#my professor

[academic-vampire]

“You don’t have to burn down everything in your past to have a happy life.”

-My Shakespeare Professor this morning

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

My Professor PT. 4

Natasha Romanoff X f!reader

a/n: So long time no see with this one 😅...anyways I've been getting like an unbelievable amount of requests to continue this one so here we are! It has been SUPER long since I've written this and I did re read it but forgive me if there's maybe a continuity error or two...anyways...I hope you enjoy and as always my inbox is always open!

Warnings: Cussing, 18+, mentions of smutty shit

Word Count: 1485

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God was going to class the absolute last thing you wanted to do today. What was even going to happen? She walked out on you this morning with no warning, no text, just left. So what, was she going to just go and lecture and act like nothing happened? Was she going to tell you why she walked out? Either way, class was the last thing on your mind but you also couldn’t let a stupid relationship get in the way after how hard you had worked to get here. So, of course, like the good student you are, you got off your ass, had a shower, grabbed a bagel and coffee and headed to class. You were a little bit earlier than everyone else but you liked to have time to enjoy your breakfast at one of the tables in the common area within the building of your lecture hall to unwind before having to sit down for two hours listening to the same woman who was going down on you last night speak about whatever it was she wanted to lecture on today. 

As you sit there enjoying your coffee your phone buzzes and a notification with her name pops up at the top of your screen. 

“Professor Natasha Romanoff: Class cancelled - Sorry for the last minute notice everyone but I am having some unfortunate car trouble and won’t be able to make it to the lecture this morning. I will see you all next week. Have a nice weekend.”

What the fuck?

She absolutely knew what she was doing, sending this and not reaching out to me first. She knew I was on this fucking mailing list for whatever bullshit course this is and that this would get me unbelievably agitated. Whatever. She's a bitch and I need to move on anyway.

I’m done, maybe I should just drop her class to make sure that shit’s final. 

You decided to get some work done while you were on campus for a bit and headed home. 

You’re done your work for the day and you have no other classes so what else is there to do in university other than school? You guessed it. 

You made your way to the same bar you were at when you met Nat for the first time. Were you kind of hoping she’d be there? No. Subconsciously? Yes. 

You walk in, pull up a stool as the bartender asks you what you want with the most beautiful smile. She obviously rakes in tips. You ask for two shots of Vodka that are quickly thrown back in seconds. Feeling nothing was kind of the goal at this point because even though you were full of rage and anger over what happened– you also developed deep feelings and what she did, how she left suddenly fucking hurt. The bartender continues to throw drinks your way, changing it up for you as the night went on, the drinks got fun, started tasting less like bitter alcohol and more like fruits and other flavours. The two of you talked quite a bit throughout the night but she also had other customers to tend to so you spent half your time just staring at your phone contemplating messaging her. 

“Can I get a scotch – neat?” you ask.

She nods and grabs a glass from the back of the bar to pour your drink. After your first swig you open up your messages and send one her way.

Y/N: hi

Obviously you weren’t anywhere close to actually thinking she’d respond but you were past the point of giving any kind of shit.

You just kept looking at your phone when you saw the three dots pop up then quickly disappear. Your eyes were locked on the screen when all of a sudden a small grey text bubble pops up. 

Nat: Y/N, it’s midnight. This is not appropriate. Not appropriate? What else wasn’t appropriate? When she had her tongue down my throat last night? Who the fuck does she think I am?

Y/N: Who gives a shit

Nat: We cannot do this again. 

Y/N: Who Saus

Y/N: Saus*

Y/N: Saus*

Y/N: FUCK

Y/N: Says*****

Nat: Are you drunk

Y/N: Not really

Nat: How much have you had to drink 

Y/N: She just gave me my 6th drink

Nat: Who’s she. 

Y/N: Just the super hot bartender. 

Y/N: You know the one…has the patchwork tattoos, toned arms, blonde hair and the most beautiful smile…doesn’t make me pay for my drinks. 

Nat: Where are you. 

Y/N: Out

Nat: Send me your location right now. 

Y/N: Why? I am a big girl, I can go home with whoever I want. 

Nat: Y/N, stop fucking joking around. I’m coming to get you.

Nat’s phone dings with your location popping up on find my friends. Within minutes you see her storm through the door.

“Let’s go.” She says in a stern tone.

“Natty!!! Becca, this is Natasha.” You say with a big goofy very drunk grin across your face as you boop Natasha on the nose and introduce her to the hot bartender. 

“The girlfriend! She has been talking about you all night.” Becca says with a smile as shes cleaning glasses. 

Natasha throws her a sarcastic smile-smirk as she grabs your arm and pulls you off the stool. 

“Come on, we're going. And here.” Natasha says as she slaps down $150 on the bar to pay for the tab plus tip.

“No that’s oka–” The bartender speaks up. 

“No, I insist.” Natasha says in a less friendly and more bitter tone. 

Nat walks you into her car and buckles you in. “Don’t puke, this one’s a rental.”

You smile and nod at Natasha as you doze off in her back seat.

You wake up the next morning, in a new place.

Where the fuck are you?

Smells like coffee and bacon though so you could absolutely stick around. 

Also, whose clothing are you wearing? 

You slowly get out of bed and take a look around, there’s a cup of water and some Advil waiting for you on the side table. You take a big swig and head downstairs to where that glorious smell is coming from. You walk into the kitchen seeing your favourite redhead at the stove in her sweats and a tshirt cooking food.

“Finally awake I see.” Natasha says as she turns around. 

You awkwardly smile and nod as you stand there.

“What happened…last night? Did we?”

“No. I picked you up from the bar and brought you here to sleep off your super fun night you had. Don’t worry, I slept on the couch.”

“No you shouldn't have done that I–”

“You what y/n? YOU chose to go out last night and do what you did. I had no choice.”

You felt bad. It’s not fair that you felt bad. She fucking broke your heart. But also why did she come pick you up? Did she care?

“Sit.” She says as she puts a plate of food down for you with some water and a coffee. 

The two of you eat in silence, unbelievably awkward silence. 

“Thank you.” You mutter out when you finish your final bites. “No problem.” She says back quietly. 

“Nat–”

“What.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“I can’t tell you why.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell you why I left without warning. That’s what you were going to say right?”

You look at her with a sad and slightly confused look on your face. 

“But why not?”

“Because. I just can’t.”

“Because you don’t know…?”

“Stop it.”

“Or because you don’t want to..?”

“I said stop it!” She raises her voice. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just– was it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“For fuck sake y/n.”

“Y-You know what? You want to know why I left? Because I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. You’re like this kryptonite to me. You just came into my life and completely took it over, everything I do ends up making me think about you. The other night it got the best of me and we did some things we shouldn’t have so leaving before I could let you convince me to stay was the only way that I would be able to get out of there. Even when I left I was still FUCKING thinking about YOU. And then I tried to keep my distance but guess what? That clearly didn’t fucking work. Because look where we are.”

You looked at her, eyes wide, mouth slightly gaping open as she said all of these things at you, your incredibly hung over mind could barely process what she was saying. Everything she said sounded like stuff you wanted to hear but it was said in a way that didn’t feel welcoming. 

– End of PT. 4 –

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

My wills and trusts professor: “So here’s this really long tangent about how you need to add this in your will because of subsection (a)(b)(c)(d)…”

My real estates professor: “Before buying a house, you gotta take out the covenant 103.4 document, which you can get if you first file a Mortgage A31.4…”

My entertainment law professor: “Spawn, the superhero created by Todd MacFarlane, was once a man named Al Simmons who made a deal with Satan after he was assassinated and his soul sent to hell. Fun fact, Neil Gaiman was brought in by MacFarlane to write for Spawn, which led to the creation of Medieval Spawn…” (no joke, this was part of his lesson to explain work-for-hire contracts)

[teddyccino]

miscellaneous doodles dump

[questof-truth]

My professor today suggested me to watch some good movies ,he named a few movies like Lion ,Boot Polish, Schindler's List ,Pursuit of Happiness etc . Luckily ,I told him I have watched all of them .so he become a bit impressed with my cinema choices . He said I will suggest you few other movies which are damn good and you must watch them . I said " sure sir".

[plusfuckingultra]

My professor, awake and grading my assignments at 12:43 am on a Tuesday:

Me, also awake: bitch why you up-

[resiclury]

Things my American culture prof has said in class:

-If anyone tells you: this is America

and you have to speak English, I give you permission to roll up the constitution and beat the shit out of them

-holy shit, that baby is inside a flag

-sweet baby Jesus is upset

-You are shit, Timmy

-You know how I know that? It’s called ✨my life✨

-Shoot that dinosaur for Jesus, baby!

-Sus-off

-I took a drug

-Toys R’ us is like a crack den for children

-What fucking street drug am I buying?

-My mom, who is not big on drugs

-I don’t wanna feel feelings, fuck that

-Oxycontin gimme gimme

-You should buy all the lawn mowers they can’t! That’s the way to fight Leninism

-I’m gonna rail in capitalism today

-Let the frostbite take two digits (fingers)

-I was the puppet master the whole time, what?

-You buy mcdonalds to recapture that small moment of youth

[yamujiburo]

Boss

[All comics in order here]

[apollos-boyfriend]

we have GOT to kill tiktok/twitter self-censorship i just witnessed a grown adult say the word “smex” out loud to our professor

[wolfythewitch]

Snacks

[academic-vampire]

If you’d like to find me, I can be found burning everything I’ve ever written.

[antygabo14]

Posting old art, Powerpuff girls but they’re cyberpunk robots

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Out of context, the most controversial thing my entertainment law professor said during lecture was that Taylor Swift’s fanbase is stronger than Beyoncé’s. Also, he’s used Taylor Swift and the Eras tour to explain the entertainment industry in multiple lectures.

[trashmancer]

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