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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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Sick day in the dorm

Pairings: Principal Weems x Student!reader (platonic) || Marilyn Thornhill x Student!reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: Reader doesn’t show up for class, so Weems and Thornhill grow concerned. What happens when your too sick to let them into your dorm?

TW: Throwing up, fainting, general illness stuff,

A/n First Wednesday Addams fandom fic!!!

Ms Thornhill was growing concerned. It was almost twenty minutes into her lesson, and you were still not here. Pausing the lesson to glare at the empty seat in the back of the classroom she decided to ask.

“Has anyone seen Ms L/n today?” She said watching heads snap up from textbooks around the classroom. Her frown only deepened when she heard a chorus of ‘no’s’ come from the class.

“If it helps Ms Thornhill… Y/n hasn’t shown up to any classes all day.” Enid said and Ms Thornhill’s feeling worsened.

“How come it hasn’t been reported?” She said. Enid simply shrugged.

“None of the other teachers noticed.” She replied and Ms Thornhill’s concern grew. It was almost the fifth lesson of the day; you should have shown some signs of life. She shoved her worries down, she would go check your dorm after class, she had a planning period next she could spare.

As the rest of the lesson passed, she got rid of her nervous energy by watering the various plants around the room. When class finally finished, she dismissed the students and folded all of her papers and placed them in her desk. Taking a quick glance around the classroom to ensure it would be ok until she returned, she left the room and locked the door behind her.

Walking down the halls to your dorm the school was quiet as the students had one more class until lunch. She rounded the corner until she was stood in front of your dorm door. You had a single dorm which despite being uncommon seemed to work quite well for you as you often needed your own space to recharge your social battery. Drawing a breath, she knocked on the door, frowning at the following silence.

“Ms L/n if you are in there, please let me in. Your absence is unacceptable.” Again, there was no response.

“If you don’t respond soon, I will enter.” She said knowing it was her responsibility to make sure you were safe. With no response she tried the door handle cursing softly when she found it locked.

After a minute she tried knocking again. This time she heard some shuffling inside indicating you were alive at least. After a moment the shuffling stopped, and she heard a loud bang. Knowing it was now imperative to get to you she called through the door again.

“Y/n sit tight I’ll be right back; I’m going to get the key.” She said hurriedly and raced off to principle weems office. Luckily your dorm wasn’t too far from her office. Which wasn’t surprising as you weren’t the most obedient student. You did well academically but were a royal pain in the ass when it came to your pranks and troublemaking.

Rounding a few more corners Ms Thornhill knocked in quick succession on the principle's door.

A soft “come in” sounded from inside and she burst in startling the principle.

“Marilyn what’s the meaning of this?” She asked raising a brow. Ms Thornhill braced her hands on her knees panting as Weems rounded her desk to place a hand on her back.

“Breathe Marilyn.” She said growing concerned. “Whats the matter?”

“Its… Y/n” she panted and the principle grimaced.

“What has she done now?”

“Not what… what she hasn’t done.” She caught her breath as the principle frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“She hasn’t been present in her classes all day and I went to her dorm to get her its locked. I heard shuffling and then a bang. I don’t think she’s ok.” She said and weems frowned.

“Come then.” She said motioning for Marilyn to follow as she walked briskly to you room, keys in hand. As she got closer, she fiddled with the keys to find the right one. The clicking of her heels stopped in front of your door.

“Ms L/n you are to let us in, or we will enter with the key.” Weems said needing to warn you. With no response Weems placed the key in the lock and listened for the small click as the mechanism turned over. Gently opening the door, she peered in not seeing you. Opening the door, the rest of the way she caught sight of you sprawled out on the floor by the desk unconscious.

“Y/N!” principle weems called and rushed over to your side, crouching in heels. Ms Thornhill was close behind as she sat behind you and pulled your head into her lap as she cradled your body.

“She feels quite warm Larissa.” She said and the principle shuffled to a kneeling position as she laid the back of her hand against your damp forehead. She hummed in agreement. After a moment to gauge your temperate she began to rub a soothing hand up and down your exposed arm.

“Y/n/n darling you need to wake up hun.” She said moving to tap your cheek. You looked exhausted. Dressed only in your sleep attire of a large, oversized T-shirt and boxers with little stars on them. The two teachers were unbothered more focused on ensuring you were ok.

“Larissa, do you know why she may have passed out?”

“Most likely due to her high fever. We will need to measure it and get her into bed once she wakes up. Until then i don’t want to move her.” Weems said as she gently pressed her hand to your cheek again to check the temperature of your skin. She frowned at the heat she felt. Moving to rub your arm again she began trying to rouse you again.

“Y/n/n wake up darling. You need to wake up for us love.” She said and watched your eyes screw up tight.

“There we go. Come on darling you can do it.” She said and squeezed your bicep as you blinked and squinted. Closing your eyes quickly and groaning.

“There we are. Welcome back darling. You gave us quite a scare.” She said knowing the worst wasn’t yet over until they had tamed your raging fever.

“Come here darling.” She said and placed an arm under your legs and back to lift you into a princess carry. Gently she sat on your unmade bed and swung her legs over, so you rested across her body.

“Marilyn could you please grab some medicine from the nurse and a wet rag?” The principle asked and Ms Thornhill nodded and left briskly.

“Hmm why didn’t you come find one of us darling?” Weems ask as she brushed the damp curls from your forehead. You mumbled something incoherent, and she chuckled as you buried your face in her stomach as you were completely unaware of what you were doing in your fevered state. Weems patted the back of your head and said softly.

“You're not so much of a troublemaker now are you darling? Hmm? This fever seems to make you quite the snuggler. your much less of a problem like this aren’t you darling?” She said and you hummed in agreement not really knowing what you were agreeing to. She chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.

“It's alright. Ms Thornhill will be back soon, and we can get some medicine into you darling.” She said and as if summoned, the teacher in question entered and handed over some tablets and a glass of water before going into the ensuite to dampen the rag.

After coaxing you into taking the medicine and pressing the glass to your lips the principle guided you head back into the crook of her arm. She pressed the thermometer to your temple as it beeped, she frowned.

“Marilyn? Do you have that rag? She’s far too hot. 102.8” she said, and you winced. “Sorry love.” She said softly as she stroked your cheek which was radiating heat. The normie teacher emerged and draped the cool cloth over your forehead as you whined at the cold contact. Weems shushed you.

“I know, i know darling but it will help.” She said pulling your hand away from where you tried to remove the cloth. She held you hand and looked back up at the other teacher. You rolled over into weems more and wrapped your arms around her midsection muttering something that sounded suspiciously like the word mama. Weems elected to ignore the slip up and began to talk in hushed tones with Ms Thornhill. You were incoherent and needed to be attended to.

The nurse was simply on call for the day meaning she wasn’t scheduled for a whole day whereas you would need constant surveillance in order to get rid of the fever that was tearing through you. You shivered in her arms and weems patted you back as you curled into her more looking for warmth. She winced at the heat; you were burning up. She pulled you away for a second ignoring your whine to check you temp again with her hand. She hummed. Before she could say something, you sat up looking pale as the cloth fell from your forehead and into the principles lap.

The normie teacher recognised the look all too well and was quick to grab the empty bin by your desk before darting back to place it in your lap. After a second you gagged and buried your face in the bin. Your hand gripped onto the bin tightly as Weems placed a hand on the bin to steady it, her eyes widening as you began to actually throw up. She rubbed you back while Ms Thornhill whispered words of reassurance as you were sick.

“It’s alright, its ok Y/n/n. Everything’s ok.” She said as you began to cry, confused and sick from the fever. After minute the gagging stopped, and you flopped back against principle weems shoulder burying you face in her neck. Ms Thornhill who you hadn’t seen leave handed you a small cap of mouthwash as you swished it around and spat it into the bin.

The teacher wordlessly took the bin to the bathroom after ensuring you were done. Weems pulled you back into her lap on the bed as Ms Thornhill washed out the bin in the shower without complaint. After a moment lying in her arms Weems replaced the cloth which was still cool somehow and watched your eyes flicker shut.

“Sleep now Y/n I’ll be here when you wake darling, I’m not going anywhere.”

She said and you fell asleep there on your bed in your nightclothes in the arms of your principle with your botany teacher cleaning out your vomit from a bin in your bathroom. Forget fever dreams your life was insane.

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sarahpaulsonsoftie · 1 year ago

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(Not such a) Bad Idea

Larissa Weems X reader-

Songfic based on bad idea by girl in red, loosely. Reader is a final year university student and often frequents the Weathervane for their impeccable coffee (it’s just for the free Wi-Fi). Larissa is the principal of Nevermore academy and often frequents the Weathervane for their impeccable coffee (it’s just for the peace and quiet).

Two dumb gays in love and Marilyn meddles.

Huge thank you to @h-doodles who majorly helped me with the plotline with this one. Honestly cannot thank you enough, I hope it meets your expectations :) <3

It was a typical Thursday Morning for you, early enough for the Weathervane to be open, which meant you could claim a booth and work on your thesis statement. Typically, the weathervane was a quite café but for some reason, today it was packed and there was no seating available elsewhere.

Just as you had frequented the café, there was also an extremely tall lady, with ocean blue eyes and always wearing pristine clothing. You would often catch her eyes and she would smile at you, which would make you feel like you were going to faint. God, to see that smile in the morning would give you enough motivation to get through the day, and you would yearn for it long after she was gone.

Almost as if your thoughts had summoned her, in she stepped, noticing how busy it was and she approached the counter, giving her order. Her order is placed in front of her, and you notice her eyes wander around the café and eventually her eyes lock with yours.

You do your best to hide the fact you were staring by turning your focus onto your laptop, a flush growing on your cheeks.

“Hello.” You hear a British accent say and you look up, almost fainting because the woman who you had just been staring at has approached you. Oh my god, she’s British. “Is there any chance I could share a booth with you? Its quite busy in here today.”

“Oh- Yeah, of course, I don’t mind!” You say, probably too enthaustically, but she doesn’t comment and instead you decide to offer up your name “I’m Y/N.” You smile.

The woman smiles wider at you, “Larissa.” She returns, and you feel your face flush. Oh my god, even her name is ethereal. You grin as you turn back and begin to type away.

Moment’s pass, before your eyes raise to see Larissa watching you curiously, and you feel yourself blushing. Larissa takes a sip of her drink before nodding her head to your laptop.

“What are you working on?” Larissa enquires, as her eyes crinkle with her smile. You nearly stop breathing at the realization that she’s speaking to you.

“Me? Oh, uhm, nothing interesting, just my thesis statement for Uni.” You smile and Larissa rolls her eyes lightly with a smirk.

“Of course, it’s not interesting, otherwise you wouldn’t be staring at me every time I come in.” Larissa teases and you feel your ears grow hot, and your eyes grow wide in shock.

“Oh, sorry! I mean no offence!” You say urgently, realizing you’re probably embarrassing yourself even. You try to focus back on your laptop, hoping the floor will swallow you up. Larissa lightly pushes your laptop so its half closed.

“Oh, believe me, it’s quite the compliment actually.” She states with a smile before chuckling. “Gosh, its going to sound rather silly but sometimes, I hope to see you staring to figure out if I’ve made the right outfit choice.”

You’re certain if you blush anymore, you will faint. “Oh, I bet you’d still look good in a trash bag.” You manage to say before you can stop yourself and Larissa chuckles, and you smile yourself.

“Well, Y/N, thank you for that wonderful insight. I’m sure my wardrobe will thank you.” Larissa smiles before checking her watch. “I suppose it’s time for me to leave. Goodluck with your thesis, Y/N.”

Larissa stands to leave and begins to turn away and looks at you again, “You’ll be here tomorrow?” She asks and all you can do is nod.

Friday morning couldn’t have come quicker for you, and you excitedly sit down in your booth, jittering with excitement as you see Larissa enter. You lock eyes with her, and she smiles at you from across the café. You open your laptop and at least try to pretend that you are focused on something other than her.

Larissa grabs her order and sits opposite you in your booth, and you smile at each other.

“Morning.” You smile, looking up from your laptop and Larissa is wearing a sage green dress with a golden chain necklace, complete with a golden watch and you swear you can faint. “I suppose you didn’t feel like wearing a trash bag today, huh?” You joke, your face flushing.

Larissa chuckles lightly and she has you enchanted by the sound. She takes a sip from a drink as she raises her brow at you.

“Oh please, you’re too nice to me.” Larissa states and you take a sip of your own coffee before you close your laptop. Larissa looks at you questioningly, “Off for the day?”

“Oh, no. I’m gonna be here for a while but there’s no point in pretending anything else has my attention when you’re sitting in front of me.” You grin, you have no idea where the confidence has come from, but you decide that since Larissa has decided to sit with you for a second time, it’s the confidence you need.

Larissa chuckles again and smirks at you again. “Careful, you might convince me to never leave.”

You grin at her cheekily, you’re sure your cheeks are flushed but you decide to ignore and begin to speak, “you say that as if it’s a bad thing. Perhaps I don’t want you to.” You say, and Larissa smiles before taking another sip.

“You never told me what your thesis was on.” She states and shuffles somewhat close to you, and you look down at your laptop before looking back up at her.

“Like I said yesterday, nothing too interesting. But I’m currently writing about Rene Descartes influence on modern philosophy, seeing as some consider him the father of modern philosophy.” You say and roll your eyes.

“Ah, and this does not interest you?” Larissa questions, her hands finding themselves onto the table.

“It’s not so much that it doesn't interest me, but I am not too keen on modern philosophies, I know, I know, they paved the way for society today, especially with the way he connected geometry and Algebra, but I suppose at heart, I’m more of an ancient Greek gal.” You say with a light grin, and Larissa looks intently at you, a light smile on her lips. “Sorry, I’m boring you.” You say, and Larissa’s hand reaches out to touch your arm.

“No, I find it quite refreshing how passionate you are.” Larissa states and her hand doesn’t move from your arm, you grin up at her.

“Soo, what about you? What do you do?” You ask and Larissa smiles a tight smile before looking up at you.

“I’m the principal of Nevermore academy.” She says proudly and she watches as your eyebrows furrow together, and she removes her hand from your arm, anticipating some sort of backlash.

“Nevermore? I don’t think I’ve—Oh! Nevermore, the academy for outcasts? Wait, sorry, is outcast the right word? I dunno if I got that right, erm but yeah, I’m sorry if that’s offensive! But also, principal? That’s awesome!” You say, and watch as Larissa breathes a sigh of relief, and you eye her curiously.

“Yes, outcast is the correct term. Although, some would not consider it ‘awesome’, but I suppose that’s their problem.” Larissa states and you look at her.

“Some people just like hating people.” You state, “Like how some people hate me cause I’m gay, but I think that sort of hate just makes you more accepting. But you being the principal of Nevermore academy is awesome.” You smile comfortingly, as you place your hand hesitantly onto Larissa’s.

Larissa checks her watch and frowns before looking at you. “I’m sorry, darling but its time for me to go back to the academy.” Larissa says before standing, “May I see your phone?” She asks and you nod, handing her your unlocked phone, she types in something before handing it back to you with a smile.

“You have my number now, message me if you get bored with your thesis. I hope I can help with the boredom.” Larissa smiles, hesitating slightly before placing a kiss on your cheek. She then begins to leave, looking over her shoulder before waving with a smile.

Okay, so she called you darling, and then kissed your cheek, and THEN gave you, her number. You can die happily now.

You submit your thesis statement draft Friday evening and take out your phone to find the contact Larissa saved. You click onto it and begin to type out a message.

‘I submitted my thesis draft.’ You type and send almost immediately, excited to finally have a reason to message Larissa.

You see the read icon almost immediately and then the typing icon. You stay on the chat and watch intently as the typing icon appears and disappears three times before the message comes through.

‘Does this mean I won’t see your beautiful face in the morning now?’ Is the response and you squeal, squeal. Squeal at the response. You begin to type out your response.

‘No, luckily for you, and unluckily for me, it was only the draft, I still have to submit the real thing ☹’ You type back ‘Plenty of boredom on my part still, and many mornings left in the weathervane.’

‘I suppose you’re not too busy to attend the Harvest festival with me next weekend?’ Is what Larissa says and you swear you feel as if you can faint, this woman is too much and you love it.

‘only if you promise I can win you a prize.’ You respond and there is a grin on your face.

The weekend and week pass quite quickly and eventually the day of the harvest festival arrives. You and Larissa had been in the Weathervane nearly every single morning, except for Sunday, because you decided to take the day to have a break, due to Larissa’s encouragement.

You are dressed already, after much changing and tweaking but you decided on your final outfit change that it would have to do otherwise you would drive yourself crazy.

You pull out your phone and begin to type out a message to Larissa ‘hey, did you want to meet out front?’

You place your shoes on and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You look to see Larissa has messaged ‘Nonsense, I’m outside yours, we can walk there together.’

Your stomach does butterflies as you almost sprint to your front door and open it and see Larissa standing there holding two cups of coffee. You shut your door as you look up at her and nearly choke on your own breath.

She’s wearing a light green dress that cuts off just off above her knee, hugging her in all the right places, and a matching jacket, her hair pinned up in its usual pristine style.

“Hi.” You say, nervously shuffling on your feet and Larissa smiles lightly before stepping closer and handing you your coffee before kissing you on your cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She smiles, as she pulls back. Your cheeks feel hot, and you look up at her through your eyelashes. “You look absolutely divine.”

“Me?” You manage to say, before looking down at your feet, “What about you?” You ask.

Larissa’s hand cups underneath your chin, as she brings your eyes up to meet hers, a smirk playing on her lips “Where’s the shyness come from, darling? Did I make the right outfit choice?”

“You look like a goddess.” You say, and Larissa grins down at you. You move your eyes away from hers and Larissa lets go of your chin.

“A goddess? That’s a new one.” She smiles and takes your hand into hers as you begin to walk. “Is that from all your university study? Is that where you’ve learnt to sweet talk?”

“Oh, no, it’s not sweet talk if it’s the truth.” You smile shyly up at Larissa and she grins at you, before taking a sip of her own coffee.

It’s a few hours into the night and you and Larissa have been endlessly flirting, lingering touches, longing looks.

You manage to catch a glimpse of a game booth that would let you win prizes, and you grab Larissa’s hand and excitedly pull her towards it, and you look back at her with a grin.

“I believe I promised to win you a prize.” You say and Larissa’s arm wraps around your shoulder.

“You don’t have spend so much time trying to win me a prize, when you’re already here next to me.” Larissa states and you look at her, and bite your lip, trying to ignore the heat that flushed throughout your body.

“I promised.” You repeat and Larissa’s eyes soften as she lets you wander off to the stall. She watches as you speak to the man running the booth and laugh along with him, and you look back towards her with a grin. She’s standing a distance away from you, not wanting to approach, content in watching your excitement.

She watches as the man hands you the throwing balls and you throw the first one, knocking down nearly half off the cans down. She watches as you grin and look back towards her and Larissa cannot help the yearn in her heart.

Your second throw leaves only one can left, and she watches how your tongue sticks out in concentration on your last throw and Larissa grins as you get the last can on the last throw, you jump excitedly and the man running the booth allows you to pick out your prize.

You throw another glance towards Larissa with a smile as you pick out your prize, her prize, and hide it behind your back as you make your way back towards her.

“That was impressive.” Larissa grins and you look up at her with a huge smile. You move your hands from behind your back, showing two matching bear keychains.

“I picked this cause, even if I’m not with you, or you’re not with me, you’ll see it and be reminded of me.” You say and hold out one to her, keeping the other for yourself.

Larissa doesn’t say anything as she takes the keychain from your hand and stares at for a moment before her hand is on your cheek and crashing your lips together.

You respond to the kiss immediately, and Larissa’s hands find your hips before she pulls away and rests her forehead against yours.

“I think we should go back to yours.” She says, slightly out of breath and you nod in agreement, speechless over this woman.

When you wake the next morning, Larissa’s arms are wrapped around your waist and you smile softly before checking the time. 07:04am. You shuffle so you’re facing Larissa and she looks even more beautiful than you could have imagined. Her hair is undone from it’s usual style, laying bare into the pillows underneath it, her face is bare from any makeup and you’re close enough to see every freckle that has graced her face.

Larissa stirs slightly before opening her eyes and looking at you. “Morning, sweetheart.” She says, her voice laced in sleep. Her hand reaches up to your cheek and she places a light kiss to your lips. “Do you know what the time is?”

“Oh, its just passed 7.” You say, leaning into Larissa’s touch. Larissa’s eyes widen in shock before she’s making her way out your bed quickly, speeding to pick up her clothes that are strewn about from the previous. “What’s wrong?”

“I have a meeting with the mayor at 8! Did you see where I put my phone?” She asks and you take it from the nightstand and hand it to her. “Thank you.”

There is a slight nervousness to her nature that you shrug off due to her being late, you get out of the bed and watch as she gets dressed quickly, amazed at how she can pull herself together so quickly.

“Where are you meeting him?” You ask Larissa, standing in front behind her as she uses your mirror to fix her hair into its usual style. She turns back to look at you, her hands pausing their movements.

“At a café in Burlington, I left my car at the academy, so I’ll have to get a taxi.” Larissa says, stepping closer to you. “I’ll message you.” She says, before kissing your cheek and leaving.

Days pass and you have yet to hear anything back from Larissa. You had left her a message, in which she had just read and not responded. You take the hint, no matter how much it hurts, and you do not attempt to message her.

It’s Wednesday morning and you’re sitting in your usual booth. You notice how Larissa hasn’t come in during the mornings anymore. You sigh lightly as you take out your flash drive and spare a glance to the bear keychain you had attached to it.

A shadow darkens your laptop and you feel hope swell in your chest, at the possibility of it being Larissa but as you see another figure, a lady in which you hadn’t seen before at this time of the morning, who had red hair and was wearing glasses, along with a baby blue cardigan over a summery dress. You smile lightly.

“Hi.” She says, almost nervously. “May I sit here?” She asks, and you look around the café and notice hoe the seating is unusually full. You nod and smile. “I’m Marilyn.”

“Y/N.” You return, with a shy smile. You try to focus on your work but notice the lady, Marilyn, staring at you. You bring your eyes up to meet hers and she smiles softly.

“What are you working on, Y/N?” Marilyn asks and you look at your laptop. Déjà vu from the first time you and Larissa spoke. You frown lightly and look back towards her.

“Just my thesis for Uni.” You return, shortly. You don’t mean to come across as rude but you know that the last time you had been nice to someone sitting with you at the booth, you had a one night stand, and she avoided you since.

Yet, your heart still yearned for. Marilyn’s eyebrows furrow together as she watches you together, throwing a glance at your bear keychain.

“I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you seem quite upset.” Marilyn states and you bite the inside of your cheeks. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but since I’m just a stranger, it might be nice to talk about.” Marilyn shrugs lightly, taking a sip of her drink, and you notice it in a to go cup.

You sigh, contemplating and decide that it would be nice to talk about it. “I, uh, met someone. I thought we were getting along great, we went to the harvest festival together, she kissed me, and then we went back to mine together. I haven’t heard from her since, haven’t seen her since even though she usually comes here in the morning.” You admit, and Marilyn looks at you comfortingly.

“I have a friend, who’s in somewhat of a similar situation.” Marilyn states, “Well, not exactly the same, kind of the opposite, and she’s the avoider. But she did so for a reason.”

You close your laptop and look at Marilyn whose hands are resting on the table and Marilyn smiles softly, looking at you with warm eyes.

“What reason would that be?” You ask, taking a sip of your drink, before avoiding her eyes.

“Well, see the person she was seeing was quite a bit younger than her, and after they got together, she just felt insecure about her age, about the difference in the stages of their lives. I mean, my friend has her career and knows that she wants to stay in her job for the rest of her life, but she confessed to me that the person she was seeing hasn’t even finished studying yet. She’s scared that this person won’t wanna be with her once she realizes the difference.” Marilyn says and you watch her, your eyes feel as if they’re growing wet. You don’t say anything immediately, noticing the similarities.

“Well, has she asked the person she’s seeing? Cause, you know, the woman I was seeing was quite the bit older than me and that was never a problem for me.” You shrug before sighing again. “Guess she just wanted some fun. It was a bad idea.”

Marilyn nods along, listening to what you say before checking her phone for the time. “I’ve gotta go now, will you be here tomorrow?" She asks and you nod.

A week passes and you and Marilyn become quite close friends, often giving each other separate advice. It’s evening time for as you type away on your laptop, its nearing closing time but you have just one more argument to write before you can leave.

You hear the door to the café open and you look up, seeing Larissa enter. Almost immediately, her eyes are locking with yours and you look back at your laptop, saving the file and closing it up before you get up to leave.

You make it halfway to the exit before you hear your name being called. “Y/N!” Larissa says, taking long strides, and you look back towards her, moving back slightly as she stands in front of you.

“Oh, hi.” You say, before pulling out your phone, pretending to check the time. “I’ve got to go, but it was nice seeing you.” You say, with a fake smile.

You turn around and leave the café, making sure you do not glance back, yet you yearn to, to turn around and you hope that Larissa will call out your name, but your heart drops as you walk down the street, and she still hasn’t called out your name.

You feel used. You feel sad and used. Did what you have mean nothing to you?

Unbeknownst to you, Larissa watches you leave, her hands gripping onto the keychain you had won for her, her cheeks growing wet as she realizes how much she has hurt you.

The weekend arrives and Marilyn invites you out to a bar, just for a friendly drink she had said. You enter the bar, which lighting is low and you notice Marilyn is at the bar, grabbing drinks and you approach her with a small grin.

“Hi, Marilyn.” You smile and Marilyn grins at you, looking up at you from over her glasses. You notice her taking two drinks from the bartender and thanking him, you furrow your eyebrows at her in confusion as Marilyn smiles.

“Hi, Y/N. I hope you don’t mind, but I invited another one of my friends.” Marilyn smirks, and hands you one of the drinks she has ordered. It’s a glass of red wine and you smile at her taking a sip.

“That’s fine, any friend of yours is a friend of mine.” You smile, and Marilyn grins as she leads you to a table, your eyes are more focused on the bar, and you almost bump into Marilyn as she stops, grinning like a fool as she looks at you.

You move your eyes to the table and to your absolute surprise, Larissa is sitting there is a low-cut dress and her usual golden chain. She stands once she sees you. “Y/N.” She says and you look at her.

“Hi, Larissa.” You say, slightly tense, and Marilyn places her drink on the table. She shuffles slightly before speaking.

“I see you two have already met, which is great because I need the bathroom.” She grins and she rushes away.

“Wait, Marilyn!” You call after her, and she ignores you, as she walks through a crowd. You look back to Larissa and swallow. Jesus, even when you’re mad at her, she still has the ability to make you speechless. You frown as you connect the dots. “You’re the friend Marilyn was telling me about?” You ask, and Larissa steps closer to you. You don’t back away this time, and Larissa takes this a win.

“So that means, you are also the friend that Marilyn was telling me about.” Larissa says and her eyes soften. Her hands find yours slowly, in fear of you pulling away. You don’t and Larissa breathes a sigh of relief before speaking, “I never wanted to use you for fun, Y/N. I just—What I felt- what I feel- is very real and I was scared you’d think I was too old for you.”

You step closer to Larissa, looking up at her through your eyelashes. “I never would have thought that.” You say softly, and Larissa removes her hands from yours, placing them onto your hips. “I was, I am, falling for you, Larissa. You hurt me.” You say, and your cheeks grow hot as Larissa’s grip on you tightens.

“I am sorry, sweetheart. It was never my intention. But after I left yours in a hurry, I thought, I thought, you wouldn’t want to see me because of the workload I have, and I though you might’ve wanted more excitement.” Larissa says, her face coming closer to yours, “But, I have to admit that I am falling- No, I am in love with you, I’m in love with the excitement that radiates from you, the shyness that have when you see me, the passion you have for university, and the I love you.” Larissa confesses, her breath tickiling your lips.

You breath hitches as you close your eyes, before opening them again to see Larissa’s ocean blue eyes staring into your soul. “I’m in love with you too. I love hoe passionate you are about your career, I love how much you care about your students, I love the way you always make me feel so nervous.” You say and Larissa brings your lips together, in a soft, caring, loving, passionate kiss.

You eventually pull away and rest your foreheads together. In the distance you hear Marilyn yell. You both look over towards her as she’s grinning madly before she shouts, “I did it!”

You and Larissa look at each other before giggling.

Fin

#larissa weems x reader #wednesday #larissa weems imagine #larrisa weems #omg these bitches gay #fluff #fluffy asf #nearly died writing this #platonic marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #marilyn is not laurel

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illegal-heartbreaker · 2 years ago

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Hi okay so I think I requested something like this a while back though I have forgotten what account I requested it on and I’ve never seen it get written so I thought I’d request it again here 😓 can I request a Larissa x reader x Marilyn where they are in an established relationship but the public only knows about Larissa and Marilyn being together for the sake of image or something. Reader has been fine with their arrangement but lately they’ve been feeling neglected and they don’t like that Larissa and Marilyn can be all lovey dovey in public but they have to keep their distance. Reader starts pulling away from the other two but they don’t really notice because so much has been going on with the Rave’n and other events. They only notice when they realize that reader’s things aren’t in their shared room anymore. They confront reader and reader gets mad and cries but they fix things in the end. Thanks!

two's a crowd and three's a party (l. weems & marilyn thornhill)

summary: req above !

relationship: larissa weems x reader x marilyn thornhill

extra/warning: fighting, implied suicidal ideation & confrontation

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You couldn't help but acknowledge the small amount of jealousy that pooled in your throat whenever your girlfriends held hands in public. It had always been easy to brush off, because you knew that it was for Larissa's sake but it was getting harder to believe as time went on and you started seeing less of the two of them.

Volunteering for Jericho duty was something you regretted as of this moment. Stood with two students trying to work out where a shop they were looking for was, you couldn't help but look over at your partners as they sat together on a bench

"Thank you for your help Ms Y/L/N!"

"No problem, enjoy." You call out to them, moving your gaze back onto the couple who was now approaching you. Clenching your jaw, you swing around and walk off, not wanting to interact with them at all.

Walking away from them, a wave of guilt washes over you. Wanting to turn around and go and hug them, though you knew Larissa wouldn't want that. Marching through the pain, you make it to the Weathervane and sit in the furtherest booth turning yourself invisible.

Silent tears fall down your cheeks, your pent up emotions finally being released but no matter the tears that fell, you'd never be able to go public with your partners -if you could even call them that nowadays.

Lifting your head to see who just walked through the door, your breath hitches as you see Larissa standing there.

"Ms Weems, Is everything okay?" One of the younger baristas asks looking over at her from the front counter.

"Ms Y/L/N, did she come in here?"

"yes! she went and sat in that booth but somehow left without me noticing, sorry." The young girl apologises, pointing to where you sat. The thought to run goes through your head but you can't move, not when you see Larissa walking towards, nor when you realise she was texting someone- Marilyn.

"Y/N, I know you're there." She sighs sliding in across from you. nothing is the response, "I'm not an idiot, I saw you enter the cafè."

"no, go away." you whisper, another tear threatening to spill.

"reveal yourself, we can work this out dear."

"You cannot act as if one minute I'm not there and the next i'm here." You yell, the layer of invisibility removing itself from you, not realising that Marilyn had now entered the building.

"You didn't notice that I moved rooms!" Pausing to look over at Marilyn who stood at the end of the table looking at you with pity.

"It's been two weeks! two whole weeks and you hadn't noticed, so tell me how we can work this out." Standing up, you walk out of the café with one final glare.

Days passed and nobody from Nevermore saw you, your classes were taken over by Larissa. The door to your room remained bolted, with no response to each knock that was given to it. Until a week exactly passed, when one of your high achieving students went to check on you and the door was open just a smidge.

Larissa's door was almost broken down when the students came into her office. "Principal Weems! It's Ms Y/L/N, somethings happened." The alarmed look on the Principals face, as she stood worried the students.

"Tell Miss Thornhill to meet me down in Ms Y/L/Ns quarters." It was a race with the clock, students parting as their Principal and Botanic teacher ran.

"Y/N, I'm coming in." Larissa yells out to you reaching you first, pushing the door open to see you sitting on your balcony overlooking the lake. Stepping back at the sight, her heart cracks.

"step away from the ledge, my raven, let us talk." You spin around with a sad smile playing on your lips.

"hello larissa, wheres your girlfriend?" You take a step back as she takes a step towards you.

"I'm here." Marilyn announces as she moves in next to Larissa, eyes widening when she sees the scene before her.

"Y/N, we'll sit down here, if you sit down over there." She offers, lowering herself onto the floor pulling Larissa down with her. Reluctantly you follow her lead and sit down where you stood.

"listen to us. we knew you moved but we didn't bring it up because we assumed you wanted some space away from us." the pleading tone clear in her voice, a tear slips down your cheek for the hundredth time today.

"space away from you? i never have time with you so I don't know why i'd need to get away from you." You laugh bitterly staring at them.

"y/n, i'm-" marilyn starts before getting a sharp nudge to her ribs. "WE'RE sorry, we understand if you don't want to forgive us but please think about it."

Quietness ensues, and minutes pass before you stand up and turn away from them, looking over the edge and into the depths of the water.

"yes, it hurts. yes, i realise that you both need to keep you appearances up. but no matter how much i get hurt, i can't stop loving you both." you confess, turning back to them and step into the room.

"fuck appearances." Larissa speaks up, pulling you down onto the bed with her. "never letting you go again." marilyn says falling down onto the bed on the other side of you.

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cherryxsapphic · 1 year ago

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𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵 🍰

Okay so this is my first time doing this, so sorry if she's a bit ooc, because I only watched Wednesday once LMAO 💗

Hope you enjoy <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Miss Marilyn Thornhill Is the most affectionate person on earth. Like literally she's always touching you no matter what, whether it’s a hand on your shoulder as she’s passing by or a hand on the small of your back leading you somewhere. Also be prepared for the onslaught of flowers heading your way because Miss Marilyn does not hold back, every single flower picked out with utmost care, each representing you in every way, prepared in a lovely bouquet and with a personal love note attached.

“You’re a red rose, piercing my heart with your enduring love.”

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Literally the embodiment of a mom friend!! She is always there for you, also she is incredibly sweet, always always there to listen to your troubles and or help you with any problems even if it seems impossible on your end. Also I feel like Marilyn would be one of those friends that has like a big purse that's filled with a first aid kit, a nutri-grain bar, you name it! Also you'll most likely become friends when you mention your interest in her plants, because those things are her babies literally.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Baby girl is touch starved so she literally adores cuddling or anything that involves being close to you. Marilyn would most likely want to be the big spoon, because she just loves the idea of holding you close in her arms. but she also doesn't mind being a little spoon, especially on stressful days. To be honest she will literally snuggle/cuddle you anywhere and once she's comfy in whatever position she prefers, girly pop is gone (AKA fast asleep) nothing will wake her unless you move.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, yes, Marilyn would at some point. She likes the idea of a life with you, and considering her family broke apart leaving her alone, the thought is comforting. Marilyn is… decent at cooking, to say the least. She can whip up simple meals, though it takes her a while to adjust to cooking for another person, having been on her own for so long. Cleaning is another story, she's a bit of an airhead and will track in mud from outside when she's gardening. Her notes will be occasionally scattered, because she's always getting interrupted by somebody or something. But she'll make it up, she usually tidies after herself, or she'll look at her mess with a sheepish smile, then proceed to clean it up.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You and Marilyn's break up would be absolutely tragic, you wouldn't even know why it happened, the only thing that you would know is that your heart got shattered into a million pieces. But little did you know Marilyn only broke up with you for your safety because she couldn't bear the thought of you finding out her true identity and actions.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

At the beginning of the relationship, Marilyn is basically already committed. she'll do anything for you, anything you want, she'll do her best to make it happen. And the thought of marriage probably crosses her mind quite often. But though she wants it, she also wants to make sure it's something you'd like as well. She's not one to rush things if it feels too soon for you, but after a year or 2, maybe 3! Of dating she's going to wanna start looking for rings.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Once again Miss Marilyn Thornhill is the most affectionate and understanding person you would ever meet, this woman would never hurt you in any way and if she did, Marilyn would literally do anything to make up for it. Your emotional and physical needs will be catered for by this woman, she always treats you in such a gentle way almost like you're like glass, like you would simply disappear if she touched you any harder.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ugh she loves hugs, she absolutely adores hugging you and pulling you close to her warm body. Marilyn always has you in a strong but gentle grip whenever she pulls you in for a hug and you wish that she would never let go, her hugs being so addictive they leave you in a trance sometime. Next up Marilyn is actually quite partial to hugging you from behind especially if you're busy doing something like cooking or miscellaneous things.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like "I love you" crossed Marilyn's mind first but I think she was too shy to admit it, because she wasn't entirely sure if you even loved her, but once you do admit it, Marilyn pulls you into a sweet kiss and gazes lovingly into your eyes before saying it back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Marilyn loves you, she trusts you of course, it's other people she's going to glare down if they're getting a little too comfortable around you. She admittedly gets jealous quite easily, and when she does she has a habit of glaring at the person. Will act passive aggressive towards them, and most likely has an arm wrapped protectively around your waist the whole entire time. Then once y'all get home it's a long night of marking you, reminding everyone that you belong to her.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It depends on her mood, really. Usually they're short and sweet, however that can easily change into rough and needy ones. She likes pecking your cheek if she's in a rush, however when she's holding you from behind, she'll kiss the nape of your neck. She personally likes when you kiss her anywhere, but adores forehead kisses and you kissing her lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Marilyn has a lot of patience, she's a teacher, it comes with the territory. But that's to high school students, with younger children, she's still patient but a little unsure of how you're actually supposed to handle them. Will put her precious plants high, because she does know while children are curious things, they like to grab things. But she does listen to things they're talking about, sometimes asking little questions y'know. "She's a little confused but she's got the spirit" sums it up pretty well I think.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

It depends on the day, if she has to work or not. But most mornings it involves both of y'all curled up together underneath the sheets lazily kissing each other and whispering sweet nothings to each other before having to get up for work. On days off though Marilyn likes to surprise you with breakfast in bed, it's a simple breakfast but it still puts a smile on your face especially when she smiles back. Also during breakfast in bed she takes great pride in spoon feeding you! If you're into that.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sometimes y'all like to sit back and relax on the couch and watch whatever is on, but Marilyn doesn't really pay attention half the time, too busy staring at your pretty face. Also you're most likely curled up in her lap while watching a movie also and of course since she's very comfy you always fall asleep, when Marilyn notices though she'll smile, gently tucking a stray hair behind your ear enjoying your warm body against hers.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It's kind of a slow process with her, she'll tell you everything you need to know but she also has some secrets that are well kept hidden.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This was mentioned before but Marilyn has patience, a lot of it. She doesn't get angry easily, especially towards you. But she has her days where Weems or maybe one of the other faculty members will do something and it'll tick her off. She doesn't come home angry, but she'll be annoyed. When she's back with you, she's going on about what happened. Literally just stroke her hair while she's laying in your lap and she's already feeling better.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She's actually really attentive to things you mention about yourself. And things you really don't know about yourself, she's a bit of a stalker. Like, you could mention something you don't expect her to remember, but she will. usually, if not something will jot her memory. If she sees something that revolves around your likes, best believe she's taking a picture and showing you too. or buying it. probably buying it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Marilyn's favorite moment in the relationship would most definitely be your first kiss. It's not to be corny, but everything felt right the first time she had her lips against yours. she likes to say it was her confirmation that you were her other half. but she's also fond of the memory of her smiling and giggling like a middle school girl texting her crush afterwards. It's just one of those core memories for her.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh this woman is hella protective, this woman may seem sweet and innocent with her dorky glasses but if anyone hurts her partner she wouldn't be afraid to kill a bitch, but at the same time it takes a lot for her to get to that murder spree point, cuz she's actually pretty calm and normally half the time her main priority is her partner and making sure that they're okay before she does anything else.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Marilyn gives her all, she wants her partner to be the happiest person in the world, and just like her unlimited memory about all your favorite things that even you don't understand how she figured that out, she would never forget about anniversaries or birthdays or anything, she's the type of person to light up candles throw some rose petals around make dinner you know and all you gotta do is just enjoy it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I wouldn't really consider this ugly but she is quite insecure and she most likely has abandonment issues because of her family history so she gets a little too overprotective and jealous frequently but that's only because of fear of losing you, which you comfort her every time she gets this way.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Marilyn isn't really too concerned with her looks or image. She's Nevermore's normie botany teacher, but! She does enjoy styling simple clothing to make it look pretty. Especially for dates or dinners with you, it's her dress up sessions. But most of the time she prefers comfy clothes or her iconic blue jumpsuit and red boots. Because she mainly works with plants and she doesn't want to get her good clothes dirty.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You're Marilyn's whole world basically, a day without you has her feeling incomplete. If she gets off of work earlier than you, she's sitting and waiting for you to come home. And God forbid anything bad or horrible happened to you, she'd be a wreck as well. Your being and existence means more to her than her own.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sometimes she places her glasses on top of her head and she forgets about them and literally starts panicking until you tell her that they're literally on top of her head. Also she has such a sweet tooth there's a high chance that you'll see her at weathervane with a piece of cake alongside her matcha latte.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She's not a fan of bullies at all or Pranksters. Especially that scene at the rave'n where everyone got covered in red paint, the poor girl was traumatized!

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She basically takes off her little bit of makeup and gets into some cozy clothes, before joining you in bed and let me tell you this woman is like the best person to sleep with because she's very warm. Also Marilyn always has to be touching you especially in bed once she's curled up comfortably, you won't be moving anytime soon and plus why would you want to. But if you so happened to not be cuddling for some odd reason you will wake up with her arms wrapped around you.

I hope y'all enjoyed!! 🧸

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peakhumanbehavior · 1 year ago

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Lucky

Any! x reader

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Warnings: None! This is just something I wrote in the spur of the moment-

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She took her time, gingerly and carefully placing kisses on my legs. From my calves to my thighs, she tended to them, leaving no surface unloved

"You're so beautiful baby" She whispered as she looked up at me from between my legs, maintaining eye contact as she caressed my thighs

"Inside" Her right hand was gently dragged along my thigh until she got to my laced panties, her thumb slowly swiping over my covered clit. Making me shiver and let out a shaky breath

"And out" Her left hand squeezed my thigh gently, a smile on her face. Causing me to giggle

She shifted her body so she'd loom over me, her arms at either side of my head, trapping me in. She looked at me for what seemed like hours, admiring every feature, soaking up every minuscule detail, as if she were taking a picture

"I love you" A kiss was placed on my lips, it was soft but still held the burning love that she had in her eyes

I took a moment to watch her, how her hair looked, how her eyes stared back at mine, how free she made me feel

"I love you too" A genuine tear escaped my eye, how truly lucky I was

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veeisgayasf · 2 years ago

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Hello my love! I thought of this prompt a while ago and I thought you take on it would be an amazing read! I was wondering, could I request larissa x fem teacher fic? Reader has been flirting with Larissa for a little while, but poor trust issued baby Larissa thought she was just being friendly or didn't mean it ao she brushed it off. A little while later, Reader and thornhill are set to go on a date, but Weems quickly learns of Thornhill actually being Laurel Gates and rescues reader from being almost drugged/ unalived. They go back to Larissa's office and reader is like "I didn't even wanna go on a date with her, I wanted to go with you." Lots of angst and a happy kiss/ ending. I'm so sorry if this is way too long!!

I Thought You Would Never Ask Larissa x fem!teacher!reader

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Larissa was going over several lesson plans that teachers had submitted for next semester when you walked into her office. “Good evening, gorgeous.” You said flirtatiously as you entered the spacious room.

Larissa stayed seated and looked up, humming. “Good evening to you too, Miss Y/L/N. Can I help you with anything?” She said, once again looking down at the stack of papers on her desk, shuffling them around.

You stood there in silence, already knowing the answer to your next question. Larissa let her eyes meet yours, a questioning look on her face.

“I just came in to see your beautiful face and to see if you would like to accompany me to the Weathervane for some hot chocolate?” 'You asked, a sickly sweetness to your voice. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to at this moment, Miss Y/L/N, but thank you for the invitation.” Larissa replied, oblivious of your intentions. You knew there was a pained look on your face, but you tried to smile anyway.

You had been flirting with Larissa, to no avail, for quite some time. The statuesque woman seemed infuriatingly immune to your advances. You lost count of how many times you had invited her to go with you to Jericho, just to get a little bit of alone time with the stunning woman. Tonight was no different. You finally decided, after getting shot down once again, to give up and try to move on.

Nodding, you bid her goodnight and left the office. Larissa stared curiously after you. She had picked up on the numerous pet names you called her. Sighing, Larissa leaned back into the chair, closing her eyes. There’s not even a chance this woman is flirting with you, get it together Weems… Besides, you don’t even know if she swings that way. She thought to herself. The last person that “flirted” with her ended up just leading her on and breaking her heart. Nope, it’s just in your head. She thought before getting back to the work in front of her.

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Little did either of you know that Marilyn Thornhill stood a little ways down the hall, eavesdropping in on the whole conversation that ensued. The professor had intended on paying Larissa a visit after they had gotten into an argument earlier on in the day over the validity of her name. When she showed up, she heard your failed attempt at asking Miss Weems on a date. She quietly stood a couple doors down, waiting on you to leave. Once you did, she saw the look of defeat on your face and a lightbulb went off in her head. She ditched her original idea of ambushing the headmistress, and began hatching another plan.

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A few weeks have passed since you decided to stop trying with Larissa, only seeing her when necessary or in passing. You thought keeping your distance would help the feelings subside, but in reality it just made you miss her more, which is why your heart was racing as you made your way to the faculty meeting. Several teachers filed in, chattering amongst each other.

You found an empty chair near the back and quickly took a seat. Larissa was at the front of the room standing at a podium. You both made eye contact for a brief moment.

“Are you saving this seat for anyone?” You heard a voice ask, making you break eye contact with the headmistress. Looking up, you saw Professor Marilyn Thornhill pointing to the chair next to you. “No ma’am, it’s all yours.” You said with a sheepish grin. The red-head tucked her bag under the chair, and sat down, smoothing out the dress she was wearing.

“Oh goodness!” She exclaimed, looking around. “I didn’t realize the ENTIRE faculty was going to be here!” The woman laughed nervously, which made you smile.

“Yeah, it’s pretty packed. I’m just thankful I got here early enough to find a seat in the back.” You said. Usually you tried to sit as close to the front as possible, but it was already hard enough being in the same room as Larissa.

You let your eyes wander up to the woman, once more. To your surprise, she was staring directly at you, only looking away when she realized you saw her.

The meeting started with Larissa going over the events of the Rav’n. After that, you practically zoned out during the rest of the meeting. Organized faculty meetings never failed to bore you to death, even with a gorgeous woman as the speaker.

“If there are no other questions, I have nothing further to add. Thank you all for your time.” Larissa said, pulling you out of your daze. As soon as she said this, the room was once more a bustle of teachers and staff walking to exit the room.

You decided to stay seated for a few minutes longer, waiting for the room to clear out. Marilyn reached under her seat and grabbed her belongings. She stood up and smiled at you. “Well thank you for letting me steal this seat.” She winked at you, making you giggle. “Of course. You’re a very polite thief.” You replied, making her blush.

You finally decided that the room was cleared out enough to leave. You stood up, turning for a few seconds to see Larissa a few rows in front of you. Bags in hand, she gave you a small smile that made your stomach do somersaults. You had no earthly idea how you were supposed to get over this woman when she had this effect on you.

“Um, Y/N?” Marilyn quietly questioned. “Mhmm?” You hummed, still mesmerized by the tall blonde in front of you. “I was curious, would you like to go on a picnic date with me? Maybe you could stop by my classroom tomorrow?” She said, blush painting her cheeks.

The question caught you by surprise. “Oh, um, yeah! That would be awesome!” You responded, a little more enthusiastically than you intended.

Larissa heard the question and your response which made her stomach drop. A feeling of protectiveness took over. She knew you had no idea of Marilyn's true identity. She was going to expose her soon enough.

There was another unfamiliar feeling that crept up. Jealousy. She had no right to feel jealous, but she couldn’t help it. (She finally got her answer; you did swing “that way”.) It was the fact that you said yes to a date. A date that wasn’t with her. She knew it was selfish, but it didn’t stop her from walking closer to where you stood.

“Wonderful!” The professor clapped her hands together. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow for our lunch-date?” She stood there waiting for you to answer.

“Date, yes. Picnic tomorrow. In your classroom.” Your words came out all choppy. You were trying to be polite, but Larissa was making it hard for you to even function with the fire she had in her eyes right now. You couldn’t handle it.

Turning towards the door, you said a quick goodbye to Marilyn and hurried out into the hall and towards your room.

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You woke up to an obnoxious banging on your door. Disoriented, you stood up making your way to the entrance of your room Rubbing your eyes, you turned the handle and to your surprise, Marilyn was standing in front of you.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?” She said, with two cups in her hand. “Um, yeah, but it’s okay. Is that- is that coffee?” You asked, your voice still hoarse from sleep.

“Yes! I went by the Weathervane this morning to grab coffee and pastries and thought you might like a cup!” She said, thrusting the cup into your hand.

The liquid was hot and bitter, as it reached your mouth. It was exactly what you needed this morning. When you got back to your room last night, you didn’t even bother changing clothes. You were exhausted and knocked smooth out after the strange evening you had.

Looking down, you realized you needed to shower and get ready for the day. “Thank you so much for the coffee, Marilyn.” You said politely. “I have to get ready. I will see you at lunch?” You smiled up at the woman.

“Oh absolutely! I can’t wait for our little picnic date.” The woman said, clapping her hands together once more before exiting your room.

–

Larissa was pacing back and forth in her office, trying to decide on how to tell you that Marilyn was not who you thought she was. In fact, her name was Laurel Gates. Someone she, and the whole town of Jericho thought to be dead.

Wednesday had barged into Larissas office a couple weeks back, showing pictures of Laurel conspiring with the townspeople to somehow burn down the school.The woman was back for revenge against outcasts.

Larissa growled to herself, absolutely frustrated. She decided she would go confront Laurel, before you put in any type of danger.

–

Lunch time rolled around quickly as you made your way to Marilyn's classroom. You were a little bit ahead of schedule. Your students had all finished their quizzes quickly, so you decided to let them out early today.

Pulling the door open, you saw the professor standing by a table in the middle of her classroom. “Good afternoon, Marilyn.”You said with a smile. Startled, Marilyn turned around, shoving something into her pocket as she faced you.

“Oh yay! You’re here!” The woman said, excitedly. There was a blanket draped over the table with sandwiches and drinks. “I am starving!” You exclaimed, taking a seat at the table.

You both sat in comfortable silence as you inhaled the sandwich she had made. Marilyn intently stared at you as she slowly took a bite of hers. You glanced over at her and she smiled, chewing the bite she just took.

“So how has your day been?” You ask, trying to make small talk. “It’s been interesting, but it’s about to get more interesting” She said with a very strange smile on her face.

“How so?” You question, genuinely curious. Marilyn didn’t answer you. She leaned forward, crashing her lips into yours, catching you completely by surprise. You pulled back, bowing your head. “Um, Marilyn… I- I’m sorry.” Your voice was low.

“Oh, I am so sorry! I misread your intentions!” the woman said, but didn’t leave your space. Instead, you saw her pulling out a small vial from her pocket that had a blue glowing liquid.

You didn’t get the chance to ask what it was before you heard Larissa storming through the door, followed by Sheriff Galpin. “Laurel! Stop!” The woman yelled. You were unsure who she was yelling at.

“Miss Gates, I suggest you put the poison down and step away from the table.” The sheriff demanded, looking directly at Marilyn. “Please, don’t make me use this.” He had his gun pointed at her.

The redhead cooperated and placed the vial on the table and took a few steps back. “I can’t believe you're sticking up for these outcasts. You’re a disgrace!” She yelled, eyes darting between the sheriff and Larissa. You stood up and walked towards Larissa, confusion painted across your face.

The sheriff approached the professor and pulled her hands behind her back, placing handcuffs on them. He gave her rights before escorting her out of the room, leaving you and Larissa alone.

“Um, what the hell just happened?” You asked Larissa. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go back to my office. I will explain everything.”

—

A couple hours had passed as you sat in Larissas office, listening to the woman explain everything. You tried wrapping your head around it all, not understanding how someone could be that evil. You watched as Larissa walked over to the sofa you were leaning back on, taking a seat next to you.

Eyes focused on her, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. “What on earth could you be laughing at, Y/N?” The woman asked with a puzzled look on her face. “You know, I didn’t even want to go on a date with Mari- I mean Laurel.” You replied, the corners of your mouth turning up into a smile. “I wanted to go on one with you.”

You looked up to see a surprised look on Larissas face. A brief silence filled the room before she finally spoke. “Y/N, I would have gladly gone on a date with you, had you made your intentions clear.” She smiled, nudging your shoulder.

You knew you had a look of utter shock on your face as the headmistress softly chuckled. “I’m not good at taking hints. If someone is interested in me, they have to be straightforward with me, although I definitely enjoyed the cute names you called me.” Larissa admitted. You just stared, eyes wide.

You didn’t even bother replying. You scooted closer, taking Larissas face in your hands. Very slowly and gently, you planted the softest of kisses upon her lips, eliciting a sharp inhale of breath from the gorgeous woman. To your surprise, Larissa reciprocated the kiss and deepened it. Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest.

Larissa was the first to break contact, leaning her forehead against yours. She stroked the sides of your face. “I could definitely get used to this.” She said, making your heart race even faster. You kissed her again, red lipstick smearing on your lips. The smell of warm vanilla and roses flooding your nose. You smiled into the kiss, a chuckle escaping your lips. The blonde pulled back, an inquisitive look on her face.

“Hello gorgeous.” You said, staring into her ocean blue eyes. “Would you like to go on an official date with me to the Weathervane for some hot chocolate?” You asked, making her bust out in full on giggles, remembering the question you had asked several weeks ago.

Larissa turned to you with a huge grin on her face. “I thought you would never ask.”

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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Hi I hope you have a great day/night. I love your work and I wanted to request something please (if you don't want it's totally okay)

So I want to request a Marylin with Student reader but R is Larissa daughter. R and Mary are already but they didn't tell to Larisa yet and one day she caught them and confronted them.

Thanks you and see you next time

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

The Weems girl secret

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, reader is Larissa’s daughter

Word count: 5,484

Summary: You were the Principal Weems’ little girl, but you have a big secret that you try to hide the best way you can

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays and for not posting this week, I’m having a very stressful time at work :((( I’m sorry about that, I love you all, and thank you for your support

“How are the classes going? Miss Green told me that you are a prodigy in literature...” Said your mother, Larissa Weems, in one of her infinite attempts to stop feeling guilty about sending you to Nevermore, the school of which she was the principal.

You shrugged as you took a sip of your chocolate milkshake.

“I guess so,” you sighed.

Larissa looked at you, analyzing your gestures.

“Come on, talk to me (Y/N), you can't stay angry with me…” She told you. You smiled wryly.

“I'm not angry, it's just that everyone knows that I'm your daughter, no one tells me anything at all. It's frustrating,” you said, crossing your arms and constantly looking at the clock. “I have to go.”

“You have to go? Where?” Your mother asked, arching an eyebrow. Even when you did everything she told you, you couldn't get rid of those uncomfortable interrogations.

You shifted in the chair, nervously looking everywhere.

“Well, to sleep, I'm very tired today,” you said, faking a yawn.

Larissa looked at you suspiciously. You weren't good at lying, you didn't know how to lie and you never needed to, but on that occasion you had to do it, it was more than obligatory.

“Darling...” Your mother sighed, preventing you from getting up.

“What?” You asked in your usual teenage tone. She looked at you carefully.

“I have the feeling that you are hiding something from me,” She said with half-closed eyes, paying attention to all your small expressions, altered by your nerves.

“Yes, I'm sleepy,” you said, looking away from her accusatory eyes and freeing yourself from her grip. Larissa sighed, but she finally let your arm go, watching you walking away.

Nervously, you walked through the hallways, constantly checking your watch. You had something important to do and your mother's constant questions and attempts at fraternization made your free will around school very difficult for you, especially lately, especially since you had a secret, something that you couldn't let to be discovered.

Looking around, you knocked on the wooden door. Being in the hallway where the teachers lived was always a risk, a risk that you took every night, that you accepted every night as a routine.

“(Y/N), you’ve come...” Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, sighed.

“Well, of course I have. It's not easy to get rid of my mother, but here I am,” you said with a smile. She handed it back to you and stepped away so you could enter the room.

When the redhead closed the door, the two of you stood looking at each other for a brief moment, before Marilyn approached, gently grabbed your waist and kissed you tenderly on the lips. You smiled when you felt the kiss. That was the only thing that could make you forget all your problems.

It seemed like something impossible, unattainable, but when by mistake you confessed the love you felt for your teacher, you discovered that impossible was nothing, that she had also been repressing her feelings, that her favorite student was something more than just that.

Logically, that kind of relationship was dangerous, it exceeded the limits of Nevermore, the rules and the school ethical code. But that wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was your mother, the principal.

Fighting not to be discovered was simple, at least until that moment. But with the passage of time, and the consolidation of a loving relationship, a real, authentic one, your way of being was affected and your mother, always on the lookout, noticed it.

“I've missed you...” You whispered in the redhead's ear. She laughed and hugged you tightly, placing small kisses on your neck.

“(Y/N), you saw me in class this morning,” she said amused, caressing your cheek. You smiled and nodded, rolling your eyes.

“It's not the same, and you know it,” you said with a falsely dark tone. “You got it? Do you have it?” You asked impatiently. Marilyn bowed her head and walked to her desk.

“Here it is... A cabin for two...” She said, handing you a sheet of paper that you looked at as if it were a treasure.

“I can't wait...” You sighed, looking again at the small cabin that would be your home that weekend.

“Do you already know what are you going to tell your mother?” She asked curiously. “You know it's not easy to fool Larissa.”

You sighed, shaking your head. The idea of spending a weekend with Marilyn, away from Nevermore, alone, had occupied your mind those days and you hadn't even bothered to think of an excuse. The realization made your legs tremble.

“The truth is I don’t…” You said discouraged. “I guess I'll ask my classmates for help.”

Marilyn frowned and crossed her arms.

“(Y/N), that's not a good idea,” she said with a serious tone. You snorted.

“I know, but it's the only excuse I have,” you said, sitting on the bed. “I sure can count on the Weems advantage.”

“The Weems advantage?” The redhead asked, sitting next to you.

You nodded thoughtfully.

“Being the principal's daughter has its advantages, you know, I can sneak into her office and get the files. I'm sure many of my colleagues would pay to have that information.

“That's dangerous,” Marilyn said.

“I know, but it's worth it to be with you,” you said carefree, smiling innocently. Marilyn shook her head, biting her lip.

“You're hopeless, (Y/N),” she said amusedly, kissing you again. “You are crazy.”

“Yes, for you,” you teased, lying down. “What are we going to watch today? I hope you take my recommendations into account.”

The nights were like that. There was nothing beyond kissing. Marilyn was a cautious woman, she did not want to take risks. You felt somewhat frustrated by that attitude, but you never insisted on taking another step in the relationship. That fabulous weekend that was about to arrive would be the best moment.

In her room, you watched movies, series, you laughed, you kissed, you hugged. It was like a little refuge for you, a refuge full of pure, innocent love, and above all, a true one.

And there, lying on the bed, with your hands intertwined, watching anything on the computer, you passed the time. Between kisses, caresses and laughter. Something that on the one hand was frustrating, but on the other hand you believed that they were the best moments of the day, and of your entire life.

“Well, it's over,” the redhead said, when the credit titles appeared on the screen. “It has been well…”

“I know, I have chosen it,” you said with a mischievous look. “Wait, wait,” you said, grabbing Marilyn's arm, who was about to get up. “Can't we stay like this a little longer?”

“(Y/N)…” She said, in a warning tone.

“Come on, please…” You said, pouting exaggeratedly. Marilyn opened her mouth to say something, but at the last moment she changed her mind and went back to lie down next to you.

You smiled victoriously, settling into her chest again as her hand stroked your hair.

After a few minutes, and making an effort not to close her eyes, the redhead sighed melancholy. You looked up curiously.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked. Marilyn looked at you and shook her head.

“I think that if they catch us things are going to go really bad,” she told you in a serious, but at the same time sad tone. “This is very risky.”

You shook your head.

It wasn't the first time Marilyn questioned your relationship. It's not that she didn't love you, quite the opposite, rather it was a rational concern. You were who you were. A student, the principal's daughter. She was your teacher.

“Without risk there is no victory, Mari,” you said amused, kissing her briefly on the lips. She laughed and shook her head, caressing your cheek.

“And what is the victory?” She asked, looking you straight in the eyes. You opened your eyes wide, thinking of an answer that you didn't have at that moment.

“Well... Being together,” you said sighing, shrugging your shoulders. “But I guess not this way… Stop hiding… You know, let classes end and I'm no longer your student. I think that is where we have to get to.”

Marilyn nodded with a sad smile, looking into your eyes in that way that made you melt.

“(Y/N), there's still your mother,” she said, kissing you, pulling you closer to her.

“What's wrong with my mother?” You asked annoyed. The same topic always came up.

“Do you really think she would accept what we had?”

“Why not?”

Marilyn laughed nervously, shifting on the bed.

“You're 20 years old, I'm 43, I'm your teacher…” She began to say, getting you to roll your eyes when you heard the same words as always.

“You won't be forever.”

“I'm supposed to take care of you.”

“And you do it.”

“(Y/N), stop fooling yourself, Larissa will never accept our relationship.”

You snorted, unable to convince the redhead.

“She'll accept it. And if she won’t, well, I don't care about her, I'm not going to give up on you,” you said, crossing your arms, indignant. She remained thoughtful, with a half smile.

“(Y/N)…” She whispered. You looked at her sharply, suppressing the smile she always managed to get out of you.

“What?”

“I love you,” she said softly, approaching you, silencing your possible response with a tender, warm kiss. You let yourself go, deepening her kiss, hugging the redhead, losing control.

Delicately, you lay on top of her, while the caresses ran through your entire body. Your breathing became disordered, rapid, uncontrollable, as did your desire. You didn't have that rational way of seeing things, you simply acted according to your instincts.

Marilyn, however, realized what she was doing and put a hand on your chest to stop those kisses, those caresses that were little by little getting out of control.

“Honey, no, we can't, not here...” She said, fighting against herself, brushing her lips with yours. You sighed and gave her no respite. You kissed her again, this time more intensely, passionately.

“What does it matter...” You said against her lips. The redhead stopped you again, shaking her head.

“Can't you wait for the weekend? The two of us will be alone there...” She said amusedly, fleeing from your caresses as her own desire allowed her.

“No,” you said dryly, lifting your shirt over your shoulders. At that moment she froze, admiring parts of your body that she had never seen before, becoming dazed, running her hand over your collarbone, over your belly...

“Please, stop...” She said to you, although it seemed more like she was talking to herself, while the buttons on her blouse gave way to the skillful attacks of your fingers.

“No...” You sighed, kissing her neck, biting her lips, going wild.

Three soft knocks on the door almost gave you a heart attack. You both widened your eyes, scared.

“Marilyn? It’s Larissa,”

“Shit,” you said. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“My God, it's your mother, what does she want?” Marilyn whispered, buttoning her blouse again.

You were nervous, looking for your shirt on the bed, trying to think clearly.

“How can I know?” You said nervously. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

Marilyn stood up, looking for a good place to hide you.

She quickly grabbed your wrist.

“To the closet, quick, quick, quick,” she told you, pushing you into the cabinet, leaving your shirt abruptly on your chest.

“But...” You said before the redhead closed the door.

“Stay there…” She whispered to you. You were terrified, your whole body was shaking. Also, the closet was small, you didn't have room to put your shirt back on. Rarely have you been so afraid.

You heard the door open and the unmistakable sound of your mother's heels on the wood.

“Larissa... What's wrong?” Marilyn asked, unable to control the trembling tone of her voice.

“Does something have to happen for me to want to talk to the only person with common sense in Nevermore?” Your mother asked, with some irony, closing the bedroom door.

You stayed hidden in that closet, avoiding making any movement that would open the wooden door.

“Talk?” Marilyn asked, nervous. You couldn't even see her and you already knew what she looked like. Shaky, blushing and nervous.

“Yes, unless I’m interrupting something,” Larissa drawled.

One of your tremors pushed the closet door open, causing it to squeak just enough to be noticeable. Luckily, Marilyn stepped in front of it, immediately closing it and hitting your nose in the process.

“No, no, I was reading...” She said nervously, holding the door with her hand. “What do you want to talk about?”

“(Y/N),” she said, sitting on the bed. “That girl has me very worried.”

You held your breath when you heard your name. You certainly didn't expect Larissa to want to talk about you, much less to Marilyn. That made you suspect that something was wrong.

“What's wrong with (Y/N)?” The redhead asked.

“She's always been a strange girl, but lately she's starting to worry me,” your mother said, sighing. “And that's not the worst thing, on top of that I went to see her in her room and guess what: she wasn't there.”

“Oh, well, she maybe is with one of her friends,” Marilyn said, with an innocent tone, unable to convince anyone that she was telling the truth. Luckily, it seemed like Larissa trusted her.

“I doubt it, Marilyn…” Your mother said. “You get along well with her, right?” She asked. You gave a small start, pursing your lips so that your frightened breathing was inaudible.

“Um... Well I...” Marilyn said.

“Oh, come on Marilyn, she spends every afternoon with you in the conservatory. She probably tells you more things.”

“The truth is, she only helps me with the plants, she is a nice girl,” the redhead said, sitting next to Weems.

“And I suppose that during all that time you talk about something, right?”

Marilyn nodded and shook her head. She didn't know what to say to that, she was almost cornered. You couldn't move, or even barely breathe, predicting a truly uncomfortable conversation.

“Well, about the plants, about the classes...” Marilyn said, smiling shyly.

“Please,” Larissa said with a sharp voice. “I have been the Nevermore’s principal for 10 years, I know what happens in every corner of the school. It's clear that something is happening here.”

“What... What do you mean?” Marilyn asked, stuttering.

“Don't play dumb, you know perfectly well,” Larissa said, sharp, threatening.

That was the end. You didn't know how, but surely your mother had been aware of your nightly skirmishes for some time and surely that visit was just one of her tricks to make Marilyn confess. You were done.

“(Y/N) is dating someone, right?” Your mother asked.

You sighed in relief, having to put a hand over your mouth to silence your breathing. You were on the verge of fainting.

“I, I don't know,” Marilyn said, sighing too.

“I'm sure you know, and if you don't want to tell me it's because I'm not going to like it, am I wrong?”

“I promise you I don't know anything,” Marilyn said, gesturing with her arms in surrender.

“Hmm,” your mother murmured.

“A, also, (Y/N) she is a smart girl, I'm sure if what you’re saying is true, you shouldn't worry.”

“Don't be so sure, Marilyn. I know my daughter, if she hasn't wanted to tell me anything it's because she knows that I'm not going to like it.”

“Well, she's old enough,” Marilyn said, with a slightly annoyed tone.

“That's what scares me. Look, Marilyn, (Y/N) is a good girl, too good, in fact. I don't want some jerk to break her heart... I can't help but worry,” your mother said, with a sincere tone.

“I understand, Larissa.”

“Good, because I have to ask you a favor.”

You were very attentive, and you sensed the unpleasant task that she was going to propose.

“Yes, of course,” Marilyn said, with her usual smile.

“If you have the chance... I would like you to try to get some information out of (Y/N). She trusts you, I'm sure that if you ask her, she will have no problem telling you anything. She always speaks when she feels confident.”

That made your blood boil.

“Are you asking me to spy on your daughter?” The redhead asked with a gesture as surprised as it was amused.

“No, God no...” Larissa said, with a fake smile. Clearly, that was precisely what she was asking for. “I only ask that if she tells you something that you think is important, you let me know. Don't force it, just be natural. I'm asking this as a personal favor, Marilyn, I can't think of anyone better than you.”

“I... Well, that's, that's fine. I’ll try,” the redhead said, getting up from the bed, looking fearfully at the closet, which threatened to open again.

“Thank you, Marilyn. I count on you. Anyway, I'm going to try to get some sleep,” your mother said, heading towards the door.

You closed your eyes as you heard the heels on the wood, getting further and further away, until the familiar squeak of the door reached your ears.

“Quick, get out,” Marilyn said, opening the closet and pulling you along. You almost stumbled, but managed to stay on your feet, holding back your laughter.

“My name is Thornhill, Marilyn Thornhill, license to spy,” you said jokingly, adopting the pose of the famous secret agent. The redhead shook her head, sighing.

“It's not funny, (Y/N). You have no idea how bad it has been,” she told you, falling onto the bed.

“What about me? You broke my nose,” you said, rubbing it.

“If your mother catches you here, she would break mine,” Marilyn responded. “This is very difficult, (Y/N)...”

You finally put on your shirt and sat down, putting a hand on her leg.

“Eh, I'm sure she would forget, don't worry. Just tell her a lie,” you said in a pleasant tone, downplaying that disturbing situation.

“A lie? I don't know how to lie...” She sighed, caressing your cheek when you lay down next to her.

“Mari, don't worry, besides, tomorrow is Friday. Surely the romantic weekend helps to clarify your ideas.”

“Or to dig my own grave...”

“Well, I think I'll go to my room before Warden Weems gets the key and rummages through my drawers…” You said, kissing her briefly and getting up from the bed. “Tomorrow at the usual time in the conservatory?”

She nodded, looking at you tenderly. Sometimes your optimism was beyond the limits of a common person, but that was cute, funny.

The next day…

“Well, I'm leaving,” you said to your friends, getting up from the table in the quad where you were enjoying a pleasant autumn afternoon. There were only a few hours left for your trip and you were nervous. Luckily, your friends had agreed to cover for you. They were the best friends in the world.

“I thought you would go at night,” Enid said, the most nosy of all.

“Oh yes, but I'm meeting Miss Thornhill in the conservatory to help her. I can not deny,” you said, taking your bag.

“You are a serious nice talker, (Y/N),” your friend Yoko said.

“I do what I can,” you said with a smile, walking towards the old glass building.

There, as always, Marilyn was organizing the plants. You stayed for a moment admiring that woman. She was the best thing that had ever happened to you, despite the differences, despite all the obstacles that were between you. Her tenderness and innocence captivated you. You could be looking at her all day.

A vibration interrupted your fantasies.

“Oh, don't fuck with me,” you whispered, taking out your phone, which was agonizingly warning you that it had no battery left. “You are a disaster, (Y/N)…”

Sighing, but with a nonchalant shrug, you walked into the conservatory, taking a quick look around.

“(Y/N), is nice to see you,” the redhead said with a perhaps too wide smile.

“Yes, keep pretending that you don't see me every day,” you said jokingly, leaving your bag on her desk. “What are you doing?”

“Well, watering the plants, is quite obvious,” she said with a smile, grabbing a watering can. You nodded unconcerned.

“Hey, I have great news,” you said, getting a little closer to her. Marilyn looked at you and nodded for you to continue. “I already have an alibi. My friends are a treasure… I already have everything prepared for the trip. I can't wait to get out of here...”

“Oh, the trip, of course,” she said, with a strange expression.

“Imagine being far away from Nevermore, far from my mother... With the person I love... Alone... under the fire of a romantic fireplace...” You said, wandering erratically around the building, making exaggerated gestures, as if you were in a modern art performance. “Doesn't it seem ideal to you? I have to admit that when you proposed the idea of the cabin in the woods I wasn't very convinced, but I've thought about it better. I can't think of a more romantic place.”

Marilyn looked at the floor for a moment and made another strange face. But in an instant her face smiled again, placing a hand on her waist.

“You know I always have good ideas,” she said whispering. “And regarding that loved one… I suppose you really want to be alone with her…”

You blinked, but you didn't even pay attention to those words. Marilyn was like that, she liked to play with you, bring out everything you had inside, especially the feelings you had towards her. You didn't find it strange.

“Yes... It's about time. I swear I'm not going to get out of bed.”

Marilyn smiled but she couldn't hide a gesture of surprise, something that did seem strange to you.

“Was there an energy point here?” You asked, taking your charger out of your bag.

She nodded, pointing to a power strip under her desk. Finally, you put your phone on charge.

Taking advantage of the fact that her back was turned, you hugged her waist. She stood stiff, firm, scared.

“(Y/N)...”she stammered, barely moving.

You, amused at seeing her nervous, ran her hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck, heading towards her ear.

“What's wrong, Marilyn?” You whispered suggestively. “Are you nervous? Don't worry, I've already told you that my mother's situation is under control.”

She didn't respond, she simply walked away from you, turning around.

“(Y/N),”she said when you approached, biting your lip, ready to give her a kiss. She mysteriously backed away. “Wait, wait a minute, I, I don't...”

Before you could react, a vibration from your phone interrupted you. You went to look at it with a smile.

“I'm sure it’s my annoying mother, she'll want to know where I am. She certainly looks like a police officer. But hey, now that you're her insider, I think we can rest easy. I swear I almost fell out of that closet yesterday... It was funny.”

“Yes...” The redhead sighed, frowning. “Very funny…”

Winking at her, you looked at the screen. You went pale, confused. It wasn't your mother who sent you the message, it was someone you didn't expect, that wasn't possible. It was a message from Marilyn, and her words did not help you catch your breath: Today it will take me a little longer to go to the conservatory, I have several surprises for our trip. Wait for me there.

“Oh, no...” You whispered, looking at the time she sent it. It was only ten minutes ago. There was no way she was in front of you, there was no way she was Marilyn. You went into shock, unable to even blink.

What came next was worse. Marilyn, the real Marilyn, came into the conservatory with a couple of shopping bags.

“Hello honey, sorry about the delay, but I had to buy some…” She changed her face, dropping the bags. It was logical, her double was in front of her, with a angry face. “Things…”

You looked at both of them repeatedly, lamenting, nervous.

“Shit…” You said, seeing how the Marilyn you were talking to became your mother again. “Shit…”

“Larissa,” she sighed the redhead, with the same pale and confused face as you. “What's happening?”

“That I screwed it up…” You said, with your whole body trembling.

“But, but, haven't you read the message I sent you?” She said, upset, without paying attention to your mother, who didn't look away from her, waiting for the perfect moment to attack, like a good predator.

“How do you want me to read it if it didn't have battery?”

“Haven't you put it on charge?”

"Well, no, how was I going to know that my mother was going to pretend to be you?” You asked nervously, taking your hands to your head.

“Well, you should guess if you knew I wasn't here,” she said, angry, nervous, embarrassed.

“I already told you that my phone didn’t have battery!” You yelled, letting out some nerves that were beginning to make your blood boil.

“Silence! Enough!” Your mother shouted. You both looked at each other and turned your head to Larissa, who had an unreadable expression.

“Mom, I...” You said, trying to find a good excuse, although you knew perfectly well that there was none.

“Silence, (Y/N), I don't want to hear a single word,” your mother said, serious, blunt. “Now I’m beginning to understand many things.”

“Larissa, I…” Marilyn said.

“I told you to be quiet,” The principal responded. I don't know how I could have been so blind. All this time worried, I thought about who my daughter could be spending time with and it turns out that she had extracurricular classes with her teacher. It's disgusting, Marilyn, it's so unlike you that I don't even recognize you.”

The two of you looked at each other, giving up, waiting for the fight that was coming and in which there was no place to take refuge.

“This, this has an explanation...” The redhead whispered, her voice breaking.

“What explanation? Marilyn, I trusted you. I considered you a friend, a person with principles. It's incredible that you betrayed me like this. With my daughter, Marilyn, with my own daughter…”

“I'm sorry, okay?” Marilyn said, defensively. “I, I couldn't help it.”

“Oh, you couldn't help it,” Larissa said, with a mocking tone. “Don't make excuses, Marilyn, she's a kid! Don't you realize what you've done?”

“Hey, she hasn't done anything,” you said, trying to defend the woman you loved.

“You better shut up young lady, you and I will talk later. You're going to be grounded until the gorgons turn people into candy,” your mother said, hissing.

“That's not fair,” you said, protesting. Marilyn was already sobbing. For you it was a humiliating situation, but for her it must have been much more devastating.

“Larissa, I... No, it's not what you think...” The redhead said.

“It's not what I think,” she repeated again, with mockery, irony. “I don't have to think anything, Marilyn, I have seen it with my own eyes. I saw how my daughter was willing to kiss you here, at school, and I don't even want to imagine what she was doing last night hiding in your closet. I don't even want to think about it.”

“I was hiding,” you said, crying too.

“I can imagine that, (Y/N),” your mother hissed, getting dangerously close to you. “Since when has this been happening? When did you start laughing in my face?”

Marilyn did not respond, she stood with her head bowed, staring at the floor, trembling, unable to maintain her composure.

“For longer than you think, mom,” you said defiantly.

“Marilyn, look at me in the eyes, or don't you dare to do it? You're involved with my daughter, with my girl! And you don't even dare to look at me in the eyes now,” Larissa said, ignoring your comment.

The redhead raised her head, looking at you briefly.

“I, I don't want to hurt your daughter, Larissa...” Marilyn said, sobbing. Larissa raised her eyebrows, laughing wryly, anger was clear in her eyes. “I love her.”

You looked at her suddenly, surprised by those words, by that unexpected response.

“You love her? But have you gone crazy?” Your mother said.

Marilyn nodded, taking your hand bravely. You were excited, leaving fear behind, feeling safe, reaffirming the feelings you had for her.

“We love each other, mom,” you said, supporting Marilyn, making her feel that you were on her side, that you always would be.

“Don't talk nonsense, (Y/N), you don't even know what you want… You're too young,” Larissa said, passing a hand over her forehead.

“Yes I know! I love her!” You shouted. “You always say that I should look for someone suitable, someone who really loves me, who cares about me... Well, very well, I've found her. Marilyn is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you are not going to stop me from continuing to love her.”

Marilyn squeezed your hand tighter.

“But dear, don't you realize that that can't be possible? That is not good?”

“Who says it? You?” You said indignantly.

Your mother pressed her lips together hard, but she didn't respond, darkening her gaze.

“Larissa, I understand that you don't like it… And I understand that I'll have to leave Nevermore,” Marilyn said, getting your attention.

“I should fire you right now…” Larissa said.

“Very well, fire me,” the redhead said, defiant. “But that's not going to keep me away from (Y/N). I'm, I'm tired of being a coward. I shouldn't, but I'm honest, I love (Y/N) and would do anything for her.”

“And I would do anything for you…” You answered in a low voice, admiring with pleasure the change in attitude of the shy and innocent Marilyn.

“Oh my God…” Larissa sighed, resting her hands on her desk. “(Y/N)... Why are you making it so difficult for me?”

“You make it difficult,” you responded, no longer crying. “If Marilyn leaves, assume that I will go with her. I'm of legal age, I can do whatever I want. I don't care if you like it or don't like it, but I'm not going to give up the woman I love, so you can get used to it.”

Larissa approached threateningly, ready to slap you, to give you a corrective, but at the last moment she regretted it, clenching her fist and relaxing her face.

“(Y/N)...” She sighed, clasping her hands.

“Mom, please...” You said, watching how little by little she seemed to calm down.

“Marilyn,” she said, now looking at the redhead. “I should kick you out, report you to the police, yell at you, even break your nose... But... I'm not going to do it.”

“What?”

“I don't like it, I don't approve it, but I really can't think of anyone better for (Y/N)...” She said, without looking at you, walking around the same place. “If what you say is true... I can, I can let it go...”

You smiled and so did Marilyn. You both looked at each other in disbelief at those words.

“But I'm going to tell you one thing, Marilyn Thornhill...” She said, pointing her finger at your girlfriend. “If you think about harming my daughter, you will have to deal with me.”

“I will make her as happy as I can,” Marilyn said, looking at you with sincere love, with relief.

Larissa nodded.

“So I can go this weekend with her?” You said, jokingly, knowing that the danger had passed. You got a nudge from Marilyn, of course.

“Do whatever you want, but I, don’t, want, to know,” your mother said, leaving the building between indecipherable whispers and occasional bad words.

“Well, it’s done,” you said, hugging the redhead.

“And no signs of affection at school!” Your mother shouted, walking away.

“Oh my God, I thought it was going to give me a heart attack,” she said, resting her head on your shoulder.

“She will end up accepting it, believe me, I know her,” you said, kissing her on the lips.

“I'm not very sure, she will kill me when she has the chance.”

“Not if I'm here to prevent it,” you said amused, trying to forget the awkward moment. “Everything you said… It was beautiful.”

“I thought I was going to die,” Marilyn said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Well, at least I don't have to explain myself to anyone anymore,” you said, sighing. Marilyn looked at you with some pity.

“Will it go well for us?”

“Of course it will.”

“I hope you're right, (Y/N)... I could never live without you... Not anymore.”

“Me neither, Marilyn...”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months ago

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Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.

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It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.

For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.

“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.

Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.

“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.

You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.

You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.

Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.

But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…

Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…

Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…

Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…

As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.

“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.

The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—

You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,

“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.

You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.

“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.

“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”

Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.

“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.

Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.

“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.

Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.

“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.

Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.

“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.

You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.

Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.

“Fix?” You promptly asked.

Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.

“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.

“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.

“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.

You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.

When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.

“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

“Kind of…” you stammered.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.

You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.

“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.

“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”

You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.

“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.

“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.

Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.

“Decide what…?”

Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.

“If you want us to help you…” she purred.

Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.

“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.

“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.

You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.

“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”

Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?

“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.

“Yes.” You immediately choked out.

The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.

“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.

“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.

You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.

“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,

“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.

You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.

“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.

“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.

Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.

You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.

“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,

“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,

“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.

“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes…” you lightly said.

Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.

“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.

You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.

~~~

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dianneking · 2 years ago

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How do you think would Marilyn Thornhill react to Fem!Reader giving her spa day after having a stressful day at work?

Spa Night: Marilyn x Reader Fluff

A/N: This is cute domestic fluff. I know, shocking, coming from the Angst Fairy. Also, I realized after re-reading this that there is no actual sentence that would characterize Reader as fem, and adding them afterwards felt kinda forced. Sorry, I am so used to leaving Reader as neutral as possible that even though I was picturing R as femme, it doesn’t show explicitly in the fic. There’s a lot of Marilyn’s body to make up for it though!

Tags: established relationship, fluff, pampering, nudity, suggestive language and scenes, no actual smut.

Wordcount: 1304

“Welcome home sweetheart.”

Marilyn barely answered you as she dropped her bag on a chair, toeing her shoes off. You looked at her from the kitchen, your eyes taking in the way her hair hung limply, framing the tired lines on her face, before reaching her drooping shoulders. Yet another day of work driving her into the ground, sapping her liveliness out until she arrived to you little more than the husk of herself. Enough was enough.

“That’s it. Come with me.”

“Darling, what…?”

“Shhhh.”

You linked your fingers together, wordlessly guiding her to the bathroom, where you only lit the smallest of lights, giving it a relaxed, warm atmosphere.

You let the water run, slowly filling up the tub as you dropped one of the bath bombs in, letting the fragrant smell of herbs mix within the steam before once again turning to Marilyn.

You slowly brought your hands to her blouse, popping one button open after the other, then delicately pushing the cloth off her shoulders, exposing the pale, freckled skin. You threw the shirt in the hamper, quickly followed by her bra.

Unable to resist, you pressed a kiss to her collarbone, and she shivered as your hands run against her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake until they finally reached the waistband of her jeans, toying with the button for a handful of moments before you finally unfastened it, pulling the zipper down as well.

You dropped in a crouch, tugging the denims down with you, until they were pooling around her ankles, and you were face to face with her striped underwear.

“Darling…” You looked up at her breathless plea, to see her wide, beautiful eyes partially hidden by her glasses that were starting to fog up, her mouth slightly open, her chest heaving. She jerkily removed her glasses setting them on the nearby counter, drinking in your figure, kneeling at her feet like she was a goddess and you her worshipper.

You smiled up at her, hooking your fingers in the elastic of her underwear and pulling on it without breaking eye contact, until she was able to step out of the pile of her discarded clothes, an artwork comparable to Botticelli’s Venus.

You wanted nothing more than kiss up her calf, hitch her leg up to your shoulders and just dive into her, but this wasn’t about you. Tonight was all about her. So you stood back up and held her hand as she stepped into the warm water of the tub and lied down in it, a satisfied groan leaving her lips as she let the tiredness of the day melt away bit by bit.

“I’m going to set a few things up, you stay here and relax, dearest.”

When you came back, she had abandoned her head against the border of the tub, her fingers lightly playing with the bubbles in the bath as she muttered a song to herself, her hair splayed in a red halo around her.

“Would you like me to wash your hair, sweetheart?”

She nodded, her eyes coming up to meet yours, unfocused. You could get lost for days in those swirling brown pools. She was mesmerizing.

You let warm water run from the faucet, careful not to let it fall into her eyes, then you proceeded to squeeze a dollop of her shampoo on your hands, and started massaging it into her scalp, loving how she instinctually melted against your touch, a sigh leaving her lips. You lathered her lengths, rinsed, and repeated the motions.

You helped her stand and rinsed the soap off her body, before offering her your hand to hold onto as she stepped out of the tub. You lost no time in wrapping her in the fluffiest towels you had, enveloping her in a hug as you did so.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” She whispered to you, her mouth warm on your ear.

“I’m only getting started, sweetheart.” You murmured back, tightening your arms around her. You waited for her to wrap her hair in an old t-shirt, as she usually did, then once again you grasped her hand, leading her to your bedroom.

You had lit a scented candle, and low, soothing music was playing from the speakers.

“Wow.” She breathed, taking in the low, colored lights and the whole atmosphere. “All of this…for me?”

“Of course, dearest. You deserve to be pampered.” Standing behind her, you unwrapped the towels, letting them fall to the ground unceremoniously and once again you were amazed at how beautiful her body was in all of her dips and plains and valleys and all the little details that made her…her.

“Go lie on your front for me, sweetheart.” You instructed her softly. She complied, turning her head sideways on the pillow to be able to watch you as you coated your hands with scented oil.

You started the massage at her feet, firmly enough so as not to trigger her ticklishness as you ran your thumbs along the arch, allowing them to relax after a whole day of standing. You then moved to the ankles, slowly inching up the calves and the back of her thighs. She sighed into the pillow, and you had to fight all of your instincts in order not to get distracted by the soft curve of her ass. There would be time later for that, if she wasn’t too tired. You moved up to straddle her thighs in order to reach her lower back, and the feel of your body pressed against her turned her sigh into a soft moan.

You paused to apply more oil, before digging your thumbs deep into her lower back muscles, her moans growing louder the more weight you put behind your hands.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?”

“God, no. It’s…oh…it’s perfect.”

You loved to see how sensitive she was to your ministrations, how slowly but surely you worked your way through all of the knots in her back, until you were basically lying on top of her, massaging the base of her neck. Once you were satisfied with your handiwork, you pulled back, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. She whimpered, already missing the warm weight of your body on top of her.

“I’ll be there in a sec, love.”

You covered her with the duvet, brought the towel back to the bathroom, and then joined Marilyn under the covers. She hadn’t moved an inch, but as soon as your head hit the pillow beside her, her warm chocolate eyes blinked open and she smiled, a soft, placid smile that made her look like a totally different person from the stressed-out teacher that had entered through the door earlier.

She brought her hand up to cup your cheek, and slowly scooted over so she could kiss you, her lips slowly mapping your own, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth to suck on, then releasing only to lazily lick all over it, before moving her tongue to yours, tangling with it with no fight. You kissed like that for quite some time, feeling as if the whole world had stopped in its motion, taking the time to explore each other.

At some point she pulled away slightly, to look at you with all of her love for you making her eyes shine in the semi-darkness of your room.

“I am so lucky to have you, darling.” She whispered against your lips, before recapturing them in a kiss, not leaving you any room to tell her that her that you were the lucky one between the two, to be allowed to care for her when she was at her lowest.

“Oh, and also,” she nibbled at your lower lip once again before finishing her sentence, “you are wearing way too many clothes.”

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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Shes a Sleepy Softie

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x reader (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You have been hacking trouble sleeping and the teachers finally find out.

TW: insomnia (I guess), Exhaustion, passing out (kinda?)

A/n This is cute.

It's not that you found botany boring, the opposite in fact, but you were so tired. To say you hadn’t been sleeping well this past week would be an understatement. Ms Thornhill was stood at the front writing on the board and drawing diagrams. But the way you laid your head down on the desk was almost involuntary. In this new position, with you head resting on your folded arms on top of the table the battle to stay awake grew so much harder.

Mentally you reasoned you would be able to get the notes from Yoko at the end of the day when the two of you were back in your shared dorm. Your eyelids drooped and you gave in to the temptation of sleep letting it wash over you. Your breathing began to slow and become more even. Your pens and pencils, notebook and bag were a mess on the table, but you trusted Yoko to wake you up in time for class to end.

Ms Thornhill had just assigned a worksheet and gone to sit back at her desk. She glanced over the classroom, her gaze settled on you. She sighed mildly annoyed, standing she walked over to your desk and stood beside you. Her hand reached out to rub your shoulder to wake you up, but a voice stopped her.

“I wouldn’t recommend that Ms thornhill.” Yoko said not looking up from her notes.

“And why would that be Yoko?” Ms Thornhill said letting her hand fall back to her side.

“She hasn’t been sleeping this past week. Im honestly surprised it took this long for her to drop.” She said finally meeting the teachers concerned gaze.

“At all?”

“Maybe about an hour since last Monday.” Yoko shrugged. “I wanted to tell someone, but she begged me.”

“Good god thats not enough. Thank you for letting me know. I’m going to step outside to make a call to get her excused from classes for the day. I trust you to keep an eye on her.” she said, and Yoko nodded.

Ms Thornhill walked to the classroom door glancing back at your sleeping from before turning the door-handle and stepping into the hall. She fished her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contacts. Finding the principal number, she listened to the dial ring.

“This is principal Weems.” The headmistress answered.

“Hi Larissa.”

“Hello Marilyn whats the matter? I believe you have a class now, correct?”

“Yes. Yes, i do. I was wondering if i could have Ms L/n excused from classes for the day?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Is she ok? Whats the matter?”

“Yoko has informed me she hasn’t been sleeping this past week. She finally fell asleep in class and i was hoping to let her have the rest of the day off to catch up on sleep.”

“Certainly. However, I will come get her when class ends, there’s nobody to supervise the dorms right now and i have an idea to assist her. Please also keep Ms Tanaka there when class is dismissed. I will be down soon.”

“Thank you, Larissa.”

“Anytime Marilyn.”

the two hung up and the teacher stepped back into the classroom. Checking her watch and then the clock on the wall she waited the last fifteen minutes of class to dismiss the students. Keeping Yoko behind.

Once the rest of the student body had left, some sparing glances to where you stayed asleep, Ms Thornhill walked over to Yoko and your desk. Yoko had packed up and was now carefully cleaning up your stuff as well, being mindful not to wake you as she slipped the notebook from under your arms. By some small miracle you slept through it.

A few minutes passed of Yoko packing everything up and Ms Thornhill keeping an eye on the both of you. A quiet knock sounded on the doorframe and Principal Weems came into the room.

“Ah I see what you mean, she sure looks exhausted.” The principal said softly, and Yoko snorted.

“Exhausted is an understatement. I’ve been waiting for her to pass out all week. She’s stubborn as a mule.” Yoko said and the principal raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I plan to take Ms L/n here back to my office to keep an eye on her. Yoko would you be able to get her anything she may need for the night from your dorm and bring it to my office? I will write you a note for your next class.” Weems said studying your sleeping form. The three of them were stood around you.

“Sure. Don’t worry about the note. I have a study period now anyway.” She said. “I’ll grab it and come back soon. You good to carry her? Because she’s not waking up anytime soon.” Yoko said with a mischievous smile that showed her fangs.

“Im sure i can manage thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said with a smile.

“Suit yourself.” Yoko shrugged and took both bags and left.

Ms Thornhill who had silently watched the exchange decided to say something now Yoko was gone.

“I had no idea she was struggling so much.”

“It’s quite alright Marilyn. I believe Y/n is a master in charades. If she didn’t want us to know she would have made sure it stayed that way. It is nobody’s fault.”

“I still feel i should have noticed earlier.”

“All we can do now is our best to help her get the rest she needs. Will you accompany me to my office? Someone needs to open the door and i doubt it will be sleeping beauty here and my hands will be full.” Weems joked.

“Sure. Lead the way, Larissa.” Ms Thornhill said, and Weems gently leaned down to place her arm under your knees and another around your torso. She softly scooped you into her arms and held you close as you continued to sleep with your head now resting on her collarbone. She straightened her back, standing back to her full height with you bundled in her arms. You sighed softly and turned your face into her collar. Ms Thornhill chuckled softly.

“You're quite the natural at that Larissa. She seems to like it.” Ms Thornhill joked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I hate it either, she is refreshingly warm to hold. And seems to be a cuddler.” Weems said with a lighthearted smile.

“That she does.” The botany teacher agreed as you turned yourself further into the principals embrace.

“Well, we should take this one to my office.” Weems said and the two left the room. It wasn’t far to the principal's office and there were no students in the hall. Weems heels clicked as she walked with Ms Thornhill trailing behind her. They made short quiet conversation about students and staff alike as they walked.

Arriving at the big oak doors Marilyn stepped forward and opened them, holding it wide for the principal to step in with you in her arms still. Your heads lolled slightly as you continued to sleep. Weems was reluctant to let you go, afraid of waking you, but regardless she set you down on the couch. Supporting your head like one might a small child as she laid you down into the nest of pillows. Marilyn appeared and gently laid a blanket over you which Weems noted was from where she had discarded it on the floor in the early hours of the morning. the principal thanked the botanist and went to put another log on the fire to keep the room warm. You wiggled around a little on the couch before settling which made both teacher chuckle.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

“I’ve got it.” Ms Thornhill said and went to open the door. She let Yoko into the room where she grinned devilishly at your sleeping form. She had decided to take revenge for one of your most recent pranks on her. She held your black bag in her arms and had a blanket over her shoulder.

“Ms Tanaka, I believe i have blankets.” Weems said frowning.

“Yes, but I doubt you have Y/n’s weighted blanket.” Yoko smiled.

“You are correct.” Weems said.

“She doesn’t sleep without it. Actually, she’s very particular about how she sleeps.” Yoko said.

“How so?” Ms Thornhill asked her curiosity piqued.

“Watch this.” Yoko said smiling with a feral grin that weems knew meant trouble. Yoko crossed the office and began to unzip the bag; she pulled out two stuffed toys and Weems raised an eyebrow. Yoko placed the toys next to you on the couch and whispered something in your ear. Almost immediately you reached out and grabbed them wrapping an arm around them and tucking them, so they rested under your chin.

Weems stifled a smiled at how cute it was as Marilyn cooed softly. Yoko snickered.

“Shes a big softy.” The vampire grinned looking back at the two teachers.

“I packed her a change of clothes, her Pjs, her toothbrush, her sketchbook, the blanket, her phone and her noise cancelling headphones because as i said earlier she’s a weirdo and sleep with them on.” Yoko said looking at you with a soft smile and both teachers knew there was no heat behind the coy insults.

“Right, well thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said and took the blanket from Yoko. “Christ thats heavy.” Weems said the weight catching her off guard as Yoko held it with ease. She just shrugged.

“Vampire strength has its perks.” She smiled and her fangs glinted in the flickering firelight.

“Yes well, what a blessing. Now, i best recommend you return to wherever you are required to be.” The principal said and Yoko smiled and crossed the room to her door.

“Enjoy your sleepover Ms Weems and thank you for setting be free for a night.” She said and left cheekily.

An hour passed and Marilyn had elected to stay, she was sat across from you on the couch reading the book she had propped up on her knees. She was cradling a mug of tea while the principal sat at her desk typing out emails. You were beginning to show some more signs of life as you stirred. Ms Thornhill looked over the top of her book at you, studying you as you blinked a few times as you adjusted to the light. She gently set the book down after placing her bookmark in the spine.

“Good afternoon, Ms L/n.” She said with a grin. You blinked at her, and she noted you still seemed exhausted.

“Hi?” You said, voice deep and gravely from sleep. You looked around slightly confused, gaze catching on the principal who had stopped typing was was watching you from her desk. You took a moment and Ms Thornhill took her chance to tease you. The principal had kindly decided to not mention the stuffies under your arm, but Ms Thornhill decided to have some fun after all, you did fall asleep in her class and the two of you got along well. She smiled at you wolfishly.

“So, Y/n who are your little friends?” She asked.

You looked down finally noticing the toys and blushed a deep shade of red and buried them under the blankets making Ms Thornhill chuckle and the principal smile.

“Oh, Yoko’s dead” You groaned.

��I assure you Ms Tanaka is quiet well.” Weems said.

“She won't be once i murder her.” You grumbled softly but they both heard you.

“May i take this chance to remind you i do not allow nor condone grievous bodily harm to students?” Weems said with a smile. You frowned grumbling softly under your breath. Deciding to opt for a subject change you sat up keeping the toys under the blanket.

“Um… Principal Weems? How did I get here?” You asked looking around.

“Well, Yoko informed me of your sleeping habits or rather, lack thereof” Weems said with a disproving frown, “after you fell asleep in Ms Thornhill’s class, we brought you here.”

“Not that I’m not grateful but why am I here?”

“Well, we cannot leave you unsupervised in the dormitory during the day and all the staff have classes or marking to do. And based off the sleeping pill I plan to give you, you need to be with a trusted adult to ensure you're alright in the event of an emergency, however unlikely, in the night. As you would most likely not wake up yourself. And based off the fact the infirmary beds aren’t very comfortable and it’s rather loud, aside from the fact the nurses go home for the night at 10pm I thought it best you stay here. With me. Unless you have a problem with that?”

“N-no. Thank you principal Weems.”

“Now Yoko has brought your things from your dorm. I’ve sent someone to get you some food from the kitchen, so you have something in you before you take the medicine.”

She said and Ms Thornhill stood and grabbed the bag handing it to you. You quickly stuffed both the teddies into the bag, and she saw what they were. Both toys were white as snow, and one was a monkey and the other a dog with a small yellow t-shirt. They both looked well loved. She smiled gently; you were cute in your own way. A softie as Yoko had said.

“So am i ever going to get to know their names?” She asked gesturing to the bag.

“Fine.” You huffed. “But i named them as a seven-year-old so you can't judge me. Also, as a kid all my toys i slept with had to be white. I don’t know why. I had one before these two and it was also white. The monkey is named marshmallow, and the dog is the older one, I’ve had her longer; her name is snowflake. Happy?” You huffed. And Ms Thornhill smiled.

“Very.” She said with an air of finality.

“Well Ms L/n-“

“Y/n.” You corrected the principal. “Ms L/n is too formal. It reminds me of when I’m in trouble.” You said wincing slightly at the uncomfortable memories. Weems sensed the change in you disposition and nodded.

“Y/n.” She corrected, “We should get you ready for bed. The food should be here soon, and you can have an early night. Ms Thornhill and I will eat with you and then it's off to bed.” She said and you nodded slightly embarrassed with the kindness and attention you were unused to.

“Come change and then we can eat.” She said and stood from her desk to come to your side. You grabbed the Pjs Yoko had chosen and sighed as she had at least gotten you something with a little dignity. It was a faded black AC/DC shirt and a pair of fluffy black long pants. You grabbed the clothes and let the tall blonde lead you to the bathroom in her private quarters with a hand on the small of your back. As the two of you left Ms Thornhill went back to her book. She looked up at another knock on the door. She stood, thanking the cook and taking the tray of food into the principals' quarters, she was good friends with the blonde and had been in there many times, so it was ok. She set the food down on the large glass dining table. The principal came and joined her bring plates from her own small kitchen to serve the food on.

A moment later the heard the door open and you stepped into the room looking slightly awkward.

“Come sit.” Ms Thornhill said and patted the seat beside her.

“Yes. You to eat and then it's back to bed with you.” Weems said and smiled.

The two teachers talked amicably while you opted to silently eat. The exhaustion had returned, and you kept spacing out while you fed yourself. Something that did not go unnoticed by both teachers as they grew concerned.

After everyone was finished Weems left and returned with a glass of water and a pill. She handed them to you and nodded. You took them sluggishly and popped the white tablet into your mouth downing the water and setting the empty glass on the table. Weems helped you up and led you to a spare bedroom. She folded back the sheets for you.

“Brush your teeth and do whatever else you do before bed and then I’ll tuck you in so to speak.” She said with a soft smile. “Bathroom is the second door on the right. The other ones the closet.” She said.

You got ready and hopped into the bed. The principal came back in a moment later.

“I expect you to sleep Y/n. I don’t want to find you were awake tomorrow. I will be in the next room or my office if you need anything at all. Don’t make me use the baby monitor.” She said sounding serious.

“Baby monitor?” You asked.

“How do you think I keep other students in bed when they stay here?” She asked raising a brow.

“You have other students here?” You asked getting sleepy.

“Oh, darling you're not the first who has had trouble sleeping. And I know a certain raven who insists on trying to sneak out. Hence the baby monitor.”

“Ha!” You laughed. “Wednesday’s baby monitor.” You said grinning and closing your eyes.

“Yes. Now sleep child. Sweet dreams darling.” She said and turned the lights out and pulled the door closed but not shut, leaving it slightly ajar.

You mumbled goodnight and rolled over. You grabbed the teddies from your backpack and burrowed under the blankets.

An hour later both teachers peaked into the room to check on you, smiling when the say the white fluff of the teddies peeking out from under the blankets. Weems grinned.

“Yoko’s right, she is a softie.”

“A sleepy softie.” Marilyn nodded and agreed.

Both teachers smiled at each other and went back to the principal's office to talk and enjoy a glass of wine.

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prettygreenpills · 1 year ago

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Hello darling! I wanna ask for day 20, overstimulation with Marilyn Thornhill. Thank you so much, I love your works I can’t wait to read it!

-🎃

Hello anon, here it is!

KINKTOBER day 20 | overstimulation - Marilyn Thornhill

warnings: overstimulation, sub!marilyn, dom!reader, strap-fucking, eating out, strap-on sex, gxg, hair pulling, etc.

I know you can do one more

“Lay onto the bed baby,” you said as you pulled away from the already naked redhead and she looked at you with big doe eyes.

Marilyn laid onto the bed as fast as possible and you smiled for yourself. Taking the strap which she already prepared, you put it on and adjusted the clips. Marilyn was watching your every single move, swallowing you with her big doe eyes.

When everything was ready, you made your way over to the bed, elegantly. Kneeling onto the mattress, you knelt onto your right knee first which was followed with the left one.

“Please Y/n,” Marilyn started begging already and all you had to do was prepare the toys you wanted to use on her. The smile grew on your lips and you leant down between her legs to reach her beautiful pale face.

“What are you begging for pretty?” You asked and softly licked her neck. Marilyn moaned in response and she tilted her head to the opposite side.

“I- use the strap. Please-“

“Oh I will,” you smiled and took Marilyn by her hips. You turned her lower body, so you could still see her beautiful breasts and when you looked down at her ass… “Will you take me darling?”

“Yes-“ she breathed out because you already brushed your tip against her and your hand stroked her left ass cheek. “I will take you. Please-“

“That’s a good girl, isn’t she?” You chuckled and put your tip against her. Sliding lower on the bed, you supported yourself on your hands which were by her head by then and then you softly moved your hips.

“Yes please-“ Marilyn moaned and she gripped the pillow with her fingers. You pushed your whole length inside of her, piece by piece, slowly. Just to make sure you wouldn’t hurt her. When Marilyn moaned from the pleasure, you smiled for yourself and kept moving your hips slowly, making sure you were hitting the right spot inside of her. And when Marilyn didn't stop moaning, your hands found her beautiful and round boobs. Squeezing them in your hands softly, you didn't stop with the thrusts, making the redhead whine out.

"That's right darling, you are taking me so well," you praised the woman you happened to be pounding into. Marilyn moaned at the praise and your hips kept meeting hers.

“Fuck, Y/n-“ she let out a really delicate moan for you. Your response to this was that you softly squeezed her breasts feeling her skin sliding under your fingers as if Marilyn was made of honey.

“Darling,” you breathed out while you were trusting into her and your eyes closed. The picture of the naked woman under you seemed to be printed on your eyelids. So you opened your eyes again, meeting Marilyn with wide opened mouth and you were taking in all of her moans. “That’s it Marilyn. You look so beautiful when you’re laying under me and taking my strap.”

“Please faster- oh god-“ she arched in her back and you were ready to give the woman what she wanted.

You took her by her hips and turned the whole woman so she was laying on the bed, face down. You took her hips and pulled them up.

“Hands Marilyn,” you breathed out and when she put them onto her lower back, you took them and held them in the place, using a bit of your strength. Your hips started automatically moving backwards and forwards, hiding your cock inside of her.

“Y/n,” Marilyn moaned softly and after that she let out a whine.

One of your hands was holding hers and the other one landed on her ass. You let your hand rest there and you closed your eyes as your thighs were moving forwards with your hips as well.

“Oh-“ she moaned into the pillow and your hand continued lower, brushing her thighs.

All you could think of was the red haired woman which was kneeling in front of you. Well, laying. Her beautiful ass presented to you was making sure your eyes stayed on the same spot for a little bit of time and when you looked away, it was her back. God the woman was so beautiful like this.

“That’s it Marilyn. You’re such a good girl. If you want to, you can stimulate your clit for me.”

You almost didn’t have time to finish your thoughts and the woman’s hand immediately flew between her thighs. Marilyn moaned at the feeling and you didn’t even bother yourself with stopping.

“Dear god- oh Y/n,” Marilyn moaned softly and your eyes closed. It felt like heaven listening to this woman moaning out your name while you were deep inside of her.

The little valley between her asscheeks made her ass even more outstanding. From the coldness you felt, you could say that the woman was leaving some feelings inside of you. Oh what would you give up to feel her clenching…

You released her hands. Taking her by her hips for a second, you pushed yourself even deeper than you had been already and you laid onto her back, pushing your hips up.

A moan which all of the pleasure had created in the woman escaped her and your hips got into work again.

“Fuck-“ she somehow managed to let out and you leant to her ear, brushing her hair out of your way.

“Are we close darling?”

“Yes- please!” Marilyn whined. That made your smile grow wide and all you did was pulling back. You smacked her ass once more and then your hips took the highest speed they could.

Watching your cock disappear in her and listening to her beautiful moans which were filling the room seemed to be even better than any sex you had had with her before. Of course you knew what was this woman capable of, but this one was… different.

Marilyn’s hand got faster. As you realized the fast circles she was drawing, you took her by her hair and softly pulled, knowing what she liked.

“Y/n!” Marilyn moaned out louder and her body shook softly right in front of you. All you did was moving your hips softly and slowly, to let the woman ride out her high. As you pulled out and realized how she came all over your cock, you smiled for yourself.

“Okay love?” You asked her softly once your movements totally stopped and you waited for her to nod her head. By that little movement she agreed to your unasked question which was if you could pull out. And you did. Slowly.

“Oh,” Marilyn mumbled and you let go of her body. Taking the strap off, you got off the bed and knelt in front of it, watching the redhead.

“Come to the edge love,” you murmured and Marilyn looked over at you. When she saw you kneeling at the end of the bed on the floor, she moaned and rushed over to you through the whole bed. “Good girl, a very good girl as I see,” you brushed her thighs with your hands and looked up. “Now I’ll need you to spread open your legs for me. Last one I promise,” you promised her and Marilyn did as she was told.

She laid back, opened her legs for you and presented you her dripping core. You felt how your saliva got collected in your mouth and before you dove down between her thighs, you swallowed hardly. And after that there was nothing what was stopping you from eating her out.

Your hands grabbed her thighs. With closed eyes you licked Marilyn from the bottom part to the top and you moaned at the taste.

“Fuck-“ she moaned out and she took you by your hair. Her nails were giving a beautiful massage to your scalp and when she pulled your hair from time to time, you knew that you were doing so good.

Your tongue went up to her clit and you started playing there a little. Swirling your tongue around her little bud of nerves, you looked up at her. When you saw Marilyn being arched in her back and pushing her breasts high up into the air, you almost moaned.

Continuing lower, you licked her again. And after that, she took your attention again, so you slid inside of her with your tongue, making it really easy with your own saliva.

“Oh Y/n- you’re doing so good-“ she moaned softly and you realized her hand traveling across her stomach. You let her reach her own clit and please herself, knowing what she liked. “Fuck-“ a breathless moan left from between her delicate lips again as she circled her clit with her fingers and the muscles on her legs contracted.

You knew that she was close. The more you were playing with her, the faster she came. It didn’t really take long and you felt her throb against your face. It brought smile to your face, but you couldn’t stop. You had to go on.

“Y/n-“ she moaned out your name softly, “please- I’m close-“

“I know,” you mumbled against her only and you tapped her thigh. Marilyn supported herself on her elbows and she looked down at you. As she had the sight of you between her legs and since you were keeping the eye contact… that sent the woman straight over the edge.

“Oh my-“ Marilyn gasped only and she arched in her back the best she could. You kept eating her out and you helped yourself with your own hand, stimulating her clit. “Yes- yes-!”

Her thighs clenched around her head but it didn’t bother you. You just kept going on until you wouldn’t get the last drop the redhead had to offer. And when she started closing her legs slowly, letting you know that there wasn’t any sign of pleasure again, you softly pulled away.

“You taste amazing baby,” you whispered and chuckled. Marilyn just breathed out and you smiled for yourself, kissing her thighs.

#writers on tumblr #fluff #smut #gxg #larissaweems #prettygreenpills #nevermoreacademy #nevermore #mommy marilyn #marilyn thornhill #laurelgates #Christina Rocco #gwendolinechristie #gwendolinejniverse

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illegal-heartbreaker · 2 years ago

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Heyyyy first, I want to say that I love your writing!!!

I saw this prompt in tiktok and I thought that it's kinda cute. I'm not sure if you do Larissa Weems x Reader x Marilyn Thornhill though but anyway.

Larissa and Marilyn are together. One time they're talking about how they're struggling to get a baby in their relationship. A baby as in another person they can be in a poly relationship with. Reader heard this but they thought baby like as in a child. So being close with the two, she offered advice and told them that they can help them if they needed it. Larissa and Marilyn just looked at each other and they both agreed to pursue reader and get them as their baby. It's up to you how it goes, it's totally fine if you don't write this! Thank youuu

Innocent Offer {l. weems & m. thornhill}

summary: req above !

relationship: larissa weems x fem!reader x marilyn thornhill

extra/warning: this req is so cute 😭

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You had sat on the couch in the corner of the staff room at the start of the second break and since then everyone had left to go to their next periods. You were mindlessly scrolling through your instagram when two figures walk in oblivious to that fact that you were there as well. Looking back down at your phone, you move closer to the two ladies wanting to hear what they were talking about.

"Larissa! We've tried so many times to get one, don't you just want to give up?" You looked over at the two, Larissa was scrolling through her phone whilst Marilyn had her head rested on the table.

"Trust me darling," she placed her phone down and gave Marilyn a comforting hug whilst you watched. "We will get one for our own, just have some patience." Thats when it hit you, they were trying to get a baby. Watching the two of them from your corner, you couldn't help but feel bad for the two, they deserved the world after everything they had done to help you over the years that you had worked here and now you had the opportunity to return the favour by being their surrogate. You walk over to the two and sit down across from them.

"Y/N?? How long have you been here?" Larissa looks at you in shock, making her partner raise her head to look at you.

"Long enough to hear your issue," You start not noticing the look of horror the both shared. "I understand how terrible it is too feel this way, my parents had the same issue. If it makes you feel any better I'd gladly do it for you. Think about it, and get back to me but for now I really need to get ready for my next class." and with that you stand back up and leave the room, leaving the other two speachless.

"You think she really means that?" Marilyn asks looking at her girlfriend in pure shock, already knowing that she wants you.

"Well, I really hope so otherwise I don't know what she means." A hum is the response, "But you need to go to your next class otherwise you'll be late. Let me deal with this new information for now." She finishes kissing Marilyns head softly, sighing as she watched her other half leave the staff room.

Larissa knew that her Marilyn wanted you and she couldn't deny that she thought you were attractive. Somehow she had landed herself at the door of your classroom, just able to make out you at the front of the classroom. Slipping into the classroom, she is able to stay at the back without being noticed. Watching for a few minutes before sitting down next to one of the students who quickly sat up straighter amusing Larissa.

"Can anyone tell me what Crackstones goal was?" You ask the class spontaneously, looking around for someone to answer. No hands raised and just as you were about to say it yourself a hand goes up in the back. Nodding relieved that someone was paying attention.

"He wanted the world rid of Outcasts, and it seems he failed miserably." The voice who answers makes you freeze in your tracks.

"Principal Weems? What are you doing here?" If students weren't already paying attention they were now, craning their necks to look at their Principal.

"Came to check on how you were doing. Am I not allowed to do that anymore?"

"I- of course you can! It's just you've never come to my class before." You point out causing a few students to laugh, looking down at your watch to check the time realising that there was ten minutes left. Allowing the students to leave early you walk around your desk to your cupboard

"Y/N, Did you really mean what you said earlier?" Your boss asks, as she looks down at your figure which is bent over looking for something.

"Of course! You and Marilyn deserve a child and I'd be honoured to be able to help." You smile, but it drops the moment you see Larissa's face go from curiosity to surprise. "You meant a child right?"

#larissa weems x y/n #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #wednesday #larissa weems #marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #fluff #larissa weems x reader x marilyn thornhill

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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Sooo if this is too dark then you can totally ignore this prompt..but what about a Laurel Gates x kidnapped fem reader? What if Laurel got away but some of the outcasts kidnaps reader to hurt Laurel since everyone knows that Marilyn and mc were dating and they figured if they torture reader they could get back at Laurel in some way for killing outcasts? Plus it was found out that reader knew about Laurel's plans and did nothing to stop her. What they didn't know was that Laurel was keeping her eyes on reader and when they had the audacity to touch her, it just made Laurel murderously furious. She comes in, sees disheveled injured reader with rips and tears in her clothes and just loses it. They kidnappers didn't stand a chance. Afterwards a lot of tender love and care between 2 reunited lovers.

Thank you!

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I'm sorry if it's too dark... I hope you like it and sorry about the delay and the language mistakes :)))))

Are you going to save me?

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

Warnings: Angst, mentions of horrible bullying, torture, mentions of death, slightly dark reader, hurt & comfort, dark themes

Word count: 6,334

Summary: You were living a hell in Nevermore, you only had her, but the police caught Laurel and now you have to think what your next step would be…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!! I have to say that in this one, italics mean flashbacks!!!

“Why don't you tell this to Principal Weems?” Marilyn asked while taking care of a wound you got when you “fell” down the stairs. “I know it wasn't an accident, (Y/N), you know you can't lie to me.”

You nodded and hissed in pain as she applied cream to your arm.

“It wouldn't be any use, Marilyn...” You said with a sigh, looking out the conservatory window and holding back a tear.

She tilted her head and caressed your cheek, gently placing her lips on yours.

“I don't think you should sit there letting those beasts hurt you, manipulate you...” She said with a pitiful face, without stopping caressing you. “Don't let them walk all over you, (Y/N), you can't let them win.”

“They already have...” She said, getting up from the stool you were sitting on. “I just, I just have to hold on for a few more months... A little more time and it will all be over forever...”

The redhead stood behind you and wrapped her hands around your waist, pulling you towards her, sighing and resting her head on your shoulder.

“It hurts me to see you suffer, (Y/N), you don't know how much it hurts me,” she whispered in your ear.

“Just ignore it, like I do, I don't want to cause you any trouble,” you said, moving away from her embrace, tired of the life you had in Nevermore, of your life in general.

“I can't ignore that, (Y/N), you are the most important thing in my life...” Marilyn sighed, rubbing your back, standing in front of you again. –“I... I just can't, (Y/N).”

“You should... There's nothing you can do, or that I can do, just be patient...” You said, wiping a tear from your cheek and heading towards the exit, wanting to sink into your bed and never wake up again.

“Wait, wait, (Y/N). You're wrong...” She told you with a gloomy tone. “There may be something…”

“Anything else?” The sheriff asked, while you clung to the blanket that the emergency services gave you. You raised your gaze, which you had fixed on the ground.

“No,” you said seriously, firmly.

The police officer nodded and ran a hand over your shoulder before walking away and joining another of his colleagues.

That night everything had been chaos. That horrible pilgrim, Joseph Crackstone, had managed to come back to life, and with a terrible purpose, to kill all the outcasts, everything that he and his family called: The scum of the world.

Fire, destruction, screams and cries, that was a good summary for what happened in Nevermore that night. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that the woman you loved, Marilyn, was responsible for everything, Laurel Gates, a ghost, one full of hatred and vengeance, one who had camouflaged herself under the kind and innocent botany teacher.

The same woman who took care of you, who cared about you, the same woman with whom you started a forbidden, inappropriate relationship, and with whom you thought you would go to the end of the world.

Certainly for you any place was much better than Nevermore. You were not an outcast, nor a normie, you were in the middle of two worlds. Your family came from a proud line of sirens, but you were the different, the weak link in the chain, a girl who was incapable of singing, of hypnotizing, of enchanting like your family did. You just swam well, you weren't even able to transform. You were a disaster, a stain on your family's lineage, an outcast, a waste who deserved nothing more than to study in a place where your classmates thought the same. It was like you were living in hell.

You were never particularly sociable, nor were you interested in making friends. You were a lonely, different girl, and that made you the target of all the bullies at school. Throwing you down the stairs was something that could always happen, you lived surrounded by words of contempt, ridicule and pushing.

If that redheaded normie had never helped you, you didn't know where you would be, or if you would exist. Maybe the pity she felt towards you led to your relationship, but you never wanted to see it that way. You simply saw two lost souls in a place that didn’t belong to them.

You weren't sure that she loved you, that you weren't a simple game for her, an entertainment, something that only served to forget the life she had at school.

No, it wasn't like that. You knew it, she loved you. You knew it when Marilyn revealed to you that that wasn't her name, that she wasn't just any stupid normie teacher, that she was Laurel Gates.

You kept her secret and didn't give it importance. In the world you lived in, she was everything to you, you didn't even care about her name, just about she didn't close the door at night, that you could stay forever in her bed, in her arms... That together you would heal your wounds.

You got up from the hood of the car you were sitting in and walked like a zombie towards the school building. A lot had happened that night, but at that moment you only thought about Laurel, where she would be, if the police were guarding her or if they had already locked her up forever.

You knew that thinking about it only hurt you and you could only sleep, hoping that a note would slip through the door, that she wouldn't be under arrest, that she would tell you that she would always be with you.

You stayed up all night, but you didn't hear the familiar noise of the love notes she used to slip, nor the quick, discreet footsteps echoing on the wood. She wasn't there, she was gone.

The next morning was a constant noise of suitcases and students leaving school. Classes had been suspended and most of your classmates were returning home. You don’t. Your parents told you that you were old enough to take care of yourself. You weren't surprised by that answer, it seemed like everyone hated you, hated you for as long as you could remember.

A few students also did not receive a visit from their families, either because they were too far away and it would take them a while to get there, or because they simply didn’t have a family.

The dining room was disturbing, almost completely silent. You walked through the empty tables, surrounding the only one of them all that was occupied by your classmates.

You ate in silence, without looking into those eyes that seemed to have no mercy even at a time like this. It was always the same, a dead silence when you passed by them, a lot of murmurs and mocking laughter when you walked away. You were used to it.

“Guys, guys!” One of your classmates, precisely a petulant siren, said abruptly entering the dining room holding what looked like a newspaper..

“What's wrong, Melissa?” Brad, the worst one of your classmates, asked, the one who made fun of you the most. Just hearing his voice made you stab the knife hard into your food.

“She has escaped...” the girl said, leaving the newspaper on the table. “Laurel has escaped.”

Your indifference and disgust were replaced by a sudden look at the table, one of curiosity, of surprise.

“What?” another of the boys said, picking up the newspaper and luckily for you, reading it aloud. “Laurel Gates, accused of several murders, escaped from the Jericho police station this morning, leaving several officers injured. Sheriff Galpin, still affected by the internment of his son, who served to those murders, has confirmed to this newspaper that they will not stop until they find her whereabouts...”

“Laurel...” You sighed, in a tone low enough not to be heard by them. Your eyes were wide open and your hands were shaking, making an unpleasant grinding sound with the cutlery.

She had escaped, they didn't have her. A ray of hope crossed your chest. You didn't know if that really had anything to do with you, you doubted it, but deep in your heart you felt that she was still there, possibly waiting for you, looking for the moment to take you with her far away from there, as she had promised you so many times.

“What are we going to do now?” the siren asked, sitting down and leaning over to talk to the others.

“Well, it's clear. Weems is in the hospital and the police are watching Nevermore, we don't have to worry about anything,” Brad said.

“I'm not afraid of her coming back, in fact, I want her to. The Jericho police seem like something out of an afternoon TV movie, they are never going to find her...” Melissa whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, let's take justice into our own hands. That crazy Gates wanted to kill us, we can't let her get away with it, don't you see? This is our opportunity,” the girl stated.

You listened attentively to the conversation, pretending to drink some water and playing with your food. You were probably so insignificant to them that they didn't even care that you were there.

“Oh, you mean that we…”

“Exactly. We’ll find her and make her pay for her crimes. Who's signing up?”

Everyone looked at each other and hesitantly nodded.

“How do you plan to do it? No one knows where she is,” Brad said, pointing to the newspaper.

“Well, that's something we're going to find out...”

Fed up with what you were hearing, you pushed your chair back, making a noise on purpose, and left the tray in its place, leaving the dining room under the watchful eyes of your companions.

You didn't believe for a second that anyone would find her. You knew her well. She was intelligent, elusive. No one would find her in a million years.

Lacking something to do, you returned to your room, eagerly waiting for the night to come, the moment when you were sure that she would come for you, that she would return to rescue you.

“Laurel Gates? But, but that's impossible... She, she died, I heard Wednesday Addams say that,” you said, incredulous at that unexpected confession.

“She didn't die, (Y/N)...” Marilyn said, shaking her head, sitting next to you. “She never did.”

You looked nervously everywhere. You knew who the Gates family was, but you didn't imagine that Marilyn, your girlfriend, your lover, was the last living descendant.

“So... You, you lied to me...” You said, realizing the truth. Laurel shook her head again and grabbed you by her shoulders so you were looking at her face.

“Honey, I did it to protect myself from them. Jesus Christ, (Y/N), can you imagine what they would have thought if they knew who I really was?” She asked with a soft and calm tone, a far cry from what those words meant.

“I...I...” You stuttered.

“They would never have hired me, I would never have met you... Everything... This whole world of outcasts, of people who believe they are victims of society, would never have understood who I am...”

“I can, I can understand...” You whispered, nodding slowly. She smiled and took your hand, caressing it lovingly.

“It's not just about what they do to me, about the contempt I have to suffer for being normi, it's about my life, (Y/N), they destroyed it,” she explained to you.

“Your family...” You said in a very low voice, remembering everything you had heard about them, about what happened to them. “They say they died by chance, because of the hatred they accumulated towards the outcasts.”

Laurel laughed nervously, shaking her head.

“My girl... My poor little girl... They lied. Outcasts lie, (Y/N), it's their nature. They killed them.”

You looked up, horrified by those words.

“My brother Garrett fell in love with an outcast, Morticia Frump.”

“Isn't that Wednesday's mother?” You interrupted. The redhead looked at you and nodded, her face changed, a darkness slowly taking over it.

“That's right, honey. That… Whore… she cajoled Garrett, made him believe she had feelings for him only to break his heart. Garrett died defending our family, protecting the normis from the monsters that live in Nevermore...”

“I didn't know that,” you said embarrassed.

“Of course you didn’t... Everyone in Jericho made an effort to ensure that this crime went unpunished, that the culprits were not arrested, do you know why?” You shook your head. “Because the outcasts only wanted to protect themselves. Always so vain, concerned only with their own good, never with the suffering of others. That has not changed.”

“It's, it's horrible,” you said. She nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What they are doing to you is worse, (Y/N)... But don't worry, together we will get through it, I promise you...”

You opened your eyes disoriented. Your room was dark, it was already night. In your dreams you only saw her, you saw her enter through that door and rescue you from that place, get you out of there forever.

You had slept a few hours, but your body still hurt, your head was thinking too many things at once and you still didn't know anything about Laurel.

“Fuck, of course...” You said to yourself, grabbing your jacket. “Why hasn't it occurred to me before?”

You felt stupid at that moment. Nevermore was already a fortress before everything happened, but now, the Jericho police guarded the place. Laurel couldn't get in without being caught. It was too risky. There was only one option in your head that sounded reasonable: That she was waiting for you somewhere, somewhere safe.

The Gates mansion was the perfect place. The police had already looked there, and no one would think she had returned. Besides, it was her house, she knew it, she knew all the nooks and crannies of it, all the perfect places to hide, and so do you.

You opened the door and the hallways were terrifying. Empty, devoid of the life they used to have. You walked through them, making too much noise with your footsteps. You didn't care too much, no one could hear them.

“Shit,” you said, hiding in a corner as you saw a police officer patrolling the front door.

“Jenkins, any news? Over,” It rang through the agent's walkie.

“Negative, everything calm. Any trace of Gates? Over.”

“No, we have built the mansion stone by stone and nothing. We'll search the neighboring towns, over.”

“Roger, good luck, over and out.”

You were breathing nervously, but that transmission you heard served to reaffirm your suspicions. Laurel was probably at the mansion, the police had left the scene.

You searched your pockets for something to distract the policeman. You found it, a pen. Looking towards the far side of the hall, you threw it, causing the noise to alert the police officer.

“Is there anyone there?” He asked, moving away from the door.

It was your chance. You ran towards the exit and with a jump that you didn't think was possible, you scaled the school wall, landing spectacularly on the grass and heading without delay to the abandoned mansion.

That place was deserted. There were no patrol cars, no police officers. Entering that house made a lot of memories invade you, memories with her.

You went through each and every one of its rooms, including hers, a place where you spent a lot of time, and a lot of cold, snuggling naked next to her while she whispered words of love, comfort, promises of a better future.

Your hopes were fading, because you couldn't find the redhead anywhere, in any of the hidden corners of the house. There was only one room left, the basement, a place that terrified you.

From above, you looked at the stairs and swallowed, turning on the switch and ready to walk down and find her, reassure your heart that she was there waiting for you. You couldn't have known it, a strong blow to the head made you fall down the stairs. You fell unconscious.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was the hanging lamp in the basement. Your vision was clearing, but your head hurt and you felt something wet right where you received the blow. You went to put a hand to your head, to check the severity of the wound, but to your horror, you were unable to move, you were tied to a chair hand and foot, and you were not alone.

“Good morning, (Y/N), did you sleep well?” Melissa, your fellow mermaid, asked, surrounded by the same people who were in the dining room that afternoon.

“What?” You said annoyed, babbling, fighting against the ropes that kept you tied to the chair. “What's happening?”

“It's funny that you ask that,” Brad said.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, starting to get scared. Their gaze was dark, accusatory.

“What are you doing here?” Melissa asked back, approaching and crossing her arms. “Were you expecting someone to appear?”

You shook your head, still dizzy from the headache. You didn't understand anything, you were terribly confused.

“No...” You whispered.

“No?”

You looked at her terrified as she grabbed some papers that another classmate gave her.

“It's funny... I've always wondered why you got along so well with Miss Thornhill. You were always with her... You got the best grades... I should have realized it sooner...” She told you, showing you some papers that you quickly recognized. It was horrible. Those thugs had in their hands the love letters you sent to Marilyn in response to hers. All of them were in those monsters’ hands.

“Where did you get them from?” You asked nervously, fighting harder against your restrictions. “Give them back to me!”

“Oh no, no, no. Laurel Gates wasn't made of stone after all... She kept them in a box, in the conservatory. She probably didn't count on us finding them...” Melissa said, turning page after page, looking for something. “Oh, this is my favorite one: Marilyn, you are the love of my life… Your letter made me cry…

“Please...” You begged, when you heard their mocking laughter.

“Wait, I'm not done yet… Last night when I left your room I did it with regret, with anger for not being able to stay with you, hug you. I can't stop thinking about your kisses, your caresses, about your way of making love to me...”

“Oh, God, that's gross,” Brad said, interrupting Melissa with a gesture of disgust.

“Yes, it's quite eww,” the siren said, putting on the same expression.

You moved desperately in the chair, making small jumps while you grunted and cried.

“Stop it!” You shouted. “Stop!”

“Wow, calm down, (Y/N)... Fucking a teacher is the fantasy of many people, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” the girl said, throwing the letters on the ground and getting dangerously close to you, resting her hands on the chair arms.. “Unless that teacher is a psychopathic murderer who wanted to kill us all…”

You were burning with anger, rage, shame. You were always weak, you always allowed yourself to be manipulated, beaten. But that had been too much. They knew about the relationship you had with Marilyn, probably that's why they had tied you up in that basement.

Your body screamed to defend itself and it did so in the only way it could.

With all your strength, you moved your head forward, headbutting the siren hard. She screamed in pain.

“You bitch!” She yelled, wiping the blood that was now falling down her nose. “You're going to find out who I am...” She threatened, approaching you again. You closed your eyes, waiting for a blow, one that would surely hurt.

“Hey, hey, Meli…” Brad said, holding the siren by the arm. “Calm down, remember why we are here…”

Melissa growled and spat at the ground, right beneath you.

“It's true, I almost forgot... You weren't just a fuckable toy, right? These letters make us think that there was something else between you two.”

“You don't know anything...” You said, spitting out some blood, you had bitten your tongue when you headbutted that bully.

“Well, these letters have given us a lot of information. Information that we are going to use for the common good. We will be heroes, (Y/N), thanks to you.”

You shook your head and little by little your gaze darkened.

“If what these letters say is true, you are the perfect tool for her to come to you, and for us to catch her,” Brad said, standing in front of Melissa.

“You are the bait, (Y/N),” another of the boys said.

You shook your head and again tried to remove those ropes, without success.

“Unless…” Melissa said, reflecting. “Unless you know where she is…”

You stopped, looking serious. You didn't know, but you weren't going to give them the pleasure of denying it, not anymore. This had surpassed all their abuse, all the hell they made you live in Nevermore.

“Do you know where she is?” Brad asked.

“Wait, leave it to me,” The siren said, taking off the ridiculous amulet that she was wearing around her neck. “Tell me where Laurel is,” She whispered, making you dizzy, but nothing else. No desire to confess, nor obey her stupid siren song.

“It doesn't work,” the boy who was behind said.

“I'm half a mermaid, you're just wasting your time...” You hissed triumphantly, with half a smile on your face. You had nothing to lose by being brave, although in that moment you were just being stupid, adding more fuel to the fire around you, putting yourself more at risk.

Melissa backed away with disturbing calm and turned her back to you, laughing softly.

“Maybe I'm not using the right methods...” She whispered, before turning around and punching you in the face.

The blow was terribly painful, right in her eye. You could feel the place spinning around you, how you would have fallen back if one of the boys hadn't held your chair.

“Hey, hey, calm down, we need her alive,” Brad said, while Melissa shook her sore hand.

Tears ran down your face, you felt how the blow throbbed, how it swelled and how it hurt, but your expression was not one of pain, but of rage, of determination. You wouldn't know if you could escape from there, but you did know that you wouldn't be a rag again, someone worthless, incapable of defending yourself. If you were going to die, you would do so by giving your life for Marilyn, for Laurel.

“You stupid...” You whispered, spitting out more blood. “You will never find her… She is smarter than you, faster, better than you all…”

“So you think? Maybe Brad is right and we can't kill you, but...” She said, looking for something in her bag. “We can have a little fun, maybe that way your tongue will loosen,” she whispered between sinister laughs, wielding small scissors and bringing them to your neck.

You thought it was the end, no matter how much they didn't want to kill you, but you only heard how those scissors cut your clothes, exposing you, increasing your shame and intensifying that torture.

“You're disgusting, (Y/N)...” The siren whispered in your ear. “Hey Brad, what did that idiot Stanley see in this cockroach?”

He shrugged and smiled.

“I don't know, but he was very annoying,” he said with an indifferent tone.

Hearing that name made you shake, it made the worst memories of your life come back to your mind. You remembered that horrible night in the toilets, when you were about to suffer something much worse than bullying. As always, she saved you. Laurel noticed that you were not where you had met and she ran to find you, something you still believed was some kind of miracle.

That was too much for you. You knew that what Laurel told you about the outcasts was true, that they were vain, selfish, insensitive, liars. But the fact that your almost rape was a joke, a simple joke to them, made something in your head click.

“You bastards...” You whispered, while they had fun cutting your clothes. “You should all be dead. Laurel was right… you must be dead! If that stupid Wednesday hadn't discovered our plan you would now be suffering the worst of torture, you would be burning in hell... It's what you deserve!”

“(Y/N), you're here...” Laurel said, sighing as she found you sitting on the Poe statue. “I've been looking for you all over the academy, honey...”

You nodded reluctantly, mulling over the disturbing news you had heard.

“He... He, he's dead...” You said with a thin voice. “Stanley has died…”

“I know, I know...” She said, sitting next to you, putting an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to her.

“I, I don't know how to feel...” You confessed. You had nothing to hide from the redhead, and your contradictory feelings had been torturing you all day.

“What do you mean?” She asked, wiping away a tear that fell down your cheek.

“I... I should, I should feel sad...” You said, raising your knees to your chest.

“Sad?”

You nodded.

“He was supposed to be my classmate, but no, I don't feel anything...”

“He wasn't a classmate, (Y/N), he was a monster,” she told you with a dark voice, making sure there was no one in that hallway. “Don't feel guilty for not mourning his death. He got what he deserved.”

“That... That's not true. No one deserves to die,” you said, shaking your head. Laurel sighed and hugged you lovingly.

“(Y/N)... You know very well that this is not true. Tell me, do you think you deserve everything they do to you?”

You didn't know what to answer.

“Answer me, do you think you deserve it?” She asked, more insistently.

“No...” You whispered.

“Why then do they have more right to live than you? Don't be sorry, (Y/N)...”

“I can't help it,” you said, laughing desperately.

Laurel looked at you tenderly.

“I know, honey, you're so good... Too good for this place...”

“I wish I could leave...” You said, dropping your legs. “I wish I could make time go by faster and we could go, both of us…”

“Listen to me, honey,” she told you, moving you so you could look at her. “We will leave very soon, but first… First I have to do something, something important, and I need you to trust me.”

“What?” You asked, surprised by those words.

“You have to hold on, soon all the suffering will end... But I need you to help me.”

“How?”

“Just trusting me. This is not a place to talk about it… Come, let's go, I will explain everything to you in the mansion…”

“Our plan?” Brad said, speechless. “You knew it?”

You, full of anger, nodded. There were no regrets anymore.

You knew what was going to happen that night, what Laurel had planned. The divine and dark punishment that would cover Nevermore in flames, that would reduce it to ashes. At first you didn't know what to do, whether to say something to Weems, to your companions... But it only took a couple more taunts for you to stop hesitating.

You were never really into it, you just trusted Laurel, you let her do whatever she wanted without questioning her, it was the only thing she asked of you.

“Wait, are you telling me that you knew she was a crazy psychopath and you didn't tell anyone?” Melissa asked now, making a cut in your pants. “Okay, that pissed me off.”

“Wow, (Y/N), you've pissed her off,” Brad said ironically.

You screamed in pain as the tips of those scissors dug into your skin, as small cuts ran down your limbs. That wasn't a plan to attract Laurel, but rather torture, one that would end with you, you were sure.

A sound of breaking glass interrupted Melissa's cuts and everyone fell silent. You stopped screaming, looking at your wounds with concern.

“What was that?”

“I don't know...” Brad said, looking at the ceiling. “Henry, go to check it.”

The boy shrugged and shook his head. He looked scared.

“I... Why me?” He said stuttering.

“Shut up and go up,” Melissa said.

Everyone turned their back on you and you took advantage of that small distraction to rub one of the ropes in your hand against a broken part of the chair. You were weak, but you thought the rope would eventually break.

Henry slowly climbed the stairs, but when he disappeared from your sight, a loud crash was heard and the boy fell down the stairs, seriously injured in the head.

“What's happening?” Brad asked. Approaching the injured boy, who was breathing heavily, climbing the stairs. A serious mistake on his part, since with the same strong blow, he also became unconscious.

In the confusion of the moment, you managed to free one of your hands and begin to untie your feet. When you saw a familiar figure coming down the stairs, you stopped. It was her. Laurel was there to save you, carrying an iron bar as a weapon.

Melissa stepped back, but she kept her gaze fixed on the redhead, whose eyes were full of hatred.

“Laurel...” You said sobbing. She looked at you and gaped, probably impressed by the state you were in.

“My God... My love...” She said scared, staggering. Melissa took the opportunity to remove her amulet.

“Be careful, she's a siren!” You shouted. Too late.

“Throw that bar...” The siren sang, leaving Laurel hopelessly hypnotized.

At least it seemed that way, as the redhead dropped the iron bar and she froze.

With a grunt, you managed to remove the restraints from your feet and with impossible strength due to your state, you lifted the chair, breaking it on the siren's back.

Laurel blinked, reacting just in time.

You let yourself be on the floor, seeing with relief that the girl was lying unconscious.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), my love, baby... But, but what have they done to you?” She said, looking at all your wounds and your tattered clothes.

You didn't respond immediately, you simply hung onto her clothes, crying uncontrollably.

“They, they tied me up... They wanted to know where you were... They found out about us and... I, I didn't tell them anything, I promise...”

Laurel hugged you with a sigh, making soothing sounds.

“I'm sorry I'm late, honey... I've looked for you everywhere,” she said, whispering in your ear without stopping to hug you for even a second. “I couldn't leave you…”

You laughed nervously, knowing that you really weren't wrong, that she had come back for you, that she had never left your side. As she comforted you, she looked at the ground. Next to the unconscious Melissa, were the letters that you sent her. She took them and looked at them carefully.

With a serious expression, she read them over her and with a grunt she stood up, helping you to your feet.

“Damn...” she hissed, putting a hand in her pocket. “Damn you!” She shouted, pulling out a gun and pointing it at the siren's head. “You're going to pay for this!”

You were barely standing. The wounds hurt and your heart was beating too fast. For once, you wished she would pull the trigger, that she would put an end to your kidnappers, that justice would finally be served. But you weren't a murderer, you couldn't imagine seeing the life fade from their faces, even if they were monsters.

“Close your eyes, honey, this ends here,” she told you through clenched teeth.

“No!” You screamed, putting a hand on her arm, deflecting the barrel of the gun. Laurel looked at you with a frown. “No, don’t do it…”

“After what they've done to you? (Y/N), you're not thinking clearly,” she told you, grabbing you by your shoulders.

“I just, I just want to get out of here, forget everything that's happened...” You said sobbing, causing her to hug you again. “I don't want more blood, I just want to be with you…. Please, Laurel…”

The redhead sighed, but she heard you, lowering her gun and throwing it across the basement.

“My love…”

“Please... Let's go...” You begged, burying your head in her shoulder. “Please.”

“Okay, okay... I would do anything for you... My good girl...” She whispered in your ear, putting her arm over your shoulders. “You can walk?”

“I... I think, I think so...” You said, moving your legs injured by the cuts. She nodded and helped you out of the basement.

“You have to get dressed and healed first,” she murmured, evaluating the state of your wounds again. “Those beasts…”

“Laurel...” You sighed, painfully walking up the stairs. “You've come…”

You were confused, dizzy and disoriented. There was too much for you that night. You never imagined the extent of the cruelty of your companions. You believed in the goodness of people, you believed that Laurel was exaggerating, but you were wrong. If she hadn't shown up, you would surely be dead now, they would never let you escape.

“Of course I've come, honey,” she said, closing the basement door.

“No, you haven't, I'm, I'm dreaming... It's just a dream.”

Laurel sighed and gently leaned you against a wall, cupping your face with her hands.

“It's not, (Y/N), I'm here, with you, and I'm going to get you out of here,” she told you, kissing you tenderly, caressing your body, making you feel that everything was real, that she had saved you one more time.

“I want to go away...” You whispered, letting yourself fall on top of her. “Very far…”

“And we will go, honey, so far away that they will never find us.”

“It hurts...” You lamented, walking towards an old office. Laurel sat you in a chair and searched for something in a backpack while she finished removing your ruined clothes.

“I know... Hold on a little more...” She told you, taking out some bandages and a disinfectant.

Your body was shaking from the cold and shock. Outside the only thing you could hear was the rain hitting the old windows and your moans when the redhead gently rubbed your wounds.

“They are animals,” she hissed, wiping the blood from your legs. “(Y/N), listen to me.”

You raised your head, trying to stay calm, trying not to sob anymore. It was something impossible, you were so distraught, so devastated that you didn't even realize how incredible it was that she had escaped, and that she had done it for you.

You nodded.

“You have been very brave,” she told you firmly, trying to distract you from the pain of your wounds. “Now you and I will get in the car and we will go far away from her, to a cabin in the woods… That's what you wanted, remember, honey? Do you remember how we imagined that moment?”

You smiled with some concern. You knew that the police were looking for her, that all the surrounding towns were full of agents ready to catch her again.

“The police... They... They're looking for you...” You hissed, moving involuntarily due to the sting you felt.

“Very well, let them look for me, they will never find me,” she said, downplaying it, surrounding your wounds with some bandages. “They will never find us, (Y/N).”

“But, but they have arrested Tyler...”You said, remembering that horrible monster that obeyed her orders.

“He can't live without me. He's out there, in the car, waiting for us...” She told you, leaning on your knees. “You don't have to worry about anything, honey.”

“I don't want to lose you again...” You sobbed, while the redhead looked for some clothes to put on over you.

“You won’t do it. I will always be with you, my love... We will be happy, you and me,” she said, putting a coat over you, which you clung to.

“I'm an idiot...” You whispered. She looked at you seriously, shaking her head.

“I don't want you to say that again, you are nothing like that. You are the most wonderful girl in the world.”

“No... I should have known that they would come for me... It was just a matter of time.”

“Stop it, (Y/N),” she told you sharply, making you step back a little. “You haven't done anything wrong. Everything you have done it was for love, and that is precious...”

“Laurel, hold me...” You begged. She looked at you with pity. She was clearly nervous. Your companions were unconscious, at any moment they would wake up and then it would be the end. You were so scared, so nervous that you couldn't even understand the reality of your situation. You just wanted to feel the refuge of her arms, her kisses, her caresses...

She did, standing up and pulling your head towards her body, surrounding it, giving you all the love a hug could give.

“I love you, my girl,” she told you, while your tears soaked her clothes. “Oh, my God, I'm sorry for not being with you...”

“I'm the one who's sorry... It was all my fault...” You murmured, clinging to her clothes.

“Shut up, (Y/N). Everything that has happened has nothing to do with you. I don't want to hear that from you again, do you hear me? Now you are going to get up, we are going to leave this house and we are going to start a new life together. The past is left behind. There will be no more outcasts, no Nevermore, nothing to remind you of this horrible place. We are both going to live together, loving each other every day, without worries, happy, my love, happy as ever...

“Happy…” You repeated.

“So happy…”

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