She walks into the room. Immediately you feel your face go hot. Oh, it's like you're being serenaded by a goddess. Those ever so perfect curious big eyes, her fringe carefully swept to the side, the watch with her name engraved in it placed neatly on her wrist. Her hair looks good today as it always does, perhaps she rebonded it over the weekend. Oh my, she's wearing her sparkling diamond engagement ring and her wedding band, the big round diamond sparkling in the bright morning sun's rays. Her clean chunky white heels make her look so elegant, her glittering diamond earrings placed decisively to compliment her pure, clear, slightly tanned skin. And is that a new dress? The mute grey mixing with baby blue to form such a perfect-coloured fabric, forming this unimaginably enchanting dress. The long skirt of the dress makes her look so tall, so slim and just so...perfect. The way she walks, just so beautiful.
Oh no, it's that look. The "oh-my-god-your-goddess-is-here-look-at-her" look. You roll your eyes at your friend, [f/n], as you turn away to look at something else, anything other than ms ho. You open up the cover of your iPad, opening the notes app and typing "ms ho is a goddess i think thats a new dress omgomgomg she looks so hot!" you press 'airdrop' and try to share it with your other friend, [f/n]. However, your finger accidentally presses another name. The worst name ever possible. To your horror and utter disbelief, you have clicked on "Therese's iPhone 13".
Your head is spinning. "oh my god what have I done" you think to yourself. "Please don't accept the airdrop request please don't" You silently will to yourself. FUCK. Your heart starts beating at just about a thousand beats per minute as you watch her press the accept button on her phone and open up that note which was specifically NOT meant for her. Her eyes squint in the cutest way possible as she reads the note you wrote. Her expression is a mix of confusion and perhaps just maybe, a tinge of delight. She finishes reading and looks shocked, while you pray that she doesn't take it seriously. You stay rooted to your seat, not moving a muscle, trying very hard to become invisible to her in the hope of her suddenly forgetting what you wrote.
Oh no. She starts walking over to your seat. Oh crap. What do you do now? She kneels down at your desk, her concerned big eyes staring into the depths of your soul, and quietly whispers, "[y/n], see me after class please."
You shudder in fear.
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True Love
Fanfictionteacher and reader love fanfic. you fall madly in love with your teacher although she's married. to your utter surprise, she loves you too. what do you do?
