and i kind of want to write it but sigh no chance

anonymous asked:

Can you do an English teacher imagine where when you're walking out on friday afternoon and it's the last class but he asks you to stay behind and shows you your blog then he likes you back and smut (if you write smut). Thanks!

As soon as I heard the bell ring, I quickly grabbed my bag and coat and stood up to walk out, glad to be leaving his lesson. For the last hour he’d been acting really weirdly with me, staring at me kind of intensely from his desk and picking on me in front of the class. Why he was being like this I had no idea but all I wanted to do was just leave and go home and try to forget about him over the weekend.

“Uh, (Y/N)? Can you stay behind for a second? I need to have a quick chat with you about some classwork you’re missing.” I sighed inwardly, realising my chances of a quick escape had gone out the window.

“Yeah, sure.” I replied, turning to face him. He signalled for me to go over to his desk but refused to make eye contact with me as he swung around on his chair.

“Okay, truth is, you’re not really missing any classwork but I DO need to talk to you.”

“About what?” I asked, frowning. Surely I wasn’t in any trouble; I was one of the top students in English and I never disrupted his lessons.

“You’re not in any trouble.” He added, as though he was reading my thoughts, before finally meeting my eyes and smiling at me which somehow wasn’t reassuring at all.

“What is it then?”

“I… I just want you to know that I’m not annoyed with you or anything, but I need you to promise me that you’ll tell me the truth. Is this you?” 

He turned his laptop round to face me, showing me what was pretty much my worst nightmare on a screen.

My tumblr blog.

“Oh my god… I don’t.. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, Sir,” I stammered, covering my face with my hands.

“Hey, no! You’re not in any trouble! I just wanted to check that it was you, and, guessing from your… slightly embarrassed… reaction, I’m right, yeah?”

I nodded, hoping he hadn’t noticed the deep red blush creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks.

“I know you’re embarrassed, but,” he started, “the reason why I showed it to you is because, well, I… I like you too. When I stumbled upon your blog I wanted it to be you but I didn’t want to get my hopes up in case I was just being delusional. So yeah, I like you too. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable or anything but after seeing your blog I couldn’t keep it to myself.”

“You like me?” I asked, all of a sudden forgetting my excruciating embarrassment.

“I do. And I know you want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me whenever I walk past you,” he took a step closer to me, then another and another until my back was against the wall and our faces were inches apart, “so do you want me to kiss you?”

All I could do was nod quickly, wide-eyed and nearly shivering with anticipation.

He leant in and kissed me, pressing his body against mine as I tangled my fingers in his hair. Deepening the kiss, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him before suddenly leaning back, bright eyes dark and hungry.

“This is workplace-inappropriate behaviour. Let’s do this some other time.” He smirked at me before standing back, watching me pick up my coat and bag and walk out of the door.

Dear March,

I know you have a lot to offer me during your 31-day stay here, and I hope I can fulfill everything to its fullest. Many before you seemed to have passed so quickly and so haphazardly. I hope you take your time with me. You are like a blank canvas waiting to be drawn on. Thirty-one days of chances and opportunities. A month of me writing my own plot and filling in the gaps of my story. I want to explore you and every corner you’d take me to. I’m sort of realizing the slight stagnancy of my life. Everything almost feels like a routine now. A habit I know like the back of my hand. Something I can easily detect and find with my eyes closed. I’m getting a tad restless with the restlessness, and even with just the mere rest. I’m waiting for the possibilities this month. Granted, I’m hesitant and unsure of the unknown. But a little mystery gives me something to look forward to I suppose. It gives hope and it’s something that’s lacking lately.

Do Over

A happy birthday to the one and only and my personal smut fairy godmother, @amagicalship!

Carrie, I have no words to express the joy of having you in my life. There is nothing better than talking smut writing in between soccer fútbol practices, kid’s feedings and bulto comments. I treasure your friendship, and you, very much. Thank you for being such a kind and encouraging presence in my life. (and for making my smut 1000 times better).

I hope you like this piece very much. You wanted romance, and I tried to deliver

We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date

Do Over

“Come on, Killian, give it a chance.” Tink bounced back and forth from excitement in his living room, trying to convince him to agree to a blind date with her new co-worker.  

Killian sighed, running his hand through his hair, “Tink, every month you try to set me up on a blind date. Haven’t we had enough of this, darling?”

“Killian,” Tink said, “I know… but I have a good feeling about Emma. She’s actually the type of person you’d go for. I know it, I can feel it.”

She was giving him that I want you to find true love look. Not the look. Killian would literally do anything to avoid the look. Because after the look, came the speech. And he hated the speech. That positive, lift-me up, you deserve love in your life speech. He loved his childhood friend to pieces, and he’d give his life for her; but he hated her I wish you’d find the love you deserve in your life speeches.

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