“At my first wedding shoot, I took pictures of everyone at the party, but there was one girl, maybe 14, who dodged me the whole time. She didn’t want her photo taken, which I couldn’t understand because she was beautiful: blue eyes, blond hair, just gorgeous. I kept trying, when someone finally told me that the reason she didn’t want to be photographed was that her mother had told her she wasn’t photogenic. I couldn’t believe it! So I told her, ‘Listen, I bet that I can take a good picture of you.’ I photographed her, showed her the pictures, and she almost started crying because she realized that she was indeed very, very beautiful. That affected me in a huge way—that I can help people see how beautiful they are, and how beautiful they look to others.”
Lily was beautiful. Not in a supermodel sort of way, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Lily was beautiful because her red hair was vibrant, her green eyes always looked like they were concealing a secret and she was always smiling, happy and a bundle of positive vibes.
James was handsome. Not in a movie star sort of way, with shiny white teeth and well-kept hair. James was handsome because his hair was all over the place, a reflection on his scattered mind. His hazel eyes seemed to already be laughing and he always had a smile etched upon his face.
They were beautiful together and all eyes clung to them. They were so young and so attractive. They were beautiful, but then they were a beautiful tragedy.
Sebastian Stan’s chest is so firm and wonderful, and he smells like vanilla and rain, and i want to die because his eyes are such a beautiful shade of blue, I thought I was going to die in his presence.
Softball was your sport, you had played it ever since you
were three with your father, and you loved it. Not to mention you were
particularly good at it too, and it was hard work but playing it brought back
childhood memories for you.
You were currently doing softball practise for the Beacon
Hills High team and you were the pitcher. It was hard for you to concentrate
because of the heat and your pretty bad shoulder but especially because of the
lacrosse team. You both played trained on the same oval after school on
Wednesday, not to mention half of them had their tops off too.
But you always kept an eye out for Liam, he was always so
swift and fast, he had a great arm and you’ve never once seen him miss a goal.
But the reason you kept an eye out for him was because you found him quite
attractive. With his beautiful blue eyes and light brown hair what’s not to
love about him.
“Earth to (Y/N)” your coach was calling you, “your turn to
You walked up to pitch and rubbed your left shoulder, it
hurt so much due to excessive practise, but you weren’t going to let that stop
you. Just as you were about to pitch you looked up to see the entire lacrosse
team looking your way.
thought, “That’s just what I need now.” You
noticed Liam staring at you particularly, all you could think of was “Don’t stuff it up, don’t stuff it up.”
You did a little run up before swinging your arm almost
perfectly resulting in an amazing fast ball the batter couldn’t return. It
wasn’t until the catcher caught the ball you realised the searing pain in your
shoulder. You grabbed your shoulder and motioned to the coach who told you to
You made your way over to the bleachers by yourself and sat
down, your shoulder was already bad enough and this just made it a whole lot worse.
You rubbed it gently to ease and numb the pain but it wasn’t working.
“Would you like a massage?” Somebody asked you, you looked
up and saw Liam standing in front of you.
“What?” You replied to him.
“I can see you’ve hurt your shoulder, do you want a
massage?” You were going to say no but you couldn’t resist. The thought of
Liam’s hands on your back changed your mind.
“Uhhh yeah, that’d be great.” You gave him a small smile as
he kneeled on the ground behind you, you could almost feel his torso against
your back, he was so close.
Liam began to rub your left shoulder causing you to let out
a small unintended moan.
“Am I hurting you?” He asked you.
“What…oh no you’re doing a great job.” You replied.
“Mhmmmm.” His fingers seemed to find the spots all by
themselves as he kneaded the knots in your shoulder. His hands worked so well
you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling. You could feel his hot breath on the
back of your neck which sent tingles down your spine.
“I saw you bowling out there before, you’re really good you
know.” Liam spoke from behind you.
“Really” you let out a small giggle, “thank you. Oh and by
the way it’s called pitching.”
“What was that?” He asked you.
“In softball we call it a pitch, not a bowl, that’s
baseball.” You told the clueless boy.
“Oh.” He said ever so quietly. You both began to laugh at
his simple mistake when he took his hand of your shoulder. He made his way back
around until he was standing in front of you once more.
“Thank you Liam that really helped.” You told him.
“Yeah anytime” he said shyly while looking to the floor, “well…I
mean like…you know what I mean.” His soft looking lips parted into a smile
which you couldn’t help but stare at.
“Hey Liam, do you maybe wanna…I dunno…go out sometime…together?”
You asked him as you looked up into his eyes. You had been waiting to ask this
for a while and now seemed like just the right time.
“You want to go out with me…on a date.” He was stunned as he
pointed to his chest.
“Well I guess you could call it a date.” You gave him a
small smile as you hoped for his answer to be yes.
“Yeah I think that’ll be fun.” He smiled at you as he walked
back over to his team.
Your terribly sore shoulder was the thing that made all this
happen and for once you were thankful for your softball injury. After all it
helped you score a date with Liam Dunbar.
I actually think people are actually pretty disappointed when they see me in public because, in the movie I have this beautiful, long hair, piercing blue eyes and wearing incredible armor riding a giant elk. When they see me on the street, they’re only seeing boring me and are disappointed.
Sometimes Castiel likes to give Dean a lapdance, facing away from his loving boyfriend so he can grip at his plump cheeks and fuck his cock between them, making Cas writh above him because he can feel his thick shaft rubbing over his fluttering hole.
And he just grinds his hips back while Dean moans from behind him and nears his orgasm more and more by the minute because he has pure ecstasy running through his veins from the feeling of his twinky little boyfriends arse.
Even just watching Cas grind above him, no friction or anything, would probably make him come untouched because he sees beauty whenever he look into those blue eyes and trails his gaze over Castiel’s flushed skin.
Everything about him is just so beautiful to Dean and Castiel doesn’t even know that he has Dean under his control just by standing in front of him and batting those pretty, innocent blue eyes.
Slightly late for #asianinvasion, but here’s my contribution.
I started writing my story for the tag several times, and each time, I ended up deleting all of it. I kept thinking, where do I start? Do I tell people about the time I tried on makeup for the first time, trying to follow the way my friend swept blue across her eyelids, only to realise that the same method simply wouldn’t work on my monolids? Do I tell people about the times my grandma insisted I stay out of the sun because “paler skin is more beautiful”? That I wanted blonde hair, blue eyes and to be called “Katie” when I was little? Or when people tell me being Chinese isn’t as “cool” as Korean or Japanese? How about the countless times when people of all ages have pulled back their eyes at me, chanting “ching chong”? Or the times when someone butchers my Chinese name because they can’t be bothered to get the pronunciation right? Or the fact that I barely see anyone who looks like me on screen, unless they’re playing a 2D stereotype? The amount of surprise people genuinely feel when I say I chose Literature over medicine? The times I’ve had to block asian fetish blogs from following me?
The truth is, it’s all of this and more. Racism isn’t just hate, it’s discrimination, prejudice, stereotypes, making a mockery of somebody’s identity. It’s lack of privilege and lack of power; it’s insidiously buried itself in culture. It’s mircoaggressions and presumptions about who I am before you even know me. It’s normal.
So basically, fuck all of this. I am Chinese, and I am British. I’m not a fetish, I’m a human being. I don’t fit the stereotypes and I never will.
I will tell you who I am, not the other way round.
teacher!luke Detention or extra credit? -requested
“Alright class today we will just be reviewing polynomial functions!” Mr. Hemmings gleamed. He has only been our math teacher for about 3 months and he already had all the girls wanting him. He was my favorite teacher not because he had beautiful blue eyes, an amazing smile, toned arms, or anything else like that but because he was kind and sweet and made sure that everyone knew the topic before we moved on. I understood polynomials but a lot of the students didn’t. Luke could read that he connected really well with everyone mainly because he was only 2 years older than everyone else but also because he is an amazing teacher.
“First you separate the problem in to to halves and work from ther-”
“Mr. Hemmings!” Miranda the school know it all interrupted.
“Yes Miranda?” He politely asked.
“could give work for the ones that understand this there is no point going over this when we get it.”
God i hated that and her. “oh shut up Miranda. There are only two of us that understand it me and you. The rest don’t that is a 2 to 30 ratio. So only 1 out of 15 get it so shut up and let Mr. HEmmings teach then maybe the rest of them can catch up and learn the material and we can move the hell one. You bitching about this doesn’t make you sound smart makes you sound just like a goddamn bitch. I don’t mind reviewing this. it doesn’t hurt. Beside i know for a fact you are still fuzzy about the material that’s why you scored a 70 on the test. No for the love of god shut the fuck up and let the man teach. I swear if you open your dumb mouth again i will come over there and make you be quiet for the rest of the year.” I spat out.
at first the whole class was quiet then a couple of kids clapped and cheered for my outburst.
“oi oi shimmer down simmer down. Y/N is kinda right we do need to review and if you would like Miranda you can go to in school suspension and study seeing how that is the only quite place to study since the library is closed. AS for you Y/N you and i will have a chat later.”
Miranda jumped up “A chat!? thats al-”
“It is none of your business. I will handle the matter how i see fit. It is a detention but i didn’t think the whole class needed to know.” Mr. hemmings said aggravated.
Then some random kid yelled “Yeah sit down before Y/N tells you off again!”
“Oi let’s talk about math!” Mr. Hemmings gleamed again and shot a wink in my direction. wait was that really a wink?
once class ended and everyone left Mr. Hemmings locked the door and walked to my desk. “Miss Y/L/N that was very naughty what you did today. Cursing at a classmate and interrupting my class bad girl. “ he tsked.
I looked him in the eye “I know but someone had to shoot that bitch down.”
He smirked then pushed my hair behind my ear “True but I don’t like seeing you pretty mouth saying dirty things unless.” he moved closer and whispered “they are to me when i behind you over my desk.”
I turned my head to where i was inches apart “Well Mr. Hemmings i am sure the school would not approve. don’t you have homework to grade anyhow.” I pushed hime away and walked to his desk “Seems like a big pile of papers to me.”
HE followed me down to his desk and pushed me into his chair on hand griped the arm rest and the other my chin “You are going to sit here and not make a single sound. Don’t worry about the school baby doll I am only a replacement i leave in a couple of months any how but before i go i wanna fuck you on the desk and eat you out right now.”
his words sent shivers down my spine. i slowly spread my legs open and pushed my skirt up. “good girl.” He pushed my panties out of the way and went straight in. First he licked long strips then swirled around my clit making sure not to actually hit is.
“Mr. Hemmings please don’t tease.” I moaned.
“Princess don’t question the teachers methods. If i wanna tease i will and you. will. love. it”
I gasped at his dirty words but before i could reply he sucked my clit and shoved two fingers in me and and curved them brushing my g-spot.”fuck Hemmings.”
He moved them faster and faster “Dont cum yet.” he stopped and pulled out his fingers and sucked on them. “You taste so good. ready for my cock?”
I nodded quickly “Yes Mr. Hemmings i am so ready.”
“Good girl now stand up and bend over my desk.”
I followed his directions and i heard the condom wrapper rip and him roll it on. HE pushed into me slowly and gentle.
“God you are so big please move.” I begged.
He pulled out them pushed in fast but sweetly. HE was a very kind yet fulfilling lover. “You feel so good baby girl. you should see how hot you look bend over my desk.” HE kept thrusting over and over till i was almost about to burst.
“Mr. Hemmings i am so close.” i whined.
“Me too on the count of three 1, 2 3 fucK!” he screamed as he came the same time as me. he pulled out then took me underwear and placed em in his pocket and pulled up his own pants. “these are mine.”
I walked over and kissed him hard. “That was fun was this detention or extra credit?” I winked.
He pulled me close and wrapped his arm around my waist. “A bit of both? how about i take you out some time?”
I smiled widely “I’d love that Mr. Hemmings.”
He kissed me then sat at his desk. “you can call me Luke when we aren’t in class or fucking Y/N.”
“Alright then yes luke i’d love to go out with you sometime.” I kissed him on the cheek and walked away.
“where are you going?” He pulled me into his lap and kissed me very hard.
“I have homework luke.” I giggled.
“Fine” he let me go “But remember there is a test friday and that if anyone asked i made you sort papers”
I nodded and walked to the door and fixed my skirt. “Yes Mr. Hemmings. And i assume you would like me to come to class early to finish stacking papers.” i shot him a wink.
“Yes Miss Y/L/N that would be lovely. drive safe.” He looked down at his papers and played with my underwear in his pocket as i left.
I fell for the way he smiles.
I fell for the freckles that are sprinkled across his nose.
I fell for his caring voice.
I fell for his beautiful blue eyes because they remind me of the ocean and that’s one of my favorite places to be.
I fell for his arms and how they wrap tightly around me as he holds me.
I fell for the way he kisses me.
I fell for the way he never fails at making me laugh.
I fell for his words.
I fell for his actions.
I fell for everything that makes him who he is.
But most of all, I fell for his heart and the way it makes my own heart feel.
I fell in love with him.