and here we have folks, the very picture of two overworked parents who hadn't gotten cracked for days and the most hardheaded kid in school (who is somehow also their kid's only 'friend') getting his butt kicked in front of them
Farah Dowling x Fem!Reader | Rating M/E | WC: ~3200?
Summary: The Winx want to make a party, they need to hijack something in Farah’s office, the herbology teacher is crushing on Farah and Farah is definitely not inmune to her charm. Stella makes cool dresses and apparently glitter vodka exists, also cousins are a delightful annoyance to have sometimes.
The girls' voices echoed as the door closed behind you, you turned around.
"Now, Miss Dowling..." Farah grabbed your hips and pulled you close, lips ghosting over yours.
"Yes, professor?"
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You should have known, you should have! Nothing good ever came from your cousin looking for you with pleading puppy eyes, even less when she was with her cousin and the blonde princess.
"There is no way, Flora." You closed the book over your desk, pushing your glasses up onto your head. She crossed her hands together and practically begged you. "No, mi vida. You lot are crazy"
"It's just a tiny bit of a distraction" added Stella. "It's harmless"
"You want my help to break into Dowling's office, to hijack Alfea's magic surveillance system to be able to throw a party in the woods. Did I miss anything?"
The three girls looked at each other quite sheepishly. "Bien, tell me then how this is harmless?" You rested back against your chair, folding your hands neatly and looking up at them.
"It's our senior year's first party?" Offered Flora. "We have the moral duty to withstand a long kept tradition, even more so after the chaos of last year's attacks" She should be a lawyer... at this rate in a couple years and with all that talking she could convince a fish they needed rollerskates.
"No." You stood up, and walked to the door of your classroom, a headache slowly building between your brows. "I will not participate in your shenanigans"
"Come on!" Begged Terra. "If you don't we'll tell Aunt Farah you kissed Uncle Saul" You turned around at that.
"I did not kiss Saul!" You laughed.
"She wouldn't know that," claimed Stella, already extending her hand for a shake. You took a deep breath. They were 16, they were just trying to party, they were just doing it for the thrill of it.
"Besides, why would she care?" You huffed, looking at them funny.
