against Ghost's swollen tip. The groan he let out caused you to smile cheekily, your teeth biting down on your lower lip; eventually, Ghost pinned your hands above your head. Your lips form a pout before you lean up to place a kiss on Ghost's lip. "Aw, come on. That's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, love." Ghost grumbles as he grabs ahold of his cock to line himself up.

Your thighs tremble at the teasing touch of his tip, tapping at your clit. "I like it when you call me that, you know?" You joked.

You knew that joking like this was a poor attempt at 1.) bracing yourself for Ghost's cock to stretch you out and 2.) the fact that you two, as best friends, were about to sleep together.

Ghost didn't say much; he hummed at your humorous words before he shoved himself further inside your cunt. His fingers rubbed comforting circles on your heated, plush thighs to soothe you. After all, he was quite a big man. Your eyes traveled between your body, and noticed that he hadn't even fully inserted you. His chuckle causes you to bury your head further into the pillow below it. He leaned down to capture your lips and your moans due to his harsh thrust forward, fully bullying his cock into your drooling cunt. Your fingers grasped at his body as you broke the intense kiss to let out a broken moan.

You weren't sure what was louder, your moans, the sound of your headboard banging against the wall, or skin slapping against each other. Each time when you thought you were used to the pleasurable feeling of being filled up with Ghost's cock—he's teasingly pulling himself out thoroughly before pushing himself back and repeating the rhythmic pace you were trying to keep up with. He lifts himself from the place he took on top of you, his hand caressing your body as if you were leaving him. It shocked you when you felt his hand snake around your neck. You could get used to the eye contact you made with Ghost. The unique combo of your neck getting squeezed just a bit plus Ghost's hard thrusts—you felt like you saw stars.

"Fuck love, you look so good right now." Ghost utters.

You never thought you would be scribbling off letting your guy best friend spit in your mouth off your bucket list. It just happened in the heat of the moment. He just did it with your mouth gasping open, hiccuping, and uttering his name. You hated to admit that you felt your cunt pulse around his cock due to the action.

Your hand grasped his wrist while his hand wrapped around your throat like a designer choker. Ghost didn't put too much pressure around your neck, but it was enough for you to grow wetter for his cock to tap at that one spot that had your toes curling. Your eyes shifted close in ecstasy as you indulged in the feeling of Ghost's cock.

"Come on, love, keep them eyes on me. You're doin' such a good job taking me." Ghost said through groans of being pussy drunk.

Your eyes open to stare at Ghost with tears decorating your lash line. Your eyes weren't watering because you were in pain, but it was tears of pleasure. You stared up at Ghost as if you were in love. As if he was the one that placed the stars in the sky that you adored stargazing up on some late nights. Could this have been love? Could this have just been the moment you expressed your feelings for each other?

Ghost released the grip on your neck as he came closer to you. The rhythm of your body builds, moving in complete sync despite being completely trapped by all of Ghost's weight. His brash groans in your ear were like a sweet melody playing on a bright Sunday morning. Your manicured fingers dragged across his back, decorating it with marks similar to the scars he received during his job. The only that slurred out of your mouth were coos of his name—as if that was the only word you knew.

Your mind couldn't comprehend the way your body felt at the moment. Your mind felt fuzzy as you were coming off the highest cloud in the sky. Your thighs quivered with each sloppy thrust Ghost pushed forward into the cushion of your limbs. It was an explosive feeling of your orgasm finally coming to you. Granted, within the moment of you and Ghost having sex, your mind has lost count of your cunt fluttering around his cock. This moment just felt so intense that the only you could do was grasp upon Ghost and hold on for life just in time for him to cum also.

With your bodies intertwined, as you could feel Ghost layering your neck with subtle kisses, you let out a tired sigh before speaking.

"So much for faking it, huh?"

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wtfsteveharrington · 2 years

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come down to the station / jim hopper x fem!reader

context: listen, your boyfriend works long hours. you’re needy and love giving surprises.

content: roleplaying, handcuffs, semi-public space, fingering, begging, degrading like a lot, edging / withholding, unprotected, creampie, kinda power play energy, tearing up, choking. filled w filth tbh.

warnings: this story contains a consensual roleplay scene depicting a fake arrest & reader being handcuffed & searched.

author note: jopper shipper to my core....... but that doesn’t stop me from being feral for this man.

word count: 2.8k

There are some benefits to keeping your relationship on the down low while you test the waters.

You’re stepping into the station, being quickly stopped by a Deputy with a sweet smile. “Why hello there, Ma’am. What brings you into the station today?” If you weren’t already head over heels for Hopper, this kid might have stood a fighting chance too.

“Unfortunately I witnessed a shoplifting incident earlier today. Your Chief, uh, Hoover? Hooper? It was something like that… Anyways, he told me to come by today to give my statement.” The Deputy is giving you a bright smile now, glancing over to Hopper’s office. You just know he’s trying to play his cards right.

“Yeah, Chief Hopper? Great guy. You know, he can be a little intimidating though. If you’d like, I could sit ya down and take your statement? My delivery can be a little more-“ He’s waving his hands through the air now, giving you a bit of a playful smirk, “- Gentle, perhaps.”

It’s your turn to up the charm, giving the Deputy a playful giggle and letting your hand come up to touch his forearm. Part of you was hoping that Hopper would just happen to glance out into the Station to see what you were getting yourself mixed into. “You know, that’s quite kind of you to worry about what I can take. I promise you that if I can’t handle the Chief, I’ll come find you. Why don’t you point me in the direction of his office and I’ll give you a little recap when we’re done?”

The Deputy’s got this slack jawed, dopey smirk on his face. You can’t decide if he’s picking up your innuendos towards the Chief or thinking he’s left a mark. He’s throwing his thumb back over his shoulder, giving you a wink. “Chief’s back that way, Beautiful. Come let me know if you need anything, anything once you’re done.”

You give his arm one last squeeze before heading towards Hopper’s office, side stepping in and leaning back on the door as it shuts behind you.

Hopper speaks first, not looking up from the paper’s littering his desk. “Kinda busy here. If this isn’t a priority then take it to the main floor.”

It’s your giggle that gives you away, his attention instantly snapping up at the sound. His expression softens, sitting back in his chair as he soaks up the sight of you. “Chief Hopper? I came down to the station like you asked to give you my statement on that shoplifting incident this morning…”

Hopper’s got a hint of confusion to his features, squinting over at you like he’s trying to figure out what he’s missing. It takes you winking, bringing your hands up to toy with the hem of your shirt before you continue. “You know, the incident at the mall? I do have Chief Jim Hopper, correct?” It’s almost comedic the way the situation hits him. Hopper’s nodding now, sitting back up in his seat and digging through the mess on his desk to fish out a pen and paper. You know, for your pretend statement.

“Of course, Ma’am. My apologies. Not quite sure how I could forget talking to a such a pretty girl like you this mornin’. Why don’t you come take a seat and we’ll talk about what you saw.”

You know you don’t have much time to waste. Surely the Chief will be needed somewhere before too long. You’re stepping into the room and taking a seat on the arm of the chair across from Hopper. His eyes are glued to you, the way you sit with your back arched so your ass sticks out a little further, the way your hands are running up and down your own thighs. “Thank you, Sir. You know, one of your Deputy’s out there offered to help me out. Said you could be a bit intense sometimes and that he’d be more gentle if I needed.”

His jaw tights up and he’s glaring past your shoulder, giving a pointed look towards the where the Deputy’s desk should be. “Really now? Interesting... And just what did you say back to him?”

“Oh, I told him I’d circle back before I left and let him know how I was treated in here.” You’re leaning towards Hopper, trying to hide your smile as you tease your boyfriend. You were having fun and you could see by the bulge twitching in his pants that he was too. Well, fun outside of the idea that you were flirting back with that dick. That little topic he won’t just be moving past. “You know, between you and me I gave his bicep a little squeeze. It’s quite a strong team you have here, Chief.”

Hopper’s scoffing now, pushing himself back from his desk. That was the final straw “Not sure if you’ve heard, but flirting with a member of Hawkin’s Police is actually a crime. If you’ll stand up for me, I’m gonna have to put you under arrest today.”

You’re feigning a gasp now, eyes going as innocent and wide as you possible can. “Chief, please. It was an honest mistake.” Hopper’s steps are heavy as he comes around the desk. He’s grabbing a blanket off the couch to toss over the side of his desk and you feel yourself tighten up over the thought of what’s to come. You’re speaking over the sound of him grabbing the handcuffs off his belt now. “I promise I’ll never flirt with another member of Hawkin’s finest. Never.”

Hopper’s holding up a hand to silence you. His other hand is dragging you off the chair and into his broad chest. You’re looking up at him and for a moment, just a moment, the act drops. You’re giving him this little smile that seems to be preserved just for Hopper to see. No one else is ever able to coax it out of you. His left hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing across your face. Then there it is - A smile from your Hopper that you’re convinced is just for you too.

Both of his hands move to slide down your arms, coming to a stop at your wrists. You were so caught up on his hand on your cheek that you didn’t realize the handcuffs were already in his right hand. Hopper’s turning you around now, gripping both of your wrists with his left hand and flicking open one of the hand cuffs with his right. “You have the right to remain silent, Miss. Anything you say can and will be used against you.”

Cold metal of the handcuffs clasp shut around both of your wrists now. You feel one of Hopper’s hands slide up your back until it rests between your shoulder blades. He’s gently pushing you forward until you’re bent over his desk. “Officer, please. Surely there’s something we can work out, right?”

Hopper’s laughing behind you now, his hand moving from your back to begin patting down your legs. “The law is the law. You shoulda thought about this before entertaining my Deputy. Flirting with other men while you’ve got a boyfriend who’s hard at work? Well, I think that deserves a punishment.”

He’s patting up your left thigh now. “Just gotta check you for weapons. Anything I should know about?” Hopper’s hand comes between your thighs now without warning. You let out a gasp, instantly rocking your hips back against the touch. “Nothing on me will hurt you, Sir.”

The hand between your thighs flattens out, his fingers firmly rubbing your jeans up against your pussy. “Jesus Christ… - What do we have going on here, hmm? Feels like I need to investigate a bit further.” He’s reaching around your body, hands fumbling for a moment as he tries to get your jeans unbuttoned. It’s an odd angle, alright? You’re arching your hips to the side for better access and within seconds your pants are undone and around your ankles. Hopper watches as you move your hips in circles now, trying to move your body so the pressure can apply just right to your clit. You’re putting yourself in a daze and don’t register that he’s making this cocky little scoff before jerking your underwear down in one swift motion. “Look how pathetic you are... Moving around for something to fuck and-” His hand’s cupping your pussy, moving his pointer finger and middle through your folds and pressing down on your clit. “- soaked. Is this from my Deputy giving you attention?”

You know what answer he’s looking for. “No, Sir. All for you... You looked so handsome sitting behind your desk. I couldn’t help myself.” The reward for saying what Hopper needed to hear? His thick finger sliding into your hole. Your hips buck against him, feeling relief but not enough. “That’s what I thought, Honey.”

Hopper knows you. There’s a second finger pressing into you, his motions changing between a scissoring motion and the come here motion. “Gonna have to check you out a little deeper.” You hear his belt buckle hit the ground behind you, slightly jumping at the sudden sound. His right hand is still prepping your pussy for him, his left hand spreads for ass cheek for him to get a better look.

He watches as you rock yourself on his fingers, growing hard as he sees how slick you’re getting him. You peek back just in time to catch the sight of Hopper pulling himself out of the flap in his boxers, taking his hand out of your pussy before wrapping his wet hand around his cock. Getting himself ready to take care of you.

You forget to look away and Hopper’s catching your eyes on him. He’s winking at you, watching your face carefully before shoving his whole length into you in one swift motion.

“Don’t make a sound. They can’t know you’re in here getting fucked like the little whore you are.” Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip, broken moans falling almost silent as they get trapped in your mouth. All you can hear is the wet sound of Hopper’s cock disappearing into you, his similarly muffled grunts, and a phone ringing outside the door.

Hopper’s thrusts are firm. All the way out, all the way back in. Just these strong, harsh movements. It’s more for his pleasure at the moment. Your boyfriend using your pussy.

“You think it’s fucking funny to flirt with my Deputy? Hmm? Make him think he has what it takes to treat this cunt like it needs?” Blame it on the desk, the cold metal of the handcuffs, or the sounds of people rustling around in the other room, but whatever it is has you feeling more bold than normal. Hopper’s fully wrecking you, probably the best sex you’ve had so far. So you’re not sure what comes over you when you drop a simple, “I don’t think you have what it needs either, Sir.”

Hopper’s hips lose their intensity and you can hear him scoff behind you. He’s sliding out of your pussy nearly all the way, just the tip of his cock left inside of you. You’re left clenching around almost nothing, both of you feeling how much you need to have him all the way back inside. “Apologize. Now. Tell me why I shouldn’t buckle up my pants and send you home.”

Every ounce of boldness is gone. Every ounce. You’re once again just a whimpering mess, trying desperately to rock yourself back onto his length. “Please, Chief. Please.” He’s giving you nothing more than this deep chuckle, sliding out of your pussy fully and holding his dick with one hand and the other rubbing your shoulder. Just a small touch to keep you both grounded. “For someone who loves to be such a little cock slut, you’re real bad at following directions.” You feel the tip of his cock slide between your folds, just ghosting over your empty hole. “Didn’t I tell you to apologize? Tell me how much you need this…. Or maybe I do need to go get that pathetic Deputy and bring him in here. You really think he can do a better job? You think he won’t just cream his pants the second he walks in here? Look at you. Your greedy pussy dripping on my desk and you really wanna pretend anyone else could take care of you?”

That was it. He knew he had you. Just stuck desperately rocking your hips back against the air, tears threatening to spill over out of frustration. That man fully owned you mind, body, soul. “I’m sorry, Hopper. I’m so, so fucking sorry. Only you can take care of me and I know that. I only ever want you. All the fucking time - you’re all that I want. I’m so sorry. Please, please, please take care of me.” Hopper’s ego swells in that moment. Without warning, his length shoves all the way back into you in one swoop. The whole building would have heard you scream out if it weren’t for his hand clamping tightly over your mouth while he starts fucking into you. The tears you were trying to hold back spill over as you desperately moan into Hopper’s hand. In that moment, you’re fully his.

“I got you, Princess. I’m gonna take care of you.” And he does. He graces your body by continuing to destroy it. His thrusts are still intense but there’s more of a rocking motion now. The sound of his hips meeting yours is overpowering the sounds outside his office. Hopper’s free hand is sliding down your back, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. “Show me how thankful you are and come around my cock, Baby. Be a good girl, I wanna feel you.”

Hopper’s hand is sliding down from your mouth to clamp around your neck. That familiar knot is building in your stomach and quick. “So close. I’m so close for you, Hop. Thank you, thank you. Oh please, oh please-“ A mixture of begging and praises falling from your lips. At the last second you turn your head, biting down on Hopper’s forearm to keep yourself from scream out. He’ll have a mark, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. It’s an even trade.

He fucks you through your orgasm, using your oversensitive pussy to get himself right to the edge. Fully focused now on nothing but his own pleasure. There’s a loud grunt being ripped from your boyfriend as you lick over the skin you just bit down on, doing your best to rock your hips in time with him. “Please fill me, Hop. I was such a good girl for you, wasn’t I? Don’t I deserved to be filled with cum?”

That’s all it took for Hopper to grab your hips, pushing his length all the way in against your cervix and releasing his load. You feel the warmth, your pussy pressing down around his length as he dumps into you. “So good to me, Hop.” It’s all you’ve got left to give him.

You’re both recovering, letting each other come down from the high as you take a mental inventory of where you’re at. Wrists are bruised from the handcuffs, mascara running down your face, pussy filled up with Hopper’s cum, and your legs shaking. You’re feeling a tad lightheaded from just how passionate it was. Hopper’s staying buried inside of you even while he softens up, reaching across the desk to grab the handcuff keys. He unclasps each one from your wrist, gently grabbing your hands in his to examine them. “Wasn’t too much, was it? You kinda…. I got pretty caught up in you.”

As much as you want to respond to him, your body still hasn’t fully bounced back. Instead he gives you a second of silence before sliding out of you, both of you making a small noise of disappointment. Hopper’s turning you around now, gently wrapping you up in his arms and directing you so your butt’s once again resting on the arm of his chair. “You gotta give me a lil something, Sweets.”

Hopper smells like cigarette smoke, sweat, and just the oddest hint of white cedar from the new laundry detergent you got him. You’re taking a long, deep inhale to help reground your body. “So good, Chief. Don’t know if I gave you enough of a description to help with the case though.” There’s a rumble of laughter filling the room, his chest vibrating against your cheek. “Damn, guess they’re getting away with it this time.”

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You stay in Hopper’s office for another twenty minutes or so. Both of you getting cleaned back up and then your boyfriend lets you lay against his chest on the loveseat in the corner of his office. You only leave when he finally gets a call on his radio.

Just know as you exit onto the main floor, the Deputy refuses to make eye contact with you. As you pass right by him, Hopper’s hand comes up quick behind you to deliver a firm swat to your ass.

Looks like you’re not keeping things under wraps anymore.

#jim hopper #chief hopper #chief jim hopper #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x y/n #chief hopper x you #chief hopper x y/n #chief hopper smut #stranger things smut

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Last but not least:

My Rook Hunt rant!

(Long have I been trying to avoid it because, oh boy. This man gives me so little to accept as Canon and so much to speculate.)

Book 5/6 mentions

Rook is such fascinating character. Both in his actions, his design, habits, his mind - Everything. No doubt he's rather odd the way he is, this peculiar little guy with a mind as unique as the spring flower and as mysterious as the universe. Yet, there have been certainly some aspects in game where you can see his distinctive personality and that he's far beyond Savanaclaws natural enemy and #2 Neige Fanboy (reference intended).

For one, I really like to speak a particular moment in-game that has many Neige-"disliker", Rook Fans and Vil Enjoyer on edge:

And everyone be like "Don't let Vil hear", "Vil's not gonna be happy about that one", "Vil about to overblot for a second time" and so on. But there's just so much wrong with it. Because the literal four sentences after that one were:

"But it wasn't Neige himself who moved me. It was all the elements of the show combined that made him shine. There was the music, costumes, and overall design, of course. And the wizard and other cast, members were spectacular-- especially the villains."

Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't Vil the Villain in the show? It would've been perfect crumbs for the RookVil shippers but all they see is "omg, Rook fanboys about Neige." And there's another thing that people deeply seem to hate about Rook:

"He made Vil overblot because he betrayed him!"

He did not. It's not even because I like Rook and justify his actions, it's plain and simply wrong. Rook "betrayed" Vil and NRC sure (although I already gave my opinion about that topic here) but Rook has *not* caused Vils overblot. The story is quite simple: Vil tries to poison Neige -> He gets stopped -> Overblots -> They all perform -> Rook votes for RSA. The End. End of story. No discussion needed. I'm sorry if you can't comprehend the story line but I am not going to discuss over such simple period of time that happened in the matter of a few chapters.

But I'll get to Rooks special love for Neige and Vil later. First I'd like to talk about the eccentric Hunter himself but oh boy, where do I even start? There's so much to unpack, yet there is barely anything to work with.

(I'd like to mention at this point that I find it extremely hilarious that we get the most Rook/Pomefiore lore not in the Book of Pomefiore but literally a Book later during their break in into the Island of Woe and during the Escape out of Tartarus. Like alright, you had your Book but casually Loredrop on us because why the fuck not. We're all about to get royally fucked every turn but you go girl.)

The first time we get to meet Rook is during Book 2 where MC and the Heartslabyul gang tries to protect potential victims of the mysterious destruction. When do we get to see him again? I don't even remember, he just shows up, fucks around and disappears like hepatitis. I think outside of Book 5 and Book 6, the only *real* sight of Rook is in events or Vignettes which mainly imply him bothering the hell out of whoever has his current attention.

We've got Leona being watched by a blushing Rook in Rooks Labcoat Vignette, Malleus who throws an object with insane speed almost directly into his face because Rook was a little too interested in Lilia in his Sports Uniform Vignette, his Ceremonial Robes Vignette was basically him wanting to take a shower in Octavinelle and forcing Floyd to come with him (one of the funniest interactions if you ask me). These are the only cards I own and I'm rather slacking off when it comes to keeping up with all Vignettes and Events, so the only one I can talk about is his Culinary Crucible Vignette where he was pretty much his blushing self while watching Cater doing his thing (Poor Chef who thought Rook was just extremely excited to cook).

All these interactions seemed rather silly to me - Until I watched/read Rooks Halloween Vignette where he talks a little about his childhood: He was a child who struggled greatly to express himself. That was, until his parents took him to watch the fateful Play that was previously mentioned in the screenshot I've shown. That day, he became the person we see now: The dramatic and overly expressive Rook, that could be the prime example of a theater kid.

If we keep this in mind, his actions suddenly make sense: Theater is build on dramatics, exaggeration and poetry. If you struggle to express yourself but learn from something as expressive as acting, it's only natural that you're becoming this overwhelming expressive being we see in Rook. So I personally believe that he has no ill intention when being himself. In fact I believe it's the only way he can express himself and he's mildly smart it about it as well:

He knows that his extroverted nature is overwhelming to introverts such as Leona (for example), so he keeps his distance. Yet, he can't help but admire the beastman for the person he is - So in order to not overwhelm him, he watches from afar. This, on another note, leads to him having this "stalker" being. Though he keeps pushing his luck by ignoring any kind of boundary being put up by anyone (no matter if it's Leona, Ruggie or even Floyd who, in the end, just accepted his fate).

I also believe that him being naturally rather incapable of expressing himself is one part of why we know so little about him. Another part is - in my opinion - that he's purposely hiding. Not in the literal sense but in the way Cater hides himself. Rook is a prime example of "pretending to be overly opened up but in reality it's a facade to hide your real being" (I can promise you, it's an actual psychological thing. I just can't remember the name rn and I'm too lazy to Google it). You'd look at Rook and believe you know everything about him but you barely know how many siblings he has or if his parents are still alive. In fact, the only thing we know is that he has a large (and extremely wealthy) family that is big enough that they barely manage to see each other.

This is where I come to another point: It's a common belief that the Tweels are a Mafia family but I don't think I've ever seen anyone say the same thing about Rook, yet it would make sense. He's a hunter, he knows how to kill (and I don't doubt he did it too), he survived in the most absurd situations in the wild, his observation skills are almost inhumane and his family is much a secret as the pictures behind his wallpaper. I know we, as a fandom, joke about it but has anyone genuinely considered that Rook may or may not have a criminal family? It would certainly explain why he has the vibe of a rough guy yet the behavior of Royalty - Sure, it may also be because he's part of Pomefiore but realistically speaking: You can't tell me that he "fixed" habits he gained during his whole life growing up, then one Model (which is obvious Vil) comes across and suddenly he's the little petite guy. There had to be at least a base growing up that Vil just intensified.

I currently feel like I'm missing half of fhe things I want to say about him, fuck my life.

Ah, there is one thing I'd also like to talk about that people either misinterpret, mischaracterize or ignore: His relationship with Epel. Many view Rook as nothing but Vils little Lap dog, the Chihuahua in his purse if you will - While I can understand that, there's more to him and it's especially showing when Rook is talking with Epel. If Rook would be truly as loyal as Vil would hope him to be, he wouldn't be as nice to Epel as he is. Not only in Book 6 (which is undoubtedly one of the biggest "supportive step dad" moments), we can find Rook multiple times trying to help out dear Farmerboy to adapt to the fancy life in Pomefiore by giving him educated tips and hints without judging him (One specific moment I have in mind is Epels Ceremonial Robes Vignette where Epel struggled to handle the fancy way of eating that was wanted in Pomefiore - Instead of judging Epel like the other pretty boys do, Rook actually tries to help him out). Just had to add this because it's such subtle hint on his nature yet it's such a sweet way.

I feel like I've been missing a few things right now but they won't come to mind, so it is what it is. Since I killed the limit, the HCs are here.

#twisted wonderland #twst #rook hunt #🥀 twst

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rocketrouquine · 6 months

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So I watched the 2 last episodes of Loki (including the finale) and well I have thoughts.

All in all, except for the beginning and the last two episodes, I really thought it was not as good as the first one. (Probably because Majors as Timely was excruciating, I hate when actors are trying stuff like this, it feels forced, it doesn’t work, I wanted to punch him every time he was opening his mouth) BUT …lokius. Yeah let’s talk about it.

It’s crazy to me how in the first season I was all for sylki because I thought their relationship and feelings were really well done and realised (whereas I saw what the mobius shippers saw but thought that it wasn’t really there there) BUT in the second season, I felt absolutely nothing between Loki and Sylvie. There was no more chemistry at all (it was like it never existed in the first place, it was bizarre) and even the actress playing Sylvie played it like a sibling or a good friend kind of fed up, just want to be left alone, not missing him for a second. And Loki pining for her but like a nerd is pining for a cheerleader in a bad teen movie (like boy, you’re not obligated to love her, you know), like you don’t even understand why except for the fact that it was here (emphasis on the was)

NOW Mobius and Loki in the second season ??? BAM 💥 Like sheesh everything : chemistry, banter, touch, exchanged looks,protectiveness, an ease like they are really soulmates. You could feel it all in every single one of their exchanges, it really was like watching a romcom where the protagonist fails to see what is in front of him and I was getting frustrated each time he was going all misty eyes for her, I was like « come on man let her go, we don’t fucking care about her anymore !! » Then, the finale…. The scene with Loki coming to see Don at his place with all the tension of a « is he here for this or ? What should I do? » gay panic, with Loki fucking putting his hair back and taking a breath before going to see him, like WHAT ?! That’s not what a friend does before seeing one other !!! You know what you are doing, so commit for fuck’s sake. But well… then they did (sort of) with the end of the finale. And it gutted me.

The moment with Sylvie and Mobius looking at him through the window… we know you put her there because it would have been impossible to brush it off if it was just Mobius juxtaposed with Loki’s « for you » but we know. I mean the last exchange with Sylvie at Don’s place before Mobius is saying « let time pass » (gu-tted I tell you). You can see that Sylvie is like « whatever » and Mobius is devastated. Also the shot of him in the dialogue was just all Loki’s colors green and yellow (hers was in a normal sunlight, his backlit) That is not an accident, to have these colors you have to plan it the day of the shoot and enhance it in color grading during post. This was a choice.

Anyway, I am not a sylki shipper anymore (and I even question why I ever was, after seeing the second season : I’ll probably cut myself some slack if I do a rewatch of season 1 because it was well executed at the time) and I’m diving in the pits of despair of Lokius. These fuckers.

#Loki #lokius #loki finale spoilers #loki season 2 #loki x mobius #loki x sylvie #sylki #i changed ship and I have zero regret #why won’t you let them be happy #come on there is some room on this throne no?#on his laps there is room #wgaf about your sons where there is a god to pass the time with #fuck you Kevin and Sean go find your mom or something #loki meta #loki finale #a lot of thoughts

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olderthannetfic · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/740550153935667200/httpswwwtumblrcomolderthannetfic740123102285

Yeah, there’s been a lot of wank in DS9 fandom lately about why the fandom likes Bashir so much more than Sisko that tends to blame colorism or that Sisko’s Black identity is much more a part of his character while Bashir doesn’t have strong ties to any non white culture. ….And maybe that’s PART of it, but I think the much bigger part of it is that Bashir is presented as a type of character that female fic-writing shipping fandom goes nuts for and Sisko is not. Bashir is a socially awkward overenthusiastic arrogant nerd who has a ton of homoerotic subtext with multiple other male characters and whose canon het relationships in the show are fleeting and half-assed. Sisko is older and a devoted dad and Responsible Adult who has a long-lasting, well-developed and generally well-liked canon het relationship for over half the show’s run. I think if you had the Bashir character played by a Black man who is very in touch with his Black identity and the Sisko one played by a half-English half-Arab actor who is presented as very culturally Brit, the fandom reaction would still favor the former. (In fact, TNG has something of that type of character played by a black man in the form of Geordi and the nerdy girl shipper fandom also loves him and shipping him with Data, so….)

The analysis also ignores that other kinds of fandom exist, namely the cis dude parts of it, and they tend to favor Sisko over Bashir by a wide margin; in fact Sisko is one of the most popular and Bashir one of the least popular DS9 characters in those corners. And Bashir and Alexander Siddig himself have always had a very heavily female following (to the point of being the original name for TVTropes’ page on female-dominated fandoms), even though it is obviously not just women who watch DS9. During the lockdown in 2020, Siddig was doing these Zoom meetings where he met with fans and I went to a couple of them and was briefly in the unofficial Discord for it, and it was almost entirely women + AFAB trans and non binary people. Barely any cis dudes.

It’s weird how many analyses of fandom, even very serious academic ones (like what that paper the previous ask mentioned sounds like), don’t seem to factor in the obvious factors first, the basic nature of how different kinds of fandom work, *before* concluding it must be racism or some other kind of bigotry above all else.

Also, to the extent that Bashir ever went near ladies, it was like... Dax in the pilot or something, and I remember watching that when it premiered and going "Ooh". Even his het options were more fanficbait-y than anything Sisko ever did.

It's not an accident those papers are like that. Cut them no slack.

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megahorous · 27 days

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This time, I re-played Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney: Justice For All! Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney, was in it

-- Pearl was in it too; what a tumultuous series of events for a child to witness. She seems to be a Phoenix/Maya shipper, but they're actually friends/colleagues. And her hair is a pretzel

-- Phoenix Wright can't go anywhere without someone ending up dead. He should be like "Geez..!"

-- Psyche Locks are introduced, upping the challenge a bit I think. Why do these guys have to play games with me? I'm trying to solve MYSTERIES. Cut me some slack

-- They should say to Moe "who's this CLOWN?!" I see that that one's pretty unpopular. Yeah, I liked Turnabout Samurai better

-- Wendy Oldbag vs. Foghorn Leghorn

-- Adrian's pretty cute, wears glasses and is in jail. But hopefully will be out by 3

-- Poor Maya, she got kidnapped! How exciting. She just can't stay out of trouble. I wonder if she could've drank that [wine?] assuming they were full. Maybe she could've hit Shelly with a bottle [Max Galactica moment] and escaped, but we must assume he'd've considered that

-- KITTY. Wait, "Shoe"? After Shu Takumi?!

-- The last case is a bit of a marathon. And I almost forgot about Franziska until she came back! You know, if prosecutin' doesn't work out for her, she could always switch to hunting Vampires

#Phoenix Wright #Ace Attorney #Justice For All #Ace Attorney Trilogy #Maya Fey #Pearl Fey #Miles Edgeworth #Franziska von Karma

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dragon-in-the-woods · 6 months

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Tips for regressors/dreamers with religious trauma, as the holiday season comes up. And tips for regressors/dreamers with seasonal depression.

(DNI: Pro/com shippers/anti antis, and/or if you sexualize regression in any capacity.)

SFW only, under the cut for space.

First and foremost, "christmas" is an entirely stolen holiday. Most of it is stolen from Yule, a Norse holiday, but other elements come from Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, and other winter holidays. So don't feel bad about not celebrating! Now, for tips:

-If the ideas about Santa Claus cause any anxiety, write a letter to Odin instead! Odin (Norse mythology) was the original Santa, before christians stole the holiday. He's very kind and fatherly, and he won't be offended, so don't worry about making any "mistakes" in your letter.

-In the same category, leave cookies and milk for Odin instead. They're a great offering for most other deities as well, for any pagan regressors.

-Make new associations with "christmas" items. Cinnamon, oranges, mistletoe, pine trees, etc are all associations with Yule. The items were to bring joy and abundance during the dark and cold winter months.

-Warm drinks! Hot cocoa, tea, coffee, warm milk- find something you like and put it in your sippy cup. For littles without gear, the coffee lids used at most coffee shops are a good mimic- just wash and save the cups and lid for later.

-Listen to different music. I hate christmas music so if a store I go into is playing it, I'll pop in my earbuds while I shop. In the car, I choose a different radio station or use my own music.

-If you're required to do any holiday activities you don't want to do, imagine your caregiver F/O being there with you, also wanting to leave but having to stay. Maybe they're cracking jokes to make you laugh, or making fun of someone you don't like at the event to make you laugh.

Tips for seasonal depression:

-My therapist recommended this one! Do an activity sitting by a window where the sunlight is coming in. The warmth will help any cold in your body, and you'll get the Vitamin D from the sun, all while being inside and out of the cold.

-Keep moving your body. Stretches, exercises in one spot, and other things like that to stay indoors in the warmth. If you feel up to it, go outside and walk or jog.

-Healthy foods! With depression it's easy to slack on this, but at least try to make an effort. Meats are best for health and for energy levels. Fruits and veggies are getting expensive as the go out of season, so don't be afraid to get canned stuff if you can't afford fresh. My favorite veggie snack: canned green beans, either cooked on the stove with butter and salt, or if you're short on time, drained then microwaved on a plate with just salt.

-Imagine your caregiver F/O cuddling you as you rest. Imagine what nice and encouraging things they'd say. They love you and want you to feel better.

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rhmis-user-2020 · 6 months

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Things I must state before I get called out:

If you want to headcanon Varian or any other character as trans because it makes you feel closer to the character or not, then by all means do so. You’re valid and this is perfectly reasonable. But remember, Varian is voiced by a male actor who is Jeremy Jordan and he is a male since his pronouns are he/him and is a male character.

I may face slack for not sharing the trans Varian HC personally and only using it when it's necessary and just accepting him as a male character, but I’m in the mindset that we need more characters who were born male that do not conform to society's norms.

It’s incredibly important for boys/men to see that they can sew, cook, and clean without these activities being treated as if they are somehow emasculating. Getting rid of toxic gender stereotypes is the first step to a future where people can be accepted as equals.

Varian is bisexual which I give a pass, there are people who use the trans tag when all they really want to do is gender-swap the character to fit their smut preferences. Objectification is not representation. To be clear, I'm not saying all trans smut is like this. The type of storytelling I'm talking about is obvious to spot. You'll know it if/when you see it. Though hopefully you won't have to see it.

For Hugo, I am looking forward for him to be pansexual much like how Robin Hood from Robin Hood: Mischief in Sherwood is. Whilst Varian is bisexual for all honesty, as the prince does get headcanon as bisexual but he is mostly headcanon as gay.

Varian would interact with Nuru and Yong much more and develop a close friendship but he can have a complex and developed one with Hugo and soon grew to have a friendship to a lover dynamic.

As I stated, every Varigo shipper would have a different preference, but this is mine and you're free to add yours.

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raffe156 · 6 months

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Kyle an Tank shipper

I’d be ok with a silly Drabble, even if they are pranking the team! 😅

Ok here yah go! Don’t ever say I don’t do nothing for you 🤣

Just to be clear they aren’t a thing but who am I to yuck your yum anon 👌🏽

“Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever been this bored in my life…” you spun the chair round trying to kick Kyle with your boot, he was counting stock in the weapons locker, Price said you looked like you were up to no good so he assigned you armour check. You’d quickly got bored.

“Have you sorted out Soaps kit bag yet? I think he’s been stealing your wires yah know” Kyle didn’t look up. He knew you and soap robbed each others gear.

“Yeh…I know he has the prick…Kyle…so you ever think about us?” You scooted closer. He stopped mid count.

“What do you mean us?” His face was deadpan. You twirled a piece of your hair.

“Like in a romantic way?” You bit your lip, his face remained deadpan.

“I do actually, I’ve thought about it for awhile…even spoke to Price about it, asked him what he thinks I should do…I think about us all the time Tank…”

“You do? You did? What did Price say?” But before he answered you, he spun his cap backwards and moved in on you closing the gap. You let out a yip. Kyle burst out laughing

“Kyle!!! For fuck sake!” You pushed him back, he was still trying to kiss you, but with mock kissing noises his arms pulling you back in making you laugh as you struggled.

Just as he landed an overly sloppy kiss on your cheek the door burst open.

“You been taking my stuff….” Soap stood slack jawed in the doorway, his eyes flitting between the two of you, but before either of you could explain he was already running back down the hall.

“I’m telling Price!!” He shouted, as he ran right past Ghost.

“Telling Price what Johnny?!”

“Tank and Gaz!”

“Tank an Gaz what?”

“Tank and Gaz kissing in the stock room!”

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dojae-huh · 13 days

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i couldn't imagine my ask would spark this much discussion from other anons. And im not a jw shipper like that anon accused me, i've been here since sticker era. it's just like huh check the timeline, it's 50/50 now, i won't discuss about it until there's more info about it.

Anyway, i really like the way mischievous jh randomly (the vid was cut but still) said he didn't need a coffee truck (to support him during the filming of his drama) but his full face looked at dy with full of anticipation haha and doyoung looked at him like "??" but to our surprise, johnny said he's already ordered (a coffee truck) for jh (im not sure he's being serious or not). I wonder if dy will send one to jh soon.

Since you're busy and maybe you haven't watched all the content during dy solo yet, there are 2 little things i notice. 1 is when dy slipped and mentioned jh name instead of saying 'suggest' (재현 - 제안) https://twitter.com/panyeey/status/1782331563679846828?t=Q5Cw71Be-jnGvsCLub0Lxw&s=19 i think if other idols mentioned another members name by mistake like this, normally they would laugh it off and make a funny joke to ease the atmosphere, but dy looks panic right away, stutter and repeat the correct words 2 more times haha why you have to be so nervous bunny lol remind me of the time he did it once during sticker era too lol

the 2nd one is johnny is on a good terms with dy, with how he was being mentioned by dy a lot, the part of he's a drink mate along with mk hc dy could pay an important part of their friendship

Miscommunications happen. It is especially easy to be misunderstood on i-net, where we have only text as means of communication and language barrier/cultural differences. Everyone should simply keep it in mind and give their opponents and conversationists some slack, not get all defensive right away.

I haven't watched solo promotional and new 127 content yet. Only the MV and some performances on music shows, Dingo, etc.

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Funny. It happens, when a name is said every day many times, so misplacements of similar words happen.

28:13

The woman on the background left, and the cameraman in black changed to a manager with a phone, Jaehyun finished eating, so enough time was cut off.

Tae didn't react to Jae's words, he was focused on texting on the phone. Do was alarmed. Taeil was ready to see an episode of his romcom, Woo lifted his head to focus on the people talking and understand what's the new topic, Yuta was distracted by his own thoughts, Johnny answered instantly.

Which makes me think Johnny and Jae had been talking about his drama. Maybe the food truck Jae sent to the staff. Johnny reacted too quickly, he continued on the topic he was involved in.

Johnny said "Already ordered", by Korean rules there was no pronoun. It can be I/we/someone. However, seeing the conversation and reactions, it was Johnny who sent it. There was a short moment, when Jaehyun seriously asked "Really?" (his back of the head to the camera, focus on JN). What's interesting is that JN was talking to Doyoung about the truck, heh. Yes, I ordered a truck for your boyfriend. Even Yuta got confused and said his joke to the wrong person.

JN was serious, he talked about choosing and sending a picture. ANd editors highlighted him with "what a man" comment. I expect the truck will be reveiled later.

But back to Jaehyun-ie. Yes, he was super cute being so sly, hinting he wants a food truck again from Doyoung. It was Johnny saying he will send a food truck, but Jaehyun looked sideways at Do.

Do's expression sends me. Jaehyun just earned himself something, because Do's face screams he miscalculated/forgot and needs to correct the situation. Some big gift is on the way.

Lol, It's been how many years, and Jaehyun is not different from that time he was saying it's OK to not receive anything from Doyoung on his BD, that he didn't anticipate, ShowChamp PDnims' congratulations were enough.

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showtoonzfan · 1 year

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1. If the show was trying to make the point that Stolas and Blitz’s actions affect those around them negatively, you’d think the writing itself wouldn’t side with them while doing so and actually take the time to dive into the other side without being biased. Octavia was literally told to cut Stolas slack simply because he’s “trying”, Moxxie was given the “tough love” route, not even getting an apology but instead a toxic explanation of how Blitz is only rough on him because he’s trying to toughen him up, we have yet to see Verosika, someone who was hurt by Blitz and yet the show treats her like the antagonist and barley cares to focus more on her individually, Stella could have been someone who was affected by Stolas’s cheating like they set up in season 1, but instead is a one note evil bitch making him look like the one in the right, and I highly doubt Fizz or Barbie will stay mad at Blitz forever. The show sides with both of them constantly and I’m not even going to explain how Stolas is a sexual predator because you should already know why. It’s obvious unless you’re a Stolitz shipper who sees all of his harassment as “cute flirting”.

2. I don’t think y’all understand, but by making Stolas and Blitz sympathetic, having them innocent at birth, showing they’re traumatized and describing them as “sweet” while also wanting you to like them, root for them and side with them…….that’s making them good deep down and manipulating your audience into believing that they’re good people. And Blitz almost never has a reason behind his actions. I’ll give Stolas this, his terrible actions make sense because he’s unhappy, unsatisfied and stuck in marriage he doesn’t like, but Blitz just pushes people away and is an asshole because…..why? Because he hates himself? Because he’s lonely? Because he’s a dick??? He may be a 3 dimensional character, but that doesn’t automatically make his character good or make sense-

#and my criticism wasn’t even about this #it’s about how the writers are afriad to actually paint their characters as bad instead of excusing everything they do #I’m not going to argue #but ugh….some of these fans get on my nerves #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical

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c6jpg · 11 days

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okayyyyyy cyno story quest 2 brain dump

tldr; very good story quest aside from a few things near the end and slow ramp up i enjoyed it immensely 👍

the beginning was reaaaaaaaaally slow ig bc they wanted to set up the scenario but once it got going oh boy did it get going!!!!!! (positive)

nice seeing al haitham and kaveh having civil and productive conversations for once LMAOOO #married

also love that al haitham just. casually knows All the secrets

god there was so much power of friendship in the first half of this. we even got AL HAITHAM saying "don't forget to ask for help if you need it." AL HAITHAM. THE MAN WHO DOESN'T WANNA DO SHIT OUTSIDE OF HIS 9-5

like I know he cares but I just found that kinda funny fnbdjskfjdkks it felt a little forced especially with the scene with dehya/candace right after where candace basically said the same thing like they really want to drive home this "you can rely on your friends" thing

also was kinda like. why wouldn't candace at least come with us to aaru village come on

I really like sethos!! honestly he's more or less exactly how I expected him to be. his (chinese) VA did a fantastic job of switching between the playful/casual and super serious/somber tones

also i actually said "DAMN" out loud to this like DAMN sethos the boy is only 16 cut him some slack!!!!!!!!

i also really loved this shot of him for some reason. i can't tell if i love or am unnerved by his eyes though tbh they really do have that monster energy drink vibe to them ajflkadjsf

i was a little miffed that like. they just conveniently had cyno not really remember anything about the temple of silence from his childhood for plot/reveal convenience but whatever this game's writing has had worse offenders

curious if anything happens if you lose both of the duels with traveler/tighnari? i didn't try lol. i feel like the game would have to force you to win at least one?

i HATED that they played that one mondstadt challenge theme (make haste, partner) right before cyno and sethos' duel. like it COMPLETELY killed the vibe for me it didn't match at all the mood was way too serious for that (and at least use a sumeru track maybe???) i couldn't focus on them saying all their little determination monologues and stuff

the cutscene was fucking AWESOME though ough love love loved it they never miss with the action cutscenes ESPECIALLY when cyno is involved. literally every cutscene cyno has been in has been fucking amazing

felt a little bit of whiplash though when it suddenly went right into the huge lore dump from bamoun like okay fine yay lore but also talk about super forced??? i couldn't pay attention to it well because it felt so sudden

also really didn't like the entire conversation after being like "oh yeah bamoun and cyrus actually planned/anticipated for this to happen all along!!!" like. sigh. not everything needs to be some dude's grand scheme come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn but ig they need to make everyone a good guy on the same page at the end. how about just having people with different agendas/goals and leave it at that huh?? HUH?????

that funeral part would have been better to have the lore dump cutscene imo, like at that point i think sethos would have been very willing to share the history of the temple with everyone. but ig we as a viewer just got it all through bamoun's mind before he passed away

also lol. of course they had to somehow tie in tighnari's ancestral significance to cyno. i don't think its really necessary to make everything "fated" if you get what i mean let them be their own people in the present ya know but whatever i'm sure the shippers are going to run to hell and back with this one

also power of friendship coming back full circle cyno being like "obviously because you're my friend now sethos 🙄"

MADAME FARUZAN????????? that cameo was super random but I mean ig it is true she IS the desert exploration expert fhrhjsjdnsj

when cyno took us up to the top of the tree i was lowkey hoping for a nahida/wanderer cameo... alas just more power of friendship reminiscing. the very end with cyno and cyrus and shout out to lisa was cute though

in hindsight we got a lot of damn cameos in this story quest huh

wish the temple of silence had a map that place is HUGE but ig it's being treated like an inside area and those don't have maps. but it is awesome that it's actually a permanent area you can revisit, also love the detail that it doesn't appear on the big map (but does appear in mini map in corner)

so yeah some of the stuff at the ending docks off a bit for me but i give it like an 8.5/10 maybe idk i'm bad at rating things

#genshin spoilers #4.6 spoilers #cyno story quest spoilers #0.txt

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