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HoLY SHIT I REMEBERED MY EMAIL HELL YES BYE GO TO MY MAIN @tc-brat !!!!!

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Welp, I’m never getting my account back because I need my email to get access. Honestly tumblr needs to fix there shut because these rules are so stupid.

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After hours.

It’s your tc’s second late-night shift of the week, and all of those extra papers he’s been marking have finally started to take a toll on him. He leans back in his chair reluctantly, stretching upwards and letting his arms drop back down to his sides. When will this workload ever end? He felt like he’d been trapped in an endless vortex of ink on paper. Nonetheless, he soldiered through, working until the dead hours of the night, and eventually falling asleep in a pile of students’ work. Coming in early the next day to talk to him about the new project he’d recently set, you gently tap on the door and wait patiently for the small ‘come in’ you’re so accustomed to hearing. However this time, there was nothing. Taking it upon yourself to inspect the room, you found your tc, in a deep sleep, face buried in test sheets. You stood breathless as you watched the rise and fall of his chest and wondered if you should say anything or just leave him be. Was he here all night? After a good thirty seconds of waiting you finally plucked up the courage to wake him. “tc/n..” you whispered. Nothing. “t-tc/n.” You repeated, a little louder this time. Eventually, a few of the scattered papers beneath him shifted and his tired eyes fluttered open to meet your gaze. You were both quiet for a few moments while he took the time to process where he was, and why. “y/n,” he mumbled, sitting up and running his fingers through his messy hair. Oh god, how embarrassing that a student had walked in on him looking so rough. Thank god it was you and not one of the teachers. “Looks like I fell asleep.” He said, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck. His eyes met yours again. “Sorry about that.” The embarrassment was nearing adorable at this point, and you desperately fought the urge to bite your lip at how drowsy and perfect he looked. You became so caught up in the situation that you forgot why you even came in here early in the first place. The silent thought was broken by the deep voice of a man you’d been secretly crushing on for years. “Hey.. let’s keep this between you and I. Just between us. Hm?” His grin was intoxicating. You nodded obediently, hesitantly reaching out to pat a stray piece of hair down that had flown up throughout the night, as students began pouring into the classroom. You two couldn’t take your eyes off each other for the rest of the lesson, and when you were about to leave, he gave you a knowing nod and a wink, putting you in a good mood for the rest of the day.

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me before hs: yesss high school!!!! parties😎 relationships😎 hookups😎 this is gonna be great!!!!🤩

me now: fucking shit i’m in love with my teacher

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i must be the luckiest person alive to have found you in this lifetime

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Hey so my mom deleted tumblr so I lost my account and I don’t remember the fake email I used AHAHAH yay... 😀 sooooo here’s a backup for @tc-brat just in case

But I also did email tumblr so I hope they respond soon 😓😓😓🥺🥺🥺