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Okay, while I get writing on the smut I wanted to make a normal prompt over this tumblr post first bc I thought it was interesting. Don't mind the few filler stories while I finish up on the smut one, okay? _____________________________
You were staring off into space while tapping your pencil once again. It wasn't you're fault really, your Greek Mythology professor was so attractive that it was damn near impossible to think. At first his looks didn't affect you because you sat in the very very back, but once the seating chart came and you sat in the third row was when you realized you were in trouble.
It shouldn't be fair to have such an attractive teacher, you thought, rationalizing the reason of failure, there should be some sort of rule. No one inhumanly attractive should teach a class. No one who can pull off kakis should teach a class. No one with green eyes, freckles, and-
The bell rang suddenly, making you jerk in surprise at how time had flown. You instantly regretted not paying attention yet again. You sighed in defeat when your read:
FINAL EXAM NEXT MONDAY!
Written in big white lettering on the chalkboard behind Mr. Winchesters desk. You sighed tiredly, not wanting to think about the stress on your shoulders as you quickly began to stuff things back in your bag ready to leave.
"Ms.(Y/L/N)," Mr. Winchester called making a few eyes dart back to you as students left the class room. You froze in place, your eyes glancing up towards your professor who was now leaning against his desk, "I'd like to talk to you for a moment."
You nodded, placing your (f/c) backpack on the floor, half zipped. Your heart was racing at this point and from the tone of Professor Winchesters voice he wasn't happy. He waited for a minute, his eyes burning into you with an expression that read 'you're fucked' until the last person left the room.
"Ms. (y/l/n), do you know why I asked you to stay behind?" He asked, his tone low and deep as he grabbed a folder off his desk. You squinted to see it, but by the color you already knew it was the essay you turned in late yesterday, and from the looks of the large, red lettering at the top it wasn't a good grade.
"Probably not to congratulate me on that job well done?" You asked rhetorically. You smirked at first, but you could tell he wasn't very amused.
He pushed himself off his desk and slowly stalked over to yours. His fingers flipping through the first three pages of your essay like he'd never seen it, before tossing it onto your desk in front of you. He crossed his large arms that had the sleeves rolled up to a little bit above his elbows, and briefly you completely forgot what was happening.
"Your essay," he began, his head tilting down for you to look as well. "You got a 45 on it. You're boarder line failing my class, (y/n). This Final Exam is either going to Make or Break your grade, and let me tell you right now kid if you don't step up it's going to break you. "
You sighed, both hand propping up your head and holding your hair back from falling in front of you. You knew you bombed this essay. You knew you bombed the last one too the moment you turned it in. Your eyes kept tracing the red Sharpie written F. You couldn't fail this class. Your GPA would plummet so low that even Lil John would say damn.
"Listen, I can't fail this class...." you mumbled, your head not being strong enough to lift itself up.
"Well, kid I don't know what to tell you!" Mr. Winchester shouted, his loud voice making you jump as he swiped the essay back and walked over to his desk. "I mean, you never pay attention in class. I don't even know if you're listening half the time! I see your eyes are watching, but everything I say just seems to go through one ear and out the other."
You sat up at this, your foot tapping impatiently as you waited for him to finish ripping you apart. Every inch of your body screamed to just leave, but you knew that wouldn't help your grade at all. You sniffled, trying to keep from crying as you continued to think about your future ahead of you failed this class. You'd get held back for sure and your credits wouldn't be enough to let you graduate. You don't have the money to afford another year of college. Hell, you don't even have the money for the electric bill this month.
"Listen," Mr. Winchester began. You didn't know it, but he did see your struggle. The moment the tear slipped down your cheek he knew he couldn't watch you fail, "I'll give you an extension on this essay to improve it if you don't do so hot on the final exam. Hell, I'll even give you extra credit to make up for it."
Your eyes shot to his, and suddenly his back straightened again and his browns furrowed. "It's only because I see potential in you! Don't make me regret this, alright? This is a once in a life time thing kid don't screw it up!"
You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face as you practically tackled him into a hug. You were so thankful for this man now.
"Oh my god thank you so fucking much! You have no fucking clue how much this helps me out!" You squealed as sad tear were replaced with happy ones.
"Alright, alright," he said, patting your back reassuringly as you pushed off. He smiled and handed you back the original essay, "Don't let me down."
