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Beautiful (Beau Bennett)

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A bright light was shining onto the closed eyes of the player laying on your medical table. His eyes, gorgeous blue ones (not that you noticed), fluttered open and you watched his pupils react to the brightness attacking them.

“Hi, Hun. Can you tell me what your name is?” You asked softly, still moving the pen back and forth.

“Beau…and your name must be Beautiful.”

“Cute,” You snapped the light off. “My name’s Y/N. What’s today’s date?”

“The day I met my future wife.” You gave him a bland expression and he smirked in response.

“I’m sure she’s a lucky lady. Date, Mr. Bennett?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” You fought a smile but felt your lips quirk up in the corners. “HA! I got you to smile.”

You scoffed and quickly recalled your neutral expression. “Let’s try that again…what is today’s date?”

“Oh, why didn’t you just ask that the first time?It’s February 2nd.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off before you could speak. “The year is 2017 and we are on the planet Earth.”

“Well I’d hate for you to think you were on Mars…glad you remembered the Earth part. Final question-”

He cut you off. “If it’s a proposal the answer is yes.”

You just looked at him. “What’s the last thing you remember doing?”

“Welllllll….I was flirting with the cute doctor lady…”

“Before you came back to consciousness.” You specified.

“I got flattened by somebody in a blue jersey.”

“Not too bad, Mr. Bennett. I’d say just a possible concussion. Are you familiar with in-game concussion procedure?”

He snorted. “You mean where I get locked in a dark room to contemplate my sins?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Once your timer is up I’ll come back and give you the final verdict.”

“Feel free to wear a sexy nurse outfit when you come back instead of the khakis. I won’t mind.” He called out.

“I’ll take it into consideration.” What a little punk, you thought as you turned off the lights and closed the door. Granted, he was a cute and really funny punk, but a punk nonetheless. You made your way over to the New Jersey bench and let his coach know what was happening.

You’d been the head team doctor for the St. Louis Blue’s for almost four years and with the organization since you’d won an internship through your college at age 18. So now, at the ripe old age of 24, you’d been with the team for six years. The team doctor you had trained under retired three months after you graduated, so the team offered you a position you hadn’t expected to earn until you were well into your 30s.


Opening the door after the 30 minutes had passed you heard his voice as soon as the light was flicked on.

“I’m disappointed. No sexy nurse outfit.” You rolled your eyes before turning to walk in his direction.

“I hope you contemplated your sin of lust during your timeout.”

“No such luck, Beautiful. I’m not lusting so much as planning for the future.” You gave another bland look and shined the light in his eyes. “Ow!” He protested. “Beautiful, your looks already blind me, no need to add the light.”

“Maybe one day your cliche lines will work for you.” Clicking the light off, you wrote down your results on the NHL medical report.

He was still sputtering. “Cliche?! Beautiful, those “lines” come from the bottom of my heart!”

“I’m sure.” You flashed a smile in his direction. “You check out though. No concussion. Just flat knocked out courtesy of Colton.”

“Parayko, hmm…..”He pondered for a minute. “Do you call all of your patients by their first name.” You blushed a little before defending yourself.

“Just the ones on my team.” You changed the subject. “If you hurry, you’ll be able to skate out with your team for the 3rd period. I’ll walk with you so I can tell Hynes that you’re cleared to play.”

“What’s the score?”

“2-1.”

“Is your team or mine winning?”

A bit of pride infused your tone. “Mine, of course.”

“Beautiful, what would you say about a wager?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’d say my name is Y/N…but continue.”

“If I score the GWG, you go on a date with me. And before you make excuses,” he said reaching over to close your mouth that had been open to protest. “We don’t fly out until Saturday morning. That gives us a full day to work with.”

“You do realize that your team needs to score two more goals?”

“Beautiful, I can do basic math. I know I just look like a pretty face…”

You flushed enough to match his jersey’s logo. “I didn’t…I meant that….FINE!!”

He smirked. “I’ll see you after the game so we can make plans then.” Another dazzling smile before he went into the locker room. You glared at the door before you stalked towards their bench to wait for their coach.




30 minutes later you stared in absolute disbelief as number eight in red streaked down the ice on a breakaway with less than a minute left in the game. The game had been tied less than a minute into the period and had remained that way. Until now, you thought, as the puck sailed into the back of the net, sealing their victory,

He shot you a blinding smile as he skated by your bench on the way to get fistbumps from his bench. Punk.

“Was that so bad?” Beau asked as he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He had taken you to one of your favorite restaurants in the city before the two of you spent the evening walking around the zoo. It had been beyond cliche. But you had truly had a fantastic time.

“I had a fantastic time.” You told him honestly as he buckled himself in. “Don’t get a big head or anything…but it was the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”

A slight red tinge came to his cheeks at the praise. “I’m glad you had a good time.” You made small talk as he drove back to your apartment. The conversation wasn’t forced and when you lapsed into silence, it was comfortable, not awkward. You turned to tell him goodbye as he pulled in front of your building, but he got out, too. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t see you to your front door?”

“A typical date?”

“Well, I’m not typical date.” When you reached your door he hesitated. “Would you consider going on another date? Seeing where this thing goes?” For the first time since you’d known him he looked nervous.

“Beau…” You bit your lip. “As much as I enjoyed this date…and I really, really did. And as much as I love talking with you…and again, I really, really do. I don’t want to pursue a long distance relationship.”

“I understand, Beautiful. I’m still allowed to snapchat and text you, right?”

You chuckled. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. If you’re feeling super risky…you can even call me.”

“Can I kiss you goodnight?”

You leaned close, your body flush to his. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

So he did.




A 149 day snap streak, countless texts and phone calls later, you could definitely say there had been no loss of contact. You grabbed your phone that was ringing and answered it without checking the caller ID.

“It’s Y/N.” You said stirring your soup. Chicken noodle was for lunch today.

“Beautiful,” A smile formed on your face at the greeting. “You really need to stop lying about your name to me. I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Hi Beau…” A smile was stretched across your face and you leaned against the counter to better focus on the conversation.

“My name is no longer Beau to you. I demand a pet name like Peaches or Sweetie!” ….Peaches?

“Beau.” You emphasized his name. “You know how I feel about the long distance thing…even if it is you.”

You heard a snort. “Beautiful, don’t you know what the date is?”

“Yeah? It’s July 1st….”

“Wrong. It’s the day my future wife finally agrees to officially be my girlfriend.”

“Beau.” Your voice was firm, but he just talked over you.

“Personally, I think that the blue will complement my eyes a lot better. I’m not so sure about the music note, though…”

You processed his words and then almost dropped your phone. “You’re coming to St. Louis?!” You let out a choked cry. “If this is a joke it’s not funny!”

“The ink’s all dry, Beautiful. The media finds out at one. But…I wanted you to know first.”

“You’re really coming here?” Tears of pure happiness were clouding your vision and falling down your face.

“Yes, Beautiful. I really am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “So can I finally call you mine?…I mean I have been for months…but I mean officially.”

You laughed loudly. “As soon as you ask in person.”

“I will.” He paused. “When you open the door.”

“Huh?” And then a loud knock sounded at your front door.

Beau laughed silently to himself as he heard a shriek and then a crash before a pounding of footsteps rushing towards the door. It swung open and he was wrapped in a hug, which he gladly returned. And as he breathed in your scent, bending down to kiss the top of your head, he felt home for the first time since he had joined the NHL.


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Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

Originally posted by gyuwoo


GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring…

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/


You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

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Letters

Word count: 3098

You get Kai out of prison world but he’s afraid you’ll hurt him, so you write him a letter saying you love him

‘Ok, truth or dare?’ Kai stated the question, pulling his legs closer to his body. 

‘Truth!’ You said enthusiasticly and showed him a big smiles, twirling a small flower with your fingers, that you pulled out od the grass surrounding you. 

'When was the last time you used magic?’ Kai asked and a smile immediately started fading away from your face, replacing with sadness and maybe even a little pain in your eyes. You looked down at your hand and a small yellow flower that was starting to lose its beautiful shape, drying as you plucked a few petals off. 

'I can’t even remember. You know that, they aren’t exactly sure if they should even give me any magic. They say I’m a freak. Some parents, huh?’ You added and threw the flower a few feet away from you and then picked up a different one, fresh and beautifully colored. 

'You know you’re not a freak. You’re just…different. Like me and there’s nothing wrong with that. Hey, if you ask me, I think we’re gonna rule the world someday and show everyone that we’re not a threat or anything. You’ll see. It will get better.’ Kai trailed off and caressed your hand a few times, assuring you that there was nothing to worry about. You chuckled and smiled at him again, his beautiful blue eyes staring deeply into yours. 

'You’re always so positive about everything.' 

'I try to be. It’s not like I have anyone else to help me up when I’m down or someone who could tell me that I’m not an abomination and that I should show everyone how beautiful my powers are.’ He cleared his throat and smiled for a brief second before he looked down at his hands and kept quiet for what it seemed like hours. You knew how hard his life was and how hard his family was on him. It hurt you to see him like that and you did everything to make him feel better. 

'Hey. Like you said. We will rule the world someday and it will be awesome. Because, let’s face it, no one is as cool as we are. Hello, we can absorb magic and it’s unique and beautiful, so, screw them.’ You chuckled at your words, finding it a bit weird because you haven’t cursed in your life a lot. It was how you were raised. To be polite and always use the right words, but the conditions you were in, sometimes those words were the only ones that matched the situation. 

'Wow, who is this girl? I don’t know her. You know, you should curse more often, it’s kinda hot.’ Kai teased you as you leaned in and hit his arm playfully, Kai acting like it hurt but then both of you started laughing and laid down on the big blanket that was spread over a beautiful green grass filled with tiny little flowers that you used to practice magic on. When you had magic, it was the most exciting thing ever. You came to a field which was field with flowers, but when they became withered, you used your magic to bring them back to life. Even though you were using your magic for a good cause, your family still thought that you should be restrained from that and try to act like a normal human being. It wasn’t as easy as everyone thought. There were days when you felt like you were on fire, but they didn’t care. That’s why you had Kai by your side. You were a siphon and so was he and that’s what brought you together. Throughout the years, you became very close to him. You did everything together, but lately you were starting to grow some feelings for him. One night, you went to his house and waited for him on the swing where you would always hang out. You waited for him for almost an hour and he didn’t show up. You didn’t understand why until you heard someone screaming in the woods not too far from his home. You ran as fast as you could and hid behind a big tree, but still had a perfect view on what was happening. Kai was down on the floor, rolling around  in pain while his father stood before him with something in his hand and kept chanting. You didn’t understand what they were doing but seeing Kai like that made your tears form in your eyes. You couldn’t do anything and your heart broke when he disappeared completely from that place. The screaming stopped and all members of the gemini coven stood there in one place, Kai’s father having a big smile on his face. You couldn’t believe what was in front of your eyes. The thing that Joshua held in his hands was called the ascendant. You have read about them but never thought they were real. The legend said that they could create other worlds, identical to ours but instead of normal time, days would repeat themselves over and over again. You knew you had to get it somehow, because you were on a mission and that mission was getting Kai out of that hell hole. 


18 years have passed since the last time you saw Malachai Parker. 18 years and you still couldn’t get the image of him being dragged and locked inside the 1994 prison world. You weren’t a siphon anymore. You were now a heretic. Half siphon and half vampire. Your body was frozen at the age you saw Kai last and you didn’t want to change. You also hadn’t given up on getting Kai out of there. After all these years, you weren’t sure if he would even be alive, but everytime that popped into your mind, you quickly shook it away. Kai was out there somewhere and you were coming from him. You found the same ascendant Joshua used back in 1994 and found the spell that was suppossed to take you to exact place where Kai was. You were nervous and afraid you would fail, but after mergening with your sibling and winning, you had the ability to do magic and after years and years of practicing, you were ready. You waited for the right time and used the blood that Bonnie gave you a long time ago. You poured some on the ascendant and started chanting, everything around you getting lighter and lighter with each second, the wind caressing your cheeks. Your eyes were closed and you kept repeating the spell until the ascendant closed. You opened your eyes and looked around, taking in all the similarities out there. It all seemed so familiar and when you looked around one more time, you realized that you were in Mystic Falls. 

'What the-?’ You muttered under your breath and started roaming the streets of Mystic Falls, confused as to how everything looked he same as out there in the real world. It was a bit scary but also helpful because it was something you knew like the back of your hand. You stopped in front of a coffee shop and picked up the newspaper, spreading it out and quickly went theough the pages. You were hoping you would find something, but nothing important cam  up until you closed them and saw the front page. May 10th 1994. It was the day Kai disappeared. You read the article and swallowed hard, throwing the newspaper back on the side walk and started walking again. You stopped in front of Mystic Grill and went inside, hoping you would find him here. After all, he was obsessed with food so seeing him in here wouldn’t be such a big surprise. 

'Kai?’ You muttered out, looking around to see if anyone was in there. 'Hello? Anyone in here? Kai I know that you’re here. I’m here to take you home.’ You shouted, but there was still no sign of Kai. You sighed heavily and prepared yourself to walk out of the Grill. 

'Are you really?’ You stopped at the sound of a male voice echoing through the big room, but it sure wasn’t loud enough for you. You froze at one spot, afraid to turn around. You were scared of what could have happened but at the same time, you wanted to see Kai’s face more than anything. 

'Hello? Are you just going to stand there or are you going to talk to me?’ He said abruptly as your hands started shaking. You sighed heavily once more before you turned around as slow as you could, your jaw almost dropping down when you saw him. Fuck. Language! 

'It’s me. I- Remember me? We were best friends in 1994. We- we used to hang out a lot.’ You answered and took a few steps closer but he didn’t want you to get closer. 

'Why are you here and how are you so young? It’s been eighteen years! Are you really- is that- is that really you?’ He asked and pointed at you, placing his hand on his mouth as he leaned against one of the tables, running his fingers roughly through his hair. It was like he was avoiding your eyes and didn’t want to face you. 

'It is me. I- I came to save you. I came for you, Kai. You’ll be ok now.’ You said gently, trying to calm him down and convince him that it was ok if he trusted you. You were still his friend just like you were 18 years ago. You took a few steps closer, watching every detail on his face, confused as to how is he still so young after so much time had passed. It was unbelievable and amusing but it also scared you a little bit. 'How are you so young? I- it’s unbelievable.’ You asked him, your gaze foxused on him. 

'I don’t know. It’s something about this place and not to mention all the days have been the same, like they’re on some magical loop. It really changes you, you know.’ Kai stuttered and took a deep breath, exhaling deeply and sat on the table that was placed behind him, his legs dangling from it. Kai was staring at you but kept quiet like he was waiting for something. 

'Look, as much as I would like to stay here and talk to you, we really have to go home. Eclipse is about to happen and we don’t want to miss it, except if you want to spend an extra day in this…hell hole.’ You chuckled a bit, but Kai’s face was still serious. 

'How are we- how can you take us out of here?’ Kai asked. 

'You’ll see. C'mon.’ You ordered and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the Grill and to the place where you were suppossed to be. In the woods. You stumbled over your feet a dew times, hearing Kai chuckle everytime behind you which only made you smile a little bit. Oh, how much you have missed that laugh of his. It was like music to your ears. You weren’t just happy that you had found Kai, you were happy because all the feelings that you had back then in 1994 were still there. You were still in love with Kai and wanted to tell him with everything you had in yoir body, but it wasn’t the right time. 

You stopped and looked at the hole in front of you and then back at Kai. 

'Ready?’ Kai looked at you befuddled for a second, but after that a smile flashed across his face, making you go weak at the knees. His eyes were a light shade od blue, like when the sun shines down on the blue ocean water. You got lost in them for a minute and forgot why were you even there. You cleared your throat and shook your head, snapping out of your thoughts. 

'So long 1994.’ He trailed off, making you chuckle as you started saying the spell, the ascendant in your hands opening and the biggest wheel in the middle spinning, covered in Bennett blood as the light of eclipse shone down onto you and Kai. 

'Sangima Mearma, Ascendarum Cavea’  you kept repeating the spell until there was a white light surrounding you and after a few moments, everything stopped. There was no wind, no light, only a bunch of trees surrounding you. Kai looked around as everything seemed surreal.

'We’re here? This is it?’ Kai asked.

'Yes. We’re back. You can finally continue with your life as you used to. I can stay with you if you want. I wouldn’t mind if-’

'No.’ Kai said abruptly, taking you by surprise. He took a step back and shook his head 'no’. You swallowed hard, trying to suppress a single tear to fall down that was forming in your eye.

'What- what do you mean no?’ You asked him, your voice barely audible.

'i don’t trust you.’

'What do you mean? It’s still me, Kai. I’m your best friend.’ You muttered, trying to convince him that it was going to be fine but he didn’t believe you.

'You’re going to hurt me. Gemini coven sent you to get me out so you can hurt me. I- I don’t want you close.’ He claimed and stepped away from you. His walking soon turned into running. You were hurt at the way he reacted as you were expecting much more from him and you wanted to continue where you and Kai left off before he was sent to prison world. But instead of that, Kai was afraid of you and it hurt you more than anything. You spent a few more minutes in the woods and then used our vampire speed and ran back to your house, slamming the doors behind you, feeling frustrated and sad at the same time. You roughly ran your fingers through your hair and started pacing around the house, thinking of a way to get Kai to believe you. You saw a single paper and a pen on your coffee table in your living room and picked it up. Everything that had build up inside you throughout the years, you let it out and put it on the paper. Your feelings for Kai, completely everything. It was time he knew how you felt about him and it might be the only thing that could bring him back to you or push him ever further away from you. You read it one more time before folding the paper and putting it inside a simple envelope. You grabbed your jacket and ran fast to where you thought Kai would be and you were right. He was inside the house, all alone. You pushed the envelope through a narrow opening on the doors and ran away with your vampire speed, not wanting for Kai to see you just yet. You hid behind a tree not too far from his house, waiting for him. After  few moments, he opened the front door in a hurry and slammed them behind him. He started running and had a piece of paper in his hand. A small smile appeared on your face. You started running behind him and then cheated a little bit, using your vampire speed and stopped right in front of him. When he looked at you he stopped a few feet away from you, catching his breath. You saw his chest rising up and down from heavy breathing and you heard his fast heartbeat, sounding like it would jump out of his chest any minute.

'Are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something?’ You yelled loudly enough for Kai to hear you, but he was still quiet. Out of nowhere, he started running towards you, his arms instantly wrapping around your body when he reached you. He pulled your body closer to his, his heartbeat luder than ever, and so was yours. You could feel each others heartbeats on one anothers bodies. He cupped your face and leaned in, brushing his lips against yours before he finally pressed them against your lips, deepening the kiss as seconds passed. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging on it lightly, his body moving even closer to you, like he was afraid that you would run away from him if there was only an inch of space between your bodies. He pulled away but hadn’t let go of you. He kept you as close as he could, his hot breath brushing on your face every so often.

'Did you mean every word you said in that letter?’ Kai asked, out of breath and pecked your lips swiftly.

'Every word. I love you, Kai. I’ve been in love with you since 1994. I didn’t want to let you go and when I saw you being dragged away and how your family abandoned you and sent you away, my heart broke into million pieces. I wanted to help you but I didn’t know how. I have spent years trying to find the right ascendant and to find a way to get you out, but when you turned me down today, I thought I was about to lose you forever.’ You muttered, a single tear streaming down your face. Kai placed his palm on your cheek and wiped your tear away with his thumb as you slowly leaned into his palm, his touch feeling so soft and gentle against your skin.

'I was afraid. You kind of lose all faith in people when they abandon you like that. I’m sorry, I- I would never leave you. I just needed some time. You have no idea how long I spent thinking about you and how much I have missed you. You were the only thing that kept me going when I was trapped in there.’

You were completely lost for words and just kept looking at him and how his beautiful blue eyes became even more blue when tears were forming in his eyes. He looked more beautiful than ever.

'You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’m here. For you.’ You whispered and hugged him tightly, his strong arms wrapping around your body.

'I know. And- hey, look at me.’ He lifted your head up, his eyes meeting yours. 'I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. Ok?’

'Ok.’ You whispered and pulled him in for another kiss, is lips feeling like they were made for you. He was still that old Kai you fell in love with and he was yours. Only yours.


(A/N: I would like to thank @psingh97 for helping me with this, you are awesome!)

Imagine you're a male teacher that seduces one of your students - Part 1

Request: I would love to request a story about a male professor seducing and impregnating a female student, the watching her give birth, all from his perspective.

As the beginning of the new school year came around, you started looking through some of the roster for your classes this year. You were most excited for your senior literature class. You had heard from the other teachers at teacher orientation that there were a few prominent students that would be entering your class this year.  You couldn’t wait to put names to faces with the students in your class.

The first day of school came quickly. You made sure to coordinate your tie with your socks. You had to make the right impression on these kids from the start. Your dress shirt emphasized your muscular chest and upper arms, and your shirtsleeves were rolled up to show your muscular forearms. Your fitted khaki pants just barely show the outline of your sizeable cock and highlights your round ass. As soon as you walk through the doors of the school, you feel stares coming at you from everyone: girls staring at you with desire, their boyfriends staring at you with jealousy, female teachers eyeing you, and gay boys eye-raping you, to name a few.  You go into the teachers lounge and help yourself to a cup of coffee. The first bell rings and you nod to a few of the female teachers staring and you and drooling in the corner of the lounge before making your way to your classroom.  The room is mostly full, save for a few empty desks. You walk in and place your briefcase and coffee down on your desk wordlessly. You circle to the chalkboard and write your name in the middle of it.
“Good morning students,” You say, turning around to face the class. “My name is Maxwell Grey. Please call me Mr. Grey while in class, you can call me anything else you’d like outside of the classroom,” You add suggestively.
“Lets start by taking role. Matthew Adams?”
“Here.”
“Catherine Bealls?”
“Present, Mr. Grey,” A nerdy-looking girl stares up at me from the front row.
“Kaitlyn DeSantos?”
“Here.”
You continue through the long list marking off checks next to names to signify that the students are present. You reach one of the last names on your list.
“Mia Valdano?”
No answer. Your eyes scan the room. You move on to finish the attendance and then begin to cover the course syllabus. “This is your higher level Literature class. We’ll be covering a number of different works this year, including The Scarlet Letter, Hamlet, and the Great Gatsby, to name a few. And I strongly support watching the movie version along with the books. Also I-”
You’re interrupted by the door flying open. A girl, probably around 5'6" with a curvy figure and flawless tan skin and dark wavy hair, stands in the doorway.  You smirk.
“You must be Miss Valdano,” You say, motioning for her to come in to the classroom.  Her breasts bounce slightly beneath her short sundress as she walks towards you, and you estimate that they must be at least C-cups, if not D’s.
“You guessed it,” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. You look her straight in her eyes and something sparks between us. You swallow and break the silence.
“Have a seat, Miss Valdano. I was just getting to the exciting part of the syllabus.”
She walks away, her shapely ass noticeably swaying from side to side as she walks.
You clear your throat and keep reading.
“Being tardy to this class is unacceptable. 3 tardies gets you a detention with me.” You make sure to lock eyes with Mia again.  She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. You finally finish with the syllabus a few minutes before class is over.
“Looks like our time is up,” You say. “You’re all dismissed.”
The students all get up, the noise level rising as they begin chattering to each other about their next classes.
“Miss Valdano, may I speak with you for a moment?”
Mia looks up and then murmurs something to her group of friends who then separate from her as she walks to the front of the classroom.
“Yes, Mr. Grey?”
You take a seat in the chair behind your desk.
“I just wanted to let you know that the tardy policy still stands even on the first day. That’s strike one for you,” You say, seeming uninterested with her. “Are we clear?”
She looks like she wants to complain, but she shuts her mouth, then says,“I understand, Mr. Grey.”
You look up at her. “Good.”

The first weeks go by quickly. Mia is tardy a second time. A handful more students are tardy a first time. By this point, you’ve also begun to figure out who the promising students are. Mia is one of them. Careful of her wording in her speech and writing, everything is phrased beautifully. You try to imagine what she’s like outside of class, how she is in bed and what kind of experience she has. You decide that she’s the one. She’ll likely go for you, since you’re young, 23 and just out of college, and you’re attractive. You’ve noticed continuous stares from people, but you notice that she tries to act uninterested.  You look in the school’s computer system to check when her birthday is. It passed already this year, so she is 18 and no longer a minor.
The third time she’s tardy is a Thursday. You’re going over a chapter summary of the current work the class is studying when she flies through the doorway.
“Miss Valdano, that’s your third absence. See you at 3:30 today in this room for detention. Don’t be late.”
Her face turns a deep shade of red as the class “ooohs” at her. You quickly turn their attention back to the book.

3:30 comes. Mia comes flying through the door and takes a seat at a desk.
“Good afternoon, Miss Valdano,” You say, walking over to shut and lock the door. You close the blind over the door’s window.  Then you walk over to her desk where she taps her foot nervously. “So what’s my assignment, Mr. Grey?” She asks, looking anywhere but at you. You soften in order to draw her in. “Whatever you see fit, Mia.  We have an hour and a half.”  You turn and go back to your desk. You lean back in your chair and prop your feet up on the desk. You pretend to occupy yourself with a book. You look up occasionally to see what she’s doing and almost every time you catch her staring.
“You’re not going to get much work done by staring at me, Mia.”  You stand up and walk over to her desk. “Do you need help with something?” You say.
She hesitates for a moment, then says “Oh, fuck it.”  She throws herself at you, pressing her lips to yours and you jump into action. Your hands frantically move to undress her. You lift her up, still making out and place her on your desk. Her shirt and bra land on the floor and she loosens your tie. You slip your shirt off over your head, revealing your perfectly chiseled body to her. You put your hands on her tits, feeling her nipples hardening beneath your fingers. Your cock grows hard and strains against your pants. You unbuckle your belt and drop your pants and boxers, revealing your massive girth. She leans back on the desk, submitting to you. You push up her skirt and pull down her panties.
“So wet for me already?” You tease, lightly tracing your fingers across her practically dripping pussy. You position yourself at her entrance and ram into her tight opening. She cries out and you cover her mouth with your hand, telling her she needs to keep quiet.  You keep your hand there as you begin thrusting into her. She lets out muffled moans and you grunt as you force yourself into her tight hole. You start to thrust faster as her pussy clenches around your cock, signaling she’s close to orgasm. Her back arches and her cry is muffled as she reaches her high. You’re almost there too, your grunts getting more frequent and your thrusts getting faster and sloppier. You moan as you hold yourself inside her, forcing your seed into her fertile pussy. She tries to push you away but it’s too late. You clean yourself up quickly and get dressed. She covers her breasts as if she’s just now realizing that she’s naked.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Miss Valdano,” I say, straightening my tie. “Your time is up. You’re dismissed.”

jediannabeth  asked:

fam, I'm 20 and I've failed the road test twice lmao and haven't driven a car in over two years and don't have a license so you can join the club lol I mean I hate cars so much which is why I probably don't give a shit about driving but like my permit expires in April, so I guess that has to be my motivation to actually get a license. And my parents are hounding me about it now. *sighs deeply*

that sounds like me bc i took my permit exam when i was 15 but accidentally threw out the card that said i passed (since we took it in school) so finally at 18 i retook the permit exam and passed and then like never took my drivers test. 

im wishing us both luck 

To Have and Have Not - Part 1

Pairing: Domestic!Dean x Reader

Theme Song: Falling Slowly by Kris Allen 

Word Count: 3601

Warnings: language, age difference, younger reader, insecurity, self-deprecation, mentions of death

Summary: A look into your life with Dean throughout the years. Starting when you meet him at the bar you work at, when he isn’t having the best night.

A/N: I am SO excited about this one. So, I was reading about Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall’s incredible love story and I fell so in love with those two. Then this idea popped into my head and I just HAD to write it. This is very, very loosely based on them. Mostly I just drew inspiration from their relationship. We are gonna jump around throughout the years so each chapter is going to be a different time-stamp. I know the POV is a little confusing since you see inside both yours and Dean’s head. Let me know if you want part 2! P.S. this is my 666th post. 

Tagging: @readingissupernatural, @winchesterwhisper, @mrscarveredlund, @wincestismyguiltypleasure, @winchesterenthusiast, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @letsgetoutalive, @manawhaat, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @puppydogjared, @deanwinchester-af, @wincestismyguiltypleasure, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @fvckinpayno, @supernatural-jackles (sorry if any of y’all didn’t want to be tagged, just let me know!)

*not my gif

November 2, 2010

A shiver wracked your body; the cold nighttime air biting at your cheeks as you stepped out of the bar. You reached into your purse, grabbing your cigarette pack and searching for your lighter. A groan leaves your lips when you realize it’s not there. You squint, trying to see; the only light being the glow from the bar’s sign overhead.

The Hitching Post, it read in big blue letters.

“Anybody got a match?” You asked to no one in particular, glancing around and making eye contact with the few people standing, scattered across the sidewalk.

The people standing around you all shook their heads and resumed mingling amongst themselves.

Someone cleared their throat behind you, “Hey kid, you know how bad that shit is for you right?” The husky voice asked. He had that “to much whiskey” voice and it was pure sex.

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Mr. Moonlight

Another late night staying up was really getting to you. You wanted to go to sleep, but you just weren’t tired. Maybe it was too hot upstairs. You know how the summer heat could get in Liverpool. You lie awake, all sprawled out in nothing but a longer shirt and underwear, any more clothing and you would be sweating worse than what you are now.

To pass the time away you decide to run downstairs real quick to get a glass of water. You tip toe downstairs as quiet as you could since you knew that your brother, John, had his best friend over tonight. And that best friend just happened to be the one and only Paul McCartney. Your crush.

You’ve known Paul forever, since he was only a year older than you. He just turned 17, gaining more muscles and a manly voice that says your name in that sweet Liverpudlian accent that he has. You being 16 and John 18 makes it almost impossible to have a boyfriend, especially Paul. You knew boys liked you. You were always asked by the cutest boys to all the dances and all the dates. But none of them compared to Paul. None of them.

You finally make it downstairs and tip toe your way to the kitchen. As you grab a glass from the cabinet, you hear mumbling from the living room. You ignore it, knowing John talks in his sleep. You turn on the sink to fill up your cup with sweet, cold water. But once you turn off the faucet, you hear the mumbling again. This time-curious what John was saying- you sneak into the living room to catch a few words. You stand in the doorway opening to the living room and lean against the frame, still holding your glass of water.

It’s dark but you can see the make out of the two boys. John on the couch and Paul on the floor. But, John wasn’t the one mumbling. It came straight from Paul, who seemed he was gyrating in very weird movements. Almost as if he was rocking his hips? You smirk as you soon realise what he is doing. You can’t see anything, unfortunately, due to him being submerged under blankets.

He has to be hot under there, you think. You stay there for a while, still leaning against the frame wondering what you should do. This is wrong you think. You should go and let him..do his own thing. You giggle as you turn around, but you heard the most beautiful noise as soon as you moved.

From Pauls lips you heard him say your name. “Y/N.” He moans. Again and again and again. All at once, in higher and lower pitches. Stretching out your name, or sometimes saying it faster. He has to be awake you think. There’s no way he’s dreaming.

Not knowing what to do, you freeze. Pinching yourself every now and then to see if you are dreaming. Nope. Frozen in place, you see Paul stop. The only thing moving now was his chest, sucking in deep breathes, the blanket still over top of him. Hide, you think. Run, you think. But you don’t move. Paul then throws the blanket off of him and sits straight up, fanning himself with both of his hands.

He was drenched in sweat and still out of breath when he finally spotted you, standing there watching him. His eyes go wide, as they stare into yours. “Y/N. Um. Good evening. No um is it good morning? Ummmmm?” He chuckles awkwardly. You just smirk, more confident for some reason. Knowing you make him nervous gives you some reassurance in yourself. He was Paul McCartney you know.

“Good Morning, I think.” You giggle. This brings a smile from his face, feeling a little more comfortable. You step forward a few steps once he gets up from his place on the floor. Once he stands you see that he’s wearing nothing but his boxers. His body is drenched with sweat. The moonlight from the window makes him glisten as he steps right in front of you, his face only inches from your face.

You lick your lips, just wanting to taste his sweat on your tastebuds. Pauls eyes follow your tongue as it slides from one end of your lips to the other, then makes his eyes back to yours. Trying to see what you are thinking about. If only he knew. The cluelessness on his face gives you the impression he doesn’t.

Paul finally breaks the silence. “You heard me. Didn’t you?” You smile. “I’d be lying if I didn’t.” Paul looks down, obviously disappointed and rejected. He must think that you were smiling with the intentions of making fun of him. You lean down to meet his gaze until he is looking back into your eyes. “But I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t like it.” You say. Paul’s smile quickly appears, followed by a step closer. Just when you thought you couldn’t get any closer, you did. His face now only millimeters to yours.

Still looking into your eyes, Paul asks, “Can I try something?” “Yes.” You answer, almost too excitedly. Paul glances at your lips as he slides his hands around your waist, feeling the warmth from his fingertips on your skin since you were only wearing underwear. You slide your hands into his hair when you two finally break the space between each other’s lips.

Staying in sync with each other, your lips are soon worked up enough for the real makeout session. Paul, being the gentleman he is, slides his tongue along your bottom lip for entry. You allow his tongue to slip into your own mouth. He lightly explores as a low moan comes from his throat. This makes you moan. Both noises completing each other.

Your hands find the nape of his neck where you circle your finger around little strands of black locks. Smooth tongue and smooth hair? This boy is amazing. Pauls hands finds the lace on the side of your underwear, where he gently plays with the lace and slowly pulls the sides up and down, driving you crazy and turned on at every slide down.

Just as you are about to pull away, he grabs your bottom lip with a pull between his teeth. Paul McCartney: A+ kisser. After the amazing lip bite, you both pull away and rest your foreheads against each other. Mind blown, you can’t comprehend what just happened. You. Kissed. Paul. McCartney.

“Maybe I should wank off thinking about you more offen.” Paul says, breaking the silence once he catches his breath. You giggle. “Honestly, I was so turned on.” You say. Lost in each other’s eyes, you almost forgot that John was just sleeping about ten feet away. Glancing over Paul, you notice John still asleep.

“If he won’t wake up to me screaming your name, then he won’t wake up from a couple of moans.” Paul chuckles, which elicits a smile from you. “Even though this make out session was a great way to say how our first date went, I really don’t want me wanking to be the start of it. So how about I take you out to eat tomorrow for our real first date?” Paul asks.

“Only on one condition.” You say, with your hands still playing with his hair and Paul’s hands drawing circles on your outer thigh. “And what’s that?” Paul asks, all seriousness in his voice, like he actually thinks you are going to turn him down after that amazing make out session.

“You help me pull that shaving cream prank on John when he wakes up.” You say giggling.

“You pull a hard bargain, but I guess.” Paul says rolling his eyes sarcastically then giving you a peck on the lips before you run to go grab the shaving cream.

irresistible-revolution  asked:

I'm always curious what other fans think romantic/sexual relationships were like with the Air Nomads

Mary:

Ooh, Air Nomad relationships! Well, as someone who believes in freedom in relationships when its, yknow, consensual and shit, I think the Air Nomads would’ve been the only one of the four nations to perform polyamorous marriages. Long distance marriages would also be common, with the wedding taking place right before the couple would travel separately because nomads might have an urge to explore completely different places and then meet up like once every month or something. 

They’d propose with bracelets (necklaces are Water Tribe while rings are Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom) and weddings would always be lavish affairs with tons of food and music. The gender of the couple (or trio or whatever) wouldn’t matter. Male, female, nonbinary folk; it was all good. All that mattered was that everyone was an adult and the union was consensual. (Air Nomads and Water Tribe share 16 as coming of age, Earth Kingdom is 17, Fire Nation and the United Republic is 18. The drinking age is the same for the former, but for the Earth Kingdom the age is raised to 19. Fire Nation drinking age is 20, and the United Republic you have to be 21)

Of course, since the Hundred Year War a lot of traditions were nearly lost. That is until Jinora and her children (let’s face it they’d all be bookworms like their mom) restored a lot of old AIr Nomad books and scrolls. The traditions were passed around her and her siblings and their children, and thus the temples were taken over by each of the four siblings. Meelo got the Southern Temple to manage, Rohan the Northern Temple. Jinora got the Eastern Air Temple while Ikki got the Western Air Temple. Air Temple Island was a place for them to meet every so often to have meetings and check in and hold special ceremonies and shit. This carries on over the centuries as the Air Nomads return to decent size.

One new tradition that Meelo came up with though was matching tattoos. Even if one of the people wasn’t an airbender, they’d still partake in the tradition, as it eventually would become, of getting a small tattoo of their love(s) name(s) on the inside of the left wrist. If they didn’t get the tattoo it’d be seen as bad luck. (That belief came only over time though, as at first Meelo just wanted to be romantic with his wife. It was only when Rohan married his husband that it began to catch on) (The person would only be excused, usually, from the tradition if they were pregnant or had some other health condition that prevented them from being tattooed)

In the past I think there’d be a lot of sneaking in of saucy books and scrolls from the outside by the older monks/nuns as young adults for the teens at the temple. Or if not for them, they’d eventually be “borrowed” from the temple libraries because kids at puberty are going to be curious. And this is before the Internet, tv, or even radio so there’s that. Usually the monkey-birds and scorpion-bees talk would be given by an elderly monk or nun to a bunch of bored just-entered-puberty kids. But if they were lucky, instead of being put to sleep they’d get a younger airbender (around 20s ish or something) to explain things. Of course when Gyatso had to explain things to Aang and his agemates, he managed to make it a fun and informative conversation but that’s Gyatso for you.

As Air Nomads are probably the most open minded of the four Nations (the United Republic being an exception), masturbation was probably allowed as long as it was kept in moderation (too much would be seen as a neglect of their spiritual duties as an airbender, but I could see this perception changing after the Hundred Year War and the New Air Nomads growing in size).

…yes, I spend a lot of time thinking about this world. I have no regrets.

“Mila is starting to get into Otabek“, according to Kubo-sensei

So? Why is it a problem?

Dear YOI fandom, please, before you all get hysterical over Otaburi getting sunk: I hope you do remember that Yurio is 15 (possibly 16). HE LITERALLY CAN’T HAVE A SERIOUS ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP DUE TO HIS AGE RIGHT NOW. Not with Otabek or anyone else. Sure, fanarts and AUs come in all kinds and sizes, but it’s not going to be canon anytime soon, if ever. And it doesn’t have to - platonic relationships are just as valid!

Mila is 18, maybe even 19 since a year has passed, and as an adult is allowed to be into whoever her heart chooses. Otabek is closest to her in age out of all other skaters she might be in touch with, so why shouldn’t it make sense? Moreover, he might not like her back!

Please stop blowing things out of proportion, especially since there aren’t enough canon facts to support them.

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I want everyone in the NaruSaku fandom to calm down. I don’t like seeing you guys upset and fretting over NaruHina and I see many of you losing hope because of 1. advertising and 2. kanji on Hinatas panel that says love.

This is nothing new… I wonder how it will play out, I feel like the movie will play with her love. But the resolution (I believe) will be more to do with her moving passed that. They are 18 years old (she’s liked him since she was like 6 so about 12 years she’s liked->crushed on->loved him) It hasn’t really gone anywhere little by little they became friends. I don’t think this movie will have their relationship suddenly jump that fast… (just my opinion)

Anyway to the Kanji
The start all says something like “To a new era, spinning (like a spinning wheel-creating-weaving) … [KANJI]

Hinata - 愛 Love (also affection, care, attatchment, desire or craving)
Shikamaru - 志 Will (also intention, plan, resolve, motive or hopes)
Kakashi - 忍 Endurance (also patience and self restraint or ninja)
Sasuke - 道 Path (also journey, course, moral or teachings)
Sai - 絆 Bonds (also relationships, emotional ties/links between people)
Sakura - 命 Fate (also destiny, command and life)

There is also something quite special about the kanji used in Sakura’s panel. It is referred to as a man and a woman holding up paired tattoos of the "life” kanji indicating “Unwavering love”

NaruSaku fans I hope this helps you a bit. 命 (いのち - inochi) is a pretty powerful kanji. I hope for the best for you guys 

(I also like NaruSaku, their bond is really beautiful)

CAMERON IMAGINE

You and Cameron were friends since you two were kids, your parents were also friends. In the beginning you only saw him as friend, but as the years passed, he became a handsome teenager and you started to feel some weird things when you were around him. But you had to keep this to yourself, you were to afraid that it might ruin your friendship.

All your friends said that he liked you too, but you couldn’t believe. 

Now you both are 18 and you are sure you are over that “crush”. And to prove this to yourself, you found a date for this valentines day. Max was 2 years older than you, and he was a nice guy. But Cameron didnt agree with you.

“Will you seriously go out with that jerk? You know he’ve screwed hald of the girl at high school.”

“Cameron, can you stop? I don’t care about what he’ve done before okay, thats just a normal date so plese stop with this!”

It was the second time you two were fighting over this. Cameron was trying to make you cancel the date and stay home, but you really wanted to try something new. 

“If you go, I swear I wont ever talk to you again!”

“How old are you, Cam? 12? You cant ask me to choose!”

“Im already asking it.”

“I’ll go to this date, I dont care if you dont want me to. Why do you even care?”

He stops looking at you and stares at the floor for a minute. Thats it, he will say he likes you. You were almost happy. Almost.

“I dont care. If you wanna go, okay then, have fun. I already have a date with Molly today. Have fun. I just dont want to see you crying after he dumps you”

And like that, he leaves you alone in your bedroom wanting to kill someone.

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 sorry for my bad english :s if you like this and want to see the second part, ask for it!! i really like to write imagines but i dont have a lot of ideas right now so if you have any request just ask for it and i will try to make a good one 

PLEASE DONT IGNORE ME

At some point it became September

[originally posted 9.2.15]

Hello, this is Katono.

Without noticing it, the time called summer has passed and the chill has come. Think about it. August has ended and we’re in September. From September, there’s only 4 months until December. We’re already 2/3 of the way through the year? There’s only another 1/3 before 2015 is over?

When you think about it, the flow of time is scary. I’ve suddenly been thinking about that lately. I’m almost 23. Since I graduated high school at 18 and entered the business world, it’s been almost 5 years. A lot has happened. When I think about it now, I think I’ll be 30 before long, and then I’ll turn to look back and be deeply moved. It’ll probably be September then too. Wonder why. Maybe it’s just the season.

My Kamen Riders a little while ago. It’s not just a sea of Chasers. Will you notice? His colors are similar, so it’s hard to tell, but one of them isn’t Chaser.
Well, whoooo is it.

Well well.

What star sign you were really born under due to the Earth's axis procession
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>21 Jan-16 Feb:</b> Capricorn<p/><b>17 Feb-12 Mar:</b> Aquarius<p/><b>13 Mar-18 April:</b> Pisces<p/><b>19 April-14 May:</b> Aries <p/><b>15 May-21 Jun:</b> Taurus<p/><b>22 Jun-20 Jul:</b> Gemini <p/><b>21 Jul-10 Aug:</b> Cancer<p/><b>11 Aug-16 Sep:</b> Leo<p/><b>17 Sep-31 Oct:</b> Virgo<p/><b>1-23 Nov:</b> Libra<p/><b>24-29 Nov:</b> Scorpio <p/><b>30 Nov-18 Dec:</b> Ophiuchus<p/><b>19 Dec-20 Jan:</b> Sagittarius<p/><b></b> The dates of the signs were fixed, over 2,000 years ago, when the zodiac was first devised. Then, they corresponded to the constellation of stars that appeared behind the Sun on the day you were born. But the wobble on the Earth's axis means that the constellations have drifted since then. Also, Ophiuchus was deliberately left out of the original zodiac, even though the Sun clearly passes in front of it after passing in front of Scorpio and before reaching Sagittarius.
closed rp (with ionlytalkfree)

ionlytalkfree:

He sat on the brick wall, eyes glancing at the building beside him. Nagisa’s class was supposed to get out soon, right..?

“Haru-chan!”

The blond waved as he jogged over to Haruka.  A few years had passed and he was now 18 and in college.  He hadn’t really grown much, standing at a mere 170 centimeters (about 5'7") now.  He had decided to attend a local college after high school, although he had no idea what he wanted to major in yet.

“Sorry if I kept you waiting,” Nagisa smiled, “My class let out a little bit late.”