#Professor Wexler x Reader Oneshot

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Professor Wexler x Fem!Non-Student!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You come into your friend’s class one day to help her with an assignment and the cute, emotionally stifled professor develops a big fat crush on you real quick- he uses his Big Brain to figure out a way to see you again.

(Psst, he says he was required to offer the assistant job to you- he wasn’t)

Warnings: Age difference, that’s it.

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“So you remember what to do, right?” You friend asks as you both sit down in the front row of her regular classroom, and you just give her a nod- preoccupied with scoping the place out. Its HUGE! More like an auditorium than a classroom. You couldn’t imagine learning in a place like this!

To be fair though, you couldn’t imagine learning in a classroom either, at the moment. Instead of going to college like your friends, you decided to get a job and take a couple years to yourself… now you’re a manager at the store you work at and feel kind of stuck. It makes being here, in these hallowed halls among all these brainiacs with binders and books kind of intimidating, but… you’re managing! You have nothing to be ashamed of, just because you chose a different path. You’re doing this for your friend, anyway, and besides- this’ll be fun!

Its occult studies- how cool is that??

“Y/N!” Your friend suddenly exclaims, putting her hand on your arm to get your attention and you jump- head whipping around and gaze landing on her once again rather than the rafters.

“Yes!?”

“Come on… Are you listening to me?” She asks, half laughing and half freaking out- just her style. She was like this all the way through high school, too. Every time she had a big assignment due, she would get so stressed out! To relax her, you nod and give a reassuring smile.

“I’m just doing what you tell me up there, right? I’m the example for your presentation- Trust me, I can follow instructions perfectly well. It’ll be fine!” You shrug, drumming your fingers against the folder in her lap. “Besides, you’ve been researching this thing for months- if I trip up there, it’s not gonna make much of a difference.”

“Hey, if you trip up there I’m going to pretend you’re a stalker and I don’t know you.”

“Ditto.” You smirk.

“You’ll pretend that you’re a stalker and I don’t know you??”

“Yep.”

The two of you dissolve into giggles at that, not noticing how the rest of the room is going quiet until it’s too late. A man comes in from the back of the stage and stops at the edge, closest to the two of you.

When you notice him and his very disapproving look (Reminding you why you didn’t want to continue with school in the first place), you quickly shut up and wack your friend to get her attention, too. She sees him as well and immediately swallows her laughter, lowering her hand. “Sorry sir.”

“Mhm… “

Though some of the other students behind your back still snigger and whisper to eachother, the man turns away from the two of you and introduces himself. You move on quickly, too, poking your friend again and leaning over to whisper in her ear. “That’s your teacher??” You ask, folding one leg over the other and angling towards her. Seeing him gave you a devilish idea, and you just can’t help yourself from messing with your friend a bit. She needs to relax, after all- school is not everything…  

“Uh- yeah. Professor Wexler.” She replies quickly, not taking her eyes away from the front- something like fear in her face. Worry. Feeling a smirk wobble onto your face, you turn your body slightly to her in order to deliver your next line without anyone hearing. This’ll kill her-

“Well… all I can say, is I now see the appeal to class-”

“SHHH!”

“Oh, you’re right, Professor Sex Appeal is talking.” As you settle back in your seat, your friend finally turns to look at you- half in disgust and half in horror. You mime zipping your lips and throwing out the key, before turning your full attention to the teacher finally. Oh, she’s too easy. Sure, Professor Wexler is nice-looking, but you aren’t really that horny.

You just love messing with her.

~

“And, now… (Friends Name). Your turn- I hope you’re ready.” Professor Wexler finally reads out your friend’s name from the list on his desk, after 45 minutes of sitting there nervously waiting for her turn. You, timid about getting up there in front of all these smart people your age. Her, dying on the inside from anxiety about failing an assignment despite your regular arm pats of reassurance.

“You are,” You assure her quietly with a nod one last time, as you both stand up and get up on the stage. She leads you to the centre before splitting from you to give Professor Wexler the USB for her PowerPoint and get it set up at his desk; Leaving you to stand there awkwardly centre stage. You consider crossing your arms, but that’s antisocial so you end up standing like a penguin with your arms at your sides. Oh lord…

It’s hot, and you suddenly feel totally inadequate in everything that you’re doing with your life- here are all these people getting degrees and masters and certificates, and you’re managing a Burger King-

Wait. Y/N, shut up. Come on. You’re on your own path, you’re okay. You can do this.  

“Miss (Friends Name), why don’t you introduce your assistant while this boots up?” Wexler’s oddly dulcet tones interrupt your inner freak out, and you look deftly over to them as your friend nods quickly, like oh right, okay. You flash the man a bright smile. Like thank you!

“Well, this is my friend Y/N,” Her voice is clear and confident as she looks out to the audience informationally and you find yourself to be so proud of her. She’s going to be fine. “She’s going to provide some visual aids for us.”

“Hi,” You add, giving an awkward little salute to the crowd. Why did you do that? Oh god, you hope to fuck that was cute-

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Do you go to school here?” Wexler asks, taking over while your friend finishes pulling up her work on computer, having it reflect onto the back wall.

“Oh- no, I don’t.” No need to elaborate, ha ha~ Its nice of him to ask and distract you from the very nerve-wrecking situation but there’s absolutely no need to embarrass yourself further. “Just here to help (Friends name), today. Um- pretty school, though.”

“Isn’t it.” He grins, and it’s really rather a nice grin, and since you’re never going to be in here or see him again you really don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t appreciate it. You also feel suddenly quite glad that you wore this mini skirt and washed your hair today.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Your friend pipes up, and you nod; Attention fully on her again. Let’s go.

~

After a few minutes of introductions and explanations, your friend finally draws attention to you once more. “Alright Y/N, now I require your assistance- would you come centre stage again, please?” You feel a certain gaze on you a little harder than others, but focus on the audience; Dipping your head a little in hello once again as you step up to where you’re needed. 

“Please sit down on the stool, facing the audience.”

Doing as instructed, you make sure to cross your legs- you’re wearing a skirt, and you’re a lady. As your friend touches your head in certain parts and explains the how to and the reason behind the ancient art of scalping- you can’t help but give a bright, humorous smile. You feel so weird sitting here! The lights are hot and there are lootta bored students out there watching… You know that you aren’t what people are really paying attention to right now, but that doesn’t make it better.

Then she tells you to stand up again, which you do, and requests Wexler to come over. Your eyes widen and you glance at her, not sure what’s going on. You thought you were the only aid? Why is she gesturing for the handsome professor to come closer to you? Why!??

“Most of what we know of the ritual sacrifices in this particular area involved nuptials. Ah- a wedding, in simplistic terms. So,” (Friends name) grins cheekily, turning promptly to you and Wexler. “Be free to get nice and close you two while I explain this next part.” Ohhhh, she’s having a laugh; Making fun of her teacher a little bit while she has the power. You get it, the rest of the class give chuckles and teases as Wexler strolls up next to you.  

While your friend continues her lecture, you turn on your heels awkwardly to face Professor Wexler with a very little, very crooked grin on your face. “Well… this is sudden. We only just met.” You say, quiet enough for him to hear perfectly but you’re not speaking over your friend at all. Just between the two of you.

He nods, giving the tiniest of amused grins. “Very.” You get the feeling he doesn’t smile all that often, and the fact that he’s done so for you make you feel all warm inside.

So, pointing a stern finger at him, you give a half stern-half playful look with one corner of your lips quirking up and try not to laugh when he forces a nervous look on his face; Like he’s getting a talking-to from his real wife. “You better take out the garbage, or we’re getting a divorce.”

“Promise, promise!... I have to say, though, if those are our vows, then I have some serious concerns about our pending marriage.” Yeah, you’re flirting a little. But hey; There’s something about having a man who’s older, and more accomplished play along with your silly little game, that feels really good. And it’s not like you’ll ever see him again- so why not?

“Hey,” You actually giggle then, unable to help it. Because this is such a weird situation; Here you are, on a stage in front of at least 30 people your age pretending to be married to your friends teacher- and again, maybe flirting with him. A bit… “Just do as I say and you’ll do just fine,”

“Uhuh,” He nods, grinning again and shaking his head as he looks back finally to the audience and your friends assignment.  

~

20 minutes later, the class is over and you’re all free to go. You help your friend to pack up her stuff and go up on stage to search for a few props she’s missing. “Where are you… “You mutter, wandering off into the wings to see if they may have rolled off. “Aha!”

Just as you’re about to go grab it, leaning against the back wall, a male’s voice calling your name startles you. You actually jump, surprised. You thought you were alone!!

Turning around, you’re only slightly relieved to see Professor Wexler there standing just in the wings, too. He’s a little ways a way from you, but still hidden away behind the curtains with you. “Oh hey there again, sir.” Sure, he’s not your teacher, but when are you next going to have the chance to call someone ‘sir’? You have a thing for it. And it’s not hurting anyone! Flashing a warm, polite smile, you reach down and pick up the prop. “I was just catching a runaway prop- sorry if I’m not supposed to be back here!!”

“No, no, that’s fine… I was just, uh… “He seems a bit tongue-tied, so you wait patiently- watching him fold his hands into his pants pockets, the light glinting off the glasses on his nose. “So. You said you didn’t go to school here. Are you… going to school somewhere else, or?.. “

“Oh, no.” You shake your head, holding your hands and the prop behind your back and forcing a polite smile for him, despite feeling uncomfortable about the topic. Telling a teacher you don’t go to school?? Awkward… uncomfortable… a couple hundred other words meaning the same thing… “I- don’t go to school, actually. I’ve um… Well, I’ve been working instead. I know- I should get an education, but-”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking some time, or following your own path… Actually- it’s rather brave. “That brings a big, genuine smile to your face, and it seems to relax him a lot; He smiles one of those miniscule smiles again as you approach him. “Are you considering anything here, at all?”

“Well… this class sure seems like some fun!”

“I’m not sure that ‘fun’ is what I’m trying to get at, here, Miss L/N.” There’s a stern look on his face but a mischievous glint in his pretty eyes. And- ‘Miss L/N’. Good god- “But- I do agree. It is a… fun, subject.”

“It is!” You agree, nodding. “If I could get into a school like this, I’d absolutely be here! I betcha I’d be top of the class.” You wink, teasing.

“Ah- I bet.”

Smile faltering, because you remember that your friend is still waiting for you out in the auditorium and you, unfortunately, can’t just stay here and chat with the cute professor about a slightly brighter future all day- you take a deep breath and straighten up. “… Anyway, I have a shift in an hour and (Friends name) promised to drive me home– it was really nice meeting you though!”

You’re already turning your hips to head off back onto the stage when Wexler speaks up quickly again- halting you. “Um, before you go, Miss L/N, I uh- I have something I thought you might be interested in. Here.”

“Hm?” Stopping and turning back to him, you watch him take a folded-up piece of paper out of his jacket pocket- which he hands to you. Curiously you open it up, read it slowly, and raise your brows in surprise. “A job application?”

“I’m… required, to give this out to people. You know, scout. And I thought you might, perhaps, be interested. Its an assistant job. Uh, for me. You’d be working with me… be my assistant, uh- It’s not very hard, I promise not to overwork you, but… it is work in this subject. I thought you might be interested. I know you’ve already got a job, though, and you probably want to stay there- “

“Oh, no. I don’t.” Is this for real?? Is he serious?? You could work h e r e??? No way!! You would love to do something knew- something in academics! Occult studies! This is so exciting!

Your enthusiasm must show on your face, because Wexler relaxes once again. “… Great. So- then- I hope to see your application come back.”

Flashing a bright grin, and not even really thinking about it (Just that you want to), you step closer to him and give him a quick, one-armed hug. “You will, definitely!” You exclaim, pulling back before he can even move to reciprocate the affection- leaving the older professor with slight wide eyes and a bashful grin on his face. “I’m very interested!”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but your friend calls after you then.

“… Y/N?? Did you get lost back there?? I think we should get going soon, if you wanna get to your shift on time!”

“Oh- right, yeah. I’ll be right there!!” You call back, before turning back one final time to Professor Wexler. “Thank you, for this.”

“Its my pleasure. And- you can just send the application back with Miss (Your Friends Name).”

“Hmmm, nah.” With a little grin, backing up towards the stage, you fold up the application and waive it to him. “I don’t think so, I’ll bring it to you in person. So, see you tomorrow? You got office hours?”

That grin he gives is quickly becoming addictive to you. “… I’ll see you tomorrow.” You can’t wait.

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