#mother figure!reader

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Hi! I was wondering, if you are taking requests can I request reader taking care of Loona and/or Octavia like a mom or smth?

I dunno man I just want like… wrap them in my arms and tell them that sometimes shuts fucked but they’ll be okay

@idontreallyexistyet I’d love to!!

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Loona & Octavia with Maternal!Reader

LOONA

Loona would be SO hesitant to accept you as a mother figure in her life

Like, it’s pretty well known to everyone that she was left at the shelter as a kid

So she didn’t have a parental figure until Blitzø

And as begrudgingly grateful as she is for him - he’s not always the best option

Enter you

You’ve worked at I.M.P as long as Loona’s been there

You’re the one who keeps everyone on track, and keeps them safe - patches them up once jobs are over

At first, Loona thinks you’re just doing this to get on her good side

And then she thinks it’s just because you pity her

But - eventually the hellhound realises that you just actually care

She subconsciously starts gravitating towards you

Sitting next to you in meetings, etc.

And on one really shitty day, she just breaks

Loona snaps, and you end up taking the brunt of the outburst

When you usher everybody else out of the room - she becomes even more defensive

But when you open your arms, and whisper “cm’ere honey, what’s really bothering you?”

She Caves.

In seconds, the usually sharp-tongued hellhound is blubbering in your arms, explaining how shit of a day she’s had

Now, she goes to you before it reaches that point

Sometimes, she slips and calls you mum

But you both pretend it doesn’t happen, for Loona’s sake

If she ever needs a hug, or to talk something out - you’re the first person she calls

Don’t tell Blitzø

OCTAVIA

Although Via has a mum already, they don’t exactly have the best relationship

Alot of the time, the owlet feels as though her mum only uses her as a pawn against her dad

At least Stolas tries

So when her parents hire you to help with her schooling - she can’t help but feel brushed off yet again

But slowly, the two of you build a relationship

You’re not like her other tutors

You’re passionate, and you let her go on tangents about astronomy whenever it’s even a little relevant

You’re patient, and you understand things in a way Via can understand

Over time, Via starts opening up to you, telling you about her parents - how their fighting affects her

And you comfort her

But, she’d always sort of assumed they were just kind words

So one day; when her parents storm in fighting yet again - she’s caught off guard when you stand up from the table

Even more so when you tell them both in a firm voice and a withering stare that they needed to take their arguments elsewhere

Because they were making Via uncomfortable

So when her parents finally leave

The teen can’t help but run over to hug you tightly, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’

#helluva loona #helluva x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #helluva via #helluva octavia #helluva boss loona #helluva boss octavia #loona x reader #octavia x reader #via x reader #platonic x reader #mother figure!reader #maternal!reader

[elliesmainhoe]

Happy Mothers Day!!

HBO!Ellie Williams X MotherFigure!Reader

THIS CHARACTER IS UNDER 18 SO THIS FIC IS STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!!!!

Summary: The first mothers day Ellie has ever celebrated and she's going to make sure that it's amazing.

Contents: tooth rotting fluff, happiness, extreme cuteness

Pancakes were supposed to be simple. Key word supposed.

Ellie woke up at the ass crack of dawn that morning, she had set her alarm clock for 6m and had switched yours off- discreetly forcing you into sleeping over time. She'd gathered all the ingredients the recipe had told her. Said recipe having been ripped out of the book they were originally in and found laying near a library a little outside of Jackson.

Ellie had squeezed fresh apple juice as she waited for the first pancake to cook through. A bad habit of Ellie's was losing track of time, she got carried away, squeezing the apple juice lead to her finding cutlery which lead to her cleaning said cutlery which lead to finding the right tray to put the silverware on. Ending up with the smell of burning flooding the kitchen.

She slammed the kitchens door, attempting to stop the smoke from wafting through the house alerting you of her antics and waking you up. She opened the window, the chilly air ventilating out the smell of smoke before she turned off the stove.

To say the pancake was a little crisp would be a bit of an understatement.

Shit. She only had enough for two, one for you, one for her. Oh well... She'll have the burnt one, today's about you anyways.

Take two was a little more successful a bit crisp on the edges but it'll do. She flopped them onto the two blue and white china plates- covering yours in fruit and hers in chocolate, balancing them on a wooden tray with the two glasses of juice before she took to the stairs.

She nudged open the door with her foot as she walked into the dark room, curtains closed and blocking out the ever insistent sunrise from seeping into your bedroom.

Cautiously, she placed the tray on your bedside table quietly before tiptoeing over to you window and drawing the curtains apart- the warm glow of the morning lightening the space.

Ellie watched as your eyes fluttered open. "Fuck kiddo. What time is it?" You grunted rolling over to look at your alarm clock 7:45am. 1 hour and 30 minutes late for patrol. Before you opened your mouth the soft voice of your daughter interrupted you.

"Don't worry Mom... I talked to Maria and she cancelled your patrol today" her hand gestured towards the tray of overlooked pancakes, before she whispered a shy "Happy mothers day mama..."

"Oh sweet girl come here" you opened your eyes as a blur of brown hair launched itself at you, her arms wrapping around you and giggling when you pecked her forehead lovingly.

"I tried to make you breakfast. It's not the best but-"

"It looks amazing kiddo. Thank you so much_ you smiled into her hair, before scooching up the bed- your back meeting the headboard as you move the tray onto your lap.

You took a bite of the fruit covered pancake, and honestly you couldn't tell whether or not Ellie was a culinary genius or you were just a smitten mother. Because fuck it tasted good.

Ellie's doe eyes looked up at you expectantly and with worry and anticipation. "Well done Ellie. This tastes so so so so good. You gotta cook for me more often now kid." You hummed, she seemed content with your answer.

"oh wait I got you something else" the girl said darting off your bed and out of the room before swiftly returning with what looked like... A sketch book? "I uh didn't really know what to get you and I thought you would enjoy something personal... So..." She shoved the sketch book into your hands "here."

You set your food aside, opting to open up the leather bound pad of paper instead. The first page read.

To Mom.

I know how much you like my drawings so I decided to put something together for you. Happy Mothers day.

Love Ellie.

You flipped to the next page and there was a beautiful sketch of you, sitting a the barstool of your kitchen island, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose as you read a new recipe

The next one was of you and Ellie. She had sketched out and traced the photo you both took in the malls arcade.

The next one was of a cartoon giraffe wearing a space suit on the moon.

It went on and on and on for 80 pages, sketches of you, her favourite things, her favourite hobbies, her favourite people it was so so so beautiful.

A single tear dripped down your cheek, "come over here baby" you sniffles hugging your girl tightly "my baby's so talented..." You hummed hands playing with her hair as she smiled joyfully.

"Thank you so much kiddo.."

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I actually celebrated mothers day 2 months ago! But I have baby fever rn so here I am again, healing Ellie Williams mommy issues.

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[timelessstardust99]

alastor hartfelt x gn! reader IMAGE

I just absolutely love writing some fluff with our aroace king. So I really hope you enjoy this little image for him ^^

summary: dancing with Alastor is something not everyone can say they have done before.

The first time Alastor asked you to dance, it was a shock to be sure.

You weren't the best when it came to dancing, but Alastor was patient and waited for you to be comfortable in the position you'd dance in.

It was fun to say the least, even if you had accidentally stepped on his feet on more than one occasion. He wouldn't be mad, but would limp a little after the session.

Alastor always found it endearing how much you would try to learn the dances he would show you, and would try your hardest to not step on his feet. The latter part was harder said than done.

Sometimes, if he was in a good mood, he would cuddle up to you when you're dancing, with his head in your shoulder and arms wrapped around your shoulders.

He would never admit it, but these dancing sessions would remind him of his mother. You remind him of her, with how much you care for him and how much you show your love to him.

You had always seen Alastor as a son figure, he reminded you of when you were human and how much you wanted a child. You did get what you wanted, but it was in Hell that you felt you found the family you've always wanted.

Alastor thought it was sweet, that whenever he was down or showing signs of being aggressive, you'd always be there for him, and have always calmed him down, but would always respect his wishes to be left alone if he feels he's gonna snap.

The dances you and Alastor share, are memories the two of you would hold dear to each other for as long as you possibly can.

It's short, I know, but it's cute. Alastor has another parental figure (head cannon Rosie to be like a mother to Alastor).

#alastor x reader #aroace alastor #aspec character #asexual character #asexual alastor #x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #dancing #mother figure #the resder is older than Alastor #lgbtq

[butterfly-writer]

A Mother's Love

Dabi x Female!Reader [PLATONIC] Summary: Dabi didn't grow up with a good relationship with his mother, always focused on the attention from his father. Because of this, he lacked a mother figure, but when he joined the League of Villains, someone became his mother figure.

★☽A/N: Ahh!! It has been so long since I wrote something like this! I’m currently getting piled with school and club activities so that’s probably why– I hope you guys didn’t forget me:(( 

Contents: FLUFF - Slight angst? - Reader seen as a mother figure

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The League of Villains, a villain organization filled with powerful villains that threaten to destroy the hero society. An organization that was founded by the most powerful villain, a villain who could rival All Might, All For One and his successor, Tomura Shigaraki. People from different backgrounds, bad trauma, gathered together into one group with goals of their own but had one goal in common, to destroy the hero society.

But the league didn’t expect to have such a motherly figure heal their wounds.

A female villain, Y/N L/N, known as Crimson, fitting name for her blood manipulative Quirk. A 31 year old woman who was wronged by society. People were afraid of her, but not the members of the League. The members see her as a motherly figure, who cares for them.

One of the people who really saw her as a mother was Toga. She loves whenever she would take the time to braid the girl’s hair or to put her hair into buns in the mornings. And she loved how she would come up with various ideas to style her hair and they would spend time laughing and such. After being close for months, Toga started to even call her mama, because of the absence of a loving mother. Toga felt so safe around her.

Who really felt comfortable with her was Dabi. Despite the black-haired didn’t wanting to admit it, it felt so nice to have someone caring for him. After all, Dabi didn't grow up with a good relationship with his mother, always focused on the attention from his father. Because of this, he lacked a mother figure, but when he joined the League of Villains, she became his mother figure.

What was more embarrassing to him was that he even called her mother once! It was during the U.A Camp invasion. Everyone was gathering around and he saw as one by one went to the rendezvous. As Y/N came back, he asked if she was okay, clearly showing that he cared for her well-being. He didn’t realize what he said until he saw the shocked faces of his comrades. He said, “Are you okay, mother?”

He could see the shocked face of Y/N and felt himself blushing in embarrassment. “Pretend you didn’t hear me!!” He demanded, clearly ready to kill anyone who was going to talk about it during that moment. Everyone just laughed and chuckled but the man didn’t like it at all. He looked at Y/N who chuckled softly, “I don’t mind you calling me mom, darling,” She reassured.

Dabi continued to see her as his mother figure and would refer to her as such. Only in private, of course. During missions and such, he would refer to her as her villain name. But whenever he called her “mother” and would get teased for it but by now, he didn’t care.

Y/N acted like a mother, a mother that Dabi never took the chance to have. He could’ve had a better relationship with his mother but he didn’t take the chance. He regretted not taking the chance, but he was somehow thankful that he didn’t. Or else, he wouldn’t be able to have a mother figure like Y/N.

Dabi would constantly get nightmares which causes him to be tired most nights. As much as he didn’t want anyone to know, he knew that Y/N knew. She would always look at him carefully, as if knowing he didn’t get to sleep the night before. “I’m fine,” he spat harshly every time at her, but she knew that he was lying. She could see that in his eyes, the tired look and how even less energetic he was being.

That’s how she started to come into his room to check up on him. She would come to his room every night in the league’s old hideout, since he stayed there due to no other place to live, and she would ask him how he was doing. He would always say he didn’t need her coming in every night, but a part of him felt really happy to have someone caring for his well-being.

Sometimes, if he mustered up the courage, would ask her to sing for him. Of course, he was blushing and embarrassed after the words came out. But Y/N didn’t mind and just chuckled before saying, “Of course, sweetheart. C’mon.” With a smile, she would make him lay down with his head on her lap. She would play with his hair and start to sing.

She had an angelic voice, a lovely voice that could put anyone to sleep. And that’s what he did. Every time she would sing for him before sleeping, he would be fast to sleep with no nightmares. It’s as if her songs were a spell to keep nightmares away. She would slowly put him in bed with a blanket placed on him. She kissed him on his forehead and left the room. But before she left the room, she would always say, in an gentle voice,

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

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#boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha #slight angst #fluff #x reader #female reader #reader #villain reader #villain female reader #mother figure #fanfiction #fiction #character x reader #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #todoroki touya

[dragonridernoobie]

Hii!!! I saw your requests open so may I request TFP Megatron x fem autobot reader (not human) who has the personality of like a wise and calming mother, but is the most strongest and protective out of her team? (Hope this makes sense, ty!!<3)

Abso-fucking-lutely, sorry for it took a bit to come out. I totally haven't been grinding on palworld...................anyways, enjoy and again for it being a bit for me to put out!

Request are always open!

(Y/N) <-

Megatron <-

MegatronXAutobotMotherFigure!Reader

When megatron meets (Y/N), he probably just treats (Y/N) as the same as everyone else.

Throw (Y/N) into the cell and ask for questions.

For days, megatron asked questions and interrogated (Y/N).

The autobots have tried to rescue (Y/N) but failed.

Eventually, Megatron would stop asking questions and actually have a conversation with (Y/N).

Not because he's bored, absolutely not.....

Megatron and (Y/N) would start gdting close, and Megatron would realize...(Y/N) reminds him the days he felt safe....loved....

Megatron would command his decepticons to protect (Y/N) even tho they are confused.

(Y/N) would be in her new room on the warship, just humming to herself when megatron would come in. He just lays on on the berth, and (Y/N) asks him what's wrong. Obviously, he would complain about this war and his new fight with optimus. (Y/N) would rub his head (forgot the name for head in cybertronian) and just sing a lullaby to him.

(Y/N)- Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Ball of Fur. Happy Kitty, Sleepy Kitty, Purr Purr Purr~

Megatron- mmm thank you....why are you so nice?

(Y/N)- I think everyone needs a little mother figure in their life. Even you.

After that interaction, I can see him thinking more ans more about this war.

Eventually after a long talk with (Y/N) he let's her head back to the autobot base and surrender himself.

(Y/N) can't adopt him since he is an adult but megatron treats (Y/N) as his carrier (mother in cybertronian).

(Y/N) would always give him little treats everything he comes over.

Tho (Y/N) give treats to everyone.

(Y/N) was a mother figure to everyone, especially optimus prime.

Which megatron and pissed off at but (Y/N) made sure they got along.

Optimus and Megatron would act like brothers once again, like before the war.

Life would be perfect.

(Y/N) would always give them love, keep them protected and more.

I swear, these two will act like kids.

They would get in trouble by breaking something at (Y/N)'s house and then blamed each other while pointing at each other.

They go the "go to the corner" treatment.

They haven't felt like this in years and are super happy with you.

(Y/N) has the power over the ex-leader of the decepticons and optimus prime.

All she needs to do is give them the Mom stare and they would stop whatever they where doing.

(Time for some sadness 😈😈😈😈)

When (Y/N) passes away from old age or other problems, they would be so fucking sad.

It's not even funny

But they would carry one her image by making a statue of her and at the bottom would say "a loving mother who stopped the war. Here lies (Y/N) (L/N).

They would not start another war but might grow distance for a bit

They would make sure to remember her lessons and show others love like the way (Y/N) did.

Hope you enjoyed it! Again, sorry it took a bit, have been grinding on palworld.

#megatron x reader #transformers tfp #tfp optimus prime #tfp megatron #decepticons #autobots #optimus prime x reader #mother figure #sad ending

[that-kid-fromtheplayground]

⛅ 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕄𝕠𝕞 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕⛅ (these are platonic Hcs)

⛅First of all, they didn’t trust you, I mean- you were a 6th grader! and the 6th graders boys tended to bother them.

⛅But then you started offering to babysit them when they were unsupervised.

⛅Kenny loved you the first time he saw you, I mean, look at you! you were a fucking sweetheart! and there you were, babysitting them.

⛅The other boys were more reluctant to accept your pressence, although they were polite with you (not Cartman-)

⛅You always took good care of them, you watched them closely and made sure they eated and didn’t get hurt.

⛅The first time you saw Kenny die was when all of you were in recess time and a swing broke Kenny’s neck with an horrible crack.

⛅When that happened Somehow Someway you managed to cover Stan and Kyle’s eyes with your hands as a maternal instinct.

⛅You didn’t cover up Cartman’s eyes because you knew this scene wasn’t going to have a big impact on him, I mean, he is a manipulative kid who has killed adults.

⛅Kenny’s death lasted 3 days, and after those he was back in bussines.

⛅Sadly, you didn’t remember his death but you seemed to remember that something bad happened between him and the swings, and so, the next time he was near them you took him by the shoulders and pushed to your left side, the one who didn’t face the swings.

⛅That seemed to happen with all of the deaths you saw, because when he came back you seemed to turn protective of him when the group was near the thing that caused his last death.

⛅The one of the boys that worried you the most was Stan, he seemed like a good guy but he always had this depressing actitude.

⛅After some time and reasurance he finally opened up to you, he told you about everything that worried him and you comforted him and tried to give him your best advice and comforting hugs.

⛅You and him established that Sunday night would be the regular day to have a talk about his emotions and worries.

⛅He was so greateful for that.

⛅Your relationship with Kyle was a very good one.

⛅yeah, at first he didn’t talk to you much because he thought you were there to hurt them or mock them.

⛅But Oh! Surprise! You weren’t there to do that, you were there to form a friendship and to look after them just like a mom would do.

⛅He was quickly to gain a part of your heart because he was such a sweetheart towards you once he got enough trust with you.

⛅When all the team met at your house to do the homework you soon noticed how incredibly smart he was, so you turned your atention to help the others with their homework as soon as you finished your own.

⛅That lead to a very cute scene, ‘cause as soon as Kyle noticed how you atended the rest of the boys more than him he couldn’t help but form a little pout with his lips, and so he called your name and told you that he had a problem with something.

⛅You were quick to realice that he didn’t have a problem and just wanted your attention, you laughed at that cute behavior and gave him a hug and a kiss on the forehead telling him that he didn’t need your help, to wich he just sighed defeated.

⛅You gave him a bunch of your atention for the next hour after that scene and Cartman got quite annoyed by that because he wanted your attention aswell.

⛅With Cartman you got along quite well, your relationship with him wasn’t as intimate as with Stan’s or as lovely as Kyle’s but it was a funny one for sure.

⛅Remember that thing that he does with his mum name? Like dragging the las syllabe of her name? Yeah, he deffinetly does that with your name too 😅

⛅You learned to bring a bunch of snacks in your bag, they hapen to calm down Cartman if he’s being a bratty kid.

⛅You definetly will have to step in between Kyle and Cartman sometimes to stop them from killing one another.

⛅Believe it or not, Cartman respects you more than anyone in this world, I mean- have you seen yourself when you protected them of a group of 8th graders???

⛅It’s still a mistery (for you-) why those 8th graders tried to hurt your lil beans.

⛅And YES, he has definetly called you “moma/mommy” (not in a sexual way) sometime... and YES, Kyle is still mocking him for that, when he does, surprisingly Cartman does not get violent, he just blushes in shame and shouts “Well, SHE IS our mom! right?” 

⛅And when he says that “right?” he just looks at you with the most confused and adorable expression ever made and you just can’t say no to him.

⛅And so, since then, they call you mom/momma/mum/mommy 

⛅And, just ‘cause you find that adorable, you call them lil bean/son/my beloved/darling/hun.

#Kenny x reader #Kenny McCormick #Kenny #Kenny South Park #South Park #South Park x reader #Cartman x reader #Eric Cartman #Eric x reader #Cartman South Park #Eric South Park #Kyle x reader #kyle broflovski #Kyle #Kyle South Park #Mom Friend #Mother figure #Mother Friend #Mom of the grup #Mom of the grup dynamic #Stan x reader #Stan Marsh #Stan #Stan South Park #Platonic

[loadedberetta]

Laswell who just wants to keep you safe; you're hers, even if you don't know it yet

sends you on light missions, and listens to you whine to her about how you got the short end of the stick with that escort duty again, and.... your words fade out, she's only observing your knitted brows arch on your face, and carefully manicured hands flail around as you walk up and down her office agitated; you look so cute she might have to assign you on leave soon tshk

#berettalks #maybe I just need a mother figure in my life who knows #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #laswell x reader #laswell cod

[daydream-cement]

Hiii! I know you’re not taking requests right now so this is for whenever you have the time ! (Or even if you want to:) ) but I absolutely loved the Weems x student reader platonic fluff so much! Would you consider writing one surrounding a student who came out to their parents during parent weekend, it didn’t go well and their parents caused a scene? And then just some protective/mama bear Larissa would be so cute ! Have a great day/night!

Momma Bear

Characters: Larissa Weems x student!reader

Authors Note: This fic may be triggering for LGBTQ readers. I wanted to filter out some of the more painful elements, so everyone feels safe reading.

Your parents voices rung around in your head as you stared at the floor. You mother specifically had begun yelling, causing the whole quad to go quiet, listening in on her harsh words. Parent's Weekend had been going so well, you thought it would have been the perfect time to come out to them. Your time at Nevermore had brought you so many new supportive friendships that you felt like you could finally be yourself.

Your parents has caused you so much embarrassment in that moment with their behavior, but you were astonished when Principal Weems stepped in. Literally, she stepped between you and your parents, shielding you with her tall form.

"Mr. and Mrs. L/n, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Principal Weems offered a diplomatic smile, but like with most people, your parents found it hard to argue with her, "I prefer not to have people making a scene in my courtyard. Your child has been a wonderful student here and I'd rather not have their progress backtracked due to your unscrupulousness."

Your mothers mouth gaped and your fathers look soured. They were absolutely furious that your Principal was speaking to them like this with such a bright smile on her face.

"Once again, I believe your Parent's Weekend is over. I'm sure Coach Vlad can see you out." Larissa held up a hand, inviting Coach Vlad to come stand next to her. His serious demeanor the exact opposite of Larissa.

Principal Weems turned around to face you, her smile was softer when she looked down at you, "Let's go for a walk, y/n."

You nod, eyes staring down at Weems' high heels.

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Principal Weems and you sat side by side in the gardens on a bench. You carefully glanced up at your principal, she was looking around the gardens, allowing a silence to grow between the two of you. Probably waiting for you to talk to her first.

"I tried coming out to them." You explain the reason for your parents yelling, "They... They didn't take it well."

"Mhmm..."

Your principal wasn't all that comforting you thought to yourself. Principal Weems seems nice enough, but she always seemed so serious.

"You know... My mother wasn't too happy when I came out to her either..." Principal Weems drew your attention in, making you feel better knowing she had experienced something similar, "I ended up finding a different 'mom' of sorts..."

Principal Weems looked down at you, her head tilted, "Sometimes the people we are born to aren't our real family. Nevermore... This is my family. You are apart of our Nevermore family too."

You felt tears began to pool in your eyes, but you really didn't want to cry in front of Principal Weems. Gently you lean your head into her arm, hiding your face in her sleeve.

Principal Weems pulled you into a hug. Your head rested against her shoulder and Weems' arms hugged you tight. She continued to speak to you, "As your mom, I'm telling you that I'm so very proud of you for sharing all of yourself with us. You are so incredible. You have come so far since coming to Nevermore."

She placed her hands on your shoulders, drawing you away so she could look into your eyes, "Now I want you to go back to the festivities. I've been told they will be serving dessert soon and I don't want you to miss that."

With that final statement, you went back in for another hug, squeezing Principal Weems a little tighter this time. You even felt Principal Weems press a kiss to your temple.

"Thank you, Principal Weems..." You murmur against her jacket.

"Anything for one of my babies..."

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #plantonic #mother figure #student!reader #gwendoline christie #mommy #fanfic #oneshot

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Divorce lawyer reader encountering laurie again unphased y/n took andy frm him

Worth It

Andy Barber x Divorce Lawyer!Reader

a/n: Hey, An🫶n, and my other beautiful readers! So sorry it's taken me a while to post any new stories, asks, or anything remotely interesting other than my rants and shade. It's been a tough month... For now, this is going to, hopefully, be 1 of 3 fics before November. Let me just say, I'm insane for challenging myself like this, but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Anyway, sit back and enjoy the fic!

WARNINGS!!! Some cursing (calling of slut, one mention of Fuck), pet names, mention of the car crash, mention of near death, mention of therapy, Andy is one seductive little shit, maternal figure!Y/N.

*Y/S/N = Your SurName

**F/P = Favorite Pastry

***F/C/D = Favorite Cafe Drink

Her alarm rang obnoxiously loud, but Y/N didn't seem to mind as she reached out to her bedside table to turn it off, before snuggling back into the man sleeping peacefully beside her. As they were in the process of effectively divorcing his wife, Andy had promised that as soon as it was all finalized, she can expect for there to be some of the biggest changes in her life. And safe to say Atty. Y/N *Y/S/N, wasn't disappointed, and may never get tired of it all.

She wrapped her arms around the slender torso of her boyfriend. They'd been together for about two years now, despite having a rocky start, their feelings blossomed into the most beautiful thing that neither of the two have ever experienced before. And that fact was once again proven, when the girl's snuggling and attempt at burrowing had pulled a reaction from the unsurprisingly gorgeous man.

"You know that will only make you late, if not later, than normal, Baby Girl, right?" Andy smirked, eyes remaining closed, hiding the mischief behind them.

"So... What if I do want to be late? Hmm?" Y/N replied, her cheeky grin growing with each second, as she took to placing light kisses on the side of her Love's neck.

"Then you'll have to explain to a very moody 16-year-old, why he missed at least three periods... And you know you can't reason with him, or his teachers." Andy laughed.

"Fuck!" Y/N sighed, laying flat in disappointment.

"We never get our mornings in anymore..."

"You know we could just send, Jacob on the bus... Be some bad parents for once..." Andy whispered, pulling his girlfriend close once more, allowing him to do so, sexily, in her ear.

"No. I can't risk Laurie approaching, and basically harassing him. Again." Y/N said, pulling away from his extremely tempting arms, and sitting up.

"You know we should let her see him, again." Andy said, a hand rubbing Y/N's arm, and eventually resting on her hip, pulling him to her, as he propped himself with one arm, and scooted closer to her.

"And we will. In neutral territory, under supervision." Y/N huffed.

"You're never forgiving her, are you?" Andy said, after placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"Absolutely. Come on, Andy, we're going to be stuck at traffic if we don't start moving now." She continued, looking at the time on the clock across from the right side of the bed.

"You don't want to be called old by our son again, do you?" She added with a chuckle, getting up, and turning around to walk backwards towards the bathroom.

"No, I definitely don't! Especially if I'm going to make sure his Ma will be carrying his sibling..." Andy said, smiling with a playfulness that alluded to something more.

And it stayed on, as he charged at Y/N. Filling their home with sounds of laughter and gleeful screams. With Andy silently hoping that he'd be able to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

Jacob had had an early day off from school, considering that his Physics teacher had cancelled class to be with his 6 year old daughter, who had fallen and injured herself in PE. Andy was stuck in his office, filling paperwork after paperwork for a case he was assigned, and he'd asked Y/N to fetch Jacob from school. And she was happy to oblige.

Jacob might not be her son by blood, and he had been accused of murder, but she loved him anyway. They'd formed a unique maternal bond, and she wasn't willing to give it up for anything. Especially when Jacob accepted that she could become his step-mother at some point.

Y/N decided it'd be fun to take Jacob with her to work, considering her caseload was light, and no one minded having a teenager amongst them. Plus, Jacob had asked her how and what did she do her job, at one point. That's why she decided to buy a few snacks from the stall right outside hers and Andy's office building.

"What would you like to have bud?" She asked, smiling at him, gently holding him up as he was still suffering from partial paralysis in his left leg, from the car crash. Therapy had helped, both physically and mentally, however, it had taken two years before some feeling came back and he was able to flex his foot. However, the rest of the leg will take some time.

"I don't know, Ma... Everything looks so good, I can't decide. Am I even allowed?" Jacob asked, his eyes sparkling in a way that Y/N has only seen happen in Andy's eyes.

"Ofcourse, you're allowed, Silly! Don't tell your father that I'm letting you take two, though." She giggled conspiratorially.

"My lips are sealed." Jacob laughed, holding his crutch in one hand, while he mimed a zipper with the other.

He later picked one chocolate frosted, with chocolate chips on top, and one white frosted, with colorful sprinkles, for his donuts, along with one Mocha-latte. Y/N ordered her usual **F/P and ***F/C/D, and was in the process of paying when she heard, a motherly voice, she was definitely not in the mood to hear today.

"Jacob! Sweetie, you look so big! You've grown so much in the past two weeks..." Laurie cried, her hands on Jacob's shoulders, before she pulled him into a hug.

"Laurie, get your hands off of my son. You don't get to see him until this Saturday, you know that!" Y/N exclaimed, approaching them with fury. Her own protective motherly instincts had awoken at the sound of that woman's voice.

"Your son? Y/N surely you can't be serious. Jacob is, and always will be my son. I gave birth to him. I raised him. I protected and defended him, when no one else did!" Laurie shouted, making Jacob flinch. Y/N took hold of Jacob, gently freeing him from Laurie's clutches.

"Yeah, you did a mighty good job at that, when you tried to kill him by crashing that car." She said in an eerily calm way.

"Jacob go inside, and wait in the Lobby."

"If he died in that accident, then you'd have Andy all to yourself, you slut!" Laurie said, not caring who hears.

"You know that what happened wasn't an accident, Laurie. You pressured Jacob into confessing to something he didn't do, because that's all you believed." Y/N countered, causing Laurie to eat her words.

"You believed the worst in Jacob, and didn't care that he was innocent in all of it. And you think you deserve to be called a mother? You tried to kill him! Your own son. You don't deserve to be near Jacob or the rest of my family." She gasped, finally letting out all that she thought of Laurie in the past two years.

"If it were up to me, I'd deny you any of your parental rights. But I won't do that to Jacob, or Andy. Those two mean more to me than anything else in this world, and I will do whatever it takes to make them happy and safe." She sighed, a heavy weight lifting off of her shoulders.

"Now, go home, Laurie. Before I smack you with a restraining order. We'll see you this weekend, if you manage to stay away for that long..."

Y/N had won. She not only gave Laurie a piece of her mind, she had actually spoken a truth she knew to be true long before Andy and her had made themselves official. And as she sighed with even more relief, and turned around, she saw one handsome face and the face of a boy that's been through hell but was right there smiling, that couldn't help, but make her smile.

"Jacob and I mean more to you than anything, huh?" Andy shyly smiled, his teeth peeking through his lips.

"You do. More than you'll both ever know." Y/N replied, as she ran to the arms of her family. Content with the life she's built for herself, that's worth everything.

So, I may have gotten, little bit overboard with the request, and wrote my first ever Andy Barber fic, feat. Jacob Barber😅. I hope you don't mind, An🫶n. Your request was too good of an idea to pass up writing a full fic!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I also hope that this fic was a fun distraction from all this mess caused by certain people. And stay tuned, I'm not done writing yet. Because this was, sort of an energizer for me.😁

See you in the next one, my Fellow Fan Girls and Boys🫶

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[tigersullivan01]

Mother figure Alma Peregrine x Reader

In one of the bathrooms Miss Peregrine is helping Claire to take a bath, the water is shallow in the tub with a small coat of soap bubbles on top. Miss Peregrine is sitting on her knees next to the tub with her white blouse on, the arms folded up nicely so they don’t get wet. A soft smile on her face as she helps Claire with the soap cloth. 

Y/n is sitting outside the open door in their fox form, their head tilted slightly to the side as they watched the interaction. Enoch walks by and notices Y/n sitting by the door, he stops and looks down at them in question. Y/n looks up at Enoch and slowly walks towards Miss Peregrine and the bath as Enoch watches intently. Y/n soft paws doesn’t make a sound against the tiles on the bathroom floor as they sneak up behind Miss Peregrine, they stop and makes themself ready to jump. 

As Miss Peregrine learns forward to reach the further side of Claire Y/n jumps up in the air and dives down into the bath, splashing water all over Miss Peregrine and the floor as Enoch stands in shock outside the bathroom before bursting out laughing. Y/n emerges from the water and looks up at a shocked Miss Peregrine frozen mid movement, when she snaps out of the shock she tries to grab Y/n, who desperately tries to get out of the bath and falls onto the floor with a wet squish then runs through the house and out the back door leaving after a wet trail of water and Miss Peregrine running after. 

Y/n pov

“Get back here Y/n!”Miss P yells as I run out into the garden, I see the other children looking shocked and surprised. It wasn’t normal for me to cause a ruckus nor get Miss P angry. I’m slightly scarred that she’s actually angry at me and didn’t se it as a funny joke. I start to pant harder as i run around the garden in circles with Miss P close behind me. I se Enoch by the back door laughing hard with Claire wrapped in a towel in his arms. I soon stumbled over my own paws and face painted into the grass, I’m surprised it didn’t happen earlier.

 I’m lifted off the ground by someone, I let out a soft yelp in surprise as i don’t like people touching me. I turn my head to se that it’s Miss Peregrine that has lifted me up with a small smile, her hair looks a little funny as it’s halfway drenched in water and some still styled up in her usual manner. “You need a bath dear, your fur is covered in soap”She says and starts walking inside. I put my front paws against her collarbone and pushes back not liking the idea of a bath, it’s a quite pathetic attempt at getting out of her arms so I give up. I rest my head on her shoulder, snuggling my nose into her neck and puts my front paws on ether side of her neck and closes my eyes. I feel and hear Miss P chuckle softly as she gently strokes my back. “All that running tiered you out hmm? I was quite surprised by your little stunt, it’s not very like you. I’m happy that you’re more comfortable now.”She whispers softly. 

Hi writer here! This is the first thing I have written and I’m bad at spelling and English isn’t my first language. Please give some feedback and request if you thought it was good! -Tiger

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[elliesmainhoe]

Goodnight, Mom

HBO ELLIE WILLIAMS X MotherFigure!Reader

This character is under 18 so the relationship is PLATONIC

Summary: After you help her down from a panic attack, Ellie calls you Mom for the first time.

Contents: mentions of David, trauma response, Ellie isolates herself, Night terror, Panic attack, Panic attack comfort.

A/N: I re-watched the last of us, and omg I need to comfort this bby so bad.

Ellie was such a ray of sunshine, so funny, so fiesty, so sweet. But ever since what happened with David, she just wasn't herself. She was quiet, reclusive and she never left her room, you went upstairs with a tray of food three times a day and left it outside her door, only returning an hour later to see it half eaten and abandoned in the same place you left it.

You missed her. You missed your walking boost of serotonin. Joel, Tess and you had been given her by the fireflies, you were all friends aswell as coworkers, well Joel and Tess had a little fling going on- but to each their own. She was so cute when you first met eachother, her little pocket knife and her messy brown hair.

And ever since you were assigned her as 'cargo', you hadn't been the same. The 14 year old immediately took a liking to you, and you to her. She stuck by your side through everything, you were practically attached by the hip.

She was with you when Tess died, when you tried to find Bill and Frank, when you met Henry and Sam, and when Joel told you he would no longer be coming with you. Ellie was your shadow, always lurking around watching you, smiling in admiration when you killed some infected in a particularly impressive way.

And that's why, after David, you couldn't bring yourself to deliver Ellie to the fireflies. You weren't stupid, you had a degree in biology for fucks sake, you knew- deep down that Ellie wouldn't make it out of that operating room. You knew she would want the truth and so you told her the truth.

Sitting in an old rusted car, driving down an abandoned highway back to Jackson you told her. She was conflicted- her life? For the world's? She was inclined to say yes. However, once you reminded her of the reality- it was unlikely it would work, and if it did it would be used as a political weapon against Fedra, and probably wouldn't see another person after its initial creation.

Once you made it back to Wyoming, you both settled down. Maria gifted you an old run down house to take on as your own.

When Ellie isolated herself in her room, you knew you had to leave her to it. She went through a traumatic experience and she deserved the time by herself to heal, no matter how much you were worried about her.

So, to take your mind of it, you went on patrols and found paint, old books, decorations and lights to try and make the house a home, and you think that you did that successfully. You painted the kitchen cabinets, reupholstered all the stools and couches. Added string lights in the living room and your bedroom to make it more cozy, and added potted plants around the house to bring the outside in.

After about 2 weeks the only room left to decorate was Ellie's. You had a large can of pale blue paint, and had collected a lot of posters of 70s-80s bands she had info-dumped about a while back.

It was night time, 10pm to be exact and you were exhausted- you did your usual routine, applying a moisturizer on your face and brushing your teeth before heading towards Ellie's door.

A small crack of warm light came out from underneath the wooden paneled door. Your first knocked onto the wood,

"you alright in there sweetheart?" you spoke softly, earning just a hum in response. "Well I'm going to sleep now- if you need anything don't be afraid just come wake me up"

"night y/n" Ellie's voice spoke quietly from the other side, if your ear wasn't pressed up against the panels you wouldn't of heard it. "Goodnight Ellie."

••••••••

At first the sound of Ellie's screams were no surprise, you often heard her sobbing, begging and pleading in your dreams, but this one was different it was clearer than usual.

Eyes flittering open and reaching over to your bed side table, you flicked on the reading lamp and blinked as your eyes adjusted to the warm golden light the bulb emitted. It did not take long for you to realize that the cries were very much real, and very much coming from Ellie's room across the hall.

Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you scrambled out of bed and across the landing, swinging open the oak door that lead into the teenagers room. You hurried over to her bedside, turning on the table lamp so you could see Ellie fully.

Her body was writhing, her hands clawing at her own skin subconsciously. Her eyes remained closed, she was still asleep. Shit. First things first, let's make sure she doesn't hurt herself. You took her hands in yours, ever so softly, stroking your thumb against her palms reassuringly. You began speaking to her, trying to rouse her from her sleep as she began to fight against you.

"Baby- Ellie, it's just me Babygirl" you said, louder than you usually would. "You gotta wake up for my sweetheart."

After about a minute her eyes opened slowly- however there was a deep-rooted anger in them at first, for a split second she thought that you were him. She went to push you off of her.

"Sweetheart- sweetheart, it's just me Babygirl, it's just me." You comforted. Ellie's eyes softened, her angry screaming turning into words made incoherent by her relentless sobbing. You took a seat next to her on the single bed mattress, allowing Ellie's arms to wrap securely around your waist.

Her chest heaved- breathing quick and unsteadily. "5 things you can see, you know the drill" you told her, hands tangling into the brunette hair that laid in your lap.

"I can see... You, my sketches on the wall, my pencils, the moon out of my window and my comic book." She trembled through shaky breaths.

"Good Girl. Now, four things you can feel?"

"my bed sheets, your t-shirt, your hand in my hair and the socks on my feet." She spoke calmer this time, but the sniffles and occasional sob still left her lips.

"Well done sweetheart, three things you can hear."

"The clock ticking, your breathing, and my sniffles"

"Mhm.. and two things you can smell?"

"Your new soap and the smell of freshly clean laundry"

"And lastly, one thing you can taste"

"My toothpaste" she says, her breathing had now slowed and her sobs turned into the occasional sniffle.

"Well done Ellie, in so proud of you" you hummed, you pecked her forehead lightly- and grinned when you saw the hint of a smile grace her face.

"Can you stay with me till I fall asleep?" She whispered, looking up at you. "Course I can." you replied before shuffling onto the bed in a comfier position.

Ellie's face, still damp from tears buried itself in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around you like her life depended on it.

"Goodnight Ellie".

"Goodnight Mom".

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[i-writes-things]

Because bedtime is a-

Characters: Any mother figure you see fit. and You as like a 4 year old.

"Because bedtime is a fucking crisis!"

She looked down at you, and all of a sudden you felt small again. She was in shock and you were standing there in horror knowing you should not be referring to bedtime as a crisis. You crossed your arms and pouted. Thinking this would keep your tears away, but it only brought them faster.

"Hey, bedtime is not a crisis. It's-" She could hear the whimpers starting. "Hey, hey." She picked you up as the tears started to fall. "You're not in trouble, baby. Oh I love you." She kisses your cheek, chuckling. "We just aren't allowed to say that word. Okay?" Nodding into her shoulder she walked down the hall to your room. You were sure you would never say the word crisis again. Ever. Never. Not fucking ever again.

#mother figure #mother daughter relationship #mother x you #mother figure x you #mother figure x reader #cute #baby!reader #platonic

[allyium-inserts]

Title: Picnic Mayhem

Iruka x Mother-Figure! Reader

Summary: Naruto has finally return from his three-year training with Jiraiya, but his mom is just nowhere to be found.

This is based on my mother-Figure! Reader x Naruto head cannons. I’m not very used to writing in this format, so let me know if you prefer the bullet points or this! Also, slight spoilers to the actual show if you haven’t fully watched it or don’t know who Naruto’s parents are.  This isn't proof-read or anything so there may be errors.

Word Count: 884

Konoha was quite peaceful after the neighborhood troublemaker had left to train with the sage. There was of course a teary goodbye between Naruto and the person who practically raised him, so when Naruto returned, of course he would want to see his mother, which seemed to be an impossible task. Since his return in the early morning, he has seen everyone, but Iruka and his mother and he was starting to get frustrated when everyone he asked said “(Y/N) is probably with Iruka, they are always together these days.” Which was even more frustrating because he was sure news of his return has already reached your ears and should be waiting for him with open arms. 

Out in the surrounding forest completely unaware of Naruto’s return was the female in question wearing long pale-yellow sundress that complemented your (S/T) with your hair in a low bun and a couple strands framing your face. Next to you was the brunette ninja with the scar across his face in his typical ninja clothing setting up the picnic for their lunch date. You and Iruka have been together for almost two years before Naruto’s return and on the path to get married if Iruka manned up. “Sweetheart, have I told you that dress look amazing?” Iruka says as he finishes setting up the picnic and sitting down so that he is looking up. You blush softly and smiled, “Yes, at least 10 times already.” You rolled your eyes and joined the ninja before helping him pull out some of the food out of the basket. The food consisted of two bento boxes that consisted of 2 tuna rice balls, mozzarella and tomato skewers, and a fruit salad and a bottle of sake for the two to share.  This was a common occurrence every week that the two would go out to lunch together and spend the entire afternoon together basking in the rare quiet moments. 

You looked down at your food, picking at it before saying, “Naruto should be back soon.”

Iruka nods, “Yea, he should. I know he is going to be so excited to see you and take all your time away from me!” He pouts lightly. You laugh lightly and raise your eyebrow looking at Iruka, “Are you jealous of Naruto?” You teasingly ask while setting your bento down ready to tackle to the man in front of you. He blushed heavily at the inclination of being jealous of Naruto, “Maybe I am. Afterall he got to spend all those years with you uninterrupted!” He crosses his arms and pouts theatrically. You smile widely laughing before, you suddenly charged at him and tackling him to the ground. His hand instinctively grabbed at your waist. 

“Now, Now, is this not uninterrupted time with me?” you asked smugly as you get closer to his face. Iruka started to stutter out an answer before you decided to save him from his embarrassment by kissing him. Your soft lips slowly caress his slightly chapped lips in a rhythmic dance. Before he could even process you were kissing him, you pulled away with a smile and looked into his brown irises which only showed love and devotion to you. He leaned back in giving you a proper kiss and his hand tighten around your waist before pulling you back into to him to deepen the kiss unaware of the approaching blonde who realized that neither of you were in the village!

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY MOM- YA KNOW” 

You both jolted away from the sudden voice, wide-eyed and dark blushes covering both of your faces. You looked towards the voice and gasped with tears brimming in your (e/c) eyes as you stare at Naruto unable to process that he was home.  The resemblance to your brother was uncanny and Minato’s name almost slipped out instead of Naruto. You stood up and rushed to the young blonde placing your hands on his cheeks to really ground yourself back into reality. “Naruto…” Tears starting to fall as you caress his face before pulling him into yourself for a bone crushing hug. “Phat doesn’t uhnswer my queshion. Mphat were you shoing wit Iruka-shenshi?” You sighed and pulling his face away from you, “Can we talk about that later?” Naruto shakes his head and Iruka comes up behind the two resting his hand in the small of your back. You and Iruka had a silent conversation, before turning to Naruto.

“Well Naruto… With your permission, I would like to continue seeing (Y/N).” Iruka asks even though knowing no matter what Naruto said, you two would continue to see each other. 

“Well, aren’t you seeing her right now! - ya know!” You both sighed, “Naruto, Me and Iruka are dating. We have been for the past two years.” The look of shock and betrayal on his face was evident as he looked between the two of you.  

“WHAAAAA” Iruka and you flinched at his tone as Naruto leaves your embrace still in shock at the sudden news. “Me and you are goanna have a talk” Naruto said pointing between him and Iruka.  Iruka nodded at Naruto declaration and laughed a little. 

I guess Iruka would have wait to ask you to marry him as he feels the box in his pocket. 

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[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓜𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓷

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚'𝐯𝐢. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ 'ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ' ꜱᴏᴄᴏʀʀᴏ x ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪꜱᴛ! ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ᴀᴜɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: toxic relationships, mentions of Suicide Squad, bleached skin due to chemicals, mentions of war, explosions, death, death of two pets, sky people, Miles Quaritch mentioned, cussing, motherhood.

A/N: I haven't wrote anything involving Spider, so I thought of something. I made it somewhat angsty. Also, I'm going to have to start adding that English isn't my first language since some mistakes may be seen and I don't fix them right away.

Masterlist

Years after leaving a man who had made your life a living hell, you had no idea on what to do. You had met him in mental hospital, you were his therapist. During that time together, you had got closer to him. He had made you fall in love with him, you dropped everything in order to be with him. You did everything he had asked you to do, as a gesture of your love, he pushed you into a bath of chemicals, causing your skin to bleach.

The whole time he had been using you for his own benefit, this so called love wasn't love at all, this was no Mad Love, this was cruelty. It took a while to leave him, but you finally did, you promised yourself that you will no longer go back to him. Sure you've said it a couple time in the past but this was the last time you'd say it, you were both officially over. As a form to show that you were officially over, you blew up the chemical factory were it all started, it felt good knowing and proving to yourself that you were done with him.

Thanks to a job you got outside of earth, you got hired as a Therapist in Hell's Gate on Pandora, you really had nothing left to loose so you took the job. Sure you had worked in the Suicide Squad and you had your Gang Of Harleys, but you could not let this job go. Why not start fresh in another planet. Not to mention you had enemies on your ass, wanting you dead, often sending hitmen or women to get the job done. When you had arrived, everyone thought it was a joke, seen a woman dressed as a clown here being a therapist, what a laugh. The first few months you had no patients, no one seemed to have any problems or whatever, it was fine honestly. You weren't going to force anyone into talking to you.

You had met Grace, Norm, Trudy, Max and Jake, this were the only people who were nice to you since everyone had seemed to avoid you at all costs. They didn't seem to care if you wore crazy flashy red and black outfits or your red and black hair or your clown like makeup. They treated you like an actual person. Jake had actually become your first patient ever since he began the Avatar program. He told you everything that felt and other things. You found out about a Na'vi girl who caught his eye. You could tell that he was in love for you by the way he had talked about her.

You and Trudy were closer, since you had nothing better to do, on your free time you'd hang with her. She'd also take you flying. She also liked listening to your stories about the time with the Suicide Squad and your Gang. The Suicide Squad stories were her favorite, she'd often tell you that you'd be good on the field.

Things got bad, the RDA decided to destroy the Omaticaya's home tree and most people were not happy. They could not do that, they could not take people's home like that and for what? To enslave them? take over this planet only to fuck it up like they did to earth? That's bullshit.

You sided with Jake and the Omaticaya, you stayed with Max while the others went out to help the clan on the outside while you and Max helped on the inside. You, Max and another group of people who had access to avatar's came up with a plan. While they got into their avatars, you and Max went outside to get a hold of the machines that were used in the compound. You and him destroyed the control room so that they didn't have access to communicate with those who were out in the field, then the other avatars came in and held the people in the room at gun point. They were fucked for sure. This was also considered a suicide mission, and you were all in for it.

The Na'vi won, now the humans had to leave. Except for you, Max, Norm and the others who helped. Many died, some as scumbags, but others died as heroes. War was never a good thing, but it was the only way to get the humans to know that the Na'vi were not going to stand down and defend their lands, their planet.

One thing you didn't expect was a baby to be born, his name is Miles Socorro, the son of Miles Quaritch and Paz Socorro. He was now an orphan, since both parents are dead. So you decided to adopt him, you knew nothing about parenting or caring for a baby, but you've dreamed of having children in the future. You had thought about having a daughter who you'd name Lucy, but that never happened. You had another chance, but with a boy who was not responsible for his parents choices.

You raised Miles as if he was your own son, you had began to call him Spider since that's how he'd act majority of the time, like a spider around the. Not only that, but then came in the Sully kids, two boys and two girls. You had become their aunt since you'd interact with them the most, one day they just began to call you 'Aunt Y/n' or just 'Aunty' you love them as if the were also your kids.

When Spider was little, he always wondered why your skin was a pale color and your hair was two different colors. One time he tried to dye his blonde hair with your hair dye, only to make a huge mess. You weren't upset, but only laughed seen the small red and black hair dye had prints on the bathroom floor and walls. Not forgetting the time Spider also got into your make up. He had white foundation and white powered all over him. As well as a bit of red and black eyeshadow around his eyes and badly applied on lipstick on his cheeks. You had manage to take a pictures of him, he was just adorable doing this kind of chaos. You had them hanged on your walls of your office with other pictures of your friends.

When it came to toys, you had to make them. You did have stress relieve toys you'd let Spider play with but you knew he was getting bored of them. So you learned from Jake how to carve toys, at first it was a pain but you got the hang of them. You carved him an Ikran, A Direhorse, and not to mention Toruk. Besides those, you carved him other things. You had carved him two hyenas which you painted green and pink, Bud and Lou were your pets back on earth, but they died on their way here. You were upset when you heard that your precious pets died. You also caved him a motorcycle, and other things he may like. You had also carved him a bat and mallet in which he customized himself, it may not have been appropriate for his age, but he loved all his wooden carvings dearly.

Even though he got older and was no longer interested in toys, you had the wooden figures sitting on your desk next to a baby picture of Spider's, the one you had taken with him covered in hair dye and make up. He'd often tell you to take it down but you wouldn't. He also didn't like it when you'd kiss his cheek, since it'd leave a stain of your red or black lipstick, you continued to do so despite his protest.

The older Spider got, the more he wanted to be part of the people. He learned everything about the Omaticaya, he really wishes he could be a Na'vi. He had stopped trying to dress like you, which you didn't mind since he was doing his own thing. Even though his hair was now different, he'd dye two strands of his dreads, one red and one black, he said because he wanted to have a part of you on him, almost having you in tears.

One thing that you didn't like was how Neytiri treated your son as a threat. You understood her dislike for humans but Spider was only a kid who wanted to fit in with the rest. You still remember when he came back crying because of Neytiri's treatment, that was the first time you ever saw him cry, it hurt you. That was when you told him to not worry about what Neytiri said to him, to only focus on the good he does.

You wanted to talk to Neytiri but at the same time, you felt as if it were a bad idea. She was very stubborn and for sure she'd try and gouge your eyes out if you told her anything. So you spoke to Jake, for sure he'd be able to talk to his wife, but even if he spoke to her, things didn't change. You just let it slide, but you warned Jake that if Neytiri does anything to your son, then you'd take matters into your own hands and he knew you weren't messing around.

Even after all these years, Jake was still your patient, he'd tell you how he felt about everything that was happen, not to mention about him being a father of four. You had talked to him about communication and other important things, but they seem to only go in one ear and out the other. Today was another session.

You had been at the campsite, with the girl to greet the coming war party. When they arrived, you pulled both Neteyam and Lo'ak into a hug, you had been worried sick. "Are you both okay? How was it out there?" you asked seen that Neteyam had been injured, Neytiri, Kiri and Tuk had also noticed some injuries. "It was fine..." he said, looking down a bit disappointed. "Oh, It's okay sweet cheeks, all that matter is that you're both here safe and sound." You said comfortingly at the both of them, as you held one of their hands. Jake then approached the three of you all. "Y/n, a moment please" you looked at Jake, and nodded, not before giving both Neteyam and Lo'ak a gentle hand squeeze before going over to Spider.

While you and Spider looked at the Ikrans, you accidently heard what Jake was telling his sons, Spider looked over seen how Jake grounded Lo'ak for a month. You then lightly smacked Spider on the head to get him to stop listening to their private conversation. He gave you a look "what was that for Ma?" he asked rubbing his head. "I told you not to listen to other's conversation its rude." You said making him respond. "Yeah I know, but he is basically yelling" he said. "I know, but still, now go see how Neteyam is doing." You sent him off.

Jake had been sitting on the ground, checking and cleaning his gun while he talked. "They could of got hurt! I could of lost them!" he was basically yelling, you understood, he was worried about his sons. It was normal for a father to be worried. "I get it, I understand that Lo'ak is reckless, he got that from his father" you said teasingly at Jake who laughed a bit. "I know but, he's got to learn that this sort of things aren't a game, its war for crying out loud." Jake mentioned, sighing. You took a deep breath and spoke again. "I know, but he is a kid, all your kids are still kids. Of course they'll be reckless and not always pick the right choices, but you're their to teach them, that's what a father does." You said.

"I try okay? I scold them, I tell them everything." He said as you spoke again. "How? Yelling at them doesn't teach them, we all basically saw how you yelled at him" you said, making Jake to look at you. "I have to get them to listen" he said, as you gave him a look of 'really?' "I get it, but yelling only shows that, your upset with them. I get it, but at the same time, you need explain to them, talk to them. When was the last time you actually had spoken to them?" you asked, making Jake think for a moment.

"Never actually, I never thought it would be necessary to have a talk with them" Jake admitted, making you have a 'are you serious' face. "Jake, communication is important, they're kids, teens! They're at an age where they need to the most support since they're almost adults. And you are the one who is guiding them into adult hood." You said as Jake listened. "Look, this is your 'assignment' talk to Lo'ak and Neteyam, seriously, no scolding, no yelling, talk to them like a father, show them that you care about them." You told him in a serious manner.

"And another thing, you can't be putting all the responsibility on Neteyam. He isn't an adult, he is a kid as well. That much responsibility on him can cause stress, very bad stress since he'll begin to think that anything bad that happens will be his fault and he'll take the blame for it, that's harmful" you told him, it sounded more like a scolding. "Next session tell me how it goes." You said as Jake nodded then Neytiri approached him. "Thank Dr. L/n, I appreciate it" Jake said with a genuine smile. You smiled back at the blue giant. "You're lucky this is free, or else I'd be charging you" you teased at him getting up from the ground, making him role his eyes at your comment. "Yeah yeah, I'll see you around" Jake said to you, before you went to get Spider you greeted Neytiri, then walked off to the tent where he was.

You had entered the camp, seen both Mo'at and Kiri putting healing paste on Neteyam who was grunting in pain. "Awe you need a kiss on your boo boo?" Spider teased as Lo'ak chuckled at him. You went over to his side, seen Neteyam's bruises, damn they were bad. "I remember having to kiss your boo boos, and I still do Kiddo" you teased, seen Spider's face turn red while making Lo'ak laugh. "Ma, your embarrassing me" he said lowly. "So? I'm your mama, it's my job" you said giggling.

"At some point you should come to one War party, it'd be cool seen you in action. Just like in your Suicide Squad days." Lo'ak mentioned, he had tried conversing you into joining at least once. You knew it wasn't age appropriate to talk about stuff like that, but the kids were curious about your past life. "I'd love to but, I'm a human, my ass could get killed at any moment." You said, making him insist. "Come one Aunty, a little danger wouldn't hurt." He said, now this caught your attention. "If you insist I might think about it. I need some danger in my life once in a while." You said making Lo'ak look excited.

"Alright, it's time to head back" you said, making Spider look at you. "Come one Ma, let me stay a bit longer." He begged like a child. "No, it's late" you said, but before Spider could protest some more you gave him a warning look. Even though he was older, that look still worked on him. Spider then said his goodbyes to the kids and you both left.

When you got to the lab, you and Spider were in your office, you had been looking through stuff. Spider had nothing better to do but just hang around your office. "Hey Ma?" Spider broke the silence. "What is is Kiddo?" you asked, stopping what you were doing and faced him. "How come you never mention or talk about my dad?" he said, this made you blood run cold.

You sigh, knowing you'd have to talk to him about this eventually. "You dad, wasn't the best person Spider" you said, now feeling nervous. "Why is that?" he asked again, now playing with a green hyena wooden toy on your desk. "Because, he did horrible things, unspeakable shit" you said. Remembering seen the Home Tree getting destroyed, by that bastards orders. "He destroyed the Omaticaya's original home tree, lots of Na'vi died. Neytiri's father died, there. And her sister died in Grace's school." You told him, maybe you shouldn't be telling him this but he had to know.

Spider listened, seen this was serious. "Did he ever find out about me?" he asked, you shook your head "no, she didn't tell him about you." You said, making Spider look confused at you. "She? Who is she?" He asked. You then sat down on a couch, making him sit next to you. "Paz Socorro, your real mother. That is why your surname is Socorro and not L/n" You said, seen that Spider had got tense by this, he felt like something had hit his chest, hard. "Your not my mom?" Spider asked, now seen the tears form in his eyes. You took his hands into yours.

"Yes, I am your mother, I may not have given birth to you, but I raised you. I fed you, I bathed you, I did everything a mother should because that's who I am. Your mother. I love you because you're my son." You told him, cleaning his tears away. Spider was still having to think about what you told him, you weren't his real mother but you love him as if you were. "Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked, seen tears now running down your eyes, having your makeup run down your pale cheek. "Because I was scared I guess, scared that you'd stop loving me because I'm not your real mother" you admitted, not caring if you ruined your makeup.

Spider saw how heart broken you were. You didn't tell him to hurt him or for your own benefit. You didn't tell him about his real parents because they had made bad decisions in the past, not to mention Quaritch who was the worst. You didn't have bad intentions, you just wanted to protect him from his parents mistakes and from their sins, mainly Quaritch.

Spider then wiped your tears away, also smearing your run down mascara a bit. He gave you a soft smile even though he had dried tears. "I know you may not have given birth to me, but you will always be my mom" he said, seen you smile and tears began to run down your eyes again. "Oh Ma, don't cry" he said now worried. You then pulled him into a tight hug, almost suffocating. "I love you so much kiddo! You're the best thing that had happened to me in my life. I love you, I love you, I love!" You continued to say over and over while you also began to pamper his face with kisses leaving red lipstick on his face. "MA! you're getting lipstick on my face" he whiles trying to get away from you. "I don't care, I love you so much!" he continued to hug him happily.

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[dianneking]

omg could you do a marilyn x reader? she’s been leaving little flowers and plants in readers room and office as like a secret admirer (she can be a student but if you don’t like that she could be larissa’s assistant) and one day after getting jealous of reader and larissa she tells reader and they confess feelings and fluff

Secret Admirer - Marilyn x ungendered Reader

‘Tis I, your neighborly Angst Fairy! Coming at you with your recommended angst dose (with a happy ending, worry not). As always, I feel like I didn’t do the fluff part much justice, but there might be a second part in the future (not in the works yet though). Also, I added in a very caring, parental figure Larissa because I never had the chance to write her and I wanted to.

Tags: Jealousy, Angst with a happy ending, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Jealous Marilyn, Protective Larissa, Parent Figure Larissa, Mild swearing, Heartbreak, No gender specifications, no use of Y/N. 

Wordcount: 6131 

Cross-posted on AO3 here!

Secret Admirer - Marilyn x ungendered Reader

“Larissa, it happened again! It happened again!” You tore through the double doors, not bothering to knock, wrapped as you were in your enthusiasm. You employer looked at you from behind her desk, the beginning of a bemused smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Oh?” She enquired, “is your secret admirer back at it?” You proudly presented her the bouquet, a small, lovely composition of whites and pinks and greens, bound together by a round of twine. It was sweet, as all of the presents from the mysterious person were. It had been going on for a while: sometimes you would come back to your quarters and find a flower on your doorstep, other times it was a small potted plant on your desk greeting you first thing in the morning. It was sweet. It was romantic. It never failed to bring a smile to your face, no matter how long your day, or how disturbed your dreams had been.

“Still no message on it?”

You shook your head. There never was any clue as to who had been brightening your days as of late: no envelopes, no initials, no declarations of love either. Just flowers, or plants. It could have been anyone in Nevermore, and potentially someone from outside the school as well…there was no way to tell. You had tried to keep watch on your own door, or to change your routine slightly to catch the responsible in the act, but it had never worked. Of course, that only spurred your curiosity more and more. Was it a student? Or a teacher? Or maybe a normie from Jericho? Of course, your favorite fantasy was to imagine it had been your crush all along, that she returned your feelings, and you would catch her sometimes with flowers in her hands, you would both confess to each other and be madly in love happily ever after. After all, the presents were always plants, and who else could leave them if not the resident botanist?

But Marilyn had never given you any reason to believe it was her all along. The few times you had brought up the presents with her, trying to gage her reaction, she had seemed more interested in the plants themselves, explaining excitedly to you what their meaning was in the flower language: “Oh, that’s fern, it stands for fascination! And the scarlet fuchsia here is a declaration of love, and the Zephirantes, or Zephyr flower…” and so on. It was nice to know what those bouquets meant, they always were a sweet message, if Marilyn was to be believed, and if the sender had meant for them to be interpreted as such. Tender love, devotion, shyness were often the themes of their compositions. And yet, as grateful as you were to the mystery person, every time you went in search of Marilyn to interpret the bouquets, you couldn’t help but wish that this would be the time that she would hold you and admit that it had been her all along, that she knew those feelings the flowers spoke of because they had been put together by her careful fingers all this time. Wishful thinking.

“I wish they would just come out and tell me. Or at least put it in writing.” You complained to Larissa’s patient ear, as you often ended up doing as of late, “I mean, what if it is a student? That would be awkward, not to mention illegal!” Your boss had the audacity to chuckle at your distress “You are barely more than a student yourself, darling. Also, do I need to remind you that some of our students have been here for entire decades? They sure would be old enough for your delicate sensibilities.”

“But I don’t want to date a fang! They always need to feed at the most inconvenient of times.”

“Well, you are very much not required to date someone just because they send you flowers, dear. Now, I believe I pay you to help me with my paperwork, and not to pine for some mysterious Casanova.”

“Fine, you win this time! But just because I need this job.”

“And here I was, thinking you only stuck with me because of my charming personality and sensational looks.” Larissa mock-pouted, her laughing eyes giving her away.

“Well, you are quite easy on the eyes as far as bosses go, I’ll have to grant you that…” You waggled your eyebrows up and down, pretending to ogle her. You loved working for principal Weems, she had taken you in right after graduation, when your parents made it perfectly clear that you wouldn’t be welcome back home. She had given you a job, and room and board in Nevermore’s staff quarters, even though you were barely of age; and even more importantly, she had taken up the role of a parent and a mentor to you. She was your mother in all but blood by now, and these past two years working by her side had been amazing. You owed her so much and the easy-going attitude you two had together showed how tight your bond was. Today, she chuckled at your cheekiness, and playfully swatted you and your new bouquet in the direction of the door, from where a timid knock had come.

“Come in! And you, little brat, keep your flirting under control, or we’ll have to have words!” She winked at you, the wide smile on her face and the affection in her voice warming her teasing words.

“Aw boss, you know you love me! Oh, hello there, Marilyn!” You were laughing as well, almost skipping as you went towards the doors, and found yourself face to face – well, almost nose to nose, given your momentum – with none other than the one who occupied most of your thoughts recently. Your smile got even wider, delighted just at her sight, and you couldn’t help but blush at the sudden closeness, taking a weird half-step to the side to avoid completely running her over – not that you would have minded in the least to fall on her, your body pinning her to the ground in an unexpected, but certainly not unwanted position…

Wishful thinking, your brain unhelpfully reminded you.

“Oh…hello there” her smile seemed a bit forced and somewhat pained, as if she had just received a piece of bad news, or discovered an uncomfortable truth, and you felt yourself asking, almost instinctually, “Are you alright?” She seemed almost surprised at the question, and her dazed eyes seemed to find it difficult to focus on your face, studying you with a sort of distracted intensity, as if seeing you for the first time. “I’m fine, thank you. I wanted to speak to principal Weems about something, am I interrupting something?” Her voice rose a bit at this, as if she felt she was imposing on her employer’s time or something. You smiled at her, trying to dispel her worries as much as you could. “Go on! Our glorious principal is all yours, I have apparently overstayed my welcome by giving her too many compliments and have been sent back to my desk.” You flippantly pointed at the general direction of your work station, just outside and to the side of the double oak doors. You were about to exit, and something came to mind, so you turned once more to her, “Hey, are we still on for our movie night later?”

The two of you had bonded over the fact that you were the only two in the staff with a passion for fantasy. For most outcasts, whose lives were already filled with the supernatural, there was little appeal in immersing oneself in a world of magic, where wondrous beings fought against the inevitable forces of evil, guided by prophecies and honor. But Marilyn was a normie, and you had grown up with books as your only friends, and by the time your own powers had manifested, you were already in love with the escapism that a thick novel could hold in its hundreds of pages. When you had discovered this shared passion, you had been quick to propose regular movie nights to her, to show each other’s favorite movies and complain how they were totally not as good as the books. Your chats went on far longer than the movies themselves, and were part of the reason why you found herself falling harder and harder for the older woman; you could listen for hours on end to her enthusiastic rants, drinking in how her warm eyes would sparkle as she gestured wildly.

“Sure.” She answered curtly after a moment of silence, and as you exited the imposing doors, you could swear your heart could be heard through the whole corridor for how wildly it was beating. Even if she felt a bit off, she hadn’t cancelled your little movie date, and that was enough to make you glide giddily through the day’s work.

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“That has to be the benchmark against which all fantasy movies have to be compared. It’s just such a classic.” Marilyn commented, as the end credits to The Fellowship of the Ring were rolling on the TV in front of you. You were in her quarters, her couch having been unanimously elected as the more comfortable of the two. There had been a bowl of popcorn wedged between you at the start of the movie, but it had found a new home on the coffee table as soon as all the popped kernels had disappeared, allowing you to surreptitiously scoot closer to her, close enough that you could smell the subtle floral scent of her shampoo. Jasmine. Love, purity, and beauty: you had learnt those were some of the meanings associated to the small white flower, as it had been one of the first that had appeared in your bouquets, and one that kept coming back. It had been in today’s botanic present, as well. It was very fitting for her, you thought. She was so beautiful, and when she smiled, her whole face seemed to shine from within with the purest of lights. You had been lying to yourself when you referred to her as your crush, it was way more than that: you were utterly smitten with her, and had been for a while. You tried to focus on what she was saying, trying to engage the passionate side of her that you loved so much.

“I mean, I get it’s a classic, but I can’t help but feel that it would have been much better if we got to see more of Lady Galadriel and her powers. She could have been quite the asset to the Fellowship...and we would have gotten to see more of Cate Blanchett in the movies as well!”

“But it would have made no sense for a queen of elves such as herself to join such a ragtag band of misfits!” Always the nerd, Marilyn couldn’t resist a good tease on one of her favorite fantasy classics, and that made pulling her leg that much more fun: “That’s rubbish! You don’t need for it to make sense for it to be more screen time with a hot elven lady!”

“Oh, come on, she’s not even close to your age! Even in this film, Cate Blanchett was like, what, at the very least ten years older than you are now or something?”

“Oh, let me correct then, a hot older elven lady. And elves don’t really age anyways, am I right?” You elbowed her lightly in the ribs, eliciting a laugh. “Stop it! I’m serious here!” she swatted you playfully on the shoulder, and you noticed that your exchange had brought you closer to each other, and that your knees were basically touching by now. Suddenly the atmosphere felt charged.

“What’s wrong with older women? Age is but a social construct anyways. Who cares if there’s an age gap nowadays? As long as there’s love, age shouldn’t matter.” The electricity in the air felt live on your skin, it felt like a momentous occasion, and suddenly, you weren’t talking about Cate Blanchett anymore. Was that all Marilyn had against giving you a chance? The fact that you were some ten years her younger? In this day and age? Could that be the reason for the secret messages with the flowers – if it was her sending them – , maybe she felt too old to make an overt move?

“How could you even be sure it’s love though? When your experiences in life are so vastly different? A couple of years don’t make that much a difference, but when it’s a decade? Or more? How would you even know?” Marilyn wasn’t looking at you, playing absentmindedly with the armrest of the couch to her side.

“Are you serious? Marilyn, I don’t need a time stamp to know that my feelings are real, no matter the age gap. I might be young, but I am not stupid!”

You turned fully towards her, a leg folded under you, the other left hanging towards the floor. Engrossed in your righteous campaign, you put a hand on her thigh, burning with the unrelenting need to make her see reason. It wasn’t until you noticed that she was gripping spasmodically the armrest, so strongly that her knuckles were white as bone that you realized what you had just said. Fuck.

You removed your hand, but didn’t take what you said back. That you wouldn’t do.

“This…this is purely theoretical, right?” she asked, stumbling on her words, a pleading in her voice that didn’t sit right with you, “You don’t really have feelings for an older woman, do you?” She seemed almost scared at the prospect, not delighted as you might have hoped. This was your chance to back down. You could deflect, and return to your silent pining, for always regretting wasting this one occasion you had. Or you could risk it all, risk throwing away this friendship you had with her, the little moments of joy that made your heart only grow fonder and more restless.

To hell with it. ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never have loved at all.

You steered yourself, setting your jaw strong as you prepared to lay your heart bare.

“It’s not theoretical, Marilyn. I am in love with an older woman. In fact, I—”

"But that's just wrong!!" You reeled back, struck almost physically both by her words and by the horror painted on her face as she turned to face you, finally. You thought you could feel your heart ripping within your chest at the way she struggled to put her dismay into words. There went your one chance. What was that about having loved and lost? You couldn't help the tears filling your eyes at her harsh words she chose to reject you. At how venomous they were as they dripped from those lips you had been long dreaming of kissing. Wishful thinking.

Marilyn sat up, bending towards you, a hand finding its way on your arm, her voice almost pleading now, "Please tell me you are joking. You are so young. You have your whole life in front of you…you shouldn't be even thinking about something so…so inappropriate!" Every word was a stab, and then a twisting of the knife. That wasn’t how you had expected her to react to your confession: even when you had tried to steel yourself for a rejection, you had expected sweet, lovely Marilyn – the woman who sang to her plants and cooed encouragement to them, the soft-spoken woman you had fallen in love with – you had expected her to be kind about it. She should have been regretful that she didn’t return your feelings, and her voice should have been gentle as she told you she was sorry, but she only saw you as a friend. You could have dealt with that. You would have accepted it, and told her that your friendship was also important to you and you would not your feelings change what you had.

But this? The horrified disbelief you heard and saw coming from her was worse than any nightmare your mind could have concocted. Nothing could have prepared you for this.

"I…" the words you wanted to say got stuck in the knot that held your throat in a vice. You swallowed thickly, but it didn't change one thing. You staggered to your feet, letting her hand fall limply back on the cushions. You didn’t want to cry in front of her. "I…I think I'll…go" you managed to croak out as you made your way to the door, blinded by the tears. You stumbled against the coffee table, almost falling in your haste to escape. You didn’t even feel the hurt of the hit. The pain radiating from your chest was way stronger.

"No, wait, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…I-"

But there was no way you could stay and listen to what Marilyn had to say now, after she had just crushed your heart so mercilessly. You let the door slam closed behind you as you ran back towards your rooms, letting tears free to stream down your face, but you came to a halt in front of your doors: you couldn't face your own quarters right now, filled with flowers and lovely plants that you now knew could never come from the one you desperately wanted. So you went just a little further, and you knocked on the door of the one person who you knew you could always count on.

It took less than a minute for Larissa to open, well used to be always on call for school emergencies of any kind. She clearly had been heading for bed, as there was no makeup on her face, her hair was unpinned and falling around her face in waves, and she was wrapped in a tartan dressing gown. Her face fell as she saw you sobbing desperately on her doorstep.

"My darling what happened? Are you hurt?" You threw yourself at her, and she instinctively wrapped you in a hug, petting your hair with one hand and making comforting noises. After a while she ushered you in, and you ended up sitting on her couch, your face still half-hidden in her tartan, your body still wrecked by your heartbreak.

"My darling kid, my precious assistant, What happened to make you so desperate? Weren't you supposed to be watching one of those fantastical movies with Marilyn?"

At her name, your crying doubled in strength. You didn't want to talk about her, you didn't want to even think about her. Of how pain and horror had mixed on her beautiful face when you had confessed your feelings. Of how she had pleaded for you to tell her it wasn’t true, it wasn’t real.

"Did…did you tell her how you feel?" Larissa knew of your feelings for her botany professor. Of how what had started as a silly crush had slowly developed into something more, something deep and meaningful. Something closely resembling love. She had helped you process how you felt, never judgmental, never pushy, but always lending a sympathetic ear to your rambles.

You nodded, unable to stop your sobs as you whispered, "She…she told me what… what I feel is wrong and… inappropriate."

"Oh, sweetheart! I am so, so sorry." She hugged you again, rocking you slightly, like you were but a baby, wailing in its mother's arms. "Love is never wrong, or inappropriate, although sometimes it might be misplaced. Your feelings are precious and beautiful, and the fact that they are not appreciated by her only means that she is not the right one for you. You deserve someone that would make you smile with the light of a thousand suns; you deserve someone that cherishes you, and cares for your well-being and that will wear your love like a badge of honor, the greatest of all prizes known to humankind. Someone that looks at you and sees a wonderful human being, so full of energy, and promise, and vitality. Someone that loves you as much as you do them, and then some more. You will find that person, I promise you. And then you’ll look back to this pain and see it was all part of the road that led you there."

You felt like her arms and her love were the only think keeping you from fracturing into a thousand small pieces right now, and you couldn’t help but thank the gods that had put Larissa Weems on your path.

"I don't know what I would do without you…mom," you mumbled in the softness of her dressing gown, and she took a sharp intake of breath, before she hugged you even closer, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. Even though she had acted like a parental figure for the whole time you had known each other – more than your birth parents did, even when you had only been one in many students here at Nevermore – you had never explicitly acknowledged the fact that you considered her your mother, and had done so for quite some time. You felt emotion running thick in her voice as she replied, "My baby, my precious darling. I'll be right here for you for as long as I live. I promise you you’ll never be alone in your pain while I’m here."

You ended up falling asleep on her, and when you woke up in the morning, head pounding and eyes feeling puffy and heavy, you were touched to see a woolen blanket carefully tucked around you. No matter the sorrow and the heartbreak, you had someone that loved you fiercely, someone that supported you in your decisions and carefully held you when the world seemed to be collapsing around you. You were blessed. You folded the blanket carefully, putting it on the back of the couch, before tip-tapping towards the door. There was no sound coming from Larissa’s bedroom, and the light filtering through the curtains had still the cold quality of the early morning. You didn't want to wake her up early, and you needed a hot shower to start to feel somewhat human again. You felt like you could face your quarters now, if not the rest of the world.

You closed the door behind you circumspectly, like a thief sneaking out of the crime scene, then turned towards your own door and promptly froze.

There, on your doorstep, unequivocally caught in the act of setting down a single purple hyacinth in front of your door, was Marilyn.

She turned towards you, so many emotions flitting over her face that it was impossible for you to understand any of them, before her eyes moved to the door you had just closed behind you and set into a stony gaze, her lips pressed together and turned downwards in an angry frown.

"I guess you didn't take my words too hard if you're sneaking out of her rooms at this hour." The sharp edge in her words caught you by surprise, even though you were now starting to suspect that you had no idea who Marilyn really was anymore. This angry, poisonous person was a stranger.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Was it a new development or is it just part of your contract? Do you assist her in taking off her clothes as well as with paperwork?" The venom in her voice, the dark, twisted taunting that coated her words made you bristle in anger. Not only was she here on your doorstep in the early hours of the morning after discarding your feelings like yesterday’s trash, but she had the nerve to snipe at you, too?

"Just what the fuck are you trying to imply here, Marilyn? Wasn't it enough for you to break my heart yesterday? What do you want now?" She had the nerve to scoff at you. "Break your heart, oh, please. Spare me the dramatics. I only gave you a good dose of reality, one that you apparently chose to ignore."

"Oh, it's that what it's called now? Reality? Calling what I feel wrong and…and inappropriate?" Even throwing back her words at her caused the familiar knot to climb back in your throat. It was too soon to be having this conversation. The wound was too fresh in your heart, and your mind was still reeling at this new, bitter doppelganger of the woman you were still irrevocably in love with, a woman you were beginning to think never existed in the first place.

But no matter the bitterness, you could see a trace of the old Marilyn – of your Marilyn –  in the way she passed her hand on her face, now looking more sad and tired than angry. Her voice had lost her edge too, as she murmured, "I'm sorry I was so harsh, believe it or not I do care for you. That’s why I’m trying to make you see things as they are. That principal Weems is encouraging you in this…this madness, it’s unacceptable. She's just manipulating you, don't you see?" You seethed. How dare she insult the one person who had made you feel accepted and valid and loved? Suddenly the tightness in your throat was gone, righteous anger coursing through you like a purifying fire. "Don't you even dare bring her into this. Larissa has always been there for me when I needed her the most. You trying to sabotage the only good thing that I have left in my life is what's really unacceptable here."

"But that’s precisely it! You are mistaking your gratitude for something else, and she takes advantage of it. She's just playing with you! And you are just too naive to understand it." You looked at her as if you were seeing her for the first time. Her jaw was clenched, as if she was the one in pain here, her eyes almost begging you to understand what she was telling you. Oh, you understood perfectly. For some twisted reason breaking your heart wasn’t enough for her, she wanted to drive a wedge between you and Larissa. She wanted you to be completely alone in the world. You let your eyes fall from her face, the anger that had enveloped you like a river of molten lava had now solidified in a block of icy stone as you focused on the purple flower she was clutching in her hand.

"It seems to me that the only one playing games with me here is you. You have been my secret admirer all this time, haven't you?" You asked, stressing the term mockingly. The way Marilyn’s head fell, hiding her face from your view was confession enough. And no matter how much you had hoped for this to be the case, it didn't bring you any joy now. It had all been part of an elaborate game, one that didn’t make any sense it its cruelty.

You made your way past her, almost shouldering her out of the way, before slotting in the key in your door. But you couldn't bring yourself to open and finish this conversation before asking the one question that was still burning through you in anguish.

"Why?" You whispered, leaning your head against the door, hoping to find some sort of strength in it.

"..." She seemed unable to find the words to answer. You turned to her again, all the anger long gone, and only sadness left in your voice. "Why did you do that, Marilyn? Leaving me those beautiful flowers, making my days brighter and colorful, and then taking the time to explain them to me, talking about love and devotion and shyness and all of that. Giving me hope, only to crush it when I finally got the courage to confess my love for you…I don't get it. What did you have to gain from it? Do you hate me so much that my pain is fun to you? I… I didn't think you were this sort of person, or I would have tried harder not to fall in love with you." And no matter how much you wanted your feelings to stop, you were still in love with her, you thought sadly, eyes travelling up her hunched figure, over her red hair and towards her face – now again fully visible – and to her eyes. Those eyes that seemed to be even bigger than they usually were, wide, mesmerizing pools of golden brown, alight with passion and a thunderstorm of feelings. You could now recognize surprise and disbelief, and something else that you couldn't quite put your finger on, something softer. And softer was the voice she spoke in, little more than a whisper, in fact: "It…was me? The older woman you meant…was me?"

"Of course it was you. Who else would it be?"

"I… I thought that you and Larissa…"

You couldn't help it, you physically recoiled at the thought, your back hitting the door behind you, painfully. "What? No! Larissa is like a mother to me! I do love her, but I'm not in love with her. That would be so wrong!"

"That's what I've said!"

"Wait." You felt like you were getting whiplash from all the confusing emotions surrounding you like a maelstrom. “You thought I was speaking about Larissa all this time?”

“You were talking about being in love with an older woman, and the two of you are always together, always teasing each other way more than it’s usual for a principal and their assistant… And you coming out of her rooms early in the morning, still in yesterday’s clothes, I thought…I thought…”

You felt like you could cry in relief, and at the same time bash your head against the wall in frustration. All this heartache because of a fucking misunderstanding? “Marilyn, were you jealous of Larissa? Is that what all of this is about?” You could see the blush rising up her neck towards her cheeks, and again she moved her gaze to her feet. You suddenly felt unstable on your feet, the door behind you holding you up and anchoring you to reality as your mangled heart seem to suddenly leap back to life, stuttering with hope.

“Marilyn, I am going to need a clear answer here. Do you have any romantic feelings for me?”

“I…I do.”

“Good. I do too.” The words came out hard, as you determinedly peeled yourself from your door and crossed the distance between you, your hand sneaking up to grab her lapel. Your eyes were level with each other, your breaths already mingling; you could smell spearmint mixing with her usual jasmine scent. “I am going to kiss you. Is it alright, Marilyn?” Your lips were but a sigh away from hers as she exhaled a Yes that you immediately swallowed, locking your lips together in desperation. It wasn’t a tender kiss at all, it was an eager battle for dominance, as you bit down on her lower lip, and her hands came up to the nape of your neck, tangling in your hair as the kiss deepened, your tongues tasting each other, exploring your mouths as if they held the answers to any question in the world. You distantly felt your back being pushed to the wall beside your door as your hand feverishly moved to her sides, pulling her flush against yourself. She moaned lightly into your mouth, her knee finding its way between your legs, pinning you in place. Not that you wanted to be anywhere else, especially as her lips left your own to travel to the side of your neck kissing, nipping and exploring the sensitive skin under your ear. You thought you might be losing your head, overwhelmed as you were by sensation, elation coursing through your veins mixed with desire. She hadn’t rejected you. She wanted you.

“What is the meaning of this?” A hard voice froze you both, and your dazed eyes traveled a little further up the corridor, meeting with the towering figure of Larissa Weems, standing in front of her open door, hands clenched into fists at her sides, protective fury blazing on her face as she looked at how Marilyn’s body was pressing on your own. A mother bear, ready to face any threat to protect her cubs. You could feel Marilyn’s swallow as she tried to put some distance between you two, but you kept her in place, refusing to let her out of your embrace.

“Uhm. Apparently, there was a misunderstanding yesterday. So uhm, this is us clearing it up…” You sheepishly tried to answer. It would be inconvenient for Marilyn to be sentenced to death by an angry Larissa defending your honor. Or heart, or whatever.  Your mother in all but blood looked at you, clearly unconvinced, but willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. “Very well. I however encourage you to continue this…discussion in the privacy of your rooms. This is a school, after all.”

You sheepishly nodded, and relinquished your hold on Marilyn as you both shuffled towards your door, under the severe gaze of Larissa. “Oh and by the way…” she added, as you were about to close the door. You stopped, a whisper of dread trickling down your back at the dangerous tone of her voice “…I expect you both for lunch in my quarters. It seems like we have things to talk about as a family.” How could she make something so sweet sound so scary? You swallowed, nodding your head in acquiescence. “We’ll be there, mom!”

As you closed the door and turned towards Marilyn’s petrified face, you couldn’t help it. You started chuckling, then slowly your chuckles grew in intensity, to become a full-out laughter at the absurdity at you morning so far. Marilyn watched you as you wheezed with unbridled mirth, your hands coming up to wipe away the tears that had started to accumulate at the corners of your eyes.

“I…I’m sorry,” you managed to choke through your hilarity, “this is just…” but you couldn’t even finish the sentence, new laughter bubbling through as soon as your eyes met her shocked features, that were slowly turning more and more towards a sort of sheepish frustration. “Not funny!” she grumbled, her cheeks bright red by now, letting herself fall dramatically on the couch. “It kinda is though,” you guffawed, “You got yourself in trouble with the in-laws with the first kiss!”

She groaned, picking up a cushion and burying her face in it “Oh God, I’ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life. She is gonna murder me.” You perched yourself in the small space between her body and the edge of the couch, prying the cushion from her hands and letting it fall to the side. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her kill you.” Her distraught face peered up at you, glasses fogged up, hair messily splayed around her in a fiery halo. The remains of your laughter evaporated, as you lost yourself in her beauty, a hand instinctually coming up to cup the side of her cheek. Time stretched, losing any meaning while you were deep in contemplation.

“You are so damn beautiful, Marilyn.” You whispered, drinking in all the details as if you needed to commit them to memory for all eternity. You almost held your breath in awe, your thumb delicately caressing her cheek, her nose, then slowly dragging over her lower lip. How could this be real? Maybe you were still asleep on Larissa’s couch, and this was just an elaborate and very vivid dream.

“Are…are you sure about it?” She inadvertently echoed your thoughts, her voice small and fragile and oh so hopeful. “About the fact that you are beautiful? Of course.” You jokingly answered, thumb still stroking her cheekbone tenderly. She pouted under your hand. “Not that. About this,” she lifted the hand from the back of the couch where it was abandoned, to gesticulate vaguely between you two, “about us.” You brought your other hand up to perfectly frame her face between your fingers. “I think…” you placed a butterfly kiss on her forehead over her bangs “…I would like to give us a try…” you kissed her right cheekbone, just under the rim of her glasses “…to go on dates with you…” the left cheekbone was next “…to cuddle with you as we watch movies together…” the tip of the nose “…and, if you like, to spend the nights making love to you.” You ended your speech placing a kiss on her lips, a sweet meeting of lips, a seal of your love.

“But…why? I’m just…me.”

“You is all I want, Marilyn. If you’ll have me.”

----- The End -----

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Hush Little Baby- Lady Lesso

In my world Tedros is not the oldest son of Arthur and this one-shot kind of remains outside of the movie and books plot.

Oh and Archer is King Arthur's son and if you've watched the show Merlin then do enjoy the comedy. _______________________

Lesso was sat in her office doing her favourite thing in the world, marking and paperwork, what a joy. After a long day of teaching and trying her absolute best to teach her students everything they could possibly need to know, she comes back to her office and has to do marking.

Lesso had been working her way through the stack of papers for about an hour or so now and still she had another to many more assessments to mark, the glamorous life of a teacher and Dean. 

Mid way through reading one of the assessments Lesso was taken out of her thoughts by the loud bang of her office door being swung open. No knocking, God these students become more impudent by the hour, Lesso thought as she got ready to throw the disturbance of a child out of her office, well that was until she looked up and saw who it was.

"Y/n?" Lesso's voice was slightly breathy as she held back the shouting speech she had prepared, soon the stack of student assessments were forgotten as Lesso walked over to her daughter who had made quite the entrance.

Lesso was going to scold her 15 year old for her lack of manners when entering her office but as the red headed Dean walked over to her daughter she heard the sound of sobs coming from her little girl.

Lesso was now quickly over to her daughter's side panicked as to what could be wrong and whether she was indeed crying or Lesso was just simply hearing things. Grasping her daughters chin under her palm she raised y/n head and saw that she was indeed crying and suddenly, the maternal instincts that Lesso both loved and hated began to kick in.

"What's wrong my little Love?" Lesso asked her daughter who continued to cry as y/n looked up at her mother with her sea blue green eyes welling up with tears.

Lesso began to bring her daughter into a tight embrace as she waited for her to answer and because y/n was yet to inherit her mother's height she stood significantly smaller, her head only reaching up to her mother's chest.

"It's Archer.... He..... He broke up with me," y/n attempted to form a sentence between her sobs but by voicing what had made her so upset had only caused her heart to break that little bit more.

Y/n and Archer had been dating for about a year now and it was safe to say that Lady Lesso did not approve in the slightest, not just because he was a Prince but because he was the son of that twit King Arthur and there were very few people Lesso despised more than that Dolophead of a king.

"I'm going to kill that arsehole," to say lesso was angry was an understatement, she was seething and all that was now on her mind was making that boy suffer every pain imaginable for hurting her little girl, if it weren't for y/n's next actions Lesso would have stormed out her office and made the tedious walk to the School for Good even with her bad leg.

"No mummy please don't!" Upon hearing her mother's words y/n spoke quickly knowing exactly what she was thinking and not wanting her to kill the Prince she had loved, "Please don't."

Lesso heard her daughters pleads but the fury within her was a hard flame to burn out and it was becoming to late to change her mind, she had already began to go through all the different ways she could torture that boy.

She could have him dangle from the Bridge connecting the two schools, wait no she could send a pack of rabid wolves after him or she could leave him dangling by his thumbs in the doom room. Oh decisions decisions but which one to choose.

"Mummy please stop plotting to kill him," Y/n grabbed onto her mother's hands to bring Lesso's attention back to her. She was heartbroken that he'd left her like that but she didn't want him to die for it, it wasn't worth it.

"I wasn't plotting to kill him," Lesso said but still the sly smile she wore on her face spoke volumes of what her mind was thinking, "I was only plotting to maim or seriously injure him," she then said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Mummy just stay with me please, it hurts to think about it all," Lesso could never refuse her daughter anything and even at the age that she was it still warmed her heart that y/n never stopped calling her mummy.

"Alright sweetheart," lesso's voice was gentle and soothing as she stroked her daughter's soft red locks and brought her over to her desk and sat down with y/n curled up on her lap. "I always did say he looked like a toad, even when you said he would turn into a handsome Prince, I knew no magic could ever make that happen."

Y/n still continued to have tears falling from her cheeks but at her mother's sarcastic comment she couldn't help but chuckle at her words.

"There, there," Lesso continued to soothe her daughter who remained curled up on her lap.

"Hush little baby."

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