#interrupting my daily wlw activity

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caleb & morgyn in their horse girl era

[vibing-and-writing]

Lessons Learned

A/N: Hello lovelies!!! I hope everyone is doing ok even tho the world is really goin through it. This is probably one of the most self indulgent things I’ve ever written. Also natasha might seem a bit ooc since I’ve never written for her before. Hope you all enjoy my fic!! also plz excuse all grammer mistakes i tried to get rid of all of them T-T

Warnings: N/A (other than ✨gay✨)

Summary: As a teacher, you try to emulate as much Ms. Frizzle energy as possible. Ms. Natasha Romanoff, the principal, has taken notice. 

Teacher!Reader X Principal!Natasha Romanoff (WLW)

You walked into your classroom, the bags under your eyes feeling heavier than ever. To say your morning had been going bad was an understatement. A spilled coffee on your lesson plan, a broken pair of earrings, and a traffic jam made it feel like the world was against you. Trying to keep some type of composure before it was 7:30, you took a deep breath and got to planning out your lesson for the day and the activities that went with it. Your cherry earrings swayed on your ears as you went about your routine, organizing bookshelves and grading papers. It was then that you noticed you had a small present near your computer mouse, its red bow shining in the artificial light. Considering that your students knew your taste, you knew it was either some sort of school supply or a pair of earrings. You had amassed quite the reputation as the ‘teacher with the earrings’, a proud achievement as a woman loving woman but also as someone who wanted to exude as much Ms. Frizzle energy as possible. As you were about to open the present, you heard the bell ring, the sound of teenagers walking through the halls going with it. Since the present had no note, you decided to just wait for your lunch break to open it, some of your more punctual students knocking on your classroom door. 

The day went on better after that, your students being on the calmer side and winning your daily roast battle with Mr. Wilson from across the hall. “Those papers should be in my inbox no later than 11:59,” you reminded the students as the lunch bell rang. Letting out a long sigh as you sat down for the first time in five hours, you went to grab your lunchbox when your eyes trailed to the gift on your desk. None of your students mentioned the present and no one from another period has visited your classroom. You thought it could be a student from another grade, but none of your pupils said they gave it to you. That’s when you realize it couldn’t have been a student because it was on your desk before school had started, and no students were allowed in the halls until the morning bell rang. The curiosity in you began to build before a small nugget of hope bubbled in your stomach. Your hands moved to grab the present before you heard a knock. The small window in your door showed a vague redhead, and a question formed. You got up from your desk, your expression surprised as you opened the door. “Good afternoon Ms. Romanoff,” you said, trying to mask your nerves with a smile, “how can I help you?” Ms. Romanoff greeted you with a small smile on her face. “I told you to call me Natasha, Ms. L/N,” she replied, almost embarrassed. You laughed nervously out of habit, your finger reaching for your earring to fiddle with it. It wasn’t that there was a problem with Ms. Natasha Romanoff, per se. The problem was that she’s the principal. The very attractive, cute, intelligent, and gay principal. Who also happened to make your heart race any time she was in the room. Which was very often considering you worked together. But that's besides the point.

With clammy hands, you held the door open for her, the scent of her perfume grazing your nose. “Did you need something Ms.Ro- Natasha,” you winced at the unease of your voice. Natasha leaned against one of the desks, her eyes moving from your posters to your whiteboard casually. 

<><><> Natasha’s POV <><><>

Natasha didn’t need anything. She also definitely wasn’t the one who left the present on your desk, which judging by the bow that was still untouched, hasn’t been opened. Plus the note she wrote with the present wasn’t there so you wouldn’t even know it’s from her. This also makes her coming here even more strange since most of your communication is through email or weekly faculty meetings. She also hopes you take note of her lipstick, which you complimented last week. And for you to ignore the yearning she looks at you with. But yknow: what’s being gay without a bit of disaster. That won’t stop her from trying though.

Nat takes a mental deep breath, trying to keep her cheeks from blushing too much. Glancing at your computer, she manages an excuse. “Just wanted to make sure you got my email, for the guest speaker.” Your eyes widen in recognition before going on to explain the response you were planning to send, but Natasha is not paying attention. Not because you were boring, it was actually the opposite. Everything about you was too interesting. Your themed and often silly earrings, the matching outfits, your dedication, the energy you brought into a room, it was all so you; she couldn’t help but stare.

The strangest part was Natasha always had a plan. If she didn’t have a plan she had five backup plans, being a principal and trying to run one of the best middle schools in the district. You were the one thing that made her scatterbrained and lay all of her cards on the table. She guesses that’s why most call it ‘falling in love’ and not ‘a gentle float into love’, though she amends it’s more of an extremely strong like. She could feel her confident mask crack every time she was near you, her words stuttered and embarrassed, and even more so when you were alone.

 “...and I’ll need to make the copies of the permission slips, but after that everything will be ready.” Natasha blinks out of her reverie, trying to look like she was paying attention to what you were saying. She gives a nod in approval, her cheeks warming without her permission. “Sounds like everything is handled. You’re doing a great job Y/N.” Natasha smiled warmly, mentality throwing herself out of a window. All that was running through her head at this point was ‘leave leave leave leave’. 

><><>< Your POV ><><><

You couldn’t have helped the smile on your face even if you wanted to. Getting a compliment from your boss felt good but getting a compliment from Natasha felt great. That still didn’t kill your curiosity though. Normally she’d just ask you these things through email or even before school started. The strange behavior and hope swirling in your head pushed the words out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Were you the one who left me a present before school?” You immediately regretted asking as Natasha’s face morphed into one of embarrassment, her face as red as your cherry earrings. “You know what never mind I’m just being silly, I’m-” Natasha interrupted you, her voice wavering. “No no you’re fine I was the idiot who forgot the note and I didn’t want to make it weird or anything.” You went to speak but Natasha took a deep breath and continued. “And then I came here to see if you liked them but then I saw the note wasn’t attached and realized it must’ve fallen off, and then you just…” Emboldened by Natasha’s rambling, you gently grabbed her hands, her chest moving up and down with deep breaths. “Nat you’re fine,” you said reassuringly, your thumbs brushing against her knuckles, “I haven’t opened it yet but I’d probably love anything you’d give me.”

Natasha looked shocked for a bit before she cleared her throat, her breaths starting to even out as she squeezed your hands. “I just don’t want to fuck this up,” she said, a small matching smile on each of your faces. You let out a small laugh as you nodded, “I think we’re doing pretty well.” Your eyes looked into hers, all happiness and mirth. Nat let go of one of your hands, but only to reach over to your desk and grab the present. She looks at you, her confidence filling her features. “All that being said, I still want to see your reaction.” You give her a small nod, your hands gently unwrapping the bow and gently lifting the lid. The heart earrings shine in the artificial light of the classroom, the silver edges adding an air of elegance. Your eyes widen and immediately give Natasha a hug, your arms wrapping around her neck as her arms settle at your waist. Natasha fills the silence by explaining, “I saw you looking at them during last week’s meeting, and I know you’d wear them more often than I do.” 

You hold Natasha in the hug for a moment longer, hoping you can somehow express your gratitude and happiness into action because you are at a loss for words. Separating from the hug, you move your hands onto Natasha’s cheeks. Emerald eyes lock onto yours, warm filling your hands as her cheeks continue to flush. “I- I don’t even know how to express how much I love this Nat. How are you so good at this?” Natasha laughs in incredulity, shaking her head as she leans in to touch your forehead with yours. “Are you joking? I was a mess just walking in. And you have no right to look this cute in my stuff.” You giggle at her compliment as your eyes lock again, light emerald green eyes staring into yours. Her eyes jump from your eyes to your lips before jumping back, asking for permission. Letting the spur of the moment drive you, you both lean in. Your breath stalls in your throat as your lips nearly touch, the red of Natasha’s lipstick looking very enticing... but like all things in this world, nothing can be perfect. The bell rings loudly in the empty halls and classroom, the sound of students filing the hallways as you and Natasha jerk away, her arms still around your waist. Natasha coughs lightly, her blush now reaching her ears. You’re the first to break the silence, the silhouettes of your students already outside your door. “We should probably get back to work.” Natasha nods and takes her arms off your waist, her hands flicking off imaginary dirt. You playfully school your expression into a serious one, your hand going out to shake hers. “I’ll send that email to you later today Ms.Romanoff,” you say with a wink. Natasha snorts a laugh before a smirk takes its place on her face. With all the confidence and snark only Natasha can pull off, she replies, “I’ll be waiting, Ms. L/N.” 

You start to make your way towards your desk before Natasha tugs you towards her and lands a solid kiss on your cheek. In shock, you start to stutter a scold towards Natasha, but she’s already got her hand on the door. She throws a wink over her shoulder before she starts greeting the students at your door as they start trickling in. You realize two things at the same time: 1. Natasha Romanoff might kill you from embarrassment and 2. You really like the way Natasha said your last name. 

And if the students noticed a red kiss stain on your cheek, they didn’t mention it.