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-MOJO December '97
Chanel couture fw97 / Harper’s Bazaar Russia december 1997
Stone Cold during Monday Night Raw on December 1st, 1997
24 years ago, on this day (December 15), Johnny was rocking on stage with his past 90′s band “P”, at U4 Club, in Vienna, Austria.
At that time, Johnny was enjoying his free time after filming “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” and before filming his special cameo for “L.A. Without a Map” to make some shows with his friends.
Sabrina Claus
Season 2, Episode 11
December 19, 1997
December, 1997.
Hello everyone! So, as promised, here is something about Teacher!Harry. It’s gonna be longer than I expected, so I am gonna split it in smaller parts. Enjoy part 1 of December, 1997. It is my first writing on here, so I would appreciate if you could tell me what you think and eventually like and reblog. Have fun reading!
Warning: smut (in later chapters). Word count: 1K more or less. Overview: Harry is a young, shy History teacher at Cambridge in 1997. When he meets Anna, his world turns upside down.
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DECEMBER, 1997 (Part 1)
“I am really honoured to be here, Mr. Harington. I cannot believe I got this job.”
“Neither can I, Mr. Styles.” The old man said, as they reached the tall door of the classroom. He stopped and turned around to look him in the eyes. “However, try as I may, I cannot not deny that your resume seems to be very impressive for someone your age. After all, you are probably the youngest teacher here at Cambridge University, and you are only…”
“Twenty-seven, Mr. Harington, sir.” He said with a nervous smile, adjusting his glasses on his face.
“Twenty-seven, yes. Definitely too young, it seems to me, but here you are, about to start your first working day as a History teacher. Try not to be a total disappointment, Styles.” He finally said, giving him a hard look full of judgement, before turning back on his polished black shoes, walking back the long, large corridors of the most prestigious university in England.
Harry still couldn’t quite believe it. He had been dreaming about becoming a Historian or a History teacher ever since he was a little child, and now there he was, watching his biggest dream come alive in front of his eyes. He run his right hand in his neatly combed chocolate-brown hair and adjusted his glasses and his sweater one more time.This is about to be great, he thought, pushing the door and taking a few steps in.
“Good morning, everyone. I am your new History teacher. My name is Mr.Styles and I am-“
“A whole snack.” The girl said, with her big, black eyes fixed on him as she whispered in her friend’s ear, letting the rest of his words fade, as they both looked at him writing his name on the green board behind the large, tall, wooden desk.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Eilidh, will you stop?” she rolled her eyes, giving her an annoyed look. Her friend, on the other hand, looked quite surprised.
“What?! What did I do?”
“He is our History teacher, Eilidh, will you calm your hormones down?!”
“I did nothing, I just made a comment on- Oh my god look at that ass!”
“Eilidh!”
“Excuse me, ladies?”
His voice came out a bit louder than how he wanted it to sound. He did not want to look like the boring, grumpy teacher, but there he was, scolding students after just ten minutes of his first day. He was far from being a hard teacher; he had never been a tough person. On the contrary, he had always been quiet and quite shy, and often labelled as “looser”. But there he stood, now, tapping on the wooden desk with his long, thick fingers and his eyes focused on the two girls sitting at the front desk who couldn’t stop talking.
As he looked at them, Anna couldn’t help but notice how bigger and deeper his eyes looked now that he had taken his glasses off. His voice was deep and raspy and carried a thick, northern British accent.
“Is there anything you’d like to share with the rest of the class?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake, he thought, I am already turning into that kind of teacher.
“I’m sorry, Mr…Mr Styles. We were just…” Eilidh seemed to be quite embarrassed, having been taken by surprise, which was unusual for her. She had always been outgoing and chill basically around everyone and in every situation. This man, however, seemed to be pretty intimidating, despite his quiet, shy, nerdy outlook.
“What? Is it anything related to History? Because if it’s not, I’m going to have to ask you to stop talking.”
“Actually,” Anna spoke for the first time, as her brown eyes reached his green, emerald ones. “I was telling my friend that I cannot wait to reach the chapter about Queen Victoria.”
His eyes seemed to light up instantly as those words reached his ears and his shoulders seemed to relax a little. He lifted his hands off the desk and started walking slowly, reaching the front of it. He crossed his arms on his chest and said.
“Are you…a fan of hers, miss…?”
“Sanders. Anna Sanders. And…well, more or less. I am more interested in the historical period than the historical figure of the Queen herself. However, it is quite clear to me that powerful women always carry an aura of fascination and charm around them, although most men tend to deny it and hide the attraction they feel towards this kind of women, just because they feel threatened and intimidated by them.”
She said, never letting her brown eyes come off of him, who was now standing almost in front of her. Now, this is going to be interesting, he thought, slightly biting his bottom lip as he stood quiet for a second, before speaking, standing a few steps away from here. Now, she could see how tall he actually was, with broad shoulders and a pair of perfectly cupid-arch-shaped red lips. His skin was pale, and he had big hands and incredibly deep and piercing eyes.
“Well, that is definitely a good point, miss Sanders, thank you very much for the suggestion.” He said, before bringing his attention back to the rest of the class. She let her eyes wander on his whole body for a few seconds, instantly looking away as a wicked thought crossed her mind and her legs squeezed as a wave of heat hit her lower body.
“So, looks like this is going to be your first assignment. An essay about powerful women in the British history and how their power is perceived my men in their time. You have two weeks to do your research and complete the assignment. The deadline is the day before Christmas Holidays. That is all for today, you are free to go. Thank you, everyone.”
He turned around and reached the back of the desk in a few steps, as some students growled in disagreement, including Eilidh who looked at her friend with annoyance in her eyes.
“Seriously, Anna?!”
“What?” she asked, puzzled, as she put her things back in her bag, swiftly adjusting her long, dark blonde hair.
“You got us an assignment on the first day!” said her black-haired friend, looking at her with widened eyes and her arms moving around in the air as if the most tragic thing had happened.
“No, I didn’t! I was just trying to save us from a reprimand, since you couldn’t keep your mouth shut about how good his ass looks.”
“So you noticed it too, didn’t you?”
“Eilidh!”
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