s p e c i f i c a l l y made bc of these pictures i stg

fat uwu :)

also it looks like he has a light lipstick on and honestly i'm fine with that lmao

teacher!shane x (over 18!) student!reader one-shot

song of the chapter: Sunflower from Into The Spider-Verse

smitheryees

makes me happy af

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y/n's pov

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I sighed as I paced the hallways of my college, barely being able to find my psychology class that had switched rooms today. Without warning, at that, since I had arrived at the old room to find a sign on the door with a vague location. It had only given the hallway number, and I was already over five minutes late.

I ran down the hallways, barely finding time to stop before the doors and check if there was a class inside. I still was so confused at the room change, because my old teacher, Mrs. Romanoff, would never have switched rooms. 

I finally managed to find the room with my psych class, and I noticed that it was a lecture hall with raised seats. Fun.  I quickly put my hair up into a ponytail/brushed it over my shoulders, and I fixed my disheveled (favorite show) shirt before fixing my jeans and the combat boots I had on.  I pulled my leather jacket more securely around me, and exhaled, adjusting my messenger bag straps. 

I quietly opened the door, but it was no avail, as it squeaked very loudly as I tiptoed inside. I saw everyone's eyes in the hall immediately swing and focus on me, and I barely had time to stammer out an apology before the (new, i might add) teacher's eyes landed on me. 

My lips froze on the verge of stating an apology as the new teacher looked at me, taking the sight of me in. I was doing the same. Damn. This was my  new teacher. Classes be damned.

The new teacher looked barely a day over twenty-five, with a dark blue button up and a red tie, and darker olive green pants gracing his long legs. He had a light tan, and he had a moderately sharp jawline. His dark brown hair was gently fluffed, and his lips were a deep red color, with him seeming to loom over my (your height,but pls shorter than shane) figure. 

I quickly stammered out a quick "i'm so sorry" and turned towards the stairs for the seats, and the *cough* really cute teacher let me go. I slid into my seat in the middle of the class, and quickly pulled out my laptop and booted it up, opening up a word document. 

The teacher kept his hazel eyes on me for a while, but then he shifted his gaze back to the whiteboard, before writing his name on the board. He turned around and placed his hands on his desk, leaning against it. He started to speak.

"So, as I was saying, class, before we were interrupted-" A light giggle went through the class at that, and I turned a bright red as the teacher looks at me again. "My name is Mr. Madej, or Professor Madej if you're into that. Also known as Shane, which is what I would prefer you guys call me, as you're all probably only four years younger than me. " More laughter went through the class, and I smiled. It was refreshing to have a teacher with a sense of humor. 

"I've already looked over your textbooks and past assignments in this class, and the next lesson is incredibly boring. I don't think any of you want to do that...right?" We all laughed, and chorused a loud 'yes' in response. He laughed, the sound heavenly to my ears. "That's what I thought. So instead of looking into the minds of "government workers", we'll be looking into what we think Thanos's mindset is, seeing as Endgame's coming out in less than a month. Also, I don't want any papers that have the idea of Ant-Man going up his ass. Nope. "

My eyebrows rose, and I smiled. Finally, something that was actually interesting and made me happy. Hearing the chatter from the rest of the class, they all agreed with me. Professor Madej turned on the projector, and I laughed as I noticed the iconic lines of the start of Infinity War. "This is the asgardian refugee vessel statesmen...." 

-ring!!! end of class, and end of the day.-

We all closed our laptops, having taken copious notes on the movie, or in my case, no notes, since I was too busy watching the movie and also gazing at Professor Madej. I really couldn't help it. 

I gathered up all my stuff, and in that time, everyone else had left, and I was left in the room alone with Professor Madej. I gathered up all my items, and I rushed down the stairs, blushing. I was nearly to the door, when I got called back. "Ms...l/n, is it? Please stay for a moment." I swore strongly (fuck.) under my breath,  but I headed back, sitting in the front row seat right in front of Shane's desk as he closed the door.

Professor Madej walked over, and stood in front of my desk, gazing at me. I looked at him, and tried to speak up. "Please, Professor, I'm going to be late for Professor Bergara's class-" Professor Madej held up a hand, nodding.  "You have criminology with Ryan next, right? I'll tell him I'm holding you back for a bit." He walked back to his desk, and picked up his phone, dialing the number for Professor Bergara's office. 

"Ryan? Yes, hey! I'm holding back y/n l/n for a bit...no, it's not serious...shut up, Ryan." I could hear Professor Bergara laugh, and then Shane nodded. "Thanks, Ry."  He put down the phone, and walked back to my desk area, sliding into the chair next to me as he loosened his tie. "So, y/n, mind telling me why exactly you were late?" 

His dark eyes pierced my own e/c eyes, and I gulped nervously. "Well..I mean our usual classroom had only a vague location...and I wasn't expecting the room change so-" Professor Madej nodded, smiling at me, making a pink tint dust my cheeks. "I get it. I just wanted to know if you were skipping the class." I shook my head, smiling nervously. "I'd never skip psych. Especially if I knew about how fun this class would have been, Professor Madej-"

I got cut off at the end of my sentence, by Shane placing a finger on my lips. "No, just call me Shane, okay?"

guys i have no idea how to continue this

pls help me :'( 

septicbre send help pls

~lily, a stuck bitch