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weemssapphic · 4 months ago

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 25

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~ 3k | ao3 link in title

A/N: this one might hurt. It's also the second to last chapter (which hurts me). You have been warned.

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“[W]e cease to be soldiers in the army of the upright; we become deserters. They march to battle. We float with the sticks on the stream; helter-skelter with the dead leaves on the lawn, irresponsible and disinterested and able, perhaps for the first time for years, to look round, to look up—to look, for example, at the sky.” - Virginia Woolf

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The back of the young boy’s head looked vaguely familiar, though you couldn’t be quite sure. What you were sure of, however, was that you recognized the girl at his side - and that she was not supposed to be here.

What the hell was Wednesday doing back at Nevermore with Tyler? Hadn’t her train left? And, if Wednesday was here, where the fuck was Larissa? All you knew was that, if Wednesday was involved, there was something fishy going on.

You reached into your pocket for your phone with a shaky hand, clicking Larissa’s contact and holding the phone to your ear - it rang and rang and rang before finally going to voicemail, and you ended the call with a huff. You considered trying again, and again - instead, you scrolled through your contacts, before finding the one person at Nevermore you thought might be able to help you.

Enid Sinclair.

“Hello?” Enid sounded confused when she picked up, like she wasn’t expecting to hear from you. Which was, in all honesty, fair - it’s not like you’d been in contact at all since that day you’d exchanged phone numbers.

“Have you heard from Wednesday since she left for her train?” You tried not to sound panicked as you turned away from the window and headed for the door of Larissa’s office, intent on following Wednesday and figuring out what was going on.

“No, she doesn’t have a phone. Why?”

“What do you mean she doesn’t have a phone?” you asked, briefly taken aback. Of all the times for Wednesday not to fit into the conventions of society… “Nevermind. Larissa - sorry, Principal Weems - isn’t back yet and I can’t reach her. I thought maybe you’d heard something from Wednesday? Her train should’ve left ages ago, but I just saw her heading for the conservatory with Tyler.”

You were met with silence, then more confusion evident in Enid’s tone. “What about Principal Weems?”

“That’s the thing - I don’t know, she wasn’t with them. She’s not answering her phone either. I just… have a really bad feeling. Can you maybe meet me outside of Larissa’s office?”

Enid agreed and, to your delight, she was fast. Within minutes, the two of you were on your way, navigating the dark halls of Nevermore and slipping out a side door, crossing the same path you saw Wednesday go down just a few minutes earlier.

The conservatory came into view, looming, like most of Nevermore, ominously in the distance. The closer you and Enid got, the slower your footsteps became, and you realized that the door was ajar, voices floating out of the glass building. You stopped in your tracks and flung out your arm, stopping Enid before she could step into the light seeping out onto the lawn.

“Wait,” you whispered, glancing around for somewhere to hide. Darkness had fallen quickly, and you pushed Enid behind a tree near the door as the voices inside of the conservatory grew louder - the young girl’s face twisted in confusion as she crouched down next to you, and she started to pull anxiously at the sleeves of her sweater.

You felt like you were going to throw up, a chill going through you that had nothing to do with the cold autumn breeze. There was a bang, and then footsteps, and then a short figure with auburn hair and red boots, whom you recognized as Ms. Thornhill, rushed out of the conservatory dragging an unconscious Wednesday behind her.

Enid gasped and you froze in place, your heart nearly stopping as you waited with baited breath to be discovered - Ms. Thornhill, however, seemed to be otherwise preoccupied, for she didn’t seem to hear Enid at all, instead heading straight for the woods. Tyler was nowhere in sight.

The second Marilyn disappeared into the darkness of the forest, you rushed into the conservatory, with Enid hot on your heels. Something felt terribly off about this whole situation - you hoped it had nothing to do with Larissa, but each step brought about new anxieties and heightened your sense of dread. You needed answers, and you were going to get them.

Not that you had to look far - it suddenly became clear to you why Larissa wasn’t able to answer her phone. She was lying on her back at the center of the room, convulsing and gasping for air - a sight that nothing could have prepared you for, a sight that you couldn’t have imagined in your worst nightmares.

“Larissa?” You fell to your knees, barely noticing the stabbing pain going through your kneecaps as they hit the hard, cold stone. A fresh wave of nausea hit you as you took in Larissa’s face - white as a ghost, not a sliver of blue visible around dilated pupils, white, foamy saliva spilling forth from her parted lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed under your breath as you struggled to yank off your jacket, the sleeves getting caught on your arm in your haste. Managing to get it off, you balled it up and gently lifted Larissa’s head with a shaking hand, pushing your jacket underneath it.

“Shh… it’s okay, Riss…” you whispered hoarsely, tears springing to your eyes and blurring your vision as you eased her onto her side with a bit of effort, praying you weren’t too late as you tried to make sure she wouldn’t choke on her own saliva. You blinked rapidly to fight away the tears as you fumbled with the clasp of her necklace to make it easier for Larissa to breathe, shoving the probably super expensive piece of jewelry unceremoniously into your back pocket.

As your fingers brushed against her neck, you saw a tiny bead of blood. It made you furrow your brow in confusion, and then the sound of Enid shuffling forward reminded you that you weren’t alone.

“Hey, look,” she said hoarsely, kicking an empty syringe across the floor - your stomach turned.

“Enid… do you know what could’ve been in that? Do you know why Larissa could be foaming at the mouth?”

“I… I don’t know, Wednesday was always better at botany than I was…” Enid mumbled as she looked around the room with a panicked expression, her gaze drifting over to the workbench. “M-maybe nightshade? We’ve been studying poisonous plants this semester…”

One hand reached into the other pocket of your jeans and pulled out your phone, dialing 911 as your other hand found Larissa’s wrist, your fingers digging into it to feel her pulse. It thumped rapidly against your fingertips, and your mouth went dry as you tried not to panic.

“Is… is Principal Weems going to be okay?” Enid asked timidly, and the question made fresh tears spring to your eyes as the 911 dispatcher answered the phone.

You quickly gave them the information they needed, then looked up at Enid and tried to keep your voice steady. “I’ve g-got her… Go find Wednesday. Please just be careful…”

Enid nodded, hesitating for only a moment before rushing back out of the conservatory in the direction of the woods.

It took half an eternity for an ambulance to get to you - at least, that’s what it felt like, as you switched between checking Larissa’s airways and pulse (thankfully clear and thankfully still thumping, albeit very weakly, especially when compared to the pounding of your own pulse) and brushing your fingers through her hair, tugging out each bobby pin that your fingers bumped into. You weren’t sure how conscious Larissa was of what was happening around her, but you cooed at her through your tears anyway, trying to comfort her and tell her everything would be alright.

Everything was a whirlwind after that - you rode with Larissa in the ambulance to the hospital, then lost sight of her as they wheeled her in and forced you to sit in the waiting room. Nurses asked you lots of questions - do you know what happened, what she’d been poisoned with, how long it had been. You tried to answer to the best of your ability.

Sometime later, a few Nevermore students were brought in with ‘minor’ injuries, among them Enid and Wednesday. Enid made a beeline for you, with Wednesday trailing along behind her.

“How’s Principal Weems? Is she okay?”

You opened your mouth to speak but your throat closed up, you couldn’t get a word out. You shrugged, feeling tears spill over and race down your cheeks, and Enid pulled you into a hug so tight that it knocked any remaining air out of your lungs. You made eye contact with Wednesday who looked, for the first time since you’d known her, remorseful.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” It was a nurse’s voice, and you wiggled your way out of Enid’s arms to turn towards her. She beckoned you over and led you down the long corridor to Larissa’s hospital room, speaking gently to you before she allowed you to see Larissa.

Apparently, they’d started medication and run some tests.

Apparently, the dose of nightshade she’d been poisoned with had been life-threatening.

Apparently, Larissa was in a coma - they assured you they’d do everything in their power to help her.

All you could do now was wait.

The second the nurse opened the door to Larissa’s room, you ran to her side. There were all sorts of tubes hooked up to her, and you were careful not to jostle her as you leant over her bedside, reaching out to graze the backs of your knuckles across her pale cheek.

“Can she hear me?” you asked, turning to look at the nurse who stood in the doorway. She shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not. It differs between patients.”

You swallowed thickly, turning your attention back to Larissa. “I’m here,” you whispered, hoarsely, pressing your lips gently to her cheek. “I’m right here.”

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The passage of time became massively distorted over the next few days. Minutes blurred into hours blurred into days, and yet every second of waiting was a second too long, like wading through molasses. The nurses would shoo you away whenever they needed to run tests or administer IVs, but you were back at Larissa’s bedside as soon as they were finished, your legs curled up on your chair, your head resting on the bed beside her and your fingertips soothing up and down her arm.

Cassandra came by to bring you a change of clothes and some books, which you read aloud to Larissa - though you thought it might be more for your own benefit, to keep yourself distracted, than for Larissa’s. You texted your parents and told them what had happened (well, some of what had happened), and your mom asked if she should come visit, or if you’d like to come home for the rest of the semester - you said no, you didn’t really want the company at the moment. All you wanted was for Larissa to wake up, and you didn’t want to risk missing that moment, no matter how small the chance might be.

Strangely, the only company you really did enjoy in those days was Wednesday’s. She came to visit the hospital twice, once with Enid in tow, once without - both times, you sat in amicable silence at Larissa’s bedside. There was no pressure to voice your grief, no need to relive that night again - you’d both seen what had happened, you both just wanted to forget.

“If Eugene made it out, Weems will too,” Wednesday murmured on her way out of Larissa’s room after that second visit.

You swallowed thickly and nodded, giving Larissa a once-over. Larissa, who was hooked up to tubes and IVs, devoid of any makeup, pale and lifeless, with a steady background noise of beeping monitors keeping her alive. Larissa, who was missing her student’s exams. Larissa, whose room was overflowing with get well soon cards and bouquets of flowers that were slowly wilting as more days passed without her waking. Larissa, who’d been so hopeful that everything at Nevermore would settle down soon. Larissa, who’d been looking forward to taking you on a dinner date.

Larissa, who didn’t deserve any of this.

Even late at night, Larissa’s room was aglow with little screens monitoring her vitals, with light flooding in from the hallway through the crack underneath the door. Voices floated into the room through the crack as well, the voices of nurses speaking in hushed tones that bounced off the linoleum as clearly as if they were standing right next to you.

“She’s not getting any better, she’ll be on a ventilator before long.”

“It’s a wonder she’s not yet, she shouldn’t have survived that.”

“Someone should prepare that poor girl for the worst…”

A single tear slid down your cheek as you contorted your body on the chair beside Larissa’s bed, nuzzling your face against her arm and loosely holding onto her fingers.

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When you weren’t reading to Larissa, you were doing homework, begrudgingly trying not to fall behind in your classes. Robin’s schedule was nearly identical to yours, and she’d been filling you in on everything you’d missed.

It had been just over a week, and you were sketching a still-life at Larissa’s bedside, narrating each and every stroke of your pencil for your girlfriend. You’d been out to buy some new flowers to replace the old ones, and there was a half empty cup of coffee on the little wheeled cart beside Larissa’s bedside that you’d abandoned when it had gone cold.

“You know,” you hummed, more so an afterthought than anything else as you started doing some shading. “I was thinking we could go somewhere warm when you get out of here. We could trade Vermont for the beach for a bit? My great aunt used to spend Christmas in Florida. I used to think it was a shame to give up the snow, but this year I think I’d like that. You know, it’s pretty unfair that I haven’t seen you in a bathing suit yet. I bet you’re a one-piece kind of woman, right? Red would suit you, I think…”

A movement against your arm shocked you into silence, your heart skipping a beat and then beginning to hammer against your chest like a hummingbird as your pencil clattered to the floor and rolled underneath Larissa’s hospital bed. Larissa’s fingertips brushed against your arm, her hand wrapping around your wrist and giving it a weak squeeze and, for the first time in over a week, bright blue eyes fluttered open.

“Larissa,” you gasped, tears of unbridled joy springing to your eyes as you cupped her cheek. She blinked at you, a thin film of tears covering her own eyes. She squeezed your wrist a bit tighter and you gently pulled it from her grasp, interlacing your fingers with hers as relief flooded your body, your free hand reaching for the call button to alert the nurses.

You gave Larissa’s hand a light squeeze, the thumb of your other hand softly stroking her cheekbone. “Fuck, I missed you so much…” A nurse rushed into the room and immediately started fussing about but you were oblivious to everything around you and, apparently, so was Larissa, her eyes never leaving yours as she watched you intently, as if trying to convey a thousand things that she couldn’t say in words.

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The first few days after Larissa woke were difficult in a very different way to the days where you weren’t sure if she would even wake up at all. The doctors insisted they keep her in the hospital and run some more tests, seemingly all in awe at how her body had worked to repair itself.

You were shocked at just how much muscle mass she could lose in a little over a week - you could see how much energy every single movement took for Larissa. It took her a day or two to be able to properly speak again, the pain in her throat fading slowly, and even then her voice sounded weak. But it was a step in the right direction, and as soon as she was able to speak and eat on her own again, the nurses told her she could be discharged soon.

She was still unsteady on her feet, unable to walk very far or stand for long periods, and you were by her side anytime she stood, letting her lean her weight on you as she worked to regain the strength in her legs.

You FaceTimed Enid from Larissa’s bedside to share the good news with her and Wednesday, much to Larissa’s chagrin as she was severely displeased with how exhausted she looked on camera. Still, when Enid nearly burst into tears and Wednesday almost cracked a smile, Larissa’s lips curled up into a tiny, involuntary smile. Your heart swelled.

“You know,” you said as you hung up and slid your phone back into your pocket. “This whole time you’ve been worried about me, it was you we should’ve been worried about.”

Larissa started to laugh, a deep, belly laugh - the sound came out slightly garbled and she immediately winced in pain. You reached out to caress her cheek, smiling softly. “Take it easy,” you whispered.

“I am,” Larissa croaked out, her voice hoarse. Her eyes sparkled with joy, though, with life, and you leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

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Each night, you slept more and more soundly, knowing that Larissa was well on her way to recovery. Larissa seemed to be sleeping well, too, and she was looking a lot better. Sometime late in the morning, just a day before Larissa was meant to be discharged, a nurse poked her head into the room, interrupting you as you read aloud to Larissa. “Ms. Weems? You have a visitor.”

Larissa nodded and you closed the book, setting it aside. There was some shuffling behind you, and a melodic voice sounded from the doorway.

“Oh, my dear Larissa!”

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ethanlandryshotwife · 2 years ago

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All I wanted was you | Xavier T.

Summary: All Y/n wanted was Xavier.

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader

warnings: Cursing and like rude comments ig??? No smut u lil weirdos (I was reading smut like 2 minutes ago but whatever)

Enemies to lovers??

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I hate Xavier Thorpe.

I hate all the stupid things he says. All the unnecessary comments he makes.

Sometimes I want to kiss him, but the other times I just want to bash his head into the fucking wall.

Every guy that has tried to ask me out I rejected because of him, I only wanted him. He just won’t get what I’m trying to tell him. Most of my friends know about the feelings I’ve developed.

It’s stupid. I’m tired of acting like I hate him. When I don’t.

“What are you thinking about?” Xavier says from next to me. Right now we are in Ms. Thornhill's class. She gave us assigned seats and mine was next to Xavier's.

“Thinking of the best possible way I can kill you in your sleep and get away with it,” I reply to him. Snarky, like always.

“Aww, you’re thinking about me.” He teases. You don’t even know, Thorpe.

I chuckle in response.

If only I could get him out of my fucking head. It’s like I’m being haunted. “What plant is this?” Xavier asks shoving his paper in my face. Gosh, he is so stupid sometimes.

“It’s the bleeding heart, we have been learning about it this whole week, idiot,” I explained it to him. “How is learning about stupid ass plants going to help us in life anyway.” He remarked mostly talking with his hands.

I’ve always noticed that.

“It will help you if you decide to go out into the wilderness Mr.Thorpe.” Ms.Thornhill overhears from her desk “Now, do your work.” She adds then goes back to grading papers.

I quietly laugh. “Bitch.” He mutters.

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“Let's go shopping for the Rave’n.” This is the sentence that brought me here watching Enid twirling around in her perfect white dress.

“Do you like it?” She asks, for the 100th time “Yea, its cute.” I reply. I’m not trying to be a bad friend or anything but I just don’t really care about the dress or the Rave’n overall, I don’t even think I’m going.

“You keep saying that!” She pouts like a child “Anyways, what are you going to wear?” She questions me.

My PJs, then I’m getting into my bed and going to sleep.

“Um, I don’t think I’m going,” I answer honestly. I know she's going to freak out. “What do you mean!” She yells.

“I just don’t really feel like it this year Enid, I’m sorry.” I apologize. “Nope, you are going. Even if I have to drag you there with my own paws.” She threats. “Please don’t make me,” I beg already knowing where this is going.

2 minutes later I’m in a spaghetti strap white dress with a slit on the leg.(the photo is at the bottom, or Imagine whatever you want idgaf)

“Its perfect.” Enid squeals “we’re going to be the baddest looking bitches in the room.” She snickered. Oh lord save me.

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“Put the heels on before I hit you.” Is what echoes off of my dorm walls right now.

currently, Enid is forcing me to put heels on. I promised myself I would fight back, but it wasn’t enough against Enid's wrath and her claws.

I internally cried as I slipped on the white heels. “Gorgeous,” Enid says looking at both of us in the mirror. If only I felt it.

“My goal tonight is to make Ajax jealous,” Enid says. She has been mad at him ever since he stood her up and considering the way he talks about her something obviously happened.

“What is your goal?” She asks me. To stay away from Xavier as best as I can. “To sneak away when you’re not looking.” I answer causing her to giggle.

A knock on the door stops her giggling, “He’s here.” she squeals running to the door “Who?” I say. What is this girl planning? “Well, I found some people who didn’t have dates and.....” Enid trails.

“What!” I yell. I wanted to go by myself, not with some horny teenage boy.

“Who are the ‘people’?” I ask her. It better not be some jackass.

“Kent and that guy from the pilgrim world.” She answers before I can say anything she opens the door. Just like she said Kent and Lucas are standing at the door. “Hey guys, we were just finishing up.” She says.

She set me up with Kent. He asked me how to spell ‘you’ last year. God, I’m going to kill her.

My heels click against the hard floor under me as I walk. “Let's go!” Enid squeals practically running down the hall. I try my best to catch up with her in these heels.

I almost fall over a few times but I managed to catch up with her at the doors. “Come on!” She says dragging me into the door leaving are dates. “Welcome to The Rave’n girls.” Ms.Thornhill says with a creepy welcoming smile.

“Let's go get some Yeti-tini.” She shouted over the loud music. She grabs my hand and we walk over to the stand. I end up bumping into someone while waiting for her to fill our cups.

“Sorry,” I say before I meet the eyes of the person. It was Xavier, in a white suit and his hair down like usual. (Kill that man bun it was triggering the first time I saw it.)

“You actually look good for once.” He says while looking at my outfit. For once? “Well, you kinda look like that old man from KFC,” I reply.

“Touché.” He snickers “Look who has been paying attention in french, I’m proud.” I say giving him a little clap “Only took me 2 days to learn, a new record.” He laughs.

I look next to me and Enid has disappeared. “You here with anyone?” He adds. So much for staying away from him tonight. “I mean I guess not, my supposed date is making out with someone right now.” I say pointing to Kenny making out with a girl I don’t know.

“What about you?” I ask “Not really I pissed her off and she ran.” he explains earning a hum from me. Who is his date?

“Want to dance?” He says changing the subject. I can’t dance for shit. “I don’t see why not.” I answer.

Unexpectedly he grabs my hand and leads me to the middle of the dance floor. Life just seems to love me right now because as soon as we hit the middle of the floor it turns into a slow song.

“I’ve never slow danced in my life.” I tell him with panic on my face. “Just follow me.” He says as if we’re in some movie “People only say that in movies following you isn't helping shit.” I explain to him, I’m most likely going to bust my ass.

He starts laughing as I trip over my own foot “Shut up.” I say hitting him upside the head and making him laugh harder. I wish a hole would just swallow me whole right now.

“Do you just want to get out of here?” He asks.

“yea, but we better run before End attacks us.” I tell him he smiles in response. He takes my hand and leads me out of the dance.

Me and Xavier end up on the balcony that overlooks the quad. I usually hang out here when I’m not in the mood to hang out with my friends.

Silence fills the air as we look over the balcony “You know I don’t actually hate you.” Xavier says out of nowhere. “I guess you’re okay.” I say sarcastically rolling my eyes causing Xavier to chuckle.

“The argument I got into with my date was about you.” Xavier confesses. “talking about me, eh?” I ask. I don't recall doing anything to Xavier or his date, I don’t think.

He laughs.

“I just felt like you needed to know.” He tells me “What did I do to start the argument?” I ask him. “You didn’t do anything, it’s my fault.” He answers.

“I’m so confused.” I giggle. Did I do something to his date? “She said I talked about you too much.” He says.

Oh.

“Can I do something?” He asks me “Go ahead, Mr.Thorpe.” I say. I don't know what I expected him to do, but it most certainly wasn't this.

Xavier gently put his lips on mine. It felt like finally eating food you have been carving for a long time.

Sadly Xavier pulled away to breathe. Our noses touching “I think I kinda like you.” He admits. “Kinda?” I ask.

If only you knew, Xavier.

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Taking request!

Damn this took all night my back hurts. Btw I apologize I was very bored so I wrote this, I’m begging you if I spelled something wrong tell me bc its so embarrassing. Anyways I think ima start a kill Xavier's man bun cult what do you think?

The dress and heels or whatever u want idc<3

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you'd write a Marilyn x bad girl student reader? Bad girl like motorcycle riding, ripped jeans, don't adhere to the dress code or turn in assignments on time, most of the other students scared of her, all around bad ass reader. When Marilyn finds out reader is in her class she dreads it because reader has always made it hard on the other teachers but she's pleasantly surprised when reader does well and never disrupts class. In fact reader has helped her out from time to time, just quietly moving heavy stuff for Marilyn and picking up things Marilyn dropped for her. The only time reader causes a disruption is when another student harasses Marilyn for being a normi and reader punches his lights out. They get into a relationship where Marilyn is all mommy dom with spanking and choking tied up reader smut. Not sure how to end this request lol

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

A very, very bad girl

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, strap on, bad girl reader, fluff?, spanking, kinks, dom! marilyn

Word count: 5,715

Summary: You were a very bad girl at Nevermore, but when you met her, you changed a bit… just for her…

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

“Ms. (Y/N), for the last time, please take your feet off the table,” your math teacher said. You smiled and shook your head.

“I don't feel like it,” you said, looking at your nails with indifference.

You were that way, you had no remedy. When your parents sent you to Nevermore, they thought you would finally become a good girl. They were wrong. That school had too many rules and these were your worst enemies. You had no intention of obeying, of dressing in that hideous uniform and of stopping terrorizing others with your haughty and almost violent attitude.

“Don't make me have to repeat it to you…” Your teacher said, tired of you.

“Does anyone mind if I put my feet on the table?” You asked the rest of your classmates out loud. Logically they all shook their heads. “You see it? You can continue.”

“I’m sick of you, (Y/N)…” The old woman hissed, crossing her arms.

You laughed out loud and held a defiant look.

“Please, shut up, I’m sick of your annoying voice,” you said whispering. Obviously the teacher heard you and banged her fist on the table.

“It's over, (Y/N), to the director's office, now.”

You raised your eyebrows, lowering your feet and dragging the chair so that it made an excruciating creak.

You were used to visits to Weems's office. You could almost say you lived there.

“Principal Weems…” You crooned as you knocked on the door. Immediately Larissa opened it and peeked in, puffing at the sight of you.

“You again? What have you done this time?” She asked listlessly. You shrugged.

“Nothing, it seems that Mrs. Redfield doesn't want my back to stop hurting,” you said going into the office.

“What am I going to do with you…”Weems sighed. “Sit down.”

You slumped back in the chair while Larissa searched for what looked like a file bigger than the entire Harry Potter books saga.

“Let's see... Misconduct, swearing in class, flagrant violation of the Nevermore’s dress code...” She said that last sentence looking you up and down. There was no sign of the regulation uniform. Just a black top and a too-ripped jeans. “Fights with classmates, reckless driving on the grounds, destruction of gardens and school property... My God, (Y/N), I assure you that I have never seen someone with a file like yours.”

“What prize will I get?” You asked amused. Weems rolled her eyes and sighed in despair.

“You're playing with fire, (Y/N), if your parents weren't my friends you were out of Nevermore a long time ago.”

“Oh, I love privileges,” you said laughing, with a cocky and defiant posture.

“I'm glad to hear it, because as a privileged girl that you are, you're going to serve a privileged punishment…” Larissa told you, smiling with satisfaction, looking for a stack of papers. “I've seen your handwriting and it's pretty decent. You are going to transcribe all these documents to make them readable.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

“But I have to clean the bike and…” You said, starting to regret it.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, (Y/N),” Larissa said wryly, putting all that stack of papers in front of you.

Naturally you already had in mind to duck, but when you raised a hand she grabbed your wrist.

“Do you think I'm dumb enough to let you go? You underestimate me, (Y/N). This time you are going to fulfill your punishment here, with me,” she told you with a gentle smile. You pursed your lips and grunted, carrying the stack of papers to the table the principal pointed out to you.

“Shit…” You whispered, sitting down at the small desk.

“What have you said? I'm afraid I didn't hear you correctly...” Larissa said, blinking rapidly.

“Nothing…” You said, picking up a pen, ready to carry out your punishment.

The seconds seemed like minutes, and the minutes seemed like hours. You've never had the opportunity to fully serve a punishment. Of course, you would make the time unbearable for the principal too.

“I'm boooooored,” you crooned.

“Poor thing,” Larissa said without looking at you, while she leafed through some papers.

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting the tedious punishment.

“Can I come in?” A voice you didn't know said.

“Oh, Marilyn, of course, come in, please,” Larissa said, smiling and getting up.

An unknown woman entered the office. The first impression for you was very important, and that red-haired woman impressed you. She seemed shy, putting on her glasses in an amusing move. You followed her with your eyes, without saying a word. Curiosity invaded you.

“I'm glad you've arrived, let me be the first to welcome you to Nevermore,” Weems said, shaking her hand.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Larissa. I know it must have been difficult to be admitted,” the woman said, sitting in front of the director, who made a gesture to play it down.

“Oh, it's nothing. You have the honor of being the first normi to teach at Nevermore, and I sincerely want you not to be the last one.”

The redhead nodded and looked at you curiously.

“Who is she?” She asked. You remained silent, noticing how your cheeks blushed. You were unable to utter a word, to make a joke. That woman had caught your eye and no matter how hard you tried to give an explanation to that reaction, you couldn't.

“Oh, she's (Y/N), she has the great achievement of being the most troublemaker student in Nevermore,” Larissa said, getting up and walking towards you. “Be careful with her, she's a time bomb, but they forgot to put a timer on her,” she said amused, placing a hand on your shoulder, which you pulled away with a grunt.

“Eh, I can introduce by myself,” you said, looking at the redhead, who kept looking at you curiously. “I am (Y/N), the most beautiful, nicest and coolest student of Nevermore, and you? Who are you?” You said, extending a hand towards the woman.

She laughed softly, shaking your hand.

“I'm Marilyn Thornhill, the new botany teacher,” she told you. You nodded amused.

“Plants, how funny,” you said sarcastically. She kept smiling, apparently she had not understood the meaning of your words.

“Be very careful with her, Marilyn, she is the terror of the teachers. And you, (Y/N), could you do me a big favor and be nice to Marilyn?”

You ignored the director's comment and looked back at Marilyn, winking at her.

“If you behave well, I'll be good…” You said with a suggestive voice. She laughed, as if she didn't get the point of everything you were saying. She seemed very innocent, and you liked that, you liked her a lot.

Larissa's hand went directly to the back of your neck, giving you a soft smack. Surely she had understood what you meant.

“Keep writing, (Y/N)…”

Two days later, your first botany class finally arrived. You were expecting to see that woman in action. She naturally attracted you, she was the type of woman you liked. She's innocent, without malice, the kind of woman your brusque and rebellious personality could corrupt.

You sat at your desk and to your own surprise, you didn't put your feet up on the table, you sat down right. You took out what little was left of your books and put them on the table, under the strange look of your classmate.

“What are you looking at?” You asked rudely. The boy shook his head and looked away.

“Good morning guys, my name is Marilyn Thornhill, and I'm your new botany teacher,” the redhead said enthusiastically. You could see how her eyes were looking sideways at you. Surely Larissa had filled her in on all your antics.

“They say that she is normi, that she has no ability,” the girl next to you whispered. You looked at her, annoyed at listening to her more than to Marilyn.

“Oh, really? Weems must have gone crazy,” another girl answered.

In a few seconds the murmur became more present. You couldn't hear the class, you were surrounded by sarcastic comments and various gossip from your classmates.

“I would appreciate a bit of silence, please,” the teacher said, sighing.

You glared around you. It was her first class and your classmates did nothing but annoy you. Unlike you, who was silent, behaving like an exemplary student.

“Please…” Marilyn insisted, starting to get desperate.

“Shut up, damm it!” You yelled, getting up from your chair. They all looked at you stunned. “Shut up or I'll shut up you.”

Silence fell. The redhead looked at you with wide eyes. She wouldn't expect the Nevermore trouble factory to have silenced her classmates.

“Please, continue,” you said with a wide smile, while all your classmates lowered their heads.

Marilyn shook her head and pretended nothing had happened, giving you a strange look.

When the class ended and all your classmates left the conservatory, you smugly approached the redhead, who seemed to be organizing some boxes.

“Aren't you going to thank me?” You asked, tapping her shoulder. Marilyn jumped and smiled at you nervously.

“Oh, (Y / N), I… Well, thanks I guess,” she said shyly, as she placed a box on her desk and emptied its contents.

“I guess? Come on, redhead, I've done you a favor,” you said, pretending to be offended. She glanced at you briefly, but then she turned away. It was obvious that your presence made her nervous. You began to wonder what Larissa had told her about you. “Are you afraid of me?” You asked mockingly.

“Well, I…” Marilyn said, looking for a way to dodge your question. “Honestly, I don't know what to tell you. Larissa has told me a lot of disturbing things about you.”

“Yeah, Larissa, of course,” you said, leaning against her desk and picking up a very small pot and looking at it curiously. “What is this?”

“Be careful with that, please, it's a rare specimen of a miniature carnivorous plant,” Marilyn told you with fear in her eyes.

You smiled and began to play with the pot, carelessly passing it from one hand to the other.

“How funny,” you said, seeing the horrified expression of the redhead. “Surely now you expect me to set it on fire, or break it, that's what Larissa told you, right?”

“Please, (Y/N), give it back to me, it's a very delicate plant,” she told you nervously, reaching out her arm to take the pot. You stepped away and took advantage of the fact that you were taller than her, raising your arm as high as you could.

“No way. First I want you to thank me for having shut those pesky ones’ mouth,” you said amused, seeing how the redhead tried to reach the small plant, without success.

Marilyn snorted and shook her head, crossing her arms.

“Okay, (Y/N), I appreciate you letting me teach the class in peace, are you happy?”

You smiled widely and returned the plant, which the redhead quickly took, looking at you over her glasses.

“Have you ever been told that you shouldn't judge someone before you meet them?” You said ironically. She closed her eyes and nodded.

“You're right, (Y/N), I'm sorry. Larissa warned me that I should be careful with you. I'm having a bit of a hard time getting used to this place and I wouldn't want you to give me trouble.”

You laughed out loud.

“Calm down, Marilyn, I don't give trouble to attractive women like you…” You whispered in her ear. She looked at you surprised, but she didn't say anything, she just continued with her boxes, glancing at you from time to time.

“Don't you have class right now?” She asked, obviously uncomfortable with your presence.

“I'm not going. I hate maths,” you said indifferently, while you watched how the redhead seemed to suffer when picking up a box that seemed heavy. “Hey, don't try too hard, redhead,” you said, helping her to catch it.

“Don't call me redhead, (Y/N), I'm your teacher. I'm assuming you're not going to call me Miss Thornhill, but I'd appreciate it if you would at least call me Marilyn.”

You rolled your eyes, placing that box where she indicated.

“Fine, Marilyn…” You sighed.

The teacher's attitude towards you was abrupt, fearful, nervous. Larissa should have told her you were little short of the devil. You didn't want to have that fame, at least with her.

The days passed like this. You were the terror of the teachers, but not of all. With Marilyn you were an angel. Even your fights and punishments had lessened. Your attraction to the redhead increased so much that it was impossible for you not to say suggestive phrases about her while you helped her after class. She was skilled at dodging hints. It was already impossible for her to be as innocent as you thought. Her smile and the slight blush on her cheeks told you that she perfectly understood what you wanted to say.

Little by little, that absurd fear that she had of you disappeared and her attitude towards you was much calmer. You weren't sure, but somehow you sensed that she had some interest in the naughty bad girl you were. For some strange reason, she was always there when you got into trouble.

One afternoon, you were going for a motorcycle ride to loosen up a bit. You had class works to do, but you didn't care, you never did.

“Hello, precious,” you said tenderly to your motorcycle, which you loved above all things.

You were going to start the engine, when you heard some desperate screams.

“Start damn it!”

It was Marilyn, who seemed to be having trouble starting the little beetle. You were going to ignore it, but the situation seemed too funny to you. You got off the motorcycle and approached the car, leaning mockingly out the window.

“Any problem?” You asked with a wide smile. Marilyn looked at you and, resigned she nodded.

“Well, yes, many problems, (Y/N). The car won't start and I have to go to Jericho to look for the seeds I need for... Well, for my classes...” She told you, turning the key over and over again.

“Well, well, let me take a look,” you said with the same mocking tone. “Open the engine, redhead.”

“Marilyn!” The redhead yelled, opening the engine door.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say…” You whispered, taking a look. “Oh oh…”

“What's happening?”

“I'm afraid someone has had a little fun,” you said, reaching into the engine and pulling out what looked like a broken belt. “This should be there, see?”

Marilyn got out of the car and was horrified to see that you were right.

“It is difficult for the car to start without this. I'm afraid you'll have to call the tow truck, redhead,” you said with a pitying face, handing her the broken leash.

“Oh, shit…” Marilyn sighed. “I'll ask Larissa to take me to the town and…”

It was the best opportunity of your life. You weren't going to waste it.

“No way, redhead... Marilyn. I'll take you,” you said, pointing to the motorcycle.

Marilyn looked over your shoulder with raised eyebrows.

“Are you going to take me... In that thing?” She asked you. “No way, there's no way I'm going to get on that thing with you.”

You shrugged and walked away.

“As you wish, but I think Larissa is not here…” You crooned. “Surely those seeds can wait until tomorrow…” You looked at her, smiling, while you got on the motorcycle. She rolled her eyes and cautiously approached.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “But be careful, please. I never liked these things,” she said with a voice of having given up.

“Calm down…” You said, taking another helmet out of the small compartment and tossing it to her.

“Oh, God…” She sighed as she got on the bike with you.

“Hold on, redhead,” you said, tying her arms around your waist.

“Please, (Y/N), I only ask you not to ruuuuuun,” she said, too late. You had already started, and you used to go fast. “Please, (Y/N), stop!”

You laughed while she, scared, clung to you with all her strength.

It seemed unlikely, but from that day on, the strange relationship you had got closer and closer.

Little by little, the redhead responded to your advances. Never in the way you expected, but it seemed to amuse her that you flirted with her in such a shameless way. Sometimes you got the impression that Marilyn dropped things on the floor for you to pick up, you'd soon find out why.

You were there as always, helping Marilyn with her plants. Not that you were a good girl now, quite the opposite. But with her you were, you were the kindest girl, but also the cheekiest girl of Nevermore. As you put down a large pot in the ground, you looked at Marilyn. You didn't believe what she was seeing. She was looking at you, but not at you, she was looking at your butt. You were wearing a very short skirt, and surely it wasn't exactly your skirt that she was looking at.

“What? Do you like what you see?” You asked, getting up. She looked away quickly.

“I don't know what you mean…” She said, pretending to take care of one of the plants. You bit your lip and ran to get behind her and lean into her ear.

“Yes, you know, redhead, you were looking at my panties…” You said humming, brushing the hair away from her ear. She jerked around, pushing you back a bit.

“Don't talk nonsense, (Y/N). If you have already finished with the pots you can leave,” she said, pretending, very badly, by the way.

“Okay,” she said, making an unexpected move. You grabbed Marilyn by the head and pulled her up, planting a kiss on her lips. She didn't resist, but she did stay wide-eyed. It was your first time taking that step and to your delight, she didn't seem to mind at all. “See you tomorrow,” you crooned, walking out of the conservatory and leaving Marilyn gaping.

After stealing that kiss from the redhead, you got used to doing it all the time. She never complained, but she never kissed you back either. It was weird, she seemed blocked whenever you zoomed in. It was as if he really liked you, as if the little suspicion you had ceased to be, to become evidence. Soon the occasion would come that would make everything clear.

“And for this reason, these little wonders can survive weeks without a drop of water…” Marilyn explained, under your watchful eye. You heard murmurs next to you. As much as you ordered them to shut up, your classmates ignored it.

“Look at her, she tries to be cool but she can't, deep down I feel sorry for her,” a boy behind you said. You concentrated to listen better.

“It's pathetic. I can't wait for her to get out of Nevermore. The normies have no right to be here,” his classmate said.

You had a serious face, you stopped listening to Marilyn a long time ago.

“Just wait and see, I have prepared a little surprise.”

“What have you done this time?”

“Watch and learn. This is how normies are treated in Nevermore,” one of the boys said, moving his hand towards the redhead's desk.

From the wall, what looked like a tarp was unfurled, with some horrible words written on it. Marilyn froze as she read the message.

The best normi is the dead normi

The entire class erupted in laughter, as Marilyn struggled to maintain her composure. You had heard the conversation, you knew who was to blame.

“Damned bastard!” You said, getting up from the table and turning around. “Hey, it was him!” You said, grabbing the collar of her shirt. Marilyn didn't say anything, she just stared at you.

“Let me go, I'm just saying what we all think,” The boy told you. Your blood boiled

“Apologize right now, Fred…” You hissed, grabbing his shirt tightly.

“I'm not even going to do it, that damn normi has to get out of Nevermore…” He said you in a mocking tone.

That was too much for you. With all your might, you pushed the boy, making him fall to the ground, knocking over several chairs and tables along the way.

“Stupid!” He yelled. No one seemed to care that you were in class.

“You're the stupid one, you're going to find out!” You yelled, throwing yourself on top of him and starting a fight in the middle of the conservatory.

“Stop it!” Marilyn yelled, approaching you with fear. You looked at her, causing your partner to punch you several times.

“Damn imbecile,” you said, putting your hand on your nose, which soon began to bleed. “I'm going to destroy you!” You said hitting her with all your might.

“For God's sake, (Y/N), stop it, stop it!” The redhead said, trying to separate you from him, who already had his hands in a surrender position. You kicked, but you let yourself be dragged by Marilyn.

“Everyone out, class's over!” She yelled, checking that, despite the beating, the boy could get up. You stayed there, held by Marilyn on the ground.

“You'll see when I catch you,” you said, passing a hand across your nose, pointing threateningly at your partner.

“Why did you do it, (Y/N)?” Marilyn asked you, while she healed your wounds. “If I tell Weems what happened, she won't hesitate to expel you.”

“What did you want me to do? You don't deserve that,” you said, hissing when the cotton touched one of your wounds.

“I don't need you to defend me, (Y/N). I just overlook that kind of things, I'm used to it,” she told you, caressing your cheek. You smiled mischievously.

“Did you like to see me give that idiot the beating of his life? Confess it, redhead...” You sighed and rolled her eyes. She looked like she was going to deny it, but quite the opposite. She came up to you and kissed you on the lips. A slow, tender kiss, that had nothing to do with the ones you stole from her.

It might seem like a simple gesture, but it was something else, it was the beginning of a real relationship, one in which words were not needed.

“You're a bad girl, (Y/N),” she whispered after kissing you. You widened your eyes and bit your lip. “I like bad girls...”

“I won't be so bad when I've defended you,” you murmured, grabbing her waist. She laughed, putting both hands on your chest.

“We all have defects…”

You were kissing the redhead with passion, with desire, as you entered her room. It had been a while now, and it seemed like the right time to turn up the heat a bit.

“You should be in class, (Y/N)…” Marilyn gasped, between kisses. You laughed, attacking her neck unceremoniously.

“I don't care about classes…” You said. Unexpectedly, she grabbed your hair.

“No, no, no (Y/N), I can't allow you to continue being a bad girl…” She whispered in your ear. “If you don't go to class, I'll have to punish you...”

You opened your eyes. Of all the people you knew, she was the least likely to behave that way. You didn't like to feel dominated, but you already made several exceptions with her, it was okay to make another one.

“Are you going to punish me?” You asked pouting. “Look how I’m shaking.”

The moment you said those words, you received a slap on the cheek. It was not a soft one, it stung.

“Shut up, bitch…” The redhead said, grabbing her hair. “Don't try to be cool with me, I think you don't know me well...”

You shook your head and bit your lip. You wanted to keep teasing her, you wanted to see what she was capable of.

“I do what I want, redhead…” You said, earning another slap. Marilyn sighed and shook her head, shoving you roughly onto the bed.

“You have to learn manners, (Y/N). Maybe I have to teach you a lesson…” She said, sitting next to you. “Come here,” she told you, patting her lap.

You looked at her with a frown.

“Have I not spoken clearly enough, (Y/N)? I told you to get on my lap. Mommy is going to teach you to be a good girl...”

You backed away smiling, surprised by your lover's domineering attitude. Seeing that her gaze became more and more dangerous, you decided to obey, lying on her lap.

“That's how I like it, an obedient girl…” Marilyn said mockingly. “Now mommy is going to teach you to treat her with respect… To behave properly.”

“You like that I’m a bad girl. You can't help it, "mommy,"” you said joking. Her hand fell on your buttocks with a painfully pleasurable force.

“Mmm…” She murmured. It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no either. “I like to teach good manners to bad girls like you, (Y/N). Stupid girls who think they are the coolest in school for wearing ripped pants, riding motorbikes and talking back to the teachers...”

Saying those words with a lusty hiss, she pulled down your pants and underwear, exposing your butt.

“You have a beautiful ass, (Y/N), it's a shame that I have to punish it…” She told you between laughs. You just nodded. You couldn't see what was happening, but her touch was tense, you knew what was coming, and it turned you on. “Come on honey, be a good girl... Count with me...”

“One!” You yelled as you received the first spank. It itched, it stung, but you had to fight back a moan. “Fuck…Two!”

“That's it... What a good girl...” The redhead whispered, relieving your injured area a little. “Come on, come on, we're not done yet. You have to be punished for everything you've done. I'm sure the rest of your teachers would really like to see you like that... So submissive, so... obedient.”

“I thought you were a sweet and innocent spinster and it turns out that you're vicious woman... I like it,” you said, earning another strong spanking.

“Shut up!” She yelled at you, grabbing your hair and pulling it hard. “Haven't they taught you not to judge people without knowing them?” She repeated mockingly, just like you did in her first class. “I just want you to open your dirty mouth to count…”

You nodded and closed your eyes. The heat that was building between your legs was already almost unbearable, and it hadn't even started.

“Five! Six!” You counted, following the frantic rhythm of her whipping. Your butt hurt, surely it was completely red. She laughed with every hit, she surely was enjoying on almost as many levels as you.

“Twenty!” You counted. Marilyn chuckled.

“Okay, (Y/N), we're done with this. Now I want you to undress and lie down on the bed,” she said, moving away from her lap. You looked at her with a smile camouflaged in a grimace of pain.

“Why don't you undress yourself?” You asked, grabbing her blouse and undoing its buttons. She looked at you, blinking repeatedly, before giving you another slap.

“You may be the queen at school, (Y/N), but in my bed I'm in charge, and you're going to do what I tell you…” She told you with a natural smile.

“Very, very good,” you said, getting rid of your already half-down pants. She looked at you with desire, while she searched for something in her drawer. It looked like a rope.

“Lie down,” she told you, once you were naked. “Mommy hasn't finished with you yet...”

You nodded, obeying.

Marilyn got up and undressed little by little. You tried to touch her body several times, but you always received a slap.

“You are so desperate, (Y/N), so anxious for mommy to fuck you…” She said to you, climbing on top of you and grabbing your wrists.

“What are you doing?” You asked when the rope was tied to your hands and the redhead took them to the headboard. “Hey, untie me.”

“No, my love... I'm not going to untie you...” She told you, giving you a tender kiss on your lips. “You're not so brave anymore, are you? Now you are at my mercy, (Y/N)… But don't worry, mommy will be good to you, as long as you obey.”

“I think I can get used to being tied up…” You whispered, fixing your gaze on her breasts, salivating from having them in your mouth.

“I'm glad you think so…” She said, caressing your cheek. “Look at you, you're so wet,” she said while with her other hand, she caressed your between the legs, slipping between your folds.

“Yes…” You said, gasping at her touch. “Please, mommy… I liked that spanking a lot, I want, I want you to fuck me.”

She laughed outrageously, as two of her fingers played at your entrance.

“My bad girl… Look what you've ended up with. In a silly girl, begging me to fuck her... How cute... It's a shame...”

“A shame?” You asked, panting and shifting, struggling against your restraints.

“Honey, you don't want to get away with it, do you?” She asked, removing her hand. You protested.

“What? Oh, come on…” You said, moving your hips, fighting for the contact you had before.

“Shhh, shhh,” the redhead whispered, moving a little above you. “Use your mouth for something else than to complain, (Y/N)… Now you have to please mommy… Then we'll talk…”

You nodded unable to speak, because she sat on top of you. You couldn't breathe, you didn't feel the air entering your lungs, you could only feel her.

Your arms moved as she moaned and rubbed against your mouth.

“Can't you breathe, my love? Oh, poor thing,” Marilyn said petulantly, letting you catch some air. “That's enough, (Y/N), stick out your tongue and make mommy happy…”

You obeyed, taking in all the air you could. You ran your tongue up and down, when and licking everything you found in your path. You were short of breath, but you were full of passion, of involuntary movements of your hips.

“My bad girl... I hope, ahh, I hope that's how you learn to... Oh... To behave well...” Marilyn moaned, moving faster against your face.

You moaned too. You were desperate, unable to move your arms, barely breathing, but the heat you felt between your legs managed to hide those inconveniences. Little by little, the redhead's movements intensified, becoming abrupt and disorderly, until finally, with a heartbreaking and very indiscreet moan, her entire body tensed, and you could feel how her humidity began to run your face.

“That was good, honey… Your filthy mouth is so good with mommy…”

You caught your breath.

“Yeah, I've done it, mommy... Now, please, I need you,” you said shaking your body. That didn't seem to matter to her, as she got up from the bed, reaching for something in a drawer of her dresser.

“Oh, fuck,” you said as you watched her putting a rather sizable strap on to her waist. Spreading a slippery liquid on her dildo, she approached you, with a tender smile, but also disturbing. “Hey, hey, that's really, really big, isn't it?”

She shook her head, saying nothing as she climbed back onto the bed. Your eyes lit up when her hands went to your restraints. When you felt released from the headboard, you sighed and smiled.

“Why are you smiling, bad girl?” She asked you, pouting.

“Because you've come to your senses, and you're going to untie me…” You said. Her face told you that this was not her intention at all.

“You're so sweet… Of course not, honey. You have to be tied down like the bad girl you are. I just want you to suffer your punishment from behind... Until you're a good girl I won't give you the pleasure of watching me fucking you.”

Saying that, she grabbed your waist roughly, turning you on the bed and tying you back to the headboard despite your resistance.

“Shhh…. Don't worry… Mommy will take care of you, honey,” she told you, lifting your abdomen, exposing you completely. “Mmm, how I like your body… I would be looking at you all day… So exposed, so defenseless.”

“Oh, fuck, Marilyn, do it once and for all,” you said, when you felt the tip of that huge object against your slippery folds.

“Careful what you wish for, honey…” She said, thrusting herself inside of you. You opened your eyes, noticing how your walls narrowed with difficulty, accommodating to size.

“Ah, damn, don't be so abrupt… It's… It's big… It hurts me…” You said hissing. Deep down, that little pain you felt only made you more aroused.

“What’s wrong, dear? Can't your little pussy handle mommy's dick? Oh what a lying girl... You're very brave on the outside, (Y/N), but you can't even stand me...”

“Shut up, I'm not used to something so... So...” You said, running out of voice when the pleasure began to run through your body. “Okay, okay, don't stop, keep going…”

She laughed, picking up her pace, gripping your hair tight as she moved with ease. The moans became more and more frequent.

You were completely at her mercy. Marilyn enjoyed, moving her hips gracefully against yours, guiding your body with her hands, digging her nails into your thighs.

You couldn't take it anymore. After a few thrusts and a few reminders about who you belonged to, you snapped, twitching and eyes squeezed shut.

“Damn… Marilyn, you're incredible,” you said, while the redhead untied you. She leaned over you and kissed you tenderly. Her expression was no longer that of the crazy domineering woman who took you mercilessly, it was the one she always had, the one you fell in love with.

“You know, (Y/N)? I don't want you to ever change…”She told you, bringing your head closer to her chest, letting you rest on it.

“Change what?”

“The way you are... I don't care how rebellious you are, I only care that you have a good heart... And I know you have it...”

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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Note: Hi welcome to my Wednesday Addams Masterlist! All fics are for 18+ reader. These are hurt/comfort or sicfics with some fluff and maybe some angst. All fics are for Sick / injured Fem!reader (expect series which have it but not the whole time) there is no smut in any of this they are just sicfics and series. Enjoy :)

TITLE || TYPE OF FIC* || NO.K WORDS || RELATIONSHIP / TYPE OF FIC* || ROLE / TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP || PROGRESS

* A = angst || F = Fluff || SF = Sic Fic || W = Whump || PF = Period Fic || VW = Vomit Warning || AR = Agere

* REQUST || SICTEMBER || PROMPT

SERIES

SCARS AND SECRETS

|| F / W / A? / SF || 0.0K WORDS || WEEMS x THORNHILL x R || STUDENT PLATONIC R || WIP

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 …

After a day gone wrong in the middle of a heatwave your secret, which is still very new to you as well, is shared with your principle and teacher who promise to help you. After you start on the road to discovering and learning more about yourself and this new secret life becomes much more interesting. Old secrets are discovered and your past gets a little more clear.

ONESHOTS

PRINCIPLE WEEMS x READER

Desperate to Decompress || F / W / SF / A? || 2.6K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader needs some time for herself to gather her thoughts and hides herself away. When Ms Thornhill notices your absence she reports to Weems, who goes to investigate.

Nightmares and Nosebleeds || F / W / SF || 3.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has been having trouble sleeping and weems helps you get some much-needed rest.

Sickness and Sprains (+ asthma) || F / W / SF || 3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader is sick and it triggers her asthma badly which leads to getting injuried as well. Weems helps you out.

Nosebleed || F / W / SF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets a nosebleed in class and make a run for it.

Good Intentions || F / W / SF / VW || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader usually always stays behind from Jericho so when weems finally notices she insists and drives you herself. However, you get bad motion sickness but felt too embarrassed to say something.

Nurse Weems || F / W / SF / VW || 1.3K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R

Reader is a teacher and gets sick, but you can only hide it from students and staff for so long. What happens when Wednesday catches you and calls in Principle Weems?

Stuck storming || F / W / SF || 3.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick after being trapped in Burlington due to a storm and flooding. Luckily Weems is with her.

Stuck storming part 2 || F / W / SF || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader and Weems are still waiting for the flooding to go down. In the mean time your still sick and kind of bored.

Sickness and spiders || F / W / SF / VW || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Readers gets in trouble for something she didn’t fully understand, the whole time she’s feeling sick as and Weems is yet too notice.

Schedules and sicknesses || F / W / SF || 2.1K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader can’t miss this meeting. But Weems notices your sick… what happens now?

A Little Sick || F / W / SF / AR || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick and regresses alone in her dorm.

A home in your heart || F / W / SF || 1.8K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick and yoko goes to fetch you some help.

Chronic pain in my butt || F / W / SF || 1.0K WORDS || STUDENT DAUGHTER R || REQUEST

Reader has chronic pain, and her mother is there for her.

MS THORNHILL X READER

Exam Season || F / W / SF / A? || 1.6K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader has been in some pain and finally finds a solution.

Attack of the pot plants || F / W / SF || 2.1K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader hides an injury and it turns out badly for you. Luckily Ms Thornhill cares for you.

Attack of the pot plants PT 2 || F / W / SF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader needs some TLC and Thornhill finds out what you did.

PRINCIPLE WEEMS x MS THORNHILL x READER

Sick day in the dorms || F / W / SF/ VW || 1.8K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

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?

The Sickness Excuse || F / W / SF/ VW || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has used the “sick” excuse one too many times, what happens now she’s actually sick and can’t leave class?

The Sickness Excuse Part 2 || F / W / SF || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has been resting after being brought back to the principal's office, Weems and Thornhill want to know more and make sure you're ok.

Shes a Sleepy Softie || F / W / SF || 3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Readers been having some trouble sleeping, what happens when you do?

Exhausting Excursions || F / W / A / SF / VW || 3.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader gets sick on an excursion and Weems is concerned.

Ms Sniffles || F / W / A / SF || 2.5K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is an alleged troublemaker who had been on Weems nerves all week, but now you're sick and Weems is feeling guilty.

Safe and Warm || F / W / A || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets bullied and ends up somewhere she really doesn’t want to be. Small spaces always made her scared. But now she’s locked in.

Passing (out) in Botany class || F / W / SF / VW || 1.5K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader passes out in class and manages to get a nice concussion.

Studying sickness || F / W / SF || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader passes out from studying for too long. Principal Weems and Ms Thornhill look after you.

The Addams Allergy || F / W / SF / A || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader's allergy is a thing of myth, and someone decides to do some myth-busting. This won't end well for anyone.

The Black Towel || F / W / PF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader ends up in the principals office … but you didn’t do anything wrong. Well, nothing that deserved being here at least.

Exam Anxiety Sickness || F / W / VW / SF || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader worries about her exam to a point of sickness

A Little Sick Part 2 || F / W / SF / AR || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets some cuddles and a nap as well as seeing some new faces.

Texts from the ex || F / W / SF || 1.1K WORDS || TEACHER R

Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.

First Visions || F / W / SF / VW? || 1.9K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has her first vision and ends up injured and in need of help.

First Visions Pt. 2 || F / W / SF / VW || 2.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is taken care of after part one.

Tonsil troubles || F / W / SF || 1.9K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

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

Tonsil troubles Pt. 2 || F / W / SF || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is looked after following her surgery in part one.

Momma Bear || F / W / SF || 1.9K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is struggling with some pains and exhaustion while trying to find her feet at a new job. It's your scary boss that seems to be your saviour.

ENID x READER

Coming soon!

WEDNESDAY x READER

Coming soon!

WENCLAIR X READER

Coming soon!

OTHER

Motion Sickness Secrets || F / SF / W / VW || 1.8K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday faces the consequences of keeping secrets.

Inconvenient hours of overtime || F / W / PF || 1.7K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday finds herself in a stick situation and ends up tying weems into it.

The baby monitor || F / W / SF / A || 1.9K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday hasn’t been looking after herself

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m1lfsh4ke · 1 year ago

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Mutual pleasure (repost)

warning: 18+ smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#marilyn thornhill #wednesday #marilyn thornhill x reader #christina ricci #ms thornhill #marilyn thornhill smut #laurel gates #laurel gates x reader #marilyn thornhill x fem reader #christinaricci #marilyn thornhill x fem!reader #marilyn thornhill x larissa weems #laurel gates x fem!reader #laurel gates smut #ms thornhill x fem reader #ms thornhill x fem!reader #ms thornhill x reader

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xelinezeddiorsstuff · 1 year ago

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UPDATE !! I have decided to finally make the Twitter account, and it is @ziwriter_18. I have not posted my au just yet, but just know that it is in the works. So all marilyn thornhill/laurel gates lovers pls do follow me there and I'll see you !!

If I make a marilyn thornhill au in twitter would anyone read it?

#marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #netflix wednesday #christina ricci #laurel gates #ms thornhill #wednesday 2022 #marilyn thornhill x fem reader #wednesday

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dialsforshutup · 2 years ago

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"Please Don't Leave Me alone"

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader, no use of Y/N

Angst angst annngsstttt, not proofread, english isn’t my first language!

taglist: @thearkhamknightsqueen @thegoddamnfeels @larissaweemsrealwife @madammedusasplace @miaivy

Requested by anon!

It had been a few weeks since Wednesday had approached you with the idea of assisting her with her ongoing investigation regarding the string of murders that have plagued Jericho for a while now. A few weeks since you have been tiptoeing by your fellow co-workers to keep your assistance under-wraps, Principal Weems especially. She was adamant at stopping Wednesday’s investigations once and for all, and would surely cost you your job and respect she had towards you if she found out that you were helping her- all staff members were expected to make sure she wasn’t investigating it after all. Not to mention your personal close ‘friendship’ with the principal would be tarnished. But for some odd reason, when the melancholy girl approached your desk after you had just finished teaching one of your classes and explained to you the dire-ness of the situation, you believed her. What would she be gaining from lying about this after all? It’s true, the Addams’s were known for their signature dark flair on things, but she looked serious enough.

You’ve been helping her collect evidence and find conclusive data for her case, while also making sure she doesn’t get into any danger. But you didn’t consider yourself getting into danger, let alone life threatening danger. The idea of it went over your head as you were in the depths of the forest at night, crouching behind a log with Wednesday to your left. You were looking at some sort of twisted hideout, covered in vines and leaves- to the uninformed it would seem abandoned. But the data that Wednesday and yourself had collected over the course of weeks pointed this exact hideout to be that of the Monster’s resting place. Everything was going smoothly, until it didn’t anymore.

“I hear rustlin-“ Wednesday began. That was right as the rustling turned into quick movements, ones that sounded like running, and they were only getting closer. Panic rushed through your very being, you went into a state of fight or flight.

“Run.” You said to the girl besides you, who was frozen in place.

“Wha-“

“RUN!!”

Wednesday didn’t question you any further and did as you said, it would cause serious problems if Wednesday was hurt by the monster- or worse. Enough students had gotten hurt, it was your responsibility as part of the Nevermore staff to always protect them. And so you did, bravely enough, and stared into the eyes of the monster as it approached…. Only it wasn’t a monster?? It was, Ms Thornhill?

blank.

That’s all you remember after looking down and seeing Ms Thornhill’s signature red boots. After that, you just blanked. Thornhill had realized that you recognized her, and surely, she wouldn’t let her plans that she’d been working on for most of her life go down the drain at the hands of you.

All you remember after that was darkness. Not knowing that you were in fact, knocked out. Thankfully, after you hadn’t returned for the school for hours Wednesday went to Principal Weems and confessed every thing. True, she was upset and mad at first that you had been assisting Wednesday with her dangerous escapades and dead-end filled labyrinth of a case. But then she calmed herself down once she had heard of for status quo. She hadn’t even felt herself jump out of her desk and change her expression from a mad one to a concerned one in what seemed to be a matter of seconds. Surely, the normal Principal-Teacher relationship wouldn’t endure such raw, desperate emotions form someone? Especially with that simplicity. In less than a moment’s efforts she had sent a group of staff, guided by Wednesday, to locate and return you to the Nevermore Infirmary.

It’s true, she expected a few bumps and scratches here and there based on what Wednesday had described to her earlier. But nothing would have prepared her for your unconscious state you were lying in when she walked into that secluded Infirmary wing. You looked so calm, laying on the bed with an IV drip in one arm. It was so quiet it hurt, with the quiet drips of the saline solution and the hymn of the A/C being the only condolence in this sickeningly quiet room. She felt the heartstrings, which had been pulled whenever she’d catch a sight of you in the hallways- scrambling to be somewhere- snap in that very moment. Her breathing only got faster and faster, directly in parallel with her ever so beating heart. The thought of loosing you, loosing your smile that shined a room whenever you’d walk into it. The thought of loosing the scent of your flowery perfumed that engulfed all her senses whenever you’d be near. Of your outfits that were so selectively picked to fit your physique just right. And your enthusiasm that uplifted those around you. Larissa Weems was in love, and she had no idea that she was.

What would she do? Without all of you. She had emotionally connected herself to you, and to say that she was a mess in the current moment, your unconscious state laying infront of her, was nothing less of an overstatement. The nurses said that they didn’t know when you’d wake. Didn’t know?!?? Didn’t know. Maybe you would wake in a few days, months, or years. Years….

Years could go by without your presence by her side, she'd feel the loneliness that she'd felt in her heart from the moment she'd graduated from Nevermore herself to the moment you walked into those doors; insisting she hires you for a job. She thought it amusing at first, your confidence in yourself at that moment. But she'd seen the way you uplift others and the way that nobody was there to uplift you. Your friendship with her not only served as a benefit to Weems, who didn't really have that many good friends in the first place but also a benefit to you; Now you had somebody who cared about it- albeit the fact that the both of you spent hours of sleepless nights trying to eradicate the mere thought of each other from your mind. Your friendship had begun to blossom into something more beautiful, something more real and vulnerable. But life was a cruel and fickle thing. Larissa was going to ask you the very next day, ask you about becoming hers and only hers- so why did life play this cruel trick on her? Take you from her hold just as she was going to grasp you, ensure that you were hers and she was yours.

And here she found herself, sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed you were placed upon, minutes began to turn into hours as she sat there staring at the open window in the corner. But she'd wait, regardless if it was days, months, years, or mere hours. She would way for when you awake, and tell you everything she'd been feeling for the time she'd known you. She was too close to losing you, too close for her liking. She would never allow for this to happen again, and if there was a chance you wouldn't wake? She wouldn't know what to do.

"Please don't leave me alone"

#gwendoline christie #wednesday #wednesday netflix #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems #x reader #fanfic #request #im so tired #finals week #help #fem x fem #sapphic #drabble

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illegal-heartbreaker · 1 year ago

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Please, I need it!!!! Nsfw Marilyn Thornhill x fem student reader (18-19 y.o)

Plot at your discretion

I beg you, write

teachers pet {m. thornhill}

summary: i'm using my school rules for this because we've got so many and it's all i've got for this fic.

relationship: marilyn thornhill x reader

extra/warning: nsfw, this is like the first thing i wrote in a yr

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“Ms Y/L/N!" a voice yells across the hallway pulling you away from your conversation with Yoko. Spinning around on the spot, frowning when you see your dorm mom standing by the water fountain. Looking back at your friend, she pushes you forward "good luck" is muttered before you're pushed in her direction.

"Good afternoon, Miss Thornhill. How may I help you?" You ask lifting your gaze up to your teachers eyes raising a brow.

"as much as I love your jewellery, you do remember our dress code?"

"Yes, and I think you should let me off with a warning." You grin whilst looking down at your rings that littered your fingers.

"good try, detention with me at 3:50." groaning you nod before turning back to your friend, who is trying to cover up the smile which is growing on her face with a look of concern.

"it isn't funny." you mutter pulling her away to your room, hoping to enjoy the last part of your sunday before detention ruins it.

Yoko warned you at 3:40 that you needed to leave soon to get to Ms Thornhills office for the detention. You ignored her originally but when it hit 3:45 you ran. Sprinting out of the room after stuffing your dorm keys and phone into your pockets leaving Yoko cackling at your look of horror when you saw the time.

arriving at the door to the office just as it hit 3:51. Hopefully Ms Thornhill wouldn't notice. Oh but you were wrong.

"Never pegged you as somebody to not listen to their teachers directions, Ms Y/L/N." A voice speaks from further in, taking a step towards where the voice originated from. "It's just one minute!" You protest not wanting to make your detention any worse, but thats exactly what it did.

"And now you're talking back to your teacher..." Marilyn says walking towards you with a pitying grin on her face, "How terribly... naughty." Your body heats up under the gaze of your botanics teacher.

"I'm sorry miss thornhill-" You start trying to apologise, the word "hush." cutting you off and making you go silent.

The older woman sets her watering can down with a soft clang, and before long, she was standing right in front of you, "Whatever should we do with you..."

The Botany teacher lifts her pale hand to cup your chin, ever so roughly. Her eyes filling with mischief as she pulls you in closer, so she can whisper in your ear.

"What you can do is get on your knees and worship" she whispers, the smirk evident in her voice, even if you couldn't see it. Without hesitation she pushes you to the cold ground, "the clocks ticking y/l/n."

#marilyn thornhill #wednesday #christina ricci #wednesday netflix #wlw #lesbian

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towriteloveontheirarms · 1 year ago

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Hey, how are you?? Well, I have a Rowan x reader request, if you can do it. Like, the reader is a werecat and is afraid of rain, so Rowan helps her with that. (Fem or Gn reader, pls). Thank you <3

I have been well. I hope you are doing good too, anon. <3 I totally forgot how much I loved writing for Rowan. This is a bit on the shorter side, but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

Bonds forged in rain

pairing: Rowan Laslow x reader

synopsis: You are scared of rain, but who would´ve thought that one day there could be something good coming from that fear.

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

The sky had been cloudy and dark all morning already. The wind only another sign for the oncoming storm. Yet still you didn‘t manage to pack any possible measure against the rain, that would surely soon commence. Leaving the dorm in a hurry, to get to the greenhouse on time for the first lesson of the day, after almost sleeping in. Luckily you arrive just on time. Sitting down, greeting your friends while trying to catch your breath and getting your stuff out before Ms Thornhill began the lesson. As always, it’s easy to follow along what the teacher is saying, until towards the end of your time in the greenhouse. At first it is only a quiet dribble few and far between water drops, but faster than you are comfortable with there is a proper shower whipping against the windows. Suddenly its hard to listen to anything that is going on inside of the classroom, instead you start to get more and more into your own head. Adrenaline coursing through your veins as fear takes over your system. You can feel your chest heaving with heavy breaths, unable to do much against it on your own.

That´s when you feel an equally nervous leg bouncing against yours. Looking to the side you see Rowan. Staring to the front where Ms Thornhill is currently writing something on the chalkboard.

“Sorry.”, he whispers quietly when he feels your legs colliding.

“It´s alright.”, you whisper back.

The two of you had never talked much outside of class projects. Yet, unlike most of your fellow students, you abstained from the bullying. In your mind he had it hard enough with the telekinesis already. A mutual friend had told you once how it could mess with your mind. You didn´t need to bully him on top of that too.

You rake your eyes over him. It´s not the first time you look at him closer. The deep brown eyes, flitting looks from behind the brown and gold-patterned glasses, the beauty mark beneath his left eye, his pale skin and the perfectly neat sitting hair and uniform are well known to you. You liked looking at him, in fact. For reasons unknown to you.

All too soon the bell rings though. Pulling you from your thoughts and signalling the end of the lesson. Cursing under your breath you notice the rain has not let up, but only sounded to have become even stronger. As the other students file out of the room you stay behind for as long as you can, but you had to leave for the next class eventually. So, on very shaky legs you make your way outside, coming to a stand under the roof. Something inside you just stopped your legs from working no matter how hard you tried.

The longer you stood there the harder it got to breath or even think about walking, until you felt a hesitant hand on your shoulder. You quickly turn your head to see Rowan standing next to you.

“Oh, I´m sorry.”, you step to the side. Assuming you stand in the way of him exiting the door.

“No, it´s… It´s fine. Um are you alright?”, he asks in a shy almost meek voice.

“Yeah.”, it´s your first instinct to lie. However, your body can´t hide the way it´s shaking and pressing up against the building wall under the roof. “No, actually. I´m kinda afraid… of the rain… It´s cringey I know.”

“Oh, um, you can share my umbrella if you want. I don´t know if that helps… At least you wouldn´t get wet that way…”, he points to your empty hands signalling that you had forgotten to bring your own in the haste of the morning.

“Y-yeah… That would be nice. Thanks, Rowan.”, you can feel the heat of embarrassment spread over your cheeks.

However, the embarrassment is only becoming worse when you take the first step away from under the roof and a drop of the water hits your face before you reach the relative safety of the umbrella. With a squeak you quickly grab onto the handle of the device protecting you from the downpour. An almost unintelligible whimper leaves your lips.

“Woah, it´s okay.”, he says in a quiet but weirdly soothing voice. Though you can hear that he is taken aback by your reaction ever so slightly.

Your eyes meet his and it gets a bit easier to breath all of a sudden. Somehow looking at him, with these eyes that always seemed to hold a deep inner trouble, had a calming effect on you. Together you make your way back to the main school building as fast as possible. Once under the roof and inside one of the hallways, the shaking finally slowly stops again. The burning on your face and the tip of your eyes sticks around a bit longer though. It feels awkward having been seen like that by anyone that isn´t part of your inner circle. The feeling forces you to train your eyes to the stone floor. Now that you are back inside you don´t know what to say to him. Don´t know what to feel. Only that despite the overwhelming urge for the ground to split open and swallow you whole, there is an undeniable need to stay in his presence for longer. When you dare to look up into Rowans face again, it is red like you had rarely seen it. Cursing yourself you try to think of something to say. Anything basically that could possibly make the situation a little less unbearable.

“Thank you, again. It was really nice of you to help me.”, you say with an awkward chuckle. One of your hands finding its way up to shyly rub at the back of your neck.

“Yeah, sure, no problem. Are you… alright now?”, he fights to find the right words.

“Well, I´m better.”, the voices of the students around you alert the two of you that it is way past time to get to your own respective classes. “Before we go, um… I know we don´t really talk or anything, but would you maybe like to eat lunch together or I could interest you you to go to the weathervane once the weather is better or something?”

Surprise takes over Rowans face once he realizes you are genuine in your request and if you weren´t so nervous yourself maybe you would have had time to notice how cute he looks as he opens and closes his mouth like a fish on land, grappling with himself to get out an answer.

“Yes. Yes, I´d like to eat lunch with you.”, you almost don´t understand his answer from the way he quickly mumbles it out.

“I´ll meet you by the Poe statue then.” You give him a small smile and wave before running to your next class. Heart beating out of your chest and happiness flooding your chest. You couldn´t wait to get to know more about the person that so long you only watched sitting beside you in botanical sciences class.

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m1lflov3rrr · 1 year ago

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Fetish - Marilyn Thornhill x fem!student!reader

When you arrive at Nevermore, your whole life turns upside down. An unexpected bond begins to form between you and a certain botany teacher, hiding behind a twisted façade. Through stolen glances across the quad and hushed conversations in the conservatory, a connection blossoms.

Yet, the boundary between love and lust becomes faint. As your world collides with Ms Thornhill, the passion between you grows too intense to be called anything but obsession.

Coming very soon!!!!!!

part 1 here!

#ahh so excited about this!!!#new fic #marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #laurel gates #laurel gates x reader #wednesday

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drearydisastress · 2 years ago

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i. initium

Wednesday x fem reader

Word count: 3k+

Multiple parts

You're the new student Wednesday finds herself forced to show around your first day. You claim to live a life of normalcy, but Wednesday quickly learns that much more lurks beneath the surface of your mundane facade.

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Being called into Principal Weems office came as no surprise to Wednesday Addams, there were a plethora of things she could've been in trouble for; sneaking out to sleuth, sneaking people in to help her sleuth, attempted homicide, anything was possible really. What did come as a surprise to her was the presence of Ms. Thornhill, who held a pot containing a Middlemist Red Camellia (Camellia species) in her hands.

"Miss Addams, please have a seat," the principal motioned towards one of the chairs in her office, but the gloomy teen preferred to stand.

"Why have I been called here?" she inquired, not wanting to spend any more time than she had to with the pair of women.

"Straight to the point as always," Thornhill hummed. "Wednesday, as you might have heard, we have a new student joining us and after reading her personal statement I thought that you were the best person to show her around-"

"No," Wednesday deadpanned, she'd heard rumors of a new student, but figured it was nothing more. "I think we all know that I'm never the best person to show anyone around, why didn't you just ask Enid? She was sufficient in showing me around my first day."

"We didn't think Enid was the best suited to show this particular student aro-"

"Yet you thought her and I would make the perfect pairing," she turned her attention to the principal. "I thought this school didn't accept people mid-term."

A quiet knock at the door killed the conversation in the air and the principal looked to the stoic girl once more.

"You are living proof that all rules have exceptions. This is not a request Miss Addams, you will be showing Miss Salvatore around today," she spoke before plastering on a welcoming smile and inviting whoever was on the other side of the door in.

Whatever the eldest Addams was thinking before you walked in went out the window when you entered, you were striking, but not in the way she could say she liked. You looked between the unfamiliar faces in the room with piercing, cherry red eyes, even in a school full of outcasts she'd never seen anyone with eyes quite like yours. Your hair fell just past your shoulders in waves and your lips were painted a burgundy red that almost matched her own perfectly. Surely, they'd have no problem finding someone who would take much more pleasure in doting on you, you were pretty, and she could already feel all the eyes that would inevitably be on the pair of you if she walked you around the school. As Ms. Thornhill surged forward to greet you, Wednesday took the opportunity to speak privately with Weems, her usual blank expression dark with irritation.

"I'm not doing this."

"If you'd only give this a try, I think you'd find that you and Miss Salvatore may have a lot in common."

"I'd rather you rip my tongue out and force me to eat it. Principal Weems, this-" she stopped as you approached.

"Y/n Salvatore, this is Wednesday Addams, Wednesday this is Y/n Salvatore. She'll be showing around today," Ms. Thornhill introduced you.

"Nice to meet you," you spoke, extending your hand to the gloomy girl, but recoiling once you were met with nothing more than a cold stare. "The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."

You shifted uncomfortably under her stare, and she stared for a while, trying to gauge the energy you brought into the room. You seemed harmless, but so did pandas, and they could rip you to shreds if you crossed them. She couldn't determine what kind of outcast you were; she hadn't noticed any fangs when you spoke and you weren't wearing any headgear so you couldn't have been a vampire or gorgon, perhaps you were a werewolf like Enid or-

"Y/n do excuse her rudeness, Wednesday doesn't like," she stopped, tearing the Addam's from her thoughts. "Anything."

"Isn't it more logical that her roommate shows her around? Why me?"

"If you must know, she does not have a roommate Miss Addams. Now, we are not requesting you show her around, we're requiring it," Principal Weems finally interjected. "Now if your time is that precious to you, I recommend you not waste any more of it arguing. Miss Salvatore is to be taken around to each of her classes, then to collect her uniform, and lastly to her dorm in Ophelia Hall."

Wednesday glared at the pair of women once more and understanding that she wasn't going to get her way this time, she begrudgingly turned to face you once more, speaking not a single word as she led you out the office and through the quad. The world didn't stop the second the two of you stepped foot in the buzzing center, people took sight of you slowly, whispering to their friends and starting a chain reaction that resulted in all eyes on the two of you. The whispers buzzed in your ears and although you wanted to cave in on yourself, you opted to put on a confident smile, everyone was clearly curious but cautious as you followed behind the grey girl, and it would be stupid of you to not take advantage of the power being the new girl would bring you for a few days.

"How surprising to see the psychopath leading around the fresh meat?" a taunting, unfamiliar voice rang in your ears. "I liked this place more before they started making exceptions for any tragic misfit that stumbled through the gates, does the integrity of this school mean nothing to Weems anymore?"

"Y/n, this is Bianca Barclay she's every bit as sad and desperate for the acceptance of her peers as she seems."

You'd met many Bianca's in the past, they'd made your formative school years hell, but you didn't let them get the best of you and you weren't about to let her.

"The bitchy mean girl act is awfully tacky don't you think?" you challenged, earning a shocked look from the woman. "I honestly don't think you could be more cliche if you tried and I can see that you are, a little too hard if you ask me."

The siren rose from her seat at the edge of the fountain, stalking towards you until she invaded your personal bubble. She towered over you, but you wouldn't be shaken, unwavering you glared up at her; behind you Wednesday's eyebrow cocked upwards, interested as she watched you pair.

"I read about you on wolfies blog, a trouble making normie who couldn't play her own role amongst her own kind becomes so terribly ostracized that she's forced to come to school with the rest of the rejects? I'm not buying it, we've had plenty of normies transfer here under the guise of not fitting in when they really just wanted to destroy this place from this inside out," she spat, stepping impossibly closer to you, observing your features closely. "Although...I've never met a human with eyes quite like yours, but mark my words newbie, you may be front page fodder now, but you'll fall back into obscurity where you belong within a few days. I'm keeping my eye on you nuisance and if I catch you even an inch out of line, there will be hell to pay, got it?"

"Someone has a hero complex," you looked back to the Addams behind you. "Is she always this intense or only on days when she feels threatened?"

Wednesday was intrigued by you, not very, but certainly more than she was by the rest of her class; she would have never guessed you were a normie with your appearance. Besides, anyone who stood up to Bianca like that couldn't be that bad and something she said made the gloomy girl's ears prick up, it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun in a bad situation.

"Her desperate need to be on top means she's always on edge and had a lonely childhood, don't take it personal. We really must be continuing the tour, I don't want to waste more time than I have already," she deadpanned, turning to walk away from the two of you.

You chuckled at her answer, glaring up at Bianca once more before following after your woeful tour guide, walking much closer to her than you had been earlier.

"Is everyone here that intens-" you started, taking notice of the way she looked at you, with much more intensity than before, like she was trying to see through you. "Never mind. You know, I figured my first day at Nevermore would be weird, but this is a lot even for me. Also, why isn't your uniform blue like everyone else's? Are you valedictorian or something?"

"I'm allergic to color."

You chuckled, "Is that all I have to say? I already wasn't thrilled with the vertical stripes, but blue really isn't my color."

"I'm not lying," she deadpanned, not even glancing your way as she spoke. "I'll break out in hives and the skin will fall off my bones."

"Is that even possible? If so, aren't black and white colors?"

"You're in a school full of vampires and gorgons, do you really doubt anything anymore? Black and white aren't colors, they're shades, I thought that was common knowledge. Your plan is flawed anyway, how can you possibly expect anyone to believe you're allergic to color when you're wearing a yellow shirt."

You shrugged, "Fair. I guess it still isn't a great uniform, but definitely better than the blue one."

You reached to touch the fabric as you spoke and despite her going out of the way to avoid you, your fingers grazed her arm.

Upon first contact with you, her body involuntarily stiffened, and her neck snapped upwards, electricity coursed through her body as she was plagued with a vision. A couple images flooded her mind; men whose faces were obscured by the large hoods of their black robes surrounding a table decorated with candles and symbols she didn't recognize, your photo sat at its center. The next was of you, bound to the ground of the woods and screaming in abject agony as you desperately tried to surge forward, reaching for something she couldn't see; then your heart was ripped from your chest.

"Wednesday?!" she heard as she came to, your face coming into focus as blinked. "Thank goodness, I thought I killed you or something."

Her heart pounded so violently that she worried it would come out of her chest, and after seeing it happen firsthand, it no longer seemed as fun as she previously thought. The smell of lavender and rose eased her out of discombobulation as she took in her surroundings, it was only then that she noticed the crowd that formed around the two of you and the position you were in. You were sitting on your knees, cradling her head in your lap, your face mere inches from her own; cherry red eyes scanning the Addams' features frantically for injuries. Wednesday stared back at you for a second, finally expressing an emotion other than indifference, she was perplexed. Her head spun as she shot up, glaring at the crowd until they dispersed and putting distance between the two of you.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse?"

"I'm fine."

"Hey what's going on?" a voice you didn't recognize, but that was all too familiar to the girl beside you rung out through the thinning crowd. "Woah, I never thought I'd see Wednesday Addams playing welcoming committee," the bubbly blonde spoke, staring between the two of you.

"I'm not playing anything; I was forced into this role. Enid this is-"

"Y/n Salvatore, the normie newbie who got kicked out of every school in her town, earning herself a reputation so bad that only Nevermore would take her? I'm almost offended that you thought I didn't know, her info has been up on my blog for like 3 days now, you’d know that if you kept up with it," she looked at you once more. "I thought the red eyes were just editing, are they contacts? Would you be willing to answer some questions my readers have been just dying to know?"

You were slightly disturbed by the information Enid just relayed to you but considering the fact that she had been the friendliest person you'd met thus far, you figured there'd be no harm in answering her questions; she'd find out on her own soon enough anyway.

"They aren't contacts and sure I guess, yours must be the blog Bianca mentioned earlier," you pulled a cell phone from your pocket and extended it to the girl. "Follow it on my phone, I'd love to see what else you've dug up about my mundane life."

Enid practically bounced as she typed the information into your phone before placing it back in your hands.

"Wednesday will bring you back to our room when she's done showing you around, I have to go prepare!"

The eldest Addams opened her mouth to protest, but closed it promptly, the vision showed her that much more lurked beneath surface of your mundane facade; you were in danger. She had no choice now but to keep an eye on you now and it annoyed her deeply, but if her clairvoyance followed any sort of rule, she would only have to make sure you didn't die until the next morning.

"She seemed nice, I was starting to worry that everyone here was a bitter Bianca or woeful Wednesday-" you stopped, realizing how rude that sounded. "No offense."

She walked ahead of you before responding,

"I take it as a compliment, nothing you could possibly come up with could insult me, let's get the rest of the day over with."

The remainder of the tour went relatively smoothly compared to the first half; you tried (and failed) to get your hands on a black uniform, walked through each of your classes, and saw your room for the first time. It was big and bare and for some reason sent a sick feeling into the pit of your stomach, you had really hoped for a roommate, but you could manage being alone. Despite your attempts at starting a conversation, Wednesday hardly spoke to you, it wasn't until the two of you made it to her door that she broke the silence.

"Give me a few to tidy some things up before you come in."

She didn't wait for a response before entering her room and closing the door in your face.

"Howdy roomie," Enid greeted the gloomy girl fondly. "Where's Y/n? I thought you were bringing her."

Wednesday didn't respond, moving swiftly to her desk she loaded her typewriter, quickly typing and scribbling on a document, before handing it to her roommate.

"These are some questions I would appreciate you asking Y/n, she doesn't get to know they're my own," She deadpanned before opening the door once more and allowing you entrance to the room.

"Wow," you mused, looking around their half-pastel, half-gothic room. "You two are a cute pair of besties, I love the opposites attract theme going on in here."

"We aren't 'besties'."

"Oh em gee, I know right!" The pair spoke over each other. "I could totally help you decorate you room when you get to it, but let's get down business."

You watched Enid plop onto her been and open a laptop that's top panel was adorned with cute stickers, the blonde looked up at you once more, patting the spot in front of her.

"Come sit, I don't bite, well not anymore."

You obeyed, sitting crisscross in front of her as she began prodding you with questions, Wednesday watched the two of you from her side of the room.

"Okay, let's start by addressing some of the most popular rumors going around the school about you. Some people have started wondering whether you left your town in order to escape a stalker that was coming after you, what do you have to say about that?"

You laughed, shaking your head before speaking,

"So not true, you had it right the first time; I came here after getting kicked out of every school in town, my parents sent me here as some sort of punishment. If I couldn't behave myself in human school then they'd throw me to the freaks and see how I fared, their words, not mine."

The tick of keys as Enid typed was impossibly fast and you watched her stunned before she moved on to the next question. Wednesday was unsure of how many ridiculous questions her roommate had asked you before finally moving onto the important ones, hers.

"There's been buzz around the school that you aren't really a normie, I mean they famously don't tend to have naturally occurring red eyes, what are your thoughts on this?"

Wednesday listened closely as you pondered your answer for a second,

"I'm not sure of the science behind how my eyes got to be this color, but I can assure that I'm as normal as they come, both of my parents are normies and sadly closed minded to those who are different."

Something about your response piqued Wednesday's interest, most people embellished their lives, desperate to come off as the exact opposite dull and ordinary; you openly painted a picture of and welcomed mundanity when describing your own. Enid looked down at the page resting on her laptop and shot her roomie a strange look from across the room before asking,

"Some strange students speculate that you have a cult pursuing you, any comment?"

"Are these the same students that think I was being stalked? Unless these students are the cult, I have no idea what that's all about, people come up with some weird theories to fill the void."

Wednesday earned yet another look from Enid as she asked her final question,

"Do you recognize these symbols?"

Your eyes widened slightly for a split second that went unnoticed by the blonde as you took in the symbols doodled on the page, you certainly recognized them, but snapped out of it pretty quickly.

"I don't recognize them," you lied, handing the page back. "Your readers wanted to you to ask me that?"

Enid looked past you as she spoke,

"Someone did."

You decided to leave shortly after she finished interviewing you and was surprised when Wednesday stood, telling more than offering to walk with you, lying that she was going that way anyway. The brisk walk was just as awkward as the tour had been, she walked beside you, never once glancing in your direction or attempting to make small talk until you got to your door.

"Will you be staying here for the rest of the night?" the gloomy girl questioned, shocking you once more. "Or will you be wondering around the school?"

"I'll probably stay in here, why? Are you the stalker people speculate is following me?"

Your joke fell on the deaf ears of Wednesday Addams and she wasn't laughing, your cheeks warmed slightly in embarrassment; you coughed uncomfortably, thanking the stoic teen for showing you around before disappearing into your room. Wednesday was happy for that to be over with, she could stop babysitting and start sleuthing. She may not have been looking at your face when Enid showed you those symbols, but your body language told her everything you needed to know, you stiffened sharply the second they came into view. Clearly you were lying, but about what was for her to figure out. Perhaps Bianca wasn't far off in thinking that you came to Nevermore with ulterior motives, but she'd have to do a lot more investigation before she was willing to admit that the siren was correct.

She was in her head about you well into the late hours of the night when something concerning caught her eye, you were sneaking around campus, clearly headed towards the woods. That wasn't what concerned her though, what concerned her was the hooded figure that followed swiftly behind as you disappeared into the forest.

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I posted this before on a different account, but got burned very badly by a blaze and wanted to start again lmao. This is a personal writing that I've been working on for a short while, it ended up being much longer than originally intended, but I am happy with it and hope you were too. I'd love to hear whether or not you all think I should continue with it, but I probably will reguardless. I hope the mystery lurking beneath Y/n's surface was enough to intrigue you into staying, but even if it didn't, thank you for your time <3

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year ago

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Oh I like the jealous reader fic you wrote! Can we get another one, please? Maybe this time it's Marilyn x fem student reader where the rumor mill of Nevermore speculates that Marilyn and Larissa are dating and reader is devastated by it, because she's secretly in love with Marilyn. One day she walks into Jericho's café and sees Larissa and Marilyn sitting together, maybe Marilyn is laughing at something Larissa said but reader mistakes it that they're on a date and runs crying back to Nevermore. Marilyn notices that the reader seemed upset and didn't even order anything just took off so Marilyn goes to reader's room to check on her and is horrified to find a sobbing reader packing her bags.

Reader at first won't tell her why she's leaving but possessive Marilyn in her desperation tries to stop reader from leaving and ends up on top of reader on reader's bed and confessions and rough smut happens with jealous reader biting Marilyn's neck and shoulders. Thank you thank you thank you!

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

Rumors

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, jealous reader, possessive Marilyn, manipulation

Word count: 4,575

Summary: Your friends are the rumor’s factory at Nevermore, One day one of them made you to feel terribly bad, one about the woman you loved…

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

“Hey, (Y/N), are you with us?” Enid, your classmate, asked. You shook your head, snapping out of the little fantasies you were projecting in your mind. You smiled and nodded, pretending you hadn't come back from a far away place.

“What's wrong with you lately?” Yoko, another of your best friends asked. You frowned, pretending you had no idea what they were talking about.

“I don't know, what's wrong with me?” You asked, sitting down on that wooden bench. The two girls looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

“Yoko and I have the impression that you are hiding something from us,” Enid said, crossing her arms. Your other friend nodded, reaffirming that sentence.

“I'm not hiding anything, I'm like an open book,” you lied on purpose.

It's not that you were doing something wrong, or something that had to be kept secret. Nothing of that. You were hiding some feelings that had begun to form little by little inside you, and that you did not want to tell. Feelings of appreciation, admiration and yes, love.

“Hello girls,” Your botany teacher, Marilyn Thornhill, said, shyly approaching the place where you were.

“Hello Ms. Thornhill…” Your companions sighed. You just smiled, seeing what she had in her hand.

“Here, (Y/N), I found the book of rare desert plants you asked about the other day,” she told you kindly, handing you that little book.

“Tha, thanks,” you stammered, trying not to get nervous when your hand lightly brushed against hers.

Yes, she was your secret love. You loved that woman, your teacher. She seemed the kindest and kindest person in the world to you. You spent many hours studying botany to stand out in her class, to make her notice you. You got it. All of her questions were directed at you and you managed to answer correctly. You even stayed with her one afternoon, helping her to water the plants. You wanted to spend as much time with Marilyn as possible. You needed to be close to her.

Naturally you understood that your love was impossible, that she shouldn't feel anything for you. You didn't care, it was enough for you to dream what a relationship with her would be like, clandestine or not. You thought how it would be to caress her skin, to kiss her lips.

You thought about it in the dark, in the solitude of your dreams and thoughts. You weren't going to let anyone find out, especially not your friends, the undisputed queens of Nevermore gossip.

“Don't forget the oasis section, there are some species that you can't see anywhere else,” the redhead told you, pointing to the book that she had just handed you.

You obviously didn't care much for the desert plants, you did care that she had bothered to look for that book, and that she was giving it to you.

“Oh, how interesting,” you said, falsely leafing through the book, desperately trying to get her to stay a few more seconds by your side. “Where is it?”

Marilyn walked over and turned the pages. She was very close to you, you could smell her perfume. You had to fight against yourself not to close your eyes and enjoy that feeling.

“Let's see… Here it is,” she murmured, pointing to one of the pages. You looked up and smiled again, grateful, and captivated with love.

Marilyn returned your smile. Your imagination went too far, it even made you believe that you could see the same brightness in her eyes that yours had.

“There is no rush to return it to me, take your time,” she told you, moving away a bit. You nodded again, under the watchful eye of your gossipy friends.

“Thank you, Miss Thornhill,” you whispered in a small voice, watching how the redhead walked away, but not before turning her head towards you and smiling again, tenderly, even somehow shy. You were so obsessed that you almost had a heart attack when Yoko snapped her fingers in front of you.

“Hey, desert plant, wake up,” she told you, pushing you gently. You glared at her and snorted.

Enid moved a little, when she saw that the redhead had disappeared from her field of vision.

“Girls, come, I have rumors,” she said, gesturing for you to approach her. You both obeyed, even if it seemed a bit absurd. The three of you were at one of the tables in the quad, there was enough distance for no one to hear you. Enid liked the show too much.

“We already know Enid, Bianca and Xavier have broken up,” you said, rolling your eyes. She shook her head, smiling mischievously.

“No, no, it's something else…” She said, whispering. Yoko nudged you.

“Let it go once and for all,” the vampire said.

“Well, it's not official at all, okay?” She started. Yoko and you looked at each other.

“Like all your rumors, Enid,” you said, joking.

“The fact is that they say that Miss Thornhill and Principal Weems… Well, that they are together.”

Your heart stopped. That couldn't be, it just couldn't be. Of all the absurd rumors that Enid spread, this was one of the ones that sounded the most credible to you, to your utter disgrace.

“But what are you saying? That's not true,” Yoko said, laughing. You didn't say anything. You kept your gaze fixed on the ground, thinking about that horrible statement.

“Yes, I'm telling you,” Enid reaffirmed. “They are always together and smile a lot.”

“Are those your proofs?” The vampire questioned.

You kept quiet, fighting for the tears that were forming in your eyes not to come out. You didn't want to believe it, but as much as you searched for images in your head, only the apparent confirmation of that rumor appeared. Enid was right. Marilyn and Larissa spend a lot of time together. You saw it as a simple friendship, a normal working relationship, and you were also aware of the distrust that the other teachers had in the redhead due to her normie status.

From that moment on, nothing you had seen seemed to you a coincidence. An overwhelming anguish began to weigh too heavily on your chest. But you couldn't scream, deny everything. You had to shut up and act as discreetly as possible.

“I think it's true,” the blonde said, looking at you. “(Y/N), what do you think?” She asked you directly.

“I…” You stammered, trying in vain to erase the horrible images that had begun to form in your head. “I, I don’t know.”

“Are you alright?” The vampire asked. You shook your head, getting up from that bench in a hurry and walking to your room.

You cried uncontrollably into the pillow. You had assumed that a relationship would never be possible. But that she might have a lover never crossed your mind, someone who had her heart. Just thinking about it made you feel weak, sad, and powerless. You had no right to get angry, to hit the furniture and tear the curtains. She didn't belong to you, she never did and she never would. You had no choice but to accept the facts, to assume that this rumor might be true, and learn to live with it. Maybe to try to forget about her, to turn the page.

You were only fooling yourself. Forgetting about her was something you were simply incapable of.

You began to wander aimlessly through the halls, like a ghost, a lost soul. That ridiculous rumor made you depressed. You no longer stayed with Marilyn after class, you no longer asked her for books, to help you with your study. You had moved away from her. Not because you didn't love her, in fact, you felt more love than ever, more because of a feeling of irrational resentment that you had when you saw Larissa, when you saw them together.

Your friends also noticed that change. They insisted on asking you what was wrong with you, but after many questions and no answers, they decided to just support you in whatever it was that passed for your feelings.

“I confirm, Natalie is with Bob,” Enid said, while she tirelessly typed on her phone.

“Great, another fact that I didn't need to know,” Yoko said, joking.

Like every Saturday, you were in Jericho, enjoying a delicious smoothie at Weathervane. You continued with a downcast look and with little desire to discover the couples that were forming around you. Many nights you thought about leaving. Leave Nevermore so you can forget about her once and for all. Everything around you was starting to go wrong. Your grades... Your hours of sleep... It was a malevolent spiral that each time dragged you more and more to the dark grounds of depression and hate, yes hate.

The little bell rang, drawing your gaze. You wish there had never been a bell.

Marilyn entered the cafeteria, but she didn't do it alone. She did it with Larissa. Your fists clenched as did your lips. At any moment your teeth would hurt you. You were furious

The two women came up and greeted you politely.

“Hey girls, enjoying a nice fall afternoon?” Larissa said, placing a hand on your shoulder, which you immediately pushed away.

“We're fine, thanks,” you said in a brusque and not very polite way. The woman said nothing, she just raised her eyebrows and went to sit at a table. The redhead stared at you for a moment.

“Are you alright?” She asked with a soft tone, which seemed to you the most false in the world. You looked at her with anger.

“Yes, I'm fine, thanks,” you said, measuring your words a little. Her eyes prevented you from hating her as much as your heart asked.

She looked at you strangely and also left, dedicating another serious, unfriendly look.

“Uh, (Y/N),” Enid said. “What had just happened?”

You crossed your arms, without answering.

The minutes passed in silence. It seemed to you that fate itself was playing some tasteless jokes on you. Marilyn and Larissa were in your line of vision.

You were getting more and more nervous. Enid didn't help you at all.

“What do you say now?” She whispered, pointing to the two women with her head. “Do you still think it's just a rumor?”

“I'm going to order something,” you said, getting up, not wanting to hear that conversation again.

You went to the counter, glancing sideways at the redhead and her companion. You leaned back, feeling the vein in your neck bulge with anger.

A too familiar laugh reached your ears. You turned your head. Marilyn laughed affectionately at a comment the principal said to her.

That was too much for you, too much to bear. You could survive on the possibility that the rumor wasn't true, that it was just a fabrication. But you had just confirmed it, that shy laugh did it. You couldn't take it anymore. Tears ran uncontrollably down your cheeks.

At that moment it was very clear to you. You had to run away Run away and don't look back.

You ran out of the cafeteria, not caring who saw you, what your friends thought. You ran to Nevermore in an inconsolable cry. It was crazy, but you couldn't see any other solution. You had to get out of there, as far away as possible. To another city, another country, another world.

You didn't stop when you got to school. You collided with your colleagues, who told you and asked things that you could not decipher. You had only one objective, to get to your room, pack your bags and run away, regardless of the consequences.

You abruptly opened the door and grabbed the suitcase you had under your bed, without stopping crying, sobbing. You could hardly think straight, throwing whatever you caught into the luggage.

You didn't even hear your door open.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Marilyn asked, looking at you with wide eyes. You turned your head but looked away immediately. She was definitely the last person you wanted to see.

“Go away,” you said dryly. You were acting like she was to blame. It wasn't like that, it was your fault for falling in love with who you shouldn't.

“I've seen you run out of the cafeteria, it seemed to me that you were... Are you crying?” She asked, approaching you and stopping when she realized that you were packing your suitcase. “Are you going somewhere?”

“I told you to go…” You sobbed, while you closed the suitcase. “You don’t care.”

“Of course I care, I'm your teacher,” She told you, smiling ironically. “I can't let you leave school.”

“I'm of legal age, I can do whatever I want,” you said defiantly, looking over the top in case you had left something important. She looked at you horrified. Marilyn surely didn't recognize the adorable girl that she would blush when she smiled at her.

“But what's wrong with you, (Y/N)? You've been avoiding me for days, ignoring me as if I didn't exist and now, suddenly you say you're leaving school. Forgive me, but I would like you to give me an explanation, what's more, I demand you an explanation,” she told you in a dark, authoritative tone.

“Since when do you care about what happens to me?” You asked furiously.

“What?”

“You don't care about anything, you only care because it's your job. I'm leaving because I don't want to see you again, do you understand? I'm leaving because of you!” You cried.

“Because of me? What have I done to you?” She asked offended, in a tone as loud as yours.

You were going to answer, but you regretted it at the last moment. You were already humiliated enough, you didn't need to confess your feelings, it would be ridiculous.

“Nothing, forget it,” you said walking past her, hitting her shoulder on purpose.

A strong grip on your wrist prevented you from continuing to walk.

“Do you think I'm going to let you go just like that?” She told you, pulling you, maybe a little abrupt.

“Let me go!” You yelled. You couldn't do anything. She was holding you very tight. It was going to leave a mark on your skin, sure.

“Not until you tell me why you're leaving,” she growled, forcing you not to escape.

“I'm not going to do it!” You screamed enraged, crying and feeling how you stopped trying to get away.

“You're earning a visit to Principal Weems, young lady,” the redhead said, loosening her grip a bit.

That comment was what you needed to completely lose your mind. In an act too brazen and infamous, you violently pushed the redhead, knowing that you would not be expelled if you escaped from there. Marilyn backed away, shaking her head, clearly surprised.

“Go visit her, you're looking forward to it,” you hissed, picking up your suitcase.

“My dear, you're not well…” She whispered, with a surprised look but with a slightly dark touch.

“You're right, I'm not well, and that's why I'm leaving, so I'll stop bothering you,” you said, heading towards the door.

“Wait!” She snapped. “Don't go, please, let's talk about things, okay?” She asked a little calmer.

Tears fell on the wooden floor as you took the doorknob with your hand. Your attitude, that discussion, didn't make any sense. You had pushed a teacher for having a personal life, for something she was not to blame for.

The redhead changed her expression again and ran towards you, slamming the half-open door shut loudly.

You were going to protest, to scream in rage, to let out all the anger that you still had. You couldn't say a word. Unexpectedly, Marilyn lunged at you, grabbing your jaw between her fingers, squeezing it so hard that you closed your eyes.

“Listen to me, you brat...” She hissed, leaving aside her peaceful and kind appearance. You tried to free yourself from that grip, but it was impossible. “You're not going anywhere. I don't care if you are of legal age...”

As she spoke she took small steps towards where your bed was located, pushing you, without releasing that strong grip. She didn't seem like the same person.

When your legs collided with the bed, she kept pushing, dropping you onto the mattress.

“No one plays with me, (Y/N). Don't think I'm going to let you go,” she said with contempt, climbing on top of you.

You were paralyzed, blocked, you didn't know what was happening. Would you have gone crazy? Surely you had been there for a long time, too long.

“What are you doing?” You asked, leaving the cockiness and anger aside. You were a little scared by that sudden change in attitude, but also strangely pleased.

“I'm the one who asks the questions, (Y/N)…” She whispered to you, putting your hands above your head, immobilizing you. “Why do you want to leave? Why do you want to leave me alone?”

That question surprised you, she left you speechless.

“W…what?” You stammered, earning her grip to tighten even more.

“Answer, (Y/N). I thought we were friends, that we had complicity. I'm so alone here... and you want to leave, leave me and you don't even want to tell me why.”

“I don't understand you…” You whispered, shaking your head, trying not to make her hurt you anymore. “You have… You have Larissa.”

“Larissa? What are you talking about?”

“You are… You are together…. Everyone says so…”

“What a nonsense...” She said, finally letting you go and standing upright on top of you. The heat you felt on your hips caught your attention. You would never have imagined being like this with her, much less in those circumstances. The absurdity of that moment made you even dizzy.

“I thought that…”

“Well, you thought wrong, (Y/N). Don't tell me that's why you wanted to leave…” She said with a tone that even seemed a bit mocking to you.

You had no choice… You had to tell the truth. Well, you nodded with tears in your eyes. She smiled, as if she somehow knew that this was going to be your answer.

“Oh really? How sweet…” She sighed, caressing your cheek. You were embarrassed and humiliated, but you were under her, she was caressing you. You didn't know how to feel. “Don't think that I didn't know you had feelings for me, (Y/N), you don't know how to hide them very well.”

You shifted under her, uncomfortable. You would know you weren't the most discreet girl in the world, but you wouldn't think she would suspect. You didn't say anything, you just looked away from her. Marilyn gently moved your head so that you would look into her eyes again.

She seemed calmer.

“Enough, please,” you sighed, sobbing again. She smiled again, before leaning down and placing her lips on yours.

It was such an unexpected gesture that you even made an attempt to move away from her. You didn't think that was happening. Surely you were dreaming. You would wake up in the sad and dark reality that your life had become. That did not happen. You opened her eyes and her lips were still on yours.

After a while she moved away looking at you with satisfaction.

“Do you still want to leave?” She asked. You, with wide eyes, shook your head. You hadn't stopped to think about that strange tone earlier. It seemed as if the idea of you leaving made her get really mad. She even scared you a little. “Very well, honey, I like it that way, I like you obey me…”

After whispering those words in your ear, the redhead began to move her hips against yours. Your breathing was disordered and nervous, but the sensation that you were beginning to feel began to calm you down, or almost.

“I don't understand anything…” You whispered softly, while the redhead attacked your neck and grabbed your hair.

“Shut up, you'll start to understand it soon,” she told you, putting your hand on her mouth.

Her movements were getting faster and her kisses were getting more and more intense. You decided not to think anymore, you decided to let yourself go, while your shirt climbed up your shoulders before you knew it. A wave of passion invaded you and it was you who launched yourself into her, kissing her intensely, surprising her. You noticed how she smiled against your lips, she seemed pleased, it seemed that it was what she was looking for, but you didn't know for how long.

Desperate gasps began to fill the room. Your roommate could enter at any time, but even that didn't matter to you, you only cared about running your hands over her body, marking every inch of her skin with your kisses. In a second you became rabid, wild. Like unfortunate visions, the images of those false rumors would attack your mind, making you become aggressive. Luckily Marilyn seemed to enjoy your anger, your hatred.

“You really want to make me yours, don't you, (Y/N)?” She hissed, while your mouth had no mercy on her neck, kissing it, biting it as if your life depended on it. That amused her. You wanted to dominate her. Stand your ground and make her see that neither Larissa nor anyone else could touch her, could breathe the same air as her. You were cheating yourself. You were right where she wanted, the way she wanted.

“I… I love you…” You said without thinking, panting, biting and kissing, while a relief in your chest left evidence of the sudden disappearance of your bra.

“My girl... How cute you are... What a good girl... You were so angry because you thought that mommy didn't pay attention to you...” Marilyn whispered in your ear, while her hand played with your breasts, which caused her to moan.

You opened your eyes and analyzed those words. You would never have thought that a woman so cheerful, so kind, and so innocent would be able to talk like that. You didn't care. It was you who was under her, no one else. Not Larissa, you.

“I love you…” You sighed again, while her kisses slowly went down your bare chest. Every word you said, every desperate confession amused her, made her laugh. If you had known before...

“You say you love me, but you wanted to abandon me, to leave me alone,” she said with a tone of false sadness.

It might seem to you that there was some emotional blackmail in her words.

“I didn't know you had feelings for me…” You excused yourself. The tears came back to your eyes. You felt guilty, she made you feel guilty.

“You didn't know…” She repeated, sighing, stopping her movements and looking at your half-naked body.

“I… I'm sorry… I really didn't want to leave. I couldn't stand seeing you with Larissa and…”

You could not continue speaking. A slap crossed your cheek. You screamed from the blow and rubbed the injured area. She looked at you compassionately.

“Don't repeat it again, (Y/N). You're so blind... You can't see beyond your jealousy...” She told you, grabbing your hair and raising your head.

“I'm sorry…” You said again, while your pants slipped off your ankles, under her watchful eye.

“Calm down, (Y/N),” she told you, with a soft, somewhat disturbing tone. “I will teach you to behave properly.”

After those words, her abrupt and violent attitude returned. She grabbed you, flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling down the only piece of clothing you had left. You widened your eyes in surprise, suddenly finding yourself too exposed. That was not your plan. Your plan was to make her yours. You turned your head to see what was happening behind you, but with a sharp slap, Marilyn moved your head back down, pulling your hips up.

You were nervous, noticing how her hands passed through your buttocks, purposely ignoring your crotch.

A loud slap echoed through the room. You screamed and spun around again, earning yourself another even stronger slap.

“Stay still or I won't touch you,” she threatened you.

You nodded, grabbing the sheets from your bed. Finally, as if someone had heard your pleas, her fingers slipped through your wet folds, traversing them with painful slowness.

“Please…” You sighed, wishing the torture would end. You no longer cared about making her yours, you preferred to be hers, you preferred that she dominate you, that she be the one demanding fidelity from you, you realized that you didn't have to worry anymore.

“What an impatient girl…” Marilyn whispered, as she slowly inserted one of her fingers into you. “So wet… My little jealous girl…”

You moaned, closing your eyes at that sensation. You were suffering from the slight contact, but enjoying because it was hers, because she was the woman you were in love with, the one you loved. You were soft, weak, but you didn't care anymore.

“Do you want more, my love?” She asked ironically, scratching your back. You agreed. Obviously that wasn't enough for her. “Say it, (Y/N), beg me, beg mommy.”

“Please… Mommy… I want, I want more…”

After a little chuckle, Marilyn complied, thrusting another finger inside you abruptly, unexpectedly. Your moans increased her intensity, while you felt the hard thrusts of the redhead.

She was not delicate, nor affectionate, she was abrupt, nervous. She didn't want to make love to you, she wanted to make you hers, she wanted you to want to stay by her side and never leave. She was panting as you pressed your face against the pillow. She was very intense, perhaps too much, it was hard for you to suppress the sensations you felt and not scream, not go crazy.

You couldn't take much more. As your body began to move uncontrollably and the spanking on your bottom became faster and more frequent, you squealed with pleasure, tensing all your muscles, releasing all the anger, all the tension and all the absurd jealousy that tormented you.

"Are you calmer?" She asked, gently running her hands over your back.

You were shaking, it was hard for you to breathe, to catch your breath. You turned and nodded, throwing yourself into her arms, holding her lovingly, with all the love your heart had for her.

The redhead pushed you away roughly.

“What are you doing? Do you think we're done?”

You shook your head. Of course you weren't done.

In a quick manner she grabbed your hair, bringing your head under her skirt, between her legs. She didn't even bother to remove her panties. She just brushed them aside so your tongue could taste her bare skin.

It was the same as with you. Rough, full of little emotional blackmail and mean questions. You wanted to be superior, but you couldn't, you had to surrender to the power and control that her body had, that her kisses, that her hands had on you.

When she broke free, she let go of you, letting you fall back.

“Do you still want to leave, my love?” She asked with a dark look. You shook your head, looking for your clothes. You were in your room, a room that you shared with your friend. She would arrive any minute, you had to get dressed.

“(Y/N),” Marilyn told you, getting your attention. “Don't ever try to leave again.”

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