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MANGOES (1/2)

PAIR: LIN x READER

AN: Hiii beautiful peeps! how are you? So, this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while but, as I’m not as half as talented as the people here plus being English my second language, I’ve always been pretty scared to write this. However in the last few days it became almost painful thinking about this story and not putting it on (digital) paper. So here it is the first part. Leave a feedback, if you want. Of any kind.

Before leaving you with the story, I’d like to thank the people I talk to here on tumblr and other social media: YOU ROCK GUYS! (and sorry if sometimes I bother you too much or get overexcited) (you know who you are)

WARNINGS: few curses (sorry), mention of period (I don’t think it’s too harmful but someone could be grossed out)

WORDS: 3072 (I’M SO SORRY)

here you are ‘Mangoes’ *plays trumpet*


You suddenly realized you were bouncing your legs and the ‘click-click’ of the heels could be heard in the whole airport.

You didn’t know why you were anxious.

Well, you knew.

But you hadn’t yet realized you were THAT anxious.

You rubbed your hands on your face.

You weren’t ready to face whatever was waiting for you behind that gate.

You hadn’t seen him in a week and, although you were over the moon when he told you he was going to bring Luz as his date to the Oscars, for both emotional and logistic reasons, you were regretting your choice: you needed to be with him.

To support him.

“Or to have his support?” You told yourself with a low voice.

The news caught you off-guard: you never said it out loud, but you were sure he was going to win.

To make everything worse? Paul, Benji and Justin were the nicest guys ever and you really enjoyed their work, but the love of your life was… The love of your life.

You weren’t worried about all that Egot, pegot, pigeon, how-you-wanna-call-it stuff. You were worried about all the preassure he received, you were worried about the future interviews, you were worried about the side effects of this loss on the creative process of the man you loved.

Deep in your mind you knew you were over-reacting but let’s face it: he had quite a ego and things like this could trigger in his mind trails of not-so-optimistic thoughts. You simply didn’t want him to build a fortress around his persona.

You’ve talked to him on phone in the past few days and even faced-time him: he seemed sad and upset, but it was something barely percepible. He said: ‘I have never thought I had a chance of winning. I was just thrilled to be there and to introduce Auli'i.’ On the other side of the emotions spectrum, Luis was furious and more than once he was stopped from publishing not so nice comments on twitter. Luz called you the evening after the ceremony and said she caught her mother sniffling on the balcony of the hotel room.

You knew what was happening: they were sad because they imagined he was sad, he was keeping all the emotions trapped in his chest to not worry them. He was usual to act like that until he reached the breaking point, which consisted in writing a heart-wrenching song or a fight between the two of you over ‘why the arabic coffee blend wasn’t as good as the brazilian’ or similar silly things.

But this time it felt different.

It was different.

This time you’ll have to be the 'glue’ to keep him together, a thing that he did for you during the hormones or job-related freaking out moments.

But were you ready?

You didn’t know. You didn’t know how to get ready. You didn’t know anything except that his flight has just landed, as the board suggested.

You checked the time on your phone just to be blocked be the sight of your lockscreen. It was one of your favorite photos: he was napping on the bed, surrounded by 'his girls’: the twins only few months old at his sides and your dog at his feet. You came back from the kitchen with two bottles of warm milk just to find that heart-melting view. You snapped the pic quickly before waking them up.


'Lin, wake up.’ You tried to call him.

He had developed this strange habit during your honeymoon (which happened almost a year ago): as he was hot, he slept wrapped around your body with his head on your chest. You couldn’t complain as it was January, in Iceland. 
But NY in September was surely hotter.

'Lin, sweetheart, you have to wake up.’ You repeated raising your voice a little.

'Don’t call me sweetheart.’ He mumbled in your skin.

'Ah ah, you are awake.’ You said poking at his head.

'Why did I marry such a smart woman that makes me appear so stupid?-he placed a kiss on your skin before turning his face towards you with a loving gaze- Oh, now I remember.’ He smiled.

'Don’t even try to compliment my beauty in order to stay in bed.’

'But it’s Sunday. And I’m on a very soft and warm spot I’d like not to leave.’ He smirked winking in your direction.

'Are you implying I’ve gained weight?!’ You tried to fake rage.

'Just in the right spots.’ He said.

'WHAT?!’ Now you were a little offended. You pushed him away and tried to leave the bed.

'Ehii. Don’t be mad at me! You are the one that explained me why women gain weight during period.-he stopped you on the side of the bed- And as I was saying, only- he kissed a spot on your shoulder-in- another kiss- the-kiss- right- kiss- places.’

'That doesn’t change my feelings.’ You replied sitting on the bed, checking the phone while he put his chin on your shoulder. 'Moreover I’m not on my period.’

'Yes, you are.’ He said.

'No, I’m not. Trust me, it’s difficult to not notice if you are bleeding.’ You snapped back.

You felt him streaching to reach his phone on the conforter.

'Yes, your period should have started 5 days ago.’ He said checking something on the screen.

'Please, tell me you don’t have a period app.’ You said trying to hide your laugh.

'If your wife turns into a angry and hungry, fire- spitting.. - you turned to watch him with revengeful eyes and he noticed- but super smart and beautiful dragon, you’d have done the same.’ He smiled.

'Well, your app is wrong… Not in the calculation (you mentally checked if 28 days has passed). But I’m not on my period right now. Although it’s very strange: I’m a Swiss clock!’ You said a little worried.

'Y/N, you have done crazy shifts at work this past week!’

'Yes, you could be right. It has to be the stress.’ You said putting your socks on.

'Absolutely! And you know which is the best remedy?’ He dragged you back on a lying position.

'Lin-Manuel Miranda, don’t even try. You have planned this brunch with our parents- you said getting up and heading towards the bathroom- So, you and that cute little ass of yours have to leave the bed. Or we’ll be late.’

'Hey! My butt is cute but it ain’t “little”!’ He replied lying on the side and pointing towards it.

You laughed and before entering the bathroom, you stood in front of the mirror.

'Did I really put on so much?’ You said with a defeated look.

'Man, I shouldn’t have never said it! - he facepalmed himself- or at least I should have put it in a better way. What I meant, you know, … It’s… Like… God, that’s embarassing…’

You turned to face him. 'Lin, I married you. And trust me, your 'emarassing-things-i’ve-done’ list is well know to me. Spit it.’

'Let’s say that your “side A” has … How can i … “Improved”.. Yes, that’s the word!’ He was stummering and blushing. He was simply the cutest.

'Whut?’ You giggled.

'In the last ten days, some outfits you wore were like.. Seriously mind blowing..’ He continued moving his hands as to show an explosion.

And you could recall few times he complimented you more than usual before leaving the house in the morning.

'But I haven’t forgiven you yet.- you said picking your clothes and heading towards the bathroom. Ah, I’ll need this room for a quite long time. Maybe it’s better if you use the other one.’ You said winking and closing the door.

'Damn, I knew this going going to happen.’ You heard him shouting.

What you both didn’t know was that you were having the same thoughts.

'What if she’s preg-..’

'What if I’m pregnan- No, Y/N, don’t even think about it. It’s just stress. Don’t think about it.’ You mumble to yourself while shampooing.

You were in your undies, washed, moisturized staring at your dress: a wonderful, pencil-skirt, teal and blue dress. It was one of your favorite as it was knee-lenght but it fitted you perfectly in all your right places.

It was the moment of truth: it was your reference to see if anything changed in your body.

You wore it and started pulling the zip up: 'side b’ area went smooth, no visible changes in you belly area either.

You breathed with relief.

'Ah! I was right!’ You said with pride.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

The 'improvement’ Lin pointed out was real and you had to remove your bra to close the zip all the way up.

'Damn it, he was right.’ You said putting your hands on your hips and noticing how your 'side A’ as he called it was quite prominent from the v-shaped cut.

You checked the time on your phone: 'LIN, WE’RE ALMOST LATE!’ You screamed rushing outside the bathroom.

'I’m ready in the kitchen waiting for you. Do you want some coffee?’ He shouted.

'Lin, we’re going to a brunch. Breakfast and lunch. Which means plenty of coffee.’ You answered back while putting on shoes, a blazer and taking your earrings.

'But I need my coffee.’ He insisted.

'You’ll have a ulcer soon if you keep ingesting all this caffeine.’ You get to the kitchen while putting on the jewels.

You found him staring back at you with his mouth open and his mug mid-air.

'What?’ You said putting your head down and shaking your hair to give them volume.

He was still silent.

'Lin? - you looked back at him- should I go change?’ You pointed at your dress.

'WAIT. NO. This is exactly what I meant earlier.. You’re just so.. I’m trying to figured out how you you possible ended up marring me..’ He said at the speed of light.

You were blushing as a 16 years old high schooler. 'I’m fluttered- you said kissing his cheek and putting his mug down, but I don’t think it would make a good excuse with the parents. Chop chop. Let’s go.’ You headed towards the door swining your hips more than usual.

'Is this some sort of punishment for what I said earlier?’

'Dang it. You really are a MacArthur genius.’ You winked teasing him.

The brunch went well until you all decided to have some fruit.

'I’ll take the mango salad.’ You said reading the menù.

'Mango? Y/N, you hate mango!’ Your mother said looking at you.

'I remember the time me and Luis’s sister were pregnant at the same time and we ate mangoes all the times. In fact, there’s a legend according to which if you’re pregnant with a Miranda, you’ll even dream mangoes.’ Luz said and all started laughing.

You and Lin, instead, widened your eyes and looked at each other remembering your unshared thoughts of few hours before.

You could almost see the huge, red-written sign spelling 'SHIT’ on each other faces.

Soon the other four people noticed your silence.

'Lin-Manuel, is everything alright?’ Asked Luis while the others were all smilig at you.

You were on the point of throwing up.

'Yes, papa. I think that Y/N wants mango just because I made her try the mango flavoured tea you brought us from London. Honey, maybe it’s better if you stick with strawberries. You know, fresh mango is a stronger flavour. You have plenty of time to exercise before starting eating it non stop for 9 months.’ He took your hand and gave it a little squeeze.

You got what he was doing as you haven’t drink any tea recently.

'You’re right.’ You almost whispered before excusing yourself and going to the restroom.

You could still hear Lin engaging a conversation with the two women about fruits and pastries to move their attention from what has just happened.

You went to the bathroom and put your wrists under the cold water in attempt to calm you down.

You didn’t want to think about this right now. You want to do it at home. With Lin.

Then you went to the bathroom and you found out your period came.

But you weren’t as relieved as you thought. Yes, you were sad. A little bubbly Lin wasn’t a bad thing at all. But apparently destiny had different plans for you.

Before going out you sent a text  Lin: 'False allarm. Red wave just arrived.’

You went back to the table and you found him still talking about the secrets for a flaky pie.

'Lin, your phone buzzed. You should check it.’ You said sitting down.

'Don’t worry, I’ll see it later.’ He answered.

'It could be something important’ you squeezed his thigh staring him in the eyes.

He got the message and took the phone. You could feel his smile fading. He took your hand and place a kiss on it.

The brunch continued and the six of you went for a stroll then each couple went a difference direction.

As you were walking home you passed in front of the supermarket and, as he could read your mind, he said: 'You still want that mango, am I right?' 

You nodded and added 'We also run out of painkillers and I’ll need them these days.’

'I’ll go to the pharmacy and you the store. Meet me in 10 at the ice cream isle.’ He said kissing you.

So you did. When you met next to the refrigerators, he was happier than when you left him minutes before.

'Since when pharmacy makes you happy?’ You asked while picking your favorite type of ice cream.

'Since they started selling… LOLLIPOPS!’ He jumped showing two candies and giving you one.

'You’re such a kid.’ You laughed.

He coughed showing the wedding band.

'Let’s go pay this fruit and ice creams.’

As you went home, you undressed to get ready to chill on the couch as each Sunday.

He was still in the bedroom when you called him 'Lin, do you want to watch a movie?’ You fell on the couch.

'Not yet.’ He shouted.

'Yet? Do we have to do something?’ You asked.

'Did your flood continued since this morning?’ He asked poking his head from the door.

'I’m sorry, what?’ You asked at the unusual question.

'Did your bleeding continued since this morning?’ He asked again with his hands wrapped around his torso.

'This is gross. But not so much.- you answered skeptically- Do you mind telling me why you’re asking me this? I’m ok with sharing, less details maybe.’

'Could you check again?’

'Lin!’

'Please Y/N. I promise I’ll explain if you do.’

'You’re acting weird but ok.’ You headed to the bathroom with him waiting outside.

It actually seemed like your period stopped so you went out and told him.'For your information, my period is not active right now. Now, my explanation.’

'Sit down and I’ll do it.-he showed you a spot on the bed- This is something I remembered from when Luz was pregnant and I went with her to the gyno- he saw the shocked and disgusted expression on your face- I STOPPED IN THE WAITING ROOM. Today, words keep failing me. However, there’s this thing called 'implantation bleed’ that resembles period but it’s the egg.. Implanting… It was more scientific in my mind.’ He chuckled.

'Lin, I don’t think..’ You said looking down.

'The mangoes, Y/N.’ He said with his eyes sparkling.

'I love your mother, you know this. But as a woman in a world were science exsist, I can’t trust “mangoes stories”.’ You said placing a hand on his cheek.

'Let’s just try. I’ve bought the test.’

That’s why he was so happy. You didn’t know what to do: this morning you realized you wanted to have babies as soon as possible. At the same time you didn’t want to be delusional.
You were going to say no but you saw his expecting and hopeful eyes. You couldn’t let him down. Maybe he could have been right.

'Ok- he jumped up hugged you- but I’ll pee and then leave them in the bathroom. We’ll watch a movie and later we’ll check. Got it?’ You said.

'Yes, ma'am.’ He went to his wardrobe and took 3 boxes.

'Lin, three?’

'Just to be sure.’ He smiled.

'You’re a pain in the ass, Manuel.’

'I love you too.’

You both smiled at the inside joke.

You went to the bathroom, did what you have to do and then the both of you went to the living room with popcorns, your chopped fruit and the infamous tea.

Lin wrapped his arms around your legs, that were resting on his own, while your head was on his chest.

After ten minutes your heartbeat was almost normal, you started enjoying the story and started laughing at the improbable adventures of the characters.

15 minutes from the end, Lin stand up to go to the bathroom as he drank almost a litre of tea and you were so caught in the story, you didn’t even realize was going to happen.

You just heard him shouting.

You jumped from the couch and went to the bathroom expecting to see blood/ body parts missing from him.

'LIN! What the hell happened?’ You shouted as an answer.

You found your full grown husband on the floor with his hands on his face saying something you couldn’t understand.

You knelt next to him: 'Lin, what happened?’ You tried to remove the hands just to find his face red and covered in tears.

'Mangoes. Y/N. MANGOES.’ He said smiling even more.

You connected the dots and standed up to have a confirmation: the three test had 2 lines on it.

'MANGOES!’ You screamed crying before reaching the same spot Lin was.

After almost an hour of laugh, tears, kisses and 'mangoes’ you stood up.

You decided to not tell the news to anyone until the ultrasounds.

A month later you organized a little dinner at your house for your parents.

They found not one, but two little mangoes in their plates.


You could feel your heart in your throat. Your tongue was dry. Those memories put you even more on the edge of tears so you decided to stand up and walk a little bit just to see a huge billboard about Maldives.

“Oh, man.” You whispered with a defeated voice while the memories started to flood in your mind.

 IF YOU REACHED THIS POINT, YOU’RE A HERO  AND I LOVE YOU. THANKS FOR SPENDING A LITTLE BIT OF YOUR TIME READING THIS.

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A. Ryder Log #23

Aria and Jaal attend his cousins wedding on Havarl, and one thing quickly becomes clear.

His family has already accepted her as their own. Especially the kids.

Jaal x Ryder, Post-Game, Established Relationship.

Thanks to @ariannadi for essentially being my Beta ♥ And gonna dedicate this chapter to @lynngo-art because holy hell, their Angara Babbie sketches just kill me with cute, and have basically become how I picture/write them now. So thank you for making wonderful and inspiring art! ♥

This got long. I’m sorry (not). Also on AO3 under ‘The Misadventures of Aria Ryder’. Enjoy!


When the invitation first arrives, Aria is confused.

Not because it’s from Jaal’s cousin. Not because it’s an invitation to her wedding.

It’s because it’s addressed to her.

“Why would she send it to me, instead of you?” Aria’s sitting at her desk peering at the email on her screen, wondering if she’s missed something, “I mean, I’m happy she wants me there - wants us there, obviously, you’re mentioned inside the letter - but why only send it to me?”

“Darling One, you are over thinking things again.” Jaal is laughing as he comes up behind her, hands landing on her shoulders to knead at the tense muscles, “This is simply Etta’s way of welcoming you to the family.”

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and you drive me wild

(You can read the previous chapters here!)

PART SEVEN: Game Night, Part One

“In short, tonight is going to be lit,” Peggy said as she led Alex and Laf into the living room.

Angelica, Eliza, and Hercules were already there.

“Where is he?” Angelica asked as soon as Alexander came into view.

“Wow, hi to you, too, Angie,” Alex said teasingly.

“You better have come through with your end of the deal, Ham, or else I might just have to––”

“Relax, mon ami,” Laf interrupted. “I was there when our dear Alexander invited him. All is well. He will be here.”

Angelica visibly relaxed at that. Alex noticed that she was dressed up–– a peach colored dress, beaded dangling earrings and a matching necklace and bracelets.

He then turned his attention to Eliza, who was more dressed up than Alexander ever remembered seeing her outside of a formal event. She had on flawless yet subtle makeup, a white collared shirt, and a high-waisted teal skirt that she tucked the shirt into, some of the fabric puffing out, hiding exactly where the shirt ended and the skirt began. She also had a long necklace on a silver chain with a single teal teardrop shaped stone dangling on the end of it. Alex couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

Eliza tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear and looked Alex’s way, as if she felt his gaze.

“You look beautiful,” he said before he could think.

She blushed, smiling shyly at him. “Thanks. That sweater looks really nice on you.”

“Laf chose it.”

“I figured,” she said with a laugh.

“So,” Alex asked, sitting down on the couch next to her, “you suddenly got really dressy on us. Are things different at that fancy school of yours?” He was clearly just teasing her, but he was also curious. Eliza had always been more of a tomboy–– a t-shirts, leggings, and converse kind of girl.

Eliza blushed an even deeper shade of red. “I, well, first of all I discovered that I like to wear dresses.”

Alex beamed at her. “And you look gorgeous in them, clearly!”

“Thanks,” she said with a nervous laugh. “And, well, Peggy may have invited someone here tonight that I have a crush on…” She began to fiddle with her hair anxiously.

“Peggy is quite the handful,” Alex said with a sigh. “But who is this mystery person?” He gently nudged her in the side with his elbow, eliciting another soft laugh from her. He always thought that Eliza’s laughs were the audio version of fairy lights–– soft, gentle, and beautiful.

“Her name is Maria,” Eliza whispered.

Alexander grinned at her. “She’d be silly not to like you, Sweet Lizard.”

Eliza’s laugh appeared again, widening Alex’s smile. He always felt warm inside when he managed to make Eliza laugh. It was such a glorious feeling.

The two friends were distracted by the sound of more voices filling the room. From the way Eliza froze and her face turned a brighter red than Alexander had ever seen (and that was saying something), he figured the girl he didn’t know, who was dressed in what looked like an incredibly soft red sweater and dark blue skinny jeans with a few gold bangles around her wrist, and who had dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders in luscious waves, was Maria. The other girl with her was Adrienne de Noailles, the other ⅓ of the Laf-Herc-Adri trio.

He was about to ask Eliza if she wanted to go over and say hello when a third new person walked–– no, sauntered–– in.

The boy was tall, dressed in a deep purple cardigan with black jeans tucked into golden high-tops converse. His puffy dark brown hair bounced as he made his way over to the couch and smirked down at Alexander.

“Hamilton,” he said.

“Jefferson,” Alex grumbled.

“Thomas!” Angelica exclaimed, conveniently coming in from the kitchen at that exact moment. “I am so glad you could make it!”

He leaned down and they air-kissed each other on each cheek. Alexander rolled his eyes and Eliza gave him a look.

“I would never miss an opportunity to be in the presence of the dazzling Angelica Schuyler,” he said smoothly.

“Ugh,” Alex muttered. He motioned to Eliza, and the two of them made their escape as Angelica and Jefferson started flirting with each other through an exchange of witty remarks that neither Alexander nor Eliza had any desire to overhear.

“I’VE GOT THE GAMES!” Peggy hollered from the hallway. She then entered the room with a stack of games that was almost larger than she was.

Eliza and Maria rushed forward at the same time to help her, and, from the look on Peggy’s face, it was evident that that had been her intention all along.

Alexander went up to Peggy once the games were safely in Eliza and Maria’s hands. “Hey, uh, where’s John?” Alex scratched the back of his neck.

Peggy just smirked. “He and his sister Martha are coming, don’t worry your butt off or anything.”

“Mon ami, if you worry anymore butt off you will have none left!” Laf came up behind Alex with Adrienne on one arm and Hercules on the other. They winked at Alex in unison.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Lafayette beamed at Alexander. “Are you ready to meet your, how you say, Prince Charming?”

Queen of the Water (3)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: A normal girl gets thrown into the Royal world. Royal AU

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: none!

TAGS AT THE END!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Originally posted by i-dont-have-gas-im-in-love

Y/n groaned at the sound of her alarm. She threw her arm to her side and slapped her clock shut. Her door opens and she groans again when Peggy pulls the curtains open and tugs her blankets away from her body.

“Five more minutes, Peggy, please,” Y/n whined against her pillow, squinting through the harsh light pouring into her room.

“Absolutely not, young lady! Today is the day! Your mother’s getting married and you have a big role to play! We’re leave in 90 minutes and I’m tasked at getting you ready!” Peggy barked back, stepping into her closet. “You’ve been here for a week and your room is already a disaster! When your mother and Edward are on their honeymoon, you’re cleaning your room!”

“Only if you let me pick what I wear. I am not wearing that ridiculous dress. I look stupid,” she said, trying to negotiate what she was suppose to wear to the ceremony and to the reception.

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May-December

Originally posted by moriartyisntdead

Pairing: CainxReader
Word count: 1,584
Author: Brittiny
Request: Anonymous. hi I would like to request a Cain x Reader with the ‘fake relationship’ trope, thanks


You walked in the front door of the bunker and sighed. You’d just returned from a solo hunt and looked forward to relaxing. “Meet us in the library.” Dean said, walking by you.

“Hello to you, too.” You muttered, following him. “What’s going on?” Cas, Sam, Dean, and Cain were all there. Must be something big for them to be there.

“A case.” Sam replied.

You gave him a ‘really?’ look. “No shit, Sherlock.” You were sore, tired, and you wanted nothing to do with a case. However, you knew that wouldn’t fly.

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Guzmania - Chapter 1

Notes: I have been hoping to take on a longer, serious project for awhile. I have many headcanons about Guzma after the events of the games, because I believe there’s more to his story, and I wanna see it, so I’m gonna write it.

I’m dedicating the story to @the-real-sasami who has helped me plan this out for months now. Sorry my lazy ass took so long. ^^;

The only warnings I can think to put on this are:
1. I subscribe to the chubby Guzma theory, so he’ll probably be eating a lot and I’ll mention sometimes how soft he is.
2. I believe his father was physically abusive, so there will also be mentions of that but probably nothing too graphic.

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A story about my favorite SC, Eva

It was a hot day in May at the private high school where I taught; the school was buzzing with noise, and students. It was to be their last day before the summer and for some of them, it was their last day as high school students. Now that the school year was ending, a part of me was excited about sleeping in, vacations and more time with my friends and family but I was also sad to see my favorite students leave the high school for good.

It was my third year teaching and the students who I had taught my first year, were graduating in a few days. I had grown quite fond of a select few students who worked their way to my heart. My absolute favorite one, Eva, was moments away from walking into my door to do a make-up test. It was hard to believe three years had gone by with Eva in my life. I never had her as a student, thank the gods (she would have driven me insane). Regardless, we still formed a unique and special bond. I would surely miss her the most: my Student Crush.

I can’t really put into words what Eva is like…her eyes are like the rain on the parched ground in Autumn. Her smile and laugh are like a ray of sunshine on a gloomy day in January. Even though she is short, she’s built like an Amazon goddess…her skin: soft like flowers in the Spring…

While in my daydream, I hear a knock on my classroom door and the door swings open. Normally, my door would be wide-open, beckoning fellow teachers and students to come and hang out or chat but because of finals week, my door was ajar with a note outside of the door indicating finals and make-up tests were being conducted. I wasn’t expecting my students until much later but I had agreed to help Mrs. G, the French teacher, with make-up tests because she had to attend her daughter’s middle school graduation. Seeing Eva was like poetry in motion. The sun was to her back which made her appearance even more celestial. I could see every strand of hair, every fiber on her clothes and most obvious, her beautiful smile. I stood up to greet her as she walked towards my small and awkward desk. As she approached, I immediately noticed she was wearing every bit of article of clothing that I liked on her; everything from her white Lacoste shoes, to the short gray-blue cotton skirt, teal tank stop and a thin, white cardigan. Ugh why is she torturing me, I thought.

“Good morning Eva! Please come in.” I said, casually. It was hard for me to hide my emotions from her. She was grinning. I couldn’t help but smile. She had a mischievous look on her face.

“Hi M! Am I the only one from Mrs. G’s class that needs to make up a test?” she said, looking around as she approached me. I both loved and hated how she would refer to me by my first name.

“Mrs. G was expecting a few more students to show up. Are you excited to be done with your Senior year and high school in general?” I try and act natural but don’t know what to say. Normally our conversations consisted of personal topics but it was in a public setting and with her graduation pending, we didn’t really know how to act around each other. Instead of answering, she hugged me. Eva had the best hugs ever. Her embraces were meaningful and intimate. I hugged her back holding her close thinking how much I will miss her, until I could feel my private parts start to awaken with lust. I think she felt it too. Immediately, I chose to end the moment and awkwardly moved away trying to hide my inappropriate bulge. She giggled and turned to sit down.

“Duh! Of course I’m excited to be done! I can’t wait to graduate and start college.” She says enthusiastically. Eva will be attending a prestigious university in the east coast in the fall. While I am excited for her, I can’t help but feel selfish in wanting her to stay forever.

I had arranged the chairs in a certain way but in true Eva fashion, she picks one and moves it over right in front of my desk. I begin to object when Eva knowingly bent over her desk to pull out her pencil and an eraser. The first thing I notice is her lovely hands and wrist. She always managed to keep her skin olive bronze color even in the winter. But I quickly notice her cotton skirt has purposefully risen on her waist to the point where her butt was slightly exposed. It was enough for me to see gorgeous round ass. Eva played soccer and lacrosse so she had an athletic build and a stunning body. As I am taken-back by the scene, I become aware of the small lady parts covered by her teal thong. It was almost too much to witness. It was incredible how her lips bulged out. How was that tiny thong holding that delicious mound in place? And do I detect the faintest hint of a wet spot forming in the center of her thong? I can do nothing other than gawk. I manage to shift noticeable in my chair which creaks loudly. Eva laughs. “Oh my god, at least try to conceal the fact that you’re staring, perv.”

I looked away immediately. I was ashamed and frustrated that she had that kind of control over me and the situation. I could feel my face flush with heat along with my throbbing member who was aching to be released. Nevertheless, I looked up again hoping to see the wonderful sight of her forbidden regions.

“I thought you had a test to take unless of course you want to come back next year.” I said quickly. I thought I was being cute but my comment didn’t have the desired effect.  She promptly adjusted herself and the moment was over. I try to recover but I had nothing to say at the moment. Eva began writing rigorously while I tried to comprehend want just happened.

After an hour, Eva looked like she was wrapping up her test. She flipped through the pages of her test, quickly reviewing her answers then she stood up. I looked up not knowing how to react. A part of me wanted to make a bold move but it was bad enough we were pushing the boundaries. I had to remind myself that my purpose as a teacher was to help mold minds, cultivate a safe environment for learning. I smiled as Eva approached my desk. She was smiling too.

“All done?” I tried hiding my disappointment.

“Yup! You can check but I’m pretty sure I aced this test.” she said coolly. She knows I can’t read French. She’s toying with me. How is she so calm right now? I can barely contain myself right now. I’m about to get up but I notice that my throbbing member is still fully erect and leaking. Thank goodness I wore my dark blue slacks. I take her test and look over it.

“Hmm, B/B+ at best. Are you sure you’re happy with what you wrote? I see a few errors.” I said, jokingly. I’m stalling. I don’t want her to leave but I don’t know what to say to make her stay. Nevertheless, she laughs her loud and rich laugh that I’ve grown to love.

“Oh please! If you want to see me bend over again, all you have to do is ask.” She said, laughing hysterically. Ugh she did it again. I’m blushing once more. An awkward silence starts to form and once again, I don’t know what to say even though my mind is racing. She shifts uncomfortably.

“Ok well M, as much as I loved to stand here uncomfortably while your class comes in for their final, I need to get going. I need to get my cap and gown. Come and give me a hug…please.” That’s it? After 3 years, that’s all that she has to say? Of course it isn’t but this isn’t the place or time to have our ‘good bye’ moment. I look up at her, terrified. I’m partially concerned about saying one of our final farewells but I am mainly worried about my painfully swelling lump in my pants. I decided to drop the act and talk to her, frankly.

“Dammit Eva, after your brief strip tease, I’ve got this huge boner that won’t go away!” I interject. She lets out a laugh that could be heard down the hall. She covers her mouth as he stifles her laugh and blushes.

“Oh geez, it’s not like it hasn’t happened before. Come on. Quickly, before anyone sees.” she said in a knowing voice. As I tentatively get up, she makes her way around to where I sit. I brace myself for her sly comments but instead she hugs me close. I tried to maneuver my body so that she doesn’t feel my knob but she presses her body close to where we’re touching completely. My heart starts racing and I try to act calm but I’m a mess. I can feel that Eva is tense too. Her breathing was interrupted as if she was trying to fight back tears. I give in and let my true feeling take over. I bring her in even closer and press my full body to hers, whispering in her ear, “Thank you for being the wonderful light in my life here. I will truly miss you. Best of luck in college. You deserve wonderful things in life.” It was cheesey but I didn’t know what else to say. Eva started to sob lightly and I began to tear up as well. There was no way to summarize the up’s and down’s we endured the last 3 years. It was difficult to say good bye. Just then, Eva started to chuckle.

“Oh my god, you really are HARD!” She laughs, breaking the tension. She quickly wipes the tears away and turns to leave. I grabbed her arm and pull her in for one last hug. Just then, she pressed the front of her woman parts to my knob and gave it a meaningful but gentle thrust. I swear, I blacked out for a second. It was almost too much. I gasp uncontrollably. Eva giggled and turned around so her back was facing me.

“Grab it.” She said. What? I thought to myself. “Grab it, now!” she said more urgently this time. At any minute my students could be walking into my classroom. I reach under her skirt and lightly squeezed her left cheek. It was heavenly. Her ass was luscious and firm yet soft. I was convinced I had exploded in my pants. She giggled again, shook her butt and just like that, she moved away and the moment was over. As she collected her things, students were making their way down the hall. I could make out a few voices: Alexandra and Lisa, my other sc’s. Eva was turning to leave when she said, “I’ll see you in a few days at my graduation and you better show up to my grad party afterwards!” Before I had the chance to replied, my students start walking in. Their chatter sounded much like the buzzing of bees and in the confusion, Eva was gone.

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