#Ms fucking THORNHILL

[m1lfsh4ke]

my cutie patootie honey bun did no wrongs in the show !!!

[douceurrrr]

✩ sex pollen with xavier thorpe

you were worried. you were texting xavier all day and yet no response. Ms. Thornhill assigned this thing called plant pets were everyone gets to take a plant with them to their dorms. you picked a venus flytrap and named it  venus, you kinda fell in love with it. as you were in your dorm, feeding the plant. all you could think about was xavier.

you picked up your phone to see if xavier answered any of your text but he didn't. you started to get worried and frustrated at same time so you decided to get up and go to his dorm. "I'll be back venus." you smiled at the plant, seeing the mouth move a little, then leaving. when you finally made it you knocked on the door. of course it wasn't easy, you had to get past the guards but you had to know what was wrong with xavier. "go away." a raspy, grumbling voice came from inside. "xavier, are you alright. it's me y/n" you layer your ear against the door to see if you can hear anything unusual.

"no just- just leave p-please." his voice was very wobbly. you heard the way his voice sounded and you got really worried. "xavier? are you okay? did you get hurt?" you rambled.

"no I'm not hurt just please leave." you started to feel hurt and confused as to why he wanted you to leave so bad. you can hear his panting through the door. whines and moans are all that can be heard from inside.

you bit the inside of your cheek and spoke, "xavier I'm coming in." when you said that you heard a bunch of protest but you ignored them and opened the door and immediately as the door open he's even worse. his body heats up and his cock gets even harder. you instantly gasped. you saw xavier on the bed, drowning in sweat, with his hand in his pants, insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you. the room was so hot. "oh god d-don't stare at me." he mumbled, fist going up and down, harshly. your thighs clenched together at the sight.

"xavier w-what happened?" you said as you face got hot. "the damn plant- god I need more." he grits, as his hand gripped his cock but it wasn't enough. your eyes scanned the room to come across a bright red-ish pink-ish plant.

you began to walk over to the plant before xavier immediately stops you. "no don't approach it." he whined as he keeps tugging on his cock.

you would be lying if you didn't think xavier wasn't attractive though.

"fuck y/n you gotta leave, I don't think I can really -shit- control myself around you." he pants out, eyes closed and head thrown back as he thinks about you. no you weren't going to leave in fact you wanted to help him. you knew the only cure from the plant was sex and you were willing to help him, anything to get him out of his state.

"no xavier, I'm going to help you." you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans as you get closer, even the slightest movement from you will make him hotter.

"okay but I won't be able to hold back." he whines as his excitement increases.

"use me xavier thorpe." your words made him groan as his breathing got heavier. he quickly moves his lips to yours, bringing you in the bed, on top of him before moving his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of it before slapping his hands down on it, you squeal at the movement.

he pulls away and stands up to began pulling your shorts down; groaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already so wet and sloppy from everything. "holy shit." he says, cock throbbing from the sight. he pulls his sweats down, revealing his cock to you. "okay with this, princess?" he says breaking heavily, waiting for your response.

"yes just please continue." you whined. he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your cunt. he folds you legs on you chest before he taps the head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in. you moan at the stretch, clawing at the sheets. "holy shit." he moaned, breathlessly.

"need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit" he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your clit. he feels you flutter around him as he bottoms out causing you to squeal. "oh fuck." you cried out.

"fuck- you're such a little slut, I've seen the way you look at me, you know we're not fucking. friends." he groans out as he pounds into you at the last of his sentence, fucking you dumb.

"fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt" he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the dorm drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he thrust into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of you.

"hear how fucking soaked you are baby?" he mocks as you hear the sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours. your legs started to burn as your hips buck away from it.

"nuh uh be good and take this dick" he grunts as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck you. he's hand finds it's way to your throat, squeezing slightly whilst the other one rubs circles into you clit.

"fuck! m'gonna cum please fuck, s'too good" you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at you before leaning down over you.

he kisses your cheek trying to soothe you. "you better fucking hold it " he grits as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his excruciating thrusts.

"you cum when I cum." he commanded. your eyes began to roll in the back of your head as he continued his brutal thrust on you g-spot. xavier's body began to tense as he began to rub your clit again making you shake.

"fuck- baby cum on this dick" he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a throaty moan. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him; soaking him and his dick.

at the sight he moans out before pulling out with ropes of cum gushing on the skin of your stomach and chest. he finally feels relieved.

after a few seconds you two finally calmed down. "thanks for helping me." he thanked. you nodded in response still a little lightheaded from what happened. "so this definitely ruined our friendship but I've liked you for a while now anyways." he shrugged, wiping some sweat from his forehead.

"yeah me too." you replied, wiping some cum from your stomach. "we have to get rid of that plant." you added with xavier nodding in agreement

[weemssapphic]

Lipstick Stains - Pt. 25

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~ 3k | ao3 link in title

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

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

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

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

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

Enid Sinclair.

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

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

“No, she doesn’t have a phone. Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s Principal Weems? Is she okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

All you could do now was wait.

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

Larissa, who didn’t deserve any of this.

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

“Oh, my dear Larissa!”

x

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[xavslilslut]

His little girl. || Xavier thorpe x reader

Warnings , size kink, P in V, unprotected sex, cussing, readers a vampire .

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reader and Xavier are dating, but reader has a kink her boyfriend isn't aware of..

You where Xavier thorpes girlfriend, also a vampire. You where known at nevermore because you where a special type of a vampire, not like the normal ones. Your venom, is poisonous and like a drug, you can control if you poison someone with your bite, thats what makes you special. Also the fact that you age like a human but you can never die, unless someone stabs you with a stake to your heart.

On your first day of nevermore when your dormmate, enid, was showing you around your eyes couldn't help but wonder on a certain someone, a tall, skinny, pale boy with long hair was on a latter painting, as you where looking at him he looked back and you quickly looked away. Later that day when you walked into Ms. Thornhills class, you saw him again smiling at you, you sat next to him and you guys became friends. Well, best friends, then you two started dating. He was head over heels in love for you, you felt the same, there where so many things about him that made your heart flutter, but one thing stood out, your height difference.

Your boyfriend was 6'2, you where 5'0. So that means that he's a whole foot and 2 inches taller than you, something about the way he looks down at you, the way he has to bend over to kiss you or to hear you or to tell you something, the way he's so much bigger and stronger than you, the way his hands are way bigger than yours, just everything makes you so crazy, absolutely crazy. And he feels the same way, he loves how much smaller you are compared to him.

You love the way his hands can cover your boobs when he grabs them, just like what hes doing right now as he's pounding into you, fast and hard, while your a moaning mess under him, legs shaking and your hands hold his arms. "mmmm, fuck xavi, m'fuck me so good!" You say, completely cock drunk. Xavier just looks down at you and gives you smile at how much he's fucked you dumb, "I know baby I know." He coos, you whine and bit your lip as you take one of your small hands of his arm and slide it down towards his chest, then to his slightly seen abs, you run your tiny fingers over his abs then bring them back to where they originally were on his arm.

You clench around him thinking about how small you are compared to him again, he let's out a low groan and a small 'fuck' as he feels you clench your already tight pussy around his cock. "mmm fuck xavi, pl-please use me, de-s-story me plea- fuck!" You try to say while he continues ramming into you, not stopping. He seems shocked by your words because you've never said anything like that, but just thinking about how you are so small compared just makes you go crazy, so crazy.

He doesn't question it though and instead just keeps fucking you at a inhumane paste, to the point where your literally screaming. All that can be heard from his dorm is skin clapping, moans, and low groans. You start to feel your release coming quickly as he brings one of his big hands down to start rubbing circles on your red swollen clit, making your stutter and your mouth to make an 'O' shape while letting out a long loud moan. "mmhhhh, fu-fuck xavi m'gonna cum!!"you moan stuttering due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"fuck, cum all over this dick baby" you hear Xavier say in a low raspy voice, his thrusts start getting sloppier and he starts moaning a lot more, with hearing his words you start to cum all over his cock, letting out loud pornographic moans, clenching around him. He reaches his release not to far after you, slowing pulling out and laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest to cuddle.

"What was that about you wanting me to use to you?" Xavier says while giving your head a kiss. "mm nothing." You say drifting off into your sleep already knowing he knew what you meant by that.

[abbyromanoff]

I was wondering if you could do a follow-up to Ms.Thornhill x Reader. Where reader is pregnant and things are going great until they are in their 2nd trimester. Reader finds out who Ms. Thornhill is, reader goes mama bear on her and gives her an ultimatum it's either me and the baby or your stupid revenge.

PLEASE DONT GO

PAIRINGS: Marilyn Thornhill x reader

WORD COUNT: 858

WARNINGS: angst, no happy ending, betrayal, pregnant!R, that’s really like it lol

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Throughout the entire pregnancy, Marilyn had been there by your side, keeping you safe and happy. And at first, you believed there could be nothing more to wish for. It was magical, your family was finally coming together in a loving formation.

You almost could’ve praised the woman for her skills in hiding this persona from you, but you were surrounded entirely by hatred and disbelief. How could she do this? How could she betray the one true person she’s ever loved? You didn’t know, but you did know that there was no possibility that you would raise your child in the same proximity as that woman.

“Y/N? Love, you in here?” The woman began ranting about her day mindlessly, only stopping when she reached the bedroom where you sat with a packed suitcase, your limp body too weak to stand. You were crying as you admired the framed photo you two had, and her eyes instantly widened as her movements to rid the jacket from her body fell still.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She kneeled in front of you, taking your chin in her fingers in hopes that it would soothe you, but you only leaned away.

“What’s going on?” She asked in disbelief, gulping nervously when you set the frame in her hands. She took it, and she was unable to stop the grin that appeared when seeing your large smile from her lips planting onto your cheek.

“I know everything, Marilyn.” You spoke, causing her eyebrows to raise in curiosity.

“What- what do you mean?”

“I know about your plans, I know about your family, I know why you came to this school in the first place.” She stood suddenly, and you refused to meet her eyes that looked down upon you.

“You plan to destroy all of this, don’t you? And Wednesday, you plan to kill her, as well?” Her scowl grew at the mention, and she quickly shut you down with a huff.

“That is none of your business-“

“Oh, really? I am carrying your fucking child, Marilyn, and soon I’ll be holding them in my arms. You are the mother to my child, and you believe it is not my business to care? I’m not going to raise a child with a monster.”

“I am not a monster, Y/N, I am doing what I am meant to do.”

“You’re meant to destroy our family? You’re meant to kill a teenager because your family said so?” She bit her lip as you stood alongside her, glaring as you held your ground. You weren’t afraid, you felt the rage and sadness helping you as your face came close to hers.

“Listen, I don’t want to hurt you, and I won’t. You just need to trust me.” You shook your head, and your throat tightened as tears threatened to revisit. You didn’t want her to see you cry, she didn’t deserve that glory.

“No, I can’t, Marilyn. Time and time again I have questioned you and you have lied to me, you told me there was nothing to worry about. But, guess what, there was. Why couldn’t you just tell me, Mar, why couldn’t you just tell me the truth?” You held your head in your hands, and the silence seemed to be deafening. When she refused to speak, you gained the courage to grab the handle of your suitcase, bringing it close to your body as you tried pushing past her. She stood in your way, her glasses on her nose as her vision became blurred. She placed a hand against your waist, and while it was not restricting, it felt like you could no longer move.

“Let me go.”

“I can’t, Y/N.”

“I can’t be here, I need to leave.”

“You need to be with me, baby, you love me.”

“And do you love me?” Her lips parted, her eyebrows furrowing as she positioned herself to stand in front of your form. “Or am I just some part of your sick plan?”

“I love you, I always have; I don’t think I can ever stop.”

“You’re lying, Marilyn.”

“I would never lie to you, Y/N.” Although she had, she refused to admit it. She didn’t want to lose the trust she knew she had most likely already lost, so she was desperate to keep you by her side.

“I can’t even believe that! Please, just let me go.” You paused, gulping down your sorrows and sniffling quietly. “I won’t tell anyone anything, if someone asks why we separated I’ll tell them we decided it was best for the child, okay? But I am not letting you anywhere near my baby, not until you get your shit fixed. But for now, I need you to let me go.” Silence filled the room as you approached the door, your hand colliding with the knob as you struggled to turn it. And once you did, it felt as though waves crashed through both you and Marilyn’s hearts.

“I love you both, Y/N, and I’m going to make this right. We’re going to be a family again.”

“I know, but it’s best that we aren’t right now.”

[supercap2319]

Betrayed

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

Dead leaves crunched beneath his feet as Y/N paced a small path towards the Crackstone's Crypt. The place that had been filled with so much mystery was now a place of dread and despair of painful memories. Memories of uncovering the mystery of Joseph Crackstone, Wednesday’s prophecy and the place where Y/N let himself be vulnerable to the one person that made him feel alive.

Tyler Galpin had reeled Y/N in with his boyish charm, and his warmth and earnestness, that shrouded the literal beast inside of him. The Hyde behind the Jekyll. The Beauty and the Beast.

His first date. His first kiss. Everything within that crypt was with the one person who broke Y/N Munster in more ways than one. He hated it.

Y/N sat down heavily on the steps to the crypt, burying his face in your hands. How could this have happened? His grandpa warned him that humans–normies, were dangerous, but Y/N didn’t realize how dangerous they really were.

The sound of footsteps could be heard around the crypt of Joseph Crackstone. Y/N looked up and saw a familiar face that made his stomach drop and his heart thumb rapidly.

Tyler raised his hands in defense as Y/N jumped up and got into a defensive position as he glared at the Hyde boy. “It’s just me. No need to bring out the Kung Fu moves again.”

“For you, I’d do much worse than just knocking you on your ass.” Y/N warned, fangs poking out just slightly. “I heard you escaped.”

Tyler smiled and chuckled. “More like…. out for good behavior.”

“And you came here because?”

“I knew you’d still be here before winter break. And I wanted to see you. Maybe talk?” Tyler got closer to Y/N as he hissed in warning as the Hyde boy backed up a bit.

“Talk about what, huh? How many more ways are there for you to rip my heart out?” Y/N asked him.

“I’m sorry,” Tyler said.

“No, you’re not. If you were truly sorry, you’d stop enjoying killing people.”

“Says the guy whose family are literal monsters.”

“My family may be monsters, but they are good people. Better than you could ever hope to be, because as long as you're sire bonded to Ms. Thornhill, you will always be a danger.” Y/N walked towards Tyler.

“Sire bond?” Tyler frowns.

“Yeah, you’re grateful to Ms. Thornhill for showing you who you really are, and that has caused you to do anything and everything that she asks. As long as you feel that loyalty to her, she will always have control over you.” Y/N and Tyler were standing chest to chest as Y/N looked into his blue colored eyes.

“Then help me break it, please?” Tyler runs a thumb over Y/N’s cheek as the latter moves away from his touch. “Don’t. Just don’t. I can’t help you, Tyler. Only you can do that.”

“I thought we were in this together?” Tyler asks.

“That was before I gave my heart to a lying jackass,” Y/N said. He speeded and pushed Tyler against a tree and kept the slightly taller boy pinned in an iron lock grip. “You know, under different circumstances, this would be kind of hot.”

“Do you not care about what you did to me? To Wednesday? To all the people you murdered!” Y/N asked. “My first kiss. My first boyfriend. I hate that it was you.”

“Then why let me live? Why not kill me?” Tyler’s blue eyes were a darker shade of blue in the cool, snowy air. He looked down at Y/N, awaiting an answer.

Y/N huffed as he let Tyler go. “I’m not a killer. I’m not you.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Wasn’t it? You could have chosen to tell me as soon as we met, but you didn’t. No, you chose to play with my feelings and you broke me, Tyler. I’m fucking broke because of you.” Y/N let tears roll down his face as he admitted that.

Tyler’s face immediately morphed into the one that was caring, compassionate, and warm. The face that he had used to rope Y/N in his webs of deceptions. “Oh, Y/N… I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.”

He wiped away Y/N’s tears. The other boy looked at him. “I want you to leave and never come back. If you do, I will drain every ounce of blood from your body. Understand?”

Tyler said nothing as he nodded his head. He was frustrated, hurt, and angry, but he accepted this. He stepped away from Y/N. He began to walk back the way he came as he turned and took one glance at Y/N. “I love you, Y/N Munster. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make things right between us. I would wait forever for you.” And with that, he was gone.

Y/N waited until he couldn’t hear Tyler’s heartbeat close him anymore before he let the tears fall hard, as Wednesday and Thing came up behind him and watched him breakdown.

[romanscoming]

Ok ok ok but what about wednesday p links *-*

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WARNING: these are links that contain porn!

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⥤ WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

wednesday plays with you wet pussy until you squirt. wednesday has you sitting on her face. wednesday humping on you last a night while, you try to keep quiet and not wake anyone.

⥤ GOODY ADDAMS

goody like to be fancy with you rubbing against her. goody enjoys sucking on your clit. goody is always worried about making you feel amazing.

⥤ YOUNG!GOMEZ ADDAMS

gomez sucking your clit and fingering your asshole. you rewarding gomez for staying outta trouble. gomez has you giving him back shots.

⥤ XAVIER THORPE

xavier fucks you while he’s jealous. xavier is soo good with his tongue, & has you shaking. you and xavier in his dorm before class; and after class.

⥤ AJAX PETROPOLUS

ajax misses you, and fucks you in the bathroom. ajax cums in you while making you moan louder. ajax is so rough for no reason at all, maybe he’s mad at you or just jealous of your guy friends.

⥤ ENID SINCLAIR

enid keeps her eyes on you as she eat you out. enid and you helping each other out, with her pretty pastel panties and a vibrator. enid like to stuff her face into your pussy, just to get a taste of your sweet juice.

⥤ ROWAN LASLOW

rowan hardly likes hurting you, so soft sex it is. rowan fucks you good before he leaves. rowan throat fucks you (HES SCARED TO DO IT BUT YOU ALWAYS GET HIM TO) whenever he feels sad, mad or any feels just to release some of his stress.

⥤ BIANCA BARCLAY

bianca eats you out while fingering& rubbbing herself. bianca, divina and you playing around and playing eachother out. bianca and you rubbing and moaning in her dorm room, after y’all’s sword fight.

⥤ TYLER GALPIN

tyler and you when his dads at work. tyler and you are so lazy in the morning. bouncing on tylers dick in his living room on the sofa.

⥤ LARISSA WEEMS

ms. weems always wants you to have a good time with her. ms. weems likes to put her tongue to work for you. weems goes soft and slow just for you.

⥤ MARILYN THORNHILL

ms. thornhill’s punishing you with her 4 fingers. ms. thornhill woke up wanting you &needy for you. thonhill using a vibrator and her tongue on you.

⥤ YOKO TANAKA

yoko likes to tease you all day. yoko has you nice and wet as she just licks you up. yoko pegs you, because you so needy for your vampires bride.

⥤ DIVINA

divina and you dry humping with you panties on. divina loves to worship you &you boobies. divina just wanting to lick you up all day.

⥤ KENT

kent as you in his dorm, whining and moaning. kent loves and enjoys making you moan and whimper. kent and his hair pulling kink,, he’s roughy but you love it, and always feed into it.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

hey!! can i request marilyn x fem!reader smut.

dom marilyn,mommy kink,degration

and the prompt Beg me. Go on…”

Yes yes yes! I’ve been wanting to write more for Marilyn 😝 Thanks for the request! Marilyn finding out about Older!Student!Reader writing fanfiction about her… Hope you Enjoy 💞 PSA: Marilyn is not Laurel Gates in this.

Fantasies Coming True ~Dom!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Sub!Student!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#56. “Beg me. Go on…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut smut, fingering, implied smutty fanfiction, age gap (all legal), mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, begging kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You’d been at the school for a few years now. And this year, Principal Weems brought in a new, normie teacher: Marilyn Thornhill.

The students were certainly buzzing about her. So much so that there was a bunch of student written fanfiction buzzing around.

Some about Marilyn and other teachers… Some about Marilyn and a reader insert… Some even about Marilyn and a student…

And you had to admit that you had written some yourself. You just couldn’t help yourself… The woman was so… magnetic. And your writing got around.

“Hey Yoko…!” You whispered across the classroom, “I need my papers back, where are they…?”

Yoko merely shrugged.

“Last saw it in Ms. Thornhill’s classroom…” she whispered back.

And that’s where your problems began. You gulped and your mind started spiraling.

~~~

As soon as your classes were over for the day, you bee lined it to Ms. Thornhill’s classroom. You knocked on the door anxiously and entered the greenhouse. You were met by the red headed botany teacher who had a certain twinkle in her eye. Blush instantly coated your face.

“Oh Miss L/N, I’m so glad you stopped by…!” She exclaimed.

“You… you are…?” You stuttered.

Your stomache was doing summersaults.

“Yeah, I believe you left something in my classroom today…” she said with a mischievous tone lacing her voice.

You gulped.

“I… I did…?” You chocked out.

At this, Marilyn nodded, went to her desk, picked up your papers, walked over to you, and handed them to you.

“I— thank you Ms. Thornhill. You… you didn’t read them by chance, did you…?” You stuttered, flustered by her close proximity and not meeting her gaze.

Marilyn let out a small sigh at your words. You then felt her hand cup your chin and direct your gaze back to hers.

“I did, babe…” she confessed.

Now you were truly panicking. You swiftly backed away from her touch and tried to escape to the door. But the red head had you cornered to the back of one of the student desks. You looked at the red head helplessly.

“Did you mean what you wrote?” Marilyn purred.

You gulped.

“Answer me…” she growled, grabbing your chin and forcing your gaze back to hers.

Your breath hitched and your panties were most definitely soaked through by now.

“Yes, Ms. Thornhill…” you whispered.

“Uh uh uh, that’s not my name…” Marilyn tauntingly purred, “What’s my name?”

“Yes, mommy…” you whimpered.

“Good girl…” she purred, “Now tell me what you want.”

“I…What?”

Marilyn’s hand moved from your chin to your throat and she squeezed.

“Don’t make me repeat myself…” she growled.

“I—sorry mommy…!! I… I want you!” You whimpered, moaning lightly at the pressure on your throat.

“Beg me. Go on… Beg me to call you a slut and fuck you dumb…” the red head taunted.

Your eyes widened.

“Please mommy… please please use me fuck me I’m yours please—!!” You desperately pled.

“Such a sweet slut…” Marilyn purred, cocking her head to the side.

You held your breath and clenched your thighs together in anticipation. Then the red head backed away slightly, eliciting a whine from your lips.

“Strip.” She growled. “And if I hear one more whine from you, I’ll bend you over my lap and spank your ass until your arousal is dripping down your thighs…”

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, scurrying to removed all your clothing.

Soon, you stood in front of the red head, completely nude and vulnerable. Marilyn smirked in amusement.

“Give mommy a turn around and let her see that pretty, slutty body of yours…” she purred.

“Yes mommy…”

You did as you were told and spun around in a circle slowly. The red heads gaze raked up and down your frame, her eyes hungrily devouring your figure. Suddenly, the woman was invading your space again, trapping you in between her body and the desk once more. She then took your frame and guided you to straddle her lap on her chair. Marilyn ran a finger teasingly through your folds.

“Oh my, you’re dripping, sweet whore…” she lustfully purred.

You shuddered at her actions and words, moving your hands to stabilize yourself on her lap.

“Yes mommy… all for you mommy… all yours…” you whimper, bucking your hips into her lap desperately.

“I love a whore who knows who she belongs to…” the red head purrs, sliding two fingers inside your heated core.

“Oh my—Fuck…!!” You breathily moan out, instinctually matching her thrusting rhythm with your own hips.

“My fingers feel that good, slut…?” She taunts.

“M’mmmm yes mommy…!” You breathily mewl.

“Like me fucking you like the dumb slut you are…?” The red head lustfully sneers, sliding yet another finger into your dripping cunt.

“yes GOD yes please mommy…!!!” You cry out.

Marilyn worked your core, pumping and curling her fingers into you with skill. Your hip jerkings got more and more sloppy. And when the red heads digits curled and hit that spongey spot inside you…

“FUCK mommy—!!!” You cried out.

The red head wore a wicked little smirk on her face as she continued to pound into that spongey spot inside your aching core. Your walls started to flutter around Marilyn’s fingers and your mind was slipping more and more into a mindless puddle of sex.

“Oh my… Does my little slut wanna cum…?” She taunted.

You nodded vigorously. But then Marilyn pulled her fingers all the way out of you. You looked at her frantically with a look of awe and disappointment on your face. Her hand moved back up to your throat, your slick traveling up your body, as she squeezed hard.

“I expect answers, slut…” she growled.

“No mommy please I’m sorry mommy please I’ll be good I promise please I’ll be good…!!” You desperately pled.

Your begging seemed to do it for Marilyn, because without warning, she plunged three fingers back into your throbbing cunt. You let out a sudden guttural moan and began rocking against her fingers fast and hard.

“Please please please…” you chanted.

“What do you want, whore? Use your words…” the red head taunted.

“Want… wanna… cum…!” you breathily mewled, “please mommy…”

Marilyn then started marking, sloppily kissing around your neck, leaving dark marks and bruises.

“Cum for mommy…” she lustfully husked.

Her words sent you over the edge. Obscenities and leud cries spewed from your lips, your walls clenched around Marilyn’s digits, as your orgasmed rocked through your body. Hard.

She pulled her fingers out and you were left a panting mess in her lap.

“So, did that love up to your fantasies, sweet girl…?” She wickedly purred.

You bit your lip and nodded generously.

“Yes mommy…” you panted.

“Good…” she hummed, bringing her lips to the shell of your ear,

“And the next time you want something from mommy, just ask, sweet slut…” Marilyn purred.

“And I better not see any more of your fantasies floating around the school…” she growled.

Your breath hitched.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered.

The red head then praised you, making you blush, and then she sent you on your way with the promise that she was by no means done with you.

~~~

Marilyn Thornhill Masterlist

[genghisthebrain]

gay things wednesday addams definitely does because she's gay: a masterlist:

dates women

dates enid

goes to pride and threatens the entire bloodline of a random drag queen because said drag queen implied that enid's nails were not perfect

has a thing for xavier (this is gay because xavier looks like he had tuberculosis as a child and now looks like a lady who could never overpower wednesday in a physical or social setting)

does crimes (inherently homosexual)

runs a fandom tumblr (or multiple. brittana or swanqueen. it's clearly one of the two)

has made powerpoints on the gay undertones of music she listens to (this includes classical music)

could probably recite the whole of glee by heart if put to the test

cello (as a violinist who used to play in a string ensemble, i think like 80% of us are gay now. evidently the strings made us homos)

THE HUG (TM) (you all know the one) (it was gay)

danced to lady gaga at the rave'n in the gay ass dress (absolute slay)

i can fix him complex (this is prevalent in queer women who spend a lot of time reading fanfiction. and on that note:)

reads fanfiction. of all kinds. lesbian

writes fanfiction. of all kinds. lesbian

makes the homolone pun every christmas (to the extent where home alone is formally banned from the wenclair household)

drinks pumpkin spice lattes (yes she does no i will not accept criticism)

magic (magic is gay)

being the child of the bi4bi supercouple morticia and gomez

mental illness

summons spirits from visions (i'll have whatever she's taken)

pain tolerance (important to be able to deal with pain when you have to deal with the emotional trauma lesbian media gives us. killing eve i'm looking you right in the eye)

highly intelligent (all gays are extra smart)

investigates crimes/supernatural happenings (it was a very formative experience for me as a gay girl to wish for a crime to happen around my area so i could investigate it)

teacher crush on ms thornhill (we all had them don't you deny it)

emo of some variation (queer and you know it)

whatever the grumpy x sunshine fuck was going on with hers and enid's room

summarily, wednesday is a lesbian, and i love and respect her for it

[m1lfsh4ke]

Heyyyy, would you be able to do a student reader (student is 18) x Marilyn fic where student is cockwarming with Marilyn. Basically Marilyn is busy marking papers in her office but reader wants to be with her so Marilyn makes her sit on her lap whilst Marilyn is inside her??? I know this is a lot to ask so feel free to not write if it makes you uncomfortable 😭😭

Full of you | (18+)

warnings : cockwarming + riding + teacher/student + dirty talk + smut

hi anon :D ! I want to be entirely honest with you, this is my first time actually writing something that dealt with cockwarming, so my knowledge is poorly limited. I've read a few fics here and there to understand the fundamentals but I'm not sure if it does me any justice😭.

"Staying up late again?" your body lazily dragged itself to Ms. Thornhill's private office, her big hazel eyes darting towards the door as you closed it behind you with a click to the lock.

"Sweetheart.." she breathed out, "shouldn't you be asleep by now?"

"The bed felt empty without you, made it hard to get some rest." you pouted, pulling Marilyn's chair out enough to make some space just to squeeze yourself in and sit on top of her. "mph.. much better.." you softly whimpered, burying your face in the croak of her neck taking in her bittersweet scent, as one of her hands held you at your lower back, and the other resuming to marking papers.

As her hand rubbed the small of your back, she started to become aware of the clothing you were wearing. The fabric glided up beneath her fingertips when her hand hiked up your spine, making her feel a slight touch of your bare skin when she lowered it back down.

"You wore your nightdress when coming down?" Her voice interrupted you, making you pull away from the warmth of her neck to look up at her.

"I'm sorry, yes?" you giggled, not knowing what the issue was when its 11pm--way past the students time to be roaming the campus. "Is there a problem?" You fucking knew how possessive Ms. Thornhill was when it came to her star student being perceived by others, but you found it painfully attractive to be put in place by her.

"What if someone saw you in this." The dress was white, silk making it easier to draw out the shape of your breasts and your hardened nipples.

You got closer to her ear, planting a kiss just below her earlobe, feeling her body shiver. The hem of your nightdress was above your thighs, making your movements easier as you ground your clothed pussy down on Marilyn, making the two of you whimper. "They're not the one fucking it off of me" you breathed out with a smile, still continuing to grind down on Ms. Thornhill's already evident bulge.

She dropped her pen, whimpering at the friction as her hips stuttered up to feel more of you. "Poor baby.. here, let me get that for you." Your hand snaked its way to the waistband of her pants with your fingertips lightly playing with the hem. "Continue grading your papers, I'll take care of you" You kissed the side of her lips, finally dipping your hand past the waistband of her pants as she gasped, feeling your fingertips graze her dick.

"Fuck- keep playing with me, feels so good-" Her hips started to buck to your touch which you found adorable.

Tugging her pants along with her boxers down, you licked a stride of your hand and started to pump her dick, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. "feels good doesn't it? little slut loves to fuck herself on my hand, yeah?" She tried her best to make her handwriting look neat and not wobbly, but that came to no avail as you started to line your dripping pussy atop of her.

Sinking down to her length, she let out a guttural moan as you hushed her with a kiss, tugging on her bottom lip.

"Sh-fuckk!- So big, Mari.." you whimpered, fully taking in her whole while you sat there for a moment. You could feel her dick throb inside of you as she tried her best inputting test scores.

"C-can I fuck you, please?" Her big doe eyes looked up at you as you looked in awe, caressing her face and brushing her hair away from her eyes.

"My polite baby, of course" Placing a kiss on her forehead, you grabbed her by her wrist and settled them on your hips as you sort of lifted yourself up from her lap, making her moan at how wet you felt.

She tightened her grasp on your hips as she started to fuck up to you, whimpering at how easy it is for her dick to slide in and out of you.

"That's it- ri-right there, yes!-" You slammed your hips down, taking her full length again, making the poor woman cry out a moan.

"My sweet angel, is this too much for you? Mommy fucking this dick good?" You panted out, continuing to relentlessly ride her as a strap from your dress began to fall down to your shoulders, exposing your cleavage as your boobs bounced every time you rode her.

"Fuck- Let me cum please- Wanna make sure you walk back to the room with my cum leaking down your thighs-" You moaned at her words, bouncing on top of her even faster as you leaned back against her desk

"Mari, sh-shit!-" A loud wanton moan escaped past your lips as she fucked you deep, painting your walls white. Her legs shook when you continued to slowly bounce on her, helping her ride out her high.

[ethanlandryshotwife]

All I wanted was you | Xavier T.

Summary: All Y/n wanted was Xavier.

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader

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

Enemies to lovers??

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I hate Xavier Thorpe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I chuckle in response.

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

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

I’ve always noticed that.

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

I quietly laugh. “Bitch.” He mutters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughs.

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

If only you knew, Xavier.

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Words;1,440

Taking request!

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

The dress and heels or whatever u want idc<3

[aceofsages]

Hurt/comfort Enid has a nightmare that Wednesday has to wake her from and the comfort that follows

thanks for the prompt anon! <3

cw: gore (?), angst

(find on ao3)

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Enid lasts four days without sleep.

They’re four exhausting days, filled with classes and extracurriculars and preparing for the Poe Cup again, and every single time Enid returns to the dorm all she wants is to plop on the bed and sleep for days. But everytime she closes her eyes for more than a second she sees blood and claws and big, terrible eyes; she goes off to the balcony and lets Wednesday’s typewriter lull her into a haze. 

(Winter break had been exhausting. Exhausting and horrible and filled with sleepless nights and passing out on the couch and waking up to Mom’s tirade.)

(“Girl, what the hell happened to you?” Yoko asks the third morning, and then wiggles her eyebrows. “Is Ms Goth Psychopath keeping you up?” 

“Yoko! It’s—we’re not like that!”

“Yet,” Yoko mutters, rolling her eyes.) 

But sleep is sleep is sleep; on the fourth day Enid thinks, just a few seconds, and makes the mistake of actually lying down on her bed. It’s just so comfy and god, was this blanket always so soft—

She drifts off.  

Blood. 

It’s always blood and it’s always Wednesday’s. She’s lying in it, covered in it, hair matted and sticking to her gaunt, perfect face; Tyler’s claws have torn her chest into ribbons of skin that barely connect. She’s always late, Enid’s always fucking late—or she never registers Wednesday as safe and she’s the one who kills the love of her life—she howls and howls and howls, attacks the Hyde with his inhuman, cartoon eyes, and Thornhill— 

Enid gasps awake. 

Thank God. It was just a dream. She’s shaking though, covered in disgusting sweat. Automatically her eyes fall to Wednesday’s side of the room. She isn’t there, and Enid sighs. Gets up to take a shower and immediately slips on something wet. She falls down and hits her tailbone hard. Fucking ow. Enid looks around to see what the hell she slipped on. The moon glints on the floor and Enid brings a hand to her face to push away her hair and—it’s bloody. Her hand is bloody. 

She blinks hard. Looks around. Wednesday’s neck looks unnaturally bent in front of her, Thing lies stabbed next to her. Her eyes are lifeless, her hand outstretched towards Enid. 

Enid screams-

“ENID!”

Enid wakes violently and almost claws Wednesday across her face. Only Wednesday’s inhuman reflexes save her. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, did I get you—”

Wednesday blinks, and the action is so startling that Enid immediately shuts up. Wednesday’s hands are tight on Enid’s arms and the touch feels grounding and cold against her feverish skin. Enid almost wants to lean into her touch; since their hug, Wednesday’s been tolerant of Enid’s touches, but this is the first time she’s initiated it and shit, Enid almost wants to forget all about the reason Wednesday’s leaning over her like this.

“Enid,” Wednesday says, sounding flat and annoyed. “You were screaming.”

Enid swallows, viscerally aware that nightmares mean something different to the girl in front of her than it does her. “A bad dream, that’s all,” she says.

Wednesday hums. “Are they why you’ve been avoiding sleep?”

“I didn’t think you noticed.”

“I notice everything about you,” she says casually as if that sentence doesn’t make Enid almost swoon. “Now come on, I think Thing’s finished running that bath for you.”

Wednesday slides her hand down Enid’s arm, leaving goosebumps in her wake, and takes her hand as if she knows how much Enid will collapse if she doesn’t get some skin to skin contact. They walk there with their hands linked.

They stay quiet for a while; Wednesday turns away when Enid undresses and only turns back to her when Enid’s sinking into the bubbles. The smell of lavender hangs heavy in the air—probably Thing’s doing. The only sound Enid hears is the faraway sound of wildlife; that and Wednesday’s slow heartbeat, but that’s always in her periphery. She moves her hands along the bubbles, gathers them up and god, everything about this seems so surreal—did she trip out of a nightmare straight into a dream?  

“Have you ever had one? A nightmare?”

Enid winces; what the hell kind of question is that? Nightmares are for Wednesday what dreams are for Enid. She sneaks a peek at the goth. “I mean, not the kind you enjoy—”

“Once,” Wednesday says, cutting her off, like the answer is dragged out of her. She’s frowning a little at the tiles of their bathroom, her hands tight on the edge of their claw-footed bathtub. Her lips are pursed, and then she looks up at Enid, eyes as dark as the night-sky, unfathomable—and fuck, why does everything Wednesday do be so fucking intense? “After Nero. I taught myself how to lucid dream after that, on the rare occasions I decide to sleep.”

“Of course you did,” Enid says, fondness bubbling out of her for this girl in front of her. She wants to take Wednesday’s hands and press her lips to them, wants to pull her into herself, wants Wednesday to fucking break her and remake her into whatever she wants; Enid wants to let this girl do anything with her, as long as she gets to have her back. Enid wants, and she’s never been good with wanting. She always wants too much or not enough—been too much to ever be wanted, or been the wrong thing altogether. Even now, even after wolfing out, her problems haven’t magically disappeared, though she wishes they had.

But Wednesday’s a constant. She’s always fucking constant, immovable. Thornhill and Crackstone and even Tyler weren’t enough to crack her. She’s just as disdainful with the world, just as cold, just as insane—but she’s also now someone who’s here, comforting Enid in her own way when Enid knows, knows, she’d rather gouge her eyes out.    

It has to mean something. It has to fucking mean something.

(Enid will break if it doesn’t.)

“I’ll leave you to it,” Wednesday says after a few moments of Enid’s inner monologue of angst. “Viper’s in a crucial moment.”

Enid nods, swallowing her disappointment. 

(After Wednesday leaves, the nightmare creeps up on her. Enid cries in that tub, muffles her sobs; scrubs her hands hard, obsessive, even though there’s nothing to scrub away.)

After minutes, hours, days, once the water gets too cold to ignore, Enid gets up. At some point, Thing must’ve left her favorite comfort clothes near the sink. She pulls them on and pads out into the room, lethargic and loose. Wednesday sits typing, but stops as soon as Enid deliberately steps on creaking wood. It sends a thrill up her spine, knowing that Wednesday knows that Enid only steps there when she wants her attention. 

“Will you—” Enid clears her throat—“play the cello? Please?”

Her roomie turns and eyes Enid; she’d avoided the mirror, so Enid has no idea what Wednesday sees on her face, but she ultimately nods.

Enid settles down in her bed, arranging it to her liking, while Wednesday gets her cello out. But instead of going to the balcony, or even using their spare chair, Wednesday sits on the edge of Enid’s bed and looks at her. Her eyes are softer than Enid’s ever seen them.

(It has to mean something, she thinks desperate. Please god, let it mean something.)

“Any requests?”

Enid shakes her head. She scoots closer to Wednesday, curves around her but doesn’t touch her. Wednesday eyes her and says stiffly,  “You can put your arm around me, Enid.”

Enid gapes. 

Wednesday turns back to the cello, but Enid sees the tick of her mouth, and feels warm all over. She puts her arm around Wednesday and buries her head in her hip. She takes in a shuddering breath.

Soft cello tunes float around them, no song Enid can identify but feels in her bones.

They stay like that for a long while.

Wednesday’s hands bleed all over the cello, just like the blood in Enid’s nightmares, but Enid’s long asleep before then.

(It means something. It always meant something.)

[todayispeia]

can u do enemies to lovers?? please! xavier with a virgin reader who doesn't know what she's doing but he comforts her and shows her what to do😫

⋆⑅˚₊ UNEXPECTED GAME [requested]

xavier thorpe x virgin!reader

words: 1.6k

genre: enemies to lovers, first time, blöwjob, (f) receiving, fücking reader’s mouth

a/n: sorry if i took long for this to make. i really tried my best here anon, i hope you like it! (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

nevermore was supposed to be your safe place to be. it was magical, beauteous, everything you can describe for was there. your parents have decided that you should be at nevermore, and it was absolutely great.

not until the tortured artist, a.k.a xavier thorpe was there. a total messed was about to start.

you two had been throwing rage of fire each other. or should i say, throwing arguements every single classes. well, its because of him acting like a jerk and a pain in your ass. bullying your habits, teasing you in class, and always acting he’s the best. that’s why you have been playing games with him until now, throwing pranks at him, ruining his sketches in his notebook, its almost everything he do, you always have a great avenge for it. seeing him get angry was a pleasure of yours. but now, ms thornhill got angry to both of you for distracting the whole class. that’s why you’re now at the detention with him. “great job y/n, now i will be fucked up if they found out what i’m doing in nevermore” he said, rolling his eyes. “well thats good to know, because you deserved it! acting like as if i did something wrong with you!” you shouted, crossing your arms while looking at him. “oh so its my fucking fault now? you throw pranks to me over one in a million times!” he said, looking at you in disbelief. “and for once, you never did even a tiny bit of kindness. seriously none” he said, in an annoyingly tone. you were furious at what he said, he was the one who did it first. not you. “you did it first! and why would i act kind to you when you as yourself aren’t even one?” you said, he is now in a thin-ice on your patience. the feeling you had for him was like a volcano about to erupt in any minute. “this is a waste of time, im leaving” he sigh, walking out to the room. you walked out too, and you go back to your dorm. “let me guess, xavier again?” yoko sarcastically asked. “good guess” you said, laying to your bed. “you know, how about you two apologize each other? a word sorry isn’t hard to spit” — “like that would be easy” you sigh and closed your eyes to sleep for a minute. ignoring what yoko said.

a sudden noise cut your sleep after. it was a knock. “coming!” you said, getting up to open the door. it was enid, “hello, y/n and yoko! i have superficial to tell you two!” she said with an excitement. “come in” yoko said, tapping her bed to signal enid to come over. “thanks!” she said and went to yoko’s bed. you closed the door and went to them. “so, i was thinking that it’s almost my birthday and you two are invited later at 8 pm!” you and yoko looked each other for a moment, “we’ll go then” yoko replied, “i’ll go too” you smiled at enid. “aww, really? this is perfect! i should invite ajax too. good bye!” she said and went out to him. “i just hope that xavier wont show up on enid’s birthday” you said, looking annoyed. “im quite sure he wont” yoko said, trying to cheer you up. “i hope so, yoko” — “we should choose something to wear now. pretty sure enid wont allow a dark horror dress” yoko suggested, and you two went to find something to wear for later.

“y/n? are you ready to go?” yoko asked, waiting for you outside. “yeah, i am” you said, going out now at your dorm. enid came over to you both to picked you up, “your dresses are totally beautiful!” enid said, looking very excited. you three went out to her dorm, only to find out xavier was there. “this isn’t what i expected” you whispered at yoko, “guess you need to ride it out or enid will be disappointed” yoko whispered back. you and yoko went inside. “hey, enid” ajax said to her. “yes ajax?” she smiled at him, “since we all are bored at this moment, why not play

something fun?” he suggested, “and what kind of game are you thinking about?” you said, you were kinda off because of xavier being there. xavier was looking up and down at you, and you looked away. “how about seven minutes of heaven?” he suggested, “ooh, i like that one” enid exclaimed with excitement, you just hesitantly nodded and so do xavier and yoko. all of you had a scratch paper and write their names and fold it to the jar. one of you pick the fold papers to reveal who would gonna be your partner for the seven minutes. “fuck, its xavier” you whispered to yourself. you were conscious about it, because of you being a virgin. you didn’t have an experience in sexual intercourse. and xavier is your fucking enemy, there’s no way he would also agree in this stupid game, right? “alright, y/n you first, who did you got?” enid asked, you looked around to everyone, hesitate to answer her question. “hey! come on, just say it!” — “i-its xavier” you said. oh this is fucked up. so fucked up. “alright then, go to the room now” ajax said, looking at xavier. xavier get up and so are you, both of you went to the room.

“are we just gonna waste time here or what?” xavier said, looking around the room. “i-its just that...” you try to explain. “im all ears, y/n” he said, leaning towards you. “its—” before you could ever said it well, tears fall on your face. xavier looked worry at you and hugged you tightly. “are you okay? we can stopped this game if you’re uncomfortable” he said while wiping your tears with his thumb. his comfort was sensation, you felt like you two aren’t enemies at all. “its just that, i-im a virgin. and i have no experience with it” you finally spit it out to him. he was full of shock, suddenly, his mood change quick. a smirk appear in his face. “don’t worry y/n, i can show it to you how it works” he said, grabbing your waist. “really?” you said, you went red seeing his eyes were darken, mixing with his lust. “yeah, all you need to do... is kneel” he muttered, pushing you down to face his pants. you gulp at the feeling that this is happening, having a first ever sexual intimate with someone. you can already see the bulge on his pants. he pull down his pants and boxer to reveal his cock, it was already hard this whole time. “w-what am i gonna do?” you gulp, it was quite long, not so long, but average, and it was thick either. your core was heating up because of it. “grab it, then suck it” he said, you carefully do what’s he said, grabbing his cock and sucking him in and out. he moaned because of the pleasure you made for him. “f-fuck, you’re doing great y/n, n-now, you can lick it and suck it at the time” you do what he said and licks every parts of it. he continued to moan and curse everytime you do it, enduring his self to fuck your mouth. “that’s so good y/n, c-can you move a little faster?” he requested, you suck it in and out with a fast pace for him. “i-im close y/n, you can just use your hands to pump in and out or use your mouth” you were to focus on sucking him off, without a minute, he comes at your mouth, you were surprised of how it almost full your mouth with his. “you did great” he praises. “you can swallow it if you want, or maybe not” he said looking at you concerned. you decided to just swallow it all and wipe the others on your mouth. “xavier, i think i-im ready” you said, getting up to look at him. “are you sure? i dont to rush things with you” he said with a concerned voice. “yes, i am. just fuck me or do things with my body, i-i dont care about it now we dont have much time” you said, with that, xavier kissed you and turned you around. you were facing the table while xavier took off your clothes and his too. “are you ready? just tell me if you want to stop” he asked, “im read—” before you could even finish, he pushed his cock inside of your pussy, causing you to moan loudly in the room. there wasn’t much enough time to adjust, so he fastens his pace, “f-fuck, your pussy is tight. squeezing my cock so hard” he muttered, the skin of the two of you were clapping and making loud noise. “i-im close, xavier” you said, your eyes went black like you were about to collapse because of how he thrust inside you. “im close too” and with that, xavier took off his cock inside, both of you come in the exact time. feeling exhausted, xavier wanted to say something. “i must confess, that even if we both argue in everything, you’re always in my mind, and i really like you. i cant help but to stare at you and draw you every night. and sorry for being rough right now” he said while looking a little embarrassed at you. “i-its fine” you said. he helped you with your clothes and went back to the others. and you knew after that day, your legs wont be able to walk.

[sarahpaulsonsoftie]

Uncertainty

Platonic! Marilyn X reader x Larissa

A/N: Hey guys, ive been struggling a little bit with my mental health so wrote this fic as a vent. This is unedited.

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Info- Reader begins to act out because they are struggling with their mental health.

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You weren’t sure exactly when you started feeling like it. Not sure when the feeling manifested into acting out. Not sure exactly when everything felt like it was a constant fight, not sure when every criticism became a personal attack, not sure. Not sure. Not sure.

Fuck. It feels like every fiber of your being was uncertain and the only thing you know what want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep. However, this task was always difficult as you studied at a boarding school. After every trip to Principal Weems’ office, you could feel her patience growing thinner and her irritation growing more and more.

Sighing, you walked through the halls half an hour late to your lesson, Botany, Ms. Thornhill had warned the class a day previous telling you all that her lesson would be under review by Principal Weems.

You get to the door of the classroom, you check your watch, only 40 minutes left of the class, you could do that. Gently you push the door open, and all eyes are suddenly on you. You see Miss Thornhill frowning and your stomach drops, Principal Weems’ face displays irritation as she stares down at you.

“Sorry I’m late.” You mutter and step closer to one of the empty seats. The class is silent, and it’s obvious you interrupted mid-sentence.

“I don’t think so.” Larissa states and steps in front of the seat you had tried to sit down in. She stares at you, a clear irritation on her face. “Go back outside and wait until I deal with you. You have no right to interrupt other learners’ education.”

You bite the inside of your cheek but don’t move from your spot. Larissa’s glare hardens as you shake your head. “No. I can just sit down. I’m not interrupting anyone.” You mutter quietly.

Marilyn’s continues to frown but she doesn’t continue her lesson. Instead, she moves to the front of the class and tries to draw their attention.

“You’re not interrupting anyone?” Larissa scoffs and steps closer to you, trying to make you leave the class. “Then what have you been doing for the past month? You have been skipping classes, arguing with teachers, and in all honestly, causing me a constant migraine.”

You shake your head, anger now bubbling as you step back. “You know what? Fuck this. I’m going back to bed.” You mutter and step to the door, leaving the class. Larissa stays in her spot but continues speaking.

“Y/N. Come back here! We are not finished.” Larissas states and you ignore her and as the door starts closing you hear her shout “If you do not come back, I’ll have to consider suspension.”

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Later in the day, you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, wishing the bed would swallow you whole. You sigh loudly and hear a gentle knock on your door.

“Come in.” You say and don’t move from your position. Miss Thornhill enters the room and frowns as she looks at you.

“Y/N.” She sighs as sits down on the end of your bed. You don’t move to look at her, eyes trained on the ceiling. “Principal Weems wants to see you in her office.” She says, sounding disappointed.

“Can she wait for five minutes?” You ask, and don’t move. Marilyn nods and you see her from the corner of your eyes staring at you.

“She wants to suspend you.” She mutters softly, and you now move to look at her. “I personally don’t feel that the punishment fits the crime.”

“How long for?” You ask and move your gaze back up to the ceiling. You don’t particularly care about being suspended. In all honesty, it sounds like a nice break. Marilyn’s hand touches yours and you look back towards her.

“I’m not sure. You know, I can fight your corner. If you give me something to work with. And Principal Weems’ doesn’t want to suspend you. She just believes your behavior is getting out of hand. I mean, how many times in the past week have you been sent to her office? It’s not like you, Y/N.” Marilyn says sadly, as if she’s trying to see the reason.

But the harsh reality is that you know you’re not the same as you were a month ago. Hell, you’re not even the same you were a day ago. And God do you try so hard to rectify it. But you feel dull. Trapped in an endless cycle of your own torment. You’d felt this before, of course you have. But not on this scale. You don’t say anything in response, not completely sure what to say.

“I know that Principal Weems’ has been hard on you on the past month. She told me before today that she felt she was being too harsh. And then today... you argued with her. And I think she thinks that being harsh with you is the only way forward. Y/N, why did you argue? There was no reason to.” Marilyn says softly, hoping to get you to open up and you shrug.

“It doesn't matter.” You deadpan, and Marilyn frowns. This was not you. This wasn’t the Y/N she knew. The Y/N she knew would have fought tooth and nail to be polite, no matter what she was feeling. But now, as she gazes at you, she can tell something is wrong.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” Marilyn says in one last attempt to get you to open up. You sit up on the bed and stand up, moving to the door.

“Then don’t.” You say blankly and head to Larissa’s office.

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Marilyn follows you to Larissa’s office and doesn’t say anything as she feels your demeanor change into one of irritation. She steps in front of you to knock on the door and opens it when she hears the confirmation to come in. Marilyn guides you in.

Larissa sits at her desk, her laptop open and a cup of coffee sitting beside her. She gazes up and sees you both, closing the laptop, drawing her full attention to you.

“Y/N, Sit.” Larissa says coldly and you follow her instructions, she then moves her gaze to Marilyn who eyes you worriedly. “Miss. Thornhill, you may leave.”

Marilyn nods, not saying anything else as she exits, throwing one glance towards you.

The door closes. You and Larissa stare at each other, her expression contains irritation and yours contains apathy. You can’t even pretend to care; it consumes too much of your own energy. Her eyes linger before she leans back in her chair.

“I’m not happy with you, Y/N.” Larissa states. You cross your arms over your chest and shrug. “Your nonchalance on this matter indicates you do not care.” Larissa’s voice is harsh, harsher than you’ve ever heard it. You no longer have the energy to even pretend to have good manners. You just want to go back to bed. Suspension sounds like a nice break, is all you can repeat in your mind.

“I don’t.” You retort, Larissa raises her eyebrows and nods contendingly, and you try so hard to care. The old you would have been begging for forgiveness right now, the old you would have even gotten into this situation. But here you are, and the old you is not here with you.

“Well then, since you don’t care, you’re going to face two weeks of in school suspension.” Larissa retorts and you shrug yet again, this time managing to surprise Larissa as even she can now notice the difference in your behavior. Larissa locks eyes with you and she can now see that they have visually dulled. They no longer sparkle the way they used to. However, Larissa cannot go back on her words now so instead she dismisses you.

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Your in-school suspension means you have to stay in your dormitory, monitored by a teacher to ensure that you are doing the school work that’s been assigned. Sometimes that person would be Marilyn, or Larissa, sometimes both, depending on if they had details, they needed to discuss. On the first week, you’d try to do your work, submitting bits and pieces here and there.

On the second week, you didn’t even try. Marilyn offered to help you, but you shrugged her off. When Thursday of the second week rolled around, both Larissa and Marilyn arrived at your dorm at 08:30am, the time the first class starts. You haven’t got out of bed yet, laying awake and staring at the ceiling.

The door opens and they both wander in. They both notice you are still in bed and Larissa places her laptop down on the desk as she stares at you.

“Come on, Y/N. Time for your first lesson.” She murmurs softly as she looks at you, she notices the lost look in your eyes, and you don’t say anything as you roll over and turn your back to them.

Marilyn steps forward and sits on the bed, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, come on. You’re not helping yourself here.” She murmurs softly.

You shrug her hand off and pull your covers over yourself so you’re now completely under there safety. “Leave me alone.” You say, your voice sounds weak and broken.

Larissa and Marilyn share a worried look and Larissa sits next to Marilyn on the bed and you move away from them both, not wanting to be near anyone. “Y/N, if you get out of bed right now, you won’t need to do your first class, how about that?” Larissa asks and you don’t say anything, closing your eyes as you wish they would both leave you alone.

Larissa frowns and Marilyn is eyeing the blanket you’re under in concern. They both lock eyes with each other, lost on what their next move should be until Larissa pulls out her phone, throwing a glance back to you to make sure you can’t see what she’s doing and shows Marilyn that she is beginning to send a message to Dr. Kinbott, The local therapist in Jericho.

“Y/N, you want to stay in bed, yeah?” Marilyn asks and you she can your head nod from under the blanket. “Okay, Sweetheart, you stay there. We’ll be right back.”

-

An hour passes and you remain under your covers, you hear the door opening again and whispered words that you can’t quite make out. You feel someone sit on your bed again and you ignore it and close your eyes, wanting to be left alone.

Larissa, Marilyn, and Dr. Kinbott all enter your dorm and Marilyn sits down on the bed and brings her hand to your back.

“Y/N, there’s someone here to see you.” She says softly and her eyes flicker up to Larissa and Dr. Kinbott.

“Go away.” You say, and the blanket is gently pulled away from you. You instead move to bury your head in your arms, not wanting anyone to see your tear-streaked face.

“Y/N, its Dr. Knot. I heard that didn’t feel like getting out of bed today.” Dr. Kinbott says and you don’t respond. “Okay... Marilyn, Larissa, can you leave us please?”

You feel Marilyn get up from the bed and hear two footsteps leaving the room as you’re now left alone with Dr. Kinbott.

“Y/N, may I sit down on the bed with you?” She asks and you don’t say anything and Dr. Kinbott takes this as a yes and sits down with you. “Can you move your hands from your face please?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Okay. I can deal with that.” Dr. Kinbott compromises, “How long have you felt like this, Y/N? Like you want to stay in bed all day and hide from the world?” She asks softly. You move your head out of your arms and look at her.

“About 6 weeks.” You mutter and Dr. Kinbott nods, looking at you with non-judgmental eyes.

“Have you told anyone?” Dr. Kinbott asks and you shake your head, moving to sit up in your bed. She nods, looking at you sympathetically. “Seems like a lot to carry. If I were you, I’d want to just shut the world out too.”

“It’s embarrassing.” You say and Dr. Kinbott shakes her head, smiling at you kindly.

“Not at all. I think its rather brave.” She says, and tilts her head to the side as she looks at you. “Is that why you’ve been acting out? Skipping classes because you don’t have the energy to go?”

You nod and move your eyes so you’re no longer looking at. “Teachers kept sending me to principal Weems’ office. Principal Weems’ and I argued a lot.” You mutter.

“Is that because you felt misunderstood?” Dr. Kinbott asks before adding, “I apologize for all the questions, I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

“No, not really.” You say truthfully. “I just don’t really care anymore.”

Dr. Kinbott nods and tilts her head to the side again. “Have you felt that with everything or just school?”

“Everything.” You mutter and bring your knees to your chest.

Dr. Kinbott nods again. “It sounds really difficult.” She states before speaking again. “How would you feel about having some sessions with me? Just so when it does get really tough, you have someone to talk about it with?”

You think about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

-

3 weeks pass and your sessions continue with Dr. Kinbott, and although you still do not feel 100%, you have begun to attend every class and have stopped arguing with teachers.

You sit in the cafeteria during lunch and smile when one of your friends cracks a joke.

Marilyn and Larissa watch from afar, seeing you smile. They turn to look at eachother before smiling softly.

Fin

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[jeanette-luminia]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐲 || 𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔

The sound of students' screams and laughter fills the air of Nevermore Academy. it was almost time for the day to turn into another year. All students gather around the lake area, setting off a few fireworks to keep up the mood. Food was guarded by some teachers and cooks to keep students from stealing when it was not time.

Your wife, the Principal of Nevermore Academy, Larissa Weems, announced that it was almost time for the countdown. Students cheered happily as they lined up which fireworks were going next, some even grab pots, pans, and spatulas to create loud noises.

It was only a few more seconds when your wife grabs your waist and stood next to you. Students look up at their phones, screaming the time. 3… 2… 1…

Every student yelled ‘Happy New Year!’ as the teacher sets off the fireworks, creating a loud noise yet beautiful sight to see. Students played with the pots and spatula, werewolves howling, adding more noise.

You love the New Year celebration, but sometimes you tend to forget how loud it is, and being surrounded by supernatural teenagers, it really didn’t help that much. You notice that your wife lets go of your waist. Whilst she was distracted, you slipped away from the crowd, finding a more secluded place to watch the fun.

You settle in the lakeside just far enough to hear the celebration, deciding on sitting down on the big rock you stumble across. Throughout the firework show, your smile crept up to your lips, watching as students get excited for the next thing, seeing the beautiful lights for a second then disappearing immediately. You smiled even more widely when you saw Larissa, stars in her eyes, enjoying herself whilst watching fireworks.

For some, fireworks are what glows in their eyes. For you? It was her, your wife.

When the show was over and students starts to gather around the table, only then Larissa noticed you weren’t by your side anymore, she tried to be discreet about her panic, though some teachers noticed her looking everywhere.

“Principal Weems, are you okay?” a teacher asked.

“Y—yes, I’m just looking for my wife, I was distracted with the students I didn’t notice her slip away,” she answered rather hesitantly. “I think I saw her walking along the lakeside.”

Larissa felt grateful that they saw where you were heading. “Thank you, you enjoy yourself, I’ll be back.”

She walked along the lakeside where you walked, and as she was getting a little farther, she finally saw you sitting peacefully, eyes closed, basking in the moonlight.

“You could have told me you slipped away, Dear.” she spoke up, as you opened your eyes to meet hers.

You giggled. “Sorry, It was too loud.” you patted down and scooched a little to make space for her, which she happily obliged. “Oh honey, you could have told me you wanted somewhere quiet, I would have accompanied you.”

You gently shook your head as you intertwined your fingers around hers. “It’s okay Love, you were enjoying yourself, and I like watching you enjoy yourself.” you kissed the tip of her nose as you scrunch your nose. Even though it was dark, you could see a blush creeping up to her neck.

She hid in the crook of your neck as you laugh, she rubbed circles around your hand. “Let’s stay like this for a while, hm?”

You rest your head on top of her. “Okay love.”

“Look! They’re being a lovey-dovey!” Enid pointed in your direction with Larissa by your side.

“No way!” Ajax peeped in as with Bianca, and surprisingly Wednesday. “What are you all doing here?” the voice of Ms. Thornhill started them from behind.

“Nothing,” Bianca said with confidence, trying to throw Ms. Thornhill off to believe them. “Get back on your tables.” the four of them went back to their tables, hoping they could see more of you and their principal together. Well… mostly Enid wanted to see.

a/n: I had to come back and write for her, she's so fucking perfect and I miss her. she deserves more fics. Happy New Year lovies, it's 2023!

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