#Eve Fletcher

[lonely-night]

Happiest Season 2.0: Agathario Riley/Eve

Riley returned to her hometown for Christmas and she met Eve who's visiting the small town that she randomly picked on map. After bumping to each other a few times, Riley suggested to take Eve to a gay bar to see a drag performance.

[byulyi]

[aenslem]

KATHRYN HAHN Mrs. Fletcher (2019)

[ariascoven]

⟡ AFTER MIDNIGHT

PAIRING : eve fletcher x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : reader referred to as a girl. legal age gap. petnames (honey, baby, sweetheart & doll). public display of affection. public restroom. oral (eve receiving). fingering (reader receiving). little bit of praising. biting. mommy kink.

WORD COUNT : 3.1k

MY MASTERLIST

As soon as you step inside the bar, you immediately regret the entirety of your life choices. The smell of alcohol, the screaming, the music blaring — it was all too much for you. But you promised your friends from your literature class that you would come. With a deep regretful sigh, you make your way towards the bar, heels clicking against the floor rhythmically. “Hey, can I get a vodka, please?” You ask the bartender, the loudness forcing you to speak louder than you're used to and making you wince at the sound of your own voice. The guy nods, turning around to make your drink. You sigh once more, looking around and taking notice of the way everyone was having fun except you. You just hate going out. You look down at yourself, judging the outfit you picked for the night; a short, navy blue dress that was glued to your body, showcasing all of your curves — or the lack of, accompanied by a pair of black heels. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to hide from others’ prying gazes, even though you're sure no one was looking your way. That is, until you notice her, Eve Fletcher, the middle aged woman with whom you share your class with. She smiles, looking as beautiful as ever. She's sitting on a round table with the other students and the teacher, her hand waving around in a silent request for you to join them. You take your drink from the barista, muttering your thanks before slowly making your way to the table, dragging your feet across the bar and wishing you could go back home.

“Hey, honey!” Eve greets warmly, standing up to give you a quick hug. You smile, rubbing her back affectionately and muttering a quiet ‘hi’. “Here, sit with us. Wow, you look amazing in that dress!” The sound of her voice seems to calm your nerves down as you sit on the chair right beside hers, subtly moving it to get even closer. You greet the others, nervousness washing over you — they've never seen you like this, only wearing oversized clothing to class and putting your hair up if you were lucky enough. You hug yourself, using the excuse that the air was getting cold. “Oh, baby, you didn't bring a jacket with you? Here, take mine, I'm not cold.” Eve’s voice takes a motherly tone as she throws her jacket over your shoulders and rubs your arms before pulling back and taking a sip from her own drink. She then notices the glass in your hand, nodding towards it. “Vodka?” You nod. “Tequila.” She says, swirling her cup around. The others talk and laugh together, but all you can do is focus on the couples dancing together on the dance floor.

You've been feeling terribly lonely lately, the realization that you've never had a relationship before hitting you like a truck. You're 20, for God’s sake! Of course you know that you're still young, but watching everyone around you experiencing love while you're sitting on the bench, just waiting for your turn… it gets tiring at a certain point. You let out a small sigh that feels like the 100th one that night, resting your cheek on your hand. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even realize Curtis and Margo had left the table and joined the dance floor as well. Eve studies you intently, but before she can say anything, Julian snatches her to dance and you're left all alone, sadly sipping on your vodka. You smile, watching Eve dancing around happily. Julian is clearly flirting with her, does she know that? Maybe she does, maybe she's flirting back. You frown. Is she? The young man leans in to whisper something in her ear before disappearing in the crowd, probably going to the bathroom or to get a drink.

Then your heart takes a leap inside your chest when the older woman turns to look at you, eyes searching yours. She smiles, waving her hand and beckoning you closer. Awkwardly, you march through the crowded space. “Is something wrong, honey?” Her angelic voice fills your ears, giving you butterflies. You wave a dismissive hand, shaking your head. “Nah, nothing wrong. Just… you know. Life. Or, not-life.” Eve gives you an understanding smile, giggling. She steps closer to you, arms reaching out to wrap around your neck. Your tongue flicks out to wet your suddenly dry lips, hands instinctively gripping her waist. It felt like heaven, your bodies moving together in the rhythm of whatever song was playing in the crowded bar, whatever, you didn't recognize it. But Eve did. Her eyes are closed as she hums along, the dim lighting of the room making you wonder if she was actually real — you've met lots of beautiful women before, but Eve was just out of this world. A tentative hand reaches to touch her cheek, cupping it tenderly. Her eyes snap open in surprise at the touch, but she quickly melts and leans into it. Your last brain cells are arguing inside your head, one yelling at you to kiss her, the other yelling the exact opposite. But before you can make up your mind, she turns around, pressing her back against your chest. Your heart races at the sudden change, the hand previously on her cheek now awkwardly resting on her waist.

You quickly warm up to the position, your hands gripping her waist with more confidence, slowly sliding down to her hips. She seems to like that, head leaning back to rest on your shoulder while her hand moves to the back of your neck. Your cheeks brush against each other, your eyes closed as you sway together, hips moving together in a sensual dance. The scent of the older woman mixed with the intimacy of the moment is driving you mad with arousal. Your head dips down to nuzzle her neck, inhaling deeply before placing a tender kiss on the soft skin. She makes a noise that sounds a bit too much like a moan, a spark of hope igniting inside of you. You repeat the gesture, causing her head to tilt to the side, giving you further access. You grin against her, peppering the sensitive skin with kisses and small nips. Feeling emboldened by Eve’s quickening heartbeat, your tongue darts out to taste her. She groans lowly, her hand squeezing the back of your neck slightly. Nibbling on her earlobe, a sneaky hand slides up to grope her breast. She gasps, turning her head to look at you with wide eyes. “What are you doing?” She whispers with urgency, but doesn't make any effort to move away from you.

“Living a little. What are you doing?” You have no idea where that came from — the confidence. You're usually a really shy girl, in fact, you're barely able to talk to the middle aged woman during class, preferring to just sit back and admire her from afar. But as you feel her body pressing against yours, you wish you would've done it sooner. Her gaze sends a jolt straight to your throbbing core. She bites her lower lip and the sight is too much. You lean down, kissing her fiercely. She groans against your mouth, spinning around in your arms and pulling you closer, hands tangling in your hair. She bites your lower lip, the action eliciting a hiss from you. You break the kiss, both of you panting. “I always wanted to do that.” She confessed, her low voice turning your brain into mush.

Decidedly, you grab her hand and drag her to the female restroom in a hurry, as if the world is ending. Eve laughs and apologizes to the people you bump into, your mind too focused on getting to the destination to even realize. As you get inside, neither of you notice how filthy the place is as you hurriedly push Eve inside one of the stalls, locking the door and pushing her against it. She grins when you press your body against hers, a low chuckle escaping her lips. “Didn't know you were that bold, doll.” The endearment and the way she says it sends a shiver down your spine. Your lips move to silence her in a fiery kiss, your tongue slipping inside her mouth. Your leg finds its way between hers, pressing up against her. A smirk splatters across your face when you feel her hips grinding down against you, a needy whimper slipping past her red lipstick lips, now puffy from the intensity of your kisses.

You allow her to find her own pace, focusing on the sensitive skin of her neck as you lean down to lick and bite, your teeth grazing against her deliciously. You could stay like that for hours, the taste of her was like a drug, and you were addicted. Your hands knead the older woman’s breasts over her black dress, causing her to moan at the touch, eyes fluttering close while she throws her head back against the cold door. Her hips quicken their pace, grinding almost desperately. You feel your own pussy throbbing when she opens her eyes, looking at you with nothing but pure lust. “Get on your knees.” You could cum just from the demanding tone in her voice, sinking to your knees ridiculously fast and wincing at the bruise that will definitely appear. You have to push the thoughts of how disgusting that public bathroom floor is aside and focus on the woman staring down at you, a side grin that gives you goosebumps playing on her lips. Her hands grip the hem of her dress, hiking the fabric up around her hips. Your mouth waters at the sight, your own hands reaching to grip her thighs. You look up as if asking for permission and she nods, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Your eyes flutter and you lean closer, licking a thick stripe up the fabric of her damp underwear. The action elicits a deep groan from her, her hips bucking instinctively while she tugs at your hair, pulling harshly. A pathetic whine falls from your lips, trembling hands moving to slide her panties down her legs. She breathes out as the cold air hits her most intimate parts, rolling her hips against nothing. “Fuck.” She hisses when you finally touch her, licking her folds and kissing her clit gently, almost teaing. Your fingers leave red marks on her thighs, where you squeeze hard, kneading her flesh. She rides your face, body undulating as you explore every inch of her. You can feel the wetness dripping down your own thighs, face flushing at how embarrassingly needy you've gotten just from eating her out. Your tongue circles her clit slowly before taking it inside your mouth and sucking hard. You look up just in time to see her eyes rolling into the back of her head, hand moving to cover her own mouth and muffle the noises threatening to spill out. You fight the urge to pinch yourself, to make sure this is real life and not another wet dream. Eve seems to read your mind, pulling your head back to look up harshly, hurting your sensitive scalp. “Look at me while you eat my cunt.”

That's the best thing she could ever ask from you, you think. You feel small under her piercing and condescending gaze, eyes locked onto hers. You slow down, your tongue giving small kitten licks. You do it on purpose, knowing the older woman is growing impatient as she glares daggers down at you. Plunging your tongue inside her without a warning, you take her by surprise. And just like that, her resolve crumbles, eyes snapping shut and knees going weak as she holds herself up by gripping the walls. She lets out a loud, almost pornographic moan that only serves to make you wetter, your underwear clinging uncomfortably to your skin. You whimper around her, fucking her with your tongue as fast as you can, eyes never looking away from the blissful expression on her face. Her inner walls flutter and clench around you, encouraging you to move even faster. When her body starts trembling, you know she's close. You watch with lustful eyes as her moans become nothing but high pitched nonsense. Her words are slurred out, and the only thing you're able to make out is, “Keep going, baby, I'm so close.”

“Shit!” She cries out, cumming hard around your tongue. It makes you whine, your eyes rolling back at the sweetest taste you've ever felt in your mouth. You slow down your ministrations, but don't stop until Eve is panting and gasping, sweat covering her forehead and dripping down her face. “Jesus… fucking Christ.” She breathes out, looking down at you with a side smirk. You pull back, wiping the remains of her arousal off your face with the back of your hand and standing up, locking your lips together in a gentle kiss. She hums, arms wrapping around your neck lazily, the closeness between your bodies causing you to feel just how much she is shaking and her heart is racing. “Mmm, now we need to take care of you, don't you think, honey?” She speaks against your lips, raising a brow suggestively. You nod eagerly, squeezing her ass. She groans then chuckles, fixing her dress as you slide her panties back up. “Let's go to my place, doll.” She whispers against your ear, then nips your earlobe playfully.

Back at Eve’s house, your brain barely registers where you are when she pushes you down onto her bed, a yelp escaping from your lips. She crawls on top of you and buries her face in your neck, biting down harshly. “Please…” You cry out, body arching up against her, wide eyes pleading for her to take you. When her hands grip the hem of your dress, you expect her to hike it around your waist, but instead she pulls it over your head and gets rid of your underwear in the blink of an eye. Your brain stops working when she attaches her lips to your nipple while twisting the other between her long fingers, and you can't wait to have them inside of you. She looks up at you and the sinful sight drives you crazy with desire, barely able to form any coherent thoughts. You wanted this for so long, ever since she walked inside that small classroom looking like a goddess, but never did anything about it, being too shy and untrusting of your flirting skills — spoiler alert, you had none. After giving both of your breasts the exact same attention, leaving both of your peaks hardened under her touches, she kisses her way down your body.

All you can do is whine, knuckles turning white as your fingers grip the sheets as if your life depends on it. Her hands work to pull your legs apart, allowing her to bury her face between them. Your quiet whines turn into loud moans as she devours your pussy as if it's her last meal, groaning at the taste. Your hips buck upwards on their own accord, seeking her mouth. Wet noises and moans fill the otherwise quiet room and you thank God for the fact that Eve lives in a house and not in an apartment, that way you don't have to worry about neighbors hearing the noises of your pleasure. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to keep quiet; Eve’s tongue is too good. Without thinking, you mutter. “Mommy…” The word causes both of you to pause. Your body tenses, your eyes wide with pure horror. However, Eve grins wickedly. “What did you just call me, honey?” She purrs, her chin and nose drenched in your juices. When she notices you're too embarrassed to respond, she speaks up again. “Such a dirty girl, calling me mommy. I think I like that.” Relief washes over you at her words, moaning when her fingers slide down your slit and collecting your arousal. She sucks her own fingers, humming in approval. “All this for me. You've dreamed about this, haven't you?” She nagged, crawling up your body, her nose now brushing against yours. You nod in embarrassment, cheeks covered in a pink color.

Your mouth drops open in a silent moan when she cups your pussy, rubbing her palm against your clit lazily. “Wanna call me that again, sweetheart?” She coos, her voice honeyed. It makes you dizzy, all of it — the tone of her voice, the way she looks at you, her fingers caressing your soaked folds. “Mommy.” You utter quietly. She kisses you tenderly, finally slipping two digits inside your cunt and making you moan around her. Her fingers are easily welcomed into you due to how wet you are, curling to hit the spot that makes you see stars. “Mine.” She whispers in between wet, sloppy kisses. “My pretty girl, all mine.” Her voice takes a possessive tone as she pulls back to look down at you hungrily, biting her lower lip in the way that drives you insane. A third finger joins in, causing your eyes to roll back. She moves to your breasts, alternating between them as she licks your peaks.

One of your hands let go of the sheets to wipe your chin, realizing you're drooling from the intense pleasure. A chain of cuss words leave your lips as you feel your orgasm approaching, the familiar knot in your stomach as you ride her fingers. Your breath comes in small gasps and you bring a hand to your hair, brushing the wild strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead. Her name comes out of your mouth in a loud, long moan as your body convulses beneath her. She moans, feeling your pussy clench desperately around her speedy fingers, who keeps fucking you until you're begging for her to stop. You close your eyes, mind still spinning. “What just happened?” You mutter breathlessly, eliciting a giggle from the older woman. You're panting like you just ran a marathon and her hand is covered in your cum. She forces your mouth open by squeezing your cheeks with her clean hand, the sudden act causing your eyes to snap open. Then, she shoves her fingers into your mouth. You don't complain, looking into her eyes as you suck them clean, tasting yourself. When you're done, she gently removes her fingers from your mouth and cups your face, giving you a quick kiss. “You seem tired, baby. Go to sleep, mommy will take care of you, alright?” These are the last words you hear before drifting off to the best post-fuck sleep you've ever had.

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[sasheemo]

god is a woman and her name is Kathryn Hahn

[rosalie-starfall]

Eve Fletcher

Mrs. Fletcher - Invisible Fence

[fuckedupforkhahn]

Oh mommy Kathryn, the fucking delicious woman you are

[riosblackheart]

I just started watching Mrs fletcher.... Guys I'm so gay.

[sceptiseptic]

"Who of your past characters do you think would be a good friend for Eve Fletcher?"

From BUILD series on yt

[marril96]

Mrs. Fletcher 1.02 | Free Sample made for @fruityhahn

[kathrynmhahn]

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[melagnes]

Classroom Distraction

Synopsis: As your bond with Eve deepened and her affection for you grew stronger, she found herself inspired by her fantasies to test the waters with you. That is how you got here, Eve fucking you in class…

Pairing: Eve Fletcher x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: smut

You and Eve crossed paths in a creative writing class at your local community college, where you had both bonded over a shared passion: storytelling. As the weeks progressed, it became evident that there was a special chemistry between the two of you.

Your weekly routine included meeting before class to grab coffee on campus, a ritual that Eve looked forward to as the highlight of her week.

"Hey Eve," you greeted her, a hint of a blush gracing your cheeks as you approached with coffee in hand.

"Hey," Eve replied, her smile radiant and her eyes alight with excitement as she returned your greeting.

Finding your usual spot in the café, surrounded by the hum of conversation and the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee, you couldn't help but steal glances at Eve. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she spoke about her latest writing endeavours—all of her captivated you.

"So, how was your week?" you inquired, trying to keep your gaze from lingering too long on her.

Eve let out a sigh, a touch of weariness in her voice. "Oh, the usual chaos. But meeting up with you makes it all worthwhile."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at her words, knowing that your time together meant just as much to her as it did to you.

"Yeah, same here," you admitted, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with her.

It was during these moments of shared conversation and laughter that your feelings for each other began to deepen. Yet, despite the mutual attraction, hesitations lingered. Eve was hesitant to pursue a romantic relationship with someone younger and you were afraid that you were too young for her, that Eve would never go for someone like you.

Unbeknownst to you, Eve had harboured secret desires for you, fantasies that had danced in her mind since the day you met. As she sat across from you, she found herself unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips, to explore your mouth and taste you. It was those kinds of fantasies that would often play out in her mind as she pleasured herself, her thoughts inextricably intertwined with memories of your meetings. It was a primal urge she couldn't deny.

But it wasn't just physical attraction that drew Eve to you. It was the way you made her feel alive, the way you ignited a fire within her that she thought had long since been extinguished since her divorce.

Today felt different though, as the night before, Eve had delved into new erotic content—specifically, scenes featuring public intimacy. She was emboldened, eager to explore uncharted territory, and there was no one she'd rather embark on this journey with than you.

After your coffee date, you and Eve went to class and settled into your seats. Promptly, Eve subtly placed her hand on your thigh, her touch sending a jolt of excitement through you. With a daring glance, she sought permission, before slowly, tantalizingly, sliding her hand into your pants, silently mouthing "Is this okay?". You nodded furiously and her fingers traced a path on your underwear, her touch causing a pleasurable ache in your core.

Her hand put pressure atop your underwear and you bit your lip attempting to suppress the moan that tried to escape your lips. You locked eyes and you nodded at her, giving her permission to continue. She slipped her hand into your underwear and you needed more. You attempted to plead with your eyes and she began to slide her fingers between your wet folds.

She was teasing you and you needed even more; she stuck in a second finger and pumped in and out while simultaneously stimulating your clit. You got an extra wave of adrenaline when you remembered you were supposed to be paying attention to class.

As your body responded to Eve's touch, your heart raced, as you tried to concentrate on the lesson being taught by your teacher, Ms. Fairchild, but your mind kept drifting to the pleasure she was causing. The wetness between your legs increased, and you couldn’t help but think about how much you wanted her to continue. You pulled your knees together, trying to conceal the evidence of your arousal.

The sensations became too much to bear, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. You reached down, subtly guiding Eve's hand to fuck you faster. With every thrust of her fingers, your body writhed in ecstasy, and you felt a wave of bliss wash over you.

Ms. Fairchild turned her gaze towards you, her voice cutting through the silence of the classroom. "And what are your thoughts on existentialism?" she asked you, her eyes expectant.

You struggle to catch your breath, feeling the weight of her question pressing down on you. "I, um..." You glanced nervously at Eve, who shot you a teasing smirk, threatening to circle your clit again with her long slender fingers. "I... believe... that existentialism..." You pause, struggling to form coherent thoughts as your breath catches in your throat. "challenges us to confront the fundamental questions... of existence... and the meaning of life," you manage to eke out, each word a battle against the constriction in your chest.

"Thank you for sharing your perspective," Ms. Fairchild responds warmly, but with concern evident on her brow.  “Are you alright?”

"Y- yeah, thanks for asking," you manage to get out, despite speaking feeling like one of the hardest tasks you could have to face with Eve’s fingers pumping in and out of you. And Eve, she just sits there with a nonchalant face, acting as if she has no idea of what she is doing to you–how she is making you feel. However, Eve thought about how wet you got for her, which got her quite worked up as well. She thought about what it would be like to taste you.

The sensations build up, and you know that you're about to reach a climax. You try to control yourself, but the pleasure is too intense. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you couldn't help but let out a gasp as your body trembled from the intense feelings you were experiencing. Eve looked at you with a mix of surprise and satisfaction, knowing that she had given you something extraordinary.

As the class begins to disperse, Ms. Fairchild offers a final smile. "Hope everyone enjoyed today's class and I’ll see you all next week," she says, collecting her belongings to leave for the evening. It’s safe to say that you thoroughly enjoyed the class.

[aenslem]

Mrs. Fletcher (2019) 1.02 ∙ Free Sample

[fakeagatha]

Mrs Fletcher | Prof!Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader | Chapter Four: Coincidence

Summary: After an awkward encounter, you accidentally run into Eve at a local cafe.

A/N: After realizing how much you all like this series I began writing the fourth chapter. Thanks for the support!

Warnings: Implied nightmares, swearing

Word Count: 1631

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Agatha All Along Community

You stirred in your sleep. The images you saw haunted you, and it felt like you were back in the bathroom where it happened.

Your eyes fly open, taking in the familiar surroundings of your university dormitory. You let out a sigh, wiping at a fresh tear that has fallen from your eye in your sleep. You couldn't go a week without having at least one night terror anymore.

Turning to look at your phone, you almost threw it across the room when you saw the time. You jumped out of bed, but quickly relaxed when you saw the day.

Saturday, 17th of January

You laid back down, wrapping yourself up in the blankets, only to be disrupted by a knock on the door. You groaned, getting up and opening it.

"Miss L/N." A familiar voice spoke. Your eyes adjusted and you panicked when you saw Eve standing in front of you. You quickly moved your hair out of your face to at least look presentable for her.

"Mrs Fletcher, what... Are you doing here?" You asked curiously, and she simply handed you a text book.

You looked at it in confusion, and your heart dropped as you saw your diary. You quickly snatched it from her.

"H-how do you have this?" You asked shakily, and she bit her lip.

"You gave it to me yesterday instead of the textbook I assume you have your assignment in..." She rubs her forehead, looking at you awkwardly. "I didn't read anything, as soon as I read the first few lines I realized what it was and I stopped." She assured, and you sighed.

You looked towards your desk, and saw your textbook she was supposed to have received. You walked over and opened it, having accidentally written your last diary entry in there instead. You ripped the page out, and handed her the book with your assignment.

"Sorry for the confusion, Mrs Fletcher, uh, thank you for respecting my privacy, too." You smiled sheepishly, and she gave you a smile, nodding as you closed the door.

"Fuck!" You whisper shouted, sitting on the end of your bed. You really dodged a bullet there. The last entry that was in your diary, was the one you wrote about your feelings about her.

You quickly flipped through, to see exactly what was written. She had apparently stopped reading after a few sentences, but even those few that she read were talking about your distraction in class because of her. You bit your knuckle as a weird habit of anxiety, and closed the book.

You recall how hungover you were and how easily you could've mistaken the two books. But, all you could really do at this point was hope she didn't read enough to realize you were talking about her.

You took a breath and recovered, and sighed in annoyance when you realized how rude you had initially acted towards her. She was kind enough to have returned it but your panic and fear had gotten the better of you. You assume that she would understand, you hoped anyway.

You contemplated messaging Steve, but you weren't sure if you wanted to share the awkward situation with anyone at that moment. You knew he would ask what she could have possibly read that would be that bad. Admittedly, it wasn't, but admiring your teacher and boasting about her like a fan girl wasn't something you were exactly proud about.

Meanwhile, Eve had just gotten back to her office to grade her students' assignments. She looked through the one you had just handed her, and smiled as she recalled your flustered and panicked expressions. The work she had given was an essay in particular, and although she would never admit it, she hated having to read twenty essays on the same subject every week. Every single one of them would use the same examples and summaries, and she was hoping that occasionally she would find one that stood out a bit more.

And she did. Every time.

She was always excited, almost relieved when she would read yours. They always stood out to her, and it was almost as if she could actually hear your  voice when she read them, unlike the rest that she felt she could hear the in same, robotic voice of repetitiveness. Whether it was the fact that you would voice your opinions without shame or way you structured your essays, she would silently smile to herself when reading them.

She marked your assignment as she finished reading, and went on to the text, sighing when she read the same opening sentence that almost everyone had already used. She was knocked out of her thoughts when her fellow professor knocked on the door frame.

She looked up to see the familiar face of Mrs Davis. "Ah, how are you, Rose?" She smiled, putting her papers to the side. The woman was only a couple years younger than her, and they were able to relate to each other which made them get along easily.

"I thought I saw your office door open. Also spending your Saturday grading?" She chuckled, and Eve nodded in response.

"I am. I feel more productive doing it here instead of at home. Maybe because I associate the papers with class?" She shrugged, looking over at the pile. Mrs Davis nodded, setting down her coffee mug on Eve's desk. 

"I'm the same. I'd rather just get it done with, and have the rest of the evening to myself." She replied, pausing. "Which reminds me actually, I came to ask if you were willing to come out with me, Carlos and Tyler for lunch this afternoon?" She offered, and Eve blinked.

"Oh, yeah, sure! Sounds good to me. Where should I meet you?" She asked, smiling up at her.

Mrs Davis checked her watch, "In about an hour from now at the cafe down the street from here?"

Eve quickly nodded, "Awesome, I'll see you then!" She waved to the woman as she exited the room.

It had been a while since Eve had gone out with her coworkers, and she was pleased to be getting out and about with them. She looked at herself through her phone's reflection, and figured she looked presentable enough already. She put her graded papers in a separate folder, and packed up her bag to go home to change.

Simultaneously you hung up the phone on Steve, "I'll see you soon, thanks again." You put your phone on the bedside table, and got up to change out of your pajamas and put on deodorant. You brushed through your knotted bed hair, grimacing at the pain when you yanked the brush sharply.

After making yourself look decent, you grabbed your phone and keys and left the room. You were starving, having woken up so late, and when Steve suggested going to eat, you didn't hesitate to agree.

You headed downstairs towards the campus, and then walked down the road to the nearby cafe you had agreed to meet at. You pushed open the door, and almost instantly walked back out when you saw Eve just sitting there. You stood outside, completely frozen. What the hell were the chances of that happening?

You bit your lip, and walked inside. You saw Steve at a table next to one of the windows, and you had to walk past her to get to him.

You took a breath and walked past Eve and her group. "Oh, hello Professors!" You greeted, looking over at Mrs Davis, Mr Rogers, Mr Butterfield and of course, Mrs Fletcher.

Eve's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sight of you, her cheeks flushing. "Good afternoon Miss L/N!" She exclaimed, and you gave her and the rest of your peers a smile. "Out for a coffee?" Eve asked, and you nodded.

"Getting something to eat with a friend, I woke up pretty late today and I was ravenous." You joked, making the older woman chuckle.

"You go and eat something then, dear." She patted your shoulder, and you quickly smiled back at her, meeting Steve at the table.

You let out a breath, looking up at him. He simply smirked, biting his lip. "Well that was a coincidence."

You looked at him suspiciously, your eyes widening, "You didn't tell me to meet you here on purpose, right?" You asked cautiously, and he shook his head.

"What? How could I have possibly known she'd be here?" He whispered, "I'm not that much of a stalker!" He said defensively, and you shrugged.

"I guess you have a point. Anyway, I have to tell you what happened this morning..."

On the table nearby, Eve was still red in the face. She didn't know why your sudden appearance affected her that much. She had mild crushes before, and whatever she felt about you would have normally passed by now. 

"So Eve, you excited about the trip?" Mr Rogers asked her, and she nodded eagerly.

"Very! I've always wanted to go to Malta." She grinned, "Speaking of which, are we getting our own rooms this year or will I be sharing with Rose again? I can't bear to hear her snoring another year." Eve groaned, making the woman next to her gasp.

"I do not snore! If anything, you kept me awake the whole time with your farts!" She retaliated, and Eve's mouth flew open. "I bet you didn't know they wake you up, either."

"I don't fart in my sleep, therefore I don't wake up because of them. You're such a liar!" Eve argued back jokingly, as the two women continued bickering, making the two guys look at each other awkwardly.

The rest of the afternoon went by smoothly. The food you ordered tasted heavenly, and you did your best to pay attention to Steve's Minecraft rant but your eyes kept darting towards Eve. You had never felt this way about someone since your last relationship, so it was difficult to accept your new crush. Maybe, it will all go away soon.

[hecksilver]

It's ‘Agatha All Along’ but...

...The plot of Mrs. Fletcher.

"Agatha Harkness is a single mom that feels at lost after her son, Nick, moves to college. Amidst a journey of self discovery, she joins a Gender Studies group full of eccentric women, takes a wild interested in adult videos, specially those with no men in sight, and may or may not start developing feelings for Rio - her studies group youngest (and unhinged) colleague."

[rosalie-starfall]

Mrs. Fletcher

Parents' Weekend