Oh hell, Professor

I'm wild for my professor. Let's call him N. 31 year age gap, both of us very much of legal age. I do imagines and just ramble on a bit. (UK)

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Back from holiday

ready for that professor/teacher crush action

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Fargo FX: a cool show about a nice man who smiles a lot and shows people that they can be the change they want to see in the world

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one of my guiltiest older man crushes was on this guy :^) shit son.

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:^)

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is your professor fully British? How is his accent?

100% British. 

He smells like tea, wears a monocle, a top-hat... Mmm, speak posh to me. 

Joking, but he has a really nice voice. I don’t think of the accent that often, it’s just his voice. 

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What would you do if your professor told you he loved you?

I don’t know. I’d need a bit of time to think to see if I could honestly say the same back. I can’t foresee him saying that anytime soon, though. 

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Why did you move to the UK? You're from America smh, best education in the world????

i moved to the UK for the bomb-ass BISCUITS. Have you tried a chocolate digestive? I promise it’s not a rubbish health drink like I thought the name suggested.

No but really, the UK has universities just as prestigious as American ones. And they don’t pound your ass for $50000 fees. 

My university is a top ten UK university (top 1%) worldwide and it costs me less than half of that. So that’s part of it. 

Second of all, always wanted to study abroad. Love traveling, love meeting all sorts of people. I hated my hometown in the states and saw some shit, wanted to get pretty far away. 

Some joke that I left the US because of Trump. I’d say nah to that, not really. Politics are fucked everywhere, but I do hate American politics :^)

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have you ever had a female tc?

Nah not really. I’ve found one female teacher attractive, but I felt no romantic/sexual desire for her. 

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August TC Challenge: Days 6-8

6. Do you remember when you first dreamed about him/her? (What happened in that dream?)

I was in denial that I was attracted to him until this dream. It was pretty much a dream where I did some grinding on him. I woke up like “oh no, I’m into that”

7. Did he/she ever did something that make you think like “What? You are able to do this?” (I hope you understand what I mean ^^)

I don’t think so.

8. The colour that reminds you of your tc? How does this colour relate to him/her?

Blue, he always wears a blue shirt.

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damn dude after that one I need some more happy requests lmao

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Anon TC Imagine Request: 4

Can you do an imagine (sorry this is weird) of the student being severely hurt by someone (idk a gun - bless america) in front of their (male) tc and the tc tries to save them? a really dramatic style would be good, and a tragic ending too pls. 

TW: shooting, blood

Ayy, I like a dark imagine every once in a while. Hope you enjoy. 

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It was a day like every other. Nothing in the routine was different, and nobody could imagine what this day would bring. Perhaps the rising sun, surrounded by a vivid scarlet red was a premonition. The cruel hands of fate worked against you today, and you had no idea it was coming. There was no good motive, nothing to justify what would happen. 

You were in class, your favourite class. Your TC seemed particularly appealing today, in a fresh outfit. His white button-down top tucked neatly into his dark trousers: perfection. You tried to take in his lesson, writing notes and answering the occasional question, but you would inevitably become distracted by him. You’d imagine those arms around you, those lips against yours. You had a truly colourful imagination which had gotten you in trouble in the past. So when the door opened abruptly, you couldn’t react quickly enough. You saw down the barrel of a gun and before you could scream, the barrel of that gun turned into darkness, like the flicker of a light. 

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You came to, in an agonising pain. There was a burning in your chest. Your body was shaking -- no, it was being shaken. In your blurred vision, you could make out the silhouette of your TC on his knees beside you, trying to rouse you to consciousness. You gasped, and it was so painful that you nearly blacked out again, but you forced your vision to clear. 

“Oh no, oh thank god, you’re here, you’re here...” He had one hand between your shoulder blades, holding you upright against him. The other was pressed to your sternum where blood leaked between his rough fingers. He rocked you back and forth against him. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay.” 

His irises were surrounded by a watery red. His shirt was covered in blood. You’d seen way too much red today. A tear dripped onto your cheek and it wasn’t yours. You were still too stunned to cry. He stroked your hair and your vision started fading once more. 

You were gone, but came to one more time. You could hear his pleading, begging you to wake up. The sadness you felt for him built another type of pain in your chest. You forced open your eyes and shakily lifted your arm. Your hand managed to catch onto the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly as you finally were able to cry. You pulled yourself close to his chest and heard his erratic heartbeat as you cried into his chest. 

He tried to comfort you, reassuring you the ambulance was coming, help was coming. 

Your grip loosened though, without your control, and the last thing you heard was, “stay with me, I’m here. Stay with me, I can’t lose you. Please don’t...”

His low voice muffled to a hum and then to nothing. He hunched over you, a choked sob leaving his perfect lips. He knew it was too late. With a kiss to your bloodied, still warm lips, he said his final goodbye. 

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Anon TC Imagine Request: 3

can you please write an imagine about a teacher who most students don't like because they think he's strict but when you stay after class he's always kind so when you tell him after class that he's your favorite teacher he gets all flustered and you admit to liking each other?

I hope you enjoy!

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He was frustrated again, your classmates just not paying attention to his lesson. You listened to complaints day after day about him. They say he’s too strict, too harsh, an asshole. You felt a little bad for him. You saw the side of him they didn’t: kind, passionate about his subject, eager to give knowledge, a genuinely good man and a good teacher. 

More complaints ensued as he ordered your loud, disrespectful classmate out of the class, exclaiming, “if you don’t want to learn here, then leave my class and explain to the main office why you’re not in class!” 

Whispers of disdain came from the classmate’s friends as they were forced to leave. Your TC ordered, “quiet!” 

They were all so rude to your teacher, you noted. He was just trying to teach the subject he loves to people. You took good notes, paying close attention to take in as much information as possible. On occasion, you’d get lost in his voice and his eyes when they’d meet yours and stay... just for an instant.

The bell rang and he wrapped up his lesson, your classmates gossiping as they entered the hall about him. It was a shame, really. You worked up bravery and decided to stay after class, as you’ve done in the past. This was when you saw the real side of him, such a sweet, kind-hearted man. You walked up to his desk where he was shaking his head, obviously irritated about the events of today’s class. 

But when he saw you, his eyes lost their glimmer of annoyance and softened. He asked gently, “is everything alright?”

“Yes,” you reply, impulsively blurting, “you should know, you’re my favourite teacher.”

His eyes widened a little and his cheeks became a little flushed. He looked down at his hands which fidgeted together. 

He then rubbed his forehead, asking, “err, really? Y/N, I’m surprised, not many students feel, err, that way. I’m... so glad to be your favourite teacher. I’m honoured.” His voice was a tad unsteady. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes. 

He was silent for a moment and you found yourself lost for words. His eyes finally met yours. 

“Y/N, I must say, I like you a lot.” 

It was now your turn to blush. Your mouth ran dry with amazement and happiness. 

You could only eagerly yet timidly reply, “I like you a lot, too.” 

He rose to his feet at your response, his arms wrapping around you in a fluid motion. You took in his warmth, his scent, his strength, as you pulled yourself closer to his embrace. You knew then that this moment promised so much closeness between the two of you. Your relationship would now change, and for the better. 

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My tc is not from here and and came here to substitution. His style is like a hippie is inspired by 50's-90's Hollywood's actors and he is really crazy but good person. I honestly don't know what I'm feeling, but in a way I think I'm attracted to him. The worst part is that, as he is young, not from here and just came for substitution, we are afraid that probably he won't be here next year... We all have doubts and I'm just :////////

I really hope something works out so he can stick around. If he can’t, be sure to cherish your time with him. Maybe get his email someday in the future to keep in touch. He sounds like a dream! 

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Anon TC Imagine Request: 2

Hi I really like your writing, and I was wondering if you could do an imagine about a student telling her female tc that she's moving over the summer, but the tc asking her to stay.

Thank you! I hope you enjoy. 

It was nearing the end of the year and you were feeling apprehensive and almost a little sad: it seemed the time with your TC was coming to a close. You were moving in the summer and doubted you’d see her ever again. 

You were daydreaming, eyes fixated on her as she was teaching a class rowdy with excitement for the summer. She was so beautiful, so classy, so ageless to you. Her voice was like music. It was a shame your classmates didn’t appreciate her as much as they should. 

You were so deep in thought that you missed the bell. You heard your name being called by that lovely voice. “Y/N?” 

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks and you apologised, explaining that you have so much on your mind lately. 

“Like what?” She asks gently, pulling a chair over to your desk to sit next to you. You could smell her sweetness.

“It’s just, I’m not sure I’m ready for school to end. Over summer, I’ll be moving away and I’m unsure if I’m ready to start over.” 

You could swear you saw a frown twitch at the corners of her lips. 

“I had no idea you were moving,” she replied, eyes glinting a little with what appeared to be sadness. Suddenly, her hand moved to yours and cupped it. Her hands were soft and a little warm. “I don’t know how to say this, but, I want you to stay.”

You were confused and a little shocked by this confession. But you felt happiness build in the centre of your chest, warmth filling you. Before you could speak, she interjected.

“Would you stay here... for me? With me? I’ll just miss you so much.” 

You certainly wanted to stay. It was clear you’d have a lot to think over as you wanted to accept her asking you to stay... But could you? Her hand squeezed yours and you knew that you would figure something else - you had to. You knew a beautiful future was coming with your TC. 

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Ya girl is back

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August TC Challenge: Days 4-5

4. Would you describe him/her as a crush or a love?

I would say he’s more than a crush but not quite love. I care deeply for him.

5. Finish the sentence “Having a tc is…”

A bit of heaven and a bit of hell. :^)

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I’m in the process of writing Anon Requests

Thanks for being patient xoxo

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August TC Challenge: Days 2-3

Do you go to school at the moment (summer break)? Have you graduated? If not, when will you go to school again? Do you know when/whether you will see your tc again?

I’m currently on summer term, but my TC doesn’t teach me. I see him a few times a week if I’m lucky, but at least once a week.

What happened in the last dream with your tc in it?

I’d never do this, but I tried to make him jealous by flirting with another professor. I was shocked when I woke up!