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musckrat12 · 14 days ago
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boysunberry · 3 months ago
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I wonder if I’ve ever been in a dream of his
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bauhausluvr · 2 months ago
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the mix of anxiety and excitement on the walk to ur tc's class is sumn else
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lilradis · 2 months ago
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having a tc be like discovering the attractiveness of hands because you can't see other parts of his body
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promsongldr · 25 days ago
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another night creating fake scenarios with him that will never happen to the sound of songs by lana del rey
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tc-blossom · 5 months ago
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I JUST FOUND OUT THE TERM “TILF” (teacher I’d like to fuck) EXISTS AND IM SCREAMING
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tc-angel · a month ago
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Imagine washing their hair when theyre not feeling well. Not in a sexual way, just brushing through their hair gently and pouring warm water onto them. Trusting eachother fully.
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forbidden-secret-and-desire · 3 months ago
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How to get closer with your teacher crush
A lot of y’all asked me to make this post so here is it
Be interested and focused in their lesson
Have good grades in their class
Don’t be afraid to ask for help if it’s really not a subject you are good into
Be intelligent, don’t act dumb to get their attention, they will see you as a bad student
Stay after class to talk with them about class or ask them about something concerning homework, eventually you could start talking about other topics not concerning school
Be yourself, don’t fake your personality, show them the real you
Be bold and confident, keep eye contact, talk to them in the hallways, start conversations…
Get how to contact them ( their email, number, social media), ask them if they can give it to you so you can send them a project or an additional work you would like to have their opinion on and boom now you have it
Find the place where they usually stay in the school and try to be there as much as you can, of course being there and not doing anything is unnecessary, so try to talk with them, if it’s the library you can start talking about books and a longer conversation will come
Join a club they lead, it’s a great new experience for you and a good way to be closer to them
Give them a gift at the end of the year, be original
Seek a friendship with them not a romantic relationship, by seeking a romantic relationship you will most likely end up being disappointed
Once you know them better, see if you share any similar interests, it’s a great conversation starter
Make inside jokes that no one around you understand, I swear it’s so funny
Make them think of you when they see something you like by talking about it a lot or posting about it if they have your socials, that way they will think of you every time they see it and even send you stuff related to it
Ask them for suggestions, it can be about books, movies, songs, places, games,etc
Be polite and respectful
Be interested in learning things about them
Good luck everyone! If you want more details you can ask me with the questions option or text me :)
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elvendorkpottah · 3 months ago
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I can’t stop thinking about him this is so frustrating
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freshmanyearhistoryteacher · 4 months ago
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history male teacher X female student
at school, after class or in a free period
SFW, just some fluff, like a first hug or talking about books ? im desperate for something soft ^-^'
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE.
Warning, Contains: - spoilers for dead poet society - fluff (cuddling) - more teacher perspective but kinda both?
Word count: 1, 592
I’m sorry it’s so short it’s late and the last day before I start uni 💀 This is also my 40th story :)))))) epic
When she arrived at class that day, he had had to turn away before he blushed or smiled too wide. It wasn’t something he could explain nor was it a feeling he could pin down. She just had this… effect on him. Like when she walked in the room, his day would get better and the sun seemed to shine brighter. She would merely wear her hair in a different style and it sent butterflies through his stomach or derailed his entire lesson plan.
Today, she had clearly forgotten her jacket because her arms were snapped tight to her body, rubbing the smooth skin of her upper arm. Her face was flushed across her nose which crinkled as she laughed her way to her seat near the back of the room.
This was his favourite lesson. Four days of the week, they had a study period together and, in at least two of those classes… the other students would neglect to attend. He knew he should be mad because well, he was trying to run a class. But the way they talked and laughed made up for the disappointment in them ten fold. It was his favourite classroom too. The walls hadn’t yet been ripped down and replaced with blue plaster so, the boarding of dark wood still ran around the bottom half and around the chalk boards. Even the floor made more noise when you stepped on it, the wood creaked with ever shift you made in your chair. The paint had yellowed slightly from a blinding white to a beige, cream that softened the rays of sunlight that occasionally peaked through a slim window across the top of the furthest wall.
In an uneven voice he called;
“Good morning, miss.”
He sounded nervous even in his own ears but she was kind and smiled her usual smile anyway as she said goodbye to her friends and set out her books. It was obvious to everyone but him that she was shy in the same way he was. That she had also darted her eyes away when they nearly found him at the front of the room. That her friends also laughed at the way her steps became lighter as she walked to his classes.
“Hi,” she eventually said in an equally uneven tone that made his stomach swirl and twist.
“You must be cold,” was the only thing he could come up with, and his hand nearly smacked himself in the face. The weather? After nearly a year of conversations and hours spent together? She huffed a laugh through her nose and nodded, still shivering. “Here,” he said, making his way across the room without giving the idea any thought. His jacket wasn’t overly comfortable and was more for the formal dress code the staff room teachers always expected but, it was better than nothing. He gently placed it over her shoulders which were drowned in the fabric. It was at least 2 sizes too big and looked entirely too good on her for him to make any snide remarks.
For a second he swore the blush of her wind blown cheeks deepened but he looked away to avoid staring and found his place on a desk next to hers. It was silent and they both knew they were getting too comfortable but, she smiled with shining eyes and he didn’t seem to care.
“Uh thanks,” she all but whispered, “I’ve uh, nearly finished that book you mentioned.” She fished around her bag for the tiny copy of ‘dead poet society’ she had stored away and spent far too much of her other class time reading. “It’s good… really good. I watched the movie too- it just seems so….” She was at a loss, there was so much that the book seemed and had come to mean between them.
“It’s only of my favourites,” he meant back to lean on his hands, “sometimes working there seems better than here but I think an all boys school would be, in the nicest way, a VERY difficult situation to teach in.” He chuckled to himself shaking his head.
“No I can’t think of anything worse, but the characters-“ she pressed on, and they talked for the better part of twenty minutes. This poem was better or, the school was wrong and right or, the boys all deserved better than to be forced into a perfect image by their parents … it didn’t really matter what they said.
A knock at the door broke it all. The atmosphere of comfortable disagreement and bashful insults. The way her body had curled into the scent of his jacket and how much closer he had leaned throughout the period.
“Open,” he said jogging back to the front. The door swung open with a heavy thud and the face of a terrified first year appeared.
“Sir, mister, s- I mean.. so, miss Tr- miss Tracy wants to know if you have a um, a uh, spare whiteboard marker?” The poor kid babbled. But he was gone within seconds when the pen seemed to appear out of no where in his hands and the door swung softly closed.
“Is Miss T ever not losing her pens?” She questioned at the man standing shaking his head at the door. His tongue clicked in agreement and he made his way back, eyebrows slightly creased as if he was debating something life threatening.
“Are you o-“ she began with concern but was cut off.
“Come sit,” he motioned, throwing himself down on the never used couch against the back wall. Whoever had used this room years before had left it here and, the hassle of moving all the tables and chairs with the potential it wouldn’t fit though the door seemed too much. It was only a two seater but he waited to see her reaction. She seemed tense, her shoulder raising as soon as he asked. They had sat together before, with their hands awkwardly locked in their own laps and eyes glued to the ground while the class ran through random improve situations. This was different though. His arm was stretched across the back of the seat and, if she moved, she’d wind up tucked into his side… in his jacket…. Stealing his warmth … maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. She pulled her lip into her teeth with hesitation, silently debating.
Would it make it awkward? She was cold so… would they keep talking normally? She really didn’t want that to end.
“It’s ok I promise, you’re cold and it’s more comfortable than the plastic chairs so- why not?” He smiled it off easily but inside his mind was sounding alarms with flashing sirens. This was a stupid, rash, unprofessional idea. But to his shock she nodded and picked up the book from her table, covered the few steps to the couch, and ever so slowly placed herself beside him. Without even meaning to, her head was nearly resting on his shoulder and her legs were bend beneath her, making her smaller in his hold. He wasn’t breathing, but nearly was she. Both of their hearts hammered and she cleared her throat too many times in a row. The red in her cheeks definitely deepened this time. The number of times she had dreamed of being this close, cuddling, holding each other…
She coughed. “Thanks,” she muttered, twisting to find a comfortable spot before leaning her back against him and using the arm of the couch to plant her book. She just began reading, and it blew his mind. She was acting like it was casual while his heart nearly ran out of his chest.
There was still an hour of the class left, with his head leant back against the rough pillowed fabric, staring up at the roof. His arm had long since slid to find its way around her waste and, without a word from either of them, she slowly turned back around and shifted into his side. Quietly they both prayed he had remembered to lock the door before they sat back down because there was no way to justify resuming this position.
He was sat frozen while her hot breath tickled the side of his neck and send goose bumps rippling across his skin. His fingers toyed with the ends of her hair and the buttons on the too big sleeves of his jacket.
“ if we shadows have offended, has to be one of the best written lines ever,” she huffed and broke the silence before it lapsed again. It wasn’t uncomfortable, more familiar and warm. It felt like a warm coffee in the middle of a winters day, like a hug from a friend you hadn’t seen in months or, a weighted blanket in front of a fire while it rained outside. He felt a spark light in his heart but he pushed it to the side and let his eyes slide closed.
Her head eventually rested entirely on his chest and her book slid from her hand to the floor as they slept in a feeling so hard to achieve. Complete peace, love, warmth, the feeling of home, friendship, something more and indescribably perfect. Students ran around outside, yelling, laughing, crying, making fun of each other. Teachers grumbled as they lugged too much paper to each new class, the top sheets covered in snow from the few journeys made between buildings. But they rested, holding onto each other in the small, two seater arm chair in the back of some classroom.
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rinzy-at-night · a month ago
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i want him to ruin me, fuck my brains out until my words come out in incoherent mumbling. just to have him fuck me from behind and call me a good boy would be bliss <33
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boysunberry · 3 months ago
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He was quite literally the only thing on my mind today
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bauhausluvr · 2 months ago
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me when i have to rely on being obsessed with someone/thing to give me true happiness
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lilradis · 2 months ago
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daydreaming about him in the morning warmth of your bed, half unconscious... like yeah, I want you by my side right now
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promsongldr · 20 days ago
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when he enters the room it's like everything stops
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tc-blossom · 7 months ago
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THIS ONE RIGHT HERE OFFICER
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tryoutstc · 7 months ago
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30 random tc questions for when you miss them ♡
i'm yearning and i love these sets of questions that people make, so this is the result :> feel free to use these, and you can ask me some as well!
if your tc were the same age as you and studied in your class instead of teaching it, would you still have a crush on them?
what overused romance trope would you use to describe you and your tc?
pov: it's your tc's birthday. what are you giving them as a gift?
did you become a teacher's pet to get close to them?
what's the most embarrassing thing you've done in front of your tc?
have you ever been on a school field trip with them?
what are they like as a teacher? are they strict, laid-back, passionate, etc.?
do you find it difficult to hide your crush on your tc? have you ever done anything around them that made it obvious?
what do you think is the first thing that goes through their head when hearing your name?
if your tc saw you crying, how do you think they would react?
do you prefer their looks or personality? which made you fall for them first?
have you ever been jealous because your tc spent time with another student?
can you picture yourself staying in contact with them after graduation? if you are graduated, is this the case?
do you have a favorite outfit that your tc wears?
has having a crush on them had an impact on your grades?
what do you have in common with your tc? are your personalities similar, or are you polar opposites?
do you think you're their favorite student?
has your tc ever done something that made you upset or angry?
if your tc wasn't a teacher, what occupation do you think they would have?
has your tc ever given you a gift?
is there a color that you associate with them?
do you know if any of your classmates like your tc as well? can you see this being the case?
if you could call your tc a pet name, what would it be?
what's a song that you would use to describe them?
have you ever done something dumb to get their attention?
what are your interactions with your tc like? are you teasing with each other or strictly professional?
if you saw your tc outside of school, would you go up to them? how do you think they would react?
has your tc ever done anything that made you wonder if they knew about your feelings for them?
what do you think is their biggest fear?
if you found out that your tc was leaving your school, how would you feel? would it be easy for you to get over them?
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tc-angel · a month ago
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Having a tc makes going to school so much better. The anticipation of maybe bumping into them in the corridors? The looking for them everywhere you go? The giddiness you feel when they smile at you or are nice to you? They make it all worth it.
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forbidden-secret-and-desire · 3 months ago
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Remembering the time I sat on his lap😩😩, it was so hot and he made an excuse so I can stay longer 😏😏 😳🤫
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naomigrey · a month ago
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i was sitting by r’s desk in first period today and i was joking like “haha i really want some coffee rn” and he just kinda paused for a minute and was like “hmm.” and i was like “what” and he says “i wonder how much trouble we would get in if i sent you to [coffee shop across the road] to get me a hot chocolate” (because he doesn’t like coffee lol) and i was like welllll you’re leaving the school next year anyway and if i get in trouble then i’ll blame you …. so who cares if i leave campus right lol
and so he’s like “hm. well, you’re right” and he just HANDS me his CREDIT CARD and his order jotted down on a sheet of paper (large hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin of course because it’s him) and he’s like alright quick go before i change my mind and i’m like ok but can i buy myself a hot chocolate and pay you back? and he says “ah well with the work you’ve done for the chorus organization i’d say you deserve one” and i’m like LETS GOOO free hot chocolate so ofc i leave (his classroom has a door to outside and you can get to the crosswalk from there but you have to walk a bit) so i go get his stuff and then come back and it was really fun and i didn’t get in trouble! was nice to get out of school for a bit and a free drink as well lol
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