A Shooting Sign
Squares filled: teacher Au (Fluff), Friends to Lovers (Genre/Kink),
Summary: You attend a local art class hoping to make some new friends. You find something better instead.
Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader
Warnings: smut, NSFW, unprotected sex (consensual), fluff
A/N: well I think Art Teacher Sam is now a favourite of mine. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Feedback is appreciated!
There was a pit of nerves bubbling in your belly and your palms were clammy despite the autumn chill. Hastily you wiped them against your legs and sucked in a deep breath to steady yourself. Slipping from your car, you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your woollen coat so you wouldn’t be tempted to wring them and set towards the house. The porch light was on, the front door displaying a pleasant welcome sign.
It wasn’t the class that had you nervous; no, it was the thought of meeting new people. This had been a friend’s idea, a way for you to meet new people in a place that you were comfortable. You’d always wanted to try an art class; you weren’t some extraordinary artist but you still enjoyed the movements, the practise of putting your imagination onto paper. At the very least you would be doing something you enjoyed.
You pushed open the front door and walked into the waiting room. There were a few other women already sitting and waiting, huddled together in a way that told you they were friends. They looked up mid-conversation, eyeing you curiously and you forced yourself to smile amiably. You only received half smiles in response before the women returned to their prior conversation.
“…Do you think he’ll be wearing a flannel?” You heard one murmur.
Another giggles, “I hope so. He always looks so good in them.”
“There was that time he wore the sweater.” They all grinned slyly, “He really knows how to rock the hot professor look.”
