#i really didn't expect thornhill to be laurel

[cheerfullycatholic]

Accurate depiction of me explaining the ending of Wednesday to my brother

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

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Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Adult themes, smut.

Word Count: 3,355

Summary: You are a hiker spending a few days in Jericho. You were sitting on a dark bar when a strange woman aproaches you.

N/A: English is not my first language, probably it's full of mistakes.

You were sitting at the counter of that dark bar. You had been walking through the forest of all day. Jericho was a nice place to spend the holidays, and to get some fresh air. The town seemed welcoming, and the idea that there was some kind of academy for people with powers intrigued you a lot, although the inhabitants didn't seem to want to talk about it.

You were very tired, but there was always time for a beer.

A woman sat next to you. You looked at her. She didn't seem like the kind of woman to frequent a place like that. She had red hair, and an innocent look. You didn't realize that you kept looking at her, and the fact that she was looking at you now too, smiling.

You looked away and took a drink from your glass. The strange woman kept looking at you. You turned to her and smiled in greeting. She nodded, greeting you back.

“I don't remember seeing you around town before,” she said, shyly. “You know, it's a small place, we all know each other here.”

“Well, I have come to spend a few days here,” you answered. “The forest is a good place to walk, although I have been warned that there is a loose bear there.

She smiled and looked down. She clearly wanted to have a conversation with you, and she was an attractive woman, so you decided to turn on your charms.

“My name is (Y/N)” You said, extending your hand towards her, who shook it gently.

“Marilyn, Marilyn Thornhill,” she replied, without her smile disappearing.

“A pleasure,” you said. “Hey, Marilyn, you don't seem like the rest of the people I've run into around here.”

She raised an eyebrow.

"I hope you’re saying it in a good way,” she said, amused.

“Of course, maybe you can tell me something about the academy on the outskirts, I've been told that there are all kinds of strange creatures there.” You lowered your tone a bit. She seemed a bit confused by your question and she slightly averted her gaze.

"You mean Nevermore?" she asked.

“Well, I guess so, the truth is that no one has wanted to talk to me about it,” you confessed, finishing your drink.

" Actually I’m working there," she said, a little unsure whether to say it or not.

"Oh, really?" you asked, slightly excited.

“I’m the botany teacher,” she replied. It didn't seem like a topic she liked to talk about, but you were very curious.

"Oh yeah, plants," you muttered, gesturing for the bartender to pour you another beer.

"Yeah, plants”, she said, taking a drink from her glass.

"Amazing." You sighed.

“But don't expect me to transform into a wolf or turn you into stone, the truth is that I'm just a normal person,” she affirmed with a slightly sad look.

"Wow, I thought you were an irresistible mermaid or something like that," you said, feigning disappointment. She laughed.

"Irresistible?" She asked surprised, moving her chair a little closer to yours.

Your cheeks turned red. You didn't know if due to alcohol or your own words. You realized the talking mess you had gotten yourself into and you were speechless. She had really made a good impression on you, but you used to hold back when you were talking to a woman.

“Well, yes… I mean…” You couldn't get the words out and you drank from your glass again. You took a too big shot of your drink, and almost choked. “Forget it.”

"So, you don't think so?" She asked you, making a childish face.

You didn't know when that conversation turned into a shameless flirtation. You didn't have anything else to do there, so that might be a good distraction.

"Well, yes, you're not bad at all, for not having powers, of course." You murmured, leaning a little towards her.

“Thanks, you’re so nice. I’m not used to hear that kind of things,” she answered. You were very close to each other. Normally these conversations didn't go off course that quickly, but you couldn't complain.

"it’s hard to believe," you whispered, getting a little closer to her ear. It was a risky move, but she didn't seem uncomfortable. She moved away from you, shyly laughing, and she stared at you, as if wanting to explore all your features.

"Tell me, (Y/N) did you come here by yourself?" She innocently asked.

“Yes, I like to travel alone, without paying attention to anyone,” you answered, moving the chair a little closer to her.

"It's dangerous to travel alone." She came dangerously close to your ear, you could feel her breath. "You never know who might be stalking you."

A chill ran through your body when she moved. Without thinking anymore, you gently brought your hand to her thigh, while you bit your lower lip.

"Maybe I like to being stalked," you whispered, looking around for any watching eyes. Your hand meanwhile slowly caressed the bare skin under her skirt.

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” she replied. Marilyn was also looking around her. Things were getting too hot in the wrong place. She gently took your hand to make you to stop your touch.

“Maybe you want to continue this conversation in a place more …Quiet,” you suggested. You weren't used to being so direct, or going so fast, but it was an interesting opportunity, and you felt the desire growing inside you.

She seemed to think about it and that made you feel a little afraid. You didn't want to push her away, but you also didn't want to appear as anxious as you really were.

"I know a very quiet place," she finally said. You couldn't help but smile.

You left the money on the bar and got up. She did the same and moved closer to you, placing a hand on your waist.

"Wait for me outside, honey," she whispered to you, planting a small kiss on the lobe of your ear.

You nodded with a suggestive smile and left the dark place.

It was cold outside, though you could hardly feel it. Your whole body burned with desire. You never liked those kinds of encounters, but there was something about that woman that made you throw your principles to the ground. It was intriguing and sexy.

She finally left the bar and walked past you, unlocking a small beetle.

“Do we have to go by car?” You asked, somehow surprised. "My room is right here," you said pointing to the building what was next to the bar.

She made a strange face and was thoughtful for a moment. You thought it was a little strange that she doubted, but you didn't make too much of it, as she blocked the car again with a sigh.

"Okay," she said, gesturing for you to guide her.

You nodded, a little confused, but determined. Fortunately there was no one in the small reception, it was already late in the night.

You reached the room in silence. You wished you had left her more clean than usual, since you were not expecting a visit.

“Come in, please,” you said making a small bow to the redhead, who smiled slightly. She seemed somehow uneasy, but she slowly entered the small room.

"It's cozy," she said, taking off the jacket she was wearing and placing it on top of a chair.

“Yes, it is.” You agreed with her.

For a moment you get blocked. You had been so convincing before, and now you looked like a newbie. Marilyn was carefully observing the place, and at one point, she turned her back on you. It was time to start doing something instead of just standing there.

You gently approached the redhead from behind, placing your hands on her waist in a gently way. She flinched a little, but she didn't move away from your touch. You raised one of your hands to her neck, slowly brushing her hair away. Trembling, you approached and lightly placed your lips on her skin. You noticed how it was a good idea as she tilted her head to give you more space, while she was making little gasps.

"Is everything to your liking, miss?" You said in her neck.

She turned abruptly and faced you.

"Not yet," she whispered against your lips, before passionately kissing you. They were careless kisses, but accurate ones.

Your hands returned to her waist, drawing her closer to you until you could feel her body burning against yours. You couldn't believe what was happening. You had just met that woman and now you were there in your room, kissing. Something similar had never happened to you, maybe that's why you were enjoying it so much.

Your kisses returned to her neck, while hers were dedicated to letting your jacket fall to the ground.

You stopped for a moment, smiling like you were two teenagers. Marilyn grabbed your wrist and guided you towards the bed, almost pulling you into. A move that did not match the impression you had of her.

"Strip," she commanded you in a dark tone. You raised your eyebrows surprised at her words. Definitely her looking and her actions didn't seem to match at all. But, despite everything, you wanted to play that game. You had never done something similar.

"How do you order things?" you asked playfully, biting your lip as you took off your shoes.

"Now," she said, with that authoritative tone, but with a certain shine in her eyes.

You didn't want to wait any longer and you obeyed, looking with desire at the redhead, who had her eyes fixed on you.

You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, button by button, in a very suggestive way, revealing your bare skin, only covered by your bra.

Marilyn moved a little closer and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand up your leg, clearly enjoying watching you take off your clothes.

"Off with the shirt, now," she ordered, whispering, squeezing your leg harder. Her words were hungry, avid with desire.

You slid the garment over your shoulders, obeying. Marilyn left your leg and went to your chest, kissing it almost desperately. You brought your hands to the clasp of your bra, and with a quick movement, she released it, falling back against the bed.

You felt a little embarrassed exposing your chest to who had been a complete stranger a while ago, and you made a lazy attempt to cover yourself with your arms.

Marilyn reacted, moving your arms out of her way.

"Now have you become a shy girl?" She asked slowly climbing on top of you, with her legs on either side of your hips.

Without giving you time to respond, she returned to your lips, gently putting her tongue into your mouth, while her hips began to move against yours. Thousands of electrical impulses ran through your body at that moment, making you moan against her lips. You noticed how her smile grew. Her hand moved to the zipper of your pants.

You gasped as you left the shame behind and ran your hands over the redhead's body, brushing them against her covered breasts.

You felt how her hand went under your pants, feeling your excitement. A hoarse moan escaped from her mouth.

"You're so wet for me…" she murmured, pulling your pants up.

It seemed unbelievable that a person who looked so adorable would be able to say such things. You could deny it, but you had to admit that it made you hotter.

Once the pants were off, she moved your underwear to the side and began to run her fingers gently through your folds, stopping at the most sensitive spot on you.

"Do you like that, honey?" she asked between gasps. You closed your eyes and nodded.

Suddenly you felt a strong grip on your jaw.

"Talk to me, honey." Her tone hardened again. You didn't feel uncomfortable at all. You liked too much feeling vulnerable in front of her. You cleared your throat and tried to say something.

“Y, yes,” You sighed. You felt waves of pleasure when her hand moved up and down, running through that very private place. Her grip didn't loosen at all as her fingers brushed against your entrance, moving in circles. The need you felt grew and it made you to move your hips following the rhythm of her hand, trying to them to penetrate you.

"Please, Marilyn," you begged. She smiled wickedly, increasing the pace, but without reaching what you needed so much.

"Oh honey, what do you want?" She asked with a tone so sweet it even hurt. “Come on, tell mommy what do you want.”

You widened your eyes when you heard the way she called herself. Of course that woman was a box of surprises.

"Please…" she begged. You were embarrassing and didn't know how these kinds of games were going. You felt your arousal flowing through your lover's hand, and the pain was already almost unbearable. "Please, mommy, fuck me," you said moaning, feeling how red you were when you spoke that way.

Not a second passed when her fingers entered you, calming the need you were feeling. An inconspicuous moan came out of your mouth. Just with that little foreplay you were almost on the brink, and the cramps you felt as you felt her fingers move deftly inside you.

"That's right, honey," she said between gasps. You could see in her face how she enjoyed watching you squirm with pleasure.

She kept a steady pace, but she couldn't do anything to stop what was coming. Your moans were getting faster and more muffled. Her hand returned to your chin.

"Look at me while I'm fucking you, be a good girl for mommy," she muttered to you, slowing down the pace painfully. You slowly opened your eyes, getting her to return to her previous rhythm.

“That's the way I like it, I want to see those beautiful eyes when you cum.” She "rewarded" you with a soft kiss on the lips, while she accelerated her hand.

"I'm, I'm close," you gasped, feeling like you couldn't control yourself anymore.

"Come on, sweetie, cum for mommy," she said, increasing the speed of her fingers, sending you finally to paradise.

Your back arched instinctively and you moaned hoarsely. It had been a long time since you felt something so intense. You didn't know if it was due to that dirty talk that woman had with you, or because of the excitement of living an adventure like that.

Marilyn pulled her fingers from you and brought them to your mouth, which you opened effortlessly.

"You've been so good," she whispered, taking it to the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them. You stood still, looking at every part of her skin that was exposed.

You reached out to touch her but she stopped you.

“No, no honey, I want you to look at me with your eyes, not with your hands…” She reproached you. You made a gesture of disagreement, but her hand gripped your wrist tightly, preventing you from making any movement.

Her buttons ran out and her blouse fell gracefully off her shoulders. You wanted to remove that bra that was in the way of your eyes. Not being able to touch her sent electricity through your core again, causing you to bite your lip almost so hard you nearly drew blood.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked in a sexy way, running a hand over her own chest. You moved a bit in protest as her bra disappeared from view. You just nodded, not being able to do anything else.

"Do you want to touch me, honey?" She asked, touching her breasts.

"Yes…" You begged, hypnotized by her body.

“Words, honey.” she asked, leaning into you, giving you a better view of her breasts.

“Yes… Mommy,” you said with a small voice.

She smirked and gently took your hand, bringing it to her chest. The feel of her bare skin from hers was too much for you, and you could feel yourself growing wet again. Marilyn gasped at your touch, led by her hand.

She removed your hand from her chest and slowly pulled her skirt down, gathering her underwear together. You gasped at her naked body, resting on top of yours. You could feel her own arousal against you and you almost thought you might have another orgasm just from that.

 "Stay still," she ordered, placing your hands on the bed.

She gently began to caress herself gently, closing her eyes.

Your eyes contemplated that scene, astonished. She was touching herself and you couldn't do anything. The impotence you had at that moment was mixed with the eroticism of that scene. The only thing you could do was gently move your hips, searching of some contact, while she gently was massaging her clit.

Her moans were louder soon, mingling with your panting. You needed to be a part of it, you needed to touch her, to fell her around your fingers. Marilyn changed her motion, inserting her fingers into herself, moaning in pleasure. You were starting to feel really bad, but at the same time you were enjoying the show. It occurred to you that maybe you should use her own rules to your advantage, and you got up the courage to play her game.

“Mommy, please, let me touch you…”  You moaned, with the most needy voice you had. She smiled, continuing to move her fingers inside of her.

"Do you want to make mommy happy?" she asked, between groans and groans. “Come on, make me cum, honey”

She withdrew her fingers from hers and leaned in to kiss you briefly on the lips. Now you moved and held her a little closer to you, to kiss her more deeply. She with a small laugh she sat up again, thoughtful.

"Let's see what you can do with that little mouth," she said, moving up a bit.

You were going to sit up, but her hand sent you down again and she reached for your ear, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Now I need you to stay as you are, okay honey?” She whispered to you. You felt your hair stand on end, knowing exactly what was going to happen. You nodded, unable to utter a single word.

Marilyn moved slowly up your body, until she was on top of your face. Slowly she went down, until her center brushed against your face. You'd never done that, and you weren't quite sure what to do, even though it seemed obvious.

You shyly stuck out your tongue and ran through her wet folds from top to bottom. It was clearly what she needed, as she moaned loudly. You grabbed her legs and picked up speed.

"That's right, honey, make mommy happy," she growled, gasping with pleasure.

You moved your mouth rapidly, gently sucking on her clit, causing her body to tremble.

It didn't take long for her to reach the edge of her, pressing her body against your face as she threw her head back.

When her body relaxed she moved from her position and lay down next to you, gently taking your hand and kissing it softly.

You didn't say anything. You just smiled about that completely unexpected experience. Maybe you should stay a couple more days in Jericho.

“Go freshen up, sweetie,” she told you in a low voice.

Your face was an absolute mess, so it wasn't a bad idea. You headed to the bathroom, legs still wobbly, and leaned against the sink, turning on the tap. You splashed some water on your face and sighed. You could hardly believe that what had just happened was real. When you turned off the tap you heard a voice coming from the bed. Curiosity made you lean against the door and listen to what sounded like a telephone conversation.

“No Tyler, go back to the mansion. We will not use her parts. I think she can be very useful to me.”

[prettygreenpills]

Powerful - Y/n Weems x Enid Sinclair

Chapter 7

Rundown: you get jealous about Enid and Wednesday and your mother helps you with asking Enid to be your girlfriend

Warnings: jealousy

What your mother told you about Wednesday, made you feel under your mood for the whole next day. You were going to classes, you were listening and taking notes, even talking to Enid, but after some time she realized that something was happening.

When you had a class with Miss Thornhill, you were sitting next to Enid. And you realized that your mother might be right, because when Wednesday sat next to Enid, you exhaled a little louder than before and clenched your teeth.

Looking at the professor, you couldn’t get out of your mind that you had shapeshifted into her. Why was she calling herself Marilyn Thornhill if her true name was Laurel Gates? What was she hiding from the school, from your mum? You were thinking about what happened at the mansion and when you realized that the professor was watching you for few seconds, you looked away and turned your head to Enid.

“Did I really look like this when… you know.”

“Yes you did. There was nothing different between you two. If you would shapeshift now, no one would be able to tell a difference,” Enid whispered to you and then you just looked in front of yourself, giving some attention to the professor, who was talking about the plants she had prepared for the class.

For the rest of the class you had with Laurel, you couldn’t think about anything else. Why did she change her name? Why did she hide it? There was no other Gates, she could just go with it. What was this woman planning behind your mother’s back she didn’t know about?

You weren’t giving her any attention, you were just drawing into your notes. You didn’t know what was it going to be but when you realized that you had drawn the main gate of the mansion, you flinched.

“What is it?” Enid asked you and leant closer. When she saw what had you drawn, she just slowly took the paper and was watching Laurel. Without her realizing, she took the paper and hid it from her eyes. If she would recognize the main gate, she would know that something is happening and you are in it. And if she would realize that, she could just leave from the school and you would never know what she was or is planning. “Y/n, can I ask you to be a little more careful? You saw that room, it means she is still using it. And that means-"

“I know what it means Enid,” you told her, a little angry because of that you realized Wednesday watching you two. When you saw her, you looked away immediately. You would rather be watching Laurel than a girl who seems to like Enid as much as you did. Realizing how sharp your answer was, you turned to Enid and wanted to apologize to her. But when you did so, she was watching Laurel and she didn't seem like she wanted to talk at that moment.

You closed your eyes and breathed out a little louder than you expected. Hoping in that the class was at the end already, you looked at the clock. It was lunch time. You just had to wait few more minutes and then you were excused. So you decided to sit there, next to Enid and pretend that you were in the class with your body, mind and soul too.

As soon as you left, you didn’t wait for the girls. You aimed it straight into your mother’s office and without knocking on the doors, you entered it. When you saw your mother sitting behind her desk and typing something on the computer, you just quietly closed the doors and sat opposite to her.

“I need help,” you said quietly and your mother looked up at you, folding her hands under her chin, letting you know that she was listening. “But first of all, are you busy?”

“No honey, I am not,” your mother said and you breathed out. Playing with your fingers in your lap, you looked down at them and started quietly.

“You were right,” you said and didn’t look up. Not knowing how to tell her, you were trying to find the right words. “I mean… Marilyn’s class wasn’t really interesting and I started drawing. And I don’t know why, I draw the gate of the Gate’s mansion. And Enid told me to be more careful. And I saw Wednesday watching us and I snapped at her,” you told your mother what happened in the class and when you looked up at her and saw her smiling, you frowned. “What?”

“Darling that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t like you or something. She is also a girl and has the same emotions as you. Or similar. Did you think about that she maybe feels the same as you right now?”

“I just- Wednesday makes me go crazy mom,” you paused to take a breath and then you continued. “It is like- she pretends that she hates Enid, but the way she looks at her, I know that she doesn’t and what if Enid realizes-“

“Honey,” your mother stopped you and you looked her into her eyes realizing that you were crying. When your mother realized that too, she stood up and walked over to you, hugging you in the middle of her office. You hugged her back and cried into her chest while she tried to talk to you. “You saw how Wednesday behaves. And you know what is Enid like. Do you think that it could work between them?”

“Well- it could mom-“

“It couldn’t. If you would be here, you would know that Enid sometimes comes here to talk to me about her roommate. Or before you came here, she did that too. For the first time I moved them in together, both of them came and begged me to placed Wednesday somewhere else.”

“Enemies to lovers,” you noted only and your mother shook her head.

“Honey that is not possible. Enid isn’t interested in Wednesday, believe me.”

“But why?” You asked her back, pulling away.

“Enid will tell you one day herself,” your mother said and you nodded your head, drying your tears with the back of your hand. The high blonde rubbed your cheek and you smiled a little and then you backed away. “Now go to your room honey and be really careful. You know what can happen,” your mother reminded you and you nodded your head, walking to the doors. “And Y/n!”

“Mhm?”

“Don’t hurt your classmate,” your mother said and you exhaled loudly, making your mother believe in that you wanted to do something to her. When you nodded your head and walked out of her office, you just closed your eyes and leant against the wall. Your mother could be right. And you knew that she was right. After all, she was the one who realized that something was happening and you just realized that she was right. You shook your head to put these thoughts in the back of your mind and then you lifted your chin up, walking to your dorm the usual way.

When you arrived to the doors of your room which you were sharing with your classmates, you took a deep breath. Knowing that Enid was sad from that how you snapped at her, you opened the doors and walked inside of the room. What you saw was something what made you stop in shock. It was Enid packing her things.

“Enid?” You asked her quietly and walked closer to her. You felt that only you and her were in the room and Wednesday was somewhere else and what you saw- Enid was packing her things and she wanted to leave for sure.

“Mhm?”

“What is this?” You asked quietly and stepped closer to her. Enid didn’t even look at you and she continued in packing her stuff into the suitcases.

“I am moving out. I am going to share a room with Yoko,” she said only and hearing this made you even more sad than before. “You know, Wednesday said she doesn’t want me in the room anymore.”

“Enid, I am sure we can find some solution-“

“What solution do you want to find? There is no free room in the school where I could go and-“

“Leave it to me Enid,” you said and looked around in the room. “May I go with you?” You asked her with your soul as small as it could be and Enid looked at you. She only blinked few times and you could tell that she was in shock.

“You want to- you want to go with me?”

“Of course. But only if you want to,” you whispered because Enid stopped with everything she was about to do. You saw how a smile made it’s way to her face and when you saw that she was smiling, she opened her arms and ran to you. To hug you.

Enid flew into your arms and you hugged her as strong as she did. You rested your chin on her shoulder and closed your eyes. For the first time in a really long time, you felt happy and wanted. Enid made you feel all of these feelings you were expected to feel when you are in love. Hugging her tight but not too tight, you pulled away from her after a short time you two spent hugging. Your eyes landed in hers. Her beautiful blue eyes made you feel like you were drowning in an ocean. When she smiled, you smiled as well and something made you look onto her lips.

“Y/n may I-“ she asked you shyly, and all you could dowas just nodding your head in agreement. In the following second, you could feel her lips on yours and you finally tasted her lipstick which tasted like honey, again. Your tongues were dancing all over the place you gave them and you felt this ball of warmth build in your stomach. You took her face into your hands. Enid kept kissing you and you were the happiest student of the school. You just kept kissing Enid and imagined that how would it be if you two were sharing one room. If it would be only you and Enid.

When you softly pulled away from Enid, she chuckled and looked you into your eyes. You smiled at her as well and you felt heat arriving to your cheeks and you were sure in that they turned red. Enid softly brushed her finger over your cheek and you just looked down at the floor, just when the doors flew open.

“You are really- oh,” you heard only and you knew that it was your classmate who arrived to the room you were still sharing. You softly pulled away from Enid because of the informations you got and you cleared your throat.

“Yes Wednesday I am leaving. And Y/n is going with me as well. So you have your room all to yourself and you don’t have to pout about that you have to share it with someone. After all, you have wanted this since you arrived, haven’t you?” Enid asked her not even looking at her roommate and classmate in one. You sighed because of what was happening, but you closed your eyes and took Enid’s stuff. “It shouldn’t take long. I take my stuff and then we come back for Y/n’s. By the evening you won’t even know that you had a roommate,” Enid said sharply and you followed her out of the room, because you didn’t want to stay in the same room with the crazy girl.

“Was I too harsh or something?” Enid asked you and you helped her with the stuff she was carrying. You shook your head no and then you just followed Enid to the room she wanted to move in, maybe for the rest of the school year.

“Don’t you think that we should tell mom?”

“Oh yeah, right. But first of all, we need to move and then we will tell her. Deal?”

“Deal,” you nodded your head and then you closed your eyes. All you saw were the suitcases in the room which you just left and you had your stuff in the wardrobe still. “What if we try something?” You asked from Enid what made her look at you and she frowned. “Honestly, I don’t know if it will work, but I can try. Just trust me,” you said when you saw the judgy look Enid gave you and you closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on the previous room.

You held your eyes closed and you imagined your room. Imagining that you were packing your suitcase in your room, you just thought of that everything flew into it and it closed on it’s own. And then you opened the doors and let the suitcase flew out of the room, finding the way straight to you.

“Oh my god- what- how- Y/n-“

“I was just lucky,” you said honestly and you looked down at your suitcase. It seemed to be really full and you just hoped in that you didn’t forget anything.

Enid was still watching you and she seemed shy. When she smiled at you you were sure in your statement. Walking over to the bed which you chose before, you put your suitcase onto it.

Breathing out a little louder, you closed your eyes and tried to process what just happened. You moved out of your room because Enid had a fight with the goth girl. You moved out with her because she was feeling uncomfortable.

Sitting onto the bed you invited Enid to sit down next to you. You kept your mouth shut because you didn’t want to say something wrong or hurt the blonde. But she stared.

“Y/n…. What are we now honestly?” Enid asked you and you looked her into her eyes. How they were shining told you that she was waiting for something you wanted to say but after that question you found yourself out of words. “I just- uhm- sorry-“

“No Enid that’s okay. I- If you want to… I mean-“ you tried to not sound awkward but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah?”

“Do you- Can you- Could you consider the situation of being my girlfriend?” You asked her, gulping really loudly.

Both of you appeared in silence and you could feel your heart beating it’s way out of your chest. You could also feel it. When the answer didn’t come immediately, you got scared and backed away from Enid for a second. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just-“

“Yes,” Enid said with her voice high and you looked at her in shock.

“Excuse me?”

“Well you wanted to know if I would like to be your girlfriend. And I said yes,” Enid repeated and all you could do was just blink. You finally asked her. In your new room. When it was only two of you.

And she said yes.

[lou-intrepidus]

VI. Truth

Weems leaned back slightly in her chair, watching Marilyn trying to warm her fingers, and a truly delightful thought came to Larissa's head.

— Let me help you?.. — with these words, Larisa began to pull off thin gloves, which she did not part with during work.

Laurel nodded, thinking Weems would let her put them on, but Larissa suddenly moved to the edge of the chair, reached forward and covered Laurel's frozen limbs with her warm hands. Gates froze in confusion, looking into Larissa's eyes: she smiled charmingly, more comfortably clasping Marilyn's cold fingers and hiding them in her hot palms. A treacherously contented sigh escaped from Laurel's chest, from which Larissa literally shone.

— Why are you doing this? — the question came out of her mouth faster than Laurel could process it.

— What is it? — a sly expression appeared on Larissa's face: Marilyn was finally ready to talk about them, and Weems was in no hurry to make her task easier.

Laurel was taken aback by Larissa's apparent bewilderment and nervously licked her lips, realizing that she was trapped: the headmistress's fingers gently but firmly restrained her from escaping.

— This, — Laurel nodded at the intertwining of their hands, openly asking the question. — Why are you warming my hands with your own?

— Because I care about you, — Larisa simply gave out, again amazed at how Marilyn does not understand the obvious things.

— But why do you care about me?

Marilyn's huge eyes provoked Larissa to dizzying stupidity, but Weems, gathering all her strength, tried to calmly continue:

— Because I like you.

Laurel looked down for a moment, remembering the first time she'd heard that phrase. Larisa closely watched her reaction: the woman had a chance to finally unravel Marilyn's feelings for her. Weems expected any answer, but not a new question, and certainly not this:

— Why do you like me?

Larissa froze. Marilyn really didn't understand. This both amazed and frightened Weems. Larissa unconsciously squeezed Marilyn's hands harder, trying to suppress the emotions that rose to her throat. Thornhill waited with trepidation for an answer, her lips trembling, but she did not break eye contact. With difficulty collecting the words in her head, Larisa whispered:

— Do you need reasons for sympathy?

— Yes.

Marilyn's answer was clear and confident, categorical. Larisa was confused:

— Have you never been loved for nothing?..

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

I got a request for you if you want to write it? A Marilyn/Laurel x fem student reader. How about a reader who is a rare almost extinct kind of of outcast (like a fae maybe? Or whatever you choose) so reader's parents have paired her with another one of her kind but she's not attracted to boys so she's really unhappy but she feels trapped with her parents expectations. Marilyn notices how miserable reader is and asks why she's even with him and reader breaks down crying and explains the whole situation in Marilyn's arms.

Later on the reader and her boyfriend are at the Rave'n dance and she's reluctant to dance but she keeps looking at Marilyn who can't stop looking at her. The boyfriend tries to kiss reader but the reader won't let him and breaks up with him. He gets mad and grabs her but Marilyn comes in takes reader away. They go to Marilyn's rooms and reader kisses Marilyn and they confess each other feelings. You can decide if they have sex here, if they do its reader's first time. But Marilyn notices the bruises on reader's arms from her ex and it angers Marilyn. So she ends up killing him.

When news of reader's ex death reaches her parents they send a letter saying they're taking her out of Nevermore. Crying reader tells Marilyn, begging her to take her away from there or to hide her. Marilyn decides to forgo her plans for Nevermore and run away with reader.

Thank you so much! Love your writing!

Yessss here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes. This request was awesome!!! :))))))

The life you deserve

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x  Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut (mostly implied), fluff, hurt & comfort, maybe a bit dark, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, maybe a bit sad at first

Word count: 6,167

Summary: You aren’t happy. Your parents forced you to be with that disgusting guy. You couldn’t take it anymore. You need her, the woman you loved.

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Get out of here, let's go,” Marilyn said amused. A lot of chairs creaked and you together with all your classmates got up to leave the class. It was the last one you had that day, and everyone was in too much of a hurry.

You wanted to run to your room. Not because you didn't like botany, in fact, you loved it, but you didn't want to stay around your boyfriend too long.

“(Y/N), wait a minute, I want to talk to you,” your teacher said. You stopped and closed your eyes.

You were aware that you weren't too attentive lately. You were a fairy, the last one left according to your mother. Your parents seemed to suffer from the immediate extinction of your species and that's why they sent you to Nevermore. They didn't care if you learned something, if you’ll have a good life. They had other things on their minds.

“Is something wrong, Miss Thornhill?” You asked with a somewhat fearful voice.

You couldn't help but blush when you were alone with her. She was your favorite teacher, there was no one like her. Maybe you were just telling yourself that it was pure admiration, that it was nothing else. You were only fooling yourself. Since you met her you felt a knot in your stomach every time you saw her.

“Oh, no, don't worry, I just want to talk to you about your work about wild flowers,” she said smiling, looking comically through a pile of papers.

“I... I haven't been sleeping well lately, I know, I know I could have done much better but...” You said, trembling. You weren't well, you hadn't been well for a long time and you thought your grades were suffering.

The redhead looked at you with a frown and a strange smile, shaking her head.

“On the contrary, (Y/N), I was just going to tell you that it is a magnificent work. It’s the best of the class, without a doubt,” she told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. Your lip trembled, though it wasn't what you expected to hear. “Your knowledge of wild flora is impressive…”

You shook your head, calming down a bit.

Of course It was impressive. You were a fairy. You knew all the living beings of nature, you communicated with them. Marilyn seemed to be looking at your work with admiration, which made you blush a little.

You sighed in relief, too exaggeratedly. Marilyn noticed and frowned again, looking at you with some concern.

“Hey, honey, are you alright? You don't look very good,” she said to you, making the stupid gesture of caressing your cheek.

Her hand was warm on your face, but that sudden compassion only served to bring tears to your eyes.

“I… I…”

“(Y/N), where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a while,” a boy leaning out the door said. It was Roland, your boyfriend.

You lowered your head and nodded, glancing sideways at the redhead.

“It was my fault,” Marilyn said, pointing to herself playfully. Her smile faded from her face as she looked at you again.

You were shaking. You didn't want to go with him. You wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

You should have imagined that your parents didn't change your school by chance. Roland Wright was a fairy too, though a more mediocre one. You can't say that your parents wanted you to be happy. You had to be with him, they forced you to be with him.

You would have to marry him, have children… Perpetuate the species. To think about it terrified you. What your parents didn't count on is that you had no interest in boys. You liked girls since you were just a child. You told your parents, but they ignored it, they only care about your species, not you, or your feelings.

“Well, okay, let's go, (Y/N),” your boyfriend told you, fixing his eyes on you in a slightly threatening way. Of course he wasn't even a nice guy, he was possessive and made you feel deeply uncomfortable.

You sighed again, nodding, and walked slowly to the door.

“Wait, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, looking seriously at Roland. “Sorry, Wright, you'll have to wait a bit, we're not done yet.”

The boy's eyes darkened. He could have absolute control over you, but not over a teacher. Somehow that made you feel good. Nodding, not taking his eyes off of you, he left the conservatory.

“(Y/N),” The redhead said, crossing your arms. “Do you want to tell me something?”

It wasn't a casual question. She knew perfectly well what she was asking you. It was not something that was overlooked among the teachers, they all asked you those kinds of questions, but when you lied to them they left you alone. You had the feeling that it wouldn't be so easy with her, especially because you really loved her, you were crazy about her. You couldn't lie to her. Denying the love you felt for her was just a defense not to collapse.

“No…” You said, averting your gaze. Marilyn grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you so you were looking into her eyes.

“You are not okay. And I don't know why, but I think it has something to do with that boy,” she said, without being wrong.

You began to feel bad, causing a small flower that was on the desk to begin to wither. You shook your head as the tears began to trickle down your cheeks. You couldn't take it anymore.

“I don't love him,” you sobbed, breathing fast, feeling very nervous. Marilyn looked at you compassionately.

“Then why are you with him? You're worrying me, (Y/N),” she told you, rubbing your arm.

You completely collapsed, burying her face in her shoulder. She was still for a moment, but, doubting, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close to her, lovingly.

“Calm down, honey... Talk to me, tell me what's going on. I just want to help you, (Y/N),” she whispered to you while she caressed you. You cried inconsolably, wetting her clothes with your tears. You felt so bad, but at the same time so good in her arms. You trusted her, you were her favorite student, she told you many times. Of course you never told her that she was your favorite teacher.

She moved away a bit and guided you to sit on a stool. The redhead reached down and wiped your tears, looking at you with pity.

“They… They don't understand…” You said, sobbing and hiccuping. Marilyn brushed your hair out of your face and raised her eyebrows.

“Who are they, honey?” She asked softly.

“My… My parents…” You said, trying to calm down to be able to explain better. She nodded for you to continue. “Fairies are becoming extinct and my parents want me to marry him to perpetuate the species.”

“That's horrible, (Y/N),” she sighed, wiping away more tears.

“I don’t want to. I don't care if I go extinct. He's mean, he doesn't treat me right and I don't even… I don't even…”

You stopped before rushing. You didn't believe in prejudice, but you still didn't know if it was a good idea to tell her about your preferences. It was the first time you told someone about your parents' absurd plan, and her caresses and her soft voice were making you feel much better.

“Not even…?” She asked.

Your legs began to shake. You wanted to tell her, but you didn't think you could. If by any chance that information reached your parents again, they would surely get you out of Nevermore, and they would call that doctor they threatened you with when you confessed. But you trusted her.

“I don't even like boys…” You whispered, in the lowest possible tone of voice.

Marilyn smiled, seemingly unimportant.

“Listen to me, (Y/N),”she told you, grabbing your hand and caressing it affectionately. That made your heart pound. “No one has the right  to decide for you. You are free to do what you want, to be with who you want. They have no right to force you, you don't have to listen to them. Do you hear me?”

“I don’t have any other option. If I refuse, they will lock me up and force me to…”  You couldn't continue, you broke down crying again.

Marilyn pulled you up and pulled you back into her arms.

“Shh… Don't cry, I'm here with you…” She whispered, rocking gently. “(Y/N), don't let them end your life, you have to be happy. You are a wonderful girl and I am sure that you will find a girl with whom you can be happy and forget about your parents.”

“I don't think so, no one pays attention to me. I'm Roland's girlfriend…” You said against her chest. She pushed you away and cupped your face in her hands, staring at you.

“That's not true, honey,” she told you, with a broken voice, you didn't know why. “If… If you weren't my student I will… I…”

You didn't understand those words. You didn't think they were possible. An illusion filled your soul. That little withered flower shone again with all its colors. You didn't know the intent behind those words, but Marilyn moved closer to you, closing her eyes.

You expected the impossible, you expected a kiss from her lips. You were devastated, depressed, but maybe a kiss would make you happy, just one. It never came. Marilyn sighed and moved away a bit, leaving you wondering, with an even more horrible regret than the one you already had.

“I… Well, I… You have to forgive me, but I have things to do,” she said, letting go of you and moving painfully away from you. “Now go, darling, and think about what I told you, please. Don't throw your life away.”

You nodded, deeply disappointed. Maybe you would have imagined it. The bright flower on the table told you that you don’t. She was going to kiss you, you were convinced.

Even so, her advice could not be fulfilled. The toxic Roland was always after you, forcing you to spend time with him. He hadn't even kissed you, you had always tried to avoid that moment, but the Rave'n dance was on Saturday and you were terribly afraid of what might happen.

With sadness you put on the white dress that your mother had bought you. She told you that you would look like a bride to him, that it would serve as a precedent for what would happen when the school year ended.

“Wow, (Y/N), you're hot,” your roommate told you, giving you an affectionate slap on your butt. You wanted to smile, but you couldn't. The Rave'n dance was a special occasion for everyone at Nevermore, the best night of the year. For you it was nothing like that, it was a passage to hell, a prelude to what your life would be like as a housewife, as a mother of five little fairies. You would be a wretch, a bitter one. You weren't even sure how long you could last with that boy, how violent he could get. It scared you, he scared you.

You would be a housewife who puts on makeup to cover her bruises, who would smile among her children, pretending that you are the happiest woman in the world. It was too much for a teenager like you, it was so unfair that you were sure no one could take it. You wouldn't, you were convinced.

He was waiting for you outside your room. Dressed in a ridiculous white suit, with a bow tie. He wasn't even handsome, although you couldn't be objective, you hated him, you hated him to death.

“You look very pretty, (Y/N), although I don't like seeing your cleavage at all, wait a minute.”

Pretending to be chivalrous, he took off his jacket, pulling it over your shoulders, covering what little bare skin your dress exposed. You sighed, you wanted to cry, to scream, but you didn't, you were afraid.

“(Y/N), I'm so glad to see you,” Marilyn said, while received the students at the ballroom door. She obviously ignored your partner. She looked you up and down and raised her eyebrows. “Are you cold?” She asked.

Your boyfriend's look told you that you shouldn't say no, but you waere in front of her, she was much more important. You shook your head, looking sad.

“Why are you wearing that hideous jacket over you?” She asked, taking off your boyfriend's jacket and handing it back to him with contempt. “Much better, you wear a beautiful dress.”

“Tha, thank you Ms. Thornhill,” you said, noticing how Roland started to pull at you, dragging you into the room.

The dance was not bad at first. You were able to escape from your boyfriend for a while, hanging out with your friends and enjoying music and drinks.

You even managed to forget about Roland. You were looking for the redhead. There she was, standing, talking to Principal Weems. She might be talking to her, but her eyes were always on you, as if she was watching you.

You smiled at her, she smiled back. You were so in love and you saw it so possible at that moment that your heart ached even more.

“Come, let's dance,” your boyfriend said, pulling you unpleasantly. You protested, but you let yourself be dragged, you didn't want problems.

You've never felt so uncomfortable, pretending to dance with that horrible boy. You had to fake a smile. His parents were friends of yours, if you did something bad against him, they would find out and you would wish you were never born.

The worst moment came right after. Roland moved closer to you, clearly intending to kiss you. You didn't want to be submissive. That attempted kiss with Marilyn made you gain some faith in yourself, some confidence. You pulled away when he went to kiss you. He glared at you and pulled you against his body, forcing you to kiss him.

You kicked, moved in every way you could, keeping his lips from touching yours. You screamed in pain as you felt a painful grip on your wrists.

“What the hell are you doing? Kiss me once and for all, (Y/N), you can't help it, you're mine!” He turned you around. No one seemed to notice the problem you were having. You felt alone, unprotected, while you put your hands on his face as best you could, pulling his away from yours.

“Stop resisting!” He yelled, hurting your wrists even more. You didn't think, you just wriggled out of his tight grip and slapped him hard across the face.

He glared at you, with real hatred, placing a hand on her wounded cheek.

“You're going to regret what you've done,” he told you, extending his hand towards you. Luckily he didn't manage to reach you.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Marilyn told you, putting herself between you and the boy. You were nervous, attacked, terrified. That slap was going to cost you dearly. “Come with me, let's go, honey,” she said, taking you by the shoulder and guiding you out of that horrible scene.

The corridors were deserted, only your footsteps and your sobs could be heard. You didn't know where she was taking you, but you let yourself to be guided. She had saved you from something horrible. She was right, she protected you, you were safe with her. You were going to die of love and impotence.

“Come in, honey,” she told you, opening the door of what seemed to be her room. It definitely was, it was full of flowers.

When you entered, she followed you and closed the door behind you, staring at you, holding out her arms. You took the hint and rushed at them immediately, crying again, heartbroken, devastated.

“I... He was going to kiss me... I, I didn't want to and I... I hit him...” You sobbed, grabbing the fabric of her dress. She sighed and put her head against yours, holding you tight against her.

“I know, I've seen it all,” she whispered, helping you sit up on the bed. She sat next to you, not knowing quite what to say.

“I can't take it anymore Marilyn…” You cried, putting your head in your hands. “I can’t stand it…”

“Shhh, honey, it's over, it's over now, he can't hurt you here,” she told you, placing a hand on your back.

“I don’t want this. I don't deserve this.” You sobbed, leaning into her. “Please, help me…”

It was an empty plea. She couldn't do anything, just hold you and take care of you.

“Sweetheart, please. It hurts me to see you cry, to see you suffer,” she said, caressing your cheek.

“I feel that I am wasting away, Marilyn, that I am dying. I don't know what will become of me when I finish the school year. I, I don't want to live like this...”

“No, don’t say that. Please, you have to calm down,” she told you, very worried about your words. You remained still and silent.

You were so desperate that you decided to make one last freedom move, probably the last one you could ever make in your life. You turned a little to face her. Your eyes were red from crying, but your hands moved decisively, grasping hers. She didn't move, she just looked at you curiously when you got closer to delicately place your lips on hers.

It lasted only a moment, but it was the best of your life. You had nothing to lose, you were already lost. Nothing in your life could go worse. You had to risk it, finish what she started in the conservatory that afternoon.

You pulled away and opened your eyes, to see a confused but calm Marilyn. Her eyes twitched involuntarily, probably thinking about what had just happened.

“(Y/N)…” She sighed. Her voice wasn't annoying, it was soft, but doubtful.

“Sorry, I had to. My life will stop making sense soon and I didn't want to lose my will before doing that,” you commented, being totally honest.

“(Y/N), you…? Do you feel something for me?” She asked getting a little closer, now she was the one caressing your hands.

Resigned, you agreed. You wiped away your tears and were ready for the "you're too young, you're my student, it's wrong, we shouldn't, we can't" speech.

Those words did not come out of her mouth. Marilyn looked at you and raised her hand to your cheek, caressing it as she leaned in to kiss you again. It was a tender, soft, slow kiss. You opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it.

You pulled away after a few minutes, after enjoying those lips. You looked at her pleadingly, you wanted to sink into her kisses, you wanted to lose yourself in them and never return to the real world.

“My love... I never thought I could do this...” She whispered, kissing you again, caressing you vigorously, running her hands over your soft skin. “I like you a lot, (Y / N), I'm madly in love with you,” she confessed.

You opened her eyes and hugged her again, crying, this time with joy.

“Me too, Marilyn... I love you...” You sobbed in her arms, kissing her neck, her cheeks, everything you found in your way.

“We can't let them find out, darling. We have to be careful,” she told you, smiling tenderly, stopping your messy kisses.

You soon realized something important. Something that made you sink again. It's not that society or Nevermore’s own rules prevented you from having a relationship with her. It went beyond those banalities. You couldn't escape the fate your parents had in store for you. It was impossible to run away, you were doomed.

You only had that night, that night to enjoy the love of your life, a reciprocated, forbidden love. A love that would never be possible. You only had that night, you didn't want to lose it, you had to take advantage of it and you were very clear about how you wanted to do it.

You moved away from her kisses for a moment and stood up, finally stopping crying, adopting a safe and confident attitude. You were convinced of what you wanted. You slowly brought your hand to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down slowly. Marilyn gaped at you, shaking her head.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” She asked, smiling.

“Please. I just want to love you before my life becomes hell,” you said pleadingly, letting your dress fall to the floor. You weren't wearing a bra and your cheeks turned red exposing your half-naked body in front of her.

“Sweetie, no, it's not necessary, I don't want…”

“Please,” you sobbed, moving closer to her, bringing her hand to your chest. Another tear fell down your cheek. “I won't get another chance...”

“Honey, I…” She whispered, unable to avoid looking at you almost adoringly.

“I don't want him to be the first, I want to be you, I want it to be with someone who truly loves me. I don't want to throw my life away without knowing what it feels like, I beg you, Marilyn, make love to me...”

She didn't say anything, she just shook her head before you kissed her again, sitting on her lap. You really wanted it, you wanted to feel loved, desired. It couldn't be with anyone else. And it had to be that night. There would never be another chance.

The redhead seemed hesitant at first, not returning your kisses safely, but she soon hugged your bare back and lay down on the bed while she passionately kissed you, caressing your body.

“My love, you're so beautiful…” She whispered, letting herself be carried away by your desperate kisses, touching every inch of your skin with her hands.

Little by little you began to feel a warmth that you never felt. The desire invaded you completely, there was no room for compassion, only for love, a sincere and hungry love.

Her caresses were soft, delicate, she enjoyed your hands, your back, your breasts. She treated you so well that she made you feel in heaven. She was patient, she was slow, she enjoyed all your gasps, all your little moans that you made when her hand reached between your legs.

“Are you sure, my love?” She whispered to you, on top of you, with her fingers touching your moisture, about to become your first, about to become an unforgettable woman for you.

You nodded desperately and ignored the little sting you felt when her fingers finally entered you. It was ephemeral, not as uncomfortable as your companions said. For you it was special, it was the best feeling you had ever had. Even the little plants in the room seemed to enjoy around you. You were so happy that you didn't even think about the pain in your wrists. You only thought of her, you only felt her.

You screamed, forcing Marilyn to kiss you to shut you up. Some unknown cramps for you began to cause soft convulsions in your hips. You were on the cusp of pleasure and happiness. She was so good, so delicate, and she made you feel things you didn't think possible.

You couldn't talk when she undressed. For you she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her entire body was divine, enviable by any goddess. You didn't know what to do, you were ashamed of your zero experience. She didn't care. She was your guide, she told you where you had to touch her, how you had to do it, how you had to kiss each part of her body. You thought it wasn't possible, but you felt even better than being the one loving her.

You were sweating, you were exhausted, hugging your lover under the sheets, naked, breathing hard, feeling an endless love.

You rested on her chest while she protected you with her arms. Marilyn was much more than the woman of your life. Marilyn was everything. Away from her, life ended for you.

Gently her caresses passed through your arms. She didn't say anything, she was silent, looking at the wall of her room. You didn't know what she was thinking, but you didn't care.

When her hand passed over your wrist, you pushed it away, hissing in pain. She looked up at you, frowning, and grabbed it carefully trying to figure out why she had hurt you.

You immediately wriggled out of her grasp. It wasn't a night for compassion, you didn't want to feel miserable. She was more abrupt, grabbing your arm again and pulling it closer without you being able to stop it.

“My God…” She whispered, scared when she saw the bruises that Roland had given you hours ago. “(Y/N), has he done this to you?” You didn't want to answer, you just took her hand away and hid it in the sheets. “Answer me!” She yelled angrily. Her eyes were dark, filled with rage. You ended up nodding, burying yourself in her chest and shedding more tears on her bare skin.

“It's over, (Y/N). This is going to end,” she said, without looking at you, pressing you against her chest. You felt safe in her arms, you didn't even think about her words. “I cannot allow this, (Y/N). He will pay for what he has done, I promise you my girl, I promise you.”

The next day you saw things differently. You didn't come out of your room. You were happy, but you didn't want to meet Roland, you even turned off your phone. You didn't want to think about anything except last night, your first time, your first time with the woman you loved.

You couldn't tell it to your Nevermore friends, but you could tell it to other types of colleagues.

You went to the forest, feeling calm, relaxed. You lay down on the cool grass, waiting for the little animals that lived there to come over to see you. You fairies had lost many abilities over the generations, but fortunately you hadn't lost your connection to nature.

You spent hours wandering with squirrels and deer. Talking about your love came true. You didn't count your misfortunes for once, for once you were happy, even if it was a fleeting feeling, which had limited time.

When you wanted to realize it, the sun was already behind the mountains, disappearing little by little.

“Shit, I have to go now,” you said, getting up from the ground and saying goodbye to your peculiar friends.

You almost jumped back to the grounds of Nevermore. You felt so happy that you forgot a piece of advice your grandmother gave you: "Danger lurks around every corner."

“Hello, (Y/N),” a voice behind you said. You knew that voice. Roland. Your legs began to shake and you slowly turned around.

“Ro, Roland…” You stammered, taking small steps back.

“Do you think you could avoid me forever, (Y/N)? I told you that you would regret what you have done,” he told you threateningly, approaching you.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, steeling yourself. “No, I don't want to continue with you. I don't love you, I hate you!”

His eyes flashed with fury as he lunged at you, grabbing the collar of your shirt tight. You wanted to scream, ask for help, but you were paralyzed by fear.

“You're stupid,” he hissed, lifting you off the ground. “I don't care if you don't love me. You're mine, that's how our parents agreed. If you don't accept for good, it will be for bad.”

You spat in disgust in his face, making him boil with rage.

“Very well, the hard way then,” he said, raising his fist at you. You closed your eyes waiting for the painful impact. It never arrived.

A roar from the forest sounded very close to you. A monstrous creature, resembling a shadow, lunged at Roland, knocking him to the ground and making you fall as well.

You couldn't see that monster clearly, but you could see what it was doing. Roland screamed in terror as that monster clawed hard at him, tearing into his chest. The enraged creature tore the boy apart, turning him into a bloody, limp body. Roland was no longer screaming, he was not moving. He was dead.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, staring in horror at that scene. The creature turned, staring at you. It was your turn, you were sure.

“Roland?” You asked, knowing it was impossible for the boy to answer.

Everything happened very quickly, but immediately a great relief ran through your body. Roland was gone, he was gone forever. He wouldn't bother you anymore. You shouldn't have felt good, but you did, you didn't even think about those scary eyes staring back at you. If you were going to die, you were glad you saw that idiot die first.

The monster approached you. It seemed as if it wanted to appear calm. You swallowed when you could feel its breath on your face.

“What are you?” You asked, after noticing that it didn't want to hurt you. You could communicate with all the creatures, feel their thoughts. You couldn't with that. It was a creature of evil, and your kind nature did not allow you to understand it.

The creature roared softly before giving you a hard lick across the face. You closed your eyes and couldn't help but smile at that unexpected display of affection. Then it waved at you, looking like it was pointing its claws at the Nevermore building.

“What do you want?” You asked. The monster seemed nervous, but it pointed at you, and back at the building. “Do you want me to come back to Nevermore?” Its profuse nod showed you that it was precisely what it wanted.

You looked for the last time at the mangled body of your boyfriend and you ran away from the place.

The entire school was shocked by Roland's murder. You shut up, you didn't say anything. That hideous creature did you a favor, it did a good thing for you. You were nervous and had a hard time getting that image out of your head, but being with Marilyn again made you stop feeling guilty. She smiled at you and for the first time you were able to return the smile without pretending. You had gotten rid of your misfortune, now you believed that a future with her was possible.

“(Y/N),” Weems said, peeking through the conservatory door, where you were spending the afternoon with your beloved redhead. You looked at her and nodded. You weren't stupid enough to give clues to your relationship, no one suspected it. “Here, this letter from your parents has arrived,” she said approaching you and handing you an envelope.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at the letter curiously.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Larissa asked, with a concerned tone.

“No, why?” You asked, opening the envelope. You should have imagined it.

“Well, because you suffered a terrible loss two days ago. I don't want to pressure you but if you need to talk to someone I remind you that you can go see…”

“Dr. Kinbott, I know,” you said, reading the contents of that letter, horrified. Larissa sighed and looked at Marilyn.

“Please, Marilyn, take care of her… I think she's not well,” she whispered before leaving. The redhead nodded, closing the door.

Everyone was looking at you weird. Your boyfriend had been brutally murdered and you didn't seem to care. You were in an even better mood, until you read that letter.

You shook your head, feeling tears in your eyes again.

“No, no, no, no…” You said to yourself. “No! Fuck!” You yelled. Marilyn's eyes widened in fright and she grabbed your hands to calm you down.

“Calm down, (Y/N), tell me what's going on,” she told you softly. You were nervous and furious, you weren't even able to say anything. You simply limited yourself to giving the letter to the redhead, which she read carefully.

“Oh, my God…” She whispered, frowning.

Just when you thought you would never be sad again, your parents would arrive with that horrible letter. The next day they would go to Nevermore, to pick you up. With Roland's death, it no longer made sense to them for you to remain there. You were devastated, depression returned to your heart.

You spent crying in her arms all afternoon.

You couldn't believe how much your parents despised you. First they force you to go to Nevermore, to be that horrible guy's girlfriend. Now they want to get you out of there, from the only place where you could be happy at that time. They wanted to get you away from her,  far away from her. And you couldn't do anything.

You cried in your bed, looking at the moon through the window, knowing that it was the last night you would spend there. There was no Marilyn, she told you that with all the pain in her heart, she could not grant you the send-off you deserved. You were so devastated that even hiding in the woods seemed like a better idea.

The familiar creak of the door interrupted your dark thoughts. You couldn't see who was coming into your room. You could only distinguish a shadow that was approaching your roommate with something in its hand.

Your friend woke up and looked at that strange figure, who grabbed her pajamas, moving a hand to her neck.

“What the…?” She asked, falling on the bed immediately after. You got up and turned on the light on your bedside table. What you saw left you stunned.

Marilyn, your lover, wearing gloves and a black coat, was there, together with your roommate, who seemed to be sleeping soundly. The redhead turned to you and smiled at you.

“(Y/N), my love, get up, we have to go now,” she told you, kissing you briefly on the lips. You shook your head. Of course you didn't understand anything.

“What?” You said hoarsely. “What happened to Gina?”

“Shh, lower your voice. Your friend is fine, honey, I just put her to sleep,” she said, sitting on the bed.

“I, I don't understand anything… What are you doing here?” You asked, blinking rapidly in case it was a dream, a very strange one.

“Dear. I have been thinking and I have decided that I am not going to allow you to return to your parents,” she said, caressing you in that sweet way that only she was capable of.

“But…”

“Shh… Let me explain it to you, please,” she told you, putting a finger on your lips. “I have not been the person you think, my love. I came here to close a horrible chapter in my past. I was thinking of doing something terrible, (Y/N),” she explained to you, you nodded, incredulous.

“Something terrible?”

“I thought that it could be the solution, that it would give me peace. Everything changed when I met you, (Y/N). You have upset all my plans, you have made me forget all my bad thoughts. I can't give you much, but I can help you to be happy, to be happy, you and me. (Y/N), do you want to come with me? Do you want to get out of here and live a life together?”

You didn't think about the horrible things she mentioned. You only had that proposition in your head. You would have to leave your friends, your studies, although not forever. Your whole life would change, but you would be away from your parents, you would be with her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said repeatedly, kissing her messily. “Please, Marilyn, get me out of here.”

She stopped you and smiled, before passionately kissing you again. Your roommate made a strange noise and the redhead looked at you, this time with a bit of fear.

“Hurry up, honey, pack everything you need. We're leaving right now.”

You didn't know where you were going, but you did know you wanted to. You quickly put everything you needed in two suitcases and left the room.

Marilyn was driving her little beetle out of Jericho. You looked at her with illusion, while you caressed her hand that she had free. You were going to live the life you wanted, you couldn't believe it.

“I'm so happy, Marilyn. I can't believe what we're doing. It's like a dream come true.”

“Believe it, my love. I'm going to make you the happiest girl in the world.”

You smiled and leaned carefully on her shoulder. You breathed easy for the first time in your life.

“By the way, (Y/N)…” The redhead sighed, looking at you briefly. “Laurel. My real name is Laurel.”

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hello darling! can i request a dark fic laurel x teacher! reader? smut. maybe enemies to lovers?

Yesss!!! I hope you like the plot I thought!!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!!!

You're not the woman I used to hate

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Smut, dark themes, mentions of murder, poisons

Word count: 4,225

Summary: You hate her. She’s nice but you hate her. When you started to think about your feelings, you discovered something, something unsettling…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“I told you that I was first,” you said indignantly. Marilyn narrowed her eyes at you and shook her head.

“Well, you go first. You are unbearable, (Y/N),” the redhead said, holding a pot of some strange plant in her hands.

“Same, Thornhill,” you grumbled.

“Fuck off,” Marilyn said, moving away from the door.

It was one of the many arguments you had throughout the day with your co-worker. There was no specific reason, but there was no way you two got along. She was kind and smiling, and you weren't a bad person.

It was supposed that with that way of being so similar there shouldn't be any problem. But sometimes you just didn't like someone, and she'd directly get on your blacklist. There had been many months of absurd fights. Larissa was berating you for behaving like that with that “sensitive” woman. She wasn't sensitive, she was just an asshole to you.

“What a stupid woman...” You whispered as you passed through the door.

As if you weren't in enough trouble, things in Nevermore were bad, pretty bad. The rumor that there was a monster around, the crazy and obsessive investigation by Wednesday Addams... who, by the way, had just been expelled. It is assumed that she tried to attack the normie from the village’s cafeteria.

You tried to stay out of that sort of thing. You preferred to think of new ways to hate Marilyn. It was visceral hate, but even as it was hate, you couldn't get that silly redhead out of your mind.

Young Addams was there, standing next to Larissa. You stopped and changed your steps towards her.

“Well, Wednesday, I hope that one day we can see each other again,” you said to the young woman. You ignored Marilyn, who offered her that strange plant. The brunette looked at you strangely when she saw how you abruptly pushed your partner away.

“I'm really expecting that too,” Wednesday said, with her usual expressionless tone.

“Do you mind?” Marilyn said annoyed. You nodded and crossed your arms. Young Addams sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Let's see if you end your nonsense and make out once and for all,” she said with a gloomy voice.

“What did you just say?” You asked at the same time, looking at each other with disgust.

“Wednesday, it's time,” Larissa said, placing a hand on the young woman's shoulder. She seemed to have ignored that comment, thankfully. The idea of having something with that irritating woman made you shudder. The truth is that it was not an unpleasant feeling, and that made you think for a moment.

You shook your head and walked away from the place. You couldn't stop thinking about what Wednesday said. You didn't like her, you hated her, and she hated you. It was the perfect feud relationship, there was no love there, or so you thought.

You walked around the school like a lost soul. With your hands inside you pockets and your eyes lowered.

Marilyn was an attractive woman, in fact, that was the first thing you thought when you met her. You were sure that not being who you were, she could have been a good friend, or even something else.

“But what are you thinking about?” You asked yourself as you walked. A group of kids who passed by you looked at you strangely. “What?”

They shook their heads. The answer had been very abrupt.

There had been many months of irrational hatred, and you were beginning to realize that perhaps all you felt was not hate.

You went to the conservatory . You walked automatically and for some reason you ended up there. It was already night, there was no one around the school. You felt an impulse to head there. You didn't know if it was to apologize or for what, but you had to go.

As you approached you saw that there was light. For a moment you thought about turning around, going back to your room, going to dinner with the other teachers. But no, not this time. You were about to take the most humiliating step of your life. Apologize, admit that you never treated Marilyn well, and that she had done nothing to deserve it.

You took a breath in front of the door and closed your eyes, pushing it gently.

“My name is Laurel!”

You immediately backed off. The scene before you seemed like a hallucination. Marilyn Thornhill, that obnoxiously nice woman, was sticking a syringe into Larissa's neck, and you heard her name was Laurel.

“Principal Weems!”

Wednesday was there too, watching how your boss collapsed on the floor.

You didn't move. No one had seen you and you preferred to continue like this. It was all so surreal that you even had to stifle a nervous laugh. You didn't understand what was happening. Larissa was breathing, her chest heaving up and down, but she seemed unconscious. Wednesday was so busy trying to revive the principal that she didn't even realize Marilyn was behind her, wielding a shovel that hit her hard on the head, causing Wednesday to faint as well.

For a second you could see the look of that woman. They weren't those innocent tender eyes. Without her signature glasses they were overwhelmingly dark.

You took a step back to escape, but Marilyn turned right at that moment.

“(Y/N)…” She said in a disturbingly tender tone.

You opened your eyes wide and the nerves began to run through your body. You didn't understand anything about what was happening, but that malevolent smile didn't give you a good thorn at all.

“What have you done?” You asked, looking at the two bodies on the ground. An evil laugh echoed off the conservatory walls. It seemed like she didn't care at all that you caught her. That was even more disturbing.

“What I had to do,” she said, shaking her head, as if what she was saying was the most logical thing in the world. “Wednesday was right, I should drop the act now.”

You breathed heavily, trying to bring order to the thoughts in your head. It had to be a joke, one in very bad way.

“You have, you have killed Weems,” you said stuttering.

“No, she's not dead, yet…” She said, looking at the woman on the ground. “It's just a sedative. She was starting to annoy me. But I'm glad you came so I can give you what I had in store for you.”

“Why?” You asked overwhelmed by the situation. All your thoughts began to clear up and a hypothesis that made a lot of sense came to your head. “Wait a minute... You... You've been behind all of this,” you said trembling, pointing your finger at her.

She simply nodded, approaching you with slow, calm steps. Her smile was a psychopath one, one of the worst. There was no time to think, you had to tell someone, whoever it was...

You turned to run, but Marilyn lunged at you, jabbing something into your leg.

“Ahh! Fuck!” You yelled, holding the injured area with your hand. “You are crazy… You are…”

All your muscles began to relax too much, but you were still conscious. The leg where you received the puncture gave way and made you kneel on the ground. You were terrified, and little by little you noticed how your arms, even your fingers fell asleep.

Already on the ground, you made a futile effort to reach the exit, but Marilyn pulled on your leg, dragging you along the ground.

“Don't force yourself, honey…” She told you, smiling. “This is a paralytic,” she said, showing you the syringe. “But you're lucky. I've only been able to make half a dose, maybe you can even talk. Let's see. Try it.”

You were furious, furious and powerless. He did not treat you with anger or resentment, it was a false tenderness. The false tenderness of a deranged person. You didn't want to play along, but you wanted to check what your status was, so you moved your lips to try to say something.

“You are…A…Killer…” You said with great difficulty. “You won't win... Marilyn...”

Her face changed, showing a woman beside herself. She quickly bent down and grabbed your clothes with an inordinate fury.

“My name is Laurel!” She yelled at you, shaking your motionless body. “Laurel Gates.”

You recognized that name, but the person it corresponded to, died years ago. You were still totally lost, and you began to fear for your life.

“Wh…what?”

“Listen, stupid girl,” she said, abruptly letting go of you, causing your head to hit the ground. –“I've spent many years planning my revenge against this abomination of academy… My father, my mother, my brother. They all died trying to eradicate evil from this town. You are this evil!”

You listened without being able to do anything else. All this was a simple revenge against something for which you were not guilty. You were doomed, that crazy psychotic had tricked you, and just when you started to think you had feelings for her.

“I haven't done anything… To you…” You said. It was getting harder and harder to talk.

“You are the worst of all, (Y/N). None of the other teachers paid me the slightest attention. You all treated me like I was scum, and you were the worst,” she hissed, putting one of her boots on your chest. A horrible sensation of pleasure ran through your body and you felt the most absolute shame. “I never did anything to you and you have always treated me like shit! You are all the same! You deserve to disappear!”

With her screams the pressure in your chest increased. You could only wince while at the same time you were feeling guilty. She was a murderer, a dangerous murderer, but she was right. You treated her badly for no reason.

“I'm…I'm sorry…” You said, with a small voice. The pressure eased and her boot moved off your chest.

“I'm sorry,” she said imitating you with a mocking tone. “It's late, (Y/N)! I've been preparing your end for days and since you've made it so easy for me I'm not going to waste this occasion,” she said, kicking your ribs.

Now you could only move your eyes. You tried to speak, but it was already impossible for you, you were just babbling nonsense. You glanced at Wednesday and Larissa. They seemed to have no intention of waking up. Laurel was at her desk, doing something with another syringe.

“I've been too good to you. The paralytic will make you feel nothing, what a pity,” she said, turning to you with a syringe that contained a blue brilliant liquid. You didn't know what it was, but it surely wasn't going to tickle you.

The redhead crouched down and was on top of you, her legs on either side of your hips. You were immobile but you still felt one thing, heat. You didn't want to know, but you sensed that you were blushing. What a pathetic ending for the physics teacher from Nevermore.

“N…No…” You managed to say. She nodded, tapping the syringe. Maybe you were imagining it, but she seemed to you that she rocked her hips against yours. Surely that poison was making you to lose your mind.

“I can't wait to see the life going out of your precious eyes, bitch,” she hissed in your ear. She was so close that she made you feel something strange. “You're going to allow me to take advantage of the situation,” she said, changing her tone a bit to an indescribable one. “You're a motherfucker like the rest, but I have to admit… You're not bad at all…” She said as she ran a hand over your chest.

You hated feeling those caresses on your skin. It wasn't fear that was on your mind, it was something else, something you refused to admit. The buttons of your shirt were unbuttoned little by little without any finesse.

“Why did you have to be so stupid? Huh? We could have had so much fun...”

Did she feel the same way about you? This was indeed a nightmare. You could have changed so many things if you had been nice to her...

Your eyes begged for mercy, clemency, some compassion. You couldn't avoid your sad end, and the cold that your now uncovered skin felt was proof of that.

“Damn... What a beautiful body...” She said in a whisper. Clearly she wasn't telling you, she was talking to herself, while she bit her lip, observing the exposed parts of your chest.

A movement interrupted the path her free hand was making to your pants. It was Wednesday, she had moved an arm. She would wake up soon. Laurel sighed in resignation and stood up, watching the young woman. Without thinking twice, she went to her table and picked up a tissue. She took a bottle from one of the drawers and poured it on the cloth, going, after that, to the brunette and covering her nose with it.

 Instantly Wednesday stopped moving. The redhead looked at you feigning pity and she returned to her previous position, on top of you.

“I'm sorry honey, I'm afraid I'm not doing very well with time. I have to do so many things. Anyway, that's life,” she told you, hitting the syringe again. “Close your eyes, my love. Soon it will be over.”

It was your time. You were going to die. You obeyed, unable to hold back your tears. You felt panic, but at the same time helplessness, realizing that you were still unable to move.

“Good night, honey…” She whispered in your ear, after which, she planted a soft kiss on your lips. When she pulled away she moved her hand to your neck, moving it to the side.

You squeezed your eyes shut with all your might, waiting for the horrible pinprick that would lead to your death. It didn't come. 5, 8, 10 seconds passed, but nothing. You didn't notice anything. Maybe you were already dead, maybe the poison prevented you from feeling that needle on your jugular.

You timidly opened one eye and saw that horrible syringe near your neck, but not stuck in it. Laurel was looking at you with a serious face, like she was really thinking about something. Her eyes met yours, emitting a strange glow. Her breathing began to relax and the needle moved away from your neck.

“Shit,” she protested, getting up. “What have you done to me? No, I can't do it. You have entered my mind, right? You're using your powers against me!” She squealed nervously. You denied awkwardly with your eyes.

You only had the ability to do impossible mathematical calculations for a normal person, not even in your dreams did you have mental control.

“Don't worry, (Y/N). I think I have a better idea…” She said, taking the phone from her. “Tyler… I know that Wednesday hasn't shown up, stupid idiot…. Cause she’s here. Come to Nevermore immediately.”

That boy, who was apparently the hideous monster from the forest appeared in no time. Laurel didn't talk to you anymore, she just ordered Tyler to carry you. He obeyed without hesitation, it seemed as if he was some kind of slave.

You only saw trees and stars. You had no idea where they were taking you, at least not until you saw the old wooden bridge. You should have guessed it. Joseph Crackstone was an ancestor of the Gates family. They were taking you to his crypt.

In that horrible place, now lit with sinister candles, there was a kind of hook on the wall. After that boy put some chains on you, he hung you there.

You still couldn't move, but your extremities began to tingle. Perfect, it seemed that the effect of the poison was subsiding. You looked around nervously. A terrifying picture was in front of you. The sarcophagus of that mad pilgrim was in the middle, surrounded by glass jars that seemed to contain human bodies parts. You didn't know what that crazy woman was up to.

A while passed and Tyler returned, this time with the young Addams in his arms, still unconscious. He dangled the girl in the middle of the room and stood there, glaring at you.

“Tyler, wait outside,” Laurel said, walking in with a strange book in her hand.

He gave you one last angry look and left that place. Surely his mistress had told him about the horrible things you used to do to her.

“Hi honey, are you comfortable?” She asked caressing your cheek. You felt like you could move now, but you didn't want her to know it. The surprise factor was decisive to catch her off guard. “You are going to enjoy a show that you will never forget, I promise you…”

Saying that, she went to the sarcophagus and put the book on top of it, starting to go through those macabre jars.

You took advantage of the fact that she was distracted to try to move a leg. You got it. Your leg was weak, but you could move it, just like the fingers on your hand. You directed your gaze to the chains that bound you. You could not believe it but it seemed that they had a broken closure. You looked at the hook you were holding onto the wall and soon an idea occurred to you.

The redhead seemed distracted enough and you moved a little to put the clasp on the chains on the hook. Pulling your own body down, you made the clasp give way and your hand was free. The only problem was the noise you made.

Of course it got Laurel's attention, but before she could react you lunged at her, knocking her to the ground.

“Now what, huh? Psycho killer…” You said, grabbing her throat. The redhead moved to try to escape, but you were stronger. You didn't count on the kicks. Laurel brought her knee up and hit you right in the belly, causing you to drop her immediately.

She got up as you cringed to the ground.

“Damn outcast. I should have killed you in the conservatory..." She hissed, rubbing her throat.

You stood up and ran towards her again, but this time she stopped you with her arms.

“You're going to pay for this, Laurel,” you said making force, managing to push her against the wall.

For a moment her eyes reflected terror and you thought that everything was already won, but she was smart, much more than you thought. You still had one of the chains tied to your hand, and the redhead grabbed it, pulling hard.

“Disgusting scum,” she said, twisting your arm.

You managed to hit her hard away from her but she tripped you, causing you to fall to the ground.

“Oh shit…” You sighed, hurt by the fall.

Laurel was on top of you again, and now she was the one with her hands around your throat. You had yours free and you did the same.

“Ty… Tyler…” Laurel called with a strangled voice.

If Tyler was a monster, he'd better not come. You removed one of her hands from her and brought it to cover her mouth. Such a horrible decision.

“Yiaaaah! You bitch...” You screamed when you felt her teeth sinking into your skin. You withdrew your hand as soon as you could. The fight stopped instantly. You breathed hard, nervous. You scrambled to your feet and climbed out from her, standing up.

You pushed her against the wall again. But this time there were no hands on her throat, no treacherous kicks. Something totally different happened. Your lips collided with each other with fury, with frenzy. You didn't know when a fight for survival turned into that. Maybe it was the poison, or maybe the arousal.

The sensation of her hands running wildly through your body was not confusing. It was pleasure, desire. It was something you were starting to sense, but you weren't sure if it was just something caused by the girl who was hanging unconscious on that hook. The hate was desire, the sarcastic and hurtful comments were just a kind of self-defense that you did as a protection from another love disappointment.

But giving in to temptation wasn't your biggest problem. Regretting your past actions was not on your mind. That woman was not who she claimed to be. It wasn't the insufferable Marilyn Thornhill, it was the psycho Laurel Gates.

She plans to kill all the outcasts. She was about to kill you. She pinned you down, poisoned you, and even took advantage of you. Still, you were blinded. You needed her, whoever she was. You needed to quench that thirst that had been building for months.

“I'll kill you, (Y/N),” she whispered to you in between desperate gasps, as she finished pulling your unbuttoned shirt off your shoulders.

“Try if you dare to, Gates,” you said, not letting her breathe with your kisses.

“I'll finish them off… I swear…”

Now it was your turn to balance the situation. You reached your hands to the buttons of her jumpsuit, clumsily undoing them.

You attacked her neck, you stuck your hands into her back and you didn't feel any remorse. Perhaps the remorse of not feeling remorse.

Your bra fell to that cold stone floor and her teeth bit into your nipples more gently than they did on your hand. You were crazy, hot. Dying no longer worried you, you already forgot your student hanging from the ceiling. It was just you and Laurel, solving old and new problems in a slightly unusual way.

Your pants came undone. You weren't sure which one of you did it. It could have been you, since she was dedicated to getting rid of her own clothes.

You were taller, and stronger, and grabbing the redhead's legs was effortless for you. You carried her through that crypt and down some steps a short distance from that hideous sarcophagus.

“Do you think you can dominate me?” She asked, turning you onto your stomach. “Don't dream about it, bitch.”

You tried to resist but deep down you didn't want to. The cold of that winter night ran through your legs, seeing yourself stripped of your jeans.

“You're the one who's dying to fuck an outcast,” you said, earning yourself a strong hair pull.

“Shut up!” She yelled, letting go of you abruptly making your face almost hit the ground. Without warning you, or caressing you before, she introduced two fingers into you, with a sudden rhythm. “My fingers are slipping, (Y/N), you were looking forward to it, right?”

“Shut up…” You said between moans. The feeling was glorious, calming but intense. You felt good, that crazy woman made you feel good. You would go to hell, you were sure.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that you couldn't help but want to release all that tension. Laurel tugged at your hair again and leaned close to your ear, laughing sinisterly.

“Are all outcasts the same?” She asked ironically, pulling your hair so that you would turn around. “Come here now.”

You shook your head to get rid of that pain, but you only felt relief when you approached her, who was shedding her own underwear while spreading her legs. You crawled until the grip was painless and began to kiss her legs, lovingly. You didn't know why you treated her like this. She had been rough with you, she hadn't caressed you, or gave you calm kisses nor words of love. But you had the need to. It hurt to think about it, but you were more and more convinced that you had been in love with her for too long.

“Stop. I do not have all day. Make me enjoy or I'll kill you right now…” She ordered with a dark voice.

You knew that she was capable of doing it, so soon your kisses went to the desired place. You worked hard. Doing it better than you ever do. Maybe that time she was the only one who did it for real, with a desire for truth. If that was true, you deserved to go to jail.

“That's it…Make mommy happy…” She whispered, not caring at all about the volume of her moans.

You stopped when you heard the way she referred to herself. But her hand gripped your head, barely letting you breathe.

A short time later, her back hunched and her moans could be heard from the academy.

Laurel scornfully released you, pushing you to the ground.

She looked at Wednesday, luckily she was still unconscious. Marilyn got dressed again and walked towards you, throwing your clothes at you in an unpleasant way.

“Look, (Y/N). I do not want to kill you. I'm giving you the chance to go with Tyler and wait for me there until I'm done. If you refuse, I'll finish what I started in the conservatory.

You didn't answer, you just swallowed hard and thought about your options. You had already sinned. You had already put your feelings ahead of your common sense. If there was salvation for you, you didn't deserve it. You decided to side with evil. You hated her, now you loved her. You wanted to hand her over to the police, now you wanted to run away with her.

You decided to obey and pray to heaven that one day it could forgive you for refusing to acknowledge that hate was never hate, but love.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hii, honey

could I ask for something dark and smut Marilyn or Laurel x reader where there is (if you feel comfortable writing this) spanking? maybe Marilyn is jealous for some reason and decides to show the reader that it belongs to her

Yesss!!! I hope you like it!! As I always say, don't be afraid about your requests. All the ideas inside the common sense are okay to me :) Sorry about the language mistakes

Why are you so jealous?

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, spanking, jealousy

Word count: 2,011

Summary: You were bored at home, so you went to the cinema with Larissa. Marilyn didn’t like it at all.

N/A: Requests are open!!! Don’t forget to love yourselves; It’s the only important thing in this life :)  Sorry about language mistakes

“I'm home,” Marilyn said, entering through the door of your house. You were reading a book on the sofa and you smiled at her, getting up.

“Hi Mari, how was the trip, did you get what you wanted?” You asked, giving her a small kiss. She smiled and took something out of her bag.

“I have traveled seven towns, but finally I have them. These seeds are really hard to get...” She told you.

“Brilliant.”

“How did you spend the afternoon? Have you missed me a lot?” She asked you, hugging you around your waist.

“You know I have. But actually I haven't had much time to think,” you commented.

The year you spent with your co-worker was the best of your life. You didn't even live in Nevermore anymore, you rented a small apartment so you two could be alone. At first living together scared you a bit, but it was much better than you expected, and your bond became much stronger, even though you had your problems, like everyone else.

“Why?” She asked you while she took off her boots. You knew that she was not going to like the answer at all, but you were sincere and incapable of lying.

“Well, since you were out…” You started, feeling how your nerves were increasing little by little.

“(Y/N)?” She asked expectantly, changing her expression of joy to a slightly more serious one.

“You see... It's just that since you weren't going to be there...” You said, delaying the truth as long as you could. “I've gone to the cinema with Larissa.” That's it, you already said it. Marilyn was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

“To the cinema? What for?” She asked, finally reacting.

“To catch mushrooms. Well, to watch a movie, Why people go to the cinema?” You said ironic. She frowned and approached defiantly.

“Don't laugh at me, (Y/N), you know perfectly well what I mean,” she said, lowering her tone of voice.

“Come on, what do you care about? You weren't here, I was bored, and Larissa called me and asked me to go to watch a movie. That's it, I have nothing else to say,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Do you behave that way? Do you take advantage of the fact that I'm not here to going out with other women?” She asked you, firmly holding your chin.

“Oh, please, not again…” You sighed, ready to listen to another festival of jealousy, to which you were already used to.

“If you don't want me to get angry, don't provoke me, (Y/N). It seems as you did it on purpose,” she hissed, letting you go with contempt.

“I'm not provoking you. I just went to the cinema with Larissa. She is my boss, your boss, do you remember?” You said, rubbing the area that she had grabbed, perhaps with too much force.

“That's what you say. How do I know she didn't touch you when the lights went out? It seems that you  are the one who doesn't remember things, (Y/N). You don't remember that you are mine.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, unable to say or do anything else. The things she imagined were so absurd that you already laughed at them.

“Ah, you find it funny, fantastic…” Marilyn said, surprised.

“Sorry, you are so absurd Mari... But how can you think that I am going to cheat you? You know that I love only you...” You said, softening your tone little by little and surrounding the redhead with your arms. “Come on... Don't be angry,” you whispered sweetly, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“(Y/N), you make it very difficult for me. Was it so hard for you to have told me?” She asked you, pretending a soft and affectionate voice. But you knew it wasn't like that at all.

“Maybe if you didn't go every day looking for your damn seeds all over Vermont, I could have gone to the cinema with you, instead of Larissa,” you said, moving away a bit. It was what you thought for a long time, and you couldn't help but tell her, much to your regret.

“What are you implying?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.

“What you heard. If you're so worried that I won't go with someone else, you should pay more attention to me, don't you think?”

“Am I not paying enough attention to you?” She asked rhetorically, indignant. “There is no one else but you, (Y/N). You're everything to me. I get up, eat, sleep and dream thinking of you. Your reproaches and your outings "to the cinema" with other people are a good way of thanking me.”

“You're making things crazy, as always,” you said, turning around, ready to go to your room. She grabbed your arm roughly, stopping you immediately.

“We're not done yet, (Y/N),” she reproached you, squeezing your arm until she hurt you. You broke free and stood in front of her, pressing your lips tightly.

"Why is it so hard for you to believe me when I tell you that I love you, Marilyn?" You asked, trying to calm down a bit.

“Why is it so hard for you to understand that if you're with me, you must be loyal to me?” Marilyn responded with another question.

You huffed and headed for the couch, plopping down on it.

“I'm loyal to you. I haven't had anything with Larissa, we just went to a movie because I wanted to get out of the house. There is not, there was, nor will there ever be anything with another woman. I'm yours, and you should know it,” you said, lying down resigned.

Marilyn's expression softened and she sat up thoughtfully.

“Say it.”

“What?” You asked, looking at her over your arm.

“Say that you are mine again. That you belong to me and that no one will ever lay a finger on you,” she whispered, caressing your leg. Her tone was a little different, and that relieved you. Crisis over, or almost.

“I am yours, forever. I belong to you and no one will ever put a single hand on me,” you repeated, getting up and passing a hand over her shoulder. She turned to you and you kissed her softly, caressing her face tenderly and slowly. You parted and smiled at each other.

“Well, it's over…” you sighed, leaning on her shoulder. “What do you want for dinner?”

She shook her head, smiling this time, dangerously.

“No honey. This isn't over at all,” she told you, patting her lap.

You widened your eyes but you obeyed her gestures, placing yourself in the position she asked you to.

“How many are going to be this time? I don't think I deserve more than ten…” You said, afraid of what was to come.

“You think so, sweetie?” She asked gently caressing your rear. “I think ten are not enough. They will be 15, and with bare skin.”

You bit your lip. Anyone who entered the house at that moment and contemplated that scene would think anything dark. But it was commonplace between you, and you couldn't deny that you enjoyed it.

Marilyn unbuttoned your pants and lowered them enough to reveal your butt, which she caressed now with no material on her way.

“Mommy doesn't like to punish you, honey. But she doesn't like that you forget who you belong to either. Are you ready, my love?”

You closed your eyes and bowed your head, preparing yourself for what was to come. You nodded nervous, but excited at the same time.

“Count, honey…” She whispered to you, raising her hand.

“One…” You said when you felt the first lash on your butt. You tried to suppress a moan, you couldn't make her see that you enjoyed it, because she would stop doing it. “Two...” That one hurt a little more, and you moved a little.

“Shh, my love. This hurts me more than it hurts you...” She told you affectionately, caressing your hair.

“Fo, four...” You said, clenching your fists.

The lashes sounded throughout the house. You knew the whole area was already red, but you were terribly excited at the same time.

“Four….Fourteen,” you stammered.

“Say you're sorry, (Y/N)…” Marilyn ordered you, preparing the last blow.

“I, I'm sorry,” you said trembling, wanting your punishment to end, to do other things.

“Say it right,” she hissed, gripping your aching buttock tightly.

“I'm sorry, mommy.” After that words, the last blow came after which you couldn't help but gasp pleasantly. “Fifteen…”

“Very well darling, good girl…” Marilyn told you, caressing you gently. “You have behaved so well...”

“Mmm,” you said, leaning back on the sofa suggestively, hissing at the contact of the furniture's fabric with your reddened skin.

She appreciated understanding your intentions and finished pulling down your pants and underwear.

“You're so naughty,” she whispered, climbing on top of you. “I'm sure you're dating Larissa just to get my attention, right? Because you want mommy to take care of you the way you like the most.”

You nodded, agreeing with her.

You spread your legs a bit when you felt the redhead's hand in your center and you sighed, enjoying her caresses.

“It seems that you like your punishment…” She whispered, seeing for herself how needy you were. You blushed and moved your hips to get more contact.

“Mari, please… I need you…” You begged, gripping the sofa so tightly it almost seemed like it was going to break.

“Ask me properly, honey,” she told you, slowing down her caresses. You gasped at the lack of movement and nodded.

“Please, mommy, fuck me.”

She smiled mischievously and slowly inserted her fingers into you. The moans were not long in coming, showing that you had been waiting for that for a long time.

“How sweet… You are so needy, (Y/N)…” Marilyn gasped, enjoying how you writhed in pleasure under her touch.

After a few more movements, you arched your back, finally released from all that pressure that had built up in your body.

“I love you,” you said, catching your breath. It wasn't something you said so soon in those situations, so the redhead was surprised, but in a good way. She slowly bent down and kissed you gently, lovingly.

“Me too, (Y/N). But never forget who you belong to,” she said, darkening her tone. “Come here, honey, mommy wants to feel you too.”

You got up at the same time that she leaned back on the other side of the sofa, undressing completely. You admired her body as if it was the most beautiful treasure in the world and you ran a hand over her naked chest. Her hand reached for your cheek and caressed it gently as she moved a little closer to you, placing you between her legs now.

You didn't say a word. You just grabbed her leg and started kissing it, drawing shy gasps from that little apartment.

“Oh, honey…” She whispered, relaxing her body.

Little by little you went up her leg, until you reached that area, which you caressed slowly at first, before kissing her painfully slowly. Marilyn moaned, momentarily forgetting about her senseless jealousy of her and enjoying the things you were doing. You made her a little angry, taking longer than necessary, but when her movements began to become erratic, you inserted your fingers inside her, as you knew she needed almost desperately.

You both moaned, caressing as much as your position allowed, until Marilyn grabbed you by your hair, pulling gently on it and moaned so loud that your students must have heard it from the other end of town.

“Come here,” she told you, smiling.

You climbed onto her chest and leaned into it. The sofa wasn't very comfortable, but any place would do if you were with her.

“(Y/N)…-she told you, making you to look up. “Don't ever forget that you are mine, and you always will be, is that clear?”

You swallowed and nodded, this time resting with your eyes open.

“I could never forget it.”

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

"Hyde" your feelings, part 3

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Hyde things

Word count: 2,175

Summary: You were still in love with Laurel, but you thought that she didn't love you, that she was using you. It's time to try to find answers.

N/A: Well, this is another request. Someone asked me to do a 3rd part of that series (part 1, part 2) but this time this person wanted pure fluff. I hope I did it well to you! Sorry about the language mistakes.

“You've done very well, (Y/N),” Laurel told you.

You nodded, your head down. You expected some kind of reward for having managed to fool Wednesday once again. But there was nothing. You were sitting on a stool in the conservatory, watching your mistress do something with some chemical pots. You moved your legs back and forth. You didn't even know what you were doing there.

In your head you were only turning over what happened that night at the crypt. It was all so fast, so rushed. You had been loving that woman for a long time, and at last she reciprocated you, or so you thought. The things that happened, the things that she did to you, that she said to you…

At that moment you felt happy, like if a miracle had happened, or, perhaps as if you had been dreaming. The next day you woke up with a not very normal heaviness in your head. Being in the presence of your mistress you did not stop to think. But it was enough to get away of all your thoughts. You thought about how in the time you had been in her service she had treated you as an errand girl. Until you confessed to her how you felt about her. The feelings weren't confusing, but her attitude was. She had ordered you to do things to her that weren't even in your wildest dreams, things that meant something to you. The question you had at that moment was whether it also meant something to her, or if you were simply a doll with which she had the ability to play as she pleased, as if you were an object to be used and thrown away when it suited her.

You were missing something. Something wasn't going the way you thought. You remembered the date you had with Wednesday, a date Laurel forced you to go on. Yes, you didn't want to, but somehow that time in the crypt seemed so much more significant than what happened next.

You knew that with that woman you couldn't have an adolescent romance, a succession of dates and moments as special as the one you had with Wednesday, even though you didn't want it.

You had a classmate at Nevermore who was a mermaid. From what you heard, her boyfriend dumped her because she tried to manipulate him. Did Laurel do it too? Of course she did, that went without saying, but you weren't referring to the obedient and loyal nature of a Hyde. You were not a complete monster, you had a conscience, heart. You knew what was right, what was wrong. And of course you knew how to separate loyalty and obedience from feelings. A Hyde doesn't love, the girl it became did. You only had to know if the woman you were in love with also did it, regardless of Hyde, regardless of her orders and her thirst for revenge.

You rose from your chair, taking timid steps towards the woman in front of you. Laurel didn't even look at you, she was still concentrating on what she was doing.

Catching a breath you reached up and ran a hand gently through her hair. Laurel sighed, but she didn't said or did anything. You took it as a sign to continue. You were trembling, but with decision, you pushed her hair away and brought your lips to her neck, gently placing them on her skin. She stopped with what she was doing, huffing and puffing.

“Not now, (Y/N), I'm busy,” she said dryly, without raising her head.

Disappointment pierced you like a dagger on your chest. Little by little, the suspicions you had were coming true. You needed to make sure she didn't really want it, so you moved closer again, more slowly this time. You tried something else. You subtly wrapped your arms around her waist and hugged her from behind, resting your head on her back, closing your eyes. Laurel stopped again, this time more abruptly.

“(Y/N), I told you I'm busy,” she said, removing your hands from her waist in an unpleasant way.

You didn't want to give up and tried to reach for her hand, which she withdrew, finally turning around.

“What do you want?” She asked you with dark eyes. You were used to seeing that look, but never directed at you. You took a step back, your eyes were beginning to shine.

“I…I just…”  You stammered, afraid that those tears that were forming in your eyes would come out.

“Sit on the chair and stay still,” she ordered you. There was no remedy. You had to obey.

With teary eyes you did what she told you. Your body moved almost by itself, but your mind could think for itself. And it didn't think anything good. Last night it was all so different. You thought you made love, but it wasn't anything like that. She was just fucking you. Nothing that happened had to do anything with love.

You couldn't suppress a sob, noticing the moisture from the tears running down your cheeks. The silence of the conservatory was interrupted by some pitiful sobs.

“(Y/N), don't make me have to ask you to shut up,” she said with a dark voice and lack of emotion.

Deep down you wanted to stop, so you could at least feel less pathetic. An unexpected courage ran through your veins suddenly, and prompted you to do something, or rather, to say something.

“You don't love me,” you whispered. Laurel stopped again, turning slowly to look at you.

“What?” she asked, shaking her head.

“You do not love me. You never have. You've only been using me,” you said in a slightly higher tone. She pretended to laugh and gape.

“Of course I've been using you, you're a Hyde,” she said naturally, as if it were undeniable evidence.

And it was. It was a reality, a terrible reality.

“I do not mean that. You have been playing with me, with my feelings. You knew that I was in love with you. I can't help but obey you, sometimes I wonder if I do it because I am what I am, or because I want to, because I want to please you.”

That she hadn't ordered you to shut up yet was a good sign. She just listened to you, stunned.

“Don't play with my patience, (Y/N),” she threatened you. “What do you want? Do you want us to repeat what we did yesterday, honey?” she asked, softening her voice, approaching you. “Let mommy finish what she's doing and then we'll go to my room, okay?”

You felt her hand on your cheek and felt how her touch continued to send shivers down your spine. But you felt that she was distracting you, and if you let yourself, she would confuse you again, you would be at her mercy even more.

“No,” you said afraid. Laurel frowned at you.

“No?” She asked, making a kind of pout.

“I…I don't love you just for what we did yesterday,” you started to say. “I want to have with you the same thing that I have with Wednesday.” You instantly regretted having said those words.

“With Wednesday?” she asked. She didn't seem angry at all, but that scared you more. “What have you done, (Y/N)?”

"I haven't done anything," you said, beginning to tremble. “But I really love you, I want to have dates with you like the one I had with her, I want to be with you, kiss you, hug you, not have meaningless sex from time to time as if I were a rag doll.” You didn't even believe yourself capable of the things you were saying.

“You're so sweet…” she whispered to you, grabbing your face with both hands. Her voice was strangely pleasant. You weren't able to believe her tone, nor her words.

“Enough, please…” she begged. Having her so close to you put you at a disadvantage. “You're just trying to distract me… I tried to hug you and you rejected me. It is clear that I mean nothing to you...” You said crying, suffering from how you wanted to kiss those lips that you had a short distance from yours.

Laurel snorted, letting go of you roughly. Without further explanation, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the chair. Pulling you hard, she led you towards her desk. She grabbed your head and moved it so you were looking at the things above her.

“Do you see that?” She asked you exalted, pointing with her other hand to a test tube with a strange bright blue color liquid.

You nodded a little scared.

“You know what it is? Answer me,” she insisted due to your lack of response.

“No, no…” you said, trying to resist her grip.

Laurel released you and moved you away from the table, standing in front of you.

“It's altered nightshade poison,” she said, crossing her arms. “Just a drop could kill a person in a matter of seconds.”

It was like you were seeing your own end. Surely when you finished your mission, that poison would kill you, you were sure.

“Are you going to kill me with that?” You asked scared. Laurel rolled her eyes and took your hand, pulling a little toward her.

“My love, do you realize the nonsense you're saying?” She asked, grabbing you by your waist.

“It doesn't seem nonsense to me. When you no longer need me, you will kill me,” you murmured, trying not to look that woman in the eyes.

She certainly missed her lack of command, she couldn't have forgotten that she could shut you up at any moment.

“Honey, I'm just trying to protect you. I didn't want you anywhere near the poison.”

“So you can keep using me?” You asked defiantly. You would probably be punished for it.

“So I can keep loving you,” she said softly, brushing your hair behind your ears. “Listen to me, (Y/N), I'm not Wednesday, I'm not a teenager. But when I tell you that I love you, it's because I love you. I'm the one who constantly wonders if the love you say you feel for me is real, or a side effect of your nature.”

“My love for you is real. Before you turned me into your dirty slave, I was already crazy about you. I'm sorry, Laurel, but the only way I can believe you is if you order me to,” you sighed, unable to avoid hugging her chest.

She didn't answer you, she just gently stroked your hair, pressing you against her. You cried again, separating from her, looking at her, looking for any sign of lies, falsehood or darkness on her. You didn't find it.

Laurel moved your head toward hers, placing her lips on yours. You made a small move to run away, but to no avail. The sensations that her kisses transmitted to you were too intense. She didn’t kiss you that way the day before. Those kisses were rabid, hungry. That was a different kiss, tender, warm. You let yourself go, dreaming that the kiss was eternal. Your doubts weren't entirely dispelled, but at least you felt there was a slight chance that she was telling you the truth.

Laurel separated from you soon after, continuing to caress you gently.

“Do you want us to do things together? Let's go to the cinema, to dinner? Is that what you want honey? Do you want to be part of my life?” She asked you whispering, wiping your tears.

You nodded involuntarily, slowly kissing her again. It was exactly what you wanted, to be a part of her life, but not like you were now, you really wanted to love her, you didn't want more orders.

“Look honey, come here” She told you, taking you by the hand, leading you to the other end of the table. She picked up a small vial that was there, and she showed it to you.

“What, what is that?” You asked curiously.

“When this is all over honey, I'll prick you this. It is a chemical derived from plants, similar to the one I used to unblock you.” You nodded, suspicious. “ This one does the opposite.”

“The, the opposite?” You stammered.

“Well, not exactly. No one knows how to block a Hyde again, but I've been doing some research, and with this, the monster inside you will have a harder time coming out.”

You widened your eyes in surprise. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

“Will I stop obeying you?” You asked, knowing that was your absolute priority.

“Honestly, I don't know. But at least we are going to try,” she said leaving the bottle on the table again. “We will be so happy together, honey,” she whispered to you, kissing you again, without giving you time to think.

She could still be cheating on you, lying to you. But you didn't care. Laurel always made it all the same to you.