#teacherxstudent

[prettygreenpills]

hey! can i request marilyn thornhill smut

i have two plot ideas you can choose

1.reader is deliberately teasing her in class and yk.. after class

2. reader is flirting with someone else to make her jealous

hi! i chose the first one, so here you go!

Detention

warnings: punishment, teasing, teacherxstudentreader!, jealousy, + smut at the end.

You settled at the desk and looked in front of yourself. There was Marilyn standing by her desk and between the plants. As you looked at her and she looked at you, you just smiled and sent her an air kiss. Marilyn smiled and then the class started.

You weren’t paying attention to your girlfriend at all. You were pretending that you were listening to her but in fact, all you had on your mind was how could you get her angry side. Smiling when an idea crossed your mind, you looked at Marilyn who was searching for an eye contact.

Not paying any attention to what she was saying, you opened your legs a little. Marilyn looked between your legs just for a second, but that was enough for her to realize that you were not wearing any panties and you weren’t wearing a bra neither. Marilyn looked you into your eyes and you just smiled innocently, trying to pretend that what she was talking about made you suddenly interested in the class and you weren’t going there just to tease her.

“Miss Y/l/n, please stay after the class. The rest of you is dismissed,” Marilyn said and you kept sitting on your place. When you were sure about that everyone from the class left, hearing the doors close shut, you smiled.

“What is it?” You stood up from your chair and walked over to her table where all of the plants Marilyn kept were. You just stood there, searching for some eye contact and when Marilyn stepped closer to you, you went on. “Why did the class end so soon? How will you explain that to the principal?”

“I will tell her I am sick. And since you use to help in the nursery, I asked you to stay and help me. Now. Why aren’t you wearing any underwear with a skirt like that darling?”

“Do I have to?” You asked back, making Marilyn just smile. It wasn’t that kind smile, it was mostly an angry smile.

“What if someone sees you like this?”

“Only you do,” you didn’t let her continue and that make Marilyn grab you by your jaw.

“Acting like a little slut, aren’t we?” Marilyn asked and she let go of you, walking past you. You just turned to see what she was doing and when she locked the doors of the classroom, you knew that she is thinking about the same thing as you. “I think my little girl needs a punishment, doesn’t she?”

“Maybe?”

“Bend over the desk, your legs parted."

You were a little scared of what did Marilyn want to do to you, but as much you were scared, that much you were excited. You turned, facing the desk and bent over it. You teasingly slowly parted your legs and turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.

"Now. You will count for me. You deserve to be punished.”

“Okay-“ you almost didn’t finish the word and Marilyn already hit you “O-One-“

“Good girl,” she praised you. “Go on.”

“Two!” you screamed this time and you heard how the blood was bubbling in your ears. Marilyn kept going and she slid her fingers into you really smoothly. “Oh shit-“

“Keep counting.”

“Three-“ you breathed out and Marilyn kept fingerfucking you. Your eyes were shut and you were enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain at the same time.

Soon when you didn’t know if you were at 12 or 15, you gave up. You were just laying all limp on the desk and what woke you up was Marilyn’s tongue.

“Oh-“ you moaned when she showed her tongue into you and you closed your eyes.

Marilyn took your ass cheeks and she pulled them open so she had better access to your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of her tongue and you closed your eyes.

“So good-“ you moaned out and shut your eyes. Since Marilyn couldn’t speak, she just hummed against you, sending vibrations through your body, bringing you closer to the edge with every hum she let out.

You were so turned on by the spanks you have received and Marilyn surely knew that. And the fact you were in case and a hot redhead was behind you eating you out, made your legs shake.

“Close aren’t we?”Marilyn asked you and you nodded your head. She knew that you had kinks and she knew what kinks did you have. Marilyn shower her fingers inside of you and she sucked on your clit, making you moan out louder than before. “Clenching so hard. All for me?”

“Yes. Please-“

“Shh,” Marilyn just hushed you and then she kissed you onto your ass. She also left there a bite and you moaned out in pleasure clenching your walls around her, feeling how your head was pulsating.

From this woman, you didn’t need too much. She knew what to do to make you cum and when she touched your body, you knew that you’re release wasn’t far away.

“Marilyn- please- im close-“

“You really don’t need too much, do you?” She laughed at her own question and she showed her fingers deeper inside of you, making you clench as hard as it was possible.

With a loud groan, you clenched your muscles and you started feeling dizzy. Since you were knew in these sexual things, you weren’t trained that well to hold it in, it took your short time to cum. And Marilyn knew it.

“Please-“

“Cum,” she whispered. You let your head fall limp and you didn’t know how, your eyes rolled back into your scalp and your souls left your shaking body on the table. Or it just felt like it.

“Good girl, such a good girl. We should do more spanking if it makes you cum this fast.”

“Yeah-“ you breathed out and then whined a little louder, so Marilyn covered your mouth with her hand.

“Now darling. get all cleaned up. Here are the keys. I’ll be in my office soon.”

“Thank you Marilyn,” you thanked her and with little difficulties and shaky legs, you stood up and started walking towards the doors.

“You’re very welcome love.”

#marilynthornhill #smut #fluff #gxg #writers on tumblr #nevermoreacademy #wednesdayaddams #oldwednesday #christinaricci #laurelgates #thegatesfamily #lesbians #teacherxstudent #gxgrelationship #lesbianrelationship #lesbiansex #gxgsmut #lesbiansmut #marilynxreader

[cowgirl-of-the-stars]

also now that we're actually talking and ive realized i like him i literally cant look at him i need to hype myself up or something

like he looks at me and BOOM i avoid eye contact what is wrong with me

#tc community #teacher crush #teacherxstudent #male teacher crush #teacher crush community #teacher attachment

[f4tpo3s]

Chapter One:Moment to last

#mnrschoemanxreader #agegap #teacherxstudent #slowburn #angst #possessive #stalker

It was officially the first day of matric as I was on my way to my next class, which I was already late to. On my way a few people greeted me as I walked past. I wasn't necessarily popular but known well enough by a few people and their friends who I played hockey with previous years.

Hastily I entered the already semi full IT classroom in front of me and I felt various pairs of eyes burn through my skull. Silence filled the room as I walked in with about ten boys staring me up and down. I looked up and my eyes met with his. Our teacher. Mr Schoeman. His shoulders were broad and seemed to carry him with an authority that made it known not to question him. "Thank you for joining us " he said calmly as sudden chills ran down my spine. He gave a small grin, inviting me in. To my surprise no other desks were available except for the one closest to him. I continued walking towards the front of the classroom.

Stress coursed through my veins as it was my first year taking IT and I was forced to leave physics. Unfortunately, no other teacher would take me this late in my school career but the only problem I had with IT was the struggle of understanding the work and the wavering fear of failing the class on my last year of school.

I sat down at the desk in front of him, he glanced at me, and he gave a warming smile which I returned back to him. The next few minutes of class a few boys kept asking questions about me which seemed to be getting rather personal and which led to a surge of uncomfortableness that roamed my body. The sudden fall of a pen was heard hitting the floor and I turned my head to see where the noise was coming from. Mr Schoeman must have accidentally dropped his pen as he was now crouched down in front of my desk, only mere inches away from my legs that were crossed under the table. He stood back up and for a moment and I could have sworn he held a strong gaze on my legs before completely standing up giving me that innocent sweet smile again.

The bell eventually rang indicating for us to be dismissed. I heard the faint sounds of footsteps behind me as I grabbed my books turning around. "I'd like to see you for a moment if that's not a problem" Teacher Schoeman said softly as he placed a hand on my shoulder. My grip around my books tightened and I took a deep breath while slowly nodding my head. He removed his hand off my shoulder and he walked towards his desk. I exhaled and slowly followed behind him not saying a word. "Quite quiet, are we?" he asked jokingly as he sat down at his desk turning his chair to face me. Shaking his head as his own comment he spoke again softly " Sorry, you're probably wondering why I asked you here?" he chuckled as he sat up leaning towards me. "Oh yes uh... how could I help you Sir?" I asked politely as he smiled at me not breaking eye contact even for a moment. "How far behind are you with catching up on all the work?" he asked with a serious expression plastered on his face. I began to panic as I was not yet done with the work I was provided with because I had difficulties understanding it. "Well, I must admit I'm having difficulty understanding some of the work, but I was going to ask one of the boys to explain it to me."

He stood up from his chair. His tall frame towering over me as I looked up at him. He seemed to develop an irritated expression once I brought up my struggles about the work. "No..." he said sternly, and I looked down at the floor avoiding all eye contact. His tone quickly changed as he finished his sentence. "If you need help regarding the work, you can ask me. They're not too trustworthy when it comes to schoolwork" he spoke softly as he smiled. "Oh and..." he started his sentence as he then took my hand in his. I was caught off guard by this action as I gazed up to him curiously. "If any of these immature students are bothering you or being inappropriate again you can tell me "He spoke softly, almost a whisper next to my ear. Just as he finished his sentence one of the teachers entered into the classroom. He drops my hand immediately as if it was out of pure instinct and greeted her, but his eyes never leaving mine. "I need to go" I said quickly as I turned around walking away with a steady pace not looking back. I greeted the teacher and finally made my way out of the class.

Thoughts raced in my mind about the recent interaction with Mr Schoeman and why he acted strange once the teacher entered the classroom.The events kept replaying in my mind never coming to a rest...

#mnrschoemanxreader #agegap #possessive #teacherxstudent #slow burn #angst #Spotify

[sunnystockimage]

he keeps telling me he isn't mad at me when i apologize thats kinda hot 🤧

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[boyinblackme]

That kinda Bloodly Love (male Michael Myers reader x glynda goodwitch) - ~into~ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1344514285-that-kinda-bloodly-love-male-michael-myers-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Sml-u-dudu&wp_originator=CGxb8wsQ6G1E4ID4Oc3Eo5BY5vIAzzu2ZoevyQxf5zqeuNDjKGD5YF9Q9ZpcMjJviON%2BLr42Qseu70gCCfPBZpxOD5c7Anf4DJ%2FXK7XWMqszCLqMtd0paCQDUruAbAjM Morning ms glynda Morning mr m/n i see your still have an attitude from yesterday something wrong no no im fine you sure yeah i just need a sec go ahead y/n you take all the time you need i be here by your side

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[kbtbb-soryu]

Queen of Ice [Ryota x OC] Chapter 9

A/N: Not that I’ve been posting that much lately anyway, but this will probably be my last story update until after my exams in June. Hopefully I’ll update a bit more regularly again after that. 

I spent every spare moment cramming math into my brain. Give up? Like hell. It was the weekend before my midterm. It was mere days away and I was nervous.

“Is there anything else I can do before the test?” I asked.

“Go over the problems you’ve been reviewing up till now,” Mr Mochizuki said.

“Is that it? I don’t feel like it’s enough. I’m so nervous I feel like I might throw up. And it isn’t even the day of the test.”

“Well, in that case…” He took a moment to think things over and then nodded thoughtfully. “If you really want to be ready, you need to get used to the testing environment. If you’ve got the stomach for it, we can spend the whole day doing practice exams.”

I nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Mr Mochizuki grinned. “First solve all the problems within fourty minutes. We’ll work on picking up your speed.” I nodded. “Begin.” He produced a stopwatch and tapped his thumb over it. I threw myself into the equations before me. First, look at all the problems and decide which order I’d solve them in. Next, decide how long I’d spend on each question. Then, start from the problems I knew I could solve. God, I hoped all this time I spent studying paid off. It had to.

 Mr Mochizuki and I chatted as we looked over all the practice tests of the day. I almost couldn’t believe my progress.

“Everything you got wrong was just a careless mistake. All your hard work really paid off,” he told me. “The one thing you’re missing is confidence, which you can get through repetition.”

“My confidence isn’t that great when it comes to math, I admit.”

“Only those with confidence to spare truly succeed at test-taking. You can do this. Trust in yourself and the time you’ve invested.”

“I believe you. Thanks. You’re the reason I came to this point.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything. This was all you. You’re the one who got up early, who spent all her free time studying. You worked really hard. You deserve to get into that medical course.” I was surprised to realise he’d been paying such close attention to me.

“You, uh… You knew about that, huh?”

“Duh. We live in the same house.” I shrugged. “Let’s do one more test tonight, and then I’ll cook you whatever you want tonight?”

“Anything I want? Then, I—”

“Want hamburgers?”

“You know me so well,” I said jokingly. “I’ll help.”

“No, this is my treat for a long day of studying.”

 “Finished that last test.” I put my pencil down.

“It was close, but you made the cut-off. A ninety. Congrats.”

“Thank you for helping me today.”

“A whole day off spent working… Someone deserves a reward.”

“Another one?” I arched an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna run to the convenience store really quick.”

“So by ‘someone’ you meant you.” 

“Who else?”

“The person who did the actual studying.” I pointed towards myself.

“You got your hamburgers.”

“So? Maybe I want something else.”

“Fine, fine. But just this once.”

I grinned.

 It was just a few minutes’ walk to the convenience store from Mr Mochizuki’s. This area was so quiet, it was just us on the street. I kept stealing glances at him, trying to keep my growing smile in tone.

“What are you gonna get at the store?” he asked.

“Hmm… dunno. Depends on what they’re stocked with. I’ll decide when I get there.”

“You know this is on my dime, right? Don’t go too crazy.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll pay for my own stuff. Oh, and we’ve got to get some of those limited-edition chocolate puffs, too.”

“They have those? If you see some, you make sure to let me know, okay?”

“I will.”

“You’re an honest one, huh,” he muttered. I looked at him. “With that honesty, you can accept anything, head-on.”

“You really think that?” No one had ever said anything like that to me before.

“I do. Normally, I’d say that honesty comes from not seeing enough of the world, but… I think it’s just one of your many inherent strengths.” His eyes took on a melancholy I’d never seen from him before. I stitched my brows together. “Today, and just today, I’m gonna let you buy whatever you want.”

“I told you, I can pay for it myself.”

“Stop arguing. Buy anything you want. It’s on me.”

I sighed. “You’re going to regret that.”

“Well, you deserve it. You put up with a lot of studying.”

“I know, but I did that for my benefit. Not so you’d buy me stuff.”

“I said stop arguing.”

“You know for someone who calls me stubborn, you take the cake.”

That night, we threw ourselves a junk food party.

 On Monday, I was about to leave after club practice when I saw a note stuffed into my shoe locker.

“Ooh, is that a looove letter?” Yuka asked playfully behind me. I turned a sour look on her.

“A love letter? To you? Doubt it,” Tsukishiro said, having shown up.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eito snapped at him. 

“It’s okay, Eito,” I turned a smirk on Tsukishiro. “Tell me, why do you think it’s unlikely for me to get a love letter?” 

“Well, you have kind of an off-putting personality...” he avoided my eyes. An off-putting personality... and yet these two idiots insist on involving themselves with me. 

I barked a laugh. “You really think guys ask me out because they like my personality? That is just adorable, really,” I mocked him. 

“She’s the prime minister’s daughter, genius. It doesn’t have anything to do with whether they actually like her or not,” Eito said, leaning against his locker with his bag slung over one shoulder. 

“Seriously?” Tsukishiro asked. 

“Uh-huh,” I replied. 

“That’s so shallow,” Yuka said. 

I arched an eyebrow at her. “Why are you mad about it? I’m the one dealing with it.”

“It still pisses me off,” she said. I didn’t get it. 

My eyes fell back on Tsukishiro. “Are you telling me if you asked me out, it wouldn’t have anything to do with who my parents are?” 

“Exactly.” My eyes widened at his response. He meant it.

“That’s...”

“Adorable?” he asked.

“Admirable. But don’t expect other guys to be as sincere as you,” I replied as I opened the note.  Tomorrow, after school, meet me in the A.V. room.

“You’re not actually gonna go, are you?” Tsukishiro asked. 

I shrugged. “Probably not.” 

 That night I was unpacking my bag in the living room, trying to fish out my math books for our tutoring session when the letter from earlier slipped out.  

“What’s that? A letter?” Mr Mochizuki asked.

“Not what I’d consider a letter but you could call it that.” I shrugged.

“A love letter?” Having seen what was on it, an eyebrow arched on his forehead. “Who’s it from?”

I waved the letter in front of him. “You see a name on this thing? Cause I don’t.”

“A love letter from a mystery admirer.” He placed a few fingers to his forehead, thinking something over. “You going to go?”

“I’m curious about who it’s from.” The opposite of what I told my classmates, mostly because Eito was there. He had this ridiculous notion that he had to deal with these annoyances on my behalf which was in and of itself, also an annoyance. 

“Anyone you’re hoping to see there?”  Mr Mochizuki asked. You? I smiled wryly.

“Not particularly. But whoever it is is going to be in for a nasty surprise.” I waved the piece of paper in front of his face again. “I don’t take well to these things.”

“Love letters?” he asked.

“No, orders. This thing doesn’t even have a ‘please’ in it.”

Mr Mochizuki’s eyes widened. “That’s why you’re going to go?”

“Why else would I go? It’s not like I care about any of this.” I crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it. It landed in the trashcan a few feet away.

“Pretty good aim.” Something in his voice sounded almost relieved. I raised an eyebrow.

“I should hope so. I am in the archery club.”

“Let’s get back to the practice tests. While I’m correcting your last one, you can go ahead and solve these here.” He was back to being the stern teacher I’d come to know and love, and I turned my attention back to the tests.

 After school, I made my way to the A.V. room. I didn’t know who sent the letter but I wasn’t particularly surprised when Sato turned up a few seconds after I did. 

“You came,” he said.

“You wrote me that letter,” I muttered. 

“Uh-huh. I’ve liked you for a really, really long time now, Haruka. Would you wanna go out with me? Be my girlfriend.” There was zero preamble in his words. I almost grimaced. If I was being completely honest, Sato creeped me out.

“I looked him straight in the eyes. “Sorry, Sato. I like someone else.” I gave him a formal bow and attempted to walk past him on my way out. He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me up against a desk. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” 

“I love you. Can’t you see that? What do I need to do to make you understand? Maybe a kiss could show you?” 

“You’re insane.”

“Just a peck, nothing big.” I shoved him off me, but he grabbed both my arms, pinning me. “Haruka...” 

Alright, if he was willing to go this far, there was only one thing I could do. I rammed my knee hard between his legs. He cried out in pain and stumbled back. A normal girl would have run at this point. But I wasn’t normal. I grabbed his hair and shoved his head down to my knee. I could hear the crack of bone breaking as I shoved him against the black board. Grabbing him by the collar, I launched my fist. I missed, hitting the board right beside his face. His eyes widened.

“You ever pull a stunt like this again, I promise you, I won’t miss.” Keeping my fist against the board, I let go of his shirt and watched as he ran from the classroom. 

“Haru!” I heard Eito’s voice just as the sound of Sato’s receding footsteps began to fade. 

I shook my fist and turned around. “Hey, what are you doing here?” I knew he’d show up. 

“I heard fighting,” Eito said, stepping into the classroom. 

“I wouldn’t call this a fight,” I replied nonchalantly. 

Eito’s eyes fell on the drawing board where my fist had left a rather large dent. He looked at my hand as I hopped onto one of the desks. 

“Your hand...”

“It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt.” 

“It looks broken.” He took my hand and applied pressure to my knuckles. “Can you feel that?”

“Of course I can feel it.”

“But it doesn’t hurt.”

“No.”

“Does this hurt?” He pressed down on my knuckles harder. 

“No. For god’s sake, Eito, how many more times do I have to tell you? I don’t feel pain.” 

Eito dropped my hand. “Right. That’s the only reason you survived, right?” 

My eyes widened as I was taken back to the day I uttered those words. “You heard me say that?” 

“Yeah.” I didn’t respond. Eito slammed the back of his fist against the board. “Dammit, Haruka!”

“Eito...” I frowned.

“You are always so quick to throw yourself under the bus for us. Sacrificing yourself. Is that why you did it? Because you knew that no matter what they did to you, you wouldn’t feel it?” 

“No,” I answered, my voice hoarse.

“Then why?” 

“I wanted to protect you.”

“Then is it really that hard to believe that sometimes I want to protect you too?! You’re my cousin and my best friend. Stop being a martyr for once and let someone else in!” I had nothing to say in response. He’d figured out why I really came: so he wouldn’t be able to get involved. I’d never seen him get this emotional before. He sighed. “Get that looked at. Just because you can’t feel it, doesn’t mean it isn’t broken.” I nodded, avoiding my cousin’s gaze as he left. 

I sighed and walked over to the window. “You can come in, you know. No use lurking in the hallway.” 

“You knew I was there?” I heard the clack of Mr Mochizuki’s shoes against the tiles as he came into the classroom, closing the door behind him. 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“I don’t believe you.” I heard him approach me. He pulled me towards him, his hand on the back of my head. My eyes widened as I heard his heart pound against my ear. I was in his embrace, held in his arms. 

“Are you alright?” he asked again. A quiet question, spoken in a pained whisper. His arms tightened around me.

After a long moment of silence, I said, “No.” I pulled myself away, looking down. 

“I’m here. Everything’s okay now.” I nodded, stepping back. “What happened?” I nodded my head in the direction of the drawing board. “You did that?”

I held my injured hand up with a wry smile. “Congenital pain insensitivity. It’s a genetic mutation that makes the person unable to feel pain.” 

Mr Mochizuki’s eyes widened. “You have it?” 

I nodded. “You want to know about that conversation between me and Eito just now...” I said matter-of-factly. 

“You don’t have to say anything.” I nodded again. “So, was Eito...”

“The person who sent me that letter? No. It was Sato. I rejected him and he forced himself on me.” I gave a wry chuckle. “I may have gone a little overboard with the self-defense. Then Eito showed up and we had an argument.” I heaved a long sigh. “I’d better get this looked at.” I left. 

 I had texted Pierre that I’d be late to work today. Aunt Ran only gave me an exasperated look when I showed up at the hospital. She didn’t bother asking questions, only told me to be more careful as she patched me up. After work, Mr Mochizuki stopped by to walk me home.

“Thanks for coming all the way out here,” I said. Kei couldn’t pick me up today; he was busy investigating my stalker. Although after what happened today, I had a pretty good idea of who it could be.

“Of course… I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you. About Sato… I never realised he’d be this dogged.”

“He’s the least of my problems right now,” I said. 

“I know you’re going through a lot right now and I don’t want to freak you out even more, but… You need to be careful of him.”

“I think I’ve proven I can take care of myself,” I gave him a cheeky smile, to which he laughed. 

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[teachers-pet-2308]

Teacher crushes and stalking.

I didn't want to publicly have to talk about this, but I have a really big issue with stalking my teachers when I have crushes on them.

It started in 6th grade, my first teacher crush F, I just lightly stalked her online and looked her up.

7th grade, it was M. I looked her up on everything, found images, socials, dug deep into the web to find her phone number, address, etc.

8th grade, it was C. She was probably the first intense teacher crush I've had. I wrote on my school issued computer the things I wanted to do, ie cutting myself with her homework papers because she had touched them. I stalked her twitter for quite some time and eventually, I was caught by the school, for obvious reasons. I was sat down with C and the dean, and we talked about "boundaries," stuff like that.

The behavior stopped. For a while. And then, freshman year came, which is where I am now.

I'm crushing on three of my teachers. R(female), R(male), and K. They kind of rotate in intensity, one day it'll be R(male), the next K, etc etc. But at the beginning of the school year, I ended up going to K's house and stalking him for 3 days straight. I camped out outside his house and I just watched as he entered and left, writing down everything and anything I could find.

Now, today, it's R(male), and I ended up stalking him for a few hours online. I texted his phone number, called it from multiple numbers, I just wouldn't stop. Earlier today, I went to his house with a ski mask on, and rang his doorbell. Mind you, he has a girlfriend

As I was leaving, I look behind me, and there he is, entering the building. He definitely saw me and probably could tell who I was by my height, weight, and shoes.

I don't know what to do. I am at a loss. Every time I tell myself I'm going to stop, I don't. I fantasize about him all the time. I do love spells. I talk to him at lunch and try to excel in his class. He's the music teacher so this is pretty easy for me, as I am slightly musically inclined and the school is a performing arts school.

Does anyone have any advice on how I can try and stop myself from going to teacher's houses? It's going to end up getting me into a lot of legal trouble if it continues and I really do not want to deal with that. I haven't gone to R(female)'s house yet, but thats only because I"m unable to find her address as she has a common first and last name, there are so many people out there that could be her, yknow?

Sorry for the rambling. If anyone has any advice, please let me know.

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[cowgirl-of-the-stars]

how do y’all get your tc’s numbers asking for a friend

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[tccpeaches]

i cant lie reading through this blog makes me miss D a lot :( he was really special to me

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[sunnystockimage]

bro 😭😭 he emailed my dad since i have a D now and said i was lacking motivation (my fault cause he asked me if that was ok and i said yeah,,) my dad went on a rant abt how i shouldnt use that as an excuse like brooooo i literally have clinical depression and you took me off of my meds cold turkey a week ago 😅

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Soulmates ~ Most predictable title ever ~ - P.S. (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1320255024-soulmates-%7E-most-predictable-title-ever-%7E-p-s?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ElyTrifanova&wp_originator=pPdclDEWJl8hp4Kn5JAwKa32rSKgjpkY6I0ZzUefRxSuRH1bbLvCaI0iqIQJ4i%2F6mFbRzlnA1KcZ%2BueDHp%2FZZax5re83TKhiiE2O9KUmDpWDeD%2F1RtFR%2Fs7PDzCUcVXo He was my teacher once... I was his student... I felt something...But did he feel it too?

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Queen of Ice [Ryota x OC] Chapter 7

I took a shower and sat myself down for our daily tutoring session. He’d done so much for me over the last few weeks. The least I could do was to pass that test and prove that our hard work meant something.

“We’re dealing with probability today,” he said.

“I bombed my probability test last year…” I got thirty for that test.

“You don’t just naturally come to like the things you hate.”

“Lecture-time, I see,” I retorted.

“I’m a teacher; lectures are my profession.”

I heaved an exaggerated sigh and waved a hand. “Fire away.”

“We must find tools in order to love that which we hate. For example, foods you dislike… You develop tricks to eat them, right?”

“I guess…”

“It’s the same principle.”

“Go on.” I nodded.

“For example, you’re dealing with probability… So associate something you like with it. Here we go: if you can get the problem right within the time limit, you can have yourself a chocolate puff. Treat yourself; that always works.”

I grimaced. “That sounds more like a punishment than a reward.” I made a show of shivering.

“Then treat yourself to whatever you like.”

“Is that what you used to do?” I asked as I took a sip of my second coffee for the night.

“If I could get all the problems right, I’d buy as much candy as I could at the store. That worked like a charm.”

“Sooo… what, after doing math you’d stuff yourself full of sugar and vomit all over your homework?” That would sure as hell happen to me if I did that.

Mr Mochizuki laughed. “Gross. Sure, I felt sick, but was I ever motivated. Is that a tempting offer?”

“Oh, sure,” I dragged the word out, “Cause I’d love to be sick to my stomach stuffed on sugar.” So this was how Mr Mochizuki studied. “I kind of assumed you were a natural born studier.”

“No way. It’s rare to find a student who actually enjoys studying.”

I leaned back on my palms. “To think of you as a normal student once upon a time…”

“What’d you think I was? I wasn’t so obsessed with math that I couldn’t get enough of it. But here I am, a math teacher. It’s all about your method.”

“Well, I’m willing to do anything to get over my hatred for math.”

“What’ll be your treat to yourself, Haruka?” he asked. I didn’t believe in an external locus of control. But since he asked, I might as well take advantage of the situation.

“There’s a firework show coming up. I’d like to see it with you.”

“Fireworks, huh?” That sounded like the beginning of a rejection. “Alright. You’ve got a deal.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“On one condition. We watch them from my place. You can see them pretty well from here, actually. If you get into that medical course, then we’ll watch them together. What d’you say?”

“Deal. I’m going to get into that course. Watch me.” I smiled confidently.

I was tired; dead tired. Between school, work, tutoring and everything else that had been going on, I didn’t get much sleep. One Saturday, it was past eleven and Mr Mochizuki was still not up. I knocked on Mr Mochizuki’s door, but no answer came. I knocked again, louder this time. Was he ill or something. I knocked again. Deciding not to waste any more time, I went inside. My eyebrow twitched at the mess in front of me.

I was met with piles of books and DVDs littering the floor. This was what his room looked like? It was a dump and enough to give my dad an aneurism if he ever saw this place. The last time I was in his room was the first morning I spent here and I didn’t take a look around. Mainly because I was focused and him being muscled and shirtless. I shook the image from my head. 

“The final lap…” I saw him staring at his TV, game controller in hand. He had that crazy bedhead of his, but his look was new and improved with glasses. I looked at the TV. From the looks of it, he’d been occupied with playing a racing game. “Oh you son of a… Damn this guy’s tough. First place again. But if I can drift around this last corner, I’ll be able to shave off two seconds.” His eyes twitched back and forth between the race and the on-screen timer.

“Mr Mochizuki!” I shouted, causing him to startle, but he finally looked my way.

“What’re you doing in my room?” he asked.

“I’ve been pounding on your door for almost half an hour. I thought you were dead.” I crossed my arms.

“You did? Didn’t notice at all,” he said.

“Just how tuned out were you?” I asked.

“You’ve, um, seen my room, then?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

He took a shameful look around his room and released an uncharacteristic sigh. “You’re getting a firsthand look at all my faults.” I didn’t reply. “Don’t tell any of your friends, got it? Class’d fall into anarchy if they knew I was slob at home.” He tossed the controller onto the seat next to him, shoulders slumped.

“It’s not the end of the world,” I said.

“A student seeing their teacher be unprofessional? Trust me. It’s the end of the world.”

I sighed exasperatedly. “You’re blowing this completely out of proportion. It’s weirder if you acted like a teacher in your own home.”

“Huh?” he blurted out, apparently thrown by my comment.

“Everyone has their ‘off’ time. Conversely, we all have our ‘on’ time. This is your home. You should be able to let your hair down here. I won’t tell anyone about what I see here, so just, you know, be yourself.”

“You…” It almost looked like he was about to say something, but his mouth suddenly closed tight.

“You should probably clean your room, though.” The stacks of DVDs and books I first saw were merely the tip of this trash iceberg. Heaps of all sorts of junk were scattered across the room. “I mean, it’s your room, whatever… But these stacks look like they’re about to fall over. Some rearranging here and there would probably keep you from being buried alive.”

“No, they’re not gonna fall anytime soon – I’ve balanced my stacks just perfectly.” I raised an eyebrow. “But you may have a point. This place could do with some TLC. Let’s do this, then. Whoever loses a race gets to clean my room.”

“That sounds like it’s in your favour more than mine.”

“But if you win, I’ll make you anything you want for dinner tonight.”

“Alright.” I sat down next to him and took the controller he held out to me. “The graphics are really good.”

“Makes you feel like you’re right there, in the middle of it all, huh? Let’s start.” We gripped our controllers tightly and the battle began. It was over pretty fast.

“You beat me by a whole lap!” My head snapped to him. “You weren’t pulling your punches at all.”

“Oh trust me, I was.”

I wasn’t convinced, especially not after seeing him belly laugh like he did. “I don’t buy it. You were out to destroy me from the get-go.”

“Trust me, if I’d been going all out, you would’ve known.” I raised an eyebrow. “Does it matter? I won, you lost. Now clean my room. Make it sparkle.”

“You could barely handle the idea of me making you lunch. Now you want me to clean your room?”

He scratched ruefully at his neck. “You’ve already seen some of my worst sides, so there’s no point in trying to act cool anymore, right? Besides, I know you can keep a secret with the best of them.”

I smiled wryly. “I seem to be keeping a lot of your secrets.”

“Look, I can cook, but I can’t clean worth a damn. It’s just plain smart to ask others to help do what you can’t.”

I looked up at him, my face serious. “There’s no logic in that.”

“Look at you, comedy queen.”

“It’s hard to tell when you’re being sarcastic or not.” I’d never seen him without his ‘teacher’ guard up. It was kind of fun seeing him like this.

Without even fixing his messy hair, he made for the kitchen and made us breakfast. 

 “Okay, chop chop. Get to cleaning.”

After breakfast, we were back in his room and he was ordering me around.

“You’re going to lie in bed reading while I clean? You’re some kind of sick freak.”

“Hey. Remember this ‘sick freak’ made you lunch, lest we forget?”

“I didn’t realise you hated cleaning this much.”

“Hate is a strong word. It’s more like… I’m the type of person who can’t quit until the job’s absolutely perfect.”

“Then clean your room until it’s ‘absolutely perfect’.”

“Hm? What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” I rolled my eyes and got to work. Some perfectionist. Perfectionists didn’t leave their rooms looking like a children’s playroom.

I divided things into categories. The amount of games he had was staggering. He had more of them lying around than movies. I picked up a case, examining it to see in which pile it should go.

“Bouncy Bikini Boob Time?” I read the label and looked at him. “Seriously?”

His hand plucked it out of mine. “A friend left that here.”

“Better hurry and give it back to your ‘friend’ then.” I gave him a smirk that said I didn’t believe a word he was saying.

“I know, I know… But it’s such a pain to go down to the post office and sent it…”

“I would pay actual money to see you walk into the post office with this in hand.” I crossed my arms.

“Alright, that’s enough commentary from the peanut gallery. Back to cleaning!”

“How about a little help instead of bossing me around? This is your room, you know.”

“Fine.” Afraid of me finding any more ‘dirty’ secrets, he shuffled over.

“I’m putting the books on the bookshelf,” I said as I gathered several books lying on the floor.

“Go ahead.” As I put them back onto the shelf, I noticed one of them standing out. Mr Mochizuki’s middle school graduation essay. I opened it and found the page Mr Mochizuki wrote. I turned to him.

“I didn’t know you wanted to be a soccer player.”

“Huh? What the heck are you doing, looking at that!”

“This is the price you pay for a clean room. So? You didn’t want to be a teacher when you were in high school?”

“Yeah, well… It was a weird time in my life. I gave up on that dream,” he murmured, his eyes taking on a faraway look. I watched him for a moment until he noticed and smiled wryly. “Now I’ve got a new dream: to help all my students achieve their dreams. So you getting what you want will, by extension, give me what I want. Hear that? I’m counting on you to make my dreams come true.” His voice sounded determined, but I was pretty sure he was dodging the topic of his original dream. 

After cleaning his room, I left for my afternoon shift at the cafe. 

 I sat on the sofa later that night. “Hey, so… Why did you give up on your dream of playing soccer?” My question received a chilly silence. Life drained from his eyes. He blinked, gaze frosting over.

“I forgot,” he said. I cocked my head to the side. “Students shouldn’t pry into their teachers’ private lives.” An iciness I’d almost forgotten settled over me. My blood ran cold. I forgot myself. I chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“You’re right.” I stood up and walked into my room. I closed the door behind me. We spoke a good deal when we were cleaning his room. I didn’t understand what was with his attitude just now, but he was right. I’d be better off keeping my distance from now on. 

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