my teachers' baby

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do you know that (7/8) : jungkook edition

mellarkablegirl  asked:

Hello! Are you planning on extending the Come on Baby, Light my Fire series? (P.S Its amazing) If yes then here's a new word prompt you could use : Malapert - Clever in manners of speech

You thought I forgot about this, didn’t you @mellarkablegirl? SURPRISE! It’s Firefighter Friday!!!


Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality


Come On Baby, Light My Fire: Part 10 - Malapert

Does it count as a first date if you wake in the person’s arms?

We lounge in bed, drifting between awake and asleep, Peeta’s fingertips skating over my legs and hips, etching cool patterns or maybe words into my skin. It’s such a luxury to wile away the hours this way. We get up to eat, but it isn’t until early afternoon that we’re both awake and willing enough to actually go on our hiking date.

I dress in cotton pants and a t-shirt, tugging on a hooded sweatshirt for warmth. Peeta leaves me for a few minutes to dress in his apartment and returns garbed much the way I am, his black backpack slung over one shoulder.

It doesn’t feel like a first date as I drive us out of town, since Peeta apparently doesn’t own a car, preferring to walk or use public transportation to get around the city. We talk and laugh, the windows down and the crisp fall air making a tangled mess of flyaways even though I braided my hair. I tell him about the time my father and I got ourselves chased up a tree by a black bear when we plucked berries from a bush he’d apparently already laid claim to. And as I park in one of the lots at the trailhead near Lake Panem, I realize that I’ve never been this comfortable on a first date before.

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  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Teacher:</b> I heard you've been saying 'FAKE ARMYS' a lot lately and I was wondering... what's wrong?<p/><b>Me:</b> you really wanna know?<p/><b>Teacher:</b> Yes, please tell me...<p/><b>Me:</b> *bursts into tears* SEOKJIN IS ART AND ALMOST EVERY ARMY IS TURNING A BLIND EYE TO HIM AND THEY WON'T ACCEPT HIS TALENTS EVEN THOUGH WE ALL KNOW HE HAS SO MANY TALENTS! I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY AND HAVE MORE PARTS IN SONGS AND HAVE MORE PEOPLE WATCH HIS EATJINS!<p/><b>Teacher:</b> *wipes away his own tears* I know girl! I know!<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

what if the boys at the 4077th weren’t doctors? what if they got drafted as soldiers just like everyone else?

imagine, Hawkeye Pierce as the son of a fisherman from Maine, who worked in the local drugstore to pay his way towards becoming an English teacher, who taught at the town’s tiny schoolhouse until the day he got his draft card.

John McIntyre the lawyer, trying to argue his way out of leaving his wife and children, and ending up on the front lines just the same.

part-time auto mechanic, part-time hobbyist BJ Hunnicutt, being sent to work on sherman tanks and fire a gun in his spare time.

Frank Burns, failed actor, successful accountant, clinging to his bible and ultimately proving too cowardly and neurotic to be anywhere near the front.

Sherman Potter, just barely avoiding the draft and being left at home to continue being the best veterinarian in Hannibal, Missouri. 

and Henry Blake, a family man who managed to get an early retirement from his job as a salesman, unable to believe that he got drafted, of all people, struggling to make sense of his situation.

anonymous asked:

If you're taking prompts/want a prompt in the future -> MAS [or MarAce or SabAce] raising a kid together or when one of them have a bad day (and cuddles) or nsfw (first time? anniversary? spontaneous? Oo. MarAce or SabAce are fooling around and the other walks in and joins?) Or anything you want to write that tickles your fancy whenever. There's no time limit to this prompt so if you just want to keep it in your askbox you can(or delete it if there's no inspiration from any of these ideas) <3

I wasn’t taking prompts, but it’s was so nicely worded and I needed something to write today, so i give you this. (thanks also for letting me know the lack of time limit, because that was really nice to know too.)


“This is ridiculous,” Sabo whispers staring at the toddler asleep on their couch. “He’s a baby, we’re not responsible enough to care for a baby! Did Garp at least wait until you were there to leave him?”

Ace frowns at Sabo, “You think Garp stuck around? I went to the park and got tackled by all thirty pounds of toddler that called me his big brother. Garp apparently dropped him off just after noon and left him there.”

“You think Dragon would be smart enough not to leave his kid with his dad,” Sabo mutters dropping his head into his hands. “I’ll call him, see if we can’t get this straightened out.”

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My favorite thing about the Oresama Teacher fandom is that no matter how many years pass everyone’s still waiting for an anime adaptation

anonymous asked:

I once had a sub that would bring meal worms with her whenever she would sub for us (which was alot because first my teacher had a baby and then some other stuff happened) And she would tell us that to hold the worms we had to obey the rules, do our work, and be quiet. And of course being 5/6th grades at the time, we all thought meal worms were the shit. So everyone, even those kids who never listened to anyone, were silent and obedient when she came. Cuz we all wanted to hold those damn worms

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CAN WE JUST CALM THE FUCK DOWN FOR A MOMENT AND TALK ABOUT THIS BEAUTIFUL PICTURE OF OUR BABIES BEING HAPPY ON - WHERE I GUESS IS - THE BEACH, PLS?

“I can’t decide on whether to give my students a little break by moving their midterm to next week or if I should just be a complete asshole to them,” she debated. “I don’t know though because they’ve been such good kids and I honestly have seen them improve so much academically and personally.”

Come On Baby, Light My Fire (Part 8)

It’s Firefighter Friday, and guess what that means?!

The lovely @xerxia31 asked: Since you’re writing each chapter of Come on Baby, Light my Fire based on word prompt asks, I humbly submit: coitus.  (Oh come ON, you know we’re all thinking it!!!)

And a not so subtle Anon (*cough cough* you don’t fool me, I know who you are) asked: here’s a word prompt for ya - SEXUAL INTERCOURSE 😎 

Does this count as spoilers? Who cares, you all know it’s what you want. Thanks everyone for falling in love with this story as much as I have! Story RATED E from here on out.

Word prompts - Obviously, I’ll write ones that aren’t on that list as well.


Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia


When I open my eyes, it is to the comfort of human closeness. My room is bathed in a rosy morning glow, a gentle breeze wafting over my cheek, and feet tangled with my mine. I blink and stare at the mass taking up half my bed. He’s got one arm thrown over his head, his hair a savage mess. And he’s already awake, blue eyes clear and focused on me.

“Good morning,” he says, voice hoarse with the last dregs of sleep.

“Morning,” I answer.

“Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah, I did.”

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