to have my hallway

wow i cant wait to have my own apartment n come running down the hallway to my door in my heels after a long day at work and opening my door and hearing the sound of my keys hitting the counter and looking at what mail arrived that day and then going to the bathroom and taking care of myself and applying lotions to my entire body n applying face masks and listening to the way you look tonight by frank sinatra on vinyl n dancing around slowly while wearing nothing but my cute lace bra & undies n a dark red silky lace robe that i havent even wrapped around my body yet and makin myself a snack. i cant wait to get to that.

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You are not alone; you are right at home.

Happy birthday, Johanna!

Cheat in my class? I'll get you, my pretty.

I was teaching middle school math.  Upper middle class school of usually super nice kids.  I also have an uncanny memory.  Random kids in my classes passing in the hallway can walk up and say “What did I get on my test?” and I can usually tell them their exact grade.  One day I passed back tests in class, and a boy who made a 95 came up and said, “You marked one wrong that was right.”  And sure enough, there was the right answer on the paper.  But I swear I remembered that he had put a different answer.  And of course I could see that it had been erased and changed.  But I’m human–I could have made a mistake; he could have changed it before he handed it in, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt and changed his grade to 100.  The next quiz we took, same thing. He walks up with a 95, saying, “you counted one wrong that was right.” Now seriously, what are the mathematical odds that the exact same thing happened again, to the exact same kid?  And I’m pretty accurate in my marking.  I could even see the eraser crumbs on his paper from where he had changed the answer!  I knew the little cheater was trying to put one over on me again.  So I said, “I really don’t remember this answer being here when I marked your paper.”  He said, “I promise, Ms. Skizethelimit, I really had this answer.”  I said, “Are you SURE?”  He put on the sad puppy face and said, “Yes, I promise.”  I said, “Well, in that case, I’m sure it will be the same on this (reaching into desk) photocopy I made of your test before I handed them back.”  Yes, I did photocopy that little sneak’s quiz before I handed it back!  As I compared the two papers, the river of tears began as he knew he’d been caught.  Not only did he have to keep that 95, I took 5 points back off the previous test, too.  Take that, sucker!  And don’t pull that crap on me again!

Edit–Just a little note that teaching philosophy/grading has changed pretty radically these days and grades are meant to be a reflection of actual ability in the subject area; not a reflection of values or ethics.  So I really would not be at liberty to give a kid a zero when he made a 95 (not saying I agree with that–just stating the rules that teachers are bound by)  I didn’t say he wasn’t punished; just not by me.  I had a conference with his parents and showed them the tests.  He’s really a nice, polite, never any trouble kind of kid…just a little too driven to perfection.  I believe they grounded him.  

LOOOK WHAT JUST CAME IN THE MAIIIL!!?!! I seriously just died a thousand happy deaths!

I ordered these from the amaaaazing @zillabean. Ugh I just love her work so much, these sparkly sexy shiro’s will end me. Thank you thank you thank you, Zilla, seriously you’re an ispiration and a godsend, for blessing the world with sparkly Shiro. Omnomnom

I can only feel one strong emotion at a time which is very handy for when I have to walk down my hallway in pitch blackness to get a glass of water from the kitchen and I don’t get scared at all because I’m too busy feeling absolutely livid about something else and my anger is overriding every other emotion

does anyone know how to disappear over night ???

my parents applied me for a job without my knowing, i have told them many many times that i dont want to do that and yet tomorrow i have to go there

just thinking about it makes my heart race and i almost start to cry

i dont know what to do

Imagine...Being Scott’s Sister And Gotham Characters Suddenly Appearing In Beacon Hills, And You Immediately Fall For Jonathan Crane

Originally posted by showandwrite

Originally posted by gothamfox

Originally posted by no-one-tells-me-who-i-love

Originally posted by kakademona

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Stiles: Oh my god! You’re Catwoman! Scott, it’s Catwoman!

Selina: It’s Cat. No need to yell…

Scott: Anyways, have you seen my sister?

Lydia: She went that way in the hallway.

Stiles: It’s Commissioner Gordon.

Det. Gordon: Uh, it’s just…detective Gordon.

Scott: Oh my God! (Y/N), out!

Stiles: Whoa, what happened to you…? Who are you?

Jonathan: Jonathan Crane. *Hair is messy along with (Y/N)’s hair and clothes.

Scott: These two were making out in the closet. 

(Y/N): What can I say? For a comic book character, he’s pretty cute. 

Jonathan, Selina, Ivy, Det. Gordon and Bruce: What are comic books? 

**Bonus:

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

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Request: Can you do an imagine where Y/N is Scott’s sister and is secretly dating Stiles and Scott enters in her room when they are about to have sex? :)

Word count: 625

Reader gender: female

Warnings: slight smut

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Request:  Yoongi - 12/20. Make something angst/smut with happy ending.

12) You and your bias play truth or dare until the power comes back on during the middle of a storm.

20)  You accidentally punch your bias in the face

Original prompt list can be found here! New prompt list can be found here

Member: BTS Suga x Y/N

Type: fluff/smut/angst

“How could you not have a flashlight…in your entire apartment?” Suga grumbled from somewhere in the hallway. 

“Because my apartment is supposed to have a generator, you know, the thing that keeps the electric on when it’s knocked out,” I sighed, digging through a drawer to find some matches to light a candle. 

“You’d never pass Jin’s safety inspection,” Yoongi clucked. 

“No one has ever passed Jin’s safety inspection,” I muttered, getting more angry with my fingers fumbling around in the dark. 

I felt hands slowly slide around my waist and Yoongi’s voice in my ear. “You know,” he whispered. “There’s not much to do when you’re in the dark. We’re going to have to keep ourselves busy.” 

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, still relatively focused on the task in front of me. 

“What about a good old fashioned game of truth or dare?” he said slowly. I turned in his arms and could just barely make out the line of a smirk on his face. 

“Okay,” I nodded, shutting the drawer behind me and giving up on my hunt for matches for the moment. 

“Okay,” he repeated with a grin. “Truth or dare?” 

“Truth,” I whispered, lifting myself up onto the counter behind me. Yoongi followed my body and leaned against me, hands placed on the counter at either side of my thighs. 

“What is the dirtiest dream you’ve ever had?” he cooed. 

“Mmm…” I hummed, placing a hand absently in his hair. “Involving you?” 

“For audience sake,” he nodded. 

“Well,” I chuckled. “There was a thunderstorm, and the electric went out.”

“This sounds familiar,” he whispered in amusement. 

“And I was sitting on the counter, and you were in front of me,” I continued. 

“You know,” Yoongi laughed. “I think I’ve had this dream too.”

“Have you?” I gasped in mock surprise. 

“Mhm,” he said. “And we started playing truth or dare, but for some reason, I got distracted and started kissing your neck.”

Yoongi leaned up on his toes and began gently kissing at the exposed skin on the crook of my neck. I couldn’t help but giggle at the tender bites he drizzled across my collar bones and up to my ear. 

“And then,” he whispered, placing a hand on my inner thigh and running his finger lightly along the skin there. “You started getting nervous because my hand was under your skirt.”

“Not nervous,” I choked out. “Intrigued.”

“Oh? Is that right?” he laughed lightly, putting each hand on either thigh and tugging me toward him so I was straddling him more. He continued to slide his fingers along my thigh, getting closer and closer to my core with each sweep. “I could’ve sworn you were nervous,” he cooed. 

“Never,” I exhaled. 

Yoongi laughed as he kissed me deeply. I felt his hand push my underwear to the side as his fingers continued their rhythmic motion. One hand continued it’s work under my skirt while the other slid up and under my blouse. 

“Yoo-yoongi,” I stuttered, feeling his finger gently skid past my breast. 

“Shhh,” he hushed, kissing me again. He pulled his mouth from mine and began kissing at my jawline. 

He skirted easily around my bra and took my breast into his hand. My body was so cold and his fingers were so warm that it sent shivers down my body and goosebumps began to appear. 

“Cold?” he whispered, placing my nipple in between two of his knuckles as he flicked it casually. I could barely catch my breaths, let alone my words. 

At the same time Yoongi began to tilt his head down towards my chest, a loud pop of the electric coming on sounded through the apartment. I was startled, immediately flinging my hands upward to cover my exposed body parts now that the lights were on. Unfortunately, that included punching Yoongi square in the cheek on the way up. 

“Yah!” he shouted. “What the hell Y/N!” 

“Oh my gosh,” I squeaked, my hands flying up to my mouth. “Yoongi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I was startled!” 

“Apparently,” he scoffed, cradling his face in his hands that were just roaming my body. 

I groaned, leaning my head back in complete embarrassment. “Can I do anything for you?”

“Haven’t you done enough already?” he grumbled, turning away from me and disappearing down the hallway. 

I felt awful. Not only had I completely ruined one of Suga and I’s first ever intimate moments, but I also punched him in the face during the process. 

“You know,” he called down the hallway. “If you didn’t want to do anything, you could’ve just said so…you didn’t have to punch me in the face.”

I felt a whole new wave of embarrassment wash over me as I realized why Yoongi was upset. He didn’t think I was startled by the electric, he thought I was startled by him. 

“Yoongi,” I gasped, flying off of the counter and skidding down the hallway. “No, no, no, no, no.”

I stuck my head into the bathroom where he was positioned over the sink, a damp washcloth in hand as he dabbed at the small cut I had put there. A light purple and blue bruise was already appearing around it. 

“This will look great for the photos I’ll be taking tomorrow,” he muttered. 

“Yoongi,” I whispered. “I didn’t punch you because of what you were doing!” 

“Yeah, sure,” he grunted, still not looking at me. 

“I was startled by the electric coming back on…I didn’t want to be so…so…exposed in a lit area,” I chuckled uneasily. 

Yoongi spun from his position to face me, a quizzical look on his face. “Don’t tell me you were embarrassed about me seeing bits of you naked.”

I avoided eye contact as I felt a deep blush spread across my cheeks. Yoongi hiccuped out a laugh and took me by the elbows. “Y/N,” he said, shaking his head and chuckling. “I want to experience all of these things with you…whether the lights are on OR off.”

I slowly turned my head to look into his eyes. “Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed. “But if you feel more comfortable in the dark, I can work with that.” 

A huge grin appeared on his face as he surveyed the bathroom. “Matter of fact,” he whispered, reaching behind me and flicking off the light switch. “Let’s pretend like the electricity never came back on at all.” 

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

@kpop-prompts

various unsorted AUs
  • “We work for different agencies, and we both happen to be on a honey trap mission AND were assigned the same target and now the target wants a threesome what do we do” au 
  • “when you knocked on my door looking really hot in a police officer’s uniform i thought you were a Strippergram who just was really dedicated to your role but it turns out I’m a fucking murder suspect” au
  • “I really love to cook but my oven is evil and possessed and you have a really nice oven but you only eat ramen can we come to some kind of agreement” au
  • “You ended up sleepwalking into my apartment at 3am and I have no idea how you got past the lock but you’re cute and you look cold so here’s a blanket and some cocoa” au
Neighbors

I was aching for it, aching for him, to feel his hands on my hips as he pulled me back to fuck me harder and his fingers move on my clit until my walls throbbed for him.

It was torture to know he was just an apartment away, probably sprawled on his bed, naked and sweaty with his hand palming himself slowly. I imagined the outline of his cock as it strained against his boxers and his fingers running down the length so he could feel the friction of the fabric against the sensitive swollen skin.

Thinking about him was enough to spark an eager fire in my tummy.

In which pancakes are promised, or something like that.

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I seem like a really negative person but listen I really do love this shitty life. No matter how many times a day I claim to hate this and that and want to die, I’ve become so tolerant of everything. Like I don’t care who said what anymore or what happened to whoever, I’ve realized I dont have to waste my time on gossip and loathing the school hallways. I love my friends, I love laughing and making people laugh and sunsets and flowers and rollercoasters and puppies, hanging out late at night or running around a dark school after hours. Theres so many things that I could be smiling about in life I cant bother anymore to focus on my grade 7 “i hate people” mentality bullshit.