Professor Stan. (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Part 1. (late again)

Y/n's POV:

I'm running late again, rushing through the hallway to get to my English class, which is one of my favorites, but I normally stay up late studying for my other classes, which is why I'm in this scenario. It happens from time to time, but I guarantee this is the last time, right? I finally make it to my class; I open the door carefully, making it creek; I look around, seeing everyone's gaze fixed on me; I walk in and close the door behind me; I look back at the class; then my professor, I give him an apologetic grin. He looks at me for around 4 seconds, although it feels like minutes to me "You're late once again, y/n. Kindly have a seat." he said, I sat down on my seat and began jotting down what I had missed, the lecturer remarked. After a few minutes, the lesson was ended, and everyone went to their next class, so I collected my belongings and prepared to return to my room, but I was stopped by my professor Stan, who peered down at me. "I need to see you in my office; do you have a few minutes right now?" he inquired, with a serious face. I attempted to make an excuse because I didn't want to deal with it, but he saw what I was doing and said, "I know you don't have a class after this, so why don't you just follow me to my office, okay?" I did as he said and grabbed my belongings before following him to his office. When we arrived at his office, he opened the door for me, allowing me to enter first, then allowing himself to come in behind me, closing the door as he did so. "I've observed you're late to my class on a regular basis, may I ask you why?" he said, I couldn't think of anything to say to him until I finally said, "Well, I've been up most nights studying." he looked at me with a concerned face "Look, I understand you're a hard worker, but you have to attend my class on time or I'll have to drop you from it, which I really don't want to do." he said, "If you'd like, I can assist you out for a bit right now to catch up on the work you've missed for the last couple of times," he stated after I nodded my head in agreement.

We've been working for a while now, and I was becoming a bit nervous because he was sitting close to me, and I could feel him breathing next to my neck. He then gently talked to me, helping me fix some of my mistakes. I'm not sure why he makes me nervous; perhaps it's because he's quite attractive, slightly strong, and intelligent, but that's all I know about him. I wish I knew more about him. I was lost in my thoughts and didn't realize what he just said. He softly touched my thigh and added, "I saw you weren't paying attention. Are you doing okay? Have you been thinking about something?" I didn't respond to his questions; instead, I sensed his hand on my thigh and felt my cheeks begin to blush; he had realized what he had done and apologized, and for a split second, I thought I saw him blush, but maybe I was hallucinating. "Sir, is this good enough?" I asked after I'd completed most of my work. He took a look at my work, examined it for a few seconds, and then corrected me on a few errors. He then glanced at his watch and informed me that he needed to leave for a class he was going to teach. "I'll give you my phone number if you need anything." he said, "Thank you, sir." I replied. "Please call me Sebastian," he responded after a brief glance at me.

Since I'd been stuck in my room much of the time studying, several of my friends invited me out in the afternoon, so I got ready by putting on some light makeup and good clothes. I got a text from my pals saying we were going to a club because "I needed a break." Since I don't think that's the reason they wanted me to go, I'm guessing they were just trying to set me up on a blind date. I then go to the club with my friends to discover that I've been set up on a blind date, but really? at a club? c'mon now. "Have fun with him," one of my friends remarked, "I think he could be the one for you, truly." When I return my gaze to the man, all I notice is him picking his nose. I then return my gaze to my friend and inform her. "Oh, this guy?" I make a gesture toward him. She then gives a nod. I get a drink, and leave the poor guy in the club. I begin walking back to my school to go in my dorm, and it begins to rain as I begin walking. In the rain, my clothing begin to become soaked, and I notice the lights of a car flashing in front of me; the car comes to a stop on my side, and I observe the window going down, only to see my English professor. He asked, "What are you doing out here when it's raining?" "I just got out of the club with friends and I'm just heading back to my dorm," I explained, and he unlocked the car door and told me to get in. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I shut the car door. "Well, I was driving home from work when I spotted you out here in the rain, so I couldn't just leave you to catch a cold in the rain," he explained this while turning to face me for a few seconds.

part 2 will be posted soon!!!