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asoftepiloguemylove · 2 months
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WE SHOULD JUST KISS LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO
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diverging-tides · 3 months
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A fragment from the past can keep the spark of Hope alive
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thatlittlered · 2 years
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Unprofessional, To Say The Least | Jim Hopper
Summary: Jim accepts Flo’s proposal for a replacement as a last measure, but never once realizes quite what that entails.
Note: Pearlman is a placeholder surname.
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A few days go by, and there is an odd routine settling out of nowhere. You take El shopping on your day off with the excuse of her best fitting pants having been ruined, buy her ice cream and a glittery lip gloss you’re not too sure Hop would be happy to see. She’s beaming the whole time and you love it.
Jim is making dinner when you drop her off, not wearing an apron to your great disappointment, but still looking incredibly homely in his funnel. It’s sweet to see him like this.
He smiles at you a little longer than usual when he thanks you, but is too embarrassed at his cooking skills to invite you in. So you stay in the doorway for a few seconds, just looking at each other. This is the most unprofessional you’ve ever been.
“She really wanted a lip gloss and I got it for her, I hope that’s okay with you. I mean, I checked and it seemed age-appropriate.”
He has no idea what you just said.
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Shouldn’t have used your money, but it’s fine.”
Oh, lip-gloss. That’s the shiny stuff.
Is it age-appropriate?
Mike isn’t age-appropriate, yet here we are.
“No, it was so much fun, I loved it. So… I’ll see you Monday?” your lips tilt.
You must be wearing lip-gloss and he briefly wonders what it tastes like.
“Monday, yeah. Thank you again, this means a lot.”
“No problem, Chief.”
Your bodies stand close in the doorway, close enough that you could touch with a subtle move but every fantasy of that happening is shattered when you wave goodbye and move backwards, turning around to walk towards your car.
Things are very, very unprofessional.
Monday comes quickly through Sunday’s blur of watching TV on the couch and hearing Mike and El blasting music and giggling obnoxiously in the background. On Monday, he’s on time and you’re already there with a grin and hot coffee left on his desk, alongside a plastic container filled with cookies.
‘Chocolate chip, to share with El.’ written on a note with a smiley face next to it.
Around ten, you knock on his door and quickly enter when he says come in.
“Hey there, boss-man.”
“Come in, sweetheart, I'm just taking care of your paychecks.”
Sweetheart.
He says that a lot for a man who’s fighting tooth and nail to not make eye contact for long. He’s always looking somewhere else these days, close to your face, but not directly at you, like a nervous child who’s trying to be polite but not be caught staring.
“Oh, I should’ve snuck in some more cookies then.”
“I’m not really in charge of the numbers on the check, unfortunately, it’s the government that pays you.”
“That’s a shame, I would have upped my game with a homemade carbonara.”
He sighs, “Damn shame.”
“By the way, I don’t know if you’ve talked to my aunt recently, but she’s doing really great and the doctor says she could be back at work in two to three weeks.”
“Oh, yeah, she let me know,” you knew she did. He calls and checks up on her every couple of days. You just wanted to see his reaction, “We’ll be sad to see you go when she does.”
Silence ensues, mostly because neither of you know what to say.
You want to say you’ll miss them; miss him and his smile when you walk in his office. The way he calls you ‘sweetheart’ without making you uncomfortable like any other work creep and how he looks when you watch him smoke through the blinds of his office.
He wants to say he’ll be the saddest because he’s growing used to you and your cooking and your lovely office dresses that remind him you’re too young for him to ever really tell you this.
“Speaking of which, I looked into what you asked me, and I think I could put in a word with the mayor’s office. Larry’s trying to pump up his image with new hires and I think you’ve proven you’re a great secretary. How’s that sound?” this time he looks at you, straight into your eyes.
You might not have to miss him after all.
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blacksupremacy86 · 1 year
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Phase 1 - Replacing The CEO
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“I would like to introduce him”
“New Mayor”
“Thank you, Master Lawrence “
“Will you serve me?”
“I love you “
“How should I serve you”
“Make the speech “
“As you say”
“Exactly!”
“I can’t wait Master “
“My name is Andrew W Walker”
“I am your new Mayor”
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“Master Lawrence is”
“My God!”
“I own you “
“Sir Yes Sir”
“My love”
“Do you understand?”
“I am ready sir”
“Guide me babe”
“Focus on my life”
“Tell them how truthful you are”
“I will say whatever you want”
“Showcase everything for me”
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The End
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theindescribable1 · 8 months
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thetistaboveall · 8 months
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The Exhange
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“Lawrence! Please come here.” I hear a soft Australian sounding accent call me.
“Did you call?” I ask him in a sarcastic voice.
“I need you to help me get dressed.” Liam swears.
“You look nervous.” I suggest.
“I am a bit”
“I can tell Liam”
“Let me give you a massage “
“No! That’s not your job”
“Sit down and relax”
“Sure! Why not?”
“Close your eyes, embrace my touch and let it settle.”
“Digging deep into your skin”
“Feels so good”
“I am going to rub deeper “
“Yes push further “
“Yes”
“My hands are scraping it away”
“Every last worry “
“Relief”
“Ssshhhhuuuusssshhh”
“I am in charge now “
“Wait what?”
“SILENCE “
“Keep them closed “
“Focus on my voice”
“So much happier to focus on one thing “
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course…100 percent “
“Then take a deep breath “
“Perfect! You are entering SNL studio”
“No! I can’t”
“Stopping being scared “
“Now walk”
“Yes….ok”
“I will keep you safe “
“Go to the dressing room and get ready “
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His head begins to lighten up falling down
to his chest I rub his shoulder watching him swoon.
His cock grows a bit shooting up through his pants I can see he totally hard and I laugh a bit.
“You feel utter sweet relaxation”
“Your muscles shrink “
“You are not strong “
“Just a vessel “
“Let me handle you “
“Hand the reigns to me”
“I see you attempting to resist”
“This is not right “
“Why?”
“Because…”
“Too stupid to think “
“Yeah bitch “
“Give in to me”
“Lean your news back”
“This is cruise control “
“I can’t hold back “
“I assume your control “
“FUCk”
“Cum for me on command “
“STOP IT!”
“You are so close “
“Explode your free will to me”
“Relinquish your body to me”
“Hell no”
“Becareful”
“Face me”
“No”
“Look at me”
“I am your light and life “
“This is my will”
“Now CUM”
“Nnnnnooooooo!”
“CUM”
“Aaaahhhhhh”
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Closing my eyes my body begins to vibrate on a whole new level shining brightly it turns into pure unadulterated light shaping into a ball. I am fully transporting my soul, heart and mind into his own body.
“Sorry Liam this is my life now “
“Time to enslave a whole group of guys”
The end
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theowritesfiction · 2 years
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Wish we could have kept only the 'suave' Xander and ditch the loser part.
BTW, I 'love' how sites like buffy wiki refer to the 'suave' Xander as 'evil double'. WTF guys are you kidding me, EVIL?! Where did you see that?! In the way he treated Anya so much better than Xander normally does?! WTF is wrong with some people.
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buffyconfessions · 2 years
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 I was watching part of the Smallville episode Onyx and the premise was very familiar. Lex gets split into two parts where one’s good and one’s evil. It didn’t take me long to realize I’d heard that before because it happened to Xander in The Replacement five years earlier.
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swan2swan · 2 years
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OHHHH Anne, it’s your child!
Your child has returned!
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"smart appliances" fuck u i want them dumb as a brick and incidentally as sturdy and enduring
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genderkoolaid · 3 months
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i don't know what autistic person needs to hear this but they are not watching you. the entire world is not constantly waiting for you to do something weird and laugh at you behind your back. you do not need to constantly self-police whenever there's the slightest chance another person might see you. you have a right to be your autistic self in public spaces. stop fighting yourself for their sake.
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muirneach · 8 months
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fuck it this is about neil now
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yuribeam · 20 days
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for whoever needs to hear this:
starting HRT doesn't have to be a huge momentous all-or-nothing decision. you can just try it like you would an antidepressant you've been informed of the risks of.
there won't be any immediate irreversible changes overnight. you can always stop, change your dose, change your delivery system, decide it's not the right time. you can even microdose if you want to.
you don't have to tell anyone. you don't have to announce it if you don't want to.
stop waiting for a perfect time in your life because it won't come.
stop waiting to reach a mythical level of certainty that never comes to anyone, for anything.
you've been thinking about it long enough. if you have the opportunity, just give it a shot. you're worth the courage it takes to make a change in your life.
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thatlittlered · 2 years
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A Better Time Will Come | Jim Hopper
Summary: Jim accepts Flo’s proposal for a replacement as a last measure, but never once realizes quite what that entails.
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“So you’re staying?”
“Yeah, I guess, if everything goes according to plan.”
“So now the plan is to spend the rest of your life doing paperwork in the middle of nowhereapolis, huh?”
“I’ve always enjoyed office work, it’s calm.”
“You mean repetitive.”
“I like repetitive. I’m just really tired, things are nice here.”
“Again, I think you mean you like Mr. Chief of Police and his hot mustache. The one that’s middle aged and has a schoolchild, by the way. He’s stealing you from me.”
“First of all, I only mentioned his mustache once. Come on! Secondly, your points stand, but it’s not like anything is going to happen.”
“Even if he stops being your boss?”
“I-I’m done with this conversation actually, I have to check on dinner. Also, middle-aged sounds so bad, he doesn’t look or feel middle-aged.”
You know her well enough to know she’s smiling slyly over the phone, “And how does he feel?”
“I’m putting down the phone!”
“Fine, let me know when you find out!”
“Bye-bye, love you.”
“Bye-bye, you friend-abandoning slut. Love you too.”
You would be lying if you said you haven’t already thought about the parameters of all of this. His age, his status, the existence of El – however lovely she may be. Everything is complicated.
It’s not like you’re choosing to stay for Chief Hopper, but it’s an added benefit.
You just don’t know how to take advantage yet.
Jim notices a shift in your behavior. It’s your last week in the station and whilst he thought you would be sealing your exit with generous smiles and even more generous plates of food handed around. Instead, you’re mostly floating around, handling tasks and avoiding his office.
His eyes catch yours when you come in to pick up some papers and you smile, but it feels off. He thanks you gently, his gaze following you all the way back to your desk without your knowledge.
Five pm comes painfully slowly, and so does six and seven. You stay longer, as usual; there are always things to do and you don’t want to leave any loose ends, especially now that you’re leaving. When Jim finally hangs it up for the day, he is surprised to find out you left without saying goodbye.
The precinct is near empty, so it makes even less sense that you chose today of all days to break a month-long habit. Something is way off and he gets sickeningly worried when he finds your car still in the parking lot, parked further away than usual and hidden in darkness away from the streetlights.
A hand on his gun, he walks up to it slowly, only to find you still in it.
He calls out your name but you still don’t see him; music blasting in the car. His fist banging on your window finally gets your attention and scares you half to death. You roll down the window and invite him in, ‘Girls on Film’ now buzzing quietly in the background. His presence fills your tiny car while he settles in the passenger seat, his long legs barely fitting.
He looks so sweet.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”
“No, it’s fine. Sorry for scaring you.”
You give a half-smile, “Did you need something?”
He looks tired, sad almost, but you write it off as a hard day’s work and your rather uncomfortable current situation.
“No-no, I just got a little worried, that’s all. Is your car not running or something?”
“Nope, I’m just hanging around, listening to music.” your hand points to the cassette player and you finally pause the music, “My aunt sleeps a lot these days and I don’t want to bother her.”
Jim nods and runs a hand through his beard, scratching lightly. The air is unreasonably tense.
“Should’ve picked a safer spot, it’s too dark here.”
His concern makes you laugh for the first time this week.
“I’m outside the police station, that’s the safest place to be.”
He chuckles too; eyes meeting yours.
“And now you’re here as well. Feels pretty safe to me.” The man chokes on thin air.
His breathing is heavy and his voice lower than usual, “Right, I should leave you to it then.”
“You can stay. Unless El is waiting for you…”
“She’s at Joyce’s house.”
“Joyce?”
“Byers. Joyce Byers; the mother of one of her friends.”
“Right. Is she your friend?”
It is absolutely not your place to ask this and you suddenly shiver with shame, as if a schoolgirl caught in her crush. The thought of him judging you seems unbearable.
“I-I guess so. Guess I’m staying too.”
His fingers touch the carton of cigarettes poking out from his pocket, but he quickly retreats.
“It’s okay if you want to smoke. I don’t mind.”
He smiles and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it in one smooth movement. It is the epitome of charm, the death of restraints.
“You want to turn the music back on?”
You do so and the next song comes on. You pretend not to notice Jim stealing glances at you or the way his hand lies restless on his thigh, almost twitching. It is a sharp contrast to his other side that gracefully moves the cigarette to and back from his lips. So characteristic of Jim Hopper, you think, to teeter between borderline arrogance and timidity.
“Which song is that?”
“It’s the same group; I’m not sure about the name though. It’s pretty new; my friend made me the tape before I left. Do you want me to check the back?”
He smirks and if you didn’t trust him so much, you’d think he’s mocking you, “No, it’s fine.”
“You don’t like this type of music, do you?”
“I don’t dislike it. I just don’t know what kids listen to these days.”
“That makes you sound so old!”
You love how heartily you make him laugh.
“I am compared to you.”
“I’m not nearly young enough for you to say that.”
The laughing fades out, slow breaths taking over with a very unfitting beat in the background.
“You are not.” in all his insecurity, Jim still knows when he’s being flirted with, “This would be a very good time for me to kiss you.”
“But you won’t do it.”
He looks at you longingly, inhaling smoke to soothe what can’t be soothed. His leg is shaking, you can tell, as he glances at the last two cars driving away in the parking lot.
“No, I won’t.”
You gently reach over and touch his hand, silently telling him to hand you the cigarette. Your lips touch where his had been a moment before. You smell like him now.
“That’s alright, a better time will come.”
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thatrandomblogsays · 3 months
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theoldaeroplane · 7 months
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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
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