#tc imagine
Imagine washing their hair when theyre not feeling well. Not in a sexual way, just brushing through their hair gently and pouring warm water onto them. Trusting eachother fully.
Hello everybody! As you probably guessed and noticed, I was gone for a long while. I was on an unexpected hiatus because I thought my feelings for K were gone. Hahahahahagahahahahahaahahah no they are still there lol well I’m back and I’ll try to answer everyone’s questions and messages! ❤️
Me: “We have the same kind of shirt! It’s like we’re twins!”
K: “Yeah! What’s this material called…??”
Me: “Plaid…?”
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Yes, we both have green striped/plaid flannels! His is short sleeve though, while mine is long sleeved and too big on me haha And yes I drew this
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I don’t think you will fully understand what you mean to me. You once said rules were meant to be broken and honestly, every time I was around you, I was afraid of saying something or doing something that would cross a line or break a rule. I was so afraid that you found me crying outside the classroom and you sat outside with me for what seemed like a few blissful minutes, but I knew it was longer than a couple minutes. It was more like 10-15 minutes and it astounds me that you’d rather take that time to help me feel better than teach your class, who was taking an important test that day. It astounds me. You astound me. You confuse me and complete me and make me happy. You know why I skip around class all cheerfully? You know why I smile and laugh and actually let myself to show my classmates the true me? Because you’re there. You’re there and although you’re not always by my side during class, your presence is enough to make me undoubtably happy. You make me happy. You helped me that one tearful day with those gentle words. “You’re one of my favorite students…” and “You’re always so happy during class…” and “You intrigued me right from the start. I kept an eye on you…”. That’s what you said to me. That’s what you said to me that one day where we sat outside the classroom, just the two of us. Just the way it should be.
Just us.
Welp. I’m back after a long time. Since I last was active, I’ve graduated. I’ve also had experiences with my TC I once longed for. I don’t mind sharing my story or giving advice to anyone with a current TC or even a teacher dealing with students. If people are interested I’ll post a follow-up, I hope I can help other in positions similar to me a few years ago.
The TC’s desk imagines:
⁃ Imagine your TC, stressfully working at their desk, and you coming up from behind them, arms wrapping around their shoulders in comfort
⁃ Imagine skipping over to your TC’s desk and plopping down in their lap, just to watch your TC’s face grin down lovingly at your silly behavior
⁃ Imagine sitting on your TC’s desk with a sultry smile, as your TC looks up at you with longing, lustful eyes
⁃ Imagine your TC letting you use their desk computer as you sat in their lap, looking up whatever ridiculous videos came to mind
⁃ Imagine your TC shoving all their work off their desk and laying you down on it, your legs wrapping around their body as their hands moved up yours
I imagine how it would be spending my life with you in the same home.
We’d argue about who did what chore, maybe even end up doing them together on some days.
You’d groan after I recommend takeout for the third night in a row on our lazy week off.
We’d occasionally fail to follow recipes, ending up with a huge mess in the kitchen, stains on our clothing, and suppressed giggles threatening to escape from our lips after we make eye contact.
You’d begrudgingly stay up a little later on school nights to watch our favorite show, inevitably passed out on my shoulder ten minutes in.
I’d welcome you home every day with hugs, kisses, and a small home-cooked meal that you’d eat while rambling to me about every aspect of your day.
Oh, if only.
this made me tear up; beautifully written!!
