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daydream-cement · 2 years ago

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i absolutely love ur fanfic, they r just so good, please never stop writing them! ♥️ i have a little request if you could possibly write a oneshot where larissa and fern have a serious argument in fern’s classroom. and then the next day she gets called to larissa’s office where larissa attempts to apologise but fern is still unhappy/mad and wants to be alone. then another argument occurs within the office but as fern states something that really pushes larissa over the edge, larissa can’t help but get closer to her to show who has more ‘control’ but u can guess where i think this could go. 😭 maybe larissa looks fern in the eyes and warns her but then this is where they just can’t ‘let go’ of each other. thank u smmm and honestly, i love ur work so much!!

Over the Edge

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Sorry if you wanted smut anon. I love this prompt, but ya smutty author isn't feelin' too smutty rn so you get fluff? or is it healthy communication? or is it neither? maybe just fighting? who knows? NSFW at end.

"Excuse me? Would you like to teach my class instead?" You glare at Larissa as you try to keep your angered breathing under control. Larissa had just stated that she found your teaching methods unruly and ineffective. You knew for a fact that many of your students were now finding interest in plant sciences when they previously found it a droll subject.

Larissa's jaw was clenched as she picked her next words carefully, so you continued talking before she could stop you, "I think I have a perfectly fine grip on my classroom. Thank you!"

"Two students were nearly eaten by a carnivorous plant today!" Larissa shouted back in response.

"Oh, please. They were fine! Even if they were eaten, the decop process takes hours." That was not the correct answer, but you could care less. You were dedicated to winning this argument.

"Honestly, Fern!"

"Honestly, Larissa!" You were acting so childish and you knew it. She just made you so angry sometimes. Larissa's hands were on her hips as she stared down at you. By her heavy breathing, you knew that she could have killed you on the spot for acting like one of the students.

"I'm not talking to you about this anymore."

"Great. Didn't want to talk about it with you anyway!" You shout as she walks out of the greenhouse.

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That night you stayed with Rowan, not wanting to go back and continue the fight with Larissa. You couldn't sleep, however. You were absolutely fuming. How dare she speak to you that way? Just because she is your boss doesn't mean she knows how to run your classroom.

After an hour or so of you complaining about Larissa's controlling nature, Rowan told you to call your mother or talk to someone else about it. Repeating multiple times that both of you were being hurtful and ridiculous.

It was late in the afternoon the next day when you received a call to your classroom phone that your presence was requested in Larissa's office. There was a large portion of you that wanted to not show up, just to stir the pot and piss her off more. You decided to listen to the angel on your shoulder rather than the devil and you headed up to her office.

She was waiting for you, seated on the front of her desk with her arms folded over her chest, "Dr. Rogers."

You roll your eyes as you close the door, annoyed by her fake formality. You turn on your heels and offer her the same in return, "Principal Weems."

You see her jaw shift back and forth as she tried to read you. Her next words shocked you, "I'm sorry, Fern. Last night, I said some really hurtful things an-"

You didn't want to hear it. You still wanted to fight an you still wanted to be angry, "Yes, you called me ineffective and naïve. You insulted my teaching style when I am a damn good teacher."

"That's not what I meant and you know that." Larissa spat back. If you wanted to yell and get angry, she could certainly match your energy. You begin walking towards her, the anger rising in you.

"Do tell what you really meant, Principal Weems. I'd love to hear your perspective on managing a classroom of various outcast children. Oh, wait. You only have three years classroom experience from 15 years ago! What would you know?" You wanted to shove the words back in your mouth as soon as you said them. That was crossing the line and you knew it.

"You little..." Larissa moves off her desk and stands over you. You sometimes forget that she is over a foot taller than you. Her breath is ragged and her hands rested on her hips. You could tell that she was struggling to find the words, "Watch it."

"What are you going to do?" Again you wondered why you couldn't just keep your mouth shut.

"You are driving me absolutely mad." Her tone was different. She was making you nervous. Larissa's looming presence was unrelenting and your mind began to wander. Her dominating presence and heaving chest was reminding you of all the unspeakable things she could do to you. Her hand came up to your throat and you felt yourself involuntarily lean into her grasp, "I simply don't know where you get the audacity to speak to me like that."

You lick your lips, searching for the right words. Was it time to apologize? You felt you anger lower from a boil to a simmer, but you were having trouble reading Larissa.

"Fern Rogers. I swear... Never in my life have I had a teacher speak to me like this before." The grip on your throat tightened and she used her thumb to raise you chin so you would be forced to look at her. You felt like a deer in the headlights. It was similar to the nervousness you felt when you first started seeing each other.

The words spill from your mouth, "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"Larissa, I'm sorry. I just got so mad and then I said some things that weren't right. I just-"

"Fern..."

"I know. It wasn't right for me to say you are inexperienced. You are a deeply talented educator and I-"

"Fern..."

"Let me finish, I just think-"

"Fern, I need you to be quiet because I'm going to kiss you now."

You cock your head, face filled with confusion as Larissa's lips crash against yours. Her hand moves away from your neck so it can cup your face. She was the one to deepen the kiss, her arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

When she pulled away, your lips chased hers, seeking more. Larissa's voice was sickly sweet, "We are going home where I can fuck your brains out and we are never going to speak to one another like this again."

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secretobsessionstuff · 3 years ago

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52. "You're wound too tight. Just try to relax." - for either Riley or Madix, your choice 🖤

Flick, you must have sent this three months ago and I am so sorry. But it has arrived lol! Prompt is from THIS lovely list.

Everyone will have to excuse the inaccurate representation of graduate exams because I needed to make it fit with the fic.

CW: Alcohol, drunkenness, graphic description of vomiting,

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“Madix, please let me have my phone,” Riley whined as he followed his boyfriend into the bar. They were also joined by Alexi and Micah who groaned at hearing the same plea for the tenth time. Madix wore an easy smile on his face but that was because his phone wasn’t being held hostage.

“Are you going to keep checking if your score is released?” Madix asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.

Riley looked down at his feet. “Perhaps.”

“Oh well then perhaps…no.” Madix replied. He walked backwards, if only to make sure that Riley saw the playful grin on his face. Riley’s face on the other hand bore no such expression. His brow was pinched with worry and his lip was the victim of constant abuse by his teeth. His fingernails saw a very similar type of violence, especially his thumbnail that was chewed down to the quick. Madix grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his mouth. “You're wound too tight. Just try to relax.”

“I’d be a lot more relaxed if you would let me check my phone.”

“Ry, the test is over. There’s nothing you can do about it now. I brought you here to take your mind of it.”

“What if I failed?” Riley asked, picturing all the questions that he was unsure about it. That was always the worst part about finishing a test: going over the questions a million times in your head until you’ve convinced yourself that everything is wrong. Riley was the king at doing just that. Can you blame him? This was the entrance exam to determine if he’d be admitted into his PhD programme. His future was riding on the results on this test. Riley hated the future; why did it never take a break from coming?

Madix grabbed his boyfriend’s face in his hands. “You didn’t fail. I know you didn’t it. Now, why don’t you get yourself a drink. Look, Micah’s already ordering.”

Riley exhaled deeply. He wasn’t going to win this one. “Fine. Do you want anything?”

“No, I’m driving you lot back, so go ahead and drink your worries away.”

• • •

Riley was drinking but his worries weren’t going away. The vodka and coke that he ordered was half-empty, just like his mentality. He swivelled on the bar stool to turn and face Micah who was drinking a very vibrant beverage.

“What did you get?” he asked, not really caring about the answer but wanting to start a conversation.

Micah licked the red from his lips. “Strawberry Daiquiri.”

“That’s nice. Did I tell you that most people lose marks on the neuroscience section because—”

“No, no we’re not talking about that,” Micah said quickly. He spotted Riley’s knee bouncing from where it rested on the bar stool. He appeared to be vibrating in his seat. Also, he wouldn’t stop twisting the chair around. “Dude, you need to chill out.”

“How?” Riley bit the skin on his thumb until he tasted blood. He looked down at his drink, thinking perhaps it would do with a little less coke. “Nevermind, I think I know.”

• • •

There was no more coke in sight. Only clear liquid in shot glasses. Riley downed the vodka, grimacing when the shots left bullet holes in his stomach. He didn’t care.

He didn’t care about anything. For the first time that night, he finally didn’t have care in his head.

“So, you’re a murderer? he asked Micah, much too loudly. The thought of sitting next to his serial killer cousin was apparently amusing because he laughed.

Micah giggled along with him. “No, no I only write about murder.”

“But how do you know so much about blood splatter and body decop-decomp…position?”

Micah shrugged. “I don’t know. Google, I guess.”

Riley nodded thoughtfully. Google. He let that word echo in his head until it no longer made any sense. They both fell silent for a second, looking off at nothing. Riley was unconsciously tilting to one side, but quickly straightened himself. He lifted his empty shot glass and looked to the bartender. “’nother one please.”

The bartender cocked her eyebrow at him. Riley wasn’t keeping track, but she sure was. “This is your last one,” she said, pouring the shot.

Riley pouted. His last one. He had to make this one count. He kept the glass on the bar and stared at it wistfully. As far as he was concerned, he was peering into the deepest wishing well. So far, all his wishes had come true. He closed his eyes, thinking about his last wish.

This wish was important. It held the weight of the future on its figurative back. Riley didn’t seem to care that wishes were intangible concepts or that shots were just liquid. He placed all of his hopes on the shoulders of this moment. It wasn’t entirely true about him not having a care in the world. Anxieties and worries lingered at the back of his mind. Multiple choice numbers floated in his subconscious, and a few of those questions surfaced to the top of his thoughts.

Riley made his wish and downed the shot.

He felt this shot like a tiny wound in his stomach. Or maybe it landed like a penny at the bottom of a fountain. Either way, his belly felt the weight. He hiccupped and put his fist up to his mouth just as Madix came over to the bar.

Madix looked back and forth at Micah and Riley with a smirk. Neither boy could sit up straight or keep a straight face. If Madix were as drunk as his boyfriend, he probably would have laughed at the idea that anything about them could be straight.

“How you guys doing?” he asked, placing a hand on Riley’s shoulder. “You certainly seem more relaxed.”

Riley melted at the sight of his boyfriend. His Madix. This boy belonged to him. It was his most prized possession. Drunk Riley didn’t fully appreciate the concept of autonomy. He grabbed Madix’s other hand and pulled him closer. “Where have you been? I missed you.”

Madix smiled at the idea of being missed while he sat a few feet away. “I missed you too. Alexi and I have been talking to some people at the table next to us. Do you guys want to join?”

Riley frowned for no particular reason. Perhaps he was trying to remember how to politely decline the offer of social interaction. Even while drunk, Riley wasn’t fond of the idea of talking to strangers. “No, Micah and I are having fun talking.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

“But the bartender won’t give us more drinks.”

“Is that so?” Madix said, wondering just how much his boyfriend managed to drink in such a short time. “Perhaps we should have done this with more food in our bellies. How are you feeling?”

Riley didn’t try to stop himself from falling forward into Madix’s chest. He was suddenly very sleepy and a little regretful of that last shot. He burped, still with his face smooshed into Madix’s shirt. “I’m fine.”

“Really?” Madix said, lifting Riley up by the shoulders to look at his face better. His cheeks were flushed red. He also seemed to be swallowing excessively. “Maybe a little queasy?”

“Maybe a little.”

“How about we get some fresh air.” Madix looked over at Micah who appeared to be a bit more composed. “Micah, are you coming?”

“No,” Micah replied, standing up from the stool. “I’m gonna sit with Alexi.”

Madix was about to say something in return, but Riley’s hiccupping distracted him.

The boy grimaced, “Madix, my head feels funny.”

“That’s why we’re going outside. Ready?” Madix said before helping his boyfriend off the stool.

Riley stumbled a little before using Madix’s shirt to catch him. He reeled back, blinking rapidly. The standing world felt much different than the sitting world. He didn’t like it as much. “Whoa…I don’t…feel good.”

“Are you going to be sick?” Madix asked with a tight hold on his boyfriend.

“No.” And then Riley promptly threw up at Madix’s feet. It came up so suddenly and effortlessly that he barely had time to realize what he’d done. But he did realize it as he stared at a pathetic puddle of sick on his boyfriend’s shoes. “Oops,” was all he could say before gagging and slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Oh jeez, come on,” Madix said as he dragged Riley out of the bar.

It smelt like smoke outside as Madix and Riley emerged from the doors. They barely made it a few steps before Riley heaved up a much bigger flood of vomit. This time it landed only on the pavement.

Riley bent forward, putting his hands on his knees. He felt the sting of alcohol as it rushed up his throat. It splattered in between his feet in a mostly clear stream. Eventually, it turned darker as he belched up coke and whatever else was in deep in his belly.

“Here we go,” Madix said, patting Riley’s back. “You’re okay.”

Was Riley okay? He didn’t feel okay. He felt the sky surrounding him on all sides, like he was tumbling up against gravity. His stomach squeezed itself, sending up another wave of spiked sick. To onlookers, he appeared to be dancing around, but he was really just trying to stop himself from falling over. Truthfully, Madix deserved most of the credit for keeping him upright.

“Ugh, Madix,” Riley moaned with his head in his hands. “It’s spinning. It’s all spinning, make it stop.”

“I wish I could, love,” Madix said, tossing his coin into the wishing well. Unfortunately, that well water was now splattered across the sidewalk.

Riley coughed harshly which triggered another burp that brought with it a final surge of puke. God, how it burned his nose and made his eyes water. He straightened up while sniffling like crazy.

Madix’s peered at him, waiting to see if there would be another round. When Riley’s stomach seemed to settle down, he grabbed his boyfriend’s arm. “Are you with me, babe?”

Riley closed his eyes, feeling himself sway in Madix’s grip. “That was horrible. Why did you let me do that?”

Madix chuckled. “I told you to drink your worries away, not banish them to the underworld with fifty shots of vodka.”

Riley moaned. He was quickly approaching the realm of regret and self-hatred. “God, my stomach. I feel horrible.”

“I know something that will make you feel better,” Madix said while leading his boyfriend back into the bar. They had their fun, but now it was time to get Alexi and Micah, and go home.

“What?”

Madix couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his face, even when his boyfriend looked this miserable. Well, he wouldn’t be miserable for long. “I checked your score an hour ago. You passed.”

Riley could only sigh. The tension dropped from his shoulders and his jaw. He felt ten times lighter, no thanks to the copious of vomit he just brought up.

The look of relief on Riley’s face was all Madix wanted to see. Sadly, he could still see the look of someone who was nauseous and tired. “I’m proud of you. And I’m pretty sure you won’t be thinking about your score tomorrow.”

#emeto #emetophilia #emetophile #emetophiliac #sickfic #drunk sick #my ocs #Riley #Madix #Micah #Alexi #vomiting #nausea #drunk #vomit kink

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