i will miss you sir

Prince Harry hosted former President Barack Obama today at Kensington Palace.  They discussed support for veterans, mental health, conservation, empowering young people and the work of their respective foundations. Barack Obama  also offered his condolences to the victims of the Manchester attack and support for those recovering from injuries.

Professor Turned Call Boy | Taeyong Smut

Can I have a call boy smut with Taeyong? He’s your professor in Uni and you’re stressed so you want someone to help with that 😏 You call and ask for the one under the name “Taeyong” not thinking it would be him despite the same name? You’re both surprised, but he found you a sexy student so he does so anyways (really rough, and daddy kink?) Please and thank you 😊😊


Character: Taeyong (NCT) / gender neutral reader (*ignore the fem in the gif, I swear this is gn*)
Word Count: 2989

Warning: well, smut of course. bad language, slight name calling, no condom, creampie, rough daddy kink, teacher/student kink, call boy?? can’t think of anything else :) enjoy!

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Mr. President (M)

Genre: Smut, University!AU
Word count: 3k
Description: Getting some private time gets harder and harder when both you and your boyfriend are busy with responsibilities. Seems like it’s your turn to be bold and make a move on your stressed man.
Warnings: Mature content
Author’s note: It’s been a while since I wrote anything and even though I wasn’t particularly skilled before, now I’m extra rusty. This was more practice than anything and hopefully I’ll like my next works more. Or maybe I’ll even like this one more in the morning, who knows. :D I didn’t proof read this one yet, I’m just eager to finally have something to post… I’m almost done with university but I will have other stuff going on this summer, so I’m still not sure how often I’ll be able to write. However I do have a chaptered work started so I’d love to release that. ^^

Dating the student council president meant busy and conflicting schedules, constant worrying when you’d see the dark circles under your boyfriend’s eyes during your morning coffee dates, and that tiny feeling of inferiority you’d try to hide whenever someone mentioned how smart and charismatic your partner is. The fact that you recently took up editing the university’s newspaper did help in boosting your ego; however making time for dates became an impossible task during busier weeks. On the other hand the student council president you were dating was Kim Namjoon, which meant constant messages no matter if he was in the same lecture hall or attending a conference across the country, deep meaningful talks about everything and nothing at all, sweet dates and mind blowing sex, which would leave your lower body sore for the next day and your skin painted in poorly hidden blotches of blue and purple. To your delight, Namjoon himself would also look like a glowing disaster when you’d spot him in the halls the next day – the usual hickey on the sensitive part of his neck making you bite your lip in satisfaction.

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~ my heart is at your service prompts ~

Anonymous said:Prompts about a king in love with his servant? //   Anonymous said:Hey! Do you have any prompts for a prince and his servant that is slowly falling in love with him? I love your blog btw <3 

 Anonymous said:Do you have any romantic prompts for a maid and her master??


See also here, for my royalty au tag for various similar prompts among other things.


1) “Perhaps your servant can see to my needs?” The visiting noble smiled, eyes fixed on the King as if they were unaware of the cheek of presuming to have the King’s personal servant at use. 
The servant looked to the King, because surely they would say no? From the rumors going around, the noble was not known for his kindness. 
Their King looked at the noble with an unreadable expression. Cool. Then they gestured a hand, the same hand that had drawn the servant close so tenderly the night before and stroked their hair with such affection. 
The servant’s stomach dropped. 


2) “Why don’t you get in?” The prince suggested without opening his eyes. “The water is warm, and you must be freezing given this weather. It might stop you slopping water over the floor in your nerves.” One eye cracked open, warm and wicked and amused. “Have you never seen a naked man before?” 
The servant floundered, flushed from the steam and - well. “You’re not a man, you’re a prince, my lord.” He scarcely knew where it was appropriate to look.
The prince laughed softly at the response, even if the servant hadn’t intended to entertain, and they felt the sound rumble right through their bones. Their stomach fluttered.
Baths and cleaning up to their knowledge were normally cold and hurried affairs, wasting as little water as possible. This, with the expansive tub and the gushing heat, was luxurious. It did look tempting. The servant hesitated. 
“Would it ease your mind if I made it into an order?”


3) The ballroom was empty in the moonlight, as she scrubbed the floors and cleared away the last debris of the grand party the night. Perhaps the emptiness should have tipped her off. Or the emergence of music quietly from the gramophone. She whipped around to find him on the edges of the room, offering her a small smile. Then his hand as he drew close, and then drew her closer still as they swayed. 
“I wanted to offer you some token of my appreciation,” he said. “For allowing me to practice with you, so I didn’t make a fool of myself dancing tonight.” 
“You and [lady’s name] made a very graceful couple, sir. I was happy to help.”
He twirled her, carefully, with a flicker of pride crossing his face as he drew her close again without fault. “I rather missed you.” 
“I think you may be rather sloshed sir, too.” Saying something like that. Her heart still pounded. 


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Of course, she’d always had feelings for the prince. Who wouldn’t? He was kind, and noble, and handsome and he was kissing so sweetly and he was  - and married. Married to her lady. 
“It’s perfectly alright,” her lady said. She approached across the floor, and brushed the serving girl’s hair gently out of her face to press a familiar kiss to her forehead. She hadn’t imagined she’d be getting those anymore. She hadn’t much imagined she’d ever kiss a prince neither. 
“We’re both very fond of you,” said the prince, caressing her cheek. “You have been most invaluable to us both. Are you alright? You look a bit-”
Stunned. Reeling. 
“Sit down,” her lady worried. “You’ve been on your feet all day.” 
This was actually happening, wasn’t it?

Seventeen Reaction to: You Being Their Hot Teacher

S.Coups: Tries his best to be your favourite student. Answers all the questions he can, even if he’s just guessing, and turns in assignments on time. Remembers your birthday and hands you a card on the day. Gives you Christmas presents too. He’s a sporty student so if you show up to any school matches, he goes hardcore and dominates the field, scoring all the points and hoping you’re impressed.

Originally posted by hanwooz

Jeonghan: The flower boy student, who has all the other students swooning over him. However, he only has eyes for you. He offers assistance as often as he can, staying back to help you clean or correct tests.

“Do you want to be a teacher after you graduate?” you ask one day. “You seem to be really interested in my job.”

“Haha, yeah! That’s it, Miss/Sir. I’m just really interesting in … teaching …”

Originally posted by ivmin

Joshua: The type to leave apples on your desk and anonymous notes that reassure you you’re doing a good job or telling you that they’re learning a lot from you. But he’s too shy to do anything more, even to answers q’s. The second you look at him, he falters and blushes and now he worries you think he’s stupid.

Originally posted by junsbug

Jun: Deep down, he really cares for your well being, as he does everyone’s. He just wants everyone to be happy, regardless of if he knows them or not. But knowing that nothing will progress past a teacher/student relationship, he’ll settle for making you blush by being greasy.

“Miss/Sir, you look great today ;)”
“I aced our test, thanks to you ;)”
“You look radiant today. But you do everyday ;)”

Originally posted by junhosh

Hoshi: *Playing games with the boys during lunch*

“99 … 100! Ready or not here I - “ But as he turns, he catches sight of you.

You’re on lunch duty, doing the rounds to check that all the students are behaving. The way the light glows behind you makes you look angelic. He forgets what he was doing, so distracted by you.

Originally posted by 7teans

Wonwoo: Seems like the sulky, emo kid that falls asleep in class sometimes. Which results in him having to be called back or staying in during lunch to clean and tidy. Not that he minds. He doesn’t talk much but you talk to him, rambling about little things that he finds cute. He likes those times together.

Originally posted by jeonwonwhoah

Woozi: A smol, hardworking student that you don’t notice much, purely because he’s so quiet and well behaved. He’s content just to watch you, though. He admires you as you teach, your gentle nature and kind smile. You’re his teacher so he knows this crush won’t lead anywhere, but he hopes to find someone like you someday.

Originally posted by seungcheofine

DK: *During a school trip, when everyone’s splashing around in the hot springs*

“Aren’t you going to jump in, Miss/Sir? The water’s plenty warm!” He pretends that he wants the teacher to have fun too but lbr he just wants to see his hot teacher in the water.

Originally posted by wonnhao

Mingyu: Knows his crush won’t lead anywhere but he’s content to admire you in class. The boys tease him for his puppy dog stare but he doesn’t mind. It’s just an innocent crush, after all.

Originally posted by visual-17

The8: Doesn’t do much tbh. Will answer if you ask him a question but is otherwise a quiet, mannerly student … in class. During lunch, he’ll have typical guy talk with the boys.

“Did you see how low Miss/Mister (S/N)’s shirt was?”

Originally posted by camera-seventeen

Seungkwan: *Tries acting cool when he sees you outside of school*

“Hello, Miss/Sir. Need a ride?”

But in all honestly he’s such a nervous nerd, esp. if his friends are around to tease him. So in class, he’s quiet and polite and maybe he’ll wish you a good evening but that results in an entire week of teasing.

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

Vernon: *All the boys are crowded around while you do rounds during lunch, checking you out*

“Look all you want, guys, but s/he’ll be mine someday ~”

Originally posted by dearhoshi

Dino: ”Good morning, Miss/Sir ~” he beams when you walk into class. He finds every excuse to spend time with you and you build a rather good student-teacher relationship. He has the boys convinced that there might be something there.

Originally posted by 7teans

Until he stays back to help you one day. And your partner walks in, carrying your child.

Originally posted by dokiom

Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming

FLUFF

Request: Hi, I have a request, I hope you don’t mind accepting! Your writing is so amazing, I wish I could write as well as you do!

Anyways…Maybe you write a oneshot about the reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony (their bf, or dad, you choose!), being the overprotective dad/bf he is, has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. Can it be really fluffy?

(You don’t have to go by this exactly, feel free to change some stuff if you feel like you need too! Write what you think would sound (?) best!) <3


Originally posted by tonystarkz

You preferred your dad to your mom. Your mom got stuck with you after sleeping with your dad and being a woman who was a gold digger, she happily threw you at your dad to go on dates and get money from her dates. Your dad actually cared about you. Your parents had very different views about what they want from you. Your mom wanted you to follow in her footsteps. Drop out and rely on some rich old dude. Your dad wanted you to do well in school, to be independent and strong, and to make a name for yourself. You happily went with what your dad wanted since its more practical and you didn’t like the old men who gave you looks that your mom brought home.

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Where is BTS???
  • *ot7 are lost in a crowd*
  • You: where the fuck is everyone
  • You: boys! YAH!
  • You: ...
  • You: INFIRES MAN!
  • Namjoon: (appearing from somewhere) IT'S INSPIRES!
  • You: there you are
  • Namjoon: where are the others?
  • You: hold on, I think I got this
  • You: I WISH I KNEW A HANDSOME BOY!
  • Jin: EXCUSE ME! HELLO?? WORLDWIDE HANDSOME *points at himself*
  • Namjoon: There you are hyung
  • You: Go two and five are missing
  • You: HELLOOO!
  • Jungkook: YES SIR I'M ONE OF A KIND!
  • You: and there's the maknae
  • Namjoon: come here jk
  • Jin: Still missing Jimin, Taehyung, Suga and J-hope
  • You: just watch me
  • You: WHERE'S MY HOPE?! WHERE'S MY ANGEL?!
  • Hoseok: *jumping out of the crowd* I'M HERE!
  • Jin: well, now they're just missing Jimin, Tae and Suga
  • Namjoon: where tf are them?
  • You: i say..hold..on!
  • You: *takes phone and play Cypher pt.4*
  • Taehyung: I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE MYSELF! I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW MYSELF!
  • You: there it is Tae...now Jimin
  • You: I LOVE YOUR EARRING JUNGKOOK, IT'S SO COOL!
  • Jimin: I DID THAT FIRST! I WAS BORN IN BUSAN FIRST!
  • Hoseok: we get it Jiminnie
  • Jungkook: yes, shut up hyung
  • Jimin: But-!
  • You: shut up everyone, god...where's Suga?
  • Taehyung: I didn't see him anywhere
  • Jin: me neither
  • Yoongi: CAN EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP?! ARGH! SO ANNOYING!
  • Namjoon: oh, all this time he was there...sleeping
  • Hoseok: for some reason don't surprise me

anonymous asked:

Snape x blind 6th year student reader where snape makes fun of her in class without realising that she's blind because she's always managed well, until she makes some sassy comment and he then realises and then later on he finds her crying in a corridor because some Slytherin's decided to drag her somewhere and get her lost..

continued: Snape brings her back to his room as it’s too late to get into the gryffindor common room and she asks if she can do something odd and he accepts so she feels his face to see what he looks like. And can she also mention something about how nice his voice is? Thanks :))

Hey sunshine,

Sure, I will do my best! I hope you like it.

AND I proclaim that it happens before Potter comes along (like a year or three before that); so Snape is relatively young, but not tortured by Lily’s death.

Name: I do not want you to leave.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” you hear Snape’s voice right over your head, so you flinch, almost dropping your wand in the potion. “Do you know the difference between red and yellow? Or are all colors of the Gryffindor flag same to you?” you freeze. You were sure you did everything correctly, checked the tags on the chemicals at least four times before using each one of them. They all were correct.

“No, sir,” you answer quietly. 

“Then why on Earth would you put in the powder of rat’s bones instead of the powder of the poppy seeds? Or did you decide to improve my own recipe by exploding the whole castle?”

“I… I am sure I put in the right ingredient. Are you sure you wrote the right instructions?” Snape’s breathing gets quieter and must more hateful, so you can almost feels how much he wants to strangle you.

“Are you questioning my ability to write, miss?”

“No, only your ability to label the ingredients properly, with the correct usage of Braille,” you answer calmly. “I used the ingredients with the correct tags.”

“Braille?” you nod. “You are blind.”

“Uhm… So hard to notice the dark glasses, cane, and the weird way of walking? Professor, you may need to check your ability to see students, you are doing much worse than I am,” your classmates pulls your sleeve, hoping that you would stop before Snape decides to kill you, but he seems to not be willing to.”

“My… apologies,” he answers finally, much quieter than before. You hear him whisper something under his breath, and the potion in front of you disappears. “I will make sure the ingredients are labeled properly from now on,” you nod and hear him walk away, his robe swishing by your side.


“Hate those Slytherins,” you murmur later that evening, as you are walking around the basement, trying to find your way out. The most annoying thing ever is probably when those morons get you as a group and abandon you in the middle on the basements, so you spend there whole night, trying to find a way back to the Gryffindor tower.

“Miss Y/L/N?” you hear Snape’s voice coming from somewhere, so you turn around.

“Oh, Professor Snape? What a lucky meeting, I’ve been looking for you all over the place,” you smile at him. “How are you doing, sir?”

“You have been looking for me just to ask how I am doing?” you nod. “I am doing well despite having a student walking around the castle in the middle of the night.”

“Then I shall return to my room, professor,” you answer calmly, turning around, then stopping and turning back to him. “Uhm… Professor?”

“Yes?” you can almost feel how he is sarcastically lifting an eyebrow - your classmates told you that’s what he keeps doing to show sarcasm.

“Could you… Could you point me in the direction of the Gryffindor tower, sir?” Snape walks up to you and gently grabs your shoulder. “Sir?”

“Let me walk you, miss. You don’t have your wand or your cane, I suppose it’s only adequate that I make sure you make it to your room before morning.”

“Thank you, sir,” you murmur, and Snape simply keeps pushing you forward, one hand almost wrapped around your shoulders.

“I do need you to tell me who did that,” he notices at some point, when you are walking upstairs. “Who was it?”

“Just a Slytherin kid,” you shrug your shoulders. “It’s always them, but you may have guessed that I am not that good at remembering faces.”

“Very funny. I will make sure they are punished. Careful,” Snape quickly pulls you closer, as the staircase, which you almost stepped on, starts rapidly moving.

“Thanks,” he nods, not hurrying to let go of you.

“You really should be more careful,” Snape slowly releases you and leads you in the tower, then to your room. “You have your own because of the vision impairment?”

“Yes, sir,” you drop on the bed and smile. “God, I missed this place.”

“Well, now, that you are safe…”

“Professor, may I ask to do something… odd?” you ask quietly, and he agrees, sitting by your side. You do wonder why he seems to care for you. “Sir, permission to… see your face?” he doesn’t answer, so you lean forward and slightly touch his face, brushing your fingers against his eyelids and lips. “Wow.”

“I suppose you understand that this act should remain between us and not be discussed with other students, miss?” you smile and nod quickly, your hand sliding down his jaw and neck, when Snape catches your fingers. “Miss?” you smile apologetically, and Snape lets go of your hand.

“I am sorry, sir.”

“That’s alright. Miss Y/L/N, you really should go to sleep. It’s past midnight,” Snape slowly pulls away, as you smile sadly.

“You do have an amazing voice, sir… It fits you,” you murmur, as you lean back and crawl in a ball under a blanket. Snape giggles, or makes somehow similar sound, not going anywhere for some reason - just sitting there next to you.

“What career are you going to pursue after you leave Hogwarts?” he asks finally. “I never ask that, but your case seems rather…”

“Unusual?” you grin. “Yeah, people tend to believe that I am not complete without the vision… I was thinking of doing potions, but that seems quite impossible without a good assistant. So I will probably stick to the ministry work… And kill myself because of it,” you grin again.

“You may want to stay in Hogwarts.”

“As a librarian? I don’t think so.”

“As my assistant. I am looking for one, and you are doing quite well for your disability. Incredibly well, actually, you could become a good potions master,” you sit up, not understanding what the hell was happening.

“Professor, what is wrong?”

“Only that Dumbledore requires for me to hire an assistant from the current students, and I dread the thought of hiring any one from the Slytherin… our dear director is a Gryffindor, there is no way he will let me get one more Slytherin. Also, you are very good.”

“Sounds… too flattering. Professor, I am blind, but I am not dumb. Why are you offering me this job? It’s Hogwarts, a great place, officially the highest salary in the educational institutions in magical Britain… Professor, why?” he sighs, raising his hand and slowly stroking your cheek, brushing his finger against your lips. Snape breathes in, terribly slowly.

“Because I do not want you to leave,” he answers quietly, and you freeze, really wishing you could see his face right now. And, as if knowing it, Snape gently takes your hand and allows you to touch his face, your fingers running by the his stressed forehead and the tensed muscles, as if he is about to erase your memory and run away if anything happens.

“I don’t want to leave,” you answer just as quietly, your fingers stroking his jaw, as Snape carefully puts his hand on your waist and pulls you closer, pressing his lips against yours.

8

I always thought about theatre  –  I’m not sure about film, but certainly in the theatre  –  if I could press two buttons, first I’d have my lines going across the back of the auditorium, with electric lights   –  that would calm me down. The other one is all actors should have a t-shirt, whatever the costume, that just says on it, “Believe it or not, I’m doing my best.”

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Name: May I have your hand?
Pairing: Snape x reader
Summary: just as McGonagall had to do with the Gryffindor, Snape has to do with the Slytherins, and he decides to ask you to help him with the dancing.

“The Yule ball is approaching,” Snape starts the unexpected Slytherin meeting. “Our House is known for having perfect manners, so I expect you to be worthy of our traditions and reputation. The ball consists of mostly dancing, but I want you all to know the rules and moves perfectly.”

“Do you have the moves, sir?” a brave guy asks, and Snape shakes his head, ignoring the question, as he approaches you and stops right in front of you.

“Now, remember the simple rules. Y/N, do you mind helping me with that?” you quickly agree, and Snape gratefully smiles at you. “Before asking a lady to dance, you should bow,” he slightly bows in front of you and offers you his hand - palm up. “Miss Y/L/N, may I have your hand for this dance?”

“It will be my honor, professor,” you nod, bowing for a second and placing your hand in his, and he quickly squeezes it. Snape helps you up and leads in the middle of the room. He gently takes your right hand in his left, wrapping your palm with his cold fingers.

“Place your hand on my shoulder,” he demands, and you carefully put your hand on his shoulder, trying not to touch the suit. “Miss, I am not biting.”

“Sorry, sir,” you lower the hand, resting it on his shoulder, as Snape lifts his right hand and puts it on your waist, slowly pulling you closer with the unreadable face expression. But you assume he wants to kill Dumbledore for making this lessons a rule.

“Now, always make sure you know the count of the music,” he comments, as the music starts in the background. “If you mess up with the music, I will make sure I spend the rest of the night in my company. And remember, if you are a man,” he glances towards the guys. “You must lead.”

“What about equality?” asks one of the girls, and Snape sighs.

“Equality does not exist in dances. Now, one, two, three,” he counts down for you and starts dancing. You are surprised, but Snape does have the moves - his movements are usually quick, but now he is rather soft and gentle. The same whisper goes around the room - no one before saw Snape dance, and now it is not only amusing, but a highly attractive picture. Not once he messes up with his steps or lets you do so, guiding you, and ensuring that you don’t have to make steps too large for you. “Remember to control your steps. If you are much taller than your partner, Mr. Malfoy, you should not rush and make those huge steps, as your rush will destroy your dance altogether. Small steps, soft hands, do not take your eyes off the partner. Even if you are dancing with a troll, I want your eyes locked on them.”

“Where did you learn how to dance, professor?” asks someone.

“I am a Hogwarts professor, I have to. You are allowed to talk to your partner, but do not stop dancing, as the other couples will not appreciate that,” the music ends, and Snape lets go of your waist and lowers your hands. “After the dance, you are obliged to lead your lady back to her seat,” he walks you towards your chair and seats you down. “Do not leave your lady’s side unless she allows you to, and never let her feel bored or abandoned. Is everything clear?”

“Yes, sir,” the House answers - most of you know how to dance, but seeing Snape actually show you that even he is so good at it was impressive. You see jealous glances of other girls, and you realize that you will be asked to describe what it felt like to dance with the scariest professor of the whole school.

“Miss,” Snape quickly bows again. “It was a pleasure. Thank you.”

“You are welcome, professor,” you nod, trying to not blush. You manage to do that, but you know that it will be much harder to forget about what good a dancer Snape is, and how perfectly he leads in a dance, even though the initial impression is that he is hardly capable of dancing.

anonymous asked:

Heya! Can you write something in a modern AU please? I love kids so maybe Claire's a preschool teacher and meets Jamie while he drops off his nephew in the morning (he's doing the school run for his sis). Maybe she mistakes him for a single father? Lol thank you kindly!

Claire Beauchamp sat in her brightly decorated classroom surveying her handiwork. She loved being a teacher more than anything in the world and threw herself into opening up the world for them. Books, art supplies, a clawfoot tub to hunker down in, as well as bins full of sensory toys neatly lined the walls on both sides of her. It was even more accessible for the students than the previous years, she was convinced. She took another sip of now chilled tea when she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

The door creaked open to see a man and rather nervous little boy in a uniform standing before her. She motioned for them to continue towards her.

“Why hello Mr….” she faltered. “Erm, I’m Miss Beauchamp. How can I help you, sir?”

“Fraser. Jamie Fraser.” Jamie replied hurriedly. “And this is Wee Jamie. Say hello Mistress Beauchamp, lad!”

Wee Jamie buried himself in the older man’s well pressed slacks to mumble something close to a greeting.

“It’s okay Wee Jamie!” Claire enthused. “Why don’t you go sit in the bean bag chairs and look at some books while I talk to your father here.”

With a nod, the boy ran over to flop down into the extra fluffy chairs.

The ginger haired man’s cheeks flushed as he tripped over his words. “But, bu-, erm. I really need to get to work and his Mam will be picking him up this afternoon. I apologize Miss Beauchamp.”

He quickly turned on his heel to make a hasty exit.

She sighed a bit then went back about her day.

*****

A few weeks into the school year Claire noticed that Mr. Fraser would invariably drop the boy off then beg forgiveness to leave. He seemed to genuinely care for the boy but would blanch when asked to stay until the other children arrived. Wee Jamie’s mother was busy running a farm as well as having other kids but she seemed more involved in the school side of things. It was none of her business but it still bothered her.

Another Monday rolled around and she decided to bite the bullet and talk to Mr. Fraser. Being a good teacher wasn’t easy but she knew it would be worth it in the long run.

“Miss Beauchamp?” Jamie called. “My sister said you wanted to speak to me about the wee’un?”

Wait. What?

“He’s your nephew?” she squeaked. “I thought he was your son!”

A booming laugh filled the room as he grasped her hand.

“Ach, no!” he retorted. “He’s my sister’s bairn. I wondered why every time I tried to ask you out I got blanked.”

She stood there for a few seconds blinking in nonbelief. “You want to go out with me?”

“Is Friday good?”