#laurel gates × larissa weems

[lou-intrepidus]

Okay, okay, good.... Look at these photos and TELL TO MY FACE THAT THEY ARE NOT LOVERS!

I DON'T BELIEVE IT! SERIOUSLY, LAUREL COULDN'T PRETEND TO LOOK AT LARISSA WITH SUCH DAMN LOVE! AND LARISSA, WHO WAS SAD ALONE, IMMEDIATELY SHONE NEXT TO MARILYN!

LAURISSA CANON, I'm canceling the eighth series, Laurel is not crazy, read my fic on AO3 and be happy ✨

[daughter-of-the-undertaker]

I miss them so much.

[creepy-kooky-mysterious-spooky]

Unpopular Opinion

Wednesday Addams is a terrible detective.

Most of her deductions were wrong.

She never figured out anything based on her own skills.

She only found out who the Hyde and who Laurel was, because she had a vision and because Eugene told her that the person who blew up the cave was wearing red boots.

[tonks-21]

HOW SHE SHOWS HER LOVE TO YOU

Tw: +18

Words of affirmation

It's natural for Larissa to just drop some compliments from time to time. She can't avoid it, you're her person, and that's not taken for granted.

Larissa likes how you react, all flustered and smiling widely, it is so smooth for her. Seeing you like that gives her the courage to hang on in her busy life. Just to get back to you tomorrow.

She hates it when you talk bad about yourself. When you do so, she stops you covering your face with kisses and reassures you.

She has some lovey-dovey nicks for you, but these are the ones she uses the most:

Dear

Sweety

Sunshine

Lighting star

Physical touch

Ok, with the type of workaholic we all know this woman is, Larissa commonly collapses on you by past midnight. The touch of your skin drives her to heaven, not only sexually, but also mentally. So Larissa is quite touchy every day, always looking for your hand or waist unconsciously. A really touch-starved baby. Well, a big touch-starved baby.

Sometimes, she doesn't really know what's going on with her, so she just gets lost in your arms and nuzzles your neck with her nose, before kissing you passionately. It really calms her down and lets her think about the problem she has.

And, if you can't sleep, she presses against you, lulling you to relax you.

Acts of service

She thinks of you a lot throughout the day, so sometimes, if she arrives and you are still working on your laptop, she usually makes you tea or something of your preference. Or, if you are sporty, making you the protein shakes. Even if you are just doing your hobbies, she would worry about asking how are you doing and encouraging you to continue with those ideas, even if you don't see their end.

Gift giving

Even if she prefers to spend your free days cozy together at home, she also likes going out, to the shops that you two like at Nevermore. And, sometimes, the things that got your eye appear in her hands or on bed days later.

Quality time

Larissa, with her job as Director of Nevermore, can't save that much time she'd like to be with you. But she covers you with love all the time she has. When she is doing her duties, Larissa can't help but think of the evening, when she'll get out of there and come back to you.

[s1nful-sa1nt]

have a Marilyn Thornhill meme dump courtesy of @cherryxsapphic and I's late night conversations

[jadewolf22]

I'd Do it Again

Fem!Dom!Reader X Sub! Larissa  

Warnings: Fluff, angst, character death, death threats, physical abuse (?), ect… 

A/n: Inspired by the song "Die First" by Nessa Barrett  

Word Count: 657 

One year; That's how long it had been since you lost your wife, your beloved Larissa. Marilyn Thornhill–Laura Gates–whoever she was, had been arrested and Tyler was on his way to join her but that knowledge did nothing to soothe the ache in your heart. It wasn't fair, the fact that they were alive and Larissa was gone. Nevermore was still undergoing construction to fix the damage Crackstone had inflicted upon it and you hated seeing it from your window, the place Larissa had dedicated her life to, reduced to dust and stone. 

You hadn't left your house since the funeral, content on finding a way to undo this terrible twist of fate. Being a sorceress you had access to a wide array of spellbooks and, finally, you had found one to help you.  

You stood in the middle of a circle of candles in Larissa's office, muttering the spell under your breath. The smoke from the candles swirled around you, engulfing you in their grey ribbons. When they disappeared you were still in Larissa's office, but it was different. There were no cobwebs and the thick layers of dust were gone, everything was exactly as it had been a year ago. 

Happy that it had worked, you rushed from Larissa's office, making your way to the greenhouse, determined to make it in time.  

You rushed into the greenhouse as Thornhill pulled the syringe of nightshade from her pocket, aiming for Larissa. 

"No!" You cried as Thornhill brought the syringe down, running forward and pushing Larissa out of the way. Larissa hit the ground hard as you felt the syringe puncture your shoulder, the poison flooding your veins. Immediately, your body began to shut down. Your legs gave out and you fell to the ground, your body convulsing. 

"Y/n!!" Larissa screamed, running to you and dropping to her knees at your side, pulling you into her arm, "Y/n, no! Please, no! Don't leave me! Why would you do that?!" 

"I'd do it again . . ." You mumbled through the foam forming in your mouth, "If one of us has to die . . . Let me die first . . . I couldn't live without you . . . I love you, Riss . . ." 

Flooded with sadness and rage, Larissa left your side and turned to Thornhill, grabbing the smaller woman by her throat and growling, "Save her . . ." 

"No." Thornhill gasped, slowly turning blue  

"Save her or join her!" Larissa hissed, tightening her hold on the redhead's throat. 

That was the last thing you heard before your world went dark.  

You woke up in a hospital room a few days later. It was dark, the only light coming from the monitors strapped to you and a small lamp on your bedside table. You groaned, looking around the small room, smiling when you saw that you had company. Larissa was sitting in a chair at your side, asleep, her head nestled in her arms on the edge of your bed.  

"Ris," you called as loudly as your hoarse voice would allow, "Ris!" 

Larissa snapped awake, looking around wildly before her eyes rested on you. The shock and joy on Larissa's face was almost laughable, but you just smiled, tears welling in your eyes.  

"Y/n!" Larissa cried, tears spilling down her face as she threw herself into you, hugging you tightly. 

"Larissa . . ." you whispered, wrapping your arms around her as she openly began to sob, "It's okay. I'm okay." 

"I thought I lost you . . . " Larissa sobbed, tightening her hold on you. 

"I'm not going anywhere." you assured, "But Larissa," you waited until she looked you in the eye before saying, "I meant what I said . . . I'd do it again . . . If it comes down to saving you or saving me, it will always be you." 

"Let's pray that it never comes down to that again." Larissa whispered, nestling into your side. 

You smiled down at the beautiful blonde, kissing the top of her head before falling back into a peaceful sleep.

[remusjohnslupin]

"There's a power in names, don't you think?"

[m1lfsh4ke]

Mutual pleasure (repost)

warning: 18+ smut

You pushed through Marilyn's door to her apartment dorm, whimpering at how you stumbled forwards but caught yourself before you could fall. Your eyes blurred with unshed tears that's been begging to be released since you ran out of class.

You weren't expecting to see Marilyn home as it was the middle of the day, so you let the tears softly prickle down to your cheeks, dropping your bag to the ground with a soft thud.

Your body flopped to the floor, not being able to make it to the couch in time before the soft tears were replaced with rapid and quiet sobs. Your hand covered your mouth, choking on your own tears before you heard your call being called from the bathroom.

"Oh sweetheart.." You turned around to see Marilyn rush out of the bathroom with a silk black robe, as if she just got out of the shower with her damp hair. 

Like a lost puppy, you whined for her. For her comfort, her touch, everything. Fuck, you just wanted her to make everything better. 

"M-Mari-" You stuttered as she pulled you up into a deep embrace. 

The two of you stumbled back a bit until Marilyn fell to the couch, leaving you to straddle her as she continued to wrap her arms around you. 

"Oh, my poor baby.." She breathed out, hand coming to the back of your head as the other went under your shirt to caress your back - and it has you choking on this sob at how loving this woman can be. Something so simple has you nuzzling in her neck, finding comfort within her warmth. "Hard day?" she softly spoke. You couldn't speak a proper word, but Marilyn caught on with your single nod. 

You whimpered at her soft words, leaving small kisses on the juncture of her neck as a distraction away from your horrible experience. 

"My sweet girl.." she pulled you away to look at your face, hand cupping your cheek as you pressed your face into it. "Is there something I can do to help?" she tilted her head, eyes admiring yours at the sheen layer of tears captured beneath your bottom lid. 

You stayed silent. Thinking of the next move whether if you should speak or not, you immediately looked down to her lips and that's when everything didn't matter anymore because you quickly closed the gap between the two of you. 

A gasp of surprise was heard when you lunged at her, capturing her lips in an unexpected kiss. It started off slow, gentle, and passionate. Something like you’re trying to get comfortable with the situation before things get too deep. 

A soft whine managed to escape from your mouth when Marilyn bit your lower lip. Your hands flew to her shoulders, holding yourself up as you began to grind down on her lap. Slowly, that slow, passionate kiss changed to something filled with lust and desire. 

Multiple moans were swallowed by Ms. Thornhill as your hand gripped the hairs in the back of her neck. “Fu-Fuck.. ‘S good..” You spoke between kisses, not physically capable enough to stop. 

Marilyn chuckled at your confession, pulling back to stare at your kissed-swollen-lips that glistened with your mixed saliva. “Oh, you poor girl..” 

“Need mommy to make everything better, don’t you? Always have to rely on me for everything and anything, hmm?” She teased in awe of your expression when she softly pushed her hips up, making you let out this tiny gasp. Your heart fluttered with desire; need.

A need for her to make you forget all the horrible things that happened today. You nodded your head, almost begging her when you grasped the low v-cut of her robe. “Words, baby girl.” You grunted to which Marilyn raised a brow to. “R-ride-” You ducked your head down to her shoulder, softly nuzzling your forehead to her collar bones as you couldn’t find the confidence to look her in the eye as you speak. 

“I-I wanna ride you.. Please?” You can feel how she sharply inhaled with her chest pressed against yours. “Please, mommy?” this time, you lifted your head, looking into her eyes as your hips began to grind down on her thigh. 

“Fuck- sweetheart-” She was breathless by the time you moved her damped hair to one side and started to attack the jugular of her neck with open mouthed kisses that lead to a hickey.

Her head tilted back, giving you more space to cover up with her eyes rolling just the slightest behind her glasses, and a hand grasping the back of your head, pulling you closer. “Oh baby.. Your mouth feels so good around me, keep doing that - s-shit!” She moaned, feeling you suck on her pulse point as you smiled in satisfaction. 

“Wait right here, darling girl.” She pushed you down to the couch as she made her way to the bedroom. 

You patiently waited for her to come back, already forgetting of the situation that occurred nearly an hour ago. You smiled. Happy that you were lucky enough to find someone like Marilyn who could make all your problems disappear. 

When you looked back up, your eyes widened at what she was holding. A double ended dildo in the shape of an “L” that couldn't be no longer than 9-inches. 

“Ma-Marilyn-” Your voice got stuck in your throat by the new toy she just brought out. Surely this had to be new if this was the first time she’d use something like this on you. “That-that won’t fit-” Marilyn couldn’t help but chuckle at your false statement, throwing the silicone on the couch next to you as she flopped down to her knees. 

“Sweetheart, what are you saying? Of course it will, I know you can take more than what I can give to you, hmm?” She said in her tone she uses when you’re being dumbed down from her. 

“I’m sure your tight little hole can adjust to me, isn’t that right, angel?” With this, your skirt was already being roughly pulled down past your ankles and discarded somewhere in her living room. 

You moaned at her words before she started to viciously kiss her way up your legs, almost as if she's worshiping your figure. Her nose lifted the hem of your shirt just a little to give her some skin that she's able to kiss before your shirt followed the pile of clothes. 

“Fuck, I love you,” She spoke before she crashed your lips together, falling on the couch while you found your way on top of her again. You hummed in the kiss, untying her robe as you threw the band right next to the both of you on the couch. 

“So fucking pretty..” You admired her bare body, slowly sliding the thin piece of clothing down her shoulders to which it just pooled behind her back. You dipped down to kiss her collarbones when you felt Marilyn’s hand shift to a side. 

You looked and saw that she was picking up the silicone and left it on your lap, slowly spreading her legs a little. You were enamored by the light glisten that was already created between her legs and you couldn't help but groan. One of her hands was brought to your mouth and as if it was second nature, you took her ring and index finger past your lips with a groan at how deep she's pushing through your mouth. You gag and choke around her digits as she sets slow and deep thrusts. 

“That’s it baby, choke on mommy’s fingers..good girl,” She praised before retracing her fingers from your mouth with a string of saliva leaving the two of you connected. 

Your eyes widened when she pushed the same fingers through her entrance with a moan. “So wet..” you groaned at hearing her pussy squelch with a few pumps she did before she replaced her fingers with the head of one end of the dildo. “Fuck- sweetheart-” She cursed, pushing the toy inside her inch by inch until it’s settled deep. 

“Want mommy to fuck you, baby?” she questioned, taking her hand and softly stroking her length with a moan. “Pl-please!-” your hips almost stuttered, not being able to be patient any longer. 

Marilyn’s hand held the base of her cock as she lined it up with your entrance, moaning at how you slowly sank down to it. “Fuck, you’re so big..” you gasped, beginning to slowly rock your hips, taking all of her. “See, sweetheart? I know my precious angel can take more than seven inches..” Her hips slowly fucked up to you, making your air cut short by how you let out a sudden moan. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck right there!-” You slammed back down with your eyes rolled back. You gripped her shoulders when you started to bounce on top of her with a much faster pace. 

“J-Jesus sweetheart” She gasped, feeling how her end pulls and pushes back every time you ride her. “Y-your cock feels so good, I-Im so close” Your movements starts to slow down, almost tired but that was replaced with Marilyn fucking up to you. 

“Oh fuck!-” You moaned, wrapping your arms around her neck as you lifted your hips a little, to give her an easier access for a deeper fucking. 

“So fucking wet for mommy, yeah? Your pussy is leaking around my lap” You could’ve been more embarrassed, but no. You were feeling a whole new level of pleasure at how deep she’s fucking into you. 

“Go-gonna cum for you, so close!-” You panted out, tugging the base of her scalp to where Ms. Thornhill groaned. 

“L-Let me cum all over your cock, please?” you were crying. Tears streamed down your face by how hard she's pounding up to you. Her hands flew down to your hips as she pushed you down with a moan, almost forgetting how the pleasure was mutual. 

“Fuckfuckfuck!-” high pitched moans left the both of you as you rode out your high. Slick spurted out of Marilyn’s core after a few more thrusts and it had her whimpering out a tired moan. 

“Feels so good..” you spoke tiredly, softly grinding your hips down on her lap while you’re still full of her. 

“Feel better, baby?” She panted, holding you close as you hummed in confirmation. 

...

A/n: repost because I deleted the other one by mistake

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Number 27 with marilyn, please. Maybe reader is her teacher assistant

Feelings Unwrapped ~Marilyn Thornhill xFem TeachersAssistant!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— The annual winter break holiday party is this evening. And with a little alcohol in the mix, Marilyn and Reader confess their feelings for each other. Anon Response— Hi anon!! Thank you for the request! I would love to write this for you. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Previous Day <—found here!

Holiday Bingo <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Prompt- Work Holiday Party

#27. “Darling… you sound sinfully delicious…”

Warnings: light nsfw, kissing, drinking, confessions of feelings, party, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (:

The staff room buzzed with late night chatter and the clinking of drinks.

It was the night of the annual holiday party, right before winter break. Principal Weems, or as she insisted for all the staff to call her Larissa, always made sure to hold the staff party after school hours and every year as a way for Nevermore staff to finally relax after a semester of work.

Larissa always made sure to provide plenty of alcohol as well, which didn’t hurt…

“How have you been liking Nevermore so far, Miss L/N?” Larissa asked you, striking up a conversation as you made your way into the room.

“Good, thank you! I truly enjoy being Ms. Thornhill’s TA, it’s fascinating work,” you exclaimed lightly, your words being completely truthful.

Before Larissa could say another word, Marilyn entered the room and interrupted the conversation.

“Larissa.” She nodded with a tight smile toward the blonde, then turning to you, “Honey, could I trouble you for a glass of wine?”

Your face lit up and you immediately nodded.

“Of course, be right back!”

You left the two women to go over to the table of alcohol. Larissa and Marilyn seemed to chat up a conversation as you poured yourself and Marilyn wine, forgoing Larissa as she already had gotten herself a glass of red.

You returned to the women, handing the red head her glass of white wine. Marilyn tipped the glass over to you as a thank you and took a sip.

“You know my tastes well…” she hummed, her tone a little teasing.

You blushed lightly and took a sip of your own drink.

The party continued to buzz on, and you definitely got your share of alcohol as the night went on. You got around the room, chatting with each staff member, most teachers, some TAs like you.

Eventually you made it back around to Marilyn. You found just the redhead alone this time. She told you that Larissa had gone to sort out a little drunken dispute between two of your colleagues. Meanwhile, Marilyn’s gaze was strong and unfettering upon you.

Maybe it was the alcohol…?

“Say… I have somethings stronger in my greenhouse, if you’d like to join me…?” The redhead hummed enticingly.

You sucked in your breath and your cheeks warmed up even more.

“I’d like that…” you said just above a whisper, your head nodding along lightly.

Marilyn smirked lightly but with much delight. You both quickly finished the last of your wine, placing the glasses aside. And placing her hand on your back, Marilyn guided you out of the staff room.

You easily followed along with the woman, letting her guide you to her greenhouse. You entered first and Marilyn closed the door behind you. She then came up next to you and went to shuffle around in a high up cabinet by her desk. She found what she was looking for- two glasses and a bottle of scotch- and placed them on her desk.

“Don’t be shy, Honey…” Marilyn purred.

Her hand waved you towards her, the desk, and the alcohol. You responded easily, floating toward the woman, only stopping when the desk impeded your moving any further. Marilyn chuckled lightly at your silent and obedient movements.

She poured the amber liquid into the two scotch glasses, before capping the bottle and setting it aside. The woman walked around the desk, handed you a glass, which you accepted happily. You took a sip of the scotch, and couldn’t stop what slipped out from your lips,

“Hmmmm ooh…” you lightly moaned, “This is really good—”

Marilyn’s eyebrows perked up and her eyes watched you intently as you spoke. She hummed in agreement, taking a sip from her own glass. You both leaned against her desk, not saying a word, but your gazes locked on one another.

Who knows who closed the gap, but a split second later, her lips were on yours. You closed your eyes and moaned lightly as you tasted the wine and scotch on her lips. The kiss was light but a little sloppy, most likely due to the alcohol.

You both pulled away after a moment, making you let out a light whimper as you lost contact. Marilyn bit her lip and her eyes sparkled.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that, ‘Hun…” she breathed out.

“Me too…” you breathlessly admitted, “kiss me again.”

Marilyn didn’t need to be asked twice, putting her glass and taking yours to put them both on the desk, before connecting her lips into yours.

This kiss was slower and more heated. Her lips brushed against yours, her tongue lining and licking your lips for permission to taste you. You opened your mouth for the woman’s access, which she eagerly took. Now, you full on moaned as Marilyn explored your wet cavern with her tongue. It caused her to pull away and just stare at you.

“I— is everything okay?”

Marilyn smashed her lips into yours once more, kissing you fast and really sloppy this time.

“Darling… you sound sinfully delicious…” she groaned, as she pulled another breathy moan escaping from your lips.

This only made you whimper even louder.

After a couple solid minutes of intense kissing, you both pulled away for some air. You looked at Marilyn, still a little in shock from what had just occurred. The woman but her lips slightly again.

“We probably shouldn’t go any further tonight considering we’re both quite intoxicated…” she spoke out.

You hummed and nodded, agreeing with her but at the same time wanting more so badly.

“Can I… walk you back to your room, ‘Hun…?” Marilyn offered.

Your face lit up once more and you nodded more eagerly.

“Yes, I’d like that…!”

Marilyn smiled and nodded, linking her arm in yours. She walked you back to your private quarters, giving you one last kiss before your room door.

“Happy Holidays, Honey…” Marilyn hummed, along with a good night.

~~~

Next Holiday Bingo Fic <—Here!!

Marilyn Thornhill Masterlist

Holiday Bingo 2023 Masterlist

Tag List: @storiesofsvu @willowshadenox @vexed-jade @aemilia19 @lunala-rose23 @sapphixwriter

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Tonsil Troubles

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: Reader has been ignoring their body, Weems and Thornhill intervene.

TW: Tonsillitis, medication, hospitals, sickness, surgery

A/n I’ve kinda started doing requests in a random order … whoops. This is based off an A03 request I had.

The pain was back again. You had had the same pain a few weeks ago and a couple months before that. But it was just a cold. Or so you thought. It hurt to swallow. It was far too hot. And it your throat hurt. But as long as it was a cold you could deal with it yourself. So, you hid. You hid the pain. You hid from your friends at mealtime, so they didn’t question why you were only eating soft foods. You hid your symptoms and your misery from students and teachers alike.

So far it had been going ok. You looked a little flushed from what may be the begging of a nasty fever, but you were doing semi-alright for yourself.

You were sat in botany. Ms Thornhill was blissfully distracted drawing a diagram on the board which meant she wasn’t paying much attention to you. Thinking you were in the clear you shut your eyes and laid your hot cheek on the cool surface of the lab tables. You let a small sigh escape at the nice feeling and relaxed your muscles.

You were beyond tired, and everything hurt. That’s probably why it was so easy for you to fall asleep. You hadn’t meant to. Your body simply demanded rest and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Ms Thornhill continued teaching for the rest of the lesson. Once all the textbooks were shut and put away, she returned to her desks and dismissed her students. After a few minutes she looked up from her lesson planner and frowned. You were asleep in the back row. Your hair covering your eyes and your cheeks holding an unnatural flush to them.

Ms thornhill stood and came over to your side.

The first thing you registered was a hand rubbing circles on your back. You let out a soft groan as you gained your surroundings and sat up slightly. After a second you swallowed and failed to contain a wince.

“Y/n? Are you feeling alright honey?” A voice asked but everything was moving too fast, and you simply placed your head back on the table.

“Y/n?” The voice asked again, and you felt someone brush the hair from your face, smoothing it back with one hand and placing another hand on your forehead. You lent into the touch; their hands much cooler than you hot face.

You heard someone suck a sharp breath.

“Oh honey.” The voice sounded slightly sad. “You're not feeling good, are you?” You hummed an affirmative sound and nuzzled into the hand.

“Let’s get you to the nurse. That fever needs to be brought down and I’m sure your feeling awful.” You whined softly. “I know I’m so mean, caring about your wellbeing. You shouldn’t have even come to class like this Y/n what were you thinking?” She said and you finally connected the dots. Ms Thornhill.

Lifting you head from the desk you looked at her tiredly. “Im fine.” Your voice sounded awful, and Ms Thornhill scoffed.

“No. No honey, you're not. Not by a long shot.” She started to pack up your things for you. “Let’s get you to the nurse. Can you walk?” She asked and you gave a defeated sigh and nodded. “Alright then, up you come.” She offered you a hand and pulled you to your feet. You stumbled slightly, still very tired and you felt an arm around your waist to stabilise you.

Ms Thornhill held you close to her side the whole walk down. You were too tired to care and even rested your head on her shoulder which made the trip probably take twice as long. Ms Thornhill had your bag on her shoulder and an arm around your waist as she practically held you up.

Once you were steered into the infirmary, she guided you over to a bed and gently pushed down on your shoulders to make you sit. She placed the bag down by the bed. “Wait here, I’ll go grab the nurse.” She said and you nodded.

A second later she returned with the nurse behind her. Ms Thornhill came and sat down on one of the plastic chairs near the bed and watched silently.

The nurse began to do a short exam and asked a few questions. She had you poke out your tongue and had said your tonsils were inflamed. That made sense to you. When you told her it hurt to swallow Ms Thornhill bit her lip and furrowed her brow but stayed silent. After a minute the nurse asked if you had felt this way before where you sheepishly admitted that it had been a reoccurring thing for a few months now. Ms Thornhill looked slightly disappointed. After the exam was over the nurse pulled back the sheet on the bed.

“Am i not allowed to leave?” You asked eyeing the bed warily.

“Well, you have tonsillitis and based off how often it seems to be reoccurring. I think it would be best to stay here until we can get someone to take you to the emergency room. You will most likely need them removed with how much trouble their causing.” You looked at her blankly.

“Surgery?” You asked and she nodded.

“A minor one. But yes, surgery all the same.” She said and you looked to Ms Thornhill who wore an expression of shock and concern. She knew you well enough to see you were panicking. She got up from the chair and came to crouch in front of you at your eye level. She took your shaking hands in hers and spoke softly.

“If you would like i can come with you. I’ll be there the whole time. I think Ms Weems will come along as she’s in charge of all you kids' wellbeing and I stay with you if she’ll let me. Honey i know this is scary but I promise you will be ok. Can you trust me on this one.” She asked and you nodded. The nurse watched before whispering to Marilyn she was going to phone Weems from her office and to stay with you for now. Then she left and it was just you and Ms Thornhill.

The botany teacher stood from where she was sat and patted the bed, encouraging you to climb in.

“Might as well get comfy.” She smiled and you nodded, still reeling from the implications of what was to come. You crawled up the bed and Ms Thornhill tucked you in and pulled the chair closer to sit beside you.

“Close your eyes sweetheart. You must be exhausted. I won’t leave. Get some rest now.” She said and you nodded again and rested your head on the pillow. Your hair framed yoru face as you began to drift off. Ms Thornhill pulled out a book she had seemingly brought with her and began to read, glancing up at your sleeping form from time to time just to check on you. Your brow was pinched even asleep which indicted you were in some degree of pain even in unconsciousness.

The next time you woke up it was to the sound of voices. After a minute you made out the first, Ms Thornhill, and the lilt of an english accent told you Ms Weems was also present. You opened your eyes slowly and observed the scene. The nurse and the two teachers were talking in the corner and not really sparing much attention to where you were in the bed. Ms Thornhill mentioned something about nerves, and you sat up against the headrest. The movement drew the attention of the botanist, and she made eye contact and came over.

“Hi y/n.” She said softly taking up her chair again. “How are you feeling honey?” She asked and you looked at her for a second before saying.

“Awful.”

“Alright. That settles it. Lariss- Ms Weems and I will come with you to the ER. The sooner we get there the sooner we get back.” She said and brushed the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You heard the sound of heels and turned to face the headmistress.

“Hello Y/n. How’s the throat feeling now darling?” She asked and you sighed.

“Sore.” You said and Ms Thornhill looked at Weems.

“I think we should take her in. Are you good to drive or do you want me to?” The teacher asked and Weems shook her head.

“I’ll drive. You sit in the back with Ms L/n. It's a short trip to the Jericho ER.” Weems said and you simply watched their back and forth silently.

“Alright. Are you ready to go y/n?” Ms Thornhill asked and helped you out of the bed.

“Yeah.” You sighed and stretched.

The trip to the hospital was simple. You sat in the back with Ms Thornhill, you flushed face pressed to the cool glass window, your eyes closed as you walked the line between sleep and full awareness.

Once Ms Weems had parked Ms Thornhill helped you out of the car and the small group went into the emergency room. You waited with Ms Thornhill while the principal went up to the desk and got you checked in.

The next little bit passed in a blur, most likely because of the fever and before you knew it you were in a bed looking up at the two teachers who had escorted you there. A mask was placed over your mouth and nose, and you were told to count back from ten as you drifted off into a drug induced sleep.

The next time you woke your head felt it was in the clouds. Someone was holding your hand and your mind felt warm and fuzzy. Cracking open an eye, you broke out into a grin.

The face of your favourite blonde principal was looking down at you with a soft but worried expression, she was also holding your hand. Without thinking you began to talk under the heavy haze of the drugs you were on for the surgery.

“You're so pretty” you said dreamily. Ms weems went red to the tips of her ears while Marilyn muffled her laugh with her hand from where she sat on your other side that wasn’t currently occupied by a blushing blonde Brit.

Before Weems could open her mouth to protest you spoke again.

“I wish you were my mother.” You sighed looking sad.

At the half mortified look on Weems face more so from shock than anything Marilyn failed to contain her laugh and your head whipped around to look at her.

“You too.” You whispered. Both teachers paused and looked mildly honoured and concerned. Weems gave your hand a gentle pat.

“I love you both.” You smiled and closed your eyes.

“Hush now Y/n Sleep my darling.” Weems said in a softer tone than you had ever heard from her.

Even with your eyes shut still you frowned. “But i don’t want you to leave.”

“We won’t” Both teachers said at once.

“We’ll be right here the whole time” Ms Weems said.

You gave a sleepy nod followed by a yawn and fell asleep to the feeling of hands stroking your hair and a thumb rubbing over your knuckles. It was soft. It was safe. It was home.

[lou-intrepidus]

Me and my dear ruaxrose have ordered an illustration for our story само/убийство (self/murder), look at this beauty! ♥️🥹♥️

Read the fic on AO3/Ficbook and be happy ✨

[daughter-of-the-undertaker]

I did this the other day. My obsession with these two is concerning…

[weyler]

the characters from the wednesday series as random memes saved on my phone:

wednesday:

enid:

tyler:

xavier:

bianca:

eugene:

ajax:

principal weems:

marilyn thornhill:

sheriff galpin:

[creepy-kooky-mysterious-spooky]

Here’s my Take on the Three Wednesday Ships.

Wavier, Wyler and Wenclair.

Wednesday and Xavier are complimentary. (They are both psychics, She is a writer, he is an artist, she has mommy issues and he has daddy issues)

Wednesday and Tyler are enemies to lovers.

Wednesday and Enid are opposite attracts.

And the truth is that I believe that all three of these Ships have potential and could definitely work, but not in this type of series and not with this version of Wednesday Addams.

They would work much better with the other interpretation of Wednesday Addams. (In which she is depicted as a sensitive, polite and friendly girl, who has morbid interests.)

[tonks-21]

Larissa Weems dating headcanons | Ikea date hcs | +18 | Wednesday | Corvey’s chest

Tw: +18

Content: fluff

• At first, she didn’t even know this type of date existed

• She’s a car talker. Also enjoys silence, but she likes to have a conversation while let the sight change every second

• Larissa did never step into an Ikea💀

• If she did it was to take a package or buy a big thing, because it was for sure some furniture already noted on her phone

• Well now to the date

• She is so cute

• Cute at the level of following you as a puppy

• Because she doesn’t know where is anything and is actually surprised there are that much things

• And she likes and admires how you are that well-oriented there (or just following the flow unbothered)

• This woman likes when you ask her for her opinion on something

• Would laugh if you change the position of those small wood puppets or pose excessively next to something like candles

• And would take you a photo while laughing

• She likes the calm and cool spirit you are there

• And the fact that even with a headphone on, you would pay attention to her and her comments

• She would find cute that you like old-fashioned things

• Would get tired after a while but continue following you anyway with a smile printed on her face

• So cute 🥹

• Likes to see you in a more relaxed and comfortable outfit

• Likes seeing couples and people with kids searching for babies stuff

• She wants to do that with you someday if you feel the same

• If you see someone you don’t like, she would let you use her as a shield (bc i mean she’s tall as fuck-)

• Takes some photos of furniture and stuff she would like to have in your future house together

• When you ask her/ she tells you is flustered and excited about it

• In the end she thinks it was refreshing for her.

• She insists on buying some flowers for her office, but when you two get them, she gives them to you with a “It was a strange but cute date. I loved it. Thank you, darling”

[ahsfan05]

could i request a whats it’s like to date marilyn thornhill x fem reader headcannons?

Marilyn Thornhill x Reader Headcanons

Description: basically what dating Marilyn Thornhill would be like.

Warning(s): mentions of nsfw

Note(s): Hi anon, I'm sorry this took a while! She is not a murderer or psycho for the sake of these head canons lol. (Also this has not been proofread so there may be some errors present.)

Word count: 572 words

Marilyn strikes me as an incredibly touchy and clingy lover.

She is extremely possessive (and jealous), so does NOT like it when others touch what’s hers.

She always has to be touching you; whether it’s holding your hand, looping her arm through your own, placing her hand on your thigh, or placing an arm around your waist.

If someone else flirts with you she will definitely make it clear that you’re taken. She will just start making out with you.

She loves to cuddle and be held, especially on rainy days. She finds the sound of rain deeply calming and peaceful.

She loves to curl up on your lap, each of you with your own book. Just enjoying being in each other’s company. She could get lost in a book for hours at a time.

She is a hopeless romantic and adores showering you with love and affection. She also gives the most amazing gifts.

She definitely gets in the mood appreciates it when you do romantic things for her, such as, taking her out for a candlelit dinner, running her a bath with her favourite bath salts and scents to help her unwind, or greeting her at the door with a glass of wine and a kiss after and especially stressful day.

She shows her love by giving you flowers with secret meanings, whether it’s for a special occasion or “just because”.

Marilyn would bring carnivorous plants home from work often- all the time if we’re honest!

Her home office is filled to the brim with plants, with lots of pot plants scattered all over her desk.

She spends a lot of time at Nevermore, so she loves it when you pay her little visits. Sometimes you surprise her with flowers (not that she needs more) on special occasions, or bring things she might have forgotten at home.

Most mornings you go to the Weathervane together so that she can get her morning matcha latte and you can get something for yourself.

After you both get your drinks, you share a kiss goodbye and head in opposite directions to your respective jobs.

Since she usually works long hours at Nevermore, you usually arrive home first, but once she arrives at home, she fills you in on her day and tells you cute little stories about what her students especially Wednesday have been up to.

A few little things you love about her: the way her face absolutely lights up when she talks about her job, how her nose crinkles when she laughs, and how beautiful she looks when she ties her hair up (come on, it would be really sexy).

She finds bliss in doing ordinary domestic things with you. For example, she loves cooking dinner together, it’s even become an evening routine. (And an excuse to spend more time with you.)

She is still very touchy when sleeping, though I think she is the little spoon (I know this for a fact, though I don’t know why. But I do not need to explain myself and am not taking criticism at this time lol).

She loves wearing your clothes, especially when she accompanies her students on school outings, or has to travel. She hates being away from you, so she finds it comforting. She also douses whatever clothing she steals in tons of your perfume/cologne. On the other hand, when you wear her clothes she gets really hot and bothered.