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celiastjamesoscar · 2 years ago

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Luminous Waters

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader

Summary: You drag your girlfriend Wednesday to a beautiful pond that you discovered and enjoy the stars together.

Warnings: slight grave digging, Wednesday attempts to drown R

Word Count: 3.1K

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A/N: I rushed this and I hate how it turned out; I just wanted to post something for Wednesday before I posted my big one for her 💀

The wooded floors of Ophelia Hall creaked as you tipped-toed your way down it. It was almost midnight and several hours past curfew, but now was the perfect time to show Wednesday your discovery.

You had been galavanting around the grounds of Nevermore when you discovered a beautiful pond hidden away from the rest of the world. It was as if it was your own personal portal into another world that reminded you of fairy tales and happy-ever-afters.

You slowly approached Wednesday’s door and used the spare key she had given you to unlock it. You quietly shut the door and moved toward Wednesday’s bed. You approached her sleeping figure and whispered, “Wednesday, wake up.” The girl’s eyes snapped open as she leaned in bed and looked around before her eyes landed on yours. Despite her expressionless face, her eyes had a hint of bewilderment as she shook the sleep from her body.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” She asked with worry laced in her voice as she moved from her bed and gently placed her hands on your forearms.

You smiled at the contact before whispering, “Come on, follow me.” The girl gave you a death glare but got dressed and ready anyways.

“Where are we going?” She questioned as she followed you out of the school and into the woods. Usually, she would not hesitate or ask questions about a midnight adventure, but this was you. You were known for your sporadic activities that usually landed you in weekend detention, which is how you met Wednesday, your girlfriend of four months.

You were in chemistry class and messing around in the lap when you accidentally made a bomb and earned yourself detention. As a punishment, you had to help clean out the greenhouse that belonged to former teacher Marilyn Thornhill when you met Wednesday. She was closed off at first, but when you told her what you got a detention for, she soon revealed that she received one for trying to burn down the sheriff's station.

The two of you bonded over your shared love for the darker arts and soon found yourselves thrown together for detentions, and after a while, the two of you began studying together. You were in desperate need of math help, and to your surprise, Wednesday offered to help you, and she was actually a good teacher. Even though she sometimes threatened to murder you in your sleep, you enjoyed spending time with her.

After a few weeks of studying had passed, you two eventually started hanging out on a more personal level together. Ranging from movie nights together to digging graves; your ‘hangouts’ with Wednesday were everything but boring.

“Word harder,” Wednesday commanded you. The two of you were three feet deep in the grave of a former aristocrat. You both had shovels in your hands, sweat glistened on your faces, and hair stuck to your faces as you two continued your digging. “I’m trying!” You whined as you wiped sweat from your forehead with your forearm. Wednesday had been remarkably eager to get this grave dug up, and it was slightly driving you mad.

This was one of your more formal hangouts with Wednesday, and she wanted to impress you. You usually dug up the graves of farmers or people who might help the goth girl with her cases or novel. You two seldom dug up the graves of rich people, so this was a ‘proper date’ in Wednesday’s eyes.

She didn’t know when she had acquired feelings for you; maybe it was your soft, gentle nature that contradicted everything about her, the way you shared her love for darkness, or the way you never treated her any differently. The only thing she knew was she cared for you far too profoundly than she did other people, and she couldn’t fight her urges to kiss you.

So when your shovel hit against the coffin, you were getting ready to cry out with joy when Wednesday dropped her shovel, grabbed your jaw, and pulled you down into her. “Wednes-” was all you could get out before you felt the goth girl’s soft lips against your own.

It was gentle and slow, exactly how you had imagined kissing Wednesday. Your lips moved together in a slow dance as your hearts beat with anticipation and eagerness, and just as you deepened the kiss, a booming voice called out, “Hey! What are you doing over there?”

You and Wednesday pulled apart and saw the graveyard attendee shining his flashlight on you. You quickly stood out of the grave and helped Wednesday out before running through the cemetery hand in hand as the guard chased you. After leading him on a foot chase, you two left the cemetery and returned to Nevermore.

Stopped just outside the gates of Nevermore, you breathlessly looked over at Wednesday, who seemed to be having an internal battle with herself. She was never one to be short of words; she was a writer, of course, but now, as she stared up at your love-filled eyes, her brain refused to work. So she swallowed her pride and said the first thing that came to her mind: “Die.”

You were completely shocked at her word and were utterly confused; she had kissed you mere moments ago, and now she was telling you to die. “You just had your tongue down my throat, and now you’re telling me to die?” You asked, exaggerating the kiss a little bit.

Wednesday huffed at your words but moved closer and pulled you into a searing kiss once more. Your lips moved together as you kissed the smaller girl back with force, and you moved your hands to wrap around her waist, pulling her against you.

When oxygen became a problem, you pulled back and rested your foreheads together. “Do you still want me to die?” You questioned with a sly smile on your lips. Wednesday kissed the words before grabbing your hand and leading you through the gates, “At this current moment, yes. You make me feel like I am in heaven and hell all at once; I want to shower you with meaningless affections, and at the same time, I want to strangle you,” the goth girl finished speaking as she led you through the halls of Nevermore and up to Ophelia Hall.

She stopped outside her door and studied your face; you had a smile on your lips, and your eyes had a hopeful glint that refused to leave her own. “Meet me at midnight tomorrow at the same grave,” Wednesday spoke quietly before she entered her room and shut the door.

When you returned to the grave the following night, Wednesday had set up a beautiful picnic, and you had to fight back a laugh at the sight: a red checkered cloth on the ground next to a desecrated grave and a straw picnic basket with black dahlias on a vase.

The two of you enjoyed a quiet meal together and occasionally talked about your plans for the next few days. When the meal was finished, you laid back on the blanket and stared up at the stars. There wasn’t a cloud in sight as the stars and moon shined brightly in the open sky. You were so busy in your thoughts that you overlooked Wednesday, who was shifting her weight and lying down next to you. Slowly, she inched her fingers toward your own, and laced your fingers together. You looked over your shoulder and sent the more petite girl a smile that was only reserved for her before letting go of her hand and gently laying your head on her stomach.

The feeling startled Wednesday; she never had someone this close to her, but she welcomed the new feeling. Slowly, she lifted her right hand and gently ran her fingers through your hair and slightly smiled when she heard you sigh in relief. The two of you enjoyed the silence as you stared up at the stars together, not wanting to break the peaceful quiet that had fallen over the cemetery.

“Would you allow me to court you?” Wednesday asked suddenly with a hushed tone as if she spoke any louder, you would disappear into thin air. You moved from Wednesday’s stomach and propped yourself up on your elbow as you lay beside the smaller girl who refused to meet your gaze. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” You asked as you poked Wednesday in the stomach with your free hand.

She scoffed at your words and jabbed you much harder in the stomach before moving her head to look at you. “I am not asking you to be my girlfriend; a question like that is only for small-minded children who don’t understand the concept of romantics and people who have no serious intentions of a relationship. I am asking you if you will allow me to court you,” she stated as her eyes glanced at your lips before returning to your eyes.

“Okay, then. I will allow you to court me,” you said with hearty eyes as you leaned down to place a chaste kiss on Wednesday’s forehead. The smaller girl’s cheeks heated up at the action, and shook off the spiders crawling in her stomach. “Good,” She said as she grabbed your neck and pulled you down to kiss her.

And now, four months later, you pulled Wednesday into a vast forest that surrounded the grounds of Nevermore into the heart of the tranquil forest. It was embraced by the soft embrace of moonlight filtering through the canopy of trees. The leaves rustled gently in the nocturnal breeze, creating a symphony of whispers that echoed through the woods as you dragged Wednesday through the woods.

“Come on, Wednesday, it will be fun,” you begged as you pulled gently on her hand. As the moonlight bathed the foliage, the shadows danced upon the forest floor, alternating between patches of light and darkness. The silver glow cast an ethereal atmosphere, accentuating the natural beauty of the woodland, and Wednesday had to give it to you; this place was breathtaking.

‘It’s like Narnia, but for vampires, it’s breathtaking,’ was your description of the place, and, naturally, Wednesday was suspicious. But now, Wednesday wished she had listened to you sooner, even though she would never admit that.

The air was filled with the fragrance of damp earth and pine, carried by the cool night breeze. The nocturnal creatures stirred in the underbrush, their movements barely audible, adding an aura of mystery to the woodland that only intrigued Wednesday more.

“Here we are,” you said as you led Wednesday to the end of the path with a small, moonlit pond. A large tree was close on the water's edge with an old swing hanging above the glassy-smooth water, as they heard bats fluttering around them. The moonlight reflected off the water and painted the trees a light blue as the moon peeked through the treetops.

Wednesday watched as you removed your shoes and socks and dipped your toes in the water. “Come on, Wens,” you said before you dived into the water, completely clothed. She waited until you resurfaced before scolding, “What is wrong with you? You’re going to catch a cold.”

You scoffed at Wednesday’s words as you swam close to her and slashed her with water, causing her to pick up your shoe and throw it at you. “Hey! Watch it, you little ankle biter,” you exclaimed as you picked your shoe up from the water and slung it back onto the shore, water being flung from it as well.

“Stop calling me false names, Y/N,” Wednesday said as she took off her shoes and socks and sat on the swing, dipping her toes in the chilly water. “And how are you swimming in this water?”

“I’ll stop calling you ‘false names’ when they stop being true,” you reasoned as you swam over to Wednesday and stared at her with hearty eyes. “I thought you liked cold and creepy things, so why aren’t you getting in?”

At your comment, Wednesday kicked her foot and splashed water onto you, and some of it got in your eyes. You let out an exaggerated scream as your hands went to your eyes and began frantically rubbing them. “My eyes! I’m blind!” You screamed out as you swam a couple of feet away from Wednesday.

“Stop being a baby. You deserved it,” Wednesday stated as she continued kicking water at you. You groaned at your girlfriend’s words before shutting your eyes and swimming closer to the girl before grabbing her ankle and pulling her into the water. The more petite girl didn’t even have time to protest before her mouth filled with water, and her screams fell silent in the water as you laughed at her.

She spits out the water that had seeped into her mouth before playfully slapping your arm, “You are insufferable.” You laughed at her words as you swam close and wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her into you. “Yeah, but you love it,” you replied as you placed a chaste kiss on your girlfriend’s forehead, and she hummed in response.

“That I do, cara mia,” Wednesday whispered as she kissed your lips. You smiled into the kiss, and before you could deepen it, Wednesday pushed your head under the water and held it there. You tried to fight against your girlfriend’s grip, but she was surprisingly strong for her size. You knew that she also had a morbid sense of humor and enjoyed the suffering of others; you didn’t think she would inflict it on you.

Before oxygen became a problem for you, Wednesday pulled you back above the surface and smiled as she watched you suck in breaths. “I hope you have learned your lesson, Y/N,” she said as she slowly drifted away from you and floated on her back.

You scoffed at her words before floating on your back as well. “And what lesson is that supposed to be, Wednesday? To never pull you into water or give you kisses?” You asked as you grabbed Wednesday’s hand and laced your fingers together.

“To think that I would care for such a mundane thing as kisses is absurd; I was referring to your idiotic move of pulling me into the water,” your girlfriend said as she pulled you closer to her; now your shoulders were touching as you two stares up at the starry night.

“Well, if they are so mundane, you better not sneak into my room anymore for late-night make-out sessions while Yoko is out,” you retorted as you looked over at Wednesday, who had a slight frown pulling at her lips of not receiving your kisses anymore.

The past month Wednesday would sneak into your room for help on her ‘kissing techniques,’ and you loved every second of it. You knew that Wednesday just needed an excuse to taste your lips, but you didn’t dare to call her out on it. For Wednesday, once she kissed your lips, she knew she was doomed. The feeling of your soft lips against her own was her lifeline now, and she would surely perish if she went longer than a day without feeling them against hers.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Wednesday dryly stated. You had to bite back a laugh as your girlfriend’s frown grew larger. “You’re right,” you said as you pulled your conjoined hands to your lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of Wednesday’s hand. The two of you returned to staring at the stars, basking in the silence and love you felt for each other.

After fifteen minutes had passed, you softly said, “I love looking at the stars.” Wednesday hummed at your words; she already knew of your love for them but didn’t quite understand why. “What do you mean?” She asked quietly.

“Looking up at the stars makes me feel small. But in a good way,” you said with a small smile.

“I cannot comprehend that feeling small would make you feel good,” Wednesday commented as she watched you let out a small laugh.

“You’re overthinking it, Wens. Whenever something bothers me, or I get stressed out, I pull back to get some perspective on the world. It all seems kinda silly and pointless when you think about your problems in terms of the cosmos and all the galaxies surrounding us, you know?” You admitted with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

Wednesday took in your words for a few moments before speaking, “I suppose that does make sense.” She knew you loved philosophy and the grand scheme of things, and it’s one of the many things she adored about you. “I admire your love for critical thinking, Y/N. Even though it seems you hardly think at all sometimes,” she joked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at her comment.

“I don’t use my brain all the time because the great powers I have stored away could kill someone,” you said as you gently floated away from Wednesday but pulled on her hand and came crashing into her side. She scoffed at the action but pulled you closer to her; you two enjoyed the silence and the midnight sky as you floated in the cold water.

After enough time in the water, your teeth began chatting, but you didn’t want to ruin this moment. “Let us return to Nevermore before you become completely useless,” Wednesday stated as she let go of your head and swam to the shore. You whined when you lost her hand but grudgingly approached the goth girl.

A few minutes into the walk, you began to shiver, while Wednesday couldn’t be bothered by the cold clothes that clung to her skin. “I told you not to swim in your clothes,” Wednesday warned.

You huffed at her words and wrapped your arms around yourself, desperate for body heat. “Technically, you never told me not to swim in my clothes. You just told me I would catch a cold.”

“And I hope you do,” Wednesday dryly replied. She told you that you would catch a cold, so she smiled to herself when she heard your teeth start to clatter again.

When you two returned to Ophelia Hall, you were nearly frozen to death, while Wednesday couldn’t have been bothered. It drove you mad how the girl seemed indifferent about her soaking wet clothes, but you appreciated how she walked you to your dorm room. “Thank you for coming with me tonight, Wednesday. I had fun with you,” you said through shivering teeth as you rubbed your hands on your arms.

“I also had a pleasant time with you, mon cher,” Wednesday said as she placed a gentle kiss on your lips one last time before going back to her room. She smiled when she heard you cough and sniffle; she knew she would have to take care of you and your illness tomorrow, and she couldn’t wait to rub it in your face.

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morgana-larkin · 10 months ago

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a cute prompt [i hope] reader's been teaching at abbott for over a year now, usually commute or in rare occasions, drive in her car, but now, goes to the school riding bicycle saying it reduces carbon footprint, saves her from expenses and as an exercise. But she just really love bikes, Jacob joined with this, next day he arrived at school riding a bike, then Janine and Gregory. Barb, tho was always dropped off by Ger with their car, rode it the bike during break for fun. Abbott staff decided to have a biking get together next weekend, Melissa initially declined but later on agreed because of Jacob's teasing that she's a schemmenti and doesn't know how to ride a bike [unfortunately, it's true] also, she secretly enjoy seeing you biking. They meet up in the park, with their bikes and decided it's time to go around the area. Melissa, embarrassed, said maybe she wouldn't go that far and maybe wait for them. So the crew didn't argue and left, r stayed. When the staff is out of the earshot and sight of the she beamed and said she'll teach Mel how to ride a bike. Melissa, being flustered and a stuttering mess still acted offensive about the *assumption* of her not knowing how to ride. R gave her a look and agreed to teach her. This is long, but I don't know. I feel like I'm always rambling lololol

Anon, ramble all you want. I don’t mind detailed prompts. And honestly when my ADHD meds wear off, I’m like Spotify, where I do the whole playlist and then recommended. Like I literally don’t shut up lol. Tbh they wore off 3 hours ago lol. So I went a little off just a bit, I didn’t make Melissa flustered until she was being taught instead of flustered before. And it was cute, it really was! Anyway, a little smut at the end but it’s really cute and funny. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m accepting Melissa Schemmenti, Chessy and Marilyn Thornhill prompts. So send them! I do currently have 9 that I still need to do but I’ll get to all of them!

Side note: for the gif I was literally watching her eat a tomato for 5 minutes…ok I’ll shut up now.

Teaching You

Warnings: 😏, fluff, sweet praise(non sexual praise), small injury part for Mel

Words: 4.3k

It’s spring time and the weather is finally warm enough for you to bike to work again. You get your helmet on, sling your backpack on and put your coffee mug in the water bottle holder. You unlock your bike from the lock wrapped around your bike and the bike rack in your apartment building and bring your bike outside. You kick up the kickstand and get on your bike, you check your helmet one more time and the little bell on your bike, then you take off.

You have a smile on your face as you’re happily biking to work on the busy Philly streets. You’ve always loved biking, your family are all big on biking and so are you, just something about it that you enjoy. You stop at a red light about a block away from the school and Melissa ends up pulling up to the light as well. You both end up seeing each other and you wave at her with a big smile then the light turns green. Melissa drives off with a smile and a shake of her head.

Once you pull up, you see Melissa parked and leaning on the brick wall of the school next to the bike rack. You pull up near the rack on your bike and get off and lock your bike.

“Hey hon.” She tells you with a smile and you look up at her after locking your bike.

“Hey Mel.” You tell her and then the trio is walking up to the school.

“Y/n did you ride a bike to school?” Jacob asks and you nod. You don’t really want to tell them how much you enjoy riding a bike, afraid they’ll make fun of you. This is your second year at Abbott but no one has seen you ride a bike before.

“Ya I did, it’s great exercise and helps saves the planet a bit.” You tell them and they all smile.

“Great idea.” Jacob tells you and you all walk in together. You and Melissa walk together with the trio trailing along behind you two.

Melissa tells you a joke and you laugh and playfully shove her gently with your shoulder and she does it back to you. The trio behind you smiling at the scene in front of them. You all enter the break and see Barb there on her phone, with Mr Johnson mopping the floor across the room.

“You guys all got here at the same time?” Barb asks all of you.

“More or less.” Melissa says.

“Y/n rode here on a bike this morning.” Janine says and Barb looks at you and smiles.

“Did you, dear?” She says and you nod. “How lovely.” She tells you and you smile.

After school you lock up your classroom, holding your helmet and start to walk out. Melissa ends up locking her classroom when you walk by and she joins you.

“Hey hon.” She tells you as she’s putting her phone in her purse and walking beside you.

“Hey Mel.” You tell her casually.

“So any plans for the weekend?” She asks you and mentally facepalms. It’s Monday, the weekend just happened.

“I don’t know, maybe some plans will come up but at the moment I’m free. You?” You ask her and she’s thankful you didn’t question why she asked you about weekend plans on a Monday.

“Nah, nothing yet.” She says to you and you end up at the bike rack. You put your helmet on and unlock your bike and put the lock in your bag.

“I can’t believe we didn’t know you rode a bike to school and it’s been over a year and a half.” She tells you and you look up at her and smile.

“Well I don’t do it in the winter, you guys just never saw me bike and I don’t really talk about it since it’s normal for me.” You tell her and kick up the kickstand and get on.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asks you and you nod.

“Yep, see ya tomorrow.” You tell her and you pedal off. Melissa watches you bike off and she smiles, she already thinks you’re cute, but seeing you happy on a bike warms her heart. She walks to her car with a smile.

The next day it seemed that Jacob decided to also ride a bike to school and you smile as you see him pull up to the rack as you’re locking yours.

“Hey hon, and Jacob.” Melissa says, confused when seeing Jacob as well.

“Hey Mel.” You tell her. “It seems Jacob also decided to bike to school.” You tell her excitedly.

“Well like you said, good exercise and good for the environment.” Jacob says with a shrug.

You all walk in the school, you and Melissa chatting and joking around. When you walk in the break room, Jacob joins Janine and Gregory and Melissa joins Barb. You on the other hand just drop your lunch off and get a coffee then you start to walk off when Melissa stops you.

“Hey hon, why don’t you ever stay?” She asks you and you look at her and realise that they’re all looking at you.

“Oh um, well I guess because you already have your groups of people to hang out with and I don’t want to intrude on that.” You tell her and they all look at you sadly. “It’s alright, I’ll find my own group of people.” You tell them and then walk out before anyone can say anything. Unknown to you, Melissa looks at where you were standing with a shocked and a bit upset face.

You don’t run into anyone after school as one of the parents was late to pick up their kid, apologies flowing out of their mouth and you wave them off saying it’s alright.

The next day it seemed you started a trend as Janine and Gregory also decided to bike to work.

“It’s so much fun to bike!” Janine says excitedly after getting off her bike. You all lock up your bikes and head into the school. You arrive at the break room and you go to put your lunch in the fridge and make your coffee. You go to walk out but Melissa stops you again.

“Hey hon, come sit down here.” She tells you and points to the empty chair at their table. You look at her a bit shocked. Your crush just invited you to sit with her and you blush. You then mentally facepalm as you realise you sound like a high school girl with a crush. You do end up sitting down with her and Barb and you have a nice morning.

At lunch, Barb asks if she can try out one of the bikes for fun. To which you accept and she has a lot of fun biking around the parking lot. All of you are sitting outside having lunch watching Barb bike around.

“Maybe we should get together this weekend and do a little bike ride together.” Janine suggests and you look surprised.

“Really?” You ask her and she nods.

“I’m down.” Jacob says immediately.

“Ya me too.” Gregory says.

“Ya I would love too.” You tell them.

“I wouldn’t mind joining as well.” Barb says and then you all turn to Melissa who’s sitting beside you.

“What?” She asks.

“Do you want to join us on a bike ride together this weekend?” Janine says to her.

“Nah I’m good.” She tells you all.

“Why not?” Jacob asks and she shrugs.

“Cause I don’t wanna.” She tells him.

“Is it because you’re such a tough Schemmenti and you don’t know how?” Jacob says a bit to tease her playfully and doesn’t know that he’s actually right.

“I know how to ride a bike!” She tells him defensively.

“Ok then prove it. Join us this weekend.” He challenges her.

“Fine, what’s the time and place?” She asks and you all settle on Saturday at noon at the park since there’s a lot of bike paths there. You give her a bit of a weird look as she was pretty defensive but you don’t ask her about it.

Melissa keeps watching you bike away after school with a smile on her face.

Saturday at noon, you all show up with your bikes at the park. Melissa is the last to show up.

“Hey hon.” She tells you once she sees you and you turn around to face her with a smile.

“Hey Mel!” You tell her and beam.

“Alright so we should decide on a path and the distance.” Barb says and you all nod and settle on one after a few minutes.

Mel looks a bit worried when you turn to look at her. “You ok?” You ask her and she looks at you, everyone looks over at Melissa as well.

“Ya I’m fine, just I probably shouldn’t go that far. Don’t want to sprain something and then can’t walk for a few days.” She tells them all. “I think I’ll sit this one out.” She tells them and when they go to question her, she gives a glare and they all shut up.

They decide to just bike off without Melissa, except you. You hang back and Melissa looks at you with a quirked eyebrow. You look and see that everyone is just about out of sight and you look back towards Melissa.

“Shouldn’t you be biking alongside them?” She asks while still holding on to the bike.

“Maybe, but I’d rather stay here and help you learn how to ride it.” You tell her with a friendly smile. She looks at you confused.

“I already told all of youse that I know how to ride a bike, I just don’t wanna.” She says defensively again.

“Ok then prove it, use the kickstand.” You tell her and she looks at you confused.

“Kickstand?” She asks and you look at her with a knowing glance and you nod. Melissa looks at her bike, searching for what you could possibly mean.

“Mel…” you tell her and she looks at you as you get off your bike and you kick out the kickstand and let go of your bike. Melissa sees what you do and does the same thing then looks at you with a proud smile. It falls when she sees your face, you’re looking at her a bit sad.

“Did no one teach you how to ride a bike?” You ask her and she looks down at the ground, embarrassed.

“No, they didn’t.” She admits and you walk over to her.

“It’s ok to admit you know, I’m not going to judge you.” You tell her and she looks up at you. “If you want to learn then I can teach you.” You offer again and this time she smiles and accepts. You lock your bike up nearby and then you go back to Melissa. You show her how to sit on it properly and show her how to be when not in motion. Then you tell her how to ride. “It’s mostly about balance, like skating or balancing on one leg.” You tell her. “There’s a reason that the expression ‘just like riding a bike’ is so commonly used for stuff that you know how to do but it’s been awhile. It’s pretty straightforward.” You tell her and then you get off and tell her to try it.

You held on the bike with part of a handle and the seat the whole time so it wouldn’t fall over. Melissa got on just like you showed her and had one foot on the ground while still on the bike when she won’t be in motion just like you showed her and she looked at you for praise with a smile. You gave her a proud smile and a thumbs up and she beamed.

“Now here comes the tricky part, balancing yourself while pedalling. Now I’ll hold on the bike like I’ve been doing and you’re going to pedal ok?” You tell her and she nods. She then blushes when she realises that your hand keeps accidentally touching her butt and missed when you told her to pedal.

“Sorry what?” She asked when she sees you looking at her weirdly.

“I said you can start pedalling.” You tell her and she looks embarrassed then goes to try and start pedalling. She pedals slowly and crookedly and you manage to keep up with her to keep the bike up. “You’re doing it Mel, you’re biking!” You tell her and she has a huge smile. “Do you want me to let go and try and bike by yourself?” You ask and she widens her eyes.

“Uh no, I’m still trying to focus on pedalling and not balance.” She tells you and you smile.

“It’s alright, it’s at your pace.” You tell her without judgement.

You guys take a short break, mostly so you don’t tire yourself out.

“You’re learning it Mel, I bet by the end of today, you’ll be biking circles around all of us.” You tell her and she blushes and looks at the ground with a smile.

Turns out the first time you let go, she noticed how your hand touched hers on the handle and your other hand touched her butt and she lost focus and fell.

You ran to her and luckily she fell on grass. “You ok Mel?” You asked her and she looked embarrassed and had a pout. “Hey it’s ok. Most people fall the first person they try to pedal on their own.” You tell her. “I did.” You say and she looks at you.

“You did?”

“Ya, and I mastered pedalling by then. They took the training wheels off, I go to pedal, and fell right over.” You say with a laugh and she giggles. You then help her up and she blushes at the fact that you’re touching her. You on the other hand think her pink cheeks are embarrassment from falling. “Want to try again?” You ask her and she thinks, your hands still on her.

“I um, I don’t know.” She says, she can’t think properly with your hands on her.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to continue but I don’t want you to get discouraged because you fell on your first attempt.” You tell her genuinely. She decides to give it another try, and on the fifth attempt she was doing it. You were so proud of her. You ran after her and yelling “MELISSA LOOK YOU’RE DOING IT! OMG I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” You yell as she’s going faster than you’re running. Melissa got flustered that you said you were proud of her and lost focus and fell.

You caught up to her and she fell on the pavement this time and scraped her hands. You kneeled down as soon as you caught up to her and took her hands in yours to inspect them.

“Oh they don’t look too too bad. But I think you should clean it to avoid infections.” You told her and she was looking at you with flushed cheeks. “What?” You asked her and you gently dropped her hands.

“N-nothing.” She said.

“Um ok.” You say confused. “But Melissa you did it! You rode a bike!” You excitedly told her and hugged her and Melissa froze. You pulled away and saw she looked tense. “Oh sorry, I should have asked to hug you. I’m just very proud of you.” You tell her.

“It’s alright, the hug was actually nice. I’m just not used to physical touch.” She says and looks down.

“I’m sorry.” You tell her and she looks up and gives a smile and whispers to you.

“I rode a bike.” She whispers excitedly and you smile.

“Ya you did. How about we go to my place and I can take a look at your hands and clean them. Unless you want to go back to your place and do it.” You said.

“Um, we could, um go back to yours.” She says, stuttering a bit and you nod.

You manage to get both your bikes in her car, somehow. You biked to the park since it’s only 15 minutes of bike riding away from your house. And you get back to your place and bring Melissa to your apartment. You get her to sit on the couch while you get cloths, a bowl of warm water, disinfectant and some bandaids. You bring them all to your coffee table and get her to hold your hands out. Looks like they were bleeding a bit.

You take one of the cloths and dip it in the water and then you wipe the scrapes on her hands. Once the bleeding stopped and the scrapes looked clean, you grabbed the disinfectant. “This might sting a bit.” You tell her and she nods. You put some on a clothe and wiped her hands. She did flinch a bit but other than that she seemed to be alright. You put a couple bandaids on her scrapes, where it was bleeding, and it looked alright. “Alright did you get hurt anywhere else and Melissa looked at you.

“Um nope.” She told you she avoided eye contact.

“Melissa…” You said and gave her a pointed look.

“I’m fine.” She said. You sat up a bit and adjusted your position on the couch so you’re on one knee.

“Melissa, where else does it hurt?” You asked and she crossed her arms and pouted. “Ok, if you’re gonna act like a child then I’ll treat you like one.” You told her and she looked at you and gasped in disbelief. “Either show me where it hurts or I’ll treat you like a child.”

“It’s one of my knees but I can’t roll up my pants to show you.” She tells you and you look at her with a “oh”.

“Well here.” You say and take the blanket on the end of the couch and cover her top part of the legs. You can take your pants off and still keep your modesty.” You tell her and she chuckles, she still takes her pants off and you see blood dripping down her right leg. “We should have made you wear elbow and knee pads.” You tell her and you get on your knees on the floor and get to cleaning her knee. Melissa sees you get on your knees in front of her and some fantasies make their way to her mind and she blushes. You look up and see her flushed face. “You ok?” You ask and she nods.

“Yep.” She says, voice a bit high pitched but you ignore it. You finish up with a bandaid on her knee. Just when she thinks it’s over, it isn’t.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You exclaim and hold your hair where it is, then bend down and give her a kiss on the knee next to where the bandaid is. She felt your lips on her knee and she blushed even more. “A kiss to make it better! Want me to do the same with your hands?” You asked her and she held out her hands. You kissed both of them better and her cheeks have turned from a pink to a red. You look up at her again and see her red cheeks. “Are you sure you’re ok? Are you running a fever?” You ask and feel her forehead with your palm. Oh if only you knew what you do to her. “You feel fine. I hope you’re not embarrassed, cause you don’t have to be.” You tell her and rest your forearms on her legs.

“Ya I’m…fine.” She said and give her a questioning look. “What?” She asked.

“Melissa? Are you hiding something from me?” You ask her and she avoids eye contact. “What are you hiding from me?” You ask her and you get up and bend over to rest your hands on her legs. And Melissa has a perfect view of down your shirt. She really has to focus on where her eyes look right now.” You notice how she stared at you, well more specifically down your shirt and her cheeks got even redder and avoided eye contact even more. You see how she keeps glancing at your hands near her thighs and she doesn’t know what to do. You decide to test a theory and move your hands subtly up her legs, near to that spot in between her legs and her breath hitches and her face feels like it could be on fire. You lean into her more and look at her eyes. “Melissa, something you’re not telling me?” You ask her with a slightly lower pitch voice and she’s breathing deeply right now. Just when you’re about to pull away, she grabs the back of your head and pulls you forward and gives you a kiss.

You’re stunned for a second but then kiss her back and Melissa is stunned. You’re kissing her back? She pulls back and looks at you and you’re smiling at her with soft heart eyes. “Do you like me back?” She asks you and you nod.

“Wait, does that mean you like me?” You ask her and she nods. And before you know it, both of you are surging forward and kissing each other. You end up straddling her lap and she deepens the kiss by slipping her tongue in when you grant access. Her hands roam all over from your chest to your knees. She feels so much of you and yet can’t feel enough of you. She tests the waters and puts her hands under your shirt and feels the skin on the side of your stomach and you don’t stop her. She roams her hands up and you two take a second to breathe before making out again. She continues to move her hands up and feels you smile. So you realise she’s moving her hands up and you’re happy about it. Does that mean she has your approval to unclip your bra? Just as she finishes that thought you unclip your own bra and she smiles. Just as she was about to go and touch your breasts, her phone rings loudly and it startles both of you.

“Hello?” Melissa answers and forgot to see who it was. She’s breathing a bit fast and you can see she’s trying to control it. So of course you decide to be a little shit and dive to her neck. “Oh Barb hi-i” she squeaks the last part out a bit as you decide to suck on her neck.

“Are you ok?” Barb says on the other line.

“Ya I’m fine, why?” Melissa says and tries to get you to stop but ends up holding your hair and letting you continue as it feels good.

“You sound breathless and like something surprised you.” Barb says gently and Melissa can’t think for a second as you removed your shirt and bra at the same time and she just stares. All she can think about is wanting to suck them. You begin grinding her leg and you nod your head to the phone and she suddenly remembered Barb asked her a question.

“Ya I’m fine just ya catching my breath, I ended up biking with y- y/n to her place since it’s like 20 minutes… instead of the-the 2 hour one you wanted to do. We just got back and I’m… catching mmmy breathe.” She stutters throughout the entire sentence as she just feels and sees you grinding her leg and you ended up leaning towards her so your breasts are almost in her face. You were torturing her and she knew it.

“You need to catch your breath after a 20 minute bike ride?” Barb asks and Melissa is really cursing in her head.

You decide to end her torture and grab the phone from her. “Hey Barb it’s y/n.” You say and Melissa decides to grab your breasts with her mouth and you pull the phone away from your mouth enough so that Barb doesn’t hear it.

“Oh hi y/n, is Melissa ok?” Barb asks.

“Mmhhmm.” You say since Melissa is teasing you now. “She’s alright, just she did 20 minutes to my place then 20 minutes back to her ca! Car.” You say as Melissa decides to rub your clit through your underwear and pants. “Ya so she’s fine.” You blurt out and hand the phone back to Melissa.

“Hey Barb, I caught my breath.” And Melissa is still rubbing your clit so you can’t tease her right now. You don’t pay attention to what Barb says and then hear Melissa talk again. “Ok, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Melissa says then hangs up. “You.

Little. Minx.” She says to you and you smile. She rolls her eyes at you then pulls her hand away from your clit and you whine. She sits up with you still on her, your legs wrapped around her waist and her hand grabbing your ass. She brings you to your bed with you sucking her neck and then drops you on the bed.

“Ah.” You say as she actually dropped you on purpose. She crawls on top of you and leans in to your ear.

“You were a great teacher with me for biking. Now let me show you how I pleasure a woman.” She tells you and you shiver and rub your thighs together. She notices how you react and she smirks, she pulls back and looks at you. “And when I teach, I like for the person to tell me how well I’m doing.” She tells you and then takes her shirt and bra off and then makes you breathless all night.

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 years 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...”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #smut

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m1lflov3rrr · 1 year ago

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Fetish - Marilyn Thornhill

1 - a new beginning

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: Soooo excited to be finally able to post this!!!!!!! Aahhhhhh!!!

You were on the verge of a panic attack. Your bus had taken you to Jericho, and you had just missed the other bus that was supposed to take you to Nevermore.

You were new to the town. Your home was several states away, but your parents had decided it would be the best for you to attend the boarding school they'd read about. Nevermore Academy, a school for outcasts. You thought it was an absurd idea to send you there, as you were, in fact, not an outcast.

There were outcasts in your family. Mostly psychics. Your mother, your father, your grandparents... But not you. The gene had skipped you. Even though no one ever said anything mean about it, especially your parents, you knew everyone was disappointed. How they all had expected you to turn out a skilled psychic - nothing.

You sometimes even thought that you and your incompetence were the reason your parents had divorced all those years ago. Of course they'd assure you it was not, but you couldn't stop overthinking it. Just like you couldn't stop overthinking everything. You were like that - overanalyzing everything and never feeling like you were enough.

Just like now you were overthinking how you'd never get into that academy, how you'd fail again and end up dead in a ditch-

Stop it, Y/N. You're doing it again, you repeated over and over in your head.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself down. You had to think rationally. You were in a foreign small town all alone with no sense of direction.

You should ask someone for help. Small town people were usually nice.

You spotted a cozy-looking cafe across the street, nodded to yourself and walked towards it with your bags and your suitcase. After stumbling your way inside with basically your whole life packed into those bags, you took a sigh and had a look around. It was a small and neat place, maybe you'd go there again on a less hectic day. It wasn't crowded at all, with only a few booths by the window occupied.

You decided not to bother the customers, and instead made your way to the front desk, there was a young boy working and surely he'd help.

He raised his gaze up to you and smiled awkwardly, "Good evening, miss. What can I get you?"

You stepped a little closer, as you knew that back home everyone wasn't so... accepting, of outcasts. You didn't know Jericho's situation, but decided to play safe. "Uh, yes. Do you happen to know where the Nevermore Academy is? I was supposed to be there already but I missed my bus and have absolutely no clue where to go." You rambled, but still with a low tone of voice.

The boy raised his eyebrows, looking rather surprised, and you internally slapped yourself. He must hate you now.

But soon enough, his face turned into an understanding one. "Yes, I do actually. Would you like me to take you there?" He offered and you beamed in joy.

"Yes, oh, thank you so much!" You said, almost jumping at how giddy you were. Maybe you wouldn't end up dead in a ditch. But your face soon turned stern and serious, "I will not forget this." You said, attempting to sound as grateful as possible.

He smiled, "Okay, well, my shift unfortunately ends at 10pm, I'm really sorry I wish I could drive you there earlier."

You checked your phone. 8:30pm. You could handle it. "S'okay. As long as I get there somehow."

"Would you like to have a coffee? It's on the house." He offered.

"Yes, that would be great. Thank you, uhm- sorry, what was your name?"

"Tyler. Tyler Galpin. And what is yours?"

"Y/N. Y/N L/N."

Tyler drove you to Nevermore as promised. When he parked, you looked anxious and conflicted.

"I could escort you inside? I know the place, I actually come here by a lot since I know some people here."

You widened your eyes, "Really? That would be great, thank you so much!"

He nodded and you got out of the car, he politely took your bags and suitcase although you insisted in carrying them yourself.

The halls were quiet and empty as it was almost 10:30pm now. You had no idea where to go, as this was definitely not an appropriate hour to be meeting the headmistress. But you didn't question anything yet, you just followed Tyler as he seemed to know what to do. You walked along the halls until he came to a halt at a door, seemingly to a classroom but you weren't too sure. "Uh, Tyler? Are you sure we're... allowed to be here?" You questioned.

He chuckled at you, knocking on the door and going inside, you hesitantly following him.

The place was almost as dark as the Autumn sky at this hour, but you noticed a small lamp light up by a desk in the front. You spotted desks to its opposite, this must be a class, you thought. Even though you couldn't see that much in there, you did notice the tall trees and the potted plants nearest to you. It was a serene place, you certainly would enjoy coming here.

"Tyler? What are you doing here?" An unkwown woman from behind you asked, making you flinch and turn around with wide eyes.

You couldn't see her, at all. She was standing in a shadowy corner.

"Ms Thornhill, I believe I've found a lost student of yours. Well, a new student. She came by the Weathervane, asking where the academy is so I brought her here." Tyler explained, now bringing all the attention to you. You couldn't have been more nervous.

The woman stepped forward, now causing the faint desk light to show herself. She was absolutely beautiful with her auburn hair and warm, brown eyes.

Okay, stop it, Y/N. She's probably your teacher, pull your shit together. Your inner monologue scolded you and you agreed. You shouldn't be thinking like that of your possibly new teacher.

The woman looked at you with an intrigued expression, with her head slightly tilted and her eyes narrowed. You felt like you were being judged. But all that washed away when soon, a huge grin plastered all over her face.

"Well, hello there! You must be Y/N, Principal Weems actually informed me about your arrival today, it's nice to meet you. I'm your dorm mom, Marilyn Thornhill!" She introduced herself, offering her hand for you to shake.

And you did, smiling lightly at her, "Yes, I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N. It's very nice to finally be here, thanks to Tyler. Without him I'd probably still be somewhere in Jericho, panicking my guts." You said with a small chuckle.

She frowned in confusion, "What do you mean, did something happen?"

You smiled awkwardly, "Well, I actually missed the bus that was supposed to drive me here, but luckily I went to the local cafe and Tyler was there to save the day."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Tyler, who nodded, confirming your words. Her gaze turned back to you and you smiled nervously at her. And something in her expression softened.

"Thank you, Tyler, I'll take it from here. Let's get you to your dorm, sweetheart."

Your cheeks developed a faint red at the petname, but gladly it was too dark in the conservatory for her to see. You turn to Tyler, "Thank you so much for saving my life. I owe you."

He chuckled, "It's alright. I better get going before my father starts wondering where I am. Have a good one!"

After the boy had left, you went over to where he had left your bags to pick them up. But right before you could take the bags, a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Ah, ah. Let me carry those, you must be tired." She insisted, sending you a look which left you no room to argue. You slightly nodded as you wacthed her pick up your bags with surprising strength.

You began following her through the empty halls like a lost puppy, you didn't speak much but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

Soon enough, you stopped at a door and she searched for a key in her pocket, opening the door. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but you don't have a roommate. All the dorms were full already so you're going to be alone in here." She explained almost sadly, carrying your bags inside and suddenly rubbing your bicep comfortingly.

You flinched a bit at the sudden touch and your cheeks instantly grew hot, which didn't go unnoticed by the woman. You saw how her eyes looked at you weirdly, but not exactly in a bad way, and how her lips parted just the slightest bit.

You had no clue what her gaze meant, but it was piercing through you.

"I- it's alright, Ms Thornhill. I prefer solitude anyway."

She smiled softly, "By the way, welcome to Opheila Hall. As I said before, I'm also your dorm mom, meaning you can come to me about anything and everything whenever you need, sweeatheart, okay?"

You nodded and avoided her gaze. Wrong move, apparently. She gripped you chin and forced you to look in her eyes, you only now noticed how close you were standing, her touch was sending shivers down your spine.

"Use your words, sweet girl." She cooed, making you hazy at the attention and her way with words.

"I- yes, thank you, Ms Thornhill. I uh, I better start unpacking." You rambled, embarassed at how you were stuttering just because of her touch.

She chuckled, "Right, I'll leave you be. I'll stop by tomorrow morning so we can go to Principal Weems together to retrieve your schedule, uniform and everything else necessary."

You nodded as you walked around the small dorm, observing it and thinking of how you'd decorate it to look cozy. "Yes, thank you so much, Ms Thornhill. And sorry again for arriving this late,"

She smiled as you spoke, "Don't apologize, honey. You did nothing wrong. Oh, and just to go over by a few rules, lights out at 10, and no boys, ever."

The next day you woke up, smiling lightly at the newly decorated dorm. It had pretty stringlights hung up everywhere, creating a magical atmosphere, there were some of your favorite books set on your desk neatly, hou hung up pretty and slightly transparent white curtains on the windows to add more life into the previously empty room. In your opinion, the bed was the best thing. You had several cozy blankets, decorated pillows and a few plushies. Above it were also some hung stringlights.

You really loved how the room turned out.

Giddy about your new home, you quickly got out of bed and went into the ensuite bathroom in your dorm. You brushed your teeth and washed your face. You quickly did yor hair and applied some makeup before going over to your closet.

It was your first day here, you wanted to make a good first impression. You ended up choosing your favorite outfit.

You didn't know what you should do, but you wanted to explore the school. You decided you'd go and see if Ms Thornhill was in the conservatory (because you completely forgot she was supposed to come to you).

You left your dorm and wandered around the school, trying to remember the way to your dorm. The school was a labyrinth.

You came to an outdoor area which was filled with students. You felt several pairs of eyes on you, which was pretty expected but still made you feel a pang of anxiety in your chest and made you cross your arms. You were quite a social person, but new situations like these still weren't your piece of cake.

A hand on your shoulder interrupted your thoughts. You jumped a little as you turned around to meet a excited-looking blonde who must've been the same age as you. She had blue and pink highlights in her hair and the biggest ear-to-ear smile you'd ever seen on anyone.

There was a raven-haired girl next to the blonde, the mere opposite of her friend. Where the first girl looked like she was on top of the world, the other girl looked like she'd kill you without hesitation if you ever messed with her or her friend.

"Hi!! I'm Enid Sinclair, you must be new here, what's your name??!" The blonde was almost jumping with joy, and her easy-going demeanor really eased up the situation.

You smiled, "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you too. And yeah, I'm very much new here, I arrived just last night."

You turned to look at the gloomy girl next to the blonde. She was glaring at me, but offered her hand anyway after Enid nudged her slightly. You shook her hand and she introduced herself, "Wednesday Addams. It's a pleasure."

You nodded with a smile.

"Y/N, would you like if we showed you around here? I know it can be hard to find places when you're here for the first time." Enid offered.

"Really? That would be amazing," You beamed, ignoring Wednesday's glares towards Enid for suggesting such thing.

You began following the two girls around the school. They showed you the cafeteria, told you that the outdoors area was called the quad, which you honestly thought was weird but didn't say anything. After about an hour of walking around the school and trying to remember the right paths to certain places.

"So, Y/N, what type of an outcast are you?" Enid asked after showing you to the library, Wednesday following close behind.

Your cheeks flushed and you felt an uncomfortable twist in your stomach - you were afraid they'd abandon you instantly if they found out about you being a normie. You sighed as you already accepted your fate, and reluctantly spoke. "Actually, I'm not an outcast. All of my family is, psychics to be exact, but I'm not. I guess the good gene really decided to skip on me." You closed your eyes as you felt the tears pricking in your eyes.

But to your utter shock, neither of them made a snarky comment or looked at you in a disgusted way. Instead, you felt two arms hugging you tight. Enid wrapped you in her arms and whispered just so the three of you heard- "Don't worry, Y/N, this won't change our opinions about you. We know you're unique, whether you have any psychic abilities or not. You're a special girl, Wednesday here said so."

You looked at the raven-haired girl in shock. You didn't expect she'd say something so nice of you so quickly. She just nodded her head in confirmation before quickly looking away to hide her embarassment.

You smiled softly at them, feeling a sense of calm washing over you. "Thank you, guys. It really means a lot. Uhh, could you possibly show me the way back to my dorm? I think I may have already forgotten."

"Yeah, sure!" Enid exclaimed happily before you three were again on your way.

You took extra note of the hallways leading to your dorm. You did luckily catch onto these type of things pretty easily so it wasn't that hard.

You were so caught up in talking with Enid that as you rounded a corner, you bumped into someone. You closed your eyes and were ready to fall, but to your surprise, you didn't. You felt a pair of strong hands around your waist, keeping you up and steady.

"Woah, there!" Ms Thornhill chuckled, but soon furrowed her eyebrows in worry, "Honey, where were you? I thought I was supposed to come and get you so we could go to the principal together?"

You widened your eyes as you realized, you had forgot.

"Oh my god, Ms Thornhill, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to, I-I was-" You started rambling nervously.

She huffed on a soft laughter, still her hands were on your waist even though you were standing up straight now. You blushed furiously and that didn't go unnoticed by the woman.

"Sweetie, calm down. I was never mad at you, I was just worried, okay?" She said gently, squeezing your waist assuringly before letting go. And for some reason, you immediately missed the contact.

"Okay," You whispered, almost forgetting how Wednesday and Enid were still standing beside you, observing the interaction you had with the redhead.

"So, are you ready to go to Principal Weems now? Come on, I'll go with you, bye girls!" She linked your arms and pulled you away from your new friends.

You quickly waved to the girls before disappearing around the corner.

You suddenly got extremely nervous about meeting the principal, how angry she must've been at you for not showing up. You're nothing but a burden to everyone, you shouldn't even be here in the first place.

You stopped dead in your tracks, and Ms Thornhill, who still had her arm linked to yours, stopped abruptly too, turning around with confusion all over her face.

She furrowed her brows, "Sweetheart? Is everything okay?"

You pursed your lips together and looked around to see if there was any way to escape the uncomfortable situation. You tried your best to avoid eye contact with the teacher, which only grew her more worried. There were a few students in the hallway, which only made you more anxious. Ms Thornhill noticed this, as she quickly placed her hand on your lower back and walked you to a more secluded corner.

Your breathing picked up and you could only think of how it would all come crashing down before it even started.

"Hey, honey, I'm right here, you're safe with me, okay?" Ms Thornhill tried to assure you with a patient smile.

"No, no, I can't, m'sorry-" You rambled as you still were trying to blink your tears away.

"Hey, hey, listen to me, can you be a good girl and do that for me?" She whispered, causing your breath to hitch in your throat at the good girl and your attention shifted onto her and her words. You vigorously nodded through your ragged breaths.

"Such a good girl, now, breath with me. One in, one out, just do as I do, okay?" And that nickname absolutely made something surprisingly pleasant on fire in your abdomen.

You nodded again as you watched her chest inflate and deflate again and again, and you did the same, following her movements.

If you weren't in such a state right now, you would've noticed Marilyn's amused but attentive eyes set on you as you kept on looking at her chest.

Over and over again, in and out, and it started to help. You weren't in a state of panic anymore, you felt surprisingly good. She really had helped you. Taking in a last big breath in and out, you sighed in content as you had finally calmed yourself down.

Ms Thornhill smiled tenderly and cupped your cheek with one of her hands, soothing her thumb across it. You smiled lightly as well.

"You did very well, dear. I'm proud of you."

You nodded to assure yourself everything was okay now.

"Do you think you'll be able to go see Principal Weems now? You don't have to if you don't feel like it. But I'll be there with you if you want to go, okay?" She gently spoke.

You thought for a second and then nodded, "Yeah, I think I'm ready to go,"

She smiled softly as she linked your arms again.

If only you’d have known that this was the beginning of something so incredibly disastrous.

#woahhh finally #lmk if you liked this!#new ficcccc #miss thornhill #marilyn thornhill #laurel gates #christina ricci #ms thornhill #wednesday #Spotify

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sunnyie-eve · 2 years ago

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15 | Asking...

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1518

Warnings: conflicted feelings, arguing about a dance

14. It's Human | 16. Rave'N

Enid and a few girls decided we should all go dress shopping for the dance. They wanted us to wear white to match the theme but there was no way I'd wear a white dress. While I went to look at dresses with the girls, Wednesday whet off to see the sheriff. Barely into the shopping I got bored so I left to go to the Weathervane.

As I walk in Tyler bumps into me on the way out, "Val." He smiles.

"Tyler." I smile back.

"What are you doing in town today?" He asks as we walk outside down the sidewalk.

"A few girls are dress shopping. I got bored of watching them." I shrug my shoulders.

"For the Rave'N this weekend. It was all the buzz at the Weathervane today." He says as we come to a stop.

"Wow, everyone is really obsessed with this dance." I shake my head.

"So, you're not going?" He asks.

"Actually, I was forced to ask someone because of Wednesday." I roll my eyes still pissed at her. "

Sure, that happens. Who is it?" He asks eyeing me.

"Xavier..." I watch his whole face change.

"Got it. Hope you two have fun." He starts to walk away.

"Why are you upset? I literally said I was forced." I make him turn around.

"I have a reason to be upset because you keep giving me these signals. I thought we liked each other, but then you pull something like this because you were forced?" He looks at me with so many different emotions.

"Wednesday put me on the chopping block because he almost caught us snooping around his shit. She made something up on the spot and threw me under the bus she was driving. I didn't want to ask him to the stupid dance. If I was going to ask anyone it would have been you." I start to get frustrated. "I told you Xavier was missing something so that meant I don't like him more than a friend." I run my hands through my hair getting even more frustrated. "I still don't fully know feelings because I'm developing new ones I've never felt before until I met you. You make me feel so many things and it makes me feel like I'm losing my mind." I feel myself wanting to cry which I hated was a thing now when I feel super frustrated.

Tyler walks up to me and stops right in front of me looking down at me, "You make me feel like I'm losing my mind as well." He takes a hold of one of my hands.

"I'm sorry." I take my hand back and walk away confused wanting to run to the train station and lay down on the tracks.

I just end up walk back to school to clear my mind. "Miss Addams, a gift from your mother has arrived today. I sat it on your bed." Ms. Thornhill smiles at I pass her in the hall.

"My mother sent me a gift? Thank you." I got to my room to see a box on the bed with a letter on top.

My dear, Valentine. I know the Rave'N will be coming up soon around this time. I have a feeling you'll end up going with a certain person or maybe just a friend. So I've taken the time to find you a perfect dress you would love. I didn't send your sister one because I know she would never go. And if I did send one she would even more think I was trying to change her. Love you my sweet little black rose.

I didn't want to open the box quite yet because I wanted it to be a surprise. I end up calling my mother with the crystal ball to thank her for the dress but I don't want to look at it till the dance. She was happy I was going but I told her Wednesday wasn't going to go which she had a feeling.

"We're going for a walk." Wednesday walks into my room.

"A walk where?" I eye her. "The woods. Eugene is leading the way." She leaves so I get up from my desk following her.

We end up at a cave that had the same circle spiral in the rocks. "It's definitely a match. What were you doing out here?" Wednesday asks him.

"Collecting specimens. This place is ground zero for horny gypsy moths. You think it's in there?" Eugene asks.

"Only one way to find out." She walks up to it and we go in. We see the floor covered in animal bones.

"Check this out." Eugene flashes his light on shackles nailed into the wall with scratches marks around it.

She walks towards something else while I touch the shackles. "Stop! Please leave me alone! Don't come near me! No!" A distorted voice screams getting deeper and their blurry body becomes the monster.

"Valentine, what did you see?" Wednesday looks at me.

"That's the thing, I couldn't really see or hear. It was blurry but the person who's the monster didn't want to change they were forced by someone." I explain to her as she holds a claw.

"I need to go back to the shed. I need something to compare this too. You don't look well. Eugene make sure she gets to her room okay." Wednesday leaves us so Eugene helps me.

As I lay in bed after taking something for my head I kept thinking about how there was two people we needed to find. Why would someone force someone into that monster? There was banging at the door making me jump in bed. "What the hell?" I get up walking to the door opening to see Xavier.

"Did you only ask me to the Rave'N because you and Wednesday think I'm the monster? She heavily believes I'm the monster because of all those things I painted of the monster." He brushes past me coming into the room.

"I don't think it's you." I tell him truthfully.

"I don't know if I can believe you." He shakes his head.

"All I want to know is how did you get the scratches and why paint all those? You're my friend Xavier, you can tell me. I was confused to see all that but I still don't think it's you." I walk away from the door.

"The creature has been haunting my dreams for weeks. I try to block it out but I can't. So I just paint it. The recent one, the claws reached out and took a swipe at me." He sits on my bed. "See that makes sense to me." I take a seat next to him. "You're sister doesn't think so." He messes with his hands.

"Do you care what she thinks?" I laugh.

"No, I care what you think." He looks at me.

"Well, I still don't think it's you. I only will if there's hardcore evidence to support it." I chuckle.

"You didn't want to ask me to the dance did you? You only did it to cover up you two were in the shed." His eyes scan my face so I nod my head,

"She cornered me into asking you but I'll still go with a friend if you want me to. If you're upset about the whole thing I get it." I let him know.

"I'm hurt you didn't want to ask me originally but I was going to ask you, so yeah, I still want to go to the dance with you." He smiles.

"Great, because my mom sent me my dress today but I don't want to see it till I get ready for the dance." I clap my hands and he leans over kissing me making me freeze in place.

"Can't wait to see you in your dress tomorrow." He leaves my room.

"I just called you a friend, dude." I wipe my mouth as I was left alone.

"Whose your date for the dance?" I ask Enid as we hangout in her room.

"Lucas." She smiles, "It's to make Ajax jealous." She rolls her eyes.

"But out of everyone, Lucas?" I give her a look.

"He approached me to get back at someone too so why not." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Your dress matches the theme." I say as she shows me her dress.

"What dress did you end up getting?" She asks me but Wednesday jumps in.

"She's not going to the dance anymore." She says making me look over at her.

"Why do you say that?" I ask her.

"Because Xavier knows the truth that you were forced to ask him." She turns to face me.

"I'm still going with him. And my mother sent me a dress. I still haven't looked at it. I want to be surprised when I put it on tonight." I tell both of them.

"Why still go with him?" Wednesday asks me.

"He's a friend still. Have fun doing whatever you and Eugene plan to do." I leave their room to go do whatever in my room.

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blehcupidd · 2 years ago

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Jealous Girl

Chapter Twenty

Xavier Thorpe x fem!oc

A/n: Taken from my Wattpad made at the beginning of 2023, some written mistakes and i had a note about what happen with Percy Hanes White, that note will put put at the end of this chapter.

Also ignore mistakes please i wrote this whilst looking at the tv show so if it says that someone looks at something but it didnt state what, ignore it im sorry.

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Previous Chapter

It was the mayors funeral. Everyone was staying silent, holding their black umbrellas, paying their respects to the man that had helped so much, in not only the town Jericho but also Nevermore. The rain pattered down, causing echos of sound throughout the funeral.

The beautiful flowers, given from the local florists, were in top of the casket. The mayors wife and her son, Lucas, were front row. His wife had been holding a white lily, symbolising the mayor moving on to his next place.

Évangéline had been to one funeral; the one of her mother. The woman had been suffering with cancer, for over ten years. They had found out when Évangéline was nine. She had been changed; her father only thought it was a good idea, that a few years later, she had attended Nevermore.

CLICK! CLICK!

The sound of someone clicking echoed through the hallway of Nevermore. It was a cold evening, Évangéline was only wearing a shirt skirt with a small blue top. Following the noise, she was only met with a blank hallway, the one containing the statue of Allen Poe. Something about it made her think clicking was the answer.

CLICK! CLICK!

Her theory had worked, not in a way she anticipated. The wings of the eagle inched it's way down, causing the whole statue to retreat. There was now a staircase, leading to what seemed like a library.

Descending down the staircase, she could hear someone's conversation. "If I am the monster," it sounded like Xavier, "then why haven't I killed you. Or better yet, Évangéline." Who was the you?

"Because for some reason I can't fathom or indulge, you seem to like Évangéline. And killing me would arise suspicion from Évangéline, drifting her away from you." Wednesday. Xavier was talking to Wednesday.

"Évangéline deserves better than you." Xavier finished. It sounded like he was making his way back up the stairs.

Making her escape, she could only think two things.

Why is there a creepy basement in the school?

And

Why was Wednesday so focused on blaming Xavier?

Enid was planning on moving into Évangéline and Yoko's dorm, for the rest of the school year. Évangéline couldn't blame her; if anything, Wednesday had been so focused on herself to even realise. It wouldn't surprise her if Wednesday didn't care when Miss Thornhill asked her about the situation.

The next few weeks had been slow. There were no attacks and seemingly no worries. The only mishap is that Wednesday still had her head in the clouds, still thinking that driving away anyone would help her. Évangéline had also been spending time with Marshall. She believed Marshall had changed, and had a new crush.

"Oh, come on! You have to tell me." Évangéline begged at her seat in the greenhouse.

"I don't have to say anything." Marshall motioned a zipping movement towards his mouth. He then pushed a hand towards her face, pushing her away.

"Hey! Come on, I did my makeup today!" Évangéline swatted his hands away from her.

"Yeah, for someone who isn't even here. Do you know where he is, not seen him all day?" Marshall had been informed about her undying emotions towards Xavier, and him meaning Xavier.

"No, but we did plan to hang out later." She looked away, almost bashful, muttering the last part under her breath.

"So you with hold information like that, whilst I don't get to." Marshall was open mouthed at his new friend.

"So you've planned to hang out together?" Évangéline flicked her gaze toward the vampire, having a little smirk.

Marshall couldn't fathom a response and just rolled his eyes, focusing on the work in front of the class; Évangéline snickering to herself, then continuing the work.

The school day went fast, but slow. Lessons she had friends in went fast, all the others went slow. Night was approaching, Xavier had planned to meet Évangéline at the exit of the castle.

When they met up, it wasn't awkward, opposing what the two thought. Conversation seemed to flow with the two, nothing was said about their previous encounter; even though she so desperately wanted to.

Walking into the shed, it had been colder than expected. All Évangéline had was a small zip up. Yet the shivering didn't go unnoticed from Xavier.

"Are you cold?" He questioned, already knowing the answer.

"I'll be alright, just need my body to adjust, you know?" Évangéline shrugged, teeth still chattering.

Not giving in, Xavier shrugged off his coat and draped it over the smaller girls shoulders. Then all went still, there's was nothing needed to say. Not just the coat, but the arms draped around her shoulders, keeping her warm. The fuzzy smile. Butterflies!

It felt as if they were inching together. The hands on Xavier's bent elbows securing him in reality; the dreamy look on Xavier's face, making it all seem like a dream.

The slamming of a door disrupted them, causing them to pull apart; both missing the content feeling. Seeing who it was made the intimate two scoff.

"You know what?" Xavier began, as Wednesday was pushing her luck. "You need to stay out of my space."

"You need to take your own advice." Wednesday was holding a dagger of sorts. Walking towards a wooden barrel, she stabbed it into the dark oak. "You left that in my room." Wednesday stood up, still looking intimidating even with the lack of height. "Actually, you left it in Thing."

This caused Évangéline to look between the quarrelling two. "Wednesday-" she tried to reason, shortly being interrupted.

"How long have you been seeing Kinbott?" Wednesday continued, not giving Évangéline any time of day.

"Have you..." Xavier stuttered, then chuckeling. "What am I saying? Of course you have. You've been spying on me, right?" He snatched the dagger. "Cause I'm the villain in your fantasy." He didn't take his eyes off of the dagger, looking at the patterned handle. "My father thinks that my mental health is a PR problem that he needs to manage." Raising his eyes to Wednesday, never looking at Évangéline. "He wanted to keep troubled son out of the tabloids." Raising his arms to his sides, "I wasn't in your room. Believe me or don't believe me, I don't care."

Wednesday walked through Xavier and Évangéline. "Your painting's been improving." Wednesday gave a backhanded compliment, "I enjoy this one in particular." Pulling a sheet off of a canvas, it showed Kinbott with scratches across her face; much like the ones Évangéline had on her shoulder. "Feels like you really lived it." Wednesday continued, Évangéline was at a list for words. On one hand Wednesday had gone too far into her investigation, on the other; the amount of drawings lining up to the attacks were weird.

"What do you want?" Xavier was defeated, there was no way of getting Wednesday off his case.

"I'm the one asking the questions." The black haired investigator made her way to the desk. "What is Rowan's inhaler doing in your shed?" She asked, picking it up. "Or Eugene's glasses?" She held up a pair of broken, bloodied glasses.

"Whoa." Xavier tried to intervene, seeing as he didn't put them there.

"Or these stalker images you took of me?" What?

"No. I-" Xavier was a stuttering mess, a mess of confusion.

"Don't forget your latest addition." Emptying a jar of crayons, she plucked out a necklace. Kinbott's necklace.

"Somebody planted that stuff." Before Évangéline could say anything, a police officer came in.

"Drop the knife." Xavier was still holding the dagger, and the police saw his advances towards Wednesday.

"Xavier?" Was all Évangéline could whisper. She just wanted to go home and pretend like it was all a dream.

Yet that wasn't true. This was the cold harsh reality. Xavier was being locked up.

"You! You framed me! I'm being set up!"

All Évangéline could do was look at Wednesday. "Get out if your stupid fantasy land! Don't you see how messed up this is?"

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maritzaanguianoinfo265 · 2 months ago

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Cover art: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schooled_(novel)

Title: Schooled

Author: Gordon Korman

ISBN: 9780786856923 (ISBN10: 0786856920)

Format: Book

Publisher: ‎ Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Plot Summary

Capricorn “Cap” Anderson has spent his whole life living in a commune with his hippie grandma Rain. When his grandma Rain is injured he is pulled over for driving while underage and left without a caregiver. He is sent to live with an ex-commune member who has become a social worker named Flora who enrolls Cap at a public school. Flora’s daughter Sophie has trouble adapting to Cap’s quirks after realizing Cap will be residing with them as Rain recovers. At school Cap is oblivious to people making fun of him and encounters bullies who try to cause him physical harm. Cap soon becomes loved by the school population and even becomes class president. Sophie and Cap’s relationship blossoms as they begin to connect and bond at home. Cap’s popularity is cut short once he is found to be misusing school funds that he was given access to as president. Rain recovers from her accident and Cap finds himself back at the commune. Cap yearns for his newly found life.

Critical Evaluation

Reader’s Annotation

Cap Anderson is a hippie who loves his life living at the Garland Farm commune until an accident sends him to his greatest unknown...public school.

Give information about the author:

Gordon Korman was born October 23, 1963 in Montreal, Quebec, and grew up in Thornhill, Ontario. Gordon wrote his first book when he was twelve years old. Gordon moved to the United States as a student in the film and film-writing department at New York University. He now lives with his wife and children on Long Island, NY.

Gordon Korman is the author of 100 middle-grade and young adult books! He has had multiple books reach #1 on the New York Times bestseller list and has received countless awards and honours. His books have sold over 30 million copies and have been translated into more than 30 languages. Each year, Gordon travels extensively, visiting schools and libraries, bringing his trademark humour and adventurous style to readers everywhere.

Source: https://www.scholastic.ca/gordonkorman/

Indicate the Genre(s) of the title:

Comedy and Humor, Realistic Fiction, Young adult literature

Booktalking Ideas

Discuss what challenges Cap would face if he was to be a student in 2024 compared to the setting in the book.

Reading Level/Interest Age

12+

Challenge Issues and defense preparation

Why did you pick this title or material for your collection?

I chose this book for my collection because I found it to be very sweet and it made me realize how some people today could totally identify with Cap when it comes to having to go to a public school after only being homeschooled and taught specific things.

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thehealingheart95 · 1 year ago

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1955 Cheryl (Riverdale fanfic) by me (:

Cheryl was growing tired of pretending, the constant fight with her sexuality has been looming over her since she was a young girl; she’s just always known. The possibility of ever being able to be herself was beginning to fade with each passing day. She wasn’t certain but she could have sworn her mother was on the phone with The Sisterhood of Quiet Mercy last night complaining how she didn’t know what to do with her sexual deviant of a daughter. That she once again had caught Cheryl painting a naked woman in the art wing of Thornhill and she was reaching her last straw. Not to mention the fact her High School principal approached her at the sock hop making ambiguous comments on how the boys and girls were dancing, just as it should be so school had become a hell on earth just as her home was.

Cheryl longed to be understood and touched by a girl, not to be forced to fit in with society's standards. It was 1955 after all and who said that being gay was a sin, God? Cheryl was no stranger to spirituality, but organized religion gave her the Heebie-jeebies. The sole fact that love terrifies most people if it wasn’t between people of the same race and gender just didn’t make sense to her. Why did it have to be a big deal just because she happened to like women over men and why did she feel the dire need to shove down her feelings for a certain Greaser girl?

As Cheryl was getting ready for school that morning, she took extra care of her rose-matted lips and made sure to wear a bra that made her breasts present themselves. Maybe this would get Toni’s attention she thought to herself while looking very pleased with her reflection. Although she didn’t think she needed to, the Serpentina had been confident enough to walk right up to her and strike up a conversation, why shouldn’t she? The feeling of just having the greaser in her presence made her heart flutter and Cheryl was no stranger to this feeling of liking someone of the same sex, but this…this was far more intense a feeling than she’d ever imagined.

Chery was done letting her evil mother, principal, or anyone else for that matter tell her who to like or date. She pulled up front to the school in her cherry-red drop-top Thunderbird and made the sight of Toni talking with another female greaser. This immediately sent a ting of jealousy down Cheryl’s stomach, but she wouldn’t dare let that show. Toni, like all the others when Cheryl coasted in, turned her focus right onto the redheaded vixen and immediately dropped what she was doing to go say hi.

“Lookin’ good Blossom, I didn’t know you knew how to drive.”

“Oh, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Antionette.”

This made Toni smirk, she knew this already, and that’s what made Cheryl so appealing. The way she looked didn’t hurt her cause, but Toni was more focused on why she was trying to pretend to be something she was not… and that’s straight. She watched her parade Archie Andrews around the halls for a good 3 weeks like he was a trophy, and she knew it was all a show then and it’s all a show now. Toni wanted Cheryl to open up and be her beautiful self, inside and out.

“Well, how about you tell me all the things I don’t know over some coffee? Some of my fellow Greasers and I are going there after school. We could talk and stop doing this dance we’ve been doin'. What do ya say?”

Cheryl’s body lit up; did she just get asked on a date? Right here?

“Uhh…”

“Come on red what is there to be afraid of?”

“I can think of a few things, but none overpowering enough to keep me from what I want.”

Their eyes met and time stood still, making them not realize the bell had rung. While everyone else was off to homeroom they were too busy staring into each other’s eyes. Toni crept closer, causing Cheryl's back to hit the outer wall of the school.

“And what exactly is it you want Red?”

Cheryl’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Toni was taking advantage of the fact no one was around.

“Uhm, I don-“

“Quit pulling my chain and just lay it on me, Cheryl. Tell me the truth.”

Toni was growing impatient with Cheryl for not coming to terms with how she felt. It had been weeks since they met and sparks flew by the mere sight of one another, what was the deal? Was it because she was more than just a girl? Was it because she was black? Or because she was a Greaser or was it all of the above? Either way, she was growing as tired of Cheryl’s pretending as Cheryl was.

“You, Toni. I want you.”

A wave of relief rushed over Toni for Cheryl finally said it; she finally admitted she wanted her just as Toni had been wanting Cheryl since the first moment, she laid eyes on the red-head beauty.

“Finally… now, doesn’t that feel good to admit?” Toni asked while creeping even closer to the lead vixen. Cheryl was now completely pinned against the wall, there was nowhere for her to run to. She had to face the feeling of what Toni’s body being so close bestowed upon her. Toni was the one in control and Cheryl wasn’t used to that, but she liked it… a lot.

“Yes, it does.” Cheryl looked down, afraid to meet Toni’s gaze but Toni stopped her by placing her chin in her hand and lifting it back up, forcing Cheryl to really look at her.

“I’d like to show you something else that feels good if that’s okay?”

Cheryl knew exactly what Toni meant and she couldn’t appear more eager. The look on her face went from great embarrassment to extreme giddiness.

“M-more than okay.” Cheryl stuttered with bright eyes and a wide smile.

So, Toni leaned in, took Cheryl’s face in her hands, and planted the most perfect kiss you could possibly imagine on those beautiful, plump-red lips.

Cheryl was dressed in a cherry red preppy skirt with a transparent lace top with red roses embroidered all around. Her hair was in loose curls shaped perfectly around her face, and the lipstick, always with the lipstick that made those juicy puckers just POP. She strutted down the staircase into The Dark Room and found Toni awaiting her arrival at the bottom looking equally as pleasing in a tight violet pencil skirt and black leather jacket. Her hair was tied up in a matching bow and don’t even get me started on the cat eye makeup. Both girls looked divine; as though they didn’t belong in Riverdale, but in Hollywood.

“Well jazz my berries, Antionette you look wonderful.”

“Wow, Cheryl you truly are the cat's meow. Shall we? I took the liberty of ordering you a drink. I hope you don’t mind.”

“We shall.” Chery smiled not used to being in the company of such a powerful female; it made her nervous. If any of her Vixens had ordered her a drink without asking, she would have taken it personally, not with Toni though, she really enjoyed letting her take the lead.

“So, tell me about yourself, Cheryl. All I really know is that you’re beautiful with one hell of a work ethic. Student body VP and captain of The Vixens, however, do you manage?”

“Well, it’s better than being at home. My family is… well they’re the reason I feel the need to play this part.”

“And what part would that be?”

“The part where I pretend to be someone I’m not. Someone who likes boys.”

“Ah, I see. Well, none of that here, you can be yourself with me, Cheryl.”

Toni’s hand was on Cheryl’s thigh and without hesitation, Cheryl immediately grabbed it in her own and lifted it to her strawberry lips to plant a sweet peck on Toni’s palm. She then looked back to Toni who was staring straight into her Hazel eyes. The girls took a quick glance around and their lips collided once again, unable to fight the urge that burned deep within them both when around and even thinking of the other. Things were getting hot and heavy quickly, and Cheryl felt herself get wet, so she decided to pull away.

“Sorry, it’s just… kind of antsville in here don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I’ve got the zorros too. Wanna take a drive?”

“Sure, sounds like fun.”

And so, they did just that, coasting along Sweet Water River hand in hand while their hair blew in the wind. The true ride wouldn’t begin though until Cheryl and Toni made a stop at Lover’s Lane to play a little game of backseat bingo. Things were getting hot and heavy as the two girls made out. Toni pulled Cheryl to straddle her so that they could access each other with ease. The feeling of Toni so close sent butterflies throughout Cheryl’s entire body… especially between her legs.

Toni’s hands were exploring every reachable part of Cheryl’s while Cheryl’s were wrapped around Toni’s face. Toni slid her hands up Cheryl’s thighs and into her panties and when she did, she moaned because of how wet she was.

“Cheryl, you’re so wet.”

“Is that bad?”

Toni found Cheryl’s clit and began to rub it gently, making Cheryl even more wet. Cheryl’s eyes rolled as she tilted her head back experiencing a sense of pleasure she had never known.

“Mmm, no baby not bad at all…” Toni growled as she picked up the pace on Cheryl’s clit.

“Uhhh, uhhh, ohhh my…uhhhh” Cheryl was getting closer to cumming but she wanted something else before she did. “Toni?” She whispered.

“Mmmm, yes? What can I do for my ginchiest gal?”

Cheryl paused for a moment, nervous to ask for what she wanted but she also felt like Toni was holding back for her benefit and she wanted her to know she could take it.

“Could you maybe, put your fingers inside me?”

“Say no more.”

Toni took her index and middle finger and gently inserted them into Cheryl's wet, creamy pussy. Finally, she knew just what Cheryl felt like from the inside out and Toni must say it was nothing short of heaven. Cheryl leaned forward grabbing Toni for support, riding her hand, grinding her hips just right so Toni’s fingers could reach her G-Spot.

“Fuck, baby you’re the bee’s knees. Mmmm.” Toni was so turned on by this side of Cheryl, the sexy side with no worries in the world but getting finger fucked at the moment.

“Uhh…uhhh…yeah…yeah.”

Cheryl could feel her body tightening in a way she didn’t understand but also didn’t want to fight but she was running out of energy, so Toni swung her off her lap, got down on her knees, pulled Cheryl’s panties down, and buried her face in her slit.

“Oh Toni, uhhh, uhhh, yes, yes, ohhhh, ohhh, yes. Ahhh!”

“Mmmm,” Toni moaned along with the bombshell beauty while lapping up the remainder of her cum.

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writerswho · 2 years ago

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Okay, I made one more.

Marilyn Thornhill and Larissa Weems stood outside the bus, greeting each student as they climbed aboard for the field trip. Marilyn handed out snacks and water bottles, while Larissa checked off names on the roster.

As the bus pulled away from the school, Marilyn took a seat next to Enid Sinclair and struck up a conversation. Larissa made her way down the aisle, stopping to chat with each student and answer any questions they had.

After a long drive, they finally arrived at their destination - a historical site that the students had been studying in class. The students eagerly disembarked from the bus and began to explore, taking pictures and asking questions.

Marilyn and Larissa kept a watchful eye on the group, making sure everyone stayed together and stayed safe. They answered questions, offered guidance, and took note of interesting details that they could bring back to the classroom.

As the day wore on, the students grew tired and hungry. Marilyn and Larissa led them to a picnic area, where they spread out blankets and handed out sandwiches and fruit. The students chatted and laughed, enjoying the fresh air and the break from the classroom.

As the sun began to set and the day drew to a close, the group piled back onto the bus, tired but happy. Marilyn and Larissa exchanged glances and smiled, feeling proud of the students and grateful for the opportunity to chaperone such a great group of kids. They knew it was days like this that made all the hard work of being an educator worth it.

Marilyn Thornhill and Larissa Weems led the group of students through the woods, pointing out interesting plants and animals as they walked. They had been exploring for a while when they stumbled upon a clearing with a beautiful lake at the center.

The water was crystal clear and the sun sparkled on its surface, creating a dazzling effect. The students gasped in awe at the sight, and Marilyn and Larissa exchanged smiles. This was a discovery they hadn't expected.

As they approached the water, the group noticed a small dock at the edge of the lake. Marilyn and Larissa led the students over to the dock, and they all sat down, their feet dangling in the cool water.

The students chatted and splashed around, while Marilyn and Larissa took a moment to admire the scenery. It was a peaceful and serene moment, a welcome break from the usual bustle of the classroom.

After a while, the group packed up and continued on their journey, but the memory of the beautiful lake stayed with them. Marilyn and Larissa knew that this was a field trip that the students would remember for a long time to come.

As the sun began to set and the temperature dropped, Marilyn Thornhill and Larissa Weems knew it was time to set up camp for the night. The group of students had been hiking through the woods all day, and everyone was ready for a rest.

They found a flat area with plenty of dry wood and began to set up tents. Once everything was in place, Larissa started a campfire while Marilyn set up a cooking area.

The students gathered around the fire, warming their hands and feet. Larissa pulled out some marshmallows, and soon everyone was roasting them over the flames.

As the night grew darker, the group settled in for some stargazing. Marilyn pointed out different constellations and explained their meanings. The students listened intently, fascinated by her stories.

Finally, it was time for bed. Marilyn and Larissa checked in on the students in their tents, making sure everyone was comfortable and warm. They then settled into their own tent, the warmth of the campfire still lingering in the air.

As they drifted off to sleep, Marilyn and Larissa felt grateful for the opportunity to share this experience with their students. The campfire had brought them all closer together, and they knew that this field trip would be one that they would all remember for years to come.

As the night drew in, Marilyn Thornhill and Larissa Weems supervised the girls as they got ready for their sleepover. They had set up tents for the girls to sleep in, and the students excitedly settled in, chatting and giggling as they got cozy in their sleeping bags.

Marilyn and Larissa sat outside the tents, chatting and keeping an ear out for any trouble. They were grateful for the chance to bond with the girls and learn more about them outside of the classroom.

Meanwhile, the boys were also having their own sleepover in another area. They had set up their own tents and had a campfire going. The boys roasted marshmallows and shared stories, enjoying the freedom of being away from adults for the night.

Marilyn and Larissa made sure to check in on the boys before settling in for the night themselves. They felt content knowing that everyone was safe and having a good time, and they looked forward to continuing their adventure in the morning.

The night was filled with the sounds of nature and the laughter of the students. It was a memorable experience for everyone involved, and Marilyn and Larissa knew that they had made lasting memories with their students.

As the night grew darker, the girls sat outside their tents, gazing up at the clear sky. The stars sparkled brightly above, and the air was filled with the sounds of nature.

Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, catching everyone's attention. The girls gasped in amazement, and Marilyn and Larissa smiled, happy to see the excitement on their students' faces.

"Make a wish!" Larissa called out.

The girls closed their eyes and made their wishes, hoping that they would come true. Marilyn and Larissa also made silent wishes, grateful for the opportunity to spend this time with their students.

As they opened their eyes, the shooting star had disappeared, but the memory of it remained. The girls settled back into their tents, feeling content and peaceful.

Marilyn and Larissa sat outside a little longer, enjoying the quietness of the night. They were grateful for this moment of calmness and serenity, and knew that it was a memory that they would hold onto for a long time.

As the night went on, the boys were getting restless. They had finished roasting marshmallows and were looking for something to do. That's when Tyler Galpin got an idea.

"Let's pull a prank on the girls!" he whispered to the others.

The boys grinned mischievously, excited by the thought of causing some mischief. They quietly made their way over to the girls' tent, trying not to make too much noise.

As they approached, they could hear the girls whispering and giggling inside. The boys exchanged excited glances, eager to see their plan in action.

Tyler tiptoed over to the tent and carefully unzipped the opening. He reached inside and grabbed a handful of leaves, then quickly threw them inside the tent.

The girls let out a shriek, and the boys burst out laughing, barely able to contain themselves.

But their laughter was short-lived. Marilyn and Larissa had heard the commotion and quickly made their way over to the girls' tent.

"What's going on here?" Marilyn demanded, shining a flashlight on the group of boys.

The boys froze, realizing they had been caught.

"Uh, we were just trying to scare the girls," Tyler stammered.

Marilyn and Larissa shook their heads, not amused by the boys' behavior.

"Pulling pranks is not appropriate, and it can be hurtful," Larissa scolded. "We expect better from you."

The boys hung their heads, feeling embarrassed by their actions. Marilyn and Larissa made them apologize to the girls and helped them settle back into their tents.

As they walked away, Marilyn and Larissa couldn't help but chuckle at the boys' failed prank attempt. They hoped that the boys had learned their lesson and would think twice before causing any more trouble.

After the incident with the boys, the group settled down and eventually drifted off to sleep. The sounds of the forest were the only thing to be heard as everyone lay in their tents.

Inside the adults' tent, Marilyn and Larissa lay side by side, gazing up at the ceiling of the tent. They had spent the evening chatting and getting to know each other better, and they were both feeling content and relaxed.

Larissa let out a contented sigh. "This has been such a lovely evening," she said.

Marilyn nodded in agreement. "It's been great getting to know you better, Larissa," she said. "I feel like we have a lot in common."

Larissa smiled. "I feel the same way. It's not often that I get to spend time with someone who shares my love of literature and the arts."

Marilyn chuckled. "Yes, we certainly have that in common. And it was fun to see you let loose and dance earlier," she added, referring to Larissa's impromptu dance to the opera music.

Larissa blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I guess I got carried away," she said. "But it was a lot of fun."

As they continued to talk softly, the sound of rustling leaves outside the tent caught their attention. They exchanged a glance and listened intently, trying to figure out what was causing the noise.

After a moment, they heard a quiet voice outside the tent. "Is anyone awake in there?"

Marilyn and Larissa sat up, recognizing the voice as Enid Sinclair's. They quickly unzipped the tent and peered outside.

Enid stood there, looking a bit disheveled and out of breath. "I'm sorry to wake you," she said. "But I think I saw something in the woods."

Marilyn and Larissa exchanged a worried glance. They knew that the woods could be dangerous at night, and they didn't want any of the students to get hurt.

"We'll come with you," Marilyn said, quickly getting up and grabbing a flashlight.

Together, the three of them set out into the woods, searching for whatever it was that Enid had seen. As they walked, they kept a close eye out for any signs of danger, hoping to find the source of the disturbance and return to their tents safely.

Enid had wandered off into the woods, trying to clear her head after a long day of hiking with her classmates. She stumbled upon a clearing and noticed a beautiful creature with a white coat, a long spiral horn on its forehead, and a flowing mane and tail.

Enid gasped in awe, realizing that she had stumbled upon a unicorn. The magical creature was grazing peacefully, unaware of Enid's presence. Enid slowly approached the unicorn, taking care not to startle it.

The unicorn turned its head towards Enid, and she froze, unsure of what to do. But the unicorn seemed friendly and even seemed to be smiling at her. Enid tentatively reached out her hand, and the unicorn nuzzled it with its nose, seemingly inviting her to touch it.

Enid's heart raced with excitement as she stroked the unicorn's silky fur. She felt a sense of calm and wonder wash over her, and for a moment, she forgot all about her worries and troubles.

After a few minutes of petting and admiring the unicorn, Enid quietly slipped away, not wanting to disturb the magical creature any further. She ran back to her classmates, bursting with excitement to share her incredible discovery with them.

Enid couldn't wait to share her incredible discovery with Wednesday. She ran back to their cabin, hoping to find her there. She burst through the door, panting and out of breath.

As the sun began to set and the group prepared to leave the woods, Enid couldn't help but glance back at the clearing, hoping to catch one more glimpse of the beautiful unicorn. She knew that this encounter would stay with her forever, and she felt grateful for the moment of magic and wonder that the unicorn had brought to her day.

"Wednesday, you won't believe what I just saw in the woods!" Enid exclaimed.

Wednesday looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow. "What did you see?"

"A unicorn!" Enid gushed. "It was amazing. It had a white coat, a long spiral horn, and the most beautiful mane and tail."

Wednesday's eyes widened in surprise. "A unicorn? That's incredible. I've never seen one in the woods before."

Enid nodded, still feeling the rush of excitement from her encounter. "It was magical. I felt like I was in a fairy tale."

Wednesday smiled. "I'm glad you got to experience that. You should write about it in your journal so you can remember it forever."

Enid grinned and pulled out her journal, eager to capture every detail of her encounter with the unicorn. She couldn't wait to share her story with her family and friends back home and to remember this magical moment for years to come.

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Marilyn Thornhill sat at her desk, her eyes flicking over the file in front of her. Larissa Weems had been causing quite a stir at Nevermore Academy lately, and it was Marilyn's job to keep tabs on the students.

The door to her office opened and in walked Larissa, her pom-poms bouncing as she walked. "Hey, Ms. Thornhill," she said with a grin. "What's up?"

Marilyn didn't return the smile. "Sit down, Larissa," she said, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk. "We need to talk."

Larissa's expression turned serious as she took a seat. "Is something wrong?"

Marilyn leaned forward. "You tell me. Rumor has it that you've been encouraging some of the younger students to engage in risky behavior. Smoking, drinking, that sort of thing."

Larissa raised an eyebrow. "That's ridiculous. I would never do something like that."

Marilyn folded her arms. "Then explain to me why I've received several reports from concerned teachers and parents."

Larissa sighed. "Look, I may have made a few mistakes. But I'm not a bad person. I just...I don't know, I guess I get caught up in the moment sometimes."

Marilyn leaned back in her chair. "I understand that being a teenager can be tough, Larissa. But you need to remember that your actions have consequences. You're a role model to these younger students, whether you realize it or not."

Larissa looked down at her lap. "I know. I'll try to do better, Ms. Thornhill."

Marilyn nodded. "Good. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you. That's what I'm here for, after all."

Larissa smiled weakly. "Thanks, Ms. Thornhill. I appreciate it."

Marilyn watched as Larissa got up to leave, her pom-poms jingling as she walked out the door. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, however. There was something about Larissa Weems that made her think this wasn't the last she would be seeing of the perky cheerleader.

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what about xavier thorpe x reader adult au. When they have kids and the kids go to nevermore for the first time. I'm just dying for family fluff

A/n: In the instance that I forget to mention any, if not all, of them. Yours and Xavier’s Children’s names: Skylar, Samuel and Katherine Thorpe.

“Dad, is Nevermore scary?” Skylar, your youngest, asked as Xavier drove through Nevermore’s iron gates. God did it felt almost a lifetime ago that your parents were driving you through those gates as a teenager, scared out of your wits at your newfound abilities that weren’t there before; Needless to say you understood where Skylar was coming from because you were Skylar once. “What? No! Nevermore’s not scary Sky. It may look it on the outside but I promise you the moment you step through those doors your perspective on the school will change,” Xavier then snapped his fingers, “just like that,” he then quickly cast his gaze towards you before looking back at the road, “I’m sure your mother will attest to that statement.”

“You guys went to the same school!” Katherine, second eldest, gasped as she looked up from her phone for the first time throughout the entire ride to look between you and Xavier within the rear view mirror. “Yes, Nevermore is where I first met your dad. However he was dating your auntie, Bianca Barclay at the time.” You had told her and Samuel this story before but advanced technology seemed to have fried their brain and rot away the memory for them; Again you couldn’t hold this against them as everyone back when you and Xavier were students were just as chronically online as children of today were.

“And Skylar,” you called softly to your youngest, sliding your hand through the gap between your seats to grasp his, squeezing it reassuringly, “your father is right. Nevermore may look scary at first but once you find your rhythm you’ll soon realise that it’s just like any other school.” You intentionally skipped a few things during your stint as a student that you were certain Xavier was more then happy that you did. What happened during your stint as students between Thornhill, Tyler being the man behind the monster killing people, Principle Weems’ death, Joseph Crackstone’s resurrection and Wednesday’s weirdo stalker during second semester; none of which were exactly something either of you wanted any of your children finding out about. Ever.

Once you and Xavier had graduated from Nevermore and the day you became pregnant with your firstborn son, Samuel James Thorpe, you both swore to never speak about the horrors lurking within Nevermore’s corridors unless approached first. All of your children bore striking resemblances of both of you, in equal parts personality traits as opposed to physical ones so you wouldn’t be all that taken aback if any of them quickly caught onto Nevermore and -by extension- Jericho’s true nature. “Are Primrose and Dalia going to be there?” Skylar asked which peaked both Samuel and Katherine’s interest. Primrose and Dalia Addams were the children of Enid and Wednesday Addams, adopted but they were very much alike their mothers in every way possible.

Primrose, a girl with shoulder blonde hair and bright, optimistic eyes and an all encompassing love of everything bubblegum pop and boy groups, was the spitting image of Enid in her youth while as Dalia, a girl with the deception of a black cloud with her dark raven hair that fell way below her shoulders and beady brown eyes that many have claimed to see the devil within alongside with her penchant for guillotines and torture weapons, was the spitting image of Wednesday in hers. You, Xavier, Enid and a begrudging Wednesday would always set up play dates for your children whenever you could possible; All in the hopes of building a tight knitted friendship between all of them in the instances that they had each other the rely on should Nevermore proved in becoming too much for any of them.

Thankfully with enough time, Skylar, Katherine, Samuel, Dalia and Primrose became as thick as thieves by the age of eleven. You and Xavier loved Primrose and Dalia as though they were your own and found your children’s constant need to see them heartwarming. “Of course they are champ,” Xavier assured, looking at his little buddy through the rear view mirror, “and they’re pretty excited in hearing that you three were also attending Nevermore that they demanded to come to Nevermore also.” The excitement upon Skylar, Katherine’s and Samuel’s faces never failed to melt either you nor Xavier’s heart as you both shared a smile as you heard the children chattering to each other. You moved back into a more comfortable position within the passengers seat when Xavier’s hand moved to take ahold of your thigh.

“You alright there sweetheart?” He asked lowly and when you looked at him confused Xavier continued, “your brows furrowed and your bitting down on the skin of your bottom lip, you only do that when your nervous.” He squeezes your thigh, “you can tell me anything you know. We’re a team remember and a team doesn’t leave it’s never a member in the dark.” Of course you remember, you made that vow on your wedding day after all. “I’m just scared for our children but it’s probably just me trying to find an excuse to frighten myself.” You told him, making sure your voice didn’t cross a certain barrier whilst your children were still preoccupied by being children; You didn’t want Nevermore to take that away from them should something sinister occur once more.

“Hey, there’s no need for you to be putting yourself into question.” Xavier scolded, he hated whenever you doubted yourself or put yourself down for what you were feeling, as though you perceived yourself as a lesser being who shouldn’t be aloud to openly express the vast array of emotions within. “your valid in feeling that way, hell I’m frightened myself because what we’ve been through during our school career hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park for our mental health.” You placed your hand atop of Xavier’s and squeezed it as you smiled at him softly. “I love you, did you know that?” Xavier looks away, a little flustered before bringing your hand up to his lips, where he pressed a kiss to your skin. “You remind me from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep.”

He admitted, smiling softly to himself as he recounted how often he’d find himself awaking to you staring at him as though he was a mosaic masterpiece. Prepping his jawline and neck in kisses whenever he got insecure or how you’d leave little reminders of why you loved and adored him on post it notes; even going as far as to include a crude stick figure drawing of the whole family in some cases that never failed to make him smile so wide his dimples popped out. Xavier kept those reminders in a shoebox he tucked underneath the clothes of his side of the wardrobe so that whenever he felt shitty, he could always revert to them in lifting his spirits because at the end of the day he couldn’t be more grateful in having you as his life partner. You saved him on multiple occasions and now he was given them golden opportunity to save you and he wasn’t about to leave you to drown in your thoughts.

Just as you were about to reply, Skylar pushed his head between the front seats and pointed up ahead, a smile stretched so wide across his face that his dimples popped out, “WE’RE HERE!” He cried as he, Katherine and Samuel scrambled to unbuckle themselves from their seats as you looked to find that you had pulling up into the driveway of Nevermore Academy. “Alright, alright you little monsters don’t look too excited, will you.” Xavier said sarcastically as they got out the car and made their way to the boot, impatiently calling out to both of you.

Xavier groaned playfully as he fully committed to the bit of a begrudging father by slowly removing his seatbelt; smirking at Skylar, Samuel and Katherine’s groans of annoyance as you smacked his shoulder, biting back your own laughter. “Pack it in before they decided to use your art studio as their play area as revenge.” You snickered when his eyes became wide with fear at the prospect of his beloved art studio being turned into a war zone by three gremlins that he calls his beloved children. “I’m coming kids!” Xavier calls as he opened his door and bolted to opening the boot for Samuel, Katherine and Skylar.

“How chivalrous.” You mused as you unbuckled yourself and got out of the car to join by Xavier’s side to press a kiss against each of their foreheads. “Now be on your best behaviours, don’t do anything that we wouldn’t do and most importantly,” you paused for suspense as your children waited on baited breath for your final request as a smile broke out on your lips, “don’t leave them hanging, the suspense is killing them!” Xavier nudged you by the shoulder.

“Are you sure it’s them that the suspense is killing?”

“Y/n!”

“Alright!” You chuckled before looking at your children, “most importantly we want you to enjoy yourselves. Now, one big hug for the road?” You asked as you and Xavier both opened up your arms for Samuel, Skylar and Katherine to run into them as you all squeezed your goodbyes into each other, sharing a few more forehead kisses before having to force yourselves into letting each other go as you and Xavier watched as your children scamper up the staircase to the entrance hall with their bags, though not before turning one final time to wave you both goodbye.

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Hi! Could I request a Larissa x reader who’s a teacher? There’s an event out of town for teachers and heads of outcast schools and reader is Larissa’s platonic date (they’re just friends… for now *evil laugh*). A professor from a different school starts flirting with reader, and since the professor is kind of pretty (not as pretty as Larissa of course), reader gets flustered and Larissa gets jealous. Larissa’s in a bad mood for the rest of the night and when they go back to the hotel, reader follows Larissa to her room to check what was wrong and Larissa kisses them out if frustration and tells reader her feelings. Can you also please make the ending steamy but no actual smut. Thank you!

I hope this is okay, Lovey! I’ve had writers block for a little while and this is the first time my brain has been like “WRITEWRITEWRITE” so I’m sorry it’s super long. Like 2800 hundred words or something and it’s definitely not the best but I hope it works. Let me know if I could do better!

Not proof read, love y’all

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY (that songs been stuck in my head)

AN: sorry about the formatting im so confused as to what happened to it, not proof read

Warnings:none

As much as you loved Nevermore, you couldn’t be more excited for a little trip away. Even if the trip itself revolved around the academy and other outcast educators from around the country. The invitation that was sent out had requested that, “Principal Larissa Weems, and one additional educator guest, of the invitees choice, attend the event for the opportunity to socialize and discuss what’s been beneficial for each schools students, communities, and staff as a whole.”

You had just finished your last class of the day, when Larissa had come in. Unbeknownst to you, she had stood outside of your classroom door for a moment, giddy that she’d be spending a bit of time with you, had you decided to attend the event with her. “Good Evening, Miss Y/L/N,” she spoke with a smile, as she made her way closer to your desk. You spun around,”Larissa! How’s it going?” You grinned and leaned on your palms. “Very well, thank you. So, this morning, I received an invitation to an event, just outside the state line,” handing you the letter, she continued. “Of course, I’ll be attending. However, I came here to see if you’d indulge me and be my guest educator? I know it’s a sudden trip, but I believe the insight gained from conversing with the other educators, may be beneficial for Nevermore.” She watched as you read the letter, biting your lip in thought. She stood tall and confident, as she usually does, only now, she was fiddling with her fingers. Maybe her hands were cold. “It’s this weekend? Sure, I don’t see why not,” you smiled and handed the invitation back to her. “Lovely, I look forward to our excursion. Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N,” she began to make her way out of the class room before you quickly caught her attention once more, “Oh! Larissa! Sorry, do we know roughly how much the expenses for everything will be? I have to make sure I’ve got enough put away,” you looked up at her. She informed you that luckily, all of your expenses were paid.

By the time the event weekend had arrived, you had everything set in place. Miss Thornhill would keep a close eye on your students hall, spending money was set aside, and you entrusted your most responsible student, Bianca, with tending to the needs of your class goldfish, Hush. Situating your suitcase in the trunk of the car, alongside Larissa’s, you slid your sunglasses to the top of your head and sat in the passenger seat.

“I’m hungryyyyy,” you whined and flopped your head to the side. Laughing at your childish display, “I told you it would be a bit of a drive. You didn’t eat beforehand?” She obviously knew the answer. You shook your head and pouted. Larissa reached back behind your seat, and pulled up a small woven bag, filled with snacks. Gasping, you quite literally couldn’t be happier,” OH, you’re the best! You can pick what we snack on first,” you were too busy drooling over the multitude of snacks in your lap, you didn’t notice how her pale cheeks had suddenly been overtaken by a delicate pink.

The remainder of the drive to the hotel was full of snacking on treats, screaming the lyrics to songs, and Larissa adoring how peaceful you seemed as you slept. You even managed to make her a flustered mess when you insisted she wore your sunglasses to “shield those pretty blue eyes,” of hers.

When you two arrived, you were welcomed by both hotel employees and event volunteer staff. Larissa took it upon herself to check in and grab your room keys. “This is faaaancy,” you shimmied your way down the hall, towards your hotel rooms. “Hey Girlies! This whole floor has been reserved for the event tonight, so I’m assuming that’s what you two are here for,” a woman clad in a brown pantsuit, enthusiastically shook your hand. “I’ve got to run, it was lovely to meet you. Oh! Beware, the alarm clocks in this place have a nasty habit of going off at random hours,” she waltzed into the elevator.

“She seems very chipper,” Larissa chuckled as she pointed you to your door which was right next to her. “For sure, she was really purrrdy, too,” you said laughing. You didn’t seem cognizant as to the reaction Larissa had given to your words.

There was about 3 hours before the event started in the convention center of the hotel. Each of you chose to do what you wanted with the extra time, before you had to be ready and at the event. Your hotel room was modern, yet cozy. You had a comfortable bed with a plush blanket laying on top. The mini fridge was stocked with teas, juices, and waters of many brand names. You were thankful that the event coordinators gave you two free drinks. Grabbing a water from the fridge, you set out your outfit for the evening.

You decided to get dressed earlier than needed, you figured if you did it now, less of a chance you’d lose track of time. you wore a black long-sleeve top that accentuated your collar bones, a beige double-layered mesh skirt with black detailing that flowed around at your ankles, and adorned it all with a stunning citrine necklace and earring set.

Very quickly though, you got bored. What better way to entertain yourself, than to go hang out with a friend? You picked up the hotel phone, punched in a room number, as sat waiting for a response. “Hi, thank you for calling Pizza Place, how can I help you?” You held back a giggle, “I- you phoned me? I’m sorry I believe you must’ve gotten the wrong number,” confused as ever, Larissa had prepared to replace the phone on its stand. “No No! Rissa ! It’s me!” Laughing like a dork, you explained you were just messing with her because you were already ready and incredibly bored. “Oh you- haha, very funny,” she sarcastically chuckled, “you can come here and talk while I finish getting ready, if you’d like.” Less than a minute went by before you plunged the phone back down, grabbed your handbag, and knocked on her door. She tittered as she opened the door to your cheeky smile, before she stopped and admired you. “What? Oh, you like?? Look! It’s got pockets- oh! And,” you paused, stepping back and excitedly twirling around, “ISN’T IT MAGICAL?” She nodded in response,” yes, I love it. Certainly a magical outfit to fit such a magical person,” you giggled at her compliment, before you both moved into her room.

Larissa got ready in the restroom as you sat yourself on her bed. Talking through the open door, you went on and on about how much you anticipated speaking to the other teachers. They might have some good intel on how to keep the children engaged, or maybe they even have grand ideas about events to hold at the academy.

“Do you think that- woah…” looking up from your phone, “you look like royalty, Rissa,” in awe, you took in the sight. Swiftly turning her head in an attempt to conceal her blush, she grabbed her purse, “Thank you, Y/N. As do you, dear. Ready to go?” She asked, before you hopped off the bed, straightened out your skirt, and linked your arm with hers. “Absolutely.” If only you had noticed how much she flustered at the physical contact.

The venue was as elegant as you could’ve imagined. Taking in the scene, you both made your way into the crowd of people. Some quickly recognizing Larissa and moving in your direction. “Larissa, my, you haven’t aged a day,” a man with fangs spoke through a lisp. You stuck by her side as she conversed with principals from all over the country. You had never even seen some of these types of outcast in person. With a whisper, you informed Larissa that you’d be headed over to grab a drink from the bar. “Don’t be long, please. I’d much rather have you by my side than to speak with these people alone,” you smiled and assured her it wouldn’t be long. Selecting the finest lush red wine for Larissa, and an airy white for yourself, Larissa had found you back at her side. Thanking you as she swirled the glass, she took your arm into hers and began speaking to the woman who wore a dazzling hat, as to cover her snakes.

“Hey cutie!” It was the woman who spoke to you in the hall when you first arrived, “Goodness, you look ravishing,” looking over at Larissa who had glanced over for a moment,”You both do.” Complimenting her on her pantsuit, she invited you over to speak with her and some of the teachers from surrounding areas. “I’ll be over there, okay Riss?” Unlinking your arm, your allowed your hand to be taken by the other woman. Previously unbothered, Larissa was hastily overtaken by jealousy. The way the woman took your hand, and you allowed her to do it so easily. The way you nearly folded into yourself laughing at her jokes, the way you visibly flustered when she’d compliment you or she’d “accidentally” graze your skin. She felt possessive over you. She loved you, het you hadn’t noticed. Were the feelings not mutual? “God, this woman is practically throwing herself at her,” she thought.

Trying to spilt her attention in two ways caused Larissa to slip up in her disciplined demeanor. “What? I’m sorry, I lost focus for a moment,” she apologized to the man. She couldn’t care less about the statistics received from his school, her mind was completely overtaken by the thought of you. She completely lost it when she spotted that woman’s hand, resting on your lower back, as she introduced you to some of the higher up educators. What made you throw your head back in laughter? How was it that you so easily took such a liking to her? Would you have preferred to be here with her than with Larissa? She couldn’t help all the thoughts racing through as she quickly made her way to the other side of the room.

You often looked around the venue, trying to spot Larissa’s whereabouts. “Where the hell did she go?” You thought. Finally, about 30 minutes before the event was set to wrap up, you caught a glimpse of her leaning against the wall, nursing her glass of wine. “Rissa? Where’ve your been? I’ve been looking for you for almost the entire night,” you chuckled, still concerned. You received nothing but a hum in response as she downed the rest of her glass. “Rissa?”

“Enjoy the rest of the night, Miss Y/N,” she stood and pushed her glass into the center of the table. “Wait, what? Where are you going? We’re here together, silly. Are you okay?” Throwing questions at her, trying to stop her before she got to the doors.

“I-“ cut off by someone calling your name,

“Y/N! Some new friends and I are going to head to the pool after this, wanna come?”

Larissa scoffed and increased her speed, quickly exiting the venue. “Sorry, I’d love to, but I’ve got to go and help a friend with something.”

Racing through the lobby, you spotted Larissa just as the elevator doors closed. “Fuck,” running to the front desk to ask about the location of the stairs. Promptly speeding your way up the stairs, you made it to your floor just as Larissa had exited the elevator. Rolling her eyes, she continued her walk to the room. “Larissa! What’s wrong?” Shouting as you race behind her, “What the hell happened back there?”

“Please, go.” She shoved open her room door and went in. “I-“ using some strength, you pushed the door as she tried to close it,” Rissa, seriously, what’s wrong? Did someone do something? I may be short but rest assured I will take someone down for you,” finally pushing the door all the way open.

Pulling off her coat, she kicked off her heels. Reaching for her hand, she ripped her hand away from your grasp. “Please, talk to me, Riss?”

She let out a dry laugh. Setting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head up in an attempt to prevent tears from falling. “You- That woman-“ failing to get her words out she groaned in frustration. “What about her? Did you know her?” Stepping closer, you stood on your tippy toes, grabbed her face and wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. “Don’t do that!” startled by her sudden change in voice, you moved back.

“You can’t keep doing that!”

“Doing what?! I just-“

“No! You can’t just pretend like you don’t notice me trying to win your favor! Stop treating me as if you share the feelings i do! I keep-“ a sob breaking her from her sentence.

“Larissa, I don’t think I understand I’m sorry-“

She grabbed your cheeks, somehow both roughly and gently, and brought your lips to hers. You could taste the wine on her lips. It took a moment for you to process what was happening, but quickly you returned the effort. It was like everything stopped for a moment. Nothing existed, but her. “Oh,” was all that left your mouth as she pulled way. “Oh..oh god. Y/N, i am so sorry, i am so so sorry, i don’t know why I did that. I let my emotions get the best of me and I apologize if I’ve compromised our-“ she was too stuck in her anxious rambling that she didn’t notice you kicking the stool that sat by the desk. You dragged it with your foot, placing it just in front of her, before you stepped up. You spun her around and pulled her hands away from her face. Startled by the sudden height change, she spoke,

“What are you-“ letting out a hum as she melted.

“The feelings are mutual, Rissa. I promise,” you begrudgingly pulled away from her, not letting go of her face. “Did you just…use a step stool to kiss me..” You both looked down before she broke out into a small fit of laughter. “I.. yeah, yes, I did… and I’d do it again” you chuckled before kissing her once more.

“I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have allowed my feelings for you to ruin your night out,” she pouted. “Don’t be silly. I’m sorry that I hadn’t taken upon your advances. I have a hard time with cues, you know,” you brushed your thumb down her cheek, before she lifted you off the stool and placed you by the nightstand.

“That was quite the unexpected fervid display, wasn’t it,” she chuckled and wrapped her hand around yours. “Yeah, movie worthy, if I do say so myself,” smirking, you leaned up on your arm, “hey, so… you should totally kiss me again,” earning a good laugh from Larissa. “Is that so?” She gazed at your lips, memorizing every feature she could. Your heart began to race as you did the same. You never noticed how the apples of her cheeks were naturally, such a subtle pink. Pecking your lips once, she smirked as you let out a slight whine. “Cute,” she said before she smacked her lips against yours. You were completely enveloped in bliss as she bit your lip and delved her tongue between them. Moving your hand to her side, you traced her form. Gently moving your hand beneath her blouse, you trailed your fingertips to the clasp of her bra. Making swift work of it, she crawled her way on top of you, beginning to pull your top from your skirt, you moaned as her cold hands grazed over a sensitive area of skin. “Rissa you-“ startled by the sudden blaring of the alarm clock, you threw her off of you and both bounced away from the alarm. “HOLY SHIT, WHAT- oH… is that was that lady was talking about?” Both heaving from your previous attempt at “extracurricular activities” and the fear produced from the unexpected alarm clock, you busted out laughing. Making her way to shut off the alarm, Larissa picked up her coat and threw it on the bed. “We should get some rest, we can enjoy the day tomorrow before we have to head back home,” she gave a soft smile. You complied, still having a tint of a blush at the look of a slightly disheveled Larissa. “Goodnight, Rissa,” you made your way to your room next door. A few moments went by, Larissa had gotten settled into bed, before the phone started ringing, “Hello?” “Rissa, I’m bored again,” you admitted as she laughed on the other side of the phone.

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #principal larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday weems #larissa x reader #weems #weems x reader #what the fuck is writers block and who said it was okay to have

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hii! i wanted to request a laurel x reader where they are escaping the school after what laurel did. laurel finds the reader all bruised and bloody and helps her up and into the car. they keep driving for what seems like hours and they stop somewhere to get clothes and stuff and to find a place to sleep.

after that night is passed the reader wakes up next to laurel and starts freaking out about everything that’s happening. laurel reassures them and gives them some loving (light smut and a lot of fluff)

once they are back on the road laurel arrives at a cabin in the woods (where they will be staying its very far from everything). they get as settled as they can and laurel asks the reader to marry her after everything.

Yesss!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! If you like this plot, I've written one fic similar to this one. You can read it here :))))

Runaway love

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

Warnings: slightly smut, bad choices (or good ones, you decide), fluff

Word count: 3,641

Summary: She’s not the woman you know, she’s a terrible woman, and she wants you to go with her in a dangerous trip, the most important trip of your life

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

Your whole body ached. You had several wounds, they were bleeding. The cold floor of the Crackstone crypt poked into your skin like a pin.

You should have listened to her. You should have listened to Marilyn, to Laurel. You loved that sweet Marilyn, your teacher, that forbidden love that grew between plants and clandestine kisses. You loved her, not the psycho killer who revealed herself in front of your eyes in the conservatory.

She lied to you, she cheated on you. She made you false promises of a life together, of a promising future. You could bear the deception, being with a person who wouldn't exist, but you couldn't bear the fact that to achieve that dream life people had to die, your companions had to die.

Laurel told you to go with Tyler, to wait for her to come back to run away together. You couldn't do that. You had to interfere, you had to go to that horrible place to see how the love of your life kidnapped your classmate, tortured her, and all so that her ancestor, Joseph Crackstone, would be resurrected and could complete the revenge of your lover.

You were soft, weak. You tried to reason with her, to make her back off, but you couldn't, you didn't make it in time. Just when Laurel seemed to start listening to you, the pilgrim pointed his staff at you, calling you spawn, monster. You couldn't avoid the impact of that staff on you. You were thrown through the crypt walls, landing with a very hard blow to your arm.

You screamed on the floor as you watched that demon stab Wednesday Addams in the belly, while the redhead looked your way. You wanted to believe that you saw fear in her face, fear of losing you. That was what your heart saw, tirelessly screaming its love for her, the love you couldn't stop feeling.

“I'll come back for you, (Y/N), I promise,” she whispered before disappearing with that man.

You wanted to scream, to help your wounded classmate, but you couldn't, you fainted before you could see how your lover walked away.

You crawled so you could sit against the wall. There was no sound, just silence. You were terrified, Wednesday wasn't there, you didn't know how much time had passed, you didn't know what had happened.

You could just cry for the deceit, for the lie. You cried because of your feelings, which had hardly changed, but above all, you cried because of the uncertainty.

Footsteps on the grass alerted you. Your arm hurt too much, you weren't even able to stand up.

“(Y/N), oh my God, thank goodness you're fine.”

It was her, Laurel. The redhead seemed terrified, she was panting, surely from having to run. You looked at her with hundreds of questions on your face and with tears running down your cheeks.

“Laurel…” You sighed. She smiled sadly and nodded, crouching down in front of you.

“My girl… How are you?”

She was nervous, her whole body was shaking. You shook your head, stretching out your arm as far as it would go.

“Honey, can you walk?” She asked, stroking your injured arm.

“I don't know…” You said with a small voice. You couldn't help but look at her with resentment, but every time you saw her eyes, your whole body prevented you from feeling hate, feeling that resentment. You only felt love, and that made you feel disgusted with yourself.

The redhead looked back several times. It was obvious that she was running away, that she wanted to escape, and to take you with her.

“Where are we going?” You asked, hissing in pain as Laurel grabbed your waist, pulling you up.

She didn’t answer. She dragged you away from there the way she could. You were about to fall to the ground several times. You were weak, sore, and exhausted. You hardly even noticed what was happening around you, you just heard how a car door opened, and you got inside.

“That's it, very good, honey,” she said, also rushing into the car.

You didn't move, you were overwhelmed by everything that had happened, in a kind of shock state. Laurel buckled you up and started the car, driving fast with no lights.

“Shit…” The redhead whispered, seeing the reflection of blue and red lights near the car. She abruptly turned into a driveway and stopped the car between some trees. Patrol cars passed by and she sighed with relief, praying they hadn't seen you. Apparently they didn't.

You had a lost look, you didn't know where you were, who your companion was, you recognized her eyes, her voice, but you didn't recognize her soul.

“What happened?” You asked with a broken voice. Laurel looked in the rearview mirror, frowning, watching the patrol cars drive away from there.

“I couldn't do it," she said dryly. “I have failed.”

“Where are you taking me?” You asked scared by the cold gaze of your lover. “What happened to Weems, Wednesday and the others?”

“They're all alive,” she whispered. “But now you have to be quiet, okay? We have to get out of Jericho, out of Vermont, and we have to do it right now, you understand?”

You didn't say anything, you just let more tears roll down your cheeks. Laurel snorted and turned to you, running a hand up your arm. You pushed it away immediately when you felt a terrible pain.

“What's wrong with your arm?” She asked, with some concern. “Oh, my God...” She said as she rolled up your sleeve and saw a horrible purple, black, and all colored bruise.

She was thoughtful for a moment and then she got out of the car and opened the trunk, taking a small bag from it.

“Stay still, I'm going to heal that for you,” she told you, with an indifferent tone.

You couldn't blame her for being afraid. Probably all the police would be looking for her. At that moment you realized, she was a fugitive, and so were you.

With a few quick movements, she spread a cream over your arm and put a makeshift bandage on it. She tossed the things to the back seats and started the engine again.

“Where are we going?” You asked, desperate for an answer.

“We are going to live a life together, (Y/N), far from here. Just like I promised, do you remember?”

“That, that's not true, you're running away, they're chasing you,” you said, moving away from her a bit as you continued down the road.

“I wish it had been under different circumstances, (Y/N)…” She told you, looking at the road.

You didn't say anything else, you just leaned your head against the glass, watching how you leave your old life behind, everything.

The sun did not shine yet, but it seemed eternal to you. There was silence, nobody wanted to talk. You started to think about everything, but you were unable to utter a word. Your brain was thinking about what you had done, running away with her. Your heart was happy, knowing that you were with her. All those feelings together made you almost completely paralyzed.

Laurel stepped to the side again and turned on the car's interior light as she pulled out a map. You looked at her out of the corner of your eye.

“Well… There are secondary roads up to here, and then we can go by the tractors way…” She said to herself. Then she looked at you and sighed.

“Honey, dear…” She told you, caressing your cheek. “I promise you that everything will be fine. You have to trust me.”

You looked at her and slowly shook your head. The dream was terrible, your whole body ached, and the car ride was not helping at all.

“I'm very tired, Laurel…” You said, letting me caress you again. She huffed and looked at her watch.

“We've only been driving for four hours, my love, it will be dawn soon and…”

You sobbed, with your eyes lost and your body destroyed. Your face was the one of a living dead, pleading with your eyes. It seems that her expression softened a bit, clearly she was very sorry for you. That was good, it meant she felt something for you, something you had been wondering about for a long time.

“Okay, let me see…” she told you, looking back at the map. “Look, there's an old gas station two miles away, with a bit of luck they rent rooms. Listen to me, (Y/N),” she told you, grabbing your chin. You tried to pull away from her, causing her grip to tighten. “Listen to me!” She yelled.

You looked at her scared and swallowed. She was starting to scare you.

“We are going to stop at that damn gas station, you are going to sleep a little, and tomorrow morning you are going to be fine and we will continue our trip, do you understand me?”

You didn't want to upset her any more and you were too tired to get out of the car and run down the road. You nodded. Laurel frowned at you with a lot of anger in her eyes, but she kept driving.

Indeed, after a few minutes you arrived at a gas station that seemed abandoned. It wasn't, there was light.

“Come on, let's go,” Laurel said, helping you out of the car. “Look, (Y/N), they have rooms,” she said pointing to an old sign that announced the same thing.

You awkwardly walked into the small store, always held by the redhead. At the counter was a lovely old lady, who put down the newspaper she was reading and looked at you with a smile.

“Good evening, what…? Oh my God, what has happened to this poor girl?” The old woman asked, looking at you with fear.

“She had a car accident, I took her back with her parents, she was on vacation with her friends and…” Laurel lied. The lady put her hands on her hips, but she apparently believed it.

“Ah, youth, who knows what trouble this poor creature has gotten into,” she said, looking at you. You hid on Laurel's shoulder. Your eyes were swollen and would probably raise more unwanted questions.

“That sign outside... The one about the rooms...” The redhead said, sounding indifferent. “Do you still rent them?”

“Oh, of course,” the woman said.

“Perfect, it's a long trip and I prefer to rest a bit. Give us one.”

“Very well, safety first. I'm tired of seeing haggard truckers demanding tons and tons of caffeine,” She said kindly, taking a key from a drawer. Poor lady, if she only knew.

“Go up to the room, honey, I have to buy some things,” the redhead told you, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You shuffled up the stairs.

It was not the typical motel room. It was cozy. The bed looked like something out of a doll's house and all the decorations were adorable. It certainly didn't feel like a gas station room, it almost felt like you were at home.

You didn't want to delay it any longer. You lay down on the bed and after a few sobs you managed to close your eyes and sleep.

You woke up to the sound of birds. A dim light illuminated the room through the curtain. It was daylight. You shifted a bit, realizing that it hadn't been a nightmare. Your arm ached and your head throbbed. No, it wasn't a nightmare, you had escaped with her, with who had started all the problems. You didn't know where you were going, or what you were doing there. The shock you had the night before had already passed. Now rage and anger ran through your bowels.

You were not alone, she was by your side, stroking your back gently. She was sitting on the bed and you had your head in her lap. You jumped up.

“(Y/N), you're awake,” she said. She looked like she had slept too. She was only wearing the apple shirt she used to wear under her blue jumpsuit, and her underwear. You shook your head and got up immediately.

“Where am I?” You asked, looking around you, scared. Laurel blinked, her jaw dropping. She also got up from the bed and gestured for you to lower your voice.

“Shh, don't talk so loud, (Y/N). We are at the gas station, far from Jericho,” she explained to you with a calmer tone than the one she had the night before.

Her redhead tried to gently grab your shoulders, but you jerked away, backing away.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t, don't come close!” You yelled.

“Honey, please, don't yell,” she told you, visibly saddened by your reaction.

“You were to blame for everything. You fooled me, you fooled us all. You have, you have killed people, Laurel, and you have forced me to go with you, you have kidnapped me!” You screamed desperately.

“No, that is not so, honey. Please, calm down.”

“I don't want to calm down! I trusted you! I loved you! I… I! I hate you!” You said, throwing yourself towards her, hitting her chest with your fists.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” You yelled. After a few blows that were surely hurting her, the redhead grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You burst into tears “ I hate you…”

She pulled at you, hugging you to her chest, silencing your cries and sobs. You stopped trying to hit her and you felt weak, very weak.

“I know it's not true, my girl…” She whispered in your ear. “You're angry, I understand...”

“You don't understand… I loved you… I… I love you…” You said, moving your head on her chest and hanging on to her shirt.

“I know, honey… I love you too, I love you more than my own life. I just…I just wanted…to go with you, away from there. Give you the life that I have promised you...”

You shook your head, feeling how her perfume could change the way you see things. Your nerves began to calm down.

“Listen to me, (Y/N). I'm not going to force you to come with me,” she said, kissing your hair. “If you want, I'll take you back to Jericho... Is that what you want?”

“Really, You would do that?” You asked, looking up.

“Of course. I only care about your happiness. If I can't give you that happiness, I have no right to...”

She couldn't continue the sentence. You kissed her passionately.

A change in your feelings made you see things differently. You were on the run, yes, you were fugitives, yes. But you loved her, you wanted her. Living a life with her, away from people, away from prejudice, just her and you, was beginning to sound too good in your mind.

She looked at you raising an eyebrow as she brushed a lock of your hair away, tucking it behind your ear.

“Don't you want to go back?” She asked, caressing your cheek. You shook your head, hugging her again.

“No... I... I... I want, I want to go with you, Laurel,” you confessed, thus showing your true desires, your true feelings. You had doubts about what she felt for you, and that risky offer was an irrefutable proof that she loved you.

“Honey... You make me so happy,” she whispered, hugging you tightly. “You have to relax, okay? It is very important that you are calm. You have nothing to fear, I am with you and I will always be with you.”

You nodded, pulling away from her and sitting up on the bed. She sat next to you, caressing you gently.

“You're so good… So beautiful…” She whispered to you, touching your leg almost tickling you. You noticed some cramps, a familiar sensation. It wasn't worth just a few words, you wanted real proof, a love act.

“Laurel…To…Touch me, please…” You said in a low voice. She looked at you tenderly and pushed you to lie down on the bed.

“Okay, (Y/N), come here. Mommy is going to relax you a bit,” she whispered, lowering your underwear.

You wouldn't know how to explain it, but you never enjoyed as much as that morning. Her touch was slow, far from the abruptness with which she used to make love to you. She caressed you, she kissed you. She moved her fingers inside you as if you were something fragile, something precious, a treasure.

She told you not to yell, but you disobeyed. Her pace was so slow that you could feel her inside you for longer. You felt how little by little your conscience was taking away. You were exhausted, but you didn't feel any pain, not even in your arm. You only felt pleasure. A fleeting pleasure. Clandestine, adventurer.

“I love you…” You said between moans, about to reach your first orgasm as a fugitive. She smiled and curled her fingers into you, making your back tense and twist as you fought not to scream too much. You kissed her without having caught your breath, you wanted to love her, apologize for having doubted the love she felt for you. It was fast, like she was even more desperate for you to love her than you are. It was like a nightmare that turned into a dream, a very sweet one.

“Honey, it's impossible for someone to love you as much as I do…” Laurel whispered, buttoning her shirt again and getting up to get a tray that was on the dresser. “Look at this, that kind old lady has prepared breakfast for us.”

She put the tray on your lap and you realized how hungry you were, devouring those bacon and eggs as if it were your last meal.

“And there are more surprises in the car. I bought clothes for you and some music CDs for the trip. When you finish eating breakfast we'll leave, okay, honey?”

You nodded with your mouth full. Now you were excited, excited by that clandestine trip, by that adventure.

“Laurel…” You said, realizing that you didn't know an important detail. She nodded as she dressed, not taking her eyes off the curtains.

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, it's a surprise, (Y/N). I'm sure you'll love it...”

After breakfast, you said goodbye to that kind old lady and continued your trip.

Crossing the borders of two more states, the redhead finally breathed, relaxing completely, even singing with you some of the songs from the records she had bought for you. It looked like a vacation and you forgot it wasn’t at all.

You drove two more days. It was exhausting, but Laurel smiled when you arrived at a small town.

“Is it here?” You asked, looking out the window.

“Yes honey, this is our new home.”

At the end of a street, there was a path that led to a small forest. You were very curious but you didn't ask, you preferred to see it for yourself.

The redhead parked in front of a small cabin. You looked at it enthusiastically. It was small, cozy, and surrounded by nature.

“Come, honey,” she told you, opening your door. “We are already at home.”

You nodded and followed her obsessed by the beauty of that landscape.

The cabin was as cozy on the inside as it looked on the outside. It was made of wood, with a fireplace and furniture that smelled new. Behind a door there was a room with a double bed. It was bright, it was far from everything and everyone. It was perfect, much better than in your dreams.

“Well, what do you think?” Laurel asked, hugging you around the waist. “Do you like it?”

You nodded, causing her to laugh with pleasure.

“It's beautiful, Laurel, I can't imagine a better place…” You sighed, not wanting to stop smelling that cozy, varnished wood.

The redhead gave you a brief kiss on the lips and left the suitcases in the room while you observed every detail of your new home. You had done a crazy thing, but you would never forgive yourself for giving it up.

“Wait, I still haven't show you the best…” She told you, approaching you with her hands behind her back.

She reached out with one of her hands and took yours, caressing it gently and looking up at you with bright eyes.

“I have no words to describe the love I feel for you, (Y/N). I know you won't be able to forgive my actions, but I do know that you can love me, that you want to love me. I can't imagine a life without you, and I want to spend the rest of mine by your side. I don't know if you'll say yes, but I have to try, the love I feel for you compels me to do it.”

Saying that, she dropped to one knee and looked down at you nervously. You put a hand to your mouth, knowing what that position meant.

“(Y/N), my love, the girl of my dreams, will you marry me?”

You were overjoyed when you saw how from the hand she had on her back took out a small box with a shiny ring inside.

You were so excited that you didn't even respond immediately, making her even more nervous.

“I… Yes, yes, yes, yes. Of course I want to marry you.”

The redhead smiled with relief and let herself go as you pulled her into the most romantic kiss of your entire life.

You made mistakes, crazy things. You left Nevermore, Jericho, without looking back. You were chasing a dream, an impossible love that came true. Nothing mattered to you anymore, only your new life, the new life you would have with her.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #laurel gates #smut

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wintervalewritersecond · 2 years ago

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bus and bed buddies - rowan laslow

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requested: yes! requests: open! HII!! If you can of course, can you make some some of rowan laslow fic where it’s like enemies to lovers and only one bed tropes!:)) Thank you so much and i love your fics🤍

A/N: OOOH MY GOOOD i never knew how much i needed rowan fics and especially one like this!! i hope i did it justice, thank you for your request and enjoy! its not proof read and i wrote this when i was kinda tired, but i hope its still good :)

wordcount: 3.796 warnings: she/her reader, reader has the same powers as xavier, one bed trope, xavier is mentioned, cursing

Having to go on a mandatory school trip is already bad enough. Something to make it worse is being stuck in a room with Rowan Laslow.

"All right everyone," Principal Weems smiles as she stands at the Nevermore gates. "We will all be taking the school shuttle, so make sure you have someone to sit with you! We will be leaving in fifteen minutes."

Some people around you groan. You didn't even know what the trip was for - maybe the principal will abandon all the students before driving back herself. All you knew was that it was going to be an hour and a half on the warm bus, then be at the destination, and then finally return. Once you turn around, you see that most people have already formed a duo, including Devina and Kent. Those sneaky Sirens.

"Ah, Y/N," Weems smiles sweetly. "I see that you do not have a seat buddy yet?"

"Oh, no," you shrug. "Everyone I know already sits together."

The tall lady hums, looking through the crowd. She is certain that there is an even number of students that will go on the field trip. Her eyes finally fall on another lonely figure.

"Well, there is one more person!"

She calls Rowan over, and you immediately take a deep breath, closing your eyes before saying a quick prayer in your head. Everyone but Laslow.

"Rowan," she greets the boy. "As both you and miss Y/N have not found a bus buddy yet, I will assign the two of you together."

Before either of you can protest, she already walks off, leaving the two of you awkwardly standing next to each other.

For as long as you can remember, there was something going on between the two of you. There was never really a big fight that started it all - it just began one day. Rowan and you often disagreed on the smallest things, bickering about it until someone would finally split you up. He would use his telekinesis to cause minor inconveniences such as undoing your shoelaces or making your pen fall out of your hand as you were drawing.

"Everyone," miss Thornhill had also joined on the random trip. "To the bus."

You give Rowan a look before walking off. As long as you did not have to talk to him, it would all be fine. You really can't quite put your finger on when it started. You thought about it sometimes, but no answer came to mind. Maybe it started because he became your best friend's roommate, or maybe you once made a comment that didn't suit him well.

Whatever the problem might be, you aren't quite looking to resolve it.

Sure, you would not lie and say that he is ugly. To you, he is quite the opposite. The freckle underneath his eye, his neatly styled hair, and the way his fingers move when he flips the page of a book. It just sucks that he is an asshat sometimes.

"Are you going to get in, or what?"

You get pulled out of your thoughts as you stand in front of the bus, Rowan waiting behind you impatiently as his hand rests on the strap of his backpack. He looks annoyed.

"Jesus, ever heard of patience?"

You quickly step in, finding the last two bus seats before sitting in the window seat. Rowan looks at you blankly for a second before shaking his head.

"I want to sit in the window seat."

"Okay?" You shrug. "Too bad."

He debates if he wants to get into a fight now, but principal Weems tells everyone to buckle up, ready to drive to whatever the destination is. He plops down with a slightly defeated look, fastening the seatbelt as the bus turns on.

"I am getting the window seat on the way back."

You only roll your eyes, fishing your headphones out of your backpack before turning it on. If you were going to have to sit with him, then you needed some distraction. All the sound of the bus and chatter gets blocked out the second you turn your music on. Finally.

The ride was not that long, but definitely too long. The fabric of your jacket started smelling like the perfume that Rowan always wears. You hate how it smells. It smells like wood, flowers, and it even has some citrus and fruit undertones. It fits him - it's classic and elegant. You hate it.

When you glance at the boy next to you, you see that he has started wearing headphones as well, his eyes stuck on the book that he is reading. Reading in a moving bus? You wouldn't be surprised if he ends up throwing up. You would. After some short seconds, you avert your gaze to the window again, leaning your head against it before closing your eyes.

"Hey, idiot," you feel someone elbowing your ribs. "Wake up, we're at... Wherever we are supposed to be."

You rub your eyes. Have you fallen asleep? When you sit straighter, you see that everyone else has already left the bus, leaving you with Rowan. You give him a look before quickly getting your bag, following him out of the vehicle. Principal Weems stands in front of the crowd, a big smile on her face. Everyone only looks at her, asking themselves where they are and what exactly they will be doing.

"So," she starts. "Today we are in a place that once was a part of Nevermore grounds. It actually is the place where Nevermore was going to be built, but it got moved to Jericho. We are here today to go on a tour, see the beautiful nature, and there is a small assignment you have to finish."

Miss Thornhill hands out pieces of paper that have the instructions for the assignment. Of course, you couldn't just have gone on a normal field trip. Always some work that is attached to it.

"The building has now been transformed into a beautiful museum. Feel free to explore, but make sure to be back at five. Stick with your Buddy, as most of the assignment has to be made in pairs!"

You follow the rest of the group, trying to sneak in with others, but Rowan quickly calls you back. When you slowly turn around, you see him waiting with a grin, his arms crossed. He will do anything to get under your skin.

"You trying to get away from me, Buddy?"

"Shut up, Rowan," you shake your head. "I am not in the mood for your shit today."

"Well, you will have to," he shrugs. "Assignment is not going to make itself. I refuse to drop my grades just because you run off."

And so you were stuck with him for the entire day. You had tried to sneak off a few times, yet he always found you within thirty seconds.

"What is this?"

You stop after you see a small hallway, one that is barely lit. You had gone all the way to the end of the museum, kind of curious as to what every room had to offer. Now, you had ended up in an empty room. At least, empty of people except for you and Rowan. There are paintings on the walls and a big glass case in the middle of the room, showcasing some items.

Rowan follows your gaze, looking down the hallway. There is absolutely nothing - it must be an employee area. Maybe it leads to the exit.

"I see nothing special."

"Then you won't mind if I go check it out."

He looks at you blankly yet again.

"We are not going in there."

"Did I say we?" You raise an eyebrow. "I am going to check that little hall out."

The two of you are bickering again as you try to find reasons to go in there, but Rowan keeps pulling you back. You just want to be away from him for even one second. You have been stuck to his side the entire time, and most of the assignment has already been finished.

"There must be something there!"

You fish your phone out of your pocket, wanting to turn on the flashlight, but stop in your tracks when you see the time. 5:17.

"Shit."

You immediately push it back into your pocket, hurrying out of the room with Rowan following you closely. You had been arguing for so long, that you now were too late. Why is this museum so big? Where is the exit?

The doors finally come into view as you burst outside. The entire parking lot is empty, including the bus that had brought you to the museum. Did they really leave without you?

Rowan also exits the museum, almost dropping his bag as he stops next to you. He also noticed the bus missing as he lets out a groan.

"If you just had not tried to go into that stupid hallway, then we would not have missed the bus!"

"What? How is this my fault?" You point to the building behind you. "If you had just left me alone, then we would have been fine!"

Another ten minutes of bickering pass. The Nevermore bus had not returned yet, and the sun was slowly going down.

"Let's just walk," Rowan sighs. "The drive was like, thirty minutes. It can't be that far."

Oh, how he was wrong.

You had now been walking for thirty minutes, and the sun had hidden behind the trees even more. Clouds had collected above you, ready to burst open at any time. Your phone was on the brink of dying and there was no possibility of using Google Maps. Absolutely no service out here.

Both you and Rowan were quiet, saving your energy for the walk instead of just bickering. You are both tired and just want to sleep, but you feel like you are not even close to Nevermore yet. Why did they not check if everyone was there? You let out a sigh as a small drop falls on your nose. Shit.

A drizzle - not quite rain. But it was enough to make you feel even colder than you were before.

"Hey, look over there," you point. "Is that a town or something?"

"I think you might be right," Rowan mumbles. He had seen it on the way to the museum. "They must have someplace to stay and wait for the rain to pass."

The rain slowly gets a bit heavier as Rowan grabs your arm, pulling you with him as he starts running. The rain is now soaking through your shoes and socks, your hair clinging to your face. The town gets closer and closer, and you and Rowan hide under the very first place you can find. A closed grocery store.

You are quiet for a second, trying to catch your breath as you look up at Rowan. A laugh escapes your lips as he soon follows, taking his glasses off to clean them off. He barely saw anything - he just followed the faint lights he saw in the distance.

"That looks like a place to stay?"

At the end of the street is a small building which, you think, is supposed to say 'Hotel', though the H is not lit.

"Otel," you just nod. "Better than rain."

You quickly check your phone, seeing that the service is way better here. You type in 'Nevermore' as you gasp at the result.

"We are a two-hour walk away!"

"Jesus," Rowan groans. "Yeah, hotel it is."

The two of you run through the rain again, both annoyed at the feeling of wet shoes and sticky hair. The door of the 'otel' opens as you both step in, leaving a trail of rain droplets behind you. It is already close eight, though it is so dark outside, that it could be mistaken for three am.

"Hi," you smile at the person behind the desk. You barely get a reply, except for a lazy look and an eyebrow raise. "Uh, we would like to get two rooms, please."

"Okay?"

The man slowly starts tapping on his keyboard, clicking a few times before shaking his head.

"I only have one room available."

You look at Rowan for a second, raising an eyebrow as you await his answer. Bunking with someone who you dislike is not quite what you imagined, but neither of you wanted to walk through the rain for another two hours.

"Yeah, we will take it."

After paying, you both sling your wet backpacks over your shoulder again. Rowan leads the way, the key in his hand. He insisted on paying, not even reacting when you said you should at least split the cost. After all, you were both staying in the room.

"Room five," he mumbles before sticking the key in, unlocking the door. "I can't believe this place only has eight rooms."

"Small town," you shrug, flicking on the light switch as you walk inside.

The room doesn't look too bad. A bit cold, and the view might not be spectacular, but it's warm and dry.

"Hell no," you hear Rowan say.

You follow his gaze, seeing only a singular bed in the middle of the room.

"You gotta be kidding me," you react to him, dropping the bag on the floor. "This is a joke, right?"

"You heard him, dumbass. Only one room available."

You roll your eyes, shaking your head before pulling your jacket off and draping it over the chair.

"See, this wouldn't have happened if you didn't-"

"Oh, because it's always me, isn't it!"

"As a matter of fact, yeah! It is! It has been you since the very beginning," Rowan hisses.

The comment makes you quiet. What does he mean by that? He just sighs, placing his backpack on the floor before pulling everything out of it, hoping his notebooks and everything are still dry.

"I'll just ask for another room or sleep on the floor or something," Rowan grumbles, something that makes you confused.

He paid for the room, and now wants you to sleep in the bed? Sure, the bed is not huge, but it fits two people at least. Not only that, but you were not the one to pay for anything. And, as far as you understood, Rowan blamed you for missing the bus.

"You know that you paid for everything right? Why in the fuck would you let me sleep in the bed if I am the so-called reason that we are even here, to begin with?"

The boy shrugs, standing up straight before throwing his jacket on the ground.

"Guess my mother raised me well."

You stay quiet yet again, only nodding before sitting down at the edge of the bed. The room is deadly quiet, though it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

"You should shower."

"Why? If you say that it's because I smell bad," Rowan walks closer to you. "Then it's a bad joke. Besides, you might smell worse."

"No, dipshit," you roll your eyes, almost regretting being nice to him. "You get sick if you even think about sneezing. A walk in the cold rain can't be too good for you."

It is his turn to be at a loss for words. He only nods, disappearing into the small bathroom.

He returns after only a few minutes, his hair now damp and his wet shirt still draped over his torso. That can't be comfortable.

"What if we get our own side?"

You look up from your sketchbook, looking at the boy.

"You stay on that side," he points to the bed. "And I stay on this side. Both get the bed."

"You know what," you shrug. "Sure. As long as you don't pull the blankets in your sleep."

You had turned the small tv on after he went to get a shower, filling the room with some background noise. All of this made you think. Where did it really start? When did the teasing and comments start? All the bickering? Him using his telekinesis to pull your chair away from behind you, or you animating a mouse to scare him during class?

"What are you thinking about?"

Rowan almost hits himself in the head. Why is he curious about it? You only shrug in response, shaking your head.

"I just..." You push the sketchbook away from you. "When did it all start?"

He sits down on 'his' side of the bed, pushing the blanket away a little bit before propping the pillow up, leaning against it.

"Did what start?"

"Us being shitheads to each other?"

"You don't remember?"

You shake your head, leaning back onto the pillow. You look up at the ceiling, the texture of it keeping your mind occupied.

"From all that I know, it just suddenly started one day and then never ended."

"I mean, kind of," Rowan hums. "I remember it clear as day."

"You do?"

You turn to face him, seeing him nod as he looks down at you. His eyelashes look even longer from this angle, and even though the room is only dimly lit, it still makes his eyes shine.

"Yeah," he lets out a breathy laugh. "It was during class once. You sat next to Xavier, and he asked you why you were staring at me and joked about you liking me."

The memories slowly return as you furrow your brows.

"And you only responded with, and I quote, 'I don't like him, he is ugly'. I guess it just kind of got to me," he mumbles softly, fiddling with his hands. "So, I acted like an ass as well."

Your head rested on your hand as you dreamily looked at one specific point in the classroom. Rowan Laslow. He has been your classmate for a while, though you never really spoke to him. He was not the most talkative person, but he was absolutely mesmerizing to you.

"Jesus, Y/N," Xavier let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Why are you staring at my roommate? Do you like him or something?"

You get pulled out of your daydream as you quickly shake your head, regaining your posture as you let out a cough.

"Who? Rowan?" You let out an awkward laugh. "No, I don't like him. He's... ugly."

You regretted the words the second they came out of your mouth. He wasn't ugly - you never thought he was. The opposite, actually. The way his eyes shimmered in the light, the freckle underneath his eye, the way his arms look when he rolls up his sleeve. But you couldn't tell Xavier. All he would do is just make fun of you.

"Oh, shit," you mumble, sitting up as you look at Rowan.

He looks so different. Not different as in his face or hair, but his body language has changed. He looks more... Open. He doesn't seem like the cocky asshole anymore but instead looks a bit more insecure. He doesn't even dare to look you back in the eyes.

"Call me stupid, but I actually used to have a crush on you back then."

Rowan Laslow. A crush. On you.

"No way."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he now looks up to the ceiling. "You can laugh about it. The outcast of the outcasts likes- liked you."

You almost fall off of the bed in shock. Rowan actually liked you? You barely remembered the comment you made of him before, but now, you remember it all.

"No! No, I-" You shake your head. "I- Oh, this is going to sound so dumb."

Rowan frowns as he does not hear any insult yet.

"It's just," you sigh. "Xavier caught me staring, and I didn't want him to find out I liked you. I said that to get him off my back, but then I thought you didn't like me back because you only made comments from then on."

All secrets have been spread out. They are laid out right in front of the two of you, open for both to read.

You and Rowan had stayed up for hours after that, talking about everything and everyone. You laughed, even shed a tear, and then finally laid down on your backs, the lights off, but the tv still on.

"Rowan?"

You sounded like you were already asleep. Rowan softly chuckles, laying on his side to look at you. There is still a distance between your bodies, but you were facing each other. Your eyes were almost closed, but there was something that needed to be said.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "You're not ugly. I'm sorry I said that."

"It's fine," he just whispers back.

"It's not. I-I lied and you aren't ugly at all."

Another laugh escapes his lips as he looks at the small clock on the bedside table. Two in the morning.

"Go to sleep, we have to catch the bus early tomorrow."

It is 7 am, and both you and Rowan are already waiting at the nearest bus stop. In only a few minutes, the first bus of the day would arrive, one that will stop right next to Nevermore. The bus ride is only thirty minutes, and though it isn't raining anymore, you would rather sit in the bus than walk for two hours.

Your eyes are almost still closed as you wobble on your legs, almost falling asleep while you stand. Rowan is surprisingly well-rested as his arm seems to be the only thing holding you up. His hand is resting on the small of your back, your backpack resting on the ground. You barely even notice getting on the bus until Rowan sits you down next to him.

"Weems is going to be so mad," you mumble.

"Yeah, well," Rowan shrugs, "Shouldn't have left without her students then."

This evokes a giggle out of you as you nod, rubbing your eyes. Man, it is way too early to be up already. You breathe in deeply as you contemplate getting your headphones out of your bag. Not this time. You want to actually talk to Rowan. Even more, than you did yesterday.

You barely get the chance. Your eyes feel heavy and before you know it, they are closed. Rowan doesn't notice as his eyes are looking outside. As promised, he is sitting next to the window. He jumps a bit when he feels something drop on his shoulder, but calms down when he notices it's just you. Your eyes are closed and your hand is clutching the strap of your bag.

Rowan does nothing except for let out a soft laugh, slowly undoing your hand from the strap before running his thumb over your knuckles. He would do it all again.

The museum, the rain, the crappy hotel.

All of it all over again, only if it meant that he would be with you.

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