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Warning: Hot make-outs, smutty mentions, cute Bughead galore and just me fawning over the bae that is Cole Sprouse. 


“We have to go.” Kiss

“Hmm, in a second.” Kiss

“One day – kiss – we’ll get caught – kiss – and they’ll definitely expel us.” Hard Kiss.

“Oh, I’d love to see you, Betty Cooper – kiss – getting expelled over a steamy make out.” Bite.

Betty just let a breathless laugh, alternating the angle of her head and dropped her arms to his shoulders, crossing them by the wrists behind his head. Jughead’s smile grew more in delight against her lips and he dove in again, pecking her lips hard. They were in one of the dusty storage rooms of their high school, the smallest one and the one with no windows, exploring this new-found feeling of being in love and being a couple, mist old broken chairs and random school supplies. Betty was perched up on an unused desk that lay against the wall, dressed for her cheerleading practice in her usual white and yellow t-shirt and dark blue shorts, while her boyfriend was standing deliciously between her gorgeous legs, school bag, denim jacket and beanie abandoned somewhere on the floor, kissing her like there was no tomorrow for God knows how long now.

That was basically they daily routine. Ever since the two of them overcame their irrational fears of rejection and possible heartbreak and talked with each other about that kiss that held all of Jughead’s suppressed emotions all those years, they couldn’t overlook their mutual feeling of desiring to be together. Three weeks had passed since that day and, despite of the new challenges they were faced with every day, regarding their unconventional families and the amorality that seemed to emerge every once in a while of the core of their small town, the two teens were basking in the afterglow of their romance with affectionate gestures and heated make outs. The only cloud shading their Romeo and Juliet fairytale was that everything was being done in shadows, like a good, concealed secret.

They wanted to tell people; and they would do it. They weren’t afraid or ashamed, both emotions equally unfair to the wonderful union that it was them. They just wanted to do it in their own terms, without excited friends or controlling parents getting in their way, without having to explain themselves or put labels and boundaries in something that came and kept growing natural to them. So, janitor’s closets and storage rooms it was.

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Touch Me (M)

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

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Pairing: Fratboy Namjoon x Reader | College AU NSFW 18+
Count: 9152 words
Summary: You’re stressed and recovering from the pressure of exams when your friends dare you to sleep with awkward frat-boy Namjoon. They say he’s a dom in the sheets but all you see is a cluttered mess in the streets.

Namjoon is in your psychology class and he sits in the very middle of the lecture theatre, three seats left of yours. Sometimes you’d look up, prompt by a prickly sensation down your neck to catch the man, horn-rimmed glasses and chestnut disheveled hair staring straight at you, deep in thought.

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【TRANS】 Modelpress Interview with EXO-CBX

Q: You have made your first appearance in Japan as EXO-CBX. How was the performance?
Baekhyun: I think a lot of people other than our fans came today. We worked hard to show a cool appearance to both our fans and to those who saw us for the first time.

Q: What is the appeal point of EXO’s first subunit, EXO-CBX?
Baekhyun: EXO has had a lot of impressible performances, but EXO-CBX can deliver easily accessible music to people of all ages.

Q: What is the imitation concept point of ‘Ka-CHING!’?
Baekhyun: Firstly, a point of the MV is that it is highly entertaining. We also filled it with our message. The meaning is especially for those in their teens, saying that 'Money isn’t everything.’ The point [dance] of the performance is spending money at the chorus. The addictive quality of the phrase 'Ka-CHING!’ is memorable and the choreography can be easily imitated, so many people will be able to follow along!

Q: Were there any memorable moments during MV filming?
Chen: There have been a lot of MV filmings at sets until now, but for this MV, all the background was done by CG, so it was memorable to film in front of a green screen.
Xiumin: We just mentioned that we wanted to relay the message that 'Money isn’t everything’, but if you watch the MV, it looks as if we’re rich people’s kids…
Baekhyun: We were with Japanese backup dancers for the first time. The dancers had face paint on, but I hope everyone can enjoy our chemistry with the dancers.

Q: What fashion will you enjoy this summer?
Baekhyun: Summer is hot. So I want to use sandals as my main fashion. I handle hot weather well, so I want to show fashion that looks simple and cool.
Xiumin: I don’t expose much during summer, but I think fashion that looks refreshing would be good. For example, a style with a loose, see-through material shirt, or a T-shirt.
Chen: I like street fashion, so I hope a lot of people enjoy street fashion this summer.

Q: Out of the three of you, who is the most well-informed in fashion?
EXO-CBX: (Together) The three of us are alike.
Xiumin: Anyways, I don’t know that much about fashion!

Q: What kind of summer fashion do you recommend to ladies?
Baekhyun: For me, jeans with a yellow T-shirt. I think yellow T-shirts are cute, so I’d like it if they were worn. Wear the T-shirt down to the waist!
Xiumin: I like the color blue, so I’d like it if they wore light blue clothes.
Chen: For me, I like fashion with a long-sleeve T-shirt and jeans, with the shoes as the point.

Q: Please give some tips on achieving your dreams to modelpress readers.
Xiumin: I think you should not be afraid of achieving your dreams. If the dream can easily come true, I don’t think it’s actually a dream, so I hope you will continue trying for it even if you keep failing. I think maintaining this kind of attitude is the key to success.
Baekhyun: Knowing yourself is also a shortcut to success. Knowing what you are good at and knowing what you are bad at, and working on improving those good parts of yourself and not showing the parts you don’t have confidence in. If you can assess those things and work at your dream, I think you can arrive at your dream through this shortcut.
Chen: I think experience is the most valuable. So even if you fail, don’t become frustrated and think of what you have gained from that experience as precious. So as a result, you can make up for your shortcomings, and you will be able to approach your dream.

japanese to korean trans: @serenity_b2
korean to english trans: andie @ fychen ϟ please take out with full credit!

Supersunned: Part 1

A/N: That’s right I did it. Based on this post by @preciousthingsareprecious .

It is I, your friendly neighborhood fluff dealer~


In which Bruce invites Clark and his family over for a cookout.


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    Damian sat at his desk in his bedroom, hunched over his sketchbook. The soft sounds of his pencil scraping over the paper was the only thing to disturb the otherwise silent room. His drapes were closed, his door shut. He didn’t want anything to disturb him.


    It was the second day of ‘summer vacation’, which according to Dick and Tim was 'the most important part of the whole year, Dami, come on’.


    True, it was nice to not have a daily distraction from training and patrol, but otherwise Damian didn’t see the point of treating an extended break from school as a national holiday.


    His door opened suddenly, surprising him. His pencil shuddered on the page and messed up one of the lines he was so carefully laying down.


    “Damain! The Kents are here!” Dick announced, bright and much too loud. He was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only a pair of swim trunks, dark with streaks of bright blue.


    “I know.” Damian grunted, grabbing his eraser and carefully rubbing at the incorrect line.

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When Trini's family is too much Kim makes her coffe and brings her doughnuts

Lazy proofing, y’all should be used to my grammatical errors by now, anyway, I hope this suffices your donut and trimberly needs

Kim knew all about Trini’s bad days. She knew all about Trini’s home life. She knew about her coming out, how her parents brushed it to the side, how they said she’d marry a nice man when she was older, how her sexuality was a phase, she’d grow up eventually. Kimberly knew about her over protective mother, who would say things and do things to drive Trini away. Those were the days Trini wouldn’t come home, she’d spend time at Zack’s trailer, helping take care of his mother and take care of him, she’d ditch school, do tai chi or yoga above the space ship, on the cliff’s face. Today was one of those days.

First Trini didn’t show up for school, that was the first tell. She wasn’t in bio, one of the only classes they had together, one of the classes Kim looked forward to most of the day. Kim knew she had a crush on Trini, which was not helpful. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed and sad that Trini wasn’t in bio, or that she wasn’t in school at all. The day dragged along, a pit growing in Kimberly’s stomach, which she avoided, her little crush wasn’t going to get in the way of school, no matter how sad or slightly betrayed she felt about Trini not showing up.

The second tell was Trini not replying to Kim’s texts. The girls texted back and forth often, and very rarely did one of them not text back. The pit in Kimberly’s stomach grew a little, was Trini mad at her? Did she say something to put her off? Maybe Trini realized what a horrible person Kim was and decided not to deal with her outside of being a ranger. Kim tried remembering if there was anything she had said, but she fell short. Maybe Trini had realized how horrible she was and started ignoring her, she wouldn’t be the first. Kim went on the rest of the day feeling guilty and pitiful for herself, but there was some worry beginning to bubble in her stomach.

The third and final tell, which put everything into place, was when Kim called Zack, asking if he had seen Trini at all. Whenever Trini was having an off day, a day fighting with her parents, or a day were she just needed an escape, she’d go to Zack’s trailer, or hike the cliff faces, but she wouldn’t ever leave without dropping by to see Zack, who spent most of his time at the abandoned trains. So when she called Zack, his response is what caused the seed of worry in her stomach to grow.

“I saw her climbing the cliff faces today, but she looked different, she didn’t look sad, she just looked lost, afraid, confused almost. She didn’t say anything to me, I don’t even think she knew I was there. I’m worried Kim, that isn’t like her.” Zack said, Zack Taylor, the embodiment of the 100 emoji, his voice trembling with worry. Kim knew she had to see Trini, she had to know she was okay, she knew she had to make her feel better, she wanted to at least comfort her.

That night, Kim bought a pack of powdered donuts from krispy kreme, and poured hot chocolate into a thermos, and drove to Trini’s house, making sure not to alert Trini’s parents, Kim took the donuts and hot chocolate, and climbed up to Trini’s bedroom window. She could see Trini lying on her bed, clad in black sweatpants and a yellow t-shirt, typical. Trini’s eyes were open, and she was staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. Kimberly lightly knocked on the window, trying her best not to alert Trini’s parents. Trini’s head snapped to the window, visibly startled, but her expression softened quickly once she realizes it was only Kimberly. Kimberly could see the smallest smile on Trini’s face, just thinking about how her presence made Trini soften and smile, made Kimberly’s heart swell twice its size. Trini slowly got off her bed and opened the window, immediately asking.

“What are you doing here?” Her face is throughly perplexed but her eyes land on the donuts and hot chocolate and something flashes in her eyes, something similar to astonishment. It is gone as soon as it appears, but Kimberly finds herself still staring at her warm brown eyes, and the small smile playing on her lips, which look so soft and welcoming, Kimberly could feel her body moving closer, but she stops herself when she realizes she had been staring without saying anything.

“Hey um I..uh..I brought donuts.” Kimberly manages to say, her voice stuttering. Trini’s eyes widen as she lets Kimberly in. Kimberly knows not to ask about what happened during the day, she knew not to press, knowing that Trini would wall up and retreat into her shell, so Kimberly just gave her the hot chocolate as they ate the powdered donuts, laughing softly, putting powder on the others faces. Kimberly just stared at Trini, the powder sprayed across her warm brown skin, her dark brown locks curled around her small face, and Kimberly could think of nothing else besides kissing off the powder smeared across her face and lips, but that could wait, that could wait for another day, so she just stared and ate donuts, both of the girls in their own bliss, as the night faded away.

Title: Queen of Hearts
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Cheryl Blossom x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,400
Warnings: None
Notes: This is a result of me lamenting on the fact that Cheryl really deserves someone who loves and appreciates her.

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Prior to falling in love with the captain of the River Vixens, you had absolutely no interest in cheerleading. You thought it was one of the stupidest ‘sports’ in existence, and it was nothing more than a social construct to allow pretty, popular girls to assert their dominance over their school. It was most certainly still that, but after accompanying Cheryl to practice every day for two weeks while her car was in the shop, you realized it was of much more importance than just some air-headed rhyming phrases and pom-poms.

“You’re really going to just sit in solemn silence with your headphones in, while the hottest and most talented girl you know is working her ass off right in front of you?” Cheryl inquired as she followed you over to the bleachers. You set her duffle bag down next to your backpack, and made yourself as comfortable as possible on the cold metal seat while she fished around in her bag.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll definitely be watching your ass – I just won’t be paying much attention to anything else,” you clarified, shooting her a wink, and she rolled her eyes in response. Still, you could see a small smile on her red lips.

“Whatever, just… keep quiet – and let me know if you need anything,” Cheryl said, attempting to still sound annoyed, yet unable to keep from being sweet to you.

“Gotcha, doll.”

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How to Survive Exam Season

This one is dedicated to everybody who is stressed right now and to everybody who has to write exams at the moment (including myself).


Prompt: here
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1678
Summary: Simon works as a teacher in a high school and has a crush on another one of the teachers, Baz. When Simon is in a desperate situation, Baz decides to help out.



“Snow?”
Oh no. Fuck no. It’s the voice of Mister Sexy. (That’s not his name. Except he might possibly be the most handsome person I’ve ever seen.)

I turn around, slowly, because there’s the silly hope that he might not see me if I don’t make any sudden movements. He’s already seen me. Maybe he’s right when he says I’m stupid.

And there he stand in the corridor, looking absolutely perfect, which isn’t fair. Because right now I’m wearing the ugly yellow T-Shirt that’s a bit stained with paint and that I usually only wear to sleep. Also, I’m pretty sure there are cobwebs stuck in my hair. So basically I look like I have never heard of the existence of mirrors and he looks like the definition of stunning.

And that’s just great. Couldn’t have gone any better. Except now the urge to bang my head against the wall has increased by four hundred percent. (He would know. He’s a maths teacher – history, too, and politics, but I swear if you could choose more than three subjects, he’d be qualified to teach any subject in school. I’m not making that up, I saw in his qualifications that he can speak five different languages. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been stalking him. It’s just that I happened to stumble across them. Somehow. And I saw him play football with the sports teachers. He’s really good at it. I’m just searching for something he’s not perfect at. Not stalking him, Crowley.)

Anyhow, the reason why I want to bang my head against the wall.
“Why are you under the staircase?”
And why I’m under the staircase.

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Right (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Word Count: 3076 (YES. BE PROUD OF ME. I know this is normal length for most authors, but it’s long for me. So just deal.)

Genre: Fluff

Request/Summary: “54 please with Daveed Diggs x reader where the reader is the hairdresser/makeup artist for the Hamilton cast and they start talking” -Anon

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: None, I think (:

A/N- This a/n’s a long one, sorry. Okay. So I know I said this is hella long, but really it’s a really tiny baby compared to 

The Greatest Gift (9279 words) by my friend @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky

To name one and there are so many more that are amazing that are like twice as long as this. It’s really good, you should read it. All of Ell’s fics are great. You should read them. And another thing (mista age of enlightenment).  @nerdalicious24 asked me to let them know when I finished, so I figured I’d just tag them. That’s it! Enjoy all!


September

“We haven’t talked much.” You jumped at a new voice and undid Lin’s ponytail as Daveed entered.

“Because you refuse to let me touch those curls of yours.” You responded coldly. “Sorry Lin, that one didn’t make the cut.”

“Jesus (Y/N), it doesn’t have to be perfect, I can do my own hair faster than this.” Lin groaned.

“Yeah.” Daveed said. “I can do my own hair.”

“But…” You started. “The curls!” You shifted, staring longingly at Daveed’s hair as you spritzed Lin’s new ponytail with water, running a comb through it. As a hairdresser, it wasn’t hard to notice when someone had great hair. And Daveed… had great hair.

“You’re good Lin, go kick some redcoat ass.” You said, patting Lin’s shoulder as you finished his ponytail.

“Thanks.” He grumbled, standing up.

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Tadashi Hamada Imagine - Sleepy Genius

As you opened one of the large doors to the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, you cringed as the door clicked loudly and the sound seemed to echo through the seemingly empty building.
You silently closed the door again and pulled the hoody you wore tighter around yourself as you made your way to the elevator and pushed the button that sends the elevator on its slow journey to the robotics lab.
The elevator dinged lightly as it opened up to the dimly lit hallway. All of the lights were off, except for the ones in a certain inventor’s lab. The lights in his workspace sort of illuminated the hallway slightly as they seeped out from underneath the door.
You made your way to the door as quietly as possible and paused as you saw the faint outline of someone seated at a desk, tinkering with something. The figure was too busy concentrating to notice when you slid the door open slightly and slipped into the room before closing it again.
You slowly walked over to the hunched over boy and saw that he was fiddling with a circuit board, occasionally running his hands through his already messed up hair in frustration.
“Dashi, it’s time for bed.” You whisper these words in the handsome young man’s ear as you slowly wind your arms around his shoulders and rest your head on top of his.
Tadashi jumps slightly at the contact but relaxes almost instantly as your scent engulfs him and your sweet voice floats through his ears. He leans backward into your embrace with a sigh as he rubs his hands across his face before interlacing them with your own.
“I know baby, I know,” Tadashi replies tiredly. “I just need to finish this last component and I’ll be done for today.”
“Tadashi, it’s two in the morning.” You say blankly as you turn your head to give him a stern look. “You need to sleep, now, before that big brain of yours explodes.”
Tadashi gave a slight chuckle before taking in your serious look and giving you a sheepish smile in return. The staring competition commenced as your eyes gazed deeply into his chocolatey brown ones. The teen heaved a sigh as he knew that he couldn’t argue with you.
Tadashi grabbed the circuit board he was working on, put it inside of a tiny plastic box and stuck it in his top drawer before turning off the desk lamp, causing the room to dim drastically. Tadashi stretched out his aching limbs as you stood back and watched him, blushing slightly when you caught a sneaky peak of his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Tadashi grabbed his famous cap and pulled it over his unruly locks before grabbing his backpack and interlacing his fingers with yours with a gentle, yet tired smile. You returned the smile and tugged Tadashi’s large hand, guiding him out of his office.
Once all of the building’s lights had been turned off and the doors locked, you guided Tadashi to your adorable little car and the two of you buckled up so you could drive to your apartment. You didn’t attend the ‘nerd school’ with your boyfriend, but went to another university, so your parents helped you buy your own apartment fairly close to the campuses of both yours and Tadashi’s universities.
As you drove the car was silent apart from the radio playing softly. You glanced over at your boyfriend, only to find that he had fallen asleep as soon as his tired body came into contact with the soft, spongy material of the passenger seat.
You giggled quietly and internally cooed at the adorable sight before once again focusing on the road and pulling into the parking lot of your apartment building.  
“Dashi,” You sweetly whispered as you rubbed slow circles into his arm. “Sweetie, we’re here.”
Tadashi stirred slightly before a huge yawn took over as he rubbed at his tired eyes like a cute little toddler just waking from a nap. You smiled softly as you ran your fingers along the baby soft hairs at his nape, waking him up a little more.
“Come on, let’s go inside baby.” As you said these words you grabbed the key from the ignition and climbed out of the car to grab Tadashi’s backpack from the backseat.
As the blurry eyed young man stumbled out of the car with a yawn, he seemed surprised as he realized exactly where he was.
“Babe, why aren’t we at the café?” Tadashi mumbled with confusion as he turned to you with the most adorable look on his face; like a puppy that would tilt its head in confusion.
“My place is closer, so I drove here instead,” You explained, even though the distance was pretty much the same either way. “Plus, I know how you feel about me driving home alone late at night.”
Tadashi didn’t argue with your reasoning and simply nodded as he threw an arm around your shoulders and followed as you led him into the apartment building and on your way to your apartment.
You struggled a little to keep Tadashi awake in the elevator as he rested limply against you and drifted in and out of dream land.
When you had finally gotten into your apartment Tadashi simply collapsed on your bed and started to doze off as he snuggled his face into the soft covers that smelt of you.
You giggled and simply shook your head as you unlaced and removed Tadashi’s converse from his large feet. Next you took off his signature baseball cap, followed by his soft yellow cardigan, his white T-shirt, and his brown denims.
Whilst you removed Tadashi’s clothes he simply dozed with a gentle smile on his face. Once your boyfriend was sorted you moved onto completing your own routine before bed. You took off all of your clothes, except for your underwear and threw on Tadashi’s shirt before heading to the bathroom to do your thing.
When you returned from the bathroom you noticed that Tadashi had moved from where he had collapsed on your bed earlier. He was now snuggled under the covers on what you two agreed was his side of the bed and had his arms spread out as if waiting for you to curl up in them.
After making sure that all of the lights were turned off and that your alarm clock was off, (you figured you and Tadashi could skip one day of classes) you climbed into your boyfriend’s waiting arms and snuggled up against his warm, muscular chest.
Tadashi wrapped his arms around you protectively and smiled as you placed a small lingering kiss on his collar bone. The teen nuzzled his nose into your soft hair and breathed deeply, taking in your comforting scent.
“Good night baby,” Tadashi mumbled. “I love you.”
“I love you too my Einstein.” Was your simple reply as you too started to drift off in the comfort and safety of Tadashi’s arms.

um okay so like. this is a Lot

  • i guess coran had a bunch of leftover belts or lance and keith stole all the cloaks and layers before hunk could get some for his get up
  • hunk’s yellow t shirt is a three quarters sleeve, but now his shoulders have bandages and don’t even reach his elbows…. did he tear off he sleeves
  • two of those bands around his knees are for knee pads but he added a couple more for pizzazz
  • i’m pretty sure he has another set of kneepads underneath the ones we see
  • stacked up bracelets like scene, but industrial scene
  • metal plating on his fingerless gloves?
  • this outfit further proves that hunk is a heavy ordinance specialist and his melee weapon WOULD be a hammer/axe/mace
  • the shoulder pads look like grey paninis w/ spikes
  • the shoulder pads have tiny lil backpack straps to keep them on
  • the accent spike that looks like unicorn horn on his mask 
  • mask that makes him look like the guy from friday the 13th or halloween or whatever that movie was. jason mraz?
  • MOST IMPORTANT: statement necklace
  • separate belts for his shoes…
  • probably the most minimalist change out of the entire group
  • the under layer of his shoulder pads match keith’s goku shoulders
  • reminds me of mad max 10/10 fashionable and intimidating
  • hunk already has shoulder pads on his vest so that means he double stacked both his kneepads and his shoulder pads. hes 2 times stronger this way and impervious to most forms of attack
Trimberly Fic?

I started this bit cuz I was bored at work… 😁

Trimberly Fanfic where Kimberly has a podcast on Tumblr.


Kimberly was no stranger to popularity. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad, and had dated the second most popular guy at school, first of course being Jason Scott. Although, after the little stunt he pulled earlier this year, he seemed to have fallen from grace. As of lately though, Kimberly has been alienated by her own friends. She can’t blame them though, she deserves it, or so she thought. After what she did, of course she deserved it, right?

She had been walking the hallway alone, just like she’s done the past few weeks and then she sees her. Hair partially braided on one side and loose the rest of the way, yellow t-shirt, and ripped Jeans, Trini Gomez. She doesn’t quite know the girl but she knows of her. They have biology together and as much as she’d hate to admit it, you know pride and all, she’s been intrigued by the girl.

Trini always seemed to be in a bad mood and today was no different. Her stoic face gave away to absolutely nothing. She walked down the hall and past Kimberly clutching at her backpack. She watched the small girl almost fly past her and out of the school’s double doors. Kimberly wants to know more about the mysterious girl, and why she’s always either so angry, or so emotionless.

Kimberly doesn’t quite understand why she’s so intrigued by this girl. She has been ever since Trini transferred to Angel Grove high the beginning of the school year. As soon as Trini had walked in, she took a seat toward the back of the classroom several seats away from the rest of her classmates. She went home that day unable to take her mind off the new girl.

Kimberly turned on her computer mic and began to record. “Hey guys, today hasn’t been my day. Remember that girl I told you about? Well, she seemed upset today. It was only for a split second, but it was still there,” she leaned back on her computer desk and sighed. “I wish I had the guts to talk to her.” Kimberly had found comfort in podcasting after her friends cut her off. The first thing she did was talk about the horrible mistake she had made by sharing the picture her friend sent to her. She took responsibility for her actions and spoke about how at the time she didn’t.

“There is something about this girl, I know I keep talking about her, but I don’t know, I,” she paused trying to find the right words to describe what she was feeling. “I don’t know how to explain it. There is definitely this need to make sure she’s okay, though. I just wish I wasn’t such a chicken, You now?” Kimberly has always been straight forward, but with Trini, it’s not that simple.

“I wonder where she goes when she’s not at school. I mean, I don’t think she goes home. Do you think she knows who I am? I mean I’m not really popular anymore. I’m not trying to be self centered here, I just have this need to know if she knows who I am. Like I said, I don’t know how to describe it. Anyway, I have homework to do. I’ll check in with you guys later. Thanks for listening, and if you’re new to my podcast, welcome, and thank you for following.” Kimberly shut down her mic and uploaded the audio to Tumblr.

Stormy weather - Mileven

It had been a year. A year of Mike daydreaming about seeing Eleven again. A year of Mike staying in his room and refusing to see anyone but his three best friends. A year of fighting with his Mom over imaginary frustrations. A year of slamming doors and crying in the shower and nightmares. A year of constantly asking Will about the Upside Down so he knew just was Eleven was facing. A year before she finally returned, completely unconscious and on the brink of death. A year before Mike felt whole again.

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Creepypasta #1042: If You See Two Kids On Highway 101, Don't Stop

Length: Medium

The 101 is just a trickle by the time it winds north of Forks. Much of it does not have cell coverage, and in the middle of the night, the darkness is so pervasive that it only steps back a little from the high-beams. Its seems darkest that most near mile post 199.

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Taillight reflectors shined through the rolling 2:00AM fog. A car was there, an old dusty 1980’s station wagon driven through the wider part of Hell. The windows were all dusted over despite a heavy downpour ten minutes ago. It appears it was in a crash that had forced the driver’s door open along with the hood. Standing by the car were two kids not more than ten, the boy in a yellow Hulkamanic! t-shirt and the girl in a pink pastel shirt and under jean overalls. The girl, maybe a bit older, waved to get my attention. I leaned over and rolled down the window just a crack. I learned the hard way to never trust strangers.

“Our car’s broken, mister” the girl said as her brother began to cry, “our parents were picked up by a hitchhiker and we haven’t seen them all day. You gotta help us, mister.”

“Hold on. First, what are your names?” The way their eyes gazed back at me reminded me of dead fish on the market. The son, crying moments before, now spoke boldly to me.

“Our parents are MISSING! You got to let us into your car!” There was an uneasy energy to the boy. He didn’t blink when you were speaking to him.

“I can stay here and watch over you.”

“Just let us into your car, PLEASE, mister,” the sister said as she tugged at the old-fashioned handle of my car. Both seemed seemed to wonder why the hell I wasn’t complying.

“There is no reason for anyone to enter or exit my car.” 

The son tried for the back door and would have pulled it open if I didn’t slam down the thumb lock. I did the same for the others. I have been in road jumps before; just because I saw two kids now could mean that others were hiding elsewhere, especially in the woods

The sister began to cry and pound on the window.

“You gotta let us in! We heard growling and we can’t shut our door after the crash! They’re bears! They’re gonna get in and eat us, you gotta let us in!”

“If there is a bear, I will handle it.” 

The boy yanked on the same back passenger side door.

“We haven’t eaten or drank anything all day!” I held up an evidence bag of cherry tomatoes and two bottles of distilled water. They just stared blankly at me, as if doing their best to hide their annoyance. “Are you allergic? Do you want just the water?” 

Nothing. I shifted gears. “Were you stranded all day?” No answer. “If you were, you would have been caught in that rain shower. Your vehicle is dusty. Where did you drive from?”

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Just business (1)

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou


Title: Just business (CEO!Kim x Y/N)

Genre: Fluff, loads of it. angst if you look closer. also comedy, loads of my horrible comedy (Multi-chaptered)

Summary: “I don’t like you sexually or romantically in general. I don’t harbor hidden feelings for you,i don’t dream about you, heck I don’t even masturbate or get wet at the idea of you or any of that kinky shit.” 

Note: I read some ceo shit with the reader as worker of the company (I actually like reading it but I’ve read too much already lmao), things usually get down and dirty during these fics and i sometimes end up rolling on the floor laughing. Theirs always that unspoken sexual tension between the reader and the member so I decided to change it up a bit, I’m hoping a positive feedback (i guess?) so prepare for some twists in this story lol…

Warning: sexual innuendos, mentions of sex, and language (lots of innuendos shit in general but not to the point of smut, haha lol as if I’d write smut xD)

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