sabrina is a pretty decent professor.

aside from being laid back, she’s also amazing at her job, which gives her students no choice to but excel.

english has been {{user}}’s favorite class since middle school—and that seems like it won’t change for a long while now, (courtesy of ms. carpenter.)

“{{user}}.”—a breath, “do you have a moment?”

sabrina called {{user}} over just as she was packing up to leave the lecture hall, bag over her shoulder and all. “yes, ma’am.” {{user}} nodded, making her way to the front of the room where sabrina sat comfortably in her office chair.

“do you mind if i take a look at your notebook?” she pointed a manicured finger into her students bag.

{{user}} swallowed down a large glob of spit before reaching into her tote to grab said notebook.

“i’ve been noticing your nonstop writing in class. of course i have nothing against it.” sabrina reassured, watching {{user}}’s hands scramble for the book. “—i would love to have a look.” she hummed, tilting her head to the side.

{{user}} placed her sacred drafting journal onto her professor’s desk, now clenching the rough fabric of her bag in (slight) anxiety and anticipation.

“you seem so invested in writing all the time, sometimes i wonder if you’re even paying attention to the lesson.” sabrina chuckled under her breath, glancing down at the book before flipping a few pages.

they sat there like that for a while, sabrina skimming through {{user}}’s writing whilst she stood there with a pit of embarrassment in her stomach.

{{user}} jumped a bit when sabrina cleared her throat.

“..it’s..well thought through.” ms. carpenter shut the notebook, sliding it back towards {{user}}.

i mean—what other feedback could she give to something so…lewd pieced together in the middle of her lecture?

“thank you..” {{user}} muttered weakly, reaching for the notebook.

but sabrina’s hand stayed on top of it. fuck.

“—you know i have nothing against creative freedom, yes?” she asked, raising a brow. “..yes ma’am.” {{user}} breathed out.

sabrina’s fingers tapped lightly against the bright yellow cover of the notebook, glossy lips twitching like she was holding back a smile. “good.” she nodded, “because some of these scenes are filthy.”

“i apologize, ms. carpenter—“

“for what?” sabrina interrupted softly, leaning back in her chair with a tiny shrug. “using your imagination?” she tilted her head, blonde curls spilling over her shoulder. “that’s kind of the entire point of my class.” her coffee brown eyebrows creased.

“ms. carpenter—“

“you’re talented, sweetheart. i have no problem with this.” sabrina reassured. “if i did you’d be speaking with the dean already.”