marilyn thornhill x fem reader

coffee

True to her word, Miss Thornhill buys you a coffee.

And somehow, it's exactly how you like it. Sitting in the booth by the window of Weathervane, you widen your eyes in delight and shoot her an equal part confused, but happy, look as she sits down opposite you.

"How'd you know? This is like, exactly my order."

Marilyn simply shrugs, smirking behind her own take-out cup and winking. "Lucky guess."

You don't question it, humming at the taste and the warmth. Tucked away in your own little corner, a thought suddenly hits you. "Oh!" You perk up, taking the vial out of your blazer pocket and uncapping it, much to an amused Thornhill.

"I should take today's dose. Wait," You pause, sending a worried look to Marilyn. "Can I take these with food and drink?"

The other woman chuckles. "Of course, but remember-"

You grin. "Three drops. Got it."

Marilyn sends you a pleased look, and you carefully drop three drops of the liquid onto your tongue. You don't see her eager look, the way she tilts her head and watches your throat bob with hungry eyes. If you did, you were sure to blush.

It's tangy, and a little bitter, you pout at it not tasting like sugar because of the glittery sheen.

"Sorry," Miss Thornhill winces. "The taste is a little...unforgiving."

You swallow, washing it down with a sip of your coffee. "S'Okay," You shrug, becoming a little shy under her watchful gaze. You play with a ring on your hand nervously. "I don't think you realise how much it means to me. You know, helping me with shifting."

Marilyn smiles, leaning a little closer and on her forearms atop the table. "I just hope it works," She says softly, gaze understanding. "And if it doesn't, we'll figure something else out, okay?"

You smile back, nod, and flush under her warm gaze. "Yeah." You breathe out, getting lost in those deep eyes, how they command you so easily you're weak to anything the other woman could say.

You've come to realise, you're pliable when she looks to you.

Being shocked out of your thoughts, a voice pierces the moment.

"Oh, hey Miss Thornhill."

You look up at the same time Marilyn does, and frown in question at the lanky boy in front of you serving drinks. He looks around your age, maybe slightly younger, but through your confusion you still smile kindly when he glances at you.

"Tyler," Marilyn says, fake politeness tinging her words. You shoot her a confused look at the tone. "Goodmorning."

Just as you're about to introduce yourself, the boy, Tyler, you correct, smiles at you with recognition. He gestures to you with is hands full of coffee. "You're the new girl, yeah? At Nevermore?"

You press your lips into a polite smile, nodding. "That's me." Great, am I still somehow the talk of the town?

"Cool," He says. "I'm friends with Wednesday? Addams?"

Your expression eases from awkwardness, to a smile. "Oh, no way? I'll tell her you said hey."

He brightens. "Thanks!"

"Sorry to cut this short," Miss Thornhill's voice interrupts them, and before you can blink she's standing, grabbing her coat and drink with a pressed smile. "But class starts in five minutes." The other woman sends you a pointed look, raised eyebrow, and you instantly obey.