Wayne Munson and Jim Hopper being old army buddies who knew each other before enlisting, reconnecting more when Wayne gets custody of Eddie. It's a slow process but eventually they start to realise their feelings for each other.
They are the dads of the party, the ones that any of the party or the older kids go to for advice over their own parents, at least for dad advice, Joyce still has the mom advice covered. But any of the kids know they can go to Hop and Wayne for any reason at all, no judgement, no questions asked.
It takes every one but Eddie a long time to know that the two adults are dating as they are not big PDA people. Eddie knew early as living in the same trailer as Wayne meant he was witness the the physical affection that they bestowed on each other behind the comfort of closed doors.
It wasn't until one particular date night that let the cat out of the bag. Wayne and Hop were at Hop's cabin for their favourite date night, take out, beers and a sports game, tonights was hockey night. El had seen this scene before Wayne and Hop having a 'guys night' as the other kids had called, when the party came piling in through the front door on the way to pick up El for a campaign. The scene that the kids stumble into is Wayne leaning into Hop's side while Hop's arm is draped around his shoulders. It was chaos, 5 young teens all realising that their resident dads were in fact not having a guys night but rather a date night. It was loud and rambunctious and bordering on ridiculous, it took Steve and Eddie walking in to get all the kids to calm down and back into the cars. Steve of course freaked out when they got to Joyce's there by letting the other older teens in on the not so secret secret.
In the end every one knowing about the two really only made their lives easier. It let way to more gentle and open affections. Soft touches when scooting by each other, shoulders bumping as they smoke together, sharing cigarettes without a care and yes more cuddles on the couch when Joyce deemed it family movie night.
Honestly the idea of Jim getting his back blown out by Michael and Duncan until he can’t walk for a week is what sustains me on the daily
So…I have had the thought for a while that Jim is open to experimentation, especially if he’s high. I have a MAJOR thing right now for Jim being pressed against the hood of his car, his pants around his ankles as one of the Bay Boys rocks into his ass. He loves the stretch and it feels so DAMN GOOD when he’s high, the pleasure lighting him up like a live wire, pushing back against the boy’s hips for more!
With Michael and Duncan though OMFG! You are a true artist! 😭😩
They aren’t gentle, they love being able to rip his ass apart and leave him all glossy eyed, his cock shining with a need to orgasm he’s never gonna get. Cum leaks out of Jim’s mouth as he stares up at his daddy’s, his ass ripped apart and winking at Duncan as the dom runs a hand over his freshly seeded hole, delivering one sharp spank so Jim closes up, Michael’s cum still warm inside.
Happy Pride Month, can you tell that I am getting frustrated with combing the internet for screenshots? Because that’s why I resorted to using the concept art. I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon, but if someone were to link me high-definition pictures of various Tales of Arcadia characters smiling I’d appreciate it and might make you a custom icon with said character.
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So I'm down for that Jim x Michael x Duncan fic, it got me going along with Jim getting fucked by one of the beach boys against the hood of his car... uuhhh when you're gonna write it? Tag me if you ever do 👀👀👀
Oh honey I have the BIGGEST surprise for you that has JUST been posted! 😩👀
I tagged you in it but if not check out - Together
Fuck i wanna wear a strap on and fuck jim in tight hole on his knees on a bitch during sunset
Fucking mood right here. Listening to the little keens he makes every time you thrust in and then out, sipping your fingers in his asshole and spreading his wrecked rim wide, the squish from your last load echoing across the beach as you spread his ass wide, ready to plunge back in.
saw you were doing pride requests, maybe trans and bi jim? anything with that would be really cool
His name hadn’t always been James Lake Junior and, admittedly, he’d chosen that specific name to feel connected, in a way. There was no Senior. Nor had their ever been. Senior was a myth, a fabrication to make it seem more obvious and normal that there would exist a James Junior. His father’s actual name Jim had long since purposefully forgotten. Why should he care about the man who hadn’t stayed long enough to bother to meet his son? Anyway, the point of Senior was to allow for no one to question the existence of Junior.
Jim’s birth name he’d never tell you. Only two people outside himself actually knew it now, since he’d switched schools (due to bullying) in seventh grade and cut off contact with everyone he knew before Arcadia High. Toby and his mom. Toby never brought it up. His mom had a few times, but apologized for each slip up. It became easier for her when they went about getting his name legally changed.
Someone finding out he was trans was an ever-present worry. One that fueled Jim’s anxiety more than anything. He knew what it was like to not be enough. To be considered other. Weird. Not real. He had never been enough for the kids at his old school. Could never quite pass enough. Not enough for them not to tease him, at least.
So, outside of Toby, Jim didn’t try to make friends at Arcadia High. If he kept to himself, it would keep him out of trouble. If no one notices you, no one can notice the odd little discrepancies here and there that inevitably pop up. Because sometimes Passing every waking moment of his life got exhausting and he just wanted to not bother for two freaking minutes, but it was always those two minutes that something happened or someone noticed.
The first person to get a clue was Eli Pepperjack, and then he just thought Jim was just gay, like he was. Jim had let Eli carry on his assumptions for a while (until he could determine whether the other boy was safe, or not). That situation didn’t turn out all that bad, with Eli promising not to out him to anyone, and regularly maintaining that promise.
Anyway, once you got past the assumptions based on his perceived skittishness, Eli was actually kind of a cool guy (if a bit paranoid at times) and a pretty decent first boyfriend. Even if his initial attempt at buying a binder for Jim as a gift hadn’t quite gone right. Eli was excellent at online shopping in general, but no so much finding the few good places for binders. It took him three tries and a little help for him to be successful.
They broke up a little after Jim found the Amulet, due to personal differences. Or the fact that Jim was perfectly willing to let Toby in on his new secret, but not Eli.
The next person to know (and the only person from school Jim had flat out told in confidence, back when he was a trusted teacher and advisor) was Strickler, who, despite his many, many, many other faults, never used it against him when they fought as Changeling and Trollhunter. Whether or not Strickler could dead name Jim was a question Jim didn’t honestly know the answer to. On the one hand, he’d been introduced in his history class as Jim. On the other, Strickler did have access to his academic records and since his name hadn’t legally changed until after the transfer to Arcadia High, there was the possibility that Strickler could know. A part of Jim, the part that still couldn’t hate the person who was once one of his favorite teachers, was grateful to Strickler for never going there.
The trolls were, by far, the best. To them, a human was a human. They didn’t concern themselves with learning the various differences between genders and never had. They knew Jim as Jim and that was it.
It was easiest, therefore, for Jim to be himself in Trollmarket. He didn’t have to constantly be on alert. At least not for someone rudely questioning him on his gender. For the trolls regularly trying to “test” his mettle by roughing him up or something along those lines? Yes. But that, Jim adjusted to, just as the trolls adjusted to him being their Trollhunter. The more time went on, the less they tried (unless it was in a practice sparring match).
The fact Jim was bisexual came out when he started seeing Claire. He hadn’t really talked about it openly before then, even though he’d known for a while (soon after Toby figured out he himself was pansexual actually). Trying to get people to accept one of his identities was hard enough as it was. Jim figured two was just about impossible. If the person wasn’t either Toby or his mom, who was also queer.
In any case, Jim only came out to Claire. It was sort of relieving when, soon after, she admitted she’d been questioning her own identity for a while (but hadn’t quite figured it out yet). She accepted him and his identity. All of it. She’d smiled at him and told him that’s what made him, well, him.
Jim’s first Pride felt weird to him. He was used to Not Talking About It unless he was safely alone with Claire or Tobes, so being in an open space with pride flags, colors, and swag all around made him feel vulnerable. Open. One hand twitched for the Amulet. To call forth Daylight to protect him. He held in the urge.
Toby wrapped an arm around his shoulders and asked if he was alright. They could leave if he wanted, no problemo. Claire, on his other side, grabbed his hand in her own and squeezed it reassuringly. They could cut down a nearby alley to get away, get home, and maybe watch a movie or something. All he had to do was say the word.
Jim took a deep breath. Looked all around. At the cheerful community all around them. Couples holding hands under rainbow flags. The blue, pink, and white of the trans flag being carried by a large cluster of participants in the parade. Same as a few massive bisexual flags being held high by another group close by.
It wasn’t a good feeling exactly in his chest. There was a still a lot he wasn’t sure of about. Especially when it came to being out in public. But right then, with the two he loved most by his side, it did feel better than normal. Sort of.
