✨ tc ✨

[rmnamjoons]

🍁🔮✨ Under Your Spell [KNJ]

➳ summary: You’re a garden witch running a potion business and plant shop, and you might just have a tiny crush on the non-magical man running the bookstore next door. Namjoon is sweet, cute, and handsome, and he actually seems to like you back — but just as the two of you start falling for each other, an evil witch puts a curse on him: unless Namjoon falls in love with her instead, he will break anything he touches forever.

➳ pairing: bookstore owner!Namjoon x garden witch!reader

➳ genre: fluff, smut, witch au, magic au, whimsical modern magical realism (Ghibli-meets-Practical Magic vibes)

➳ word count: 25k — this is a complete one-shot

➳ tags: cute nerdy book-loving gentle giant Namjoon, black cats and curses and potions (oh my!), magic and witches are normal in this world, Y/N’s cat is also in love with Namjoon, mutual pining, “we can’t touch each other but we want to” pining, smut, oral (f and m receiving), sex that is only protected by magic

➳ links: read on ao3 + my masterlist 

➳ A/N: Happy Halloween/spooky season!!! 🎃🍂💖🍁🔮✨

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[gukyi]

good luck charm | kth

summary: kim taehyung has nearly everything he’s ever dreamed of: an apartment in new york city, a lead role in an off-broadway play, and a best friend to share it with. but even still, there’s one thing missing—love. and when he goes on the hunt for it, he dots every i and crosses every t, leaves no stone unturned, but forgets to look at the person who could ever love him the most: you.

{friends to lovers!au, roommates!au, actor!au}

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader genre: fluff, angst, unrequited love word count: 11k a/n: a huge thank you to MK for commissioning me for this piece–i hope it’s everything you dreamed of!!!! these are tough times, but i hope this can serve as a distraction to everyone!! please stay safe and wash your hands! if you’re interested in commissioning me, check out this post! also, if the pictures are unclear, click on them for higher resolution!

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[macdoesit]

This video has no chill….. (X)

[naturalbellaaa]

😂😭😭😭😭😭😭

[theeeprotagonist]

I AM DONE GOODBYE

[officialbrendonurie]

@panic-at-the-kellin please just watch this all

[farouchefetish]

“Coffee” - TC Imagine

You walk into his room bright and early. Always about ten minutes before class giving you time to sit and talk with him.

Upon seeing your professor you smile softly and say goodmorning. Your voice a bit timid as he always fills you with nerves. A bundle of butterflies in your stomach and unadmittedly the occasional inappropriate thoughts.

He looks up at you with a tired expression and nods, muffling a goodmorning in reply. His beautifully colored eyes are heavy, his brows low and corners of his mouth turned down. He looked so exhausted and you couldn’t help but feel so deeply concerned for him.

“How’s your morning going?” You ask, noticing he seems more and more unkempt from his usual routine.

His hair a bit out of place, his buttoned up shirt untucked, and open around the neck giving you an enticing view of his collarbone and chest.

“I’ve had better days…” he replys, “but nothing to worry about.”

If only he knew how much he meant to you he’d know you couldn’t help but worry.

As you set down your things you notice his usual cup of coffee is missing on his desk. Then you get an idea, it’s a little bold, more than what you’d usually do for him, but you figure what’s the worse that could happen.

You walk out of class and unbeknownst to him head to the cafeteria.

You return a few minutes later holding two cups of coffee. You walk up to his desk and outstretch your hand, “here”

He looks up in surprise, greeted by your warm smile.

After a small pause he smiles back and takes the hot cup from you. His eyes are soft and bright now as he mutters a sincere “thank you —- this is very kind of you.” 

When he said your name in that tired, raspy voice you couldn’t help but inwardly swoon. His hand lingers on top of yours for a few seconds. His fingers slightly intertwined between yours as he slowly pulls the cup away.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say playfully, earning a small chuckle from him.

Seeing him beginning to feel better as he sipped the coffee put you in such a great mood. It made you feel as if you were more than just a student to him. A companion to sit and sip coffee with, someone he could confide to. 

You take your seat, first row next to his desk of course and continue talking and drinking with him.

His words warming your heart better than the coffee ever could.

[farouchefetish]

48. “You make me want things I can’t have.”

“You wanted to see me?” I voiced, walking into an empty office a few minutes after class ended. 

“Yes, take a seat.” You replied, waving your hand toward a chair opposite your desk. You didn’t look at me when you spoke and the tone of your voice seemed as if you were deeply concerned about something. 

I sat down, placing my backpack by my side slowly watching you. You didn’t look angry, but definitely not happy. You paced back and forth at a steady pace with your hand propped under your chin. You had taken the jacket off you wore during lecture and I couldn’t help but notice the definition of your flexed arms. 

Glancing around your office it was dimly lit and I realized your window shades were closed. This wasn’t going to be the usual conversation you’d have with your student’s was it? I couldn’t help but grow more and more nervous as I waited for you to speak. You walked around the desk to your office door and closed it shut. As I heard the door ‘click’ I felt my throat run dry. 

“D-did I do something wrong professor?” I squeaked, falling prey to how intimidating you looked. 

“No, not in the way you’re thinking of.” You replied. You walked back to your chair, your hand brushing along the back of my chair as you walked. I followed you with my eyes wide and worried. 

“I don’t understand.” I replied. 

“How long are you going to keep this up?” You asked, placing your palms flat on your desk and leaning forward. Was this an interrogation? 

I shook my head curiously confused.

“Hmm.” You grunted deeply, I couldn’t help but shutter from the sound. 

“The way you speak to me….” He began.

“If I’ve ever been disrespectful I’m truly sorry” I voiced.

You laugh and I notice it’s a response that showed you knew I was lying. A grand pretender finally being caught in the act.

“The way you’ve been dressing…” he added.

I glanced down at my legs in black thigh high socks, a pleated skirt sitting about mid thigh, a tight crop top and boots heels.

“I-I don’t think I’m breaking any dress codes.” I muttered.

“Enough.” You snapped. Your voice stern and rough.

Even though you are meaning to be menacing, the more submissive part of myself enjoyed this, your dominate side. Every part of me sparked with such sinful desires that stemmed from that brutal look in your eye that wanted to bend me over your knee.

You walked up to me and kneld down, your lips dangerously close to my ear. My breathing went shallow as my whole body slightly trembled.

“I will ask again, how long are you going to keep this innoncent act?”

I release a sharp huff and smile deviously.

“until you break.” I reply.

My teacher was an intelligent man, he knew what I wanted and the tactics I was using. And I knew that after every class session of his eyes lingering on inappropriate places that he was cracking. He was caving in on the fanstasies of exploring the forbidden fruit of an “innocent” student.

I shutter as your lips graze my ear,

“You make me want things I can’t have.” You whisper, sending goosebumps down my spine.

I cross my legs, desire building too great to control now. If I didn’t have another class to go to after this meeting I’d beg you to take me right here and now.

Instead, I turn to you with a coy expression,

“And what do you intend to do about that?”

[farouchefetish]

Sheer & Lace

I wanted to feel cute today. I wanted to walk into your class feeling confident. And the only way I could truly do that was to wear this…

If anyone knew I was this type of person it would probably come as a surprise. But then again, aren’t the quiet ones always the most intriguing?

When I woke up today, to the first day of spring I chose a nice dress with a light floral pattern. It had a square neckline and slightly poofy shoulders. A ribbon tie around my waist and the length was a few inches above the knee. It was form fitting, highlighting the small of my waist and roundness of my hips and yet it was still innocently modest.

But that wasn’t what would be shocking. Underneath was a sheer and lacy garter belt with six suspender straps that clipped to my stockings, holding them up my legs. It felt silly to wear the garter belt and not the matching panties. So along with that were sheer and lace underwear that cut high on the hips leaving a lot of my back side exposed.

I thought the combo was cute, bought it just for me and yet was excited to wear it to your class. These types of pieces made me feel confident, sexy even, and I needed that extra boost if I was going to face you again. My teacher, that could so easily take my breath away. I know you’d never see it or that I’d be way to shy to ever show you, but it still felt like I wore it for you.

When I entered your class you looked up at me, tired eyes widened a bit as I said goodmoring. You replied, clearing your throat first and said the same. Through out the day during lecture breaks we’d have small side conversations. One of which, you slipped in how nice I looked today.

With a blush I thanked you and secretly thought of what I’d like to show you underneath the skirt. I was burning with curiosity to know your reaction. I felt bothered by those thoughts all day and it was even worse when they brewed into day dreams. Visions of you dropping a paper, bending over and seeing just a peak under the dress. Or something more bold like if I stayed after class helping you clean the white board. I reach as high as I can and the hem of my dress comes up just enough for you to see the lingerie.

Little did I know, I didn’t have to dream.

You asked if anyone could hand out quizzes during one of our breaks and I stupidly volunteered. I walked around the room giving students papers as you cleaned the white board. As I made my rounds and students went in and out of the door for restroom breaks a slight breeze would blow threw, nothing to worry about.

Not until I had finished and walked back to your desk. You were beside me typing on your computer. I collected the papers in my hands as neat as I could and as I began to set them on your desk a student had whipped through the door, throwing it open and allowing a strong gust of wind inside.

The papers spilled from my hands and without thinking I bent forward over your desk to try and catch them. You see the papers flying everywhere and stand up to help me. Suddenly your eyes averted to something else and in that singular moment all I could feel was the cool breeze lifting my skirt and gliding along my scantly clad cheeks and back of my legs.

Then is when I remembered what I was wearing, what I was revealing and to who was observing.

I quickly grabbed the papers and stood up straight flattening my dress back down my legs. Luckily no one else in the class could see what I was hiding…only you. I tried to seem natural, but how could I as I could feel my hands shaking. My face heating up by the second. My heart felt like it could pound hard enough to escape my chest.

I carefully placed the leftover quizzes on your desk, “I’m a-all done now,” I said, “these were the students that were absent.”

I looked up at you, your eyes quickly darted away from me, almost as if you’d been caught looking at something you shouldn’t. I noticed your face slightly flustered but you were definitely much better at faking surprise then me.

You shook your head fast and gave me several nods, “thank you” you muttered and as I walked back to my seat I couldn’t erase the slight crack in your voice I had heard.

The rest of session seemed to be normal and a part of me was almost disappointed by that. Did you not like what you saw? Was I being ostentatious? What ever the case, I hoped I didn’t ruin what we had started. A friendship if anything.

The end of class I gathered my things and made my way to the door. You were saying goodbye to all of your students as you usually do. When you got to me you said the same, I offered an awkward smile and said goodbye. You nodded your head and smiled back which gave me such relief.

As I turned to leave however, your eyes lingered. They slid down my back to the curve of my ass and down my legs. Stealing another glance at the teasing image of lace and sheer that’ll be forever engraved in your memory. Today I wanted to feel cute, but what I got was so much more.

[teachercrush-xx]

TC Imagine #4

**In no way am I condoning inappropriate behaviour between students and teachers, this is simply for imaginative and fictional purposes**

Imagine you’re in your TC’s class. You can’t help but notice that they’re acting differently. They look almost sad. You observe that they’re not as invested in what they’re doing, and they haven’t smiled at all. Not even a little grin. It pains you to see them upset, so you decide to stay after class.

You pack your things slowly to let other people exit the class before you walk towards them. You take a seat at their desk.

“Hey…Are you okay?” you ask, softly.

“Yeah, of course…always. What makes you ask?” They smile tightly. It doesn’t reach their eyes as it usually does.

“You just seem kinda sad today is all…”

They remain silent for a bit.

“I guess I’m just feeling a little bit down is all,” they finally say, sighing.

“Well, not to overstep my boundaries but…I’m here to listen if you want to talk,” you give them a small smile as you speak.

They look up at you, locking their gaze with yours and you instantly see a shift in their eyes. A small shine seems to appear.

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[teachercrush-xx]

TC Imagine #3

**In no way am I condoning inappropriate behaviour between students and teachers, this is simply for imaginative and fictional purposes**

Imagine you have a vividly sensual dream about your tc. It felt so real, and so hot that you wake up in a hot flush.

You arrive at school, unable to forget the sweet sensations of the night before. You go to class as per usual- although, perhaps slightly more distracted.

You walk into their class, unable to look at them without turning a deep shade of red. Instead you, opt for avoiding any and all eye contact.

“Morning [tc’s name],” you say sheepishly, looking down at the floor as you take your seat.

“Morning [your name],” they say sweetly. “Did you have a good weekend?” they inquire.

“Um…yeah, it was good. Really good.” you reply, focusing on getting prepared for class.

They pause for a moment.

“Do anything special?”

“Uh, no not really…” you blush. Your other classmates begin to file in one by one. The conversation ends.

You manage to go through almost the whole lesson without looking into their eyes, afraid of what thoughts might creep their way back into your head if you did. That is, until they call on you to answer a question.

“[Your name]?” they say rather loudly.

“…yes?” you look up at the whiteboard.

“Well, go on, answer the question,” they say, slightly irritated.

“Oh, um…”

“And look at me when you talk to me. It’s only polite,” they say sternly.

You’ve never heard that tone from them before, and so your head snaps up, only to be greeted by a smirking pair of lips.

You immediately regret doing so as you feel heat rushing to your cheeks. Somehow though, you manage to fumble your way to an answer. Then, class assumes as per usual.

The bell rings and they dismiss the class.

“Not you,” they interject. “You can stay behind, we need to have a little chat.”

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[shitilikemyteacher]

tc imagine #1

[this is just for entertaining purposes, I don’t support any inappropriate actions between teachers and students]

“(Y/N), would you mind staying after class?” he asked, slightly smiling at you. Distracted by just staring at his face, you mumbled something to assure him that you had heard him. During the class, you kept wondering what he wanted to see you for and started worrying if you had done something to upset him. Trying your hardest to focus on the lesson, you made it through the rest of it and stayed in the classroom when everyone else left. He walked up to your desk and took a chair to sit next to you. “What’s the matter?” you asked, your voice quiet as it always was when you spoke to him. Confidence just didn’t seem to want to be your guest, when he was near. Your teacher noticed the worried look on your face and chuckled lightly. “Nothing to worry about, (Y/N). I just wanted to congratulate you for reaching the highest score of the class in the test.” His eyes seemed to light up when he spoke to you, but that might as well just be your imagination being delusional and wishing for something that wasn’t there. “Oh, uhm.. thank you..” you replied, not sure what else to say. “I think you really have a special talent. You are one of the best students in this class and I want you to know that I support you. Always.” A gentle smile appeared on his face, which nearly made you melt. You immediately started blushing and stuttered something along the lines of ‘thank you’. He noticed how quiet you spoke and how you didn’t look in his eyes while talking to him. “Is there anything bothering you?” he asked in a concerned voice, while lying his hand on your upper arm. The part of your arm he was touching, suddenly felt like there was a gentle fire spreading through your skin, which was painful but in a good way. You flinched so slightly that it was barely noticeable but he nonetheless realized that his touch caused this reaction and put his hand away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you. I just want to know if I can do anything for you.” A smile appeared on your face because of how considerate he was but of course you couldn’t say what was really bothering you. The way too massive impact he had on your feelings. “Nothing is bothering me, Mister (T/N). I guess I was just.. surprised I had the best grade of the class.” You couldn’t think of a better excuse for your blushing and flinching so you just went with the first thing that came to your mind. He smirked, obviously not believing you. “Okay fine. But be sure to let me know if there is anything you need help with.” While saying this, he gently grabbed your hand with his and lightly squeezed it. He exactly knew the impact it had on you but apparently he decided to tease you. You absentmindedly stared into his eyes, trying to think of any words to say but somewhen, your mind just decided to give up on words and to go on with staring into his beautifully colored eyes, since that was a way more satisfying thing to do. He didn’t say anything either and held your hand while looking into your eyes. For a moment, you thought he was actually coming closer to your face, when suddenly, he let go of your hand and turned away with a little smirk. Confused, you realized that you were still sitting at school in an empty classroom, while your teacher had now left and you just tried to wrap your mind around what just happened.

[shitilikemyteacher]

tc imagine #2

[this is just for entertaining purposes, I don’t support any inappropriate actions between teachers and students]

[also this is pretty cheesy but we all need some imaginary love from time to time right lmao]

“(Y/N), are you okay?” he asked in a concerned voice. You looked up, surprised, you hadn’t even noticed that everyone else had left the classroom and you were the only one left, because you had been too busy with your thoughts. The kind of thoughts you didn’t want to think of, but still did due to a lack of control in your brain. “You were really quiet today.” he pointed out and looked at you with what seemed like genuine concern. “I’m fine..” you just answered quietly. In fact, you weren’t, but he didn’t have to know that. You didn’t want to burden him with your problems. “Come on, you’re never that quiet in my class..” He didn’t believe you. Great. “I’m.. just tired..” “Really?” Suddenly, he was directly in front of your desk and looked you straight in the eyes. Intimidated, you lowered your gaze, when he gently placed his hand on your jaw and made you look up into his eyes again. With his gaze he apparently tried to find the answer to his question into your eyes, since he didn’t look away for a second and you could swear, he didn’t even blink. “(Y/N).. You’re so special.. I don’t want you to ever feel bad.” Funny, you thought, since he was the one who did exactly that. Involuntarily of course, it wasn’t his fault that you fell in love with your teacher, but still. You bit your lip without even noticing, which made his eyes wander to your lips. After a few seconds he quickly looked up into your eyes again. His thumb lightly stroked your skin. It made your body shutter and you cursed it for the automatic reaction it had to his touch. This seemed like a situation in which you both should now start laughing and joking to relieve the tension in the air, but neither of you did, and the tension just grew bigger. “Can I kiss you?” he suddenly whispered, quietly, so quietly he could deny he ever said it, but you had heard it clearly. Your throat was too dry and your brain too occupied with his closeness to answer, so you just nodded. You heart was racing at an unhealthy speed. He swallowed. “Fuck.. we shouldn’t do that..” Was he doing that on purpose? Playing with you? Disappointment started to show on your face. Was he going to kiss you or not? You hoped he’d just do it, because you would never get the courage to make the first move. “Do you really want this?” he asked, looking deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. You coughed, before you could answer. “Y-yes. I do.” A barely noticeable smile appeared on his face when he slowly approached your face and lied his other hand your jaw too, so he was holding your face in both of his hands. You nervously closed your eyes and before you could even think of anything else, his lips lightly brushed yours. At first, it was just a gentle, shy touch, but then he started to move his lips and you automatically kissed him back. A fiery sensation started to rise up in your body and you got goosebumps on your whole skin. His hands on your face made you feel secure and protected, the gentle way he kissed you made you feel like he truly cared for you, which was the best sensation you could ever imagine. After a way too short time, he removed his lips from yours and looked at you to make sure you still wanted this and didn’t regret it. Blushing, you looked back at him and didn’t know what to say. The kiss had overwhelmed your mind completely. “I really liked that.” he said, smiling widely. “Me too.” you replied, also cracking a smile. “We should do it again.” “Definitely.”

[only-midnight-kisses]

TC Imagine

Inspired by “My hands are cold, can you hold them?”

It was December and you. were. freezing. Usually you enjoyed winter. But not today. You didn’t check the temperature before leaving the house and you regretted it as soon as a wall of cold air had hit your face and you heard the door close. You were late anyway and couldn’t afford to lose any more precious minutes, with any luck you would be able to catch the bus which would reduce your travel time from a solid twenty minute walk to a five minute drive in a bus with heating. But unfortunately today didn’t seem to be your day. Just as you rounded the corner you saw your bus drive off in the distance. Fine. Trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t too bad and a little exercise was good for you, already feeling your fingers stiffen from the cold, you set off and hoped for once you’d arrive at your school soon.

When you had reached the door to your classroom, everyone was already inside, even TC/N. Head down you walked into the classroom “Oh, are you also gracing us with your presence today, Y/N?” TC/N seemed to be in a good mood. “Just kidding. Take a seat. I’m sorry though, your usual seat seems to be taken already, but there’s still some seats in the front row left.” They were smiling at you. All you could think was ‘Oh, this is going great, my day is turning better and better. I can’t even look them in the eyes. How on earth am I supposed to survive an entire lesson alone in the front row?!’ Wordlessly you took your seat and just hoped for the best.

You tried to look up at them as often as possible during their lesson but as soon as they so much as looked in your direction, your eyes went back to the notepad on your desk. There were doodles all over it beside the exercises you were supposed to finish. Hand-holding, tiny hearts, smiley faces, portraits of artists whom you had seen in museums and so on.

As soon as the bell rang you were out of the classroom, you put your stuff in your locker and took out the pack of cigarettes you always kept in there just in case you had a bad or stressful day. Your school had this questionable policy that students had to leave the building during breaks because “your brains need fresh air!” so you thought you might as well make good use of staying outside. Since you were 18 and a senior, there was nothing stopping you from leaving the school grounds and having a smoke. When you had reached the parking lot and saw that no one was around you let out a sigh, it was no secret that you smoked every once in a while but you really wanted to be alone right now. Right after the first drag you felt the nicotine rush through your veins, you hadn’t smoked in a while and halfway through your hands started to get a bit shaky until your body had adjusted to the nicotine. You had just lit your second cigarette when you heard a voice from behind you “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were such a bad, bad girl.” You froze in your tracks. It was TC/N. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like it though.” You heard him laugh and internally melted. You were still freezing though. He had such a beautiful laugh, it was what you imagined angel choirs must sound like. You felt your blood rushing to your face already, you could still blame the cold for that though. Why did they have to be so flirty all the time? “Hey TC/N, what are you doing here? Don’t you have a lesson to prepare or something?” They flashed you one of the most gorgeous smile of theirs. “May I have one?” They said, pointing to the pack of cigarettes in your hand, dodging your question. “Sure.” You gave them your lighter but as it seemed it was struck. Great. “I’m so sorry, TC/N! I don’t have any other lighter with me…” TC/N stepped closer. “Oh I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” And just as you were taking another drag from your cigarette, they moved in closer and managed to light their cigarette off  of yours. You were stunned by the proximity. Their beautiful blue eyes had caught the sunlight and you felt as if they’d be able to look into your soul. Quickly you looked to the ground. They took a step back. “ Uh, so, why were you out of the classroom so quickly today? Am I really this terrible to be around, huh?” You answered with a stutter “I- uhm- I just.. I really needed a smoke. Sorry. It’s not- I like you.” Their grin made you realize your mistake. “As a teacher. I like you as a teacher. That’s what I meant.” You shuddered, you were not sure whether it was because of the cold or the thought that TC/N might not think it was too bad if you liked them as a person. “You cold?” They now had a worried look on their face. “Kinda. I was really late this morning and didn’t pack my gloves or scarf or anything. My hands are almost frozen stiff.” You let out an awkward laugh. “Let me help you with that.” They took your cigarette-free hand in theirs and held it tightly. You couldn’t help but smile. They were the complete opposite of you, they weren’t afraid to hold eye-contact or touch someone, they were just really good at social interactions. You were just awkward. Always. So instead of saying anything you just stood there, your hand in theirs, content with how things were. 

You heard the bell ring in the distance.

“Oh fuck! I gotta go!” They still held your hand in theirs. “Uh… I kinda… Need this back?” “Huh? Yeah sure. Sorry.”They pulled back their hand, you got them flustered. This was probably the biggest accomplishment in your life. As you were hurrying away, you heard them call out “Y/N!” and turned around “Yeah?” “Same time tomorrow?” “Of course.” “Bring a better lighter.” They winked at you. ‘This could be fun’ you thought to yourself as you entered your school.

                                  Thoughts on this? Do you want a sequel?

[quantumtc]

everyone in my class: omg yesss! finally we have a sub! i’m so happy! hell yeah!

me: omg😃😃😃😃😃😃yay🥳🥳🥳🥳we🔪🔪🔪🔪have😃😃😃😃😃a🤠🤠sub😃😃😃😃thank god😆😆😆our rat teacher isn’t here😃😃😃😆😁😁😁😁

[tc-me-up]

Imagining

I can’t stop imagining this so Imma invite you to suffer with me…

So its just you and him somehow, maybe you stayed after school, maybe you’re skipping and he see’s you, maybe he asked to meet with you. Ya’ll are walking in the hallway towards his classroom and on the way there you feel this tension rise, like theres a double meaning when he’s taking you there. 

Ofcourse, you don’t think much of it cause why would that even happen but as soon as you enter his classroom after him, the cold air hits you and he drops his stuff on his desk and turns to you, the sudden change of temperature clears your head and a image of what might happen next enters your mind.

Unsure of what to do, you closed the door and held your hands on your sides, he guided you over with a signal of his hand and you walked over to him, his eyes instantly turning to your hips, not even bothering to be subtle anymore. 

As you get closer, his arm extends outwards and rests on your lower back when you stand next to him facing his desk. 

He whispers something into your ear. he wasn’t even that close, but it felt as if all you could feel was him. His fingers sneaking around your waist and him as quick as this all took place he made his way behind you, both hands on your waist pulling you to his chest behind you…a low moan growls in your ear when you push yourself closer on him.

[teachercrush-xx]

TC Imagine #5

Requested by @thesamedimples - It’s probably not what you were expecting but your idea seemed to carry me away and I couldn’t help myself xx

**In no way am I condoning inappropriate behaviour between students and teachers, this is simply for imaginative and fictional purposes**

Imagine you’re out with some of your friends for a coffee. The morning is going well so far, with a light calmness in the air. You take a few pleasant sips of your hot cup of coffee as conversation continues amongst your friends. As you take another sip, you look up to see someone, causing you to suddenly cough into it and momentarily choke, thus startling your friends.

(TC’s name) just walked through the door with a few other people.

Your eyes immediately lock with theirs, and they greet you with a wide smile accompanied by a pair of pleasantly surprised eyes. You smile back, a tinge of red on your cheeks.

“Woah, are you okay (your name)?” One of your friends says.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe is all.”

Another of your friends joins the conversation. “Who was that, hey? I saw that little exchange,” they say, smirking at you.

“Exchange? They’re my teacher, and all I did was smile at them. It’s no big deal,” you say, your face getting redder by the minute.

“Mmm, sure,” they say. “But they’re pretty hot, don’t you think?”

Another of your friends laughs in response, and so a heated debate about ‘what constitutes as hot’ begins.

You look up and are shocked to see that your tc has sat at a table right across from you so that you are facing each other. They’re looking at one of their friends and smiling. Then, a laugh escapes their lips.

You watch them as they turn their head towards you.

“Hi,” you mouth.

“Hey,” they mouth back, their smile brightening.

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TC Imagine #6

**In no way am I condoning inappropriate behaviour between students and teachers, this is simply for imaginative and fictional purposes**

(This takes place after you have graduated and/or when your tc no longer teaches you)

Friday 11:37am

You: Hi (tc’s name), it’s (your name)- long time no see 😄 I’m in town tomorrow and was wondering if you wanted to maybe catch up?

Tc: (your name)! It’s been a while :) I would love to meet with you. How about the Coffee Bean at 10?

You: Sure, that’s perfect! I look forward to seeing you again

Tc: And you too. See you then

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You read the name of the cafe that your tc texted to you and look down the street for it. When you finally spot the place, your eyes are drawn to the figure walking through the door- it’s your tc.

They look the same as when you last saw them, at least from the short glance you had at them. You quicken your pace, feeling your heartbeat rise in your chest. A familiar warm feeling comes over you as you make your way in and make eye contact with them. They’re sitting towards the wall, a smile instantly appearing as they look you over.

“(Your name)! You look amazing,” they say warmly, ushering you to sit in the empty chair across from them.

“Aw thanks. You’re looking great too!” You can’t help but smile back at them. “How have you been?”

“I’m alright, the same as usual I guess. Teaching takes up most of my time still,” they reply nonchalantly. “How about you? What have you been up to since I last taught you?”

“Oh nothing much really. Life after your classes has been pretty boring you know.”

“Oh? That’s both good and a little sad to hear,” they smirk. “Nothing interesting happened? At all?”

You then launch into a shortened version of your life since you last saw them, updating them on key moments and funny experiences you’ve had. They watch you intently as you speak, asking small questions here and there to indicate their interest. Eventually, the conversation turns to the more personal side of things.

“Surely you’ve got a partner or something to keep you busy.”

“No, not at the moment. I’ve had my fair share of people but none have stuck around. What about you?”

“Me? God no, I haven’t dated in ages, let alone liked many people in the first place,” they scoff.

“Ah that sucks. I’d propose a toast to the Single Life but I don’t have a drink yet. Speaking of, I’ll be back in a sec.” You get up from your seat and make your way to the counter to order a coffee. As you wait in line, your mind begins to wonder.

‘I thought you were over them! Why is your heart beating so fast? It’s been ages- your feelings should have died away by now’ you think to yourself.

‘Well I guess I still have a soft spot for them. This all just reminds me of the huge crush I had on them before- it’s like all those past emotions are flooding back and I can’t-’

“Hi, how can I help you?” the cashier asks, interrupting your inner dialogue.

After ordering, you make your way back to the table, feeling slightly more nervous than before. You try to smile in order to hide how anxious you really are. The last thing you want is for them to ask why your acting like this.

“Why the nervousness?” they inquire.

‘Damnit’

“Oh nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Hey, I’m not your teacher anymore, you don’t have to hide things from me if you don’t want to,” they reassure you, placing their hand lightly on yours with a concerned look on their face. Your cheeks instantly feel hot at the intimate action.

“It’s nothing terrible, it’s just embarrassing… Plus it was in the past, I don’t want it to make things awkward…” you say softly, not able to maintain eye contact.

“Go on, I promise I won’t judge.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“One hundred percent?”

“One hundred percent.”

“But what if-“

“I promise, okay? I’m sure it’s not actually that bad, but if you don’t-“

“I had a crush on you,” you blurt out, catching you both by surprise.

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imagine meeting up with your TC for a late night coffee for the first time after graduating, and when you say you have to go, they pull you back by the hand and kiss you passionately before telling you

“you’re always welcome to stay at my place.”

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The English teacher and his hard-to-get student

You approach your favourite classroom out of the entire school. How could it not be? It’s where the most important and dearest person in your life is. Your TC. Taking a deep breath, you open the door, hoping that he won’t mind you’re a little late.

The first thing you hear is the high pitch wolf-whistle of a fellow classmate. Jesus, do they ever give up? you think with a roll of your eye and take your seat. It wasn’t even your decision to have the closest desk to him, that was all his choice. Just another thing that makes you question what he thinks of you.

You look over to your TC, hiding a smile behind your pencil as he tries to flick locks of curly brown hair out of his eyes. All attempts fail. He looks up and catches you staring. You look away, your heart pace quickening. You can still remember the first time you saw those gorgeous green eyes as he walked the halls, lost and confused. He has been forever grateful for you helping him find his way. Just that simple kindness may have been the thing that makes you his favourite out of everyone. Maybe more than he likes to admit.

“Glad to see that my star pupil decided to join us,” he jokes with a grin.

“Had to have you all missing me and wondering where I was,” you tease.

He chuckles and shakes his head, going back to flicking through papers on his desk, biting the studded ring in his bottom lip. Just watching it makes you shift in your seat. You wonder if he notices how you react to him and try to calm yourself. He doesn’t need to know how much he affects you.

He turns around and grabs a whiteboard marker. As he lifts up his arms, you watch the way his leather jacket moves with his muscles. So perfectly contoured to fit his body that you wonder if it was custom made. As he starts to turn around, you pretend to go back to writing in your book about Animal Farm by George Orwell and the Russian revolution references.

Flicking the marker in his hand as he asks questions to the class, you pretend not to listen, even though every single word churns your stomach and sucks in every ounce of concentration you have.

When the class ends, you’re disappointed, as you have to leave him behind. Like every other time.

“Hey,” he calls out to you as you go to open the door, the last student to leave.

You stop and look at him, very curious. “Yeah?” you ask casually, pretending not to care.

“How’s the work going? Not too hard?” he asks, leaning against his desk. “You just looked a little distracted in class today.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you say, keeping up that casual façade. You motion to yourself as you say, “top of class remember,” you laugh.

He nods his head, looking unconvinced. “What’s got you so preoccupied lately then?”

“Nothing,” you lie, making a note to work harder to make it less obvious.

“You can always talk to me, you know?”

You nod, trying to hide a smile. “I know.”

“Come here,” he says, beckoning you with his hand.

You squint your eyes at him, now even more confused.

He chuckles, showing those pearly white teeth. His laugh always makes you melt. It’s perfect.

“Come on,” he grins, continuing to motion you with his hand.

You give in and walk over to him, pretending to be careless of the fact that you’re alone with him and he wants you to come closer.

As you reach him, you stop right in front of him, thankful for a poster covering the window of his door. No eyes can see. No one can assume.

“So, you have me here. Now what?”

He grins again. “You fascinate me,” he says, piercing my eyes with his own.

“Fascinate?” I ask.

“Yeah. The way you hide your emotions. I never know what you’re thinking. What you’re feeling. It’s fascinating. I wish I could hide things as well as you.”

He reaches his hand out slowly and entwines his hand with yours. You look deeply into his eyes, giving nothing away even though all you want to do is wrap your arms around him and never let go.

“See what I mean?” he asks.

You shake your head, swallowing hard.

“Nothing. No recoil of my touch. No smile. You show me nothing of how I make you feel. Do you want to know how I feel?”

“I don’t know, do I?” you lie. Of course you do!

“Yes, I think you do.”

“Okay, tell me then. How do you feel?”

He grins at the fact you want to know. “This,” he says, looking at your fingers clasped together. “It makes me lose all control. You make me lose control. I can’t tell you enough how hard it is to see you walk in here near every day and for me to have to treat you like any other student. When all I want to do, is wrap my arms around you. I hope that I’m not wrong with how I think you feel.”

“How do you think I feel?” you ask, your voice cracking as you try not to cry. Never in your life have you felt so special, so incredibly, blissfully, happy. He cares about you! This is more than you could have ever asked for.

“I think that you feel the same.” He pauses and watches you, hoping for a reaction.

Your eyes become teary and you let a smile break through. “Yeah?” you ask, teasing him a little.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “Am I right?”

You nod and grin like a maniac.

“I hoped so,” he sighs with a smile as he searches your face.

You have never seen him so vulnerable. Just as he has never seen you so exposed either.

A tear slips from the corner of your eye and he wipes it away with a gentle finger. He cups your cheek with his hand, the other still holding onto yours tightly. You close your eyes and open them again, afraid that it’s all just a dream. That you’ll wake up and be sitting by your desk. That you would look up and see your TC, not knowing how he feels. Having to hide how you feel. Trying to act as though he doesn’t affect you.

Your free hand rests on top of his and you close your eyes again. This is real. It’s all real. You finally know how he feels after so long of questioning everything. And he knows how you feel, after so long of pretending.

Finally, the truth. It’s all you have ever asked for and the answer is more than anything your wildest dreams could have thought of. It’s perfect.