#weems x Thornhill x r
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Sick day in the dorm
Pairings: Principal Weems x Student!reader (platonic) || Marilyn Thornhill x Student!reader (platonic)
Word count: 1.8K
Summary: Reader doesn’t show up for class, so Weems and Thornhill grow concerned. What happens when your too sick to let them into your dorm?
TW: Throwing up, fainting, general illness stuff,
A/n First Wednesday Addams fandom fic!!!
Ms Thornhill was growing concerned. It was almost twenty minutes into her lesson, and you were still not here. Pausing the lesson to glare at the empty seat in the back of the classroom she decided to ask.
“Has anyone seen Ms L/n today?” She said watching heads snap up from textbooks around the classroom. Her frown only deepened when she heard a chorus of ‘no’s’ come from the class.
“If it helps Ms Thornhill… Y/n hasn’t shown up to any classes all day.” Enid said and Ms Thornhill’s feeling worsened.
“How come it hasn’t been reported?” She said. Enid simply shrugged.
“None of the other teachers noticed.” She replied and Ms Thornhill’s concern grew. It was almost the fifth lesson of the day; you should have shown some signs of life. She shoved her worries down, she would go check your dorm after class, she had a planning period next she could spare.
As the rest of the lesson passed, she got rid of her nervous energy by watering the various plants around the room. When class finally finished, she dismissed the students and folded all of her papers and placed them in her desk. Taking a quick glance around the classroom to ensure it would be ok until she returned, she left the room and locked the door behind her.
Walking down the halls to your dorm the school was quiet as the students had one more class until lunch. She rounded the corner until she was stood in front of your dorm door. You had a single dorm which despite being uncommon seemed to work quite well for you as you often needed your own space to recharge your social battery. Drawing a breath, she knocked on the door, frowning at the following silence.
“Ms L/n if you are in there, please let me in. Your absence is unacceptable.” Again, there was no response.
“If you don’t respond soon, I will enter.” She said knowing it was her responsibility to make sure you were safe. With no response she tried the door handle cursing softly when she found it locked.
After a minute she tried knocking again. This time she heard some shuffling inside indicating you were alive at least. After a moment the shuffling stopped, and she heard a loud bang. Knowing it was now imperative to get to you she called through the door again.
“Y/n sit tight I’ll be right back; I’m going to get the key.” She said hurriedly and raced off to principle weems office. Luckily your dorm wasn’t too far from her office. Which wasn’t surprising as you weren’t the most obedient student. You did well academically but were a royal pain in the ass when it came to your pranks and troublemaking.
Rounding a few more corners Ms Thornhill knocked in quick succession on the principle's door.
A soft “come in” sounded from inside and she burst in startling the principle.
“Marilyn what’s the meaning of this?” She asked raising a brow. Ms Thornhill braced her hands on her knees panting as Weems rounded her desk to place a hand on her back.
“Breathe Marilyn.” She said growing concerned. “Whats the matter?”
“Its… Y/n” she panted and the principle grimaced.
“What has she done now?”
“Not what… what she hasn’t done.” She caught her breath as the principle frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“She hasn’t been present in her classes all day and I went to her dorm to get her its locked. I heard shuffling and then a bang. I don’t think she’s ok.” She said and weems frowned.
“Come then.” She said motioning for Marilyn to follow as she walked briskly to you room, keys in hand. As she got closer, she fiddled with the keys to find the right one. The clicking of her heels stopped in front of your door.
“Ms L/n you are to let us in, or we will enter with the key.” Weems said needing to warn you. With no response Weems placed the key in the lock and listened for the small click as the mechanism turned over. Gently opening the door, she peered in not seeing you. Opening the door, the rest of the way she caught sight of you sprawled out on the floor by the desk unconscious.
“Y/N!” principle weems called and rushed over to your side, crouching in heels. Ms Thornhill was close behind as she sat behind you and pulled your head into her lap as she cradled your body.
“She feels quite warm Larissa.” She said and the principle shuffled to a kneeling position as she laid the back of her hand against your damp forehead. She hummed in agreement. After a moment to gauge your temperate she began to rub a soothing hand up and down your exposed arm.
“Y/n/n darling you need to wake up hun.” She said moving to tap your cheek. You looked exhausted. Dressed only in your sleep attire of a large, oversized T-shirt and boxers with little stars on them. The two teachers were unbothered more focused on ensuring you were ok.
“Larissa, do you know why she may have passed out?”
“Most likely due to her high fever. We will need to measure it and get her into bed once she wakes up. Until then i don’t want to move her.” Weems said as she gently pressed her hand to your cheek again to check the temperature of your skin. She frowned at the heat she felt. Moving to rub your arm again she began trying to rouse you again.
“Y/n/n wake up darling. You need to wake up for us love.” She said and watched your eyes screw up tight.
“There we go. Come on darling you can do it.” She said and squeezed your bicep as you blinked and squinted. Closing your eyes quickly and groaning.
“There we are. Welcome back darling. You gave us quite a scare.” She said knowing the worst wasn’t yet over until they had tamed your raging fever.
“Come here darling.” She said and placed an arm under your legs and back to lift you into a princess carry. Gently she sat on your unmade bed and swung her legs over, so you rested across her body.
“Marilyn could you please grab some medicine from the nurse and a wet rag?” The principle asked and Ms Thornhill nodded and left briskly.
“Hmm why didn’t you come find one of us darling?” Weems ask as she brushed the damp curls from your forehead. You mumbled something incoherent, and she chuckled as you buried your face in her stomach as you were completely unaware of what you were doing in your fevered state. Weems patted the back of your head and said softly.
“You're not so much of a troublemaker now are you darling? Hmm? This fever seems to make you quite the snuggler. your much less of a problem like this aren’t you darling?” She said and you hummed in agreement not really knowing what you were agreeing to. She chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.
“It's alright. Ms Thornhill will be back soon, and we can get some medicine into you darling.” She said and as if summoned, the teacher in question entered and handed over some tablets and a glass of water before going into the ensuite to dampen the rag.
After coaxing you into taking the medicine and pressing the glass to your lips the principle guided you head back into the crook of her arm. She pressed the thermometer to your temple as it beeped, she frowned.
“Marilyn? Do you have that rag? She’s far too hot. 102.8” she said, and you winced. “Sorry love.” She said softly as she stroked your cheek which was radiating heat. The normie teacher emerged and draped the cool cloth over your forehead as you whined at the cold contact. Weems shushed you.
“I know, i know darling but it will help.” She said pulling your hand away from where you tried to remove the cloth. She held you hand and looked back up at the other teacher. You rolled over into weems more and wrapped your arms around her midsection muttering something that sounded suspiciously like the word mama. Weems elected to ignore the slip up and began to talk in hushed tones with Ms Thornhill. You were incoherent and needed to be attended to.
The nurse was simply on call for the day meaning she wasn’t scheduled for a whole day whereas you would need constant surveillance in order to get rid of the fever that was tearing through you. You shivered in her arms and weems patted you back as you curled into her more looking for warmth. She winced at the heat; you were burning up. She pulled you away for a second ignoring your whine to check you temp again with her hand. She hummed. Before she could say something, you sat up looking pale as the cloth fell from your forehead and into the principles lap.
The normie teacher recognised the look all too well and was quick to grab the empty bin by your desk before darting back to place it in your lap. After a second you gagged and buried your face in the bin. Your hand gripped onto the bin tightly as Weems placed a hand on the bin to steady it, her eyes widening as you began to actually throw up. She rubbed you back while Ms Thornhill whispered words of reassurance as you were sick.
“It’s alright, its ok Y/n/n. Everything’s ok.” She said as you began to cry, confused and sick from the fever. After minute the gagging stopped, and you flopped back against principle weems shoulder burying you face in her neck. Ms Thornhill who you hadn’t seen leave handed you a small cap of mouthwash as you swished it around and spat it into the bin.
The teacher wordlessly took the bin to the bathroom after ensuring you were done. Weems pulled you back into her lap on the bed as Ms Thornhill washed out the bin in the shower without complaint. After a moment lying in her arms Weems replaced the cloth which was still cool somehow and watched your eyes flicker shut.
“Sleep now Y/n I’ll be here when you wake darling, I’m not going anywhere.”
She said and you fell asleep there on your bed in your nightclothes in the arms of your principle with your botany teacher cleaning out your vomit from a bin in your bathroom. Forget fever dreams your life was insane.
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#principle weems#Larissa weems#weems#Marilyn Thornhill#student reader#platonic reader#Wednesday Addams#nevermore#sicfic#illness#throwing up#fainting#comfort#hurt/comfort#whump#fluff#slight angst#weems x r#thornhill x r#cold#flu#fever#missing#dorm#nevermore student#Netflix#sick reader#sick r#r is sick#weems comfort
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Hi! I would like to make a request
Pre-relationship Larissa and teacher reader, Larissa is jealous of reader with other teachers, but "she can't say anything because they don't have a relationship yet" something Angst with a Happy ending pretty please :)
Misunderstanding
Larissa Weems x reader
Summary: Larissa thinks you and Marilyn are dating
Warnings: drunk r and tipsy Larissa, that’s it ig
She has to put a stop to this. Her frustration at you always gets to her when you're close to Marilyn, her hands are never not touching you. Whether it may be a hand on your waist as she laughs at your jokes, or on your back as she hugs you.
It was painful, to say the least, watching you with someone else. Her jaw clenched at the sight of you and Marilyn standing next to each other on the first day of Parents' weekend, hands almost touching as you both watched the students interacting with their parents with soft smiles on your faces.
She must look like an idiot, she thought. Staring at you from afar like some obsessed creep. She had to let you go, you looked happy with Marilyn, and she wouldn't want to ruin that for you.
Her heart ached as she saw you laugh at something Thornhill whispered in your ear, your hand on her shoulder as you contained yourself. She wanted to make you laugh like that.
When she decided she'd seen enough, she turned her back to you and walked to her office, deciding she'd just drink her sorrow away. You were not hers, and she was not going to bother you anymore.
An hour later, there was a knock on the door. She gulped her glass of wine and hoped whoever it was will leave her the hell alone.
They did not, she deduced when the door was opened and shut quickly. She heard a breathy laugh, "Rissa? Watcha doing here?"
She closed her eyes, not really knowing what to say to you. "Hm?" she turned her head to look at you. You were changed out of your dress to a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt since it was pretty late.
You looked..cute. Cozy even. But she had to take her eyes away from you before it was too obvious she was ogling you.
"I um.." she began, "got tired, I guess" she gulped down another glass of wine before turning to look at you to see if you were still there.
Not only were you still there staring at her with a raised eyebrow, but you were also sitting in her chair, your feet propped up on the desk as you twirled the ends of your hair. You were obviously drunk.
She could feel her heart beating fast in her chest, and she cursed herself for being so obvious. "Do you want me to leave?" you asked, and she shook her head. "No, it's fine.." She sat back on the sofa, closing her eyes as she tried to ignore your scent that filled the room.
The more she tried to ignore it, however, the stronger it got. She jumped as she felt your breath on her shoulder. How could you move this quietly while you're absolutely wasted?
"Is everything okay?"
She turned to face you, her eyes meeting yours. She felt a lump in her throat and struggled to get her words out. "I just...I saw you with Marilyn earlier and I realized that I need to stop... this thing that I have for you. You're happy with her, and I don't want to ruin that for you."
"What?..Marilyn? Oh..no" You let out a laugh that turned into a howl, She couldn't help but feel stupid.
You were both drunk and you shouldn't be having this conversation because judging by the state you were in at the moment, it was obvious you hadn't fully comprehended what she was trying to say, or so she thought.
You looked at her with a soft expression, your hand on her arm. "Larissa. Marilyn and I are absolutely not dating. And I know I've been oblivious because I've been so focused on this parents' weekend thing, but I don't want to lose you because of a misunderstanding. You mean so much to me."
Tears prickled in her eyes as she listened to your words. "I don't want to lose you either" she whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Before Larissa could realize what you were doing, you plopped onto her lap, your grin almost generating one of her own.
"You're lucky you're cute.." she mumbled, letting your hands travel to her face to stroke her flushed cheek.
"Am I?" she hummed, and before she could say anything, your lips were on hers in a sloppy but warm kiss.
Her hands automatically went to your waist, pulling you closer as your tongues fought for dominance before the two of you let go to catch your breaths.
You grinned as you joined your foreheads, nuzzling your nose against the older woman's.
"Rissa?" you whispered
"hm?"
"Can we get Pizza?" the laugh she let out was more of a snort as she stood up and carried you bridal style.
"And here I thought you'd say something sexy for once" she smirked, shaking her head at your state.
"Is that a yes?"
"yes, love. We can get Pizza"
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Failed relationship
(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)
Summary: You meet Wednesday Addams, and quickly develop feelings for her, which leads to the two of you to start a romantic relationship. But things don't always go as expected...
Warnings: angst, Wednesday has a phone
a/n: this is very personal (by that I mean it’s what happened with my ex lol), sorry if you don't relate to r like you usually would
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
The beginning of the semester had been marked with the arrival of a new student at Nevermore; Wednesday Addams. The second she stepped into the classroom, she caught your attention.
You didn't exactly knew why, but you felt like you could get along well.
The only thing was you had no idea how to start a conversation with her. It was not easy to catch her before she left the class after the bell had rung; she was really quick to walk away, you barely had time to close your pencil case that she was already gone.
But a few weeks after the semester had begun, the perfect opportunity came to you.
Yoko had been sent to the infirmary for a 'garlic incident', and Wednesday would replace her as the Black Cats' co-captain.
"You should put some gloves on" you told her as she walked past you
"Excuse me?"
"I said you should put some gloves on"
"Why is that?"
"There's no rules in the Poe cup, who knows what your opponents could have put on the oars"
Wednesday stared at you, seemingly thinking about what you just said. Then, she nodded slightly, showing that your remark was valid.
"I'll ask Enid for gloves then."
She turned around, ready to leave.
"I don't think she has an extra pair. But I can lend you mine if you want" you offered kindly
There's a little silence before she faced you again and spoke.
"Why would you do that? You owe me nothing."
"I know, I just- I just want to help"
You handed her the gloves with a gentle smile, waiting for her to stop looking at you suspiciously. Eventually, she took the gloves. Her fingers brushed over yours in the process.
She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Enid shouted at her to come in the boat as the race was about to start.
"You should go, if you really want to humiliate Bianca" you smiled
She nodded and made her way to the Black Cats' boat, putting the gloves on.
As expected with Wednesday on the team, Ophelia Hall won the Poe cup, for Bianca's greatest misfortune. After the race, when Weems was busy congratulating the team, the ravenette came to you.
"You were right; there was indeed something on the oars. How did you know?"
"I saw Bianca going out of Miss Thornhill's class with a jar last night, and thought it had something to do with the Poe cup"
"So it was just an assumption. It could have been for more innocent purposes." she paused "What is it exactly that she took from Miss Thornhill's greenhouse?"
"I have no idea, I couldn't see" you sighed, shrugging
There was a little silence before she started talking again.
"Would you mind if I kept your gloves for some time? I would like to study this mysterious substance."
"No, of course, you can keep them! You'll tell me how your investigation go?"
She frowned, wondering why you would be interested in that, looking at you, then at the ground, then back at you, and nodded slightly, before walking away.
You smiled to yourself as you watched her made her way into the school; now you had an excuse to talk to her.
As expected, approaching her was way easier. You talked quite a lot the next weeks, first about what Bianca could have put on the oars, but little by little, the conversation drifted to more personal things; you got to know each other a bit more during this week.
You didn't want to go too fast, but you were pretty sure she saw you as a good friend.
This thought was confirmed on Friday, right after you learnt one of your teachers wouldn't be here that day, which would give you a 4 hour long lunch break.
You were internally celebrating, already thinking about what you would do, when you noticed a little paper on your desk. You frowned, wondering from where it was from, before taking it and unfolding it.
On the paper, there was only a phone number and two words 'Weathervane, 3pm.' written in perfect cursive, with what seemed to be a black fountain pen.
You looked up to Wednesday, who was sitting in front of you in class. She was facing away from you, but you were sure the note was from her.
You didn't really know how to react; you didn't expect her to have a phone, let alone passing you a note with her number written on it.
During lunch break you thought about texting her but didn't know what to say. Her note was pretty clear, there was no questions to be asked. Why did she give you her number then?
You decided not to question it for now; you were really excited to see her this afternoon, and a bit nervous too.
You didn't exactly know what your feelings were when it came to her, but you were the only thing you were sure of was that you would definitely not mind if your friendship evolved into something else.
You arrived at the Weathervane 5 minutes early and took out your phone. Now this was the perfect occasion to text her.
'Hey Wednesday, it's Y/n. Just to let you know that I'm here :)'
Why did I put an emoji...? you asked yourself, staring at your phone, questioning your life choices.
Her reply was quick: 'I'm already inside.'
You looked up from your phone and turned to face the café. She was, indeed, inside, waiting for you at a table. Great, you thought, now I look like an idiot.
You entered the café, already embarrassed, and walked to the ravenette, sitting in front of her.
"Hi, sorry, did you wait a long time?"
"I got here five minutes ago. I prefer being early. Do you want to drink something? A coffee, perhaps?"
"I- I have to confess... I've never been here before, so I have no idea what they sell... What do you advise me to order?"
"That's quite surprising, I thought all the students always came here. Don't you think it's a bit risky that I choose your order for you? You will probably not like it."
"It's okay, I trust you. I'm sure I will like it" you replied with a smile
She took a moment to look at you, considering your request, before pointing a drink on the menu.
You smiled, and then ordered what she had advice you to try.
"Is it what you expected?" she asked after you took a sip of your drink
"I don't know what I expected, but it's really good! I knew I could trust you"
You gave her a joyful smile as you took another sip. It definitely was really good; you were sure to come again and order that from now on.
"What do you want to talk about now that we have our drinks?" Wednesday asked
"Oh uh... I don't know, I didn't think about that... I'm not really good at that; socializing"
"I can't say I'm the best at it either." she paused "Perhaps we could start by talking about our day?"
You nodded at her words.
"I think it would be a good start"
The rest of the hour you spent together went well, you enjoyed your time with her. And you started to think she did too.; the next day, you spent most of the day texting each other.
Wednesday happened to be a bit more talkative than you imagined, especially when you were debating on books. But that was not what you were talking about right now.
Wednesday: I'm going to kill them.
You: Whoever you want to kill, please don't! I wouldn't want you to go in jail
Wednesday: If I had to kill anyone, nobody would know. I'm too good at it.
You: Oh, sure. If you need help to hide a body, I'm here
Wednesday: Be careful, I could call.
You: I don't mind helping, especially if it's you
The conversation continued on that theme for a moment, before it drifted onto something else. You had mentioned your ex at one point in the conversation, and added that you missed having someone to love.
Wednesday: It will come back. Soon, perhaps.
You: Yeah, maybe sooner than expected (even tho I don't expect much)
Wednesday: Unexpected always happen.
You starred at your phone for a solid 5 minutes after this, trying to figure out whether her text had a hidden meaning or not. Especially since you just agreed on seeing each other on Monday, meaning in two days.
That could mean she knows I like her, and maybe she likes me too! Or I'm just overthinking again... you thought.
The conversation you had the next day only confirmed that thought, to your greatest happiness.
Wednesday had just paid you a compliment, which was getting less unusual as time went by, and you told her you were not used to be talked to like that.
Wednesday: I can imagine that, considering how your ex was. Are you sure you don't want to give away her name?
You: You're not wrong. And yeah, I don't want to "snitch"
Wednesday: You really are too kind. I already had the knife ready.
You: Oh, please don't. She's not worth it
Wednesday: I won't. But I do love dark humor. And if she ever tries to be near you again, I will put that knife to good use.
You: I appreciate it, but why would you do that?
Wednesday: First, because I'm jealous. Second, she only deserves it.
You smiled behind your screen. She was jealous, hm? Maybe she did like you after all.
You: I didn't think you would be jealous! But you're right, she kinda deserves it
Wednesday: I can be. But I've always been told it was not something good, so I don't show it often.
You: Personally, I think it's cute! As long as it's not extreme jealousy of course
Wednesday: I'm never extreme, you should know that.
You: Yeah, that's why you totally don't spend your night trying to analyse what substance is on my gloves since the Poe cup. Don't forget to take some time to rest, okay?
Wednesday: I know, I will. I'm... really looking forward to our meeting tomorrow.
You stayed frozen for a second, not expecting her to say that. You had to double check to be sure you weren't hallucinating. The text was still here, so it was really real.
You: That's one of the only reasons why I'm excited about tomorrow, this little moment with you
Wednesday: Are you sure? Because it looks like you want me dead. My heart is beating incredibly fast, I think I may have a heart attack.
You: I clearly get what you're feeling right now... I feel it too. But it's okay, it's a good heart attack
Wednesday: If we're going down that path all the time, by the end of the week I'm writing you dozen of poems.
You could feel your face burn now. You didn't expect things to escalate so quickly in one night. Because this was flirting, right? It looked like it, at least.
You: Is that- are we... flirting right now...? Sorry I'm really dumb but I want to make sure we're on the same page... Cause I'd like to flirt with you, if it's okay...
Wednesday: I wouldn't mind if you were to flirt with me.
You put your phone away, covering your face with your hands to stop the burning of your cheeks, and rolled on the floor of your room. That means she likes me, ljkhgjhkjhljgfkh!!
You took a minute to compose yourself and grabbed your phone again. Your hands were shaking a bit.
You: So... can we consider tomorrow's meeting as... a date?
Wednesday: If you want to call it that way, I don't mind calling it a date.
You: I'd be more than happy to call it a date with you
Wednesday: A date it is, then. It sounds... great.
You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You were kicking your feet, smiling uncontrollably. You had a date with Wednesday Addams. You never thought it would be possible.
You talked a bit more that night, before eventually going to sleep. Or at least trying to. You were so excited for your date; you didn't know if you would be able to sleep.
A few weeks after that night, you started to question things. Wednesday and you went on more dates, but your relationship was still undefined.
You didn't think you could be called friends, at this point. But you didn't know if you could be called girlfriends either, or if she wanted you to be girlfriends.
You had already asked her what you two were, and she replied that she didn't know, that you would figure it out together, which did not really help. So you decided it was time to make a move.
You took a deep breath, grabbed your phone, and started typing: 'Hypothetically, if I asked you to be my girlfriend... what would you say?'
She took a moment to reply, during which you started overthinking the whole thing. But out of all the different scenarios that had popped in your head, her answer was none of them.
In her text, she said that you had ruined her plan, that she had planned a more... romantic way to ask you out. So you suggested to erase this conversation from your memory so she could do what she had planned on.
Her romantic side always surprised you, but you weren't complaining. You really liked it, and whatever she wanted to do to ask you out, you were sure you would like it too.
Maybe two weeks later, Wednesday suggested you go on a date, at night. Of course, you agreed; you were always happy to spend more time with her.
She took you somewhere in the forest surrounding Nevermore. You walked for a little while, until you finally saw a blanket on the ground, with all that is necessary for a picnic.
You had a good time with her, laying on the blanket under the stars after you finished eating. It was very romantic, especially since at one point, she played some music on a Bluetooth speaker.
'Lover', by Taylor Swift. Totally not her style of music.
You looked over to her with a questioning look.
"There is something I want to tell you, Y/n."
"What is it?" you said gently, smiling
"... I find it really pleasant to go on dates with you. I would like you to be my girlfriend."
You blushed at her words, not expecting her to ask you out at this moment. She must have seen it, because her lips curl up a bit.
"Is it a yes?"
"Of course it's a yes!"
Your now official couple statut didn't change a lot of things between the two of you. Except that now you could call her your girlfriend, and vice versa.
Oh, yes. There was one little change; she showed her care for you a little more.
One day during winter, you both went ice skating. You were not really good at it, but it was fun anyways. Wednesday even offered you took her hand so you didn't fall too much, as she was really good at ice skating.
Offer that you accepted, of course.
But at one point, you decided to try and go by yourself, which resulted in you falling miserably after you took too much confidence.
Wednesday came to rescue you with a slight smirk.
"I look so dumb..." you mumbled, blushing in embarrassment
"I would rather say you looked cute."
"If I may... I'd prefer you call me yours rather than cute" you said quietly, almost as a joke, as she helped you get up
"Oh, you're mine, don't doubt it, cara mia."
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Wednesday and you hadn't really talked in weeks. It was limited to 'hello' when you saw each other in the hallways between classes. You tried to discuss it with her, but never knew how to bring that up.
You suggested you both go out to spend a bit of time together, but she was always busy. 'Another time' that's what she said. But said time never seem to come.
You talked about it with Yoko, your best friend. She told you to do exactly what you already did, that it was nothing, that you just needed to talk about that.
But deep down, you knew.
You could feel it wasn't just 'nothing'. It was more than that.
Yet you still had hope.
"Y/n."
You turned around, hearing her calling you. You finally managed to find a moment to discuss the problem.
"Wednesday, I-"
"We should talk."
You felt your heart sink at her words. It was never good when it started that way.
"Yeah, I was thinking that too..."
"Is there a particular thing you would want to talk about?"
"Maybe the fact that we don't talk anymore, that we almost never see each other anymore...?"
"Indeed. I think it's a must, instead of talking about it with our friends."
You nodded.
"What can we say about that? Is it because... we're falling apart? Or just because neither of us really has time?"
"We surely don't have the time. But we don't try to have it either. Or at least, I don't anymore." she paused "And I'm not 'falling apart'. Rather that I made it clear with myself about the fact I was not going to fall."
Your heart ached at her words.
"So uh..." you gulped, throat tight "What does this mean, for us...?"
She doesn't answer just yet, taking the time to consider your question.
"Don't you think we should just break up?" she finally said "What is your point of view? I don't want to do it without expressing yourself about the last two months."
It took every ounce of strength you had to hold back your tears.
"I- honestly... I'm not really doing okay not seeing you, or talking to you... I... I miss you, Wednesday..."
The ravenette nodded slightly.
"It's simply that... I don't get the spark. Or whatever it's supposed to be. I don't feel it."
"Oh..." you said quietly "Maybe we should just break up then... I- trust me, I don't want to; I'd like to give us a chance... but if you don't feel like it, it's okay..."
"We don't work well, but not to the point to break up. We just don't try."
What do you mean we don't try? I- I feel like I'm doing everything I can to make it work... you thought.
"And I know, I'm often busy, so not really caring. But I warned you. As for in class... It's rather uncomfortable for me to be next to you. I have no clue on how to act." she continued
"You don't have to force yourself in anything- if it really makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to sit next to each other... And if it's really not working..."
"I don't know if it's working. Don't get me wrong; you don't make me feel bad. But you don't make me feel incredibly good either. Nobody does."
"So we just... stop here...?"
You tried your best not to make it too obvious your voice was shaking.
"... I think we should."
The aftermath of the breakup was... a bit weird.
That very night after it ended, you cried yourself to sleep. The next day, you had to hold back your tears while in class, and almost broke down when your friend asked you if you were okay.
But the next week, the one before your school trip, was okay. You didn't think about that, you were too busy preparing your things for the trip.
It was the same during the 10 days that lasted the trip. You were too busy to think about it, and too tired at night not to fall asleep almost instantly.
When it really became hard, was a few days after you went back home; one night, you broke into tears. You cried for more than an hour. As if it was only now that you realized things were really over between the two of you.
You felt so dumb. You should have known it was too good to last. You should have seen it coming. By the way she kept cancelling your plans, or be late to the ones she didn't cancel; by the way you barely had a real conversation at one point; by the way she never said she loved you, or liked you, or nothing like that -which didn't bother you at first, knowing her, but after all that happened, it seemed obvious.
And the fact that Wednesday and you were in the same class did not help. Especially since she seemingly had no problems talking to you after all that, like nothing happened.
It only hurt you more. She seemed to have moved on quickly, almost like she didn't care.
4 months after the breakup, you were doing better. At least that's what you tried to convince yourself of.
You had almost no problem talking to her now and were not thinking about your relationship anymore.
But one night, as you were slipping under the covers, you kicked a plushie. You frowned and grabbed it.
It was the bat stuffed animal she had bought you for your birthday.
You couldn't throw it away. You were attached to it now.
You looked at it for a little while and brought it to your nose. It didn't smell like her anymore.
A new wave of sadness washed over you, and tears began to fall.
You couldn't do it anymore. You had to find a solution to stop having breakdown because of this failed relationship.
Only one thing came to your mind. Writing.
And that's what lead you to sit in front of your computer, 40 screenshots of your conversations with her on your phone, ready to flaunt your feelings on paper.
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I’ve read everything in your angst section for Larissa and I thought I’d request something angsty too.
can I request one where Larissa and reader are in a relationship but Larissa realized that she’s fallen out of love and she’s fallen for someone else. she tells r and breaks up with them, already prepared for r to get mad and yell but instead they just sigh and nod because they feel defeated. r moves out but since they’re a teacher at Nevermore, they just try their best to avoid Larissa while they process things. everyone notices the shift in r’s demeanour but r assures them that they’re fine until Marilyn sits down with them and r finally confesses how much it’s been affecting them.
you can decide what the ending is. whether it’s happy or not. I just want the angst in the middle. thanks!
happiest I’ve ever been {l. weems}
summary: req above !
relationship: larissa weems x reader and marilyn thornhill x reader
extra/warning: angst, breakup, surgery and talks of death.
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“Y/N, I need to talk to you urgently.” Larissa called to you from the door frame of your office, looking up from your work you smile at her and indicate for her to come in.
“Sure, what’s wrong Liss?” You ask worry evident in your voice.
“I don’t think our relationship is going to work anymore, I like someone else.” She confesses, watching your body language hoping for an indication on your emotions but you sat there; still, not moving a muscle just staring directly at her.
“Okay, I’ll get the divorce papers tomorrow.” You nod your head after a moment. Standing up and walking back to your desk leaving Larissa to sit there, lips pursed.
“I think you should go Larissa.” You say, not looking at her but you can here the movement of her body standing up from your couch and the clicking of her heals moving to the door.
“I’m sorry y/n,” you hear her whisper before the lock of the door clicks signalling that your by yourself. Leaning back in your chair you look up at the ceiling, trying to prevent the lonesome tear that threatened to spill down your face though it was useless you could feel the salty tears pouring down your face. Burying your face in your hands, pulling at your hair.
Was it your fault that she had fallen out of love? Had you done something wrong? Why?
Each day that followed was constantly full of the happy memories you had made in your relationship with Larissa. The work on the end of your desk piling up, your class becoming more loud but you were stuck in the past; always off in a daydream. You were at nevermore physically but mentally you were off in your own little world.
Marilyn was the person your dorm kids had turned to when they realised something wasn’t right. When a first year had went knocking on your door and there was no response they went to collect an older student, no matter the knocking there was no response.
Marilyn’s door was sprung open, she expected one of her dorm members to be there but came as a surprise when students that belong to yours came through the door with a scared expression.
“What has happened?” She asks leaning forward beckoning them more into the room.
“Miss Y/L/N … she hasn’t responded … we think somethings happened.” One of the three manages to get out in between the rigid breathes they were taking. She stood up quickly demanding for them to “take her to you”
The five minute trip to Falcon Hall, where your office sat felt long, almost to long. Letting the students go, with reassurance she’d check on you. Pushing the door open, it was a shock to find it open but nonetheless she still announced her arrival.
“Y/N! It’s Marilyn, can we talk?” It wasn’t a choice, Marilyn wouldn’t be leaving until she found out what had upset you for the past few days. The room was quiet making it hard for her to find you but eventually she found you sitting on a chair on your balcony.
“You’re students were looking for you, they needed your help!” She chastises you.
“Right, and who will help me when I need it?” You whisper, looking up at her. It became more clear that something was terribly wrong when the sparkle that your eyes used to hold was gone.
“y/n/n, what’s wrong? You can tell me..” she begs kneeling down until your eye to eye.
“Larissa, she broke up with me a few days ago saying she loved someone else! Did ten years of marriage not mean anything to her.” You manage to get out through hiccups.
Marilyn’s heart plummets, Larissa hadn’t told you the news.
“Y/N, Larissa doesn’t love anyone else.. she has surgery today and the doctors say she most likely won’t make it.” The silence is deafening, the news hits you like a ton of bricks and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself but breakdown, Marilyn holding onto you making sure you don’t do anything.
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Hi I hope you have a great day/night. I love your work and I wanted to request something please (if you don't want it's totally okay)
So I want to request a Marylin with Student reader but R is Larissa daughter. R and Mary are already but they didn't tell to Larisa yet and one day she caught them and confronted them.
Thanks you and see you next time
Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))
The Weems girl secret
Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader
Warnings: Angst, fluff, reader is Larissa’s daughter
Word count: 5,484
Summary: You were the Principal Weems’ little girl, but you have a big secret that you try to hide the best way you can
N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays and for not posting this week, I’m having a very stressful time at work :((( I’m sorry about that, I love you all, and thank you for your support
“How are the classes going? Miss Green told me that you are a prodigy in literature...” Said your mother, Larissa Weems, in one of her infinite attempts to stop feeling guilty about sending you to Nevermore, the school of which she was the principal.
You shrugged as you took a sip of your chocolate milkshake.
“I guess so,” you sighed.
Larissa looked at you, analyzing your gestures.
“Come on, talk to me (Y/N), you can't stay angry with me…” She told you. You smiled wryly.
“I'm not angry, it's just that everyone knows that I'm your daughter, no one tells me anything at all. It's frustrating,” you said, crossing your arms and constantly looking at the clock. “I have to go.”
“You have to go? Where?” Your mother asked, arching an eyebrow. Even when you did everything she told you, you couldn't get rid of those uncomfortable interrogations.
You shifted in the chair, nervously looking everywhere.
“Well, to sleep, I'm very tired today,” you said, faking a yawn.
Larissa looked at you suspiciously. You weren't good at lying, you didn't know how to lie and you never needed to, but on that occasion you had to do it, it was more than obligatory.
“Darling...” Your mother sighed, preventing you from getting up.
“What?” You asked in your usual teenage tone. She looked at you carefully.
“I have the feeling that you are hiding something from me,” She said with half-closed eyes, paying attention to all your small expressions, altered by your nerves.
“Yes, I'm sleepy,” you said, looking away from her accusatory eyes and freeing yourself from her grip. Larissa sighed, but she finally let your arm go, watching you walking away.
Nervously, you walked through the hallways, constantly checking your watch. You had something important to do and your mother's constant questions and attempts at fraternization made your free will around school very difficult for you, especially lately, especially since you had a secret, something that you couldn't let to be discovered.
Looking around, you knocked on the wooden door. Being in the hallway where the teachers lived was always a risk, a risk that you took every night, that you accepted every night as a routine.
“(Y/N), you’ve come...” Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, sighed.
“Well, of course I have. It's not easy to get rid of my mother, but here I am,” you said with a smile. She handed it back to you and stepped away so you could enter the room.
When the redhead closed the door, the two of you stood looking at each other for a brief moment, before Marilyn approached, gently grabbed your waist and kissed you tenderly on the lips. You smiled when you felt the kiss. That was the only thing that could make you forget all your problems.
It seemed like something impossible, unattainable, but when by mistake you confessed the love you felt for your teacher, you discovered that impossible was nothing, that she had also been repressing her feelings, that her favorite student was something more than just that.
Logically, that kind of relationship was dangerous, it exceeded the limits of Nevermore, the rules and the school ethical code. But that wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was your mother, the principal.
Fighting not to be discovered was simple, at least until that moment. But with the passage of time, and the consolidation of a loving relationship, a real, authentic one, your way of being was affected and your mother, always on the lookout, noticed it.
“I've missed you...” You whispered in the redhead's ear. She laughed and hugged you tightly, placing small kisses on your neck.
“(Y/N), you saw me in class this morning,” she said amused, caressing your cheek. You smiled and nodded, rolling your eyes.
“It's not the same, and you know it,” you said with a falsely dark tone. “You got it? Do you have it?” You asked impatiently. Marilyn bowed her head and walked to her desk.
“Here it is... A cabin for two...” She said, handing you a sheet of paper that you looked at as if it were a treasure.
“I can't wait...” You sighed, looking again at the small cabin that would be your home that weekend.
“Do you already know what are you going to tell your mother?” She asked curiously. “You know it's not easy to fool Larissa.”
You sighed, shaking your head. The idea of spending a weekend with Marilyn, away from Nevermore, alone, had occupied your mind those days and you hadn't even bothered to think of an excuse. The realization made your legs tremble.
“The truth is I don’t…” You said discouraged. “I guess I'll ask my classmates for help.”
Marilyn frowned and crossed her arms.
“(Y/N), that's not a good idea,” she said with a serious tone. You snorted.
“I know, but it's the only excuse I have,” you said, sitting on the bed. “I sure can count on the Weems advantage.”
“The Weems advantage?” The redhead asked, sitting next to you.
You nodded thoughtfully.
“Being the principal's daughter has its advantages, you know, I can sneak into her office and get the files. I'm sure many of my colleagues would pay to have that information.
“That's dangerous,” Marilyn said.
“I know, but it's worth it to be with you,” you said carefree, smiling innocently. Marilyn shook her head, biting her lip.
“You're hopeless, (Y/N),” she said amusedly, kissing you again. “You are crazy.”
“Yes, for you,” you teased, lying down. “What are we going to watch today? I hope you take my recommendations into account.”
The nights were like that. There was nothing beyond kissing. Marilyn was a cautious woman, she did not want to take risks. You felt somewhat frustrated by that attitude, but you never insisted on taking another step in the relationship. That fabulous weekend that was about to arrive would be the best moment.
In her room, you watched movies, series, you laughed, you kissed, you hugged. It was like a little refuge for you, a refuge full of pure, innocent love, and above all, a true one.
And there, lying on the bed, with your hands intertwined, watching anything on the computer, you passed the time. Between kisses, caresses and laughter. Something that on the one hand was frustrating, but on the other hand you believed that they were the best moments of the day, and of your entire life.
“Well, it's over,” the redhead said, when the credit titles appeared on the screen. “It has been well…”
“I know, I have chosen it,” you said with a mischievous look. “Wait, wait,” you said, grabbing Marilyn's arm, who was about to get up. “Can't we stay like this a little longer?”
“(Y/N)…” She said, in a warning tone.
“Come on, please…” You said, pouting exaggeratedly. Marilyn opened her mouth to say something, but at the last moment she changed her mind and went back to lie down next to you.
You smiled victoriously, settling into her chest again as her hand stroked your hair.
After a few minutes, and making an effort not to close her eyes, the redhead sighed melancholy. You looked up curiously.
“What are you thinking about?” You asked. Marilyn looked at you and shook her head.
“I think that if they catch us things are going to go really bad,” she told you in a serious, but at the same time sad tone. “This is very risky.”
You shook your head.
It wasn't the first time Marilyn questioned your relationship. It's not that she didn't love you, quite the opposite, rather it was a rational concern. You were who you were. A student, the principal's daughter. She was your teacher.
“Without risk there is no victory, Mari,” you said amused, kissing her briefly on the lips. She laughed and shook her head, caressing your cheek.
“And what is the victory?” She asked, looking you straight in the eyes. You opened your eyes wide, thinking of an answer that you didn't have at that moment.
“Well... Being together,” you said sighing, shrugging your shoulders. “But I guess not this way… Stop hiding… You know, let classes end and I'm no longer your student. I think that is where we have to get to.”
Marilyn nodded with a sad smile, looking into your eyes in that way that made you melt.
“(Y/N), there's still your mother,” she said, kissing you, pulling you closer to her.
“What's wrong with my mother?” You asked annoyed. The same topic always came up.
“Do you really think she would accept what we had?”
“Why not?”
Marilyn laughed nervously, shifting on the bed.
“You're 20 years old, I'm 43, I'm your teacher…” She began to say, getting you to roll your eyes when you heard the same words as always.
“You won't be forever.”
“I'm supposed to take care of you.”
“And you do it.”
“(Y/N), stop fooling yourself, Larissa will never accept our relationship.”
You snorted, unable to convince the redhead.
“She'll accept it. And if she won’t, well, I don't care about her, I'm not going to give up on you,” you said, crossing your arms, indignant. She remained thoughtful, with a half smile.
“(Y/N)…” She whispered. You looked at her sharply, suppressing the smile she always managed to get out of you.
“What?”
“I love you,” she said softly, approaching you, silencing your possible response with a tender, warm kiss. You let yourself go, deepening her kiss, hugging the redhead, losing control.
Delicately, you lay on top of her, while the caresses ran through your entire body. Your breathing became disordered, rapid, uncontrollable, as did your desire. You didn't have that rational way of seeing things, you simply acted according to your instincts.
Marilyn, however, realized what she was doing and put a hand on your chest to stop those kisses, those caresses that were little by little getting out of control.
“Honey, no, we can't, not here...” She said, fighting against herself, brushing her lips with yours. You sighed and gave her no respite. You kissed her again, this time more intensely, passionately.
“What does it matter...” You said against her lips. The redhead stopped you again, shaking her head.
“Can't you wait for the weekend? The two of us will be alone there...” She said amusedly, fleeing from your caresses as her own desire allowed her.
“No,” you said dryly, lifting your shirt over your shoulders. At that moment she froze, admiring parts of your body that she had never seen before, becoming dazed, running her hand over your collarbone, over your belly...
“Please, stop...” She said to you, although it seemed more like she was talking to herself, while the buttons on her blouse gave way to the skillful attacks of your fingers.
“No...” You sighed, kissing her neck, biting her lips, going wild.
Three soft knocks on the door almost gave you a heart attack. You both widened your eyes, scared.
“Marilyn? It’s Larissa,”
“Shit,” you said. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“My God, it's your mother, what does she want?” Marilyn whispered, buttoning her blouse again.
You were nervous, looking for your shirt on the bed, trying to think clearly.
“How can I know?” You said nervously. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
Marilyn stood up, looking for a good place to hide you.
She quickly grabbed your wrist.
“To the closet, quick, quick, quick,” she told you, pushing you into the cabinet, leaving your shirt abruptly on your chest.
“But...” You said before the redhead closed the door.
“Stay there…” She whispered to you. You were terrified, your whole body was shaking. Also, the closet was small, you didn't have room to put your shirt back on. Rarely have you been so afraid.
You heard the door open and the unmistakable sound of your mother's heels on the wood.
“Larissa... What's wrong?” Marilyn asked, unable to control the trembling tone of her voice.
“Does something have to happen for me to want to talk to the only person with common sense in Nevermore?” Your mother asked, with some irony, closing the bedroom door.
You stayed hidden in that closet, avoiding making any movement that would open the wooden door.
“Talk?” Marilyn asked, nervous. You couldn't even see her and you already knew what she looked like. Shaky, blushing and nervous.
“Yes, unless I’m interrupting something,” Larissa drawled.
One of your tremors pushed the closet door open, causing it to squeak just enough to be noticeable. Luckily, Marilyn stepped in front of it, immediately closing it and hitting your nose in the process.
“No, no, I was reading...” She said nervously, holding the door with her hand. “What do you want to talk about?”
“(Y/N),” she said, sitting on the bed. “That girl has me very worried.”
You held your breath when you heard your name. You certainly didn't expect Larissa to want to talk about you, much less to Marilyn. That made you suspect that something was wrong.
“What's wrong with (Y/N)?” The redhead asked.
“She's always been a strange girl, but lately she's starting to worry me,” your mother said, sighing. “And that's not the worst thing, on top of that I went to see her in her room and guess what: she wasn't there.”
“Oh, well, she maybe is with one of her friends,” Marilyn said, with an innocent tone, unable to convince anyone that she was telling the truth. Luckily, it seemed like Larissa trusted her.
“I doubt it, Marilyn…” Your mother said. “You get along well with her, right?” She asked. You gave a small start, pursing your lips so that your frightened breathing was inaudible.
“Um... Well I...” Marilyn said.
“Oh, come on Marilyn, she spends every afternoon with you in the conservatory. She probably tells you more things.”
“The truth is, she only helps me with the plants, she is a nice girl,” the redhead said, sitting next to Weems.
“And I suppose that during all that time you talk about something, right?”
Marilyn nodded and shook her head. She didn't know what to say to that, she was almost cornered. You couldn't move, or even barely breathe, predicting a truly uncomfortable conversation.
“Well, about the plants, about the classes...” Marilyn said, smiling shyly.
“Please,” Larissa said with a sharp voice. “I have been the Nevermore’s principal for 10 years, I know what happens in every corner of the school. It's clear that something is happening here.”
“What... What do you mean?” Marilyn asked, stuttering.
“Don't play dumb, you know perfectly well,” Larissa said, sharp, threatening.
That was the end. You didn't know how, but surely your mother had been aware of your nightly skirmishes for some time and surely that visit was just one of her tricks to make Marilyn confess. You were done.
“(Y/N) is dating someone, right?” Your mother asked.
You sighed in relief, having to put a hand over your mouth to silence your breathing. You were on the verge of fainting.
“I, I don't know,” Marilyn said, sighing too.
“I'm sure you know, and if you don't want to tell me it's because I'm not going to like it, am I wrong?”
“I promise you I don't know anything,” Marilyn said, gesturing with her arms in surrender.
“Hmm,” your mother murmured.
“A, also, (Y/N) she is a smart girl, I'm sure if what you’re saying is true, you shouldn't worry.”
“Don't be so sure, Marilyn. I know my daughter, if she hasn't wanted to tell me anything it's because she knows that I'm not going to like it.”
“Well, she's old enough,” Marilyn said, with a slightly annoyed tone.
“That's what scares me. Look, Marilyn, (Y/N) is a good girl, too good, in fact. I don't want some jerk to break her heart... I can't help but worry,” your mother said, with a sincere tone.
“I understand, Larissa.”
“Good, because I have to ask you a favor.”
You were very attentive, and you sensed the unpleasant task that she was going to propose.
“Yes, of course,” Marilyn said, with her usual smile.
“If you have the chance... I would like you to try to get some information out of (Y/N). She trusts you, I'm sure that if you ask her, she will have no problem telling you anything. She always speaks when she feels confident.”
That made your blood boil.
“Are you asking me to spy on your daughter?” The redhead asked with a gesture as surprised as it was amused.
“No, God no...” Larissa said, with a fake smile. Clearly, that was precisely what she was asking for. “I only ask that if she tells you something that you think is important, you let me know. Don't force it, just be natural. I'm asking this as a personal favor, Marilyn, I can't think of anyone better than you.”
“I... Well, that's, that's fine. I’ll try,” the redhead said, getting up from the bed, looking fearfully at the closet, which threatened to open again.
“Thank you, Marilyn. I count on you. Anyway, I'm going to try to get some sleep,” your mother said, heading towards the door.
You closed your eyes as you heard the heels on the wood, getting further and further away, until the familiar squeak of the door reached your ears.
“Quick, get out,” Marilyn said, opening the closet and pulling you along. You almost stumbled, but managed to stay on your feet, holding back your laughter.
“My name is Thornhill, Marilyn Thornhill, license to spy,” you said jokingly, adopting the pose of the famous secret agent. The redhead shook her head, sighing.
“It's not funny, (Y/N). You have no idea how bad it has been,” she told you, falling onto the bed.
“What about me? You broke my nose,” you said, rubbing it.
“If your mother catches you here, she would break mine,” Marilyn responded. “This is very difficult, (Y/N)...”
You finally put on your shirt and sat down, putting a hand on her leg.
“Eh, I'm sure she would forget, don't worry. Just tell her a lie,” you said in a pleasant tone, downplaying that disturbing situation.
“A lie? I don't know how to lie...” She sighed, caressing your cheek when you lay down next to her.
“Mari, don't worry, besides, tomorrow is Friday. Surely the romantic weekend helps to clarify your ideas.”
“Or to dig my own grave...”
“Well, I think I'll go to my room before Warden Weems gets the key and rummages through my drawers…” You said, kissing her briefly and getting up from the bed. “Tomorrow at the usual time in the conservatory?”
She nodded, looking at you tenderly. Sometimes your optimism was beyond the limits of a common person, but that was cute, funny.
The next day…
“Well, I'm leaving,” you said to your friends, getting up from the table in the quad where you were enjoying a pleasant autumn afternoon. There were only a few hours left for your trip and you were nervous. Luckily, your friends had agreed to cover for you. They were the best friends in the world.
“I thought you would go at night,” Enid said, the most nosy of all.
“Oh yes, but I'm meeting Miss Thornhill in the conservatory to help her. I can not deny,” you said, taking your bag.
“You are a serious nice talker, (Y/N),” your friend Yoko said.
“I do what I can,” you said with a smile, walking towards the old glass building.
There, as always, Marilyn was organizing the plants. You stayed for a moment admiring that woman. She was the best thing that had ever happened to you, despite the differences, despite all the obstacles that were between you. Her tenderness and innocence captivated you. You could be looking at her all day.
A vibration interrupted your fantasies.
“Oh, don't fuck with me,” you whispered, taking out your phone, which was agonizingly warning you that it had no battery left. “You are a disaster, (Y/N)…”
Sighing, but with a nonchalant shrug, you walked into the conservatory, taking a quick look around.
“(Y/N), is nice to see you,” the redhead said with a perhaps too wide smile.
“Yes, keep pretending that you don't see me every day,” you said jokingly, leaving your bag on her desk. “What are you doing?”
“Well, watering the plants, is quite obvious,” she said with a smile, grabbing a watering can. You nodded unconcerned.
“Hey, I have great news,” you said, getting a little closer to her. Marilyn looked at you and nodded for you to continue. “I already have an alibi. My friends are a treasure… I already have everything prepared for the trip. I can't wait to get out of here...”
“Oh, the trip, of course,” she said, with a strange expression.
“Imagine being far away from Nevermore, far from my mother... With the person I love... Alone... under the fire of a romantic fireplace...” You said, wandering erratically around the building, making exaggerated gestures, as if you were in a modern art performance. “Doesn't it seem ideal to you? I have to admit that when you proposed the idea of the cabin in the woods I wasn't very convinced, but I've thought about it better. I can't think of a more romantic place.”
Marilyn looked at the floor for a moment and made another strange face. But in an instant her face smiled again, placing a hand on her waist.
“You know I always have good ideas,” she said whispering. “And regarding that loved one… I suppose you really want to be alone with her…”
You blinked, but you didn't even pay attention to those words. Marilyn was like that, she liked to play with you, bring out everything you had inside, especially the feelings you had towards her. You didn't find it strange.
“Yes... It's about time. I swear I'm not going to get out of bed.”
Marilyn smiled but she couldn't hide a gesture of surprise, something that did seem strange to you.
“Was there an energy point here?” You asked, taking your charger out of your bag.
She nodded, pointing to a power strip under her desk. Finally, you put your phone on charge.
Taking advantage of the fact that her back was turned, you hugged her waist. She stood stiff, firm, scared.
“(Y/N)...”she stammered, barely moving.
You, amused at seeing her nervous, ran her hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck, heading towards her ear.
“What's wrong, Marilyn?” You whispered suggestively. “Are you nervous? Don't worry, I've already told you that my mother's situation is under control.”
She didn't respond, she simply walked away from you, turning around.
“(Y/N),”she said when you approached, biting your lip, ready to give her a kiss. She mysteriously backed away. “Wait, wait a minute, I, I don't...”
Before you could react, a vibration from your phone interrupted you. You went to look at it with a smile.
“I'm sure it’s my annoying mother, she'll want to know where I am. She certainly looks like a police officer. But hey, now that you're her insider, I think we can rest easy. I swear I almost fell out of that closet yesterday... It was funny.”
“Yes...” The redhead sighed, frowning. “Very funny…”
Winking at her, you looked at the screen. You went pale, confused. It wasn't your mother who sent you the message, it was someone you didn't expect, that wasn't possible. It was a message from Marilyn, and her words did not help you catch your breath: Today it will take me a little longer to go to the conservatory, I have several surprises for our trip. Wait for me there.
“Oh, no...” You whispered, looking at the time she sent it. It was only ten minutes ago. There was no way she was in front of you, there was no way she was Marilyn. You went into shock, unable to even blink.
What came next was worse. Marilyn, the real Marilyn, came into the conservatory with a couple of shopping bags.
“Hello honey, sorry about the delay, but I had to buy some…” She changed her face, dropping the bags. It was logical, her double was in front of her, with a angry face. “Things…”
You looked at both of them repeatedly, lamenting, nervous.
“Shit…” You said, seeing how the Marilyn you were talking to became your mother again. “Shit…”
“Larissa,” she sighed the redhead, with the same pale and confused face as you. “What's happening?”
“That I screwed it up…” You said, with your whole body trembling.
“But, but, haven't you read the message I sent you?” She said, upset, without paying attention to your mother, who didn't look away from her, waiting for the perfect moment to attack, like a good predator.
“How do you want me to read it if it didn't have battery?”
“Haven't you put it on charge?”
"Well, no, how was I going to know that my mother was going to pretend to be you?” You asked nervously, taking your hands to your head.
“Well, you should guess if you knew I wasn't here,” she said, angry, nervous, embarrassed.
“I already told you that my phone didn’t have battery!” You yelled, letting out some nerves that were beginning to make your blood boil.
“Silence! Enough!” Your mother shouted. You both looked at each other and turned your head to Larissa, who had an unreadable expression.
“Mom, I...” You said, trying to find a good excuse, although you knew perfectly well that there was none.
“Silence, (Y/N), I don't want to hear a single word,” your mother said, serious, blunt. “Now I’m beginning to understand many things.”
“Larissa, I…” Marilyn said.
“I told you to be quiet,” The principal responded. I don't know how I could have been so blind. All this time worried, I thought about who my daughter could be spending time with and it turns out that she had extracurricular classes with her teacher. It's disgusting, Marilyn, it's so unlike you that I don't even recognize you.”
The two of you looked at each other, giving up, waiting for the fight that was coming and in which there was no place to take refuge.
“This, this has an explanation...” The redhead whispered, her voice breaking.
“What explanation? Marilyn, I trusted you. I considered you a friend, a person with principles. It's incredible that you betrayed me like this. With my daughter, Marilyn, with my own daughter…”
“I'm sorry, okay?” Marilyn said, defensively. “I, I couldn't help it.”
“Oh, you couldn't help it,” Larissa said, with a mocking tone. “Don't make excuses, Marilyn, she's a kid! Don't you realize what you've done?”
“Hey, she hasn't done anything,” you said, trying to defend the woman you loved.
“You better shut up young lady, you and I will talk later. You're going to be grounded until the gorgons turn people into candy,” your mother said, hissing.
“That's not fair,” you said, protesting. Marilyn was already sobbing. For you it was a humiliating situation, but for her it must have been much more devastating.
“Larissa, I... No, it's not what you think...” The redhead said.
“It's not what I think,” she repeated again, with mockery, irony. “I don't have to think anything, Marilyn, I have seen it with my own eyes. I saw how my daughter was willing to kiss you here, at school, and I don't even want to imagine what she was doing last night hiding in your closet. I don't even want to think about it.”
“I was hiding,” you said, crying too.
“I can imagine that, (Y/N),” your mother hissed, getting dangerously close to you. “Since when has this been happening? When did you start laughing in my face?”
Marilyn did not respond, she stood with her head bowed, staring at the floor, trembling, unable to maintain her composure.
“For longer than you think, mom,” you said defiantly.
“Marilyn, look at me in the eyes, or don't you dare to do it? You're involved with my daughter, with my girl! And you don't even dare to look at me in the eyes now,” Larissa said, ignoring your comment.
The redhead raised her head, looking at you briefly.
“I, I don't want to hurt your daughter, Larissa...” Marilyn said, sobbing. Larissa raised her eyebrows, laughing wryly, anger was clear in her eyes. “I love her.”
You looked at her suddenly, surprised by those words, by that unexpected response.
“You love her? But have you gone crazy?” Your mother said.
Marilyn nodded, taking your hand bravely. You were excited, leaving fear behind, feeling safe, reaffirming the feelings you had for her.
“We love each other, mom,” you said, supporting Marilyn, making her feel that you were on her side, that you always would be.
“Don't talk nonsense, (Y/N), you don't even know what you want… You're too young,” Larissa said, passing a hand over her forehead.
“Yes I know! I love her!” You shouted. “You always say that I should look for someone suitable, someone who really loves me, who cares about me... Well, very well, I've found her. Marilyn is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you are not going to stop me from continuing to love her.”
Marilyn squeezed your hand tighter.
“But dear, don't you realize that that can't be possible? That is not good?”
“Who says it? You?” You said indignantly.
Your mother pressed her lips together hard, but she didn't respond, darkening her gaze.
“Larissa, I understand that you don't like it… And I understand that I'll have to leave Nevermore,” Marilyn said, getting your attention.
“I should fire you right now…” Larissa said.
“Very well, fire me,” the redhead said, defiant. “But that's not going to keep me away from (Y/N). I'm, I'm tired of being a coward. I shouldn't, but I'm honest, I love (Y/N) and would do anything for her.”
“And I would do anything for you…” You answered in a low voice, admiring with pleasure the change in attitude of the shy and innocent Marilyn.
“Oh my God…” Larissa sighed, resting her hands on her desk. “(Y/N)... Why are you making it so difficult for me?”
“You make it difficult,” you responded, no longer crying. “If Marilyn leaves, assume that I will go with her. I'm of legal age, I can do whatever I want. I don't care if you like it or don't like it, but I'm not going to give up the woman I love, so you can get used to it.”
Larissa approached threateningly, ready to slap you, to give you a corrective, but at the last moment she regretted it, clenching her fist and relaxing her face.
“(Y/N)...” She sighed, clasping her hands.
“Mom, please...” You said, watching how little by little she seemed to calm down.
“Marilyn,” she said, now looking at the redhead. “I should kick you out, report you to the police, yell at you, even break your nose... But... I'm not going to do it.”
“What?”
“I don't like it, I don't approve it, but I really can't think of anyone better for (Y/N)...” She said, without looking at you, walking around the same place. “If what you say is true... I can, I can let it go...”
You smiled and so did Marilyn. You both looked at each other in disbelief at those words.
“But I'm going to tell you one thing, Marilyn Thornhill...” She said, pointing her finger at your girlfriend. “If you think about harming my daughter, you will have to deal with me.”
“I will make her as happy as I can,” Marilyn said, looking at you with sincere love, with relief.
Larissa nodded.
“So I can go this weekend with her?” You said, jokingly, knowing that the danger had passed. You got a nudge from Marilyn, of course.
“Do whatever you want, but I, don’t, want, to know,” your mother said, leaving the building between indecipherable whispers and occasional bad words.
“Well, it’s done,” you said, hugging the redhead.
“And no signs of affection at school!” Your mother shouted, walking away.
“Oh my God, I thought it was going to give me a heart attack,” she said, resting her head on your shoulder.
“She will end up accepting it, believe me, I know her,” you said, kissing her on the lips.
“I'm not very sure, she will kill me when she has the chance.”
“Not if I'm here to prevent it,” you said amused, trying to forget the awkward moment. “Everything you said… It was beautiful.”
“I thought I was going to die,” Marilyn said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
“Well, at least I don't have to explain myself to anyone anymore,” you said, sighing. Marilyn looked at you with some pity.
“Will it go well for us?”
“Of course it will.”
“I hope you're right, (Y/N)... I could never live without you... Not anymore.”
“Me neither, Marilyn...”
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last one is larissa x teacher!reader, angst based on that one scene in episode 8 but larissa unalives in r arms confessing her love before kicking the bucket so to speak then r saying “i love you too” in to the air no one being the recipient for the words, then she absolutely demolishes thornhill for killing the love of her life, going in to rage mode and getting her revenge idk maybe readers a vampire, write whatever you’re comfortable with, i hate angst but once again, saw a tiktok and now i need the torture hehe
I Always Loved You
Larissa Weems x reader
Authors Note: I'm sorry to the Marilyn stans for this one. Also, sorry for it being a little short. I'm not too great with very graphic violence.
Warnings: Character death and descriptions of violence.
You rushed into the main classroom of the conservatory and saw the room empty other than Larissa Weems laying on the floor. You rushed to her side, pulling her head into your lap, "Oh, Larissa. What happened?"
She was foaming at the mouth and struggling to speak, "Y/n... You're here..."
"Who- Who did this?" You pulled down a sleeve and wiped away the spit. You could feel the hot tears running down your face already, you knew she would be dead soon. You both had spent so much time together the past few years becoming thick as thieves. Truthfully, you were madly in love with her, but being her friend was such a source of joy for you that you would have never jeopardized that.
"Marilyn..." You could see the tears running down her cheeks as she spoke her final words, "I-I always loved you..."
"I love you, Larissa. I always have. Now stay with me..." Larissa was gone and she couldn't hear your omission, "No. Larissa, please. I love you. I love you..."
Rage welled inside of you. You always wished for this day to come when you could admit your feelings and now it was ripped from you.
Marilyn.
You needed to find her and she needed to pay for stealing Larissa from you. She needed to pay for stealing your future.
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You found her in the quad that had been lit ablaze. Wednesday Addams standing over her, Eugene and Bianca standing off to the side. You sent them to join the other students. You would take care of her.
Once the students were out of sight. You kicked her once and then twice, making sure they were square in the abdomen. While she was doubled over you walked and picked up the abandoned rapier, testing the weight in your hands.
When you approached her again, you leaned her up against the over turned picnic table. As she lay semi-slumped over, you stared at her for a moment that she had the strength to look up at you.
"Is that all you've got?" Marilyn spat as she finally starred up at you. You hadn't even given her the chance to think when you drove the sword into her with alarming strength. The sword cut through her body and drove through the wood on the other side of her.
"That was for Larissa. You will be dead in a few minutes." You were the anatomy professor at Nevermore and you were a vampire. The two put together gave you a vast knowledge of the circulatory system and where major arteries lay. You had punctured her iliac artery that lay in her abdomen.
You watched her bleed out before you, growing far too weak for words, but you kept talking, "She was my best friend and the love of my life and you took her from me. You are lucky that I'm not one for violence."
With that you finally watched the light leave her eyes. You left her there to be someone else's mess to clean up. You were going back to Larissa so you could tell her what you did.
#larissa weems x reader#angst#character death#larissa weems#wednesday netflix#marilyn thornhill#laurel gates#fanfic#oneshot#revenge#gwendoline christie
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Hello! How are you? I hope you're doing alright <3
I see you accept requests for Ms Thornhill omg I like her way too much...could I request something with her and r being in a fwb situation and r being a teacher at nevermore as well so during the day they always pretend to be just colleagues but at night they meet up in each other's room and, well, do the deed. Maybe both of them always being the cheerful and sweet teachers but in bed she's the complete opposite and loves to use subby r for her own pleasure. Also, could she be gp or with a strap (although I don't think you've included it in what you write so of course whatever you're more comfortable with ^^)
Thank youuu!
Sorry it took so long and I didn’t know which one you wanted g!p so I made Ms. Thornhill g!p because I only write for that topic if it is the character, not reader.
Behind closed doors
Pairings: Ms. Thornhill x reader
Summary: In front of others you two seem like good friends and nothing more, but behind closed doors it’s a different story.
Warnings: angst, smut, blowjobs, tit fucking, horribly written smut, degrading, small praising.
Word count: 867 (sorry it’s kinda short)
No one is permitted to steal, copy or reblog my work as their own!!
Looking over you see Ms. Weems and Ms. Thornhill talking to one another. You shouldn’t feel like this, you shouldn’t be jealous but you are. You wanted more than anything to be with Marilyn but you knew it would never happen, that’s why you stuck to a friends with benefits deal. The woman you were thinking about turned to see your gaze, smirking slightly to herself when noticing you were wearing the outfit she picked out for you. It was a nice white dress, there was a slit going up to your knee on one side and it was low enough to show a bit of cleavage. She excused herself for a moment as she walked over to where you were handling the drinks. To anyone else it looked like two teachers talking, but what they didn’t know is that all she was thinking about was how she would bend you over later.
She looked around to see if anyone was near the two of you before speaking lowly, “Don’t you look good in that dress, can’t wait to rip it off of you.” She could already picture it, peeling off your dress and using you all night however she pleased. You sighed and gave a tight lipped smile, nodding along. You knew if this continued you wouldn’t be able to help your feelings from getting in the way, but you agreed anyways, planning to meet in her room tonight.
A few hours passed and you were knocking at her room, waiting for her to let you in. The second she opened it you were being thrown against the wall, her groping you as she made out with you. She put her hand up the slit of your dress, massaging your thigh in a soothing matter.
She pulled back for a moment to speak, “You looked so good in this dress tonight, wanted to fuck you right there.” She immediately went back to kissing you, this time on your neck and chest. You grabbed a fist full of her hair as she left marks all over you. She peeled off your dress and her shirt, pushing you down onto her bed with her laying atop of you. She lightly thrusted her clothed cock against you, feeling it arise the more it hit against you. She couldn’t hold back anymore, she took off her pants and boxers, now matching you in her birthday suit. Grabbing her cock she slowly rubbed it against your pussy, making you think she was going to put it in. She used your wetness as a lubrication and moved up your body to your breasts, resting her dick between them and bringing your tits together. Her length was hugged tightly as she started to move back and forth, creating a friction.
“Yes! Your tits feel so nice wrapped around my cock, such a slut letting me use you.” Her words turned the both of you on, something about her calling you a slut made you go nuts. You wanted to make her feel as good as possible so you occasionally sucked her tip whenever you could. She stilled for a moment whenever she slid up, wanting to feel as much of your mouth as she could. She stilled on top of you, feeling herself getting close to her orgasm. “Gonna cum sweetheart, gonna make a mess of your beautiful fucking breasts.” The moment she finished speaking spurts of cum hit your chest as she quickly tried to get as much of it in your mouth as she could. Sticking her length into your mouth she made you suck her off, taking all of her down your throat. Even after you swallowed all of her juices she continued to fuck your face till you were gagging,
“My little whore, so perfect for me.” You nodded as much as you could, trying to agree with her. She grabbed your hair and guided your face up and down, using you to get off. She was sensitive after her first orgasm, but she couldn’t help but make herself feel good again. Feeling her throb in your throat you massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples so she could get closer to release. Your soft hands was what tipped her over the edge, cumming with a small yell of your name. Once she calmed down she laid next to you panting and out of breath. She took a moment to admire you all blissed out. She wished she could be here forever, fucking you, holding you, kissing you anything really. She wanted to be with you just as much but she knew it wasn’t a possibility, she knew you’d only ever love the soft caring side of her, not the dark, killing side. So she stuck to having you as her dirty secret, nothing more nothing less. Whenever you’d tell her that you loved her all she’d say was ‘I know’, and as much as she wanted to say it back there was no way the two of you could ever be together. For now you’d just have to sneak around, never to be seen in public as more than friends. For now she’d have to love you in secret.
#ms thornhill#Ms Thornhill x reader#Thornhill x reader#anon ask#anon request#Ms Thornhill smut#Ms Thornhill angst
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If I Could Turn Back Time
Larissa Weems x fem!reader
A/N: Alright guys it's the chapter you've been waiting for!
Warnings: SMUT, light choking kink, semi public teasing/light smut (in an empty hallway), oral and fingering (r receiving)
Chapter 12 (!!!)
“Alright, class. As you know, the Raven will be held this weekend. We’re still looking for more volunteers to decorate and clean up, so if you’d like to help out, let me know.”
Excited chatters filled the room, but my mind was only on one thing: Larissa. It had been a week since our fight. I felt hurt, I felt regret for snapping at her, I felt horrible for keeping my status as an outcast to myself. If anyone had a right to know, it was her. But I wasn’t in the wrong here.
I watched as the students filed out of the classroom. When the final one left, I shut the door and returned to my desk, tears falling almost immediately. I had barely known this woman for two months and it was already unbearable being without her–for a week, no less. I was a disaster.
In the week that Larissa and I refused to speak to each other, someone else entered into the picture. I sat in the teachers’ lounge at lunch, working on a lesson plan for the following week, when the botany teacher–who I hardly knew–came up to me.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked. Her hair was the same fiery color as her irises. She smiled at me, almost too kind to be benign.
I stared blankly at her before responding. “Erm–yeah!” Her face dropped and I realized what I said. “I mean, no! No! No, the seat isn’t taken.”
“That’s a relief,” she sighed, taking a seat in front of me. “It’s always awkward when I try to sit with the other Outcast teachers. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask to sit with you for a while now. I thought, since you're the only other Normie, we could stick together. I’m Marilyn.”
We talked for an hour–mostly about my lesson plans which she seemed overly interested in. I noted the way she laughed, her hand coming to touch my forearm. I told myself she was just being friendly, but there was something more to the looks she gave me.
It was the same for the rest of the week. We became closer, going out to the Weathervane for lunch on Thursday. Larissa ended up walking in as Marilyn and I laughed over something funny I had said. She eyed me and I eyed her, my stomach sinking as I watched her walk past.
In front of me, Marilyn chuckled. “Brr, that was cold. I’ve been told not to get on Principal Weems’ bad side.”
“Nothing but a disagreement,” I said, smiling back.
Friday night, I stood on the outskirts of the room, the bright lights and loud music overwhelming my senses. Beside me, a petite figure appeared and I could see her smiling.
“Enjoying the night so far?” Marilyn asked.
I thought for a moment. “Erm…it’s a bit overwhelming,” I responded. “But, it’s bearable.”
“I know how you feel,” she chuckled. “I never went to school dances during high school.”
“I didn’t either…usually I was suspended, so I couldn’t attend them.”
Marilyn burst out laughing, almost too much–it wasn’t that funny. But her hand touched my forearm as she smiled at me. “Ugh, you are so funny.”
I laughed awkwardly, having no clue what to say. “Well, I try.”
“You know,” she drawled. There was an undertone of seduction in her voice. This had been going on the entire week: in the teachers’ lounge, in the hallway. It was as if she was glued to me. “You and Principal Weems seem to be close.” There it was. “There isn’t…anything going on, is there? I’m just curious.”
“Well, erm…no,” I said, struggling to even think of the words.
Marilyn smiled. “Alright then.” There was a brief pause between us. “Would you maybe wanna go to the Weath–”
“Miss Thornhill!” There was a falsity in the cheery voice behind us.
Marilyn’s demeanor quickly changed, almost irritated at being interrupted by Larissa. “Principal Weems!” she smiled. “Are you enjoying your night, so far?”
“Quite,” Larissa smiled back.
I could see right through that friendly manner of hers. “Principal Weems, what can we do for you?” I asked.
“Actually, I wanted to let you know, Marilyn,” Larissa began, “that there’s a few students out back when they shouldn’t be. Would you mind checking on them for me?”
A visible face of annoyance could be seen, but she swallowed the words she wanted to spit and nodded. “Of course. I was just going to check on something anyway”
Now, Larissa and I were left alone. Silence stood between us as we observed the scene in front of us. She finally spoke up and the anger–or was it jealousy?--was palpable. “So, you and Miss Thornhill are becoming close. One week apart and someone’s already fawning over you.”
“Are you jealous, Principal Weems?” I teased. “Because it certainly sounds like it.” I decided to push her further. “What do you plan on doing about it? There’s no rule in the staff handbook about workplace relationships.”
Something in Larissa seemed to snap. She grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the hall. When we reached the secluded corridor that her office was in, she pinned me against the wall, kissing my lips fiercely. My body tensed before relaxing in her embrace, relishing in the feeling of her hands roaming further…up my legs…under my skirt…
I gasp as she breaks from my lips and moves to my neck. Brushes of teeth and tongue can be felt as she sucks at my pulse and I grip her hair tightly. “Larissa…”
Her lips brush against my ear as she mutters, “Shhh…we wouldn’t want someone overhearing us now, would we?”
“No–no we wouldn’t,” I whisper as she continues to move from one side of my neck to the other. “Larissa, we should–probably–we should–fuck–” I’m cut off with a low groan as her fingers move my underwear to the side, running up and down my slit.
“I think we should too, darling,” she said.
My breathing sped up as I tried to gather my thoughts. “No, I mean–we–” My head fell back against the wall with a breathy moan.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed, her fingers moving in and out tantalizingly slow. “You’re so wet for me.”
I took a deep breath and decided to dig myself a deeper grave. “And how do you know it’s for you, Principal Weems?”
In a flash, her hand had removed itself from my underwear and gripped my face. “Look at me,” she said, her voice deep in lust. Larissa squeezed my cheeks, forcing my face up. I looked into her eyes–they had turned at least a shade darker. “Who else would this be for, hm? Are you such a desperate slut that you’ll take a fucking from anyone who asks?” Before I could respond, she continued. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I breathed.
“That’s right,” Larissa said softly. Her grip turned light as she looked over me. “You’re mine. Not Marilyn’s. Mine.”
Her hand traveled back down, fingers torturing and teasing me. My mind was clouded by the pleasure she gave me, but it wasn't enough. “Larissa, please…fuck me, please.”
I could feel her smirk against my neck as I whimpered and whined beneath her. To my misery, she removed her hand. “You just can’t stay quiet can you?” Her hand came down to grab my wrist, yanking me behind her and pushing me into her office. Larissa pressed me against the closed door and leaned in close. “I think this is much more…private.”
Without a word, I pulled her to my lips. Heavy breaths tangled together and our hands grasped at each other, my fingers traveling to the back of her dress to unzip it. She held me close in her arms before her hands slipped under my thighs and hoisted me up. Larissa carried me to a separate room off the side of her office. I felt myself fall onto the bed, the absence of Larissa’s body heat sending a chill through my spine as I watched her undress in front of me.
Larissa removed her gloves finger-by-finger, grinning as I frantically took my dress off.
“Oh, wait!” she blurted. “Hold on!”
She hurried over to the vanity on the other side of the room. Taking out a makeup wipe, she removed the bright lipstick that was already smudged and the rest of her makeup.
Larissa came back over and smiled. “Alright, there. That’s better.” She climbed on top of me, hands on either side of my head as her lips hovered over mine. As I parted my lips slightly, anticipating a sweet kiss, she grinned and pulled back, chuckling. “Oh, darling, you are so adorable.”
She finally gave me what I wanted, and as she did, I reached around to her hair. After pulling out the pins, I pulled away. I smiled up at her, admiring the way her hair fell around us and cascaded around her shoulders. I ran my fingers through it and she peered down at me, confused. “What?”
“Nothing,” I said before pecking her on the lips. “You are just so beautiful.”
The very compliment alone seemed to fluster her more than the fact that we laid in her bed fully naked together. A bright crimson spread through her cheeks and I giggled as I pulled her lips back to mine. I felt her knee slot itself between my legs before her hand wandered down to my thigh, gripping it harshly and going back up to my hip.
She took obvious delight in the way I shivered as her thumb simply brushed the spot where it poked out, grinning against my lips before moving her way down to my neck and chest, nipping and sucking at the skin as she went. My back arched when she got to my thighs, my core aching with need, but she continued to tease.
“Larissa, please…” My words came out muttered, but there was still desperation in the tone.
She chuckled lowly. “Just working you up, darling.”
“Well it’s working,” I groaned. “Please, ju–oh fuck…” Cut off by my own moans, my head fell back onto the pillow–this woman’s tongue was practically magic. Every lick, every pattern drawn brought me closer to the ecstasy that I so desperately craved from her. I could feel her grin against me, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. My hand wandered from the pillow beneath my head to my breasts before going to my throat and squeezing lightly.
I could hear her chuckle above my bored breathing. “Oh, what a naughty girl you are.”
Looking down, I watched as Larissa reached up to remove my hand, replacing it with her own. My mind grew fuzzy and as Larissa squeezed my throat, all I could think about was the pleasure building and building. “Oh, god, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
To make matters worse–or better–her fingers came up to my entrance, sliding in easily and curling immediately. My back arched and I completely fell apart. Her hand around my throat came down to my leg, keeping me open as continued torture me in the best way possible. She was relentless that night, pushing me over the edge over and over again until I was begging for her to stop.
With my hands in her hair, I pushed Larissa away and caught my breath. She smiled at me and crawled up, kissing me sweetly. I wiped the remnants of pleasure off her chin, humming in delight as I tasted her on my tongue. The weight of her on top of me was comforting and she settled beside me, pulling me into her arms.
“You look exhausted,” she giggled.
“With your talent?” I mused. “It’s impossible not to be.” There was silence between us before I spoke up in the darkness. “I’m sorry…for not telling you about me being an Outcast.”
“Don’t,” she said softly. I looked up at her as she ran her fingers through my hair. “You’re not obligated to tell me anything. Besides,” she continued, “I should be the one apologizing. You’re right–and Miss Addams in this case.” She seemed to hesitate at confirming Wednesday was right. “We shouldn’t ignore the actions committed against Outcasts or they’ll just happen again. I’m sorry.”
I smiled up at her. “What matters is that you’re able to acknowledge it. That’s the first step toward progress.”
She held me tighter and kissed my forehead, the sound of her breathing and the feeling of our bodies entwined enough to send me into the bliss of sleep.
#gwendoline christie#larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#fanfic#gwendoline christie x reader#larissa weems smut#my own smut turns me on#smut
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Shes a Sleepy Softie
Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x reader (platonic)
Word count: 3K
Summary: You have been hacking trouble sleeping and the teachers finally find out.
TW: insomnia (I guess), Exhaustion, passing out (kinda?)
A/n This is cute.
It's not that you found botany boring, the opposite in fact, but you were so tired. To say you hadn’t been sleeping well this past week would be an understatement. Ms Thornhill was stood at the front writing on the board and drawing diagrams. But the way you laid your head down on the desk was almost involuntary. In this new position, with you head resting on your folded arms on top of the table the battle to stay awake grew so much harder.
Mentally you reasoned you would be able to get the notes from Yoko at the end of the day when the two of you were back in your shared dorm. Your eyelids drooped and you gave in to the temptation of sleep letting it wash over you. Your breathing began to slow and become more even. Your pens and pencils, notebook and bag were a mess on the table, but you trusted Yoko to wake you up in time for class to end.
Ms Thornhill had just assigned a worksheet and gone to sit back at her desk. She glanced over the classroom, her gaze settled on you. She sighed mildly annoyed, standing she walked over to your desk and stood beside you. Her hand reached out to rub your shoulder to wake you up, but a voice stopped her.
“I wouldn’t recommend that Ms thornhill.” Yoko said not looking up from her notes.
“And why would that be Yoko?” Ms Thornhill said letting her hand fall back to her side.
“She hasn’t been sleeping this past week. Im honestly surprised it took this long for her to drop.” She said finally meeting the teachers concerned gaze.
“At all?”
“Maybe about an hour since last Monday.” Yoko shrugged. “I wanted to tell someone, but she begged me.”
“Good god thats not enough. Thank you for letting me know. I’m going to step outside to make a call to get her excused from classes for the day. I trust you to keep an eye on her.” she said, and Yoko nodded.
Ms Thornhill walked to the classroom door glancing back at your sleeping from before turning the door-handle and stepping into the hall. She fished her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contacts. Finding the principal number, she listened to the dial ring.
“This is principal Weems.” The headmistress answered.
“Hi Larissa.”
“Hello Marilyn whats the matter? I believe you have a class now, correct?”
“Yes. Yes, i do. I was wondering if i could have Ms L/n excused from classes for the day?”
“Y/n?”
“Yes.”
“Is she ok? Whats the matter?”
“Yoko has informed me she hasn’t been sleeping this past week. She finally fell asleep in class and i was hoping to let her have the rest of the day off to catch up on sleep.”
“Certainly. However, I will come get her when class ends, there’s nobody to supervise the dorms right now and i have an idea to assist her. Please also keep Ms Tanaka there when class is dismissed. I will be down soon.”
“Thank you, Larissa.”
“Anytime Marilyn.”
the two hung up and the teacher stepped back into the classroom. Checking her watch and then the clock on the wall she waited the last fifteen minutes of class to dismiss the students. Keeping Yoko behind.
Once the rest of the student body had left, some sparing glances to where you stayed asleep, Ms Thornhill walked over to Yoko and your desk. Yoko had packed up and was now carefully cleaning up your stuff as well, being mindful not to wake you as she slipped the notebook from under your arms. By some small miracle you slept through it.
A few minutes passed of Yoko packing everything up and Ms Thornhill keeping an eye on the both of you. A quiet knock sounded on the doorframe and Principal Weems came into the room.
“Ah I see what you mean, she sure looks exhausted.” The principal said softly, and Yoko snorted.
“Exhausted is an understatement. I’ve been waiting for her to pass out all week. She’s stubborn as a mule.” Yoko said and the principal raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I plan to take Ms L/n here back to my office to keep an eye on her. Yoko would you be able to get her anything she may need for the night from your dorm and bring it to my office? I will write you a note for your next class.” Weems said studying your sleeping form. The three of them were stood around you.
“Sure. Don’t worry about the note. I have a study period now anyway.” She said. “I’ll grab it and come back soon. You good to carry her? Because she’s not waking up anytime soon.” Yoko said with a mischievous smile that showed her fangs.
“Im sure i can manage thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said with a smile.
“Suit yourself.” Yoko shrugged and took both bags and left.
Ms Thornhill who had silently watched the exchange decided to say something now Yoko was gone.
“I had no idea she was struggling so much.”
“It’s quite alright Marilyn. I believe Y/n is a master in charades. If she didn’t want us to know she would have made sure it stayed that way. It is nobody’s fault.”
“I still feel i should have noticed earlier.”
“All we can do now is our best to help her get the rest she needs. Will you accompany me to my office? Someone needs to open the door and i doubt it will be sleeping beauty here and my hands will be full.” Weems joked.
“Sure. Lead the way, Larissa.” Ms Thornhill said, and Weems gently leaned down to place her arm under your knees and another around your torso. She softly scooped you into her arms and held you close as you continued to sleep with your head now resting on her collarbone. She straightened her back, standing back to her full height with you bundled in her arms. You sighed softly and turned your face into her collar. Ms Thornhill chuckled softly.
“You're quite the natural at that Larissa. She seems to like it.” Ms Thornhill joked.
“Well, I don’t suppose I hate it either, she is refreshingly warm to hold. And seems to be a cuddler.” Weems said with a lighthearted smile.
“That she does.” The botany teacher agreed as you turned yourself further into the principals embrace.
“Well, we should take this one to my office.” Weems said and the two left the room. It wasn’t far to the principal's office and there were no students in the hall. Weems heels clicked as she walked with Ms Thornhill trailing behind her. They made short quiet conversation about students and staff alike as they walked.
Arriving at the big oak doors Marilyn stepped forward and opened them, holding it wide for the principal to step in with you in her arms still. Your heads lolled slightly as you continued to sleep. Weems was reluctant to let you go, afraid of waking you, but regardless she set you down on the couch. Supporting your head like one might a small child as she laid you down into the nest of pillows. Marilyn appeared and gently laid a blanket over you which Weems noted was from where she had discarded it on the floor in the early hours of the morning. the principal thanked the botanist and went to put another log on the fire to keep the room warm. You wiggled around a little on the couch before settling which made both teacher chuckle.
A soft knock sounded on the door.
“I’ve got it.” Ms Thornhill said and went to open the door. She let Yoko into the room where she grinned devilishly at your sleeping form. She had decided to take revenge for one of your most recent pranks on her. She held your black bag in her arms and had a blanket over her shoulder.
“Ms Tanaka, I believe i have blankets.” Weems said frowning.
“Yes, but I doubt you have Y/n’s weighted blanket.” Yoko smiled.
“You are correct.” Weems said.
“She doesn’t sleep without it. Actually, she’s very particular about how she sleeps.” Yoko said.
“How so?” Ms Thornhill asked her curiosity piqued.
“Watch this.” Yoko said smiling with a feral grin that weems knew meant trouble. Yoko crossed the office and began to unzip the bag; she pulled out two stuffed toys and Weems raised an eyebrow. Yoko placed the toys next to you on the couch and whispered something in your ear. Almost immediately you reached out and grabbed them wrapping an arm around them and tucking them, so they rested under your chin.
Weems stifled a smiled at how cute it was as Marilyn cooed softly. Yoko snickered.
“Shes a big softy.” The vampire grinned looking back at the two teachers.
“I packed her a change of clothes, her Pjs, her toothbrush, her sketchbook, the blanket, her phone and her noise cancelling headphones because as i said earlier she’s a weirdo and sleep with them on.” Yoko said looking at you with a soft smile and both teachers knew there was no heat behind the coy insults.
“Right, well thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said and took the blanket from Yoko. “Christ thats heavy.” Weems said the weight catching her off guard as Yoko held it with ease. She just shrugged.
“Vampire strength has its perks.” She smiled and her fangs glinted in the flickering firelight.
“Yes well, what a blessing. Now, i best recommend you return to wherever you are required to be.” The principal said and Yoko smiled and crossed the room to her door.
“Enjoy your sleepover Ms Weems and thank you for setting be free for a night.” She said and left cheekily.
An hour passed and Marilyn had elected to stay, she was sat across from you on the couch reading the book she had propped up on her knees. She was cradling a mug of tea while the principal sat at her desk typing out emails. You were beginning to show some more signs of life as you stirred. Ms Thornhill looked over the top of her book at you, studying you as you blinked a few times as you adjusted to the light. She gently set the book down after placing her bookmark in the spine.
“Good afternoon, Ms L/n.” She said with a grin. You blinked at her, and she noted you still seemed exhausted.
“Hi?” You said, voice deep and gravely from sleep. You looked around slightly confused, gaze catching on the principal who had stopped typing was was watching you from her desk. You took a moment and Ms Thornhill took her chance to tease you. The principal had kindly decided to not mention the stuffies under your arm, but Ms Thornhill decided to have some fun after all, you did fall asleep in her class and the two of you got along well. She smiled at you wolfishly.
“So, Y/n who are your little friends?” She asked.
You looked down finally noticing the toys and blushed a deep shade of red and buried them under the blankets making Ms Thornhill chuckle and the principal smile.
“Oh, Yoko’s dead” You groaned.
“I assure you Ms Tanaka is quiet well.” Weems said.
“She won't be once i murder her.” You grumbled softly but they both heard you.
“May i take this chance to remind you i do not allow nor condone grievous bodily harm to students?” Weems said with a smile. You frowned grumbling softly under your breath. Deciding to opt for a subject change you sat up keeping the toys under the blanket.
“Um… Principal Weems? How did I get here?” You asked looking around.
“Well, Yoko informed me of your sleeping habits or rather, lack thereof” Weems said with a disproving frown, “after you fell asleep in Ms Thornhill’s class, we brought you here.”
“Not that I’m not grateful but why am I here?”
“Well, we cannot leave you unsupervised in the dormitory during the day and all the staff have classes or marking to do. And based off the sleeping pill I plan to give you, you need to be with a trusted adult to ensure you're alright in the event of an emergency, however unlikely, in the night. As you would most likely not wake up yourself. And based off the fact the infirmary beds aren’t very comfortable and it’s rather loud, aside from the fact the nurses go home for the night at 10pm I thought it best you stay here. With me. Unless you have a problem with that?”
“N-no. Thank you principal Weems.”
“Now Yoko has brought your things from your dorm. I’ve sent someone to get you some food from the kitchen, so you have something in you before you take the medicine.”
She said and Ms Thornhill stood and grabbed the bag handing it to you. You quickly stuffed both the teddies into the bag, and she saw what they were. Both toys were white as snow, and one was a monkey and the other a dog with a small yellow t-shirt. They both looked well loved. She smiled gently; you were cute in your own way. A softie as Yoko had said.
“So am i ever going to get to know their names?” She asked gesturing to the bag.
“Fine.” You huffed. “But i named them as a seven-year-old so you can't judge me. Also, as a kid all my toys i slept with had to be white. I don’t know why. I had one before these two and it was also white. The monkey is named marshmallow, and the dog is the older one, I’ve had her longer; her name is snowflake. Happy?” You huffed. And Ms Thornhill smiled.
“Very.” She said with an air of finality.
“Well Ms L/n-“
“Y/n.” You corrected the principal. “Ms L/n is too formal. It reminds me of when I’m in trouble.” You said wincing slightly at the uncomfortable memories. Weems sensed the change in you disposition and nodded.
“Y/n.” She corrected, “We should get you ready for bed. The food should be here soon, and you can have an early night. Ms Thornhill and I will eat with you and then it's off to bed.” She said and you nodded slightly embarrassed with the kindness and attention you were unused to.
“Come change and then we can eat.” She said and stood from her desk to come to your side. You grabbed the Pjs Yoko had chosen and sighed as she had at least gotten you something with a little dignity. It was a faded black AC/DC shirt and a pair of fluffy black long pants. You grabbed the clothes and let the tall blonde lead you to the bathroom in her private quarters with a hand on the small of your back. As the two of you left Ms Thornhill went back to her book. She looked up at another knock on the door. She stood, thanking the cook and taking the tray of food into the principals' quarters, she was good friends with the blonde and had been in there many times, so it was ok. She set the food down on the large glass dining table. The principal came and joined her bring plates from her own small kitchen to serve the food on.
A moment later the heard the door open and you stepped into the room looking slightly awkward.
“Come sit.” Ms Thornhill said and patted the seat beside her.
“Yes. You to eat and then it's back to bed with you.” Weems said and smiled.
The two teachers talked amicably while you opted to silently eat. The exhaustion had returned, and you kept spacing out while you fed yourself. Something that did not go unnoticed by both teachers as they grew concerned.
After everyone was finished Weems left and returned with a glass of water and a pill. She handed them to you and nodded. You took them sluggishly and popped the white tablet into your mouth downing the water and setting the empty glass on the table. Weems helped you up and led you to a spare bedroom. She folded back the sheets for you.
“Brush your teeth and do whatever else you do before bed and then I’ll tuck you in so to speak.” She said with a soft smile. “Bathroom is the second door on the right. The other ones the closet.” She said.
You got ready and hopped into the bed. The principal came back in a moment later.
“I expect you to sleep Y/n. I don’t want to find you were awake tomorrow. I will be in the next room or my office if you need anything at all. Don’t make me use the baby monitor.” She said sounding serious.
“Baby monitor?” You asked.
“How do you think I keep other students in bed when they stay here?” She asked raising a brow.
“You have other students here?” You asked getting sleepy.
“Oh, darling you're not the first who has had trouble sleeping. And I know a certain raven who insists on trying to sneak out. Hence the baby monitor.”
“Ha!” You laughed. “Wednesday’s baby monitor.” You said grinning and closing your eyes.
“Yes. Now sleep child. Sweet dreams darling.” She said and turned the lights out and pulled the door closed but not shut, leaving it slightly ajar.
You mumbled goodnight and rolled over. You grabbed the teddies from your backpack and burrowed under the blankets.
An hour later both teachers peaked into the room to check on you, smiling when the say the white fluff of the teddies peeking out from under the blankets. Weems grinned.
“Yoko’s right, she is a softie.”
“A sleepy softie.” Marilyn nodded and agreed.
Both teachers smiled at each other and went back to the principal's office to talk and enjoy a glass of wine.
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#insomnia#sleeping troubles#weems#principal weems#sicfic#sick r#illness#exhustion#fainting#tired#weems x thornhill x reader#Thornhill x reader#student r#weems x reader#Marilyn thornhill#student reader#platonic relationships#fluff#no angst#no smut#whump#comfort#hurt/comfort#tired r#sleep deprivation#wednesday addams#Yoko Tanaka#nevermore#outcast reader#enid Sinclair
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Texts from the Ex
Pairings: Weems x Reader
Word count: 1.1K
Summary: Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.
TW: implied past abuse, stalking, panic attack
A/n Hi guys sorry I disappeared for a hot minute there I just finished the last of my exams and have been very very busy. I’ll be back to posting as per normal (hopefully) now. Thank you all for your support with my exams and to the people who wished me luck with them your all very sweet. Again, sorry about the random ghosting haha.
Also, this fic is Larissa x reader. I know I said this was a platonic fic of oneshots but it was requested (I won't be doing any more romantic pairing for weems or Thornhill in the foreseeable future), this is just a one off so… live with it. (Dw as per usual its SFW)
Your phone screen flashed again as you did your best to hide it under the table and out of sight. The panic swelled in your chest as you pushed the tray of food away.
It had started that morning in your first class. You had been teaching about the renaissance when your phone buzzed in your pocket. As per usual you ignored it, you had a class to teach. The buzzing happened again ten minutes later while the kids were doing some still life sketches. This time you pulled it out, feeling the blood freeze tight in your veins.
How did she get this number. Your ex-girlfriend had managed to track you down, most likely due to your response to the ad for this position a few months back. You had responded with your number like an idiot and now she was onto you again.
She was awful, she ignored you and she had always possessed a special talent to make you feel unwanted and small.
You quickly shoved the phone back into your pocket and drew some deep breathes trying to quell the rising feeling of panic. You had managed to stave it off until the class left. It was only then you had let yourself collapse onto the floor and sob. She was trying to get back into your life to ruin it again.
The messages hadn’t stopped all day. Each one had made you feel closer and closer to the impending panic attack and now you were sat here with Ms Thornhill trying to hold a conversation. However, she was doing about 90% of the talking while you sat there nodding. You were close with the botanist. After all she was close with your girlfriend who happened to be the principle. None other than Larissa Weems herself.
Realising you had zoned out you tried to tune back into what was being said around you. Your phone buzzed under the table again and you began to feel sick. What if Marilyn saw? What if Larissa found out? What if your Ex found you?
Your chest began to feel tight. Constricting slowly and making it harder to take a deep breath. Your head was pounding and your stomach roiling. Your hands were shaking and clasped tight under the desk. Your body was overwhelmed with fear, and it was getting harder to hear Marilyn. It sounded distorted, as if it was under a layer of thick liquid like juice or honey. Things were moving weirdly as well, almost slowly but also too fast.
You thanked God that you had agreed to have lunch with Marilyn in the conservatory away from students. They didn’t need to see the new art teacher having a breakdown over some silly text messages.
“Y/n?” Marilyn asked as she laid a hand on your shoulder. “Honey, are you ok?” She said softly. You recoiled from the touch, and she quickly withdrew her hands into a surrender. “Ok. Ok. Its ok. Im not going to touch you sweetheart. What do you need?” She said and you shook your head, taking shaky breathes which weren’t helping ease the nausea. You curled yourself into a tight ball.
“L-leave me al-lone pl-lease.” You begged. You couldn’t see past the haze of tears and your head hurt so bad.
Marilyn stood back for a second, seeing she was getting nowhere. Suddenly she had an idea and whipped out her own phone.
“Honey? Do you want me to call larissa?” She asked softly. You hesitated and then gave a small nod. “Good. Good. Ok? Take some deep breathes. You're doing great Y/n.” She encouraged and began to dial your girlfriend.
The whole time she was on the phone she studied you closely to make sure you were still breathing and not at risk of passing out. After a few seconds she nodded and said something you didn’t hear before hanging up.
“She’ll be here in a second. Come on Y/n. You can do it. You're doing such a good job sweetheart. That’s it.” She gushed and you let out a shaky sob as you saw a pair of heels enter your vision.
Looking up at her with a tear-stained face Larissa’s heart broke for you. She quickly sat on the floor beside you, uncaring about her expensive suit and pulled you into her arms. She pulled you into her chest and tucked your head under her chin, her arms wrapped around your back. One of your legs either-side of her as you straddled her waist. She rocked the two of you side to side as she brushed her hands through your hair.
She exaggerated her breathing as you listened to her heartbeat and slowed your own. After a bit of just sitting there you took a deep breath of her perfume and released a shaky sigh.
“Hello darling.” She said cooly and with a tender tone.
“Hi.” You said almost shyly. She chuckled.
“Oh, my sweet girl.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and rested her cheek thereafter. “Your safe baby. Your safe. Ok. Im here.” She said still rocking the two of you. After another brief silence she shifted slightly, and you let out a whine.
“Hush. I’m not going anywhere sweets.” She said and you let one last tear fall onto her blazer before playing with her broach and starting to speak.
“She texted again.”
“Who texted?”
“My ex.” You said and you felt her stiffen. You had told Larissa of your time with your Ex and she more than disapproved of her.
“How many times sweetheart.” She said softly.
“Seven.” Larissa sucked in a breath.
“Im buying you a new phone.” She said and you gave a half snort half laugh which made her heart warm.
There was another short pause before you let out a content sigh. “I love you Issa.” You said and closed your eyes and nuzzled into her neck, you were emotionally and physically drained and in desperate need of a nap. Right here would do, you decided as you began to drift off.
“I love you too my darling girl.” She said and kissed your cheek, smiling at the small snores you were making into her neck. She wondered what the students were going to think when she carried you through the hall on her hip like a toddler, fast asleep. Maybe a little bit of a distraction from the students would be good for you she decided.
#weems comfort#Larissa weems#principal weems#marilyn thornhill#marilyn thornhill is not laurel gates#ms thornhill#nevermore#teacher r#art teacher r#past abuse#truama#ex girlfriends#weems x reader#stalking#panic attack#texting#fanfiction#fanfic#whump#fluff#comfort#sicfic#wednesday addams#hurt / comfort#emotional comfort
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Hihi! currently dealing with a bout of bad chronic pain and it got me thinking.
Any chance to get a hall mom Thornhill and platonic student reader who has chronic pain. Hurt / all comfort lol.
thornhill makes something to ease the pain using some of her plants in the greenhouse? And maybe she specifically started growing the plants once she learned one of her students suffered from chronic pain?
Please and thank you! Also feel free to change anything up!
Much love from the frog king🐸
Exam Season
Pairings: Thornhill x Reader (platonic)
Word count: 1.6K
Summary: Reader has been in some pain and finally finds a solution.
TW: mentions of drugs, chronic pain, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol
A/n I had so much fun with this one. I did a lot of research through my old medical textbooks so most of it is hopefully accurate.
It was exam season which meant pain, both from studying and well … the chronic kind. And just because you were used to it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. Because it did. Badly.
There were a few things that caused pain flare ups for you ever since the car accident you were in a few years ago. Of course, one of the two was stress which was assured with exam season and the second was disrupted sleep patterns and with all the late-night study sessions that was another thing you could check off the mental triggers list. But it's not like you couldn’t study. You needed to. You prided yourself on it. Your family name was all you had left of your parents. They, unlike you did not survive the crash. So you used the fear of being nobody with no home as a drive, to work. To be someone worth something.
The light was on in your dorm once again as Ms Thornhill made the rounds before going to bed herself. Ophelia hall had few rooms where there was only one student. You had been lucky enough to be one of them. So she knew you were awake. But the light had been on four nights in a row now. Surely that was getting a little bit excessive. She made mental note to ask you about it later in her class, she knew you were a responsible student and as you were old enough to make your own decisions, she trusted you to make good ones at that.
It must have been around two am before you actually got to sleep. The next morning the pain was so much worse. You dragged yourself out of bed in hope that a hot shower would relax the muscles in your neck. You stood and lazily made your way to the ensuite, mentally thanking whoever was in charge of the roomie situation that you simply didn’t have one.
After a shower that seemed to have little to no effect at all on the stupid amount of pain you were in you dressed slowly and grabbed breakfast before heading to botany.
You had no meds for the pain, Panadol never touched the level of chronic pain you were in. High dose stuff made you nervous, you didn’t want to get addicted at such a young age. But you also couldn’t ask for help without exposing the fact you had nobody at home to get you anything.
You made it a point to avoid the infirmary, opting to look out for yourself.
When you had signed up for nevermore yourself, you had faked your parents' signatures based off some old documents you found in your father's study. You had guarded that secret with your life.
Every parent's weekend you simply said they lived far away which was why you stayed on the grounds during breaks, not because you hated the empty house you would eventually have to go home to. So no, you didn’t risk seeing the nurse.
Taking your seat in the room you were slouching badly, trying to ease the pain by loosening the muscles. Every once in a while, you would roll your shoulders to try and get a temporary reprieve in the constant gnawing on your sanity. After a bit you gave up on the worksheet all together and put your head down on the desk trying to get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as possible in that moment.
You jumped when you felt a hand make contact with your back gently. Looking up with bleary eyes, glazed with pain, you saw the concerned face of Ms Thornhill looking down at you.
“Honey are you ok?” She asked already knowing the answer, she was biting her bottom lip, usually you were veery composed so she knew it was something bad.
“Im fine Ms Thornhill.” You said sounding slightly strained.
“Darling I’m your dorm mom right now, call my Marilyn sweetie.” She said and began rubbing circles on your back. You relaxed under her touch, it was soothing and it had been so long since you had any sort of positive contact. You relished in the feeling. You were too tired to care right now about the rest of the class who luckily seemed to be paying no attention at all to the two of you.
“Im fine Marilyn.” You said and ducked your head again.
“Darling don’t lie to me I can tell somethings wrong.” She said softly but sternly. You nodded with tears in your eyes.
“Can I talk to you later.” You whispered.
“Well class is over in a few minutes so please stay behind and talk to me.” She said sensing that you weren’t going to talk in front of your peers.
When class finally ended you packed up your books slowly and stayed seated as the class trailed out. Ms Thornhill came over and pulled up the chair beside you, taking your hand in hers and rubbing it with her thumb grazing gently over your knuckles.
“Talk to me sweetheart.” She said and you choked back tears. The dam burst when she pulled you in for a hug. It had been so long since you had a hug.
You sobbed into her shoulder, and she rubbed your back.
“Shh shh shhh its ok Darling. Im here. And I’ll help you however i can sweetie.” She said before pausing.
“Darling how long has it been since you had a hug?”
“T-too long.” You sniffled.
Then you simply buried your face in her neck until you calmed down. When you finally pulled away, she wiped away the tears with her thumb.
“Now whats the matter many darling?” She asked and you swallowed.
“A few years ago, i was in a car accident. I got whiplash and hurt my neck. It’s never really been the same since. I know it's not in my file but i can usually manage it fine by myself. With the stress of the exam coming up and late nights studying it … it hurts so much more than it normally does. Im scared to take anything I might get addicted to.”
“Well first, we will need to update your file.” She said squeezing you hand gently. “Second if this is a bad flare up...” she paused and waited for your response, and you nodded. “Which it is.” She said slowly, “I can give you something for the pain. And we can manage it together. Ok darling?” She asked and you nodded feeling slightly overwhelmed.
“Now I don’t think principal Weems would approve of me growing you some medicinal Marijuana.” She said and you gave a choked laugh.
“No, I don’t think I would.” Came a voice from the doorway and both of you turned to face the principle. She was wearing a small, amused smirk as she walked over to join you.
“I had a report Y/n wasn’t in her second class. I thought i may find her here.” She said. “Anyone want to explain?” She asked and you looked to Ms Thornhill to answer.
“Y/n was just telling me how she’s been having some issues as of late. Chronic pain was it darling?” She asked looking at you and you nodded and looked away studying the plants on the window cil. “We were just discussing some options.” She finished.
“And I’m glad you have ruled out medicinal Marijuana.” Weems said with a laugh.
“As am I.” You whispered making them both laugh.
“Glad to see you were paying attention in last week's drugs and alcohol assembly darling.” The principal drawled. “However, Ms Thornhill here, may need another.” She said jokingly. “So, whats the plan?”
“Well, I was going to make Ms L/n here some chamomile, willow bark and meadowsweet tea for the pain. Maybe a massage and a heat pack.” Ms Thornhill said standing and grabbing various tins of dried herbs. “I have been wanting to grow some more of my herbs for any students that would need them, and it seems u have found my first patient.” She smiled kindly at you, and you simply nodded again.
“Well, I’ll leave you two too it. I’ll also excuse Ms L/n here from her classes for the day. Provided you are either with Ms Thornhill, at your dorm or at the infirmary.” She said and you thanked her as she left.
A moment later the botany teacher placed a steaming mug of tea in front of you and you sighed as she pressed a heat pack she had seemingly pulled from thin air against your neck.
“I can give you a massage later, the upper traps and right across your shoulders if you like?” She said and you nodded.
“Yes please.” You said shyly and she beamed at you.
“Drink that tea darling girl and then we can see how you're feeling. Also, I’d be happy to tutor you if it helps with the stress.”
“Oh you … you don’t have to do that, I’m sure I'll be fine.” You stammered not wanting to take up anymore of her time.
“Darling I’m offering.” She said and you paused.
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask my sweet.” She said and you sipped the tea again.
It was safe to say the tea helped significantly. Despite being an old remedy and not being clinically proven, it worked really well.
For the rest of the day, you hung out with the botany teacher, and she helped you study some more. Maybe, just maybe, life would be a bit easier from now on.
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#sicfic#chronic pain#thornhill x r#platonic#botany#nevermore#outcast R#outcast reader#Princple weems#marilyn thornhill#soft thornhill#marilyn thornhill is not laurel gates#dorm mom#whump#hurt comfort#wednesday addams#thornhill comfort#comfort#fluff#slight angst#exams#stress#outcasts#nevermore academy#Ms Thornhill#laurel gates#sick reader#sick r#pain#suffering
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Hii
can I please request a fic for Weems and maybe Thornhill where reader gets a nosebleed in class or something idk.
Thank you.
Nosebleed
Pairings: Weems x reader (platonic)
Word count: 1.2K
Summary: You get a nosebleed in class and make a run for it.
TW: Blood, more blood, one swear word
A/n I am really projecting in this fic. Basically, all of it has happened to me expect you know, the whole nevermore part obviously (I wish tho)
Botany was one of your favourite classes by far but today you were exhausted. Enid had woken you up at the crack of dawn to tell you some gossip that “simply couldn’t wait.” You loved enid but that didn’t stop you threatening to give her a buzz cut in her sleep if she cut your sleep short again.
Ms Thornhill was stood at the front of the room talking about something our other. Based off the notes enid was taking in blinding neons gel pens it had something to do with inhibiting the ability of seers. Honestly you would photocopy her notes later, with the black and white printer of course this wasn’t your first rodeo.
You were staring off into space not really paying much attention to the real world when you felt your nose start to run. Dammit. You couldn’t get sick now. Electing to ignore it until the last possible minute still have wrapped up in your daydream you felt enid elbow you.
“Dude.” She said and you glared at her. “Your nose if bleeding.” She hissed in a loud whisper.
“Shit.” You said and brought the back of your wrist to the base of your nose. It came back with a bright red streak, and you immediately cupped a hand under your chin.
Ms Thornhill had paused for a second not really being able to see you past the plants.
“Ms L/n? Anything you’d like to share with the class?” She asked and you stood quickly staying out of sight.
“Nope all good. Be right back.” You said “hopefully” you added under your breath and the way Enid’s eyes widened told you she heard it. You turned on your heel and raced out of the classroom. Ignoring the calls from your botany teacher to return to the classroom. You hurried through the halls the red blood pooling in your cupped hands. You weren’t really paying much attention to the halls; everyone would be in class now anyway.
You had had plenty of nosebleeds in the past, so the start of the new year was always fun. New teachers who were unused to it often worried or tried to send you to the nurse making a big fuss. But by the end of the year, you would simply leave to take care of it in the bathrooms and return to class later with the simple question of “nosebleed?” To which you would say yes and return to your seat. Nosebleeds were just something you were used to.
So many different scenarios in the past. Being pulled out if school swimming lessons because you hadn’t noticed your nose was starting to bleed. That was awesome your hated swimming.
Of course, there were some less than ideal times for it. For example, waking up in the night and not being bothered to deal with it so you simply laid down some tissues on the pillow, sent a quick prayer to whatever god was awake at 2am so you wouldn’t drown in your own blood while you slept and rolled over and gone back to sleep.
In other words, you were simply desensitised at this point. You had had more nosebleeds than regular runny noses so much so if it ran your first thought was it was bleeding not running. But you guessed the less than adequate sleep from last night had contributed to the lack of awareness. You could often catch it before it dripped. Giving you enough time to grab a tissue. However, the idea of going in front of the class, which was partially made up of fledgling vampires wasn’t your idea of fun. So, you fled.
You were navigating your way to the nearest bathroom when you collided with someone, apologising profusely before carrying on.
Had you stopped you may have realised it was Principle weems. Principle weems who was wearing a white blazer which now had a red spot on it. She frowned before recognising it as blood and hurrying to follow you. She made note you weren’t going to the nurse or even remotely in the direction of the infirmary and decided to intervene. She shifted and removed the blood from her clothes and straightened her blazer before pushing open the door to the bathroom.
She peered in and gasped softly. You were stood trying not to touch anything with your bloody hands while your nose dripped onto the white porcelain. You seemed to be experienced in the matter which only made her more concerned.
“Ms L/n? Are you quite alright.” She asked coming and placing a hand on your shoulder.
You looked at her in the mirror and frowned.
“P-principle weems.” You said
“Yes darling.” She said and you connected the dots.
“Sorry for running into you. I was … preoccupied.”
“Multitasking in can see that.” She chuckled and walked over to the paper towel dispenser. She pulled out a few sheets and ran them under the tap next to the sink you were still hanging over.
She walked closer and gestured for you to give her your hand.
“But … it’s covered in blood?” You said.
“Yes, darling i know. That’s why I’m going to clean it.” She said softly and you let her wipe the blood off your hands before disposing of it and going to your other side to wipe it off the other hand.
Once your fingers were clean, she grabbed another sheet of paper towel and placed it on your upward facing palm which she used to hold your chin, her other hand coming to your cheek to guide your head to look at her.
She watched as it bled and surveyed the bleeding tilting your head back very slightly, she knew it was best to make sure you kept your head held forwards, but she wanted to check everything was ok. After a moment she guided you back over the sink and threw out the slightly bloodied paper towel. She washed her hands and came back to stand beside you.
“Darling the bleeding is slowing so we don’t have to take you to the infirmary.” She said and you scoffed, which made her raise an eyebrow.
“Based off your reaction and general demeanour towards…” she gestured to the sink, “this. I’d say this is a common occurrence, correct?” She asked and you nodded as best you could. You waited and after a few more seconds the bleeding had fully stopped.
You rinsed out the sink and the principle came with a wet paper towel to dab the blood from your top lip and cheek. Once she was done, she threw it in the bin along with the others.
Giving you a once over with her eyes she smiled.
“Well. I think you should get back to class. I’ll give you a note for Ms Thornhill.” She said and laughed at the expression on your face.
“How-?”
“Darling why do you think I was heading to your classroom?” She said and you nodded and chuckled to yourself.
“Well off you go. I’ll email Ms thornhill.” She said and ushered you back into the hall before setting off back to her office. You turned to leave, and the footsteps stopped making you turn back to check on her. She was facing you and chewing her lip slightly. When she caught your gaze, she sighed.
“Darling if you ever need anyone to help with this or the aftermath. Send someone or come get me love. Blood doesn’t bother me.” She said and you thanked her and went back to class.
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#sicfic#nosebleed#blood#fanfic#weems#Larrissa weems#Princple weems#comfort#weems comfort#hurt / comfort#injury#reader gets nosebleeds#weems x r#platonic relationships#whump#fluff#no angst#no smut#thornhill#marylin thornhill#enid Sinclair#Wednesday addams#nevermore#nevermore reader#outcast reader#hurt reader#self insert#y/n#reader#weems x reader
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Nightshade
Larissa Weems x Vampire!reader
Summary: You almost lose Larissa.
Notes and warning: Marilyn Thornhill (yes she’s a warning by itself), little bitty angst, near-death experience, blood-drinking (i guess?). I’m not proud of this tbh :(.
It’s been a few weeks since your first visit to nevermore. You had gotten to know the young vampires there and basically made friends with them.
You were chatting with Yoko and arguing about which blood type is tastier when Thing, a hand that always accompanied Wednesday Addams tugged on your pants. You tried trading him for Advanced Cello lessons but she wouldn't budge. He gave you the middle finger and you raised your hands in defeat. "No need to be rude".
You looked down to see him obviously anxious by the way he was signing so fast. “Alright calm down what are ya saying?”.
He gave up and told you to follow him, you reluctantly walked behind him as he took you to the greenhouse, the place you dreaded the most around here because of that weird woman.
You saw Larissa there. Laying on the ground, a clear substance came out of her mouth while Wednesday fought off Marilyn. You froze, your knees couldn't hold your weight anymore but you went to grab the shovel on the table and hit Marilyn in the back of the skull, knocking her out before falling on your knees.
“R..Rissa?” She tried so hard to look at you, you wished she didn't because now your undead heart's aching at the way she desperately tried to talk. You didn't know what to do. "W..wh..Draga mea, what happened?" you asked her but Wednesday answered behind you.
"Thornhill injected her with nightshade poison" As soon as she said it, you subconsciously moved her head to the side, piercing her pulse point with your fangs to try and suck the poison out while your tears soaked her neck, her blood soaking yours as you failed to keep your mouth shut while you sobbed.
Your efforts proved fruitful as you began tasting the poison, stopping what you were doing to spit it out next to her before continuing the process as Wednesday tried pulling you off her while the paramedics came in the room with a stretcher and the sheriff with handcuffs ready in his hands and handcuffed Marilyn, who surprisingly began regaining consciousness.
"They're going to help her" Wednesday assured in her usual cold voice and you scoffed. "yeah, as if normies care about us. This here is evidence that we're still at war with them! She trusted her and let her teach outcasts! They're not taking her" you pushed the paramedic off her as he tried to take her pulse.
"Don't touch her!" you growled, your fangs on display as your pale skin somehow reddened with fury.
You felt a soft grip on your hand and looked down to see Larissa nodding with a weak smile. You wiped the saliva out of the corner of her lips with your sleeve and stood up. They took it as a sign to take her.
You hugged your arms to yourself, your tears staining your cheeks. "W..what the fuck happened?" you sighed, wiping your face with your hands.
"It was my fault" Wednesday gulped, "I convinced her to shapeshift into Thornhill's puppet to see that I was right, she stabbed her with that needle before she could say outcast".
You found no use in blaming Wednesday now. You left the greenhouse and made your way to her office to get your coat, freezing at the sight of the empty room, her perfume still lingering in the air.
You stopped yourself from breaking down again, putting your coat on and going to your car, the students sending you apologetic looks on the way.
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You paced around the waiting room, still no word of her being okay. You were nervous as hell, were you going to lose her that day if Thing hadn't come to find you?.
"Family of Larissa Weems?" someone called behind her and you turned to face a nurse that had a reassuring smile on her face.
"She's awake now, follow me" you walked behind her until you stopped in front of room 324, taking a deep breath before knocking and entering.
There she was. Your wife, whose passion for achieving peace between normies and outcasts has led her here. Her eyes met yours as she looked away from the TV. She was wired to multiple IVs and bandaged on the neck.
You made your way to her, sitting next to her bed and taking her hand in yours. "How do you feel, iubita mea?" was all you managed to ask as the blonde nodded.
"I'm fine. Just….shocked” you hummed, resting your temple on her thigh.
She reached with her hand to run it through your hair in a comforting manner, knowing that you wouldn’t stop blaming yourself if anything had happened to her.
She saw you swallowing back a sob and patted the space beside her. “I don’t want to hurt you” you frowned, though you wanted nothing more than to snuggle next to her.
“You won’t. Now come here” she gave you one of her dreamy smiles and you gave in. You took your shoes off before climbing up the hospital bed and cuddled next to her, cautious as to not mess up the IVs and hurt her.
“There you go. I’ll be fine..We’ll be fine” she placed a kiss to your hair and held you close.
“How would you like a position at Nevermore?” She asked after a few minutes of silence, her hands still working through your hair.
It surprised you, to say the least, but you wouldn’t turn down an opportunity like this “If it keeps you alive. And No Normies”.
She let out a chuckle, kissing your hair again. “Anything you want, my little bat”.
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#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems#gwendoline christie x reader#gwendoline christie#wednesday addams x reader
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“You bought me flowers?” With Larissa :)
oooh, absolutely :). R wears a suit, just so you know lol. I always lose track of time and the fic ends up 10k words so apologies in advance LOL.
Oblivious
Larissa Weems x Teacher!reader
Summary: You’ve been hinting at Larissa that you wanted to ask her to the dance, but she’s just too oblivious. So you figured flowers would do the job.
She looked so beautiful, you thought. "Miss Y/l/n, keep staring and you'll poke holes into our principal" Yoko's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked, turning your head to face the vampire, her eyes not covered by glasses for once.
"Run along, Tanaka..I'm preparing myself for a worst-case scenario" You took a deep breath, you had no date for the Rave'N tonight. Neither did any of the staff if you were being honest. But as you looked at Larissa, your throat's gone dry. She..was mesmerizing. The vampire shrugged, pulling Divina with her as she walked away.
You held the bouquet in your hands nervously, now second-guessing your decision as you listened to her rant to Thornhill about her disappointment years ago, a boy rejecting her for another woman. How could he?, you thought. (y/n, it's Morticia..I'm pretty sure it was a hard choice lol).
You gulped, waiting for Thornhill to get the hell away from Larissa so you can finally talk to her alone. Yoko did you a favor and distracted her, taking her away before shooting you a wink. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head before you made your way to the woman that's been occupying your thoughts to the point that you were chickening out to ask her to the dance for the past week.
Her eyes locked with yours before landing on the beautiful flowers in your hands with a gulp. "Y/n! don't you look ravishing! Who's the lucky gal?" you gave her a smile, "hello, Miss Weems..you look beautiful tonight. These are um...they're actually for you" she froze before chuckling with a nod, "Can't deny they're absolutely beautiful, but I can't keep you from your date any longer" she fidgeted with her gloved hands, smiling at the students coming in with their dates. “Welcome to the Rave’N!!”
Your eyes locked with hers as she furrowed her eyebrows, your date no where to be seen.“I have no date” you smiled shyly, “they’re for you” You affirmed again, holding the bouquet out for her to take.
The taller woman blinked in surprise and took it, her hand brushing against yours. “you bought me flowers?” she asked, almost in a whisper. You nodded, your hands going in your pockets nervously.
“I um..wanted to ask you to the dance but..didn’t really get a chance to do so” she looked at the flowers in surprise. “Yes, I..can be a bit oblivious” she chuckled, her cheeks as red as her lipstick.
You gasped as your favorite song played and held out your hand. “care to dance?” she chuckled, nodding before you gave the bouquet to one of your students to deliver to her office as you took her to the dance floor, twirling her around as she giggled.
As the song finished, you were met with Wednesday who was just arriving to the party. “I have to admit, I did not see this coming” she looked between the two of you before making a face, turning around and walking away, Tyler following behind her like a lost puppy.
You shrugged, taking Larissa’s hand to go get some drinks. You handed her a glass of ‘Yiti-tini’. As the night went on, you and Larissa were slow dancing to a quiet song before you felt something raining on you..you looked up to see it raining...blood? no..you tasted the red liquid before spitting it out.
You tried calming the students down as they ran and screamed. “IT’S PAINT YOU COWARDS!” You yelled before realizing Larissa was throwing a fit of her own behind you.
You pulled her to the courtyard and laughed at her as she caught her breath after screaming for so long. “it’s just paint” you took your blazer off, wrapping it around her, shielding her from the cold as she glared at you.
“My dress is ruined!” she looked down at her dress, frowning at the clearly unwashable stains of paint. You took a handkerchief out of your pocket, closing the gap between you two and standing on your tip toes to reach her face and dab on her eyes, which she could barely open.
She sighed in defeat, leaning her head down so you continue your task without having to stand on your tip toes.
You grinned at the gesture, stopping what you were doing to make eye contact before you licked your lips. “you’re..amazing” she whispered, her hands coming to brush your now-wet hair out of your face.
Blood rushed to your cheeks as she stared at your lips, her eyes moving to your eyes in a silent request for permission. You nodded, hand now resting on her waist as she cupped your jaw with a hand, pulling you closer before smashing her lips with yours.
The kiss ended as quick as it began, “oh, god y/n I am so sorry I didn-” you cut her off, pulling her face down and smashing your lips against hers.
As you pulled away for breath. “You really are oblivious, huh?” you giggled at her shocked expression. “you truly see me that way?” she whispered so quietly you almost didn’t here.
“Of course, Larissa..who wouldn’t?” you smiled sadly, taking her hands in yours, kissing her knuckles.
She scoffed, “you’ve always overestimated me..in front of the mayor, when I’m overwhelmed with paperwork and meetings, nothing made me get out of bed every morning like your words of encouragement did..you..see me” you couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t see herself the way you do.
You pulled her hand without a word to her office, sitting her down on the loveseat in front of the fireplace, seeing the bouquet placed on her desk just like you asked your student to, brining a single flower from the bouquet to her, handing it to her dramatically.
She giggled, rubbing her temple in embarrassment before taking it from you and inhaling its scent. It smelled as beautiful as it looked.
“How can I convince you that you deserve to be loved..that you’re so, so beautiful?” you asked, your hands resting on both armrests in front of her before she pulled you onto her lap, startling you.
“Stay..” was all she said, her arms wrapping around you. “Always” you mumbled, closing your eyes on her shoulder and unintentionally drifting to sleep.
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Hi lovely, i hope you got some sleep.
I've got request it can be WandaNat or Weems.
So R hates being a problem so every time when she is sick or don't understand something she instead of asking for help try to handle it alone. When she gets hurt (at mission or because of some students idk) it is awkward for her to ask for help. Because of how long she keep the wound hiden she got fever and she act like a child.
Also can i be a ✨ on anon list?
Attack of the pot plant
Pairings: Ms Thornhill x Reader (platonic)
Word count: 2.1K
Summary: You hide an injury and it turns out badly for you. Luckily Ms Thornhill cares for you.
TW: injury, blood, infection, fever, hiding injuries
A/n I hope you like it, I think this is what the request asked for :) if its not feel free to submit another request, keep them coming I love your ideas guys. Also whoever made this request is ✨ anon on the anon list. I know i had another request for that anon emoji but this request was in before them so…. Unless its the same person who requested both times. Idk. Basically whoever made this request is ✨ anon.
You had botany last, and everything had been going great, almost too well in fact. At least, it had been going great.
But you see that’s the thing, nothing ever seemed to go well for Y/n for long periods of time.
In fact, you always managed to get injured and as a result you had taken to caring for yourself. You kept a first aid kit in your dorm for all the times you had patched yourself up. It would have been borderline embarrassing if you had to turn up to the infirmary each time you got injured, because you would probably end up being there every day.
All it had taken was your mother making jokes about being a frequent flier at the nurse's office at your last school before you swore off nurses all together. From then on you decided not to burden anyone with your clumsiness, it was fair to say you became quite proficient in all things first aid after that. From bandaging to butterfly stitches. …
As mentioned, botany had been going well … until someone dropped a pot and it shattered.
Normally that was fine, there were plenty of other plants and pots. except this time the broken pot, upon impact with the floor, had thrown a sharp shard of ceramic that had cut your arm. It had managed to slice a long and nasty cut down your forearm, about almost 10cm long. It looked bad.
you felt stupid, if Ms Thornhill noticed she would probably escort you down to the nurse herself. you did not want to cause her any more problems than she already had, so you grabbed your blazer and slid it on. wincing as it rubbed against the cut which was bleeding a lot more now. you needed to get out of here and bandage it. you had first aid supplies in your dorm you could use.
“Um… Ms Thornhill?” you said.
“Yes honey?” she asked from the floor where she was sweeping up the dirt from the broken plant.
“Can i go back to my dorm really fast i forgot my textbook.” you said praying it would work.
“Sure, make sure you come straight back though.” she said not looking up.
“Thanks Ms.” you grinned.
you had to be quick. you raced through the halls until you arrived outside your dorm. going inside you found the kit fairly quickly. pulling out a roll of clean white bandages.
you looked down to find your sleeve had a dark patch from where the blood was seeping through. cursing softly, you pulled the sleeve up and held some gauze against the wound before wrapping the bandage around. starting at your elbow you wrapped it tightly all the way down to your wrist, but not tight enough to cut off any circulation. tucking the end back into the bandage’s earlier loop, you cleaned up the packaging and quickly rushed back to the classroom.
It didn’t hurt too bad, you had a pretty high pain tolerance, so you didn’t need any pain medicine not that you would for something as simple as a cut.
Walking back into the classroom Ms Thornhill was standing back up, having finished cleaning up the mess as she didn’t want anyone to cut themselves on the sharp clay pot. Too late. You went back and sat down at your desk, missing the look you got from the teacher as you pulled out your textbook from your bag where it had been the whole time.
The rest of the lesson was pretty average, you listened to her talk about plant phenotypes and leaf shapes. She had the class do some drawings of plants and then identify the one the person next to you had drawn as a fun activity at the end. After what felt like no time at all you were dismissed so you packed up your books and left.
That afternoon you had free so you planned to do some study in the library, but you knew you should probably change the bandages first. You had glimpsed it seeping through during botany when your sleeve rode up a bit.
After getting back to your dorm you sat on the bed and pulled out the first aid kit again. Just as you pulled your sleeve down the door opened.
“Damn dude what did you do?” Yoko asked coming in and shutting the door, dropping her backpack by her desk and sliding onto her bed. She sat cross legged and watched, motioning for you to continue what you were doing.
“Um… nothing really. Just a pot smashed in botany, and I copped a piece of it to the arm.” You said trying to play it off. Yoko looked at the bloodied bandage you were unwinding.
“Um … that really doesn’t look good… like … at all.” She said.
“I’ll be fine, nothing i can’t handle myself.”
“You should probably go to the nurse y/n”
“So, she can do what? Re-bandage it? That’s what I’m doing.” You said and Yoko huffed before rolling her eyes.
“Whatever.” And with that she rolled over and pulled out her phone scrolling through the latest update on Enid’s blog.
You were glad she had turned away because the cut wasn’t looking any better. If anything, it looked way worse. The skin was raised and red, looking angry and it hurt to the touch as you tried to clean up some of the blood. If it didn’t get better soon you may have to go to the nurse after all.
You cleaned it up with some wet gauze and saline before rewrapping it and slipping on a hoodie.
“Wanna go to the library with me?” You asked Yoko who agreed. You both needed to study anyway so why not together.
After getting to the library, you placed a hand over your arm to feel the cut. It still really hurt, and it felt kind of warm to the touch. Mentally you thought about what that could mean but nothing really came to mind. Shrugging it off you sat down and pulled out a thick botany textbook.
Over half an hour into your study you heard the library doors open and you and Yoko looked up from where you had been quizzing each other on plant species names, the genus and the phylum. Ms Thornhill entered the library and walked over to the gardening section of the library, thumbing through some of the thicker books looking for anything she should put into her lesson plan. After a bit she pulled out two of the thicker books and placed them in her bag before she caught sight of you and Yoko. She smiled and you waved as she began to come over.
Over the past fifteen minutes the library had been feeling abnormally warm, you were tempted to take off your hoodie but that meant your bandages would show and you didn’t want to bother the nurse who had probably already gone home for the day by now.
Ms Thornhill drew closer, a small frown on her face now as she came to stand next to you.
“Are you ok y/n?” She asked and you nodded, “you look a bit flushed honey.” She said and before you could dart away, she pressed the back of her hand to your cheek her eyes widening. “Sweetheart you're burning up!” She exclaimed. Yoko watched and frowned.
“Dammit Y/n you probably have an infection you dumbass.” Yoko said and Ms Thornhill frowned.
“What is she talking about Y/n?” The botanist asked and you fidgeted with your sleeve. “Right, now we need to get you out of that hoodie. It can’t be helping your fever.” She said and reached for the sleeve. You huffed and pulled away, frowning.
“Nooo.” You whined like a child, and she raised a brow.
“Are you not wearing anything underneath?” She asked and you shook your head. If your cheeks weren’t flushed before they were now. “Then the hoodie comes off. No ifs or buts.” She said and this time she managed to get ahold of the hem before she hiked it up.
“Arms up.” She said and you reluctantly followed her instructions. When your hoodie was off, she folded it and looked up. Her eyes catching on the bandages and widening comically.
“Y/n, please tell me you saw the nurse for that cut.” She said sounding a bit scared.
“No, she didn’t.” Yoko said and you glared at her. She simply shrugged. “What it’s true.” She said.
“Come on y/n. We’re going to the infirmary. Right. Now.” Ms Thornhill said.
“Im fine.”
“Darling we both know thats not true.” She said softly.
“Seriously Y/n get your ass to the infirmary.” Yoko said.
“Finnneeee.” You said in a defeated tone.
“Good, come on honey.” Ms Thornhill said, pulling you to your feet. You swayed for a second and she was quick to put her hands on your shoulders to stabilise you. “Alright, let's go.” She said and kept one arm around your shoulder for the whole trip to the nurse's office.
Once you arrived, she pointed to one of the spare beds with a stern look on her face that left no room for arguments.
“Sit.” She commanded and you sat.
Glancing at you one more time she went into the nurse's office and grabbed her. Nurse Peterson was probably one of the sweetest nurses, so you were glad she was on shift today, her personality much like Ms Thornhill’s usually bubbly persona. Both came back out after Ms Thornhill explained the situation.
The nurse came over and Ms Thornhill sat in a plastic chair nearby watching closely.
She began by unwrapping the bandages and letting out a small huff as she saw the cut. It looked angry and red.
“Y/n I’m not going to tell you off, but you do need to ask for help when you need it honey.” Ms Thornhill said, “or I’m going to bring you in for checkups myself to make sure you're not hiding things like this in future.” She said and you knew she meant it. You nodded and let out a small hiss as the nurse applied some antibiotic cream that stung.
“Sorry love. It’ll just sting for a minute.” The nurse said already holding gauze over it and starting to re-bandage it.
“For whats its worth you bandage like a medical professional.” She said and you smiled and let out a small hum.
“It comes from practise.” You said with a grin and Ms Thornhill raised an eyebrow.
“We will be talking about that later Ms L/n” she said, and you let out a huff.
After the nurse finished, she reached over and grabbed the thermometer. Sticking it in your ear and humming as it beeped.
“Not too high, but i will give you some paracetamol to bring it down.” She said popping out two tablets and handing them to you. You thanked her and took them.
“No water?” The nurse said and you shrugged.
“What can I say, I’m a pro.” You grinned and Ms Thornhill didn’t know whether to laugh or scold you. So, she settled for a halfhearted glare which only made you laugh.
“Alright you should be all good to go. I recommend you return to your dorm. And Ms Thornhill, as her dorm mother, I recommend checking on her just to make sure her fever goes down. Other than that, your free to leave.”
“Thank you, Nurse Peterson.” Ms Thornhill said getting up and walking over to you. You thanked the nurse and let Ms Thornhill pull you up. She held your hand as she walked you back to your dorm. It made your cheeks flush as you felt like a small child being led around.
When you got back and opened the door Yoko was laid on her bed reading, and Ms Thornhill came in after you. She handed you a pair of Pjs.
“Change.” She said “and then its bed for you. I’ll come around with dinner for you later.” Her face left no room for arguments. You took the clothes and changed. Coming back out she peeled down the sheets and patted the spot on the bed. After you reluctantly came over and laid down, she pulled the sheets up, tucking them in around you.
“Ms Thornhill.” You said blushing but she ignored you.
“This is what happens when you don’t ask for help. You no longer get a say.” She said and pressed her hand to your cheek.
“How are you feeling now? Better?” She said and you buried your face in your hands.
“Im fine.” And with that she softened.
“Alright.” She said softly. “Yoko, can you let me know if she needs anything.”
“Sure.” Yoko said not looking up.
“Stay in bed. I’ll be around later to check on you with dinner. Now sleep.” She said and tucked your hair behind you ear, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and leaving.
Sleep came relatively easily for once as you melted at the affection being shown towards you.
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