#Larissa x gn reader

[v3nusxsky]

Can I request a Larissa weems x genderfluid reader.

R is also a shape shifter and ends up screwing Larissa on one of their masc days however neither of them realise that r can get Larissa pregnant. So a couple months later when Larissa starts getting morning sickness it leads to an oh shit moment between the two and they both start freaking out about knowing nothing about kids. Marilyn finds them freaking out and reminds them that their both idiots cause they've dedicated their lives to teaching/guiding outcast children and have been acting parents to them for years.

Hey my dear anon! I tried my best with this please let me know if something doesn’t fit the gn r role. It’s my first time writing for that and I don’t have much experience but I’m hoping my research has helped some.

Could we be mothers

*Authors note~ this is my first attempt at a fic like this so please let me know if there's anyways I could improve for the future also would like to dedicate this to my favourite couple who helped me to accept myself. for who I am and wish their newborn daughter E.R.H on the 5•03•23! A very happy welcome to the world little one <3 she’s absolutely gorgeous and a sign that anyone can be a parent as long as they have love and care in their hearts*

Trigger warnings~ pregnancy wlw pregnancy ?mentions of smutt

Prompt~ see the ask^^

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Gender always seemed like a funny concept to you. One you had battled with for so many years. Yet not only did you have to battle with accepting yourself, you had to battle with the acceptance of others. Ultimately that was the worst part. Knowing not everyone would accept you for yourself was ultimately heartbreaking. You spent years being misgendered and called some of the most hateful names by some of the people who were meant to love and care for you the most.

That's why when you met the goddess of a women that was Larissa Weems, you felt as if the lords above had blessed you with your very own angel. Someone to love, hold and cherish you for who you truly were. Larissa will always be a dream come true for you. She loved you like no other ever had. You were learning what you should've learned years ago, what love actually felt like. Your ability and your gender were just two of the reasons you had been through hell and back. The fact that Larissa was also a shape shifter took that fear away. Then she was the most accepting over your gender, even helping you pick out some more masculine looking clothes for the days you didn't feel comfortable in your body.

Your relationship with Larissa is quite simply amazing, in every single aspect, the fact you could shift parts of your body made certain aspects of the relationship so much more interesting. It allows you to feel everything just as a typical cis man would. That made it even more special knowing you were both able to enjoy the act. Plus you didn't have to worry about pregnancy. That's a win win right? Well that's what you thought.

Larissa had called you into the bathroom sounding absolutely terrified, instantly you were up and racing to join her. She had curled herself up into a ball against the wall, head resting on her knees as she sobbed quietly. Something was wrong. "Ris?" You murmured taking in the scene in front of you. All she did was hand you a little white test. A test? You glanced down at the test, it had two blue lines. Immediately your brain recognised what was happening. But it can't? Surly? How could this happen? I mean you knew how but how exactly.

You made your way to gather Larissa in your arms, externally seeming calm and collected but internally you were freaking out. Could you be a parent? A mom? Or dad? What would you even prefer to be? Larissa would be a stunning mother, you knew that. You saw how she doted on the students, loving and supporting them every day. But you? How could you be a good parent when you had no experience in the matter. Your own childhood wasn't a great one, could you be any different?

What did a baby even need? Would you hold it correctly? What if it was a boy? How would you explain things typically a father would? Neither of you had any experience with babies. Both having your own set of challenges, yet this child would be yours and Larissa's. They would be absolutely stunning you knew that. There was no doubt they would be the most perfect baby to ever exist and oh so loved. But sometimes loving someone means letting them go. If you didn't feel like you could be a good parent then why would you subject an innocent child to an inadequate parent?

Little did you know Larissa was having similar thoughts and the thoughts of guilt. Would you stay with her? Would you be mad? Would you blame her? Or worse would you think she had cheated? Obviously you would never assume that, you knew how much she loves you. You lost count of how long you sat together, holding each other and reassuring the other that you weren't mad or leaving.

Marilyn had been searching for Larissa, school related issue, yet she seemed to come up empty handed so made her way to your private quarters. Neither of you had heard her entrance to the room and she didn't call out, absolutely stuck in your own world. It was a gasp that drew your attention, Marilyn stood with a big smile, spotting the little white test. You glanced between her and Larissa and shook your head in a silent cue. Marilyn understood instantly that you were both doubting yourself and abilities. She instantly began showering you with praises and kind words. Truly she knew you both would be amazing parents to this little one.

"Y/n, Larissa, this baby will be so loved you don't have to worry, I see you both with the students here. You love, support and cherish them. Many of the students view you as chosen family. And I know that because they have told me. In fact a few have even slipped calling you mum or dad when referring to you. And having a little one of your own, both of you, will be the most precious gift. So how about we stand up wipe our tears so I can congratulate two of the most amazing friends I have." Her tone leaving no room for argument and you couldn't help but laugh pulling Larissa to her feet gently. You both really were being silly, of course you would be amazing parents and this baby would be so very loved. You would stand by Larissa every day and raise your baby together in a home, well school, filled with love.

Word count ~ 1129

[dianneking]

Dangerous Games - Larissa/GN!Reader

Reader declares that jealousy doesn’t apply to them. Larissa takes it upon herself to prove a point. Will she take it too far?

TW: Explicit sexual situations, explicit language, swearing, angst, jealousy, non-exclusive relationship, mentions of love bites and bruising, emotional manipulation.

Reader has no specified gender. 

Crossposted on AO3.

Dangerous Games

Wordcount: 4378

"What do you mean, you don't believe in jealousy?" Larissa scoffed from where she was lounging on her bed gloriously naked, as you kept putting your clothes back on.

You had a sort of arrangement going on. A purely physical, no strings attached kind of arrangement: when the stress of managing and teaching a school full of teenagers with paranormal abilities got too much, either of you would call for a meeting. You would rant to each other about your frustrations, until words left the floor to frantic kissing, hands exploring each other's bodies, items of clothing flying across the room. Sometimes you made it to Larissa’s custom-built canopy bed, sometimes only to her desk. Sometimes she had you pinned to the door, a hand finding its way to the fly of your jeans, as she rutted against your thigh.

It was tawdry, it was dirty, it was highly unprofessional. It was also extremely hot. Even when you were in staff meetings that ran too long you could feel the tension building between you two, measured in stares, in the brush of your fingers against hers as you passed her some papers, in the apparently casual touch of her foot against your calves. Neither you nor she went out of your way to talk about it too much, not wanting to put a label on it that would force you to face the connection that the two of you felt for each other. As if by talking about it you would jinx it somehow.

"I think jealousy is overrated. Either you are in an exclusive relationship with someone, and you should be able to trust them not to cheat on you, or you are non-exclusive, and whomever they sleep with is none of your business. Simple as that."

"You make it sound so cold and calculated. But jealousy is illogical, darling, it’s pure unadulterated fire that burns you from within. You cannot think your way around it when you feel it. You cannot rationalize it." She sounded patronizing, as if you were but a kid who didn’t know the way of the world yet. You shrugged, not showing how that tone bothered you, reminding you of the age gap between you, just another reason why you could never aspire to have something more with this amazing woman. "I guess I've never felt it then. Or maybe it doesn't work on me."

“One day, darling, you’ll feel it too.” She promised, vague and menacing like a soothsayer.

“I guess I might. Sleep well, Larissa, I’ll see you around.” As always, you didn’t turn back when you left her room, too afraid she might be able to read on your face the longing to just stay there with her until morning.

*

You stopped in front of the teacher’s lounge, your hand already on the handle, dead in your tracks as you heard the raised voices inside. It was unusual for Larissa to be found here unless there was a meeting, she usually preferred to spend time in her study. You tried to listen in, trying to understand what was going on before barging in.

“I told you, Larissa, no.”

“Oh, don’t be so uptight, Vlad. It’s all in good fun.”

“No, it’s not. It’s unprofessional, and borderline immoral too.”

“Aw, come on, Vlad. Just the one time…who knows, maybe you’ll end up enjoying it too.”

Well. That was more than unusual. You knew that lilting, suggestive tone well, but had never heard it outside of your own meetings with Larissa.

“Hello there!”

You saw Marilyn coming up from the other side of the hallway, smiling as always, blissfully oblivious to the exchange going on into the teacher’s lounge, and you couldn’t lurk in front of the door any longer. You opened the door, and strode in, holding it open for the redhead, while your eyes fell on the two whose conversation you were interrupting. Larissa was looming over Vlad, invading his personal space,  having backed him up against the bookshelf on the far end of the lounge. His hands were up, as if trying to fend her off, while one of hers was directly beside his head, holding onto one of the shelves and half-blocking him in. Like a deer in the headlights, Vlad’s eyes darted to you and Marilyn, who candidly asked, “Is everything alright?”

The fencing coach unfroze at that, and without bothering to respond, he dashed away from his compromising position and towards the door, followed by Larissa’s voice calling after him: “When you change your mind, you know where my quarters are, Vlad!”

 Clearly, he had changed his mind at some point because when you were coming back from your usual morning run the next day, you saw him slinking out of Larissa’s rooms, still in yesterday’s rumpled clothes, his normally tidy hair sticking up in every direction. Bed hair. He looked at you, sending you a sheepish smile in lieu of a greeting, as he shrugged in a ‘What could I do?’ way.

You didn’t blame him. It was hard to say no to Larissa when she wanted something, you had some first-hand experience with that. Did they fuck all through the night, or had he been allowed to sleep there? You had never dared to ask to spend the night. You had assumed she wouldn’t want you to, it would have been part of that putting a label on whatever you had going on. And she for sure had never thought to ask. Or maybe she simply had someone else to fulfil that need.

*

It couldn’t have been Vlad, you thought as you studied the bite mark on Larissa’s thigh, while she was squirming and panting on her chair, three of your fingers knuckle-deep into her, curling up to stroke her just in the right place. Vlad was a vampire, and the imprints his canines would leave were quite different from the ones you could see from your vantage point, kneeling between Larissa’s long legs, as your tongue ran along the milky expanses, marred with bruises you surely didn’t leave.

She had yet another lover, then. You swallowed around the realization, unsure on how to properly wrap your mind around it. You were spared for the moment, as her hand came to tangle in your hair, guiding your mouth back to her folds, back to pleasuring her. You buried yourself into her, trying to lose any semblance of rational thought in her inebriating taste.

*

It felt like once you started seeing the hints, they just kept popping out more and more. The librarian’s soft blush as Larissa gave her shoulder a squeeze and left her hand there for a while, as she congratulated her on the success of her book club. The Lycan Studies teacher’s glassy eyes as the principal leaned into his personal space, asking him if he could please go into more detail about his changes to the curriculum about werewolf mating habits, such a fascinating topic. Lingering glances, casual touches that you had never given any relevance to suddenly took on deeper meaning.

Even the school nurse wasn’t allowed medical neutrality, apparently. You had the dubious pleasure of discovering this as you were accompanying a young gorgon who had managed to stone his right arm from the shoulder down in an attempt to avoid a surprise quiz (it hadn’t worked, as he still had his left hand to type with).

“I never knew you had such a passion for red wine, Mx Lin, you’ll have to drop by my office sometime or another, so you can sample the best I have to offer.”

“Oh, well Principal, I hardly think that–”

“I insist. Drinking them all alone by myself would be such a waste…some things are meant to be enjoyed in company.”

You irritatedly cleared your throat. Flirting was all fun and everything, but some things were best kept away from the students. While the nurse had the decency to look sheepish, Larissa looked down at you, unrepentant, a predatory smirk gracing her crimson lips as she let her eyes roam over your stiff body.

*

It had been the longest week of your life. A week piled up with evidence that pointed all in one direction, towards a flashing neon sign that you were trying your best to still ignore. But all illusions have to break at some point when confronted with reality.

Apparently, your breaking point was the resident normie botanist.

“Marilyn?”

“Oh hi, there! I didn’t know Larissa had another meeting after ours! She really goes hard at it, doesn’t she?”

“I…I’m sorry?”

“I mean, it’s a Friday night and she has one-on-one meetings with the both of us back to back…she sure can be intense, can’t she?”

“I’m sure she can…”

“Well, I’ll be off! Don’t let her tie you up for the whole evening, it is Friday after all!” She waved at you and left, skipping down the hallway, oblivious to your sputtering, or maybe ignoring it willingly, as you tried to ascertain whether she was being suggestive on purpose or if it was your mind that went straight to the gutter. Unable – or maybe unwilling – to solve that specific mystery, you knocked lightly on Larissa’s door to announce your presence, and pushed the door open without waiting for her reply.

The office was partly plunged in the shadows, the main source of light being the flickering flames of the fire, and a couple of small lamps scattered across the room. It wasn’t the sort of ambience you would have at the end of a business meeting. It felt cozy, intimate, more suited to a rendezvous of different nature than discussing lectures and school funds for greenhouses.

Was Marilyn yet another of Larissa’s seemingly endless string of lovers? The bubbly redhead that skipped down the corridors muttering country songs to herself? That Marilyn, who always looked like the epitome of the oblivious virgin? What did she have to offer to someone like Larissa? Was it some sort of sick corruption fantasy?

Your eyes sought the familiar figure of your boss and found her using the glass of her window as a mirror as she fixed her hair. She had probably messed it up running her own hands through it, while going over the paperwork, it didn't have to mean anything. You let your gaze drop to her wrinkled pencil skirt, it could have been due to a long day of sitting at the desk. Even within your own mind you didn’t know why you kept trying to make up excuses, but when she turned towards you, a sultry smile on her face and a greeting on her lips, you couldn’t help but stare transfixed at her mouth as you slowly made her way towards her, as if sleepwalking.

Beside her bottom lip, there was a smudge of lipstick.

In a different color to the one she was wearing.

A color matching Marilyn’s coral pink.

“Are you alright darling?”

You ignored her question as well as the moniker, simply advancing towards her like an unstoppable wave. You walked right into her space and lifted a hand to her face.

“You…” Your voice felt rough, dry. As if you had forgotten how to speak. You cradled her cheek in your hand, an unexpected jolt of pain coursing though you when she leaned into your touch, her long lashes fluttering closed for a second as if unconsciously relishing in the contact with you. She was such a good actress, no wonder so many of you had fallen into her lure.

“You have a smudge here.” You tracked the pad of your thumb against it, removing the proof. You searched her gaze, unsure and possibly afraid of what you’d find there. She held your stare, no trace of guilt and regret in her eyes, but a weird questioning intensity, as if she herself was searching for something in you, and not finding it. Maybe she was looking for whatever she found in all of her other lovers. Or maybe they didn’t have it, either, always coming up short to Larissa Weems’ high standards.

"Jesus, Larissa. I get it that you are the principal and so you’re good at multitasking, but you sure need to worry about crowd control in here." You tried to sound light and teasing about it, but your joke fell flat, weighted down by the vein of bitterness in your voice.

"Whatever could you possibly mean by that?" The intensity in her gaze was suddenly gone, supplanted by a flirty playfulness in her voice that rubbed you the wrong way. You wondered if she used the same tone with them as well. Did she tailor her flirting to whomever was in her clutches at the time, or she was always like this, and all of you simply had a thing for your hot, tall, domineering boss?

Not that you could be one to talk. The minute she had flirted with you the first time around, you had been completely captivated by her, ecstatic at the chance you had been offered. That fumbling first time together had been one of your most treasured memories until this day, but it was somehow turning sour as you thought about it now.

"How many?"

"I'm sorry?"

"How many people have you fucked in Nevermore? The whole staff? Maybe one or two students of age, too? I hope you still have the morals to leave the minors be."

"There's no need to be crass, darling. One might think you are being jealous."

The word hit you like a slap and you took a step back, away from her. Was that the reason for the roiling pit of resentment at the bottom of your stomach? It couldn't be. It was just disappointment. You honestly thought that what you two had was somewhat special, even if purely physical. Instead, you had found out that you were just one of many. Another bed warmer in the principal’s collection.

"Of course I'm not." You answered, mechanically.

"You say it, but somehow I don't believe you."

"I mean it though. I don't have any claim on you, Larissa. You made it pretty evident in the past week."

She looked like she was getting angry with this conversation, her hand gripping the back of her chair until her knuckles were white. "Is that so? Then why should you care how many people I choose to sleep with?"

"I don't! I just…want to know whether it meant at least something to you, or if I'm just another fucking notch on your bedpost."

"You know…" she prowled closer, and this time you couldn’t move away, frozen to the spot as she bent her head and started to kiss the side of your neck. Her perfume enveloped your senses, making you lightheaded, while her hands played with the hem of your shirt, slipping under it, grazing the side of your torso, cold against your almost feverish skin. You were already beginning to give in, throwing your head back to give her better access to your throat, to suck on it, leaving a necklace of bruises as she often did (you always had to wear turtlenecks for a few days after one of your meetings with her, and she seemed to take great pleasure in that).

But this time she ignored your exposed neck, choosing to let her lips ghost across yours, so that when she spoke again, you could feel her breath on you. "You can admit that you were wrong. That you are jealous after all. That seeing me with someone else makes you want to scream from the rooftops that you want me to be yours and yours alone…Your little secret would be safe with me." She closed the distance between your mouths, pressing her lips to yours in a hard, unyielding kiss, her tongue immediately trying to gain entrance to spar with yours.

The same mouth, lips and tongue who had been ravishing Marilyn not five minutes ago, if you could put two and two together. And that sum was suddenly too much for you.

You felt like a vat of burning tar had been poured inside of you. Heavy, and scorching hot. “Jealousy is illogical, darling, it’s pure unadulterated fire that burns you from within.” Her own voice resonated in your brain, mocking, patronizing, like that day when apparently everything had started to go wrong.

“You can admit that you were wrong.” You felt yourself go rigid as your mind caught up to your emotions. You had been had. You were jealous. The mere thought of Larissa being in this same position with countless other people filled you with indescribable rage. And she knew it, and did it on purpose. That was probably the most painful aspect of it all: the realization that it had been nothing but a game to her.

Suddenly you felt just sad, dirty, and used. Whatever connection you had deluded yourself into thinking the two of you had, was obviously just a bit of fun to Larissa. Something that could be thrown to the side to prove her point in a debate you had almost forgotten about.

Expendable. Like a pet that started misbehaving and was unceremoniously dropped in front of a shelter.

You pushed her away, your eyes filling with tears of rage and disappointment. She even had the audacity to look at you with a surprised expression, as if you detaching yourself from her irresistible lips was the last thing she imagined could happen. Like you were there just to do her bidding. Another one of her malleable playthings. One she could manipulate into feeling whatever she wanted to, to appease her ego.

“Fuck you, Larissa.” The sentence came out angry, curt and it didn’t make you feel any better.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Fuck you. I’m done here. You can go shag some other fucktoy from your collection when you’re in the mood.”

You turned on your heel, leaving her warmth behind as you crossed the room to the door in short, agitated steps.

She caught up with you as you were fighting against the lock, and held the door closed, leaning against it with one hand, the other roughly grabbing your shoulder to turn you around.

"Let me out."

You took in her face, still beautiful even when hardened by anger. Her voice was low and menacing as she spoke to you: "If you think for one second that you can just insult me and leave, you have vastly misunderstood me, darling."

"Yeah well, I'm starting to realize as well that I misunderstood you."

"Is that it? How so?"

You felt tears coming back to your eyes, and you looked away from her, towards your feet, trying not to show her your hurt. A pointless endeavor, really, because you were sure it filtered into the words you spoke next.

"I thought you were a kind, strong person. Someone who put the good of Nevermore before anything else, even your personal life. And I accepted it, admired it even. That's why I never asked you more than what we had – she already has her hands full with all her duties, I thought, a relationship that goes beyond the purely physical level is clearly not what she wants."

You scoffed, and it came out as more of a sob than anything else.

"Of course, I didn't realize that your hands were full because they were down any pants you could find… more fool me I guess, to think that what we had was something more than another roll in the hay for you."

"You…wanted to make it something more?" the disbelief coming from her voice piled more pain on your poor abused heart.

"Ridiculous, right? To think that I truly and well fell for you, how pitiful. At least I know you won't be left alone to take care of your frustrations if I leave our little arrangement."

"Darling, I…"

"You made it pretty obvious that I don't mean jack shit to you, so if you please let me out, I'd appreciate it."

"It was not real."

"Yeah, I realized it as well. Spare me the pity."

"No, that's not what I meant!"

"Then what on Earth did you mean, Larissa? I'm not following anymore."

"I… I just wanted to prove you wrong. To make you admit that you are jealous. Of me."

"Yeah, I gathered as much. Congratulations, you've won. You've also fucked me up and broke my heart while you were at it, but that's not something you care about, do you?"

"That was never my intention, none of it was real."

"You keep saying that, and I get that you don't think twice about sleeping around, but we're all real people, with real emotions. Someone was bound to get hurt at some point. That someone was me, just my luck."

"I've never slept with anyone else." She murmured this, as if it was a confession, and you couldn't help the strangled laugh that fell from your lips. "Unbelievable. You're just…” You rubbed your hands on your face, your incredulity at the sheer nerve of her making it hard to put into words. “God, Larissa, gaslighting might have worked if you hadn't given me time and time again proof of your activities. Wasn't it the point of this little game of yours? To let me see that you have just as much fun with all the others?"

"I know how it seems, but I never did anything with them. I…used my powers so it would look like I did."

"You really expect me to believe that?"

You looked up at her, disbelief written plainly on your face. Why couldn’t she just let you go? There was nothing you could offer that she couldn’t find in all the others, so what was the point of this whole production?

"It's the truth. I did nothing more than flirt with other people. I shifted the love bites and the lipstick on myself."

"What about Vlad?"

"I was trying to convince me to help with this ruse. He refused.”

"Larissa, I saw him coming out of your rooms one morning."

"I know. It was me."

You let yourself slowly slide along the door until you were sitting on the floor, hiding your face in your hands. You really didn’t know what to think now. Was she being serious, or was this another elaborate plot?

"You have a lot of issues woman."

"I know. I said I was sorry."

"Actually no, you didn't."

"I'm saying it now, then. I am truly sorry, darling. I fucked everything up to prove a point."

"You really did."

The conversation, the whole week was spinning before your closed eyes, as you tried to make any sense of it, and of what it all meant. Was it really just an illusion? And even if it was, where did this leave you? You had confessed your feelings for her, there was no way you could now go back to the no-strings-attached dalliance you had before. And you didn’t want to, either.

You felt the warmth from her body seep into yours as she sat beside you, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder. Your traitorous heart leapt in your chest, beating faster just because of that little touch. Oh, the hold this woman still had on you. It was unfair. You wished that you could instantly turn all of your feelings for her to hatred instead. That would make this all easier to go through. If you hated her, you could leave this room and never come back except in a professional setting.

What would that even look like? To set your eyes on Principal Weems and just feel resentment for her, until it dulled into nothingness, leaving behind only the memory of feelings. To listen to her talk during meetings and not be captivated by her smooth, melodious voice. To hate the way her lips quirked up when something went her way.

You couldn’t even imagine it, so in love you were with her, still.

“Is there…is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“Larissa,” it came out tiredly, you were   “Are you already trying to get back in my pants?”

“No! I meant… I am sorry, and I do care about you, and what we have.”

“I…I’m not sure I can trust you enough right now. I am afraid I wouldn’t be able to go back to whatever we had before. I…I don’t think I could take it.”

“Can I take you on a date?”

“What?” The question came out strangled, disbelieving. Never in your wildest fantasies you had dared to dream Principal Larissa Weems would be asking you out. It just wasn’t how the real world worked. “Is this another kind of game? Because I told you I’ve fallen for you?”

“I…I didn’t think you’d want to have anything more with me. That was why it made me so angry when you said you weren’t jealous. I thought it meant you didn’t care. I wanted you to care. About me.”

“Larissa, I’ve been head over heels for you for ages. You never hinted that you wanted anything more. I don’t want your pity.”

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured to agree. I am your boss, I didn’t want you to feel like you had to. It is one thing to release some tension together, I didn’t think you’d want to…be seen with me.”

She dropped her gaze to the ground as she said this, and she suddenly didn’t look like the confident principal you were used to seeing. She looked afraid and lonely and small. You brought your hand to her chin, lifting it so that her eyes could meet your own.

“Larissa, there’s nothing in the world I would love more than to date you. But if we want to make it work, we both need to talk to each other, okay? No more games, no more assumptions. Deal?”

Her incredulous smile lit up her whole face, as her mesmerizing eyes once again searched yours, and sparkled with joy at finally finding there what they were looking for.

“Deal.”

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

hey sorry if this doesn’t interest u feel free to ignore but i had a request i was wondering if you could do one with larissa x reader where the reader can get really overwhelmed easily so when things don’t do their way or maybe a really rowdy classroom the reader just freaks out so they go to larissa and just cry in her lap and she comforts the reader. i just really need a hug from my favourite principal anyways again feel free to ignore i hope u have a wonderful day or night :)

Hi hi hi anon!! Thank your for interacting and sending in this request! I would absolutely love to write this for you 🥰Have a lovely day. Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Finally Seen ~Motherly!Larissa Weems xGN Student!Reader

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Warnings: Fluff, Anxiety attack, anxiety, overstimulation, sense of overwhelming, little Angst, age gap(all legal), comfort fic, physical affection, hugging, etc.

Enjoy (:

The minute you had stepped into your third period class, you could feel the overstimulation in the air. You already had high anxiety this morning, and this class was by far the worst for your anxiety…

You sat down at a desk with an anxious pit in your stomache, and class begun. You always sat in the back, out of sight and out of mind.

Even though all you wanted was for once, someone to notice you weren’t okay…

A group of werewolf boys were always roudy in this class, and the teacher was always yelling at them to settle down. Then there were the whispers and gossip train of the vampires on the other end of the classroom. Plus the lesson being taught which you had to pay attention you. It all just got worse and worse as the minutes slowly went by.

Your heart was in your throat, your fists were clenched tightly and were white. You had given up on any note taking. You were just trying to focus on even breathing and not combusting in front of the whole class. It was all too much. Too overwhelming.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened. Your breath hitched slightly as Principal Weems walked in. She went over to your teacher and whispered a few things before going to exit again. But before she left, she turned around and scanned the rows of students. You gulped as her gaze lingered on you for what felt like longer than normal.

Save me…

You thought.

“Miss L/N, could I speak to you out in the hall for a moment?” Principal Weems’ voice echoed you back to reality.

You gulped again and clumsily made your way across the classroom and outside into the hall. Once Ms. Weems had closed the door, she her gaze met your frame. You couldn’t do anything but look at the ground.

“Miss L/N, are you quite alright…? You look pale…” the woman concerningly asked.

No, I’m not alright!!

“Yea im Fine” you mumbled, lying through your teeth.

Please see through me! Please see me!!

Principal Weems hummed in recognition of your words and paused for a moment. She then bent down to your level, and directed your chin with her hand, so that your gaze finally met hers.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem fine, love…” she gently pushed.

Your lip trembled slightly. And your eyes were frantic as tears started to well up in them.

“I… no… I’m not I’m sorry…” you choked out, screwing your eyes shit tight for fear of her rejection.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Darling. Would you accompany back to my office for a cup of tea?”

You blinked multiple times as your teary eyes finally looked back at the principal. Her face was filled with concern and care. Her eyes were soft and loving, not professional and stern anymore. You gulped and nodded. The woman then smiled and nodded, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly, as she led you to her office.

“M-my stuff…?” You squeaked out, as she was opening the door to her office.

“I will have my assistant go get your things. No need to worry, love…” She reassured you.

The woman placed you on her sofa by the fire, and then she quickly brewed two cups of tea, returning to you, and hanging you a cup.

“Thank you, Principal Weems…” you whispered, as she sat down a couple feet apart from you on the other end of the sofa.

The blonde hummed and nodded, “You can call me Larissa when we’re alone if you like.”

You sucked in a breath, still quite anxious, and nodded. You took a sip of your tea.

“Would you like to talk about it…?”

Suddenly, your tears were back. They welled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. You set your tea aside to frantically wipe your tears away. Larissa quickly set her cup down as well, coming over to you and rubbing your back reassuringly.

Her touch felt nice…

“It’s just… It gets too much for me… sometimes… and I… N-no one has ever noticed…” you choked out through your silent tears.

“I understand. I used to get anxiety attacks in my student years as well. You’re not alone, love…” the blonde softly comforted you.

You leaned into the woman’s touch, ending up with your head against her chest, and your tears staining her dress. You started to pull back, but the woman stopped you.

“It’s okay, Darling…” Larissa said as if she knew exactly what you were asking for.

She then guided you to lay across her, fully on her lap, as she continued to stroke your back. Your shuddery, short breaths started to slowly even out. The woman let you talk and vent as long as you needed, until eventually you were calmed down.

Your things had been dropped off at your dorm she told you. And she said for you to take the rest to the day off. As Larissa led you out of her office, you wrapped your arms around the tall woman, hugging her. Stunned for a second but quick to melt into the embrace, the principal comforted you with her embrace. She then reminded you that her door was always open, before sending you on your way.

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Shapeshifters

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warning: not much...

Story type: multiple chapters

[A/n]: As you can see, I got over with my writer's block for Wednesday, and I am glad because some of these stories have been warming my drafts for months now. Anyway enjoy this continuation of Shapeshifters!

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previous chapter

Shapeshifters — were hunted down by people who were envious of their power. They made up stories and marked shapeshifters as criminals. Thousands of shapeshifters are getting killed day by day. Until it's only Hundreds of them left in hiding.

As you two escaped from Enid and Ajax, Wednesday asked you about Jericho's. You told her little stuff about Jericho's, how there are no taxis around, and that the next station would be 30 mins away. Then there was complete silence between the two of you, but there's been a question lingering in her mind.

"How did you end up on that balcony?"

That made you stop walking. This made you realize she hasn't read your books or even knows anything about you. Honestly speaking, ever since you published your books, only countable numbers of Shapeshifters came out of their hiding, but their identity is still unknown to the world. Your books? They only have your initials. How did Enid know that they are your books? Probably from your mother—Principal Weems. She tends to brag about your books to students at Nevermore.

"How do you think I got up there?" You tilt your head to the side.

"I have a lot of theories, but the fact that you called Principal Weems your 'Mother', there is a chance you got her genes." Her face unfazed.

"Principal Weems isn't my biological parent. My parents died when I turned 14, but I have been with her since I was five."

Wednesday turned to you, staring at you, to elaborate on the topic.

"My parents left me at Nevermore Academy when I was five. They were friends with Principal Weems. In those times, it was hard to travel with a child who had just mastered their powers. There are always slip-ups, and they can't afford that. It will only bring harm to them and mostly to me." You turned your face away from her.

"An endangered species." She stated.

You snorted. "You could say that. I don't think there is more left of us. A lot of them are dead, and some of them are hiding pretty well."

You looked at your clock. You still need to go to the library for some research. You finally faced Wednesday.

"How about a little game? Try to find out what I am, and I'll help you escape from this educational penitentiary. What'd you say?" You try sound convincing.

Wednesday gave it a second thought, but she have you a single nod as a signal, she's in.

"Oh. By the way, you aren't allowed to ask anyone. It's not like they would know. Good day, Addams." You called after her when you hurried away in the direction of the library.

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When you arrived at the library, you went through all the shelves filled with books, but none of them looked like the book that you were looking for. Then you suddenly remembered about the section that you weren't allowed to go in as a child. Only teachers were allowed to enter. Sure, the section was difficult to find for someone who hasn't been to Nevermore, but you grew up here, so you knew all the secret doors and passages. It didn't take long for you to find the hidden section. You shifted as a teacher and entered it.

You were welcomed by massive shelves filled with books to the brim. There were even books stacked up on a big oval table with chairs. You were in awe. The library shimmered in the golden hour. One book particularly got your attention. It sparkled against the sunlight, and it's inviting you to take them out of the shelf and read. When you got closer to the book, it was the one you were looking for. You took it out off the shelf with a huff because it is kinda heavy. With a thud, you laid the book on the table open. You turned page after page until you found it:

"The only known treatment against Nightshade poisoning is mainly symptomatic including gastrointestinal decontamination with activated charcoal. In severe cases, physostigmine can be used as an antidote, but it hasn't been proven to be working yet."

"Physostigmine — a compound which is the active ingredient of the Calabar bean and is used medicinally in eye drops on account of its anticholinesterase activity."

"Physostigma venenosum— the Calabar bean or ordeal bean, is a leguminous plant, Endemic to tropical Africa, with a seed poisonous to humans"

Chatting near the section got you to snap out of the reading trance and quickly closed the book, putting it back swiftly, changing into your form, and making it out again into the student's library. You didn't pay attention to anyone as you walked to your dorm, your mind occupied with the pieces of information you gathered. You're trying to connect the dots in your mind when someone bumped into you.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." A redhaired woman shorter than you are, she fixed her glasses. You have never seen this woman before. Is she a new teacher? If yes, there's something off with her, and that is what your gut feeling is telling you.

"You must be, Y/N. Hi, I'm Mariyln Thornhill, the new botany teacher." She introduced herself and stretched out a hand for you to shake. "Hello, nice to meet you." You shook her hand with caution. "I should get going. I still have a lot to unpack." You quickly retrieve your hand to your side and slide your way away from her. "Y/N. Be careful. You wouldn't want to bump into the wrong person." She had this cold expression that turned into a smile. When you gave her a nod, that is when she turned around and proceeded to go on her way.

A shiver went down your spine when she disappeared around the corner. You exhaled as if you had been holding your breath for a long time. That woman is something else. Where did your mother find that woman? You thought. "There you are! I have been looking for you!" You jumped a little at the voice but exhaled as you realized who it was. "Mother. I was about to go back to my room. Unpack some of my stuff." You turn to her and was greeted with her pearly smile.

"Unpacking can wait! Why don't you come with me to Jericho's? Perhaps we could get your favorite hot chocolate at Weathervane?" She raised her eyebrows trying to persuade you. You gave it a second thought but eventually you nod and went with her.

—

"Addams. You're coming with me and Principal Weems for hot chocolate?" You say as you see her waiting by the service van of Nevermore. Your mother is just a step behind you. She put a hand on your shoulder. "Miss Addams has a Therapy session with Dr. Kinbott, but perhaps she would like a hot chocolate after?" She smiles at Wednesday.

"Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you and chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade." Wednesday looked straight into her eyes. You snickered at her comment, but were silenced when your mother squeezed your shoulder. You winched a little, that made the corner of Wednesday's lips twitch a little.

"Given your history, I’m sure you’re intent on running away. I’m here to prevent that from happening." She made her way to the driver's side. "I wish you luck." Wednesday entered the passenger's seat and slammed the door shut. You took the backseat and just observe the scene in front of you.

Principal Weems took a deep breath and entered the car. The whole drive was in complete silence. You were too busy scribbling down all the information you got earlier on your little notebook. Once the car stopped, you and Wednesday exited the car. "Addams. Any progress on what kind of an outcast, I am?" You asked her before she entered the building.

"No, and I actually don't need your help anymore." She didn't wait for you to reply and just entered the building. "What was that?" You shook your head at your mother and smiled at her. "Let's go and get some hot chocolate?" You offered her your arm to take, and she took it gladly.

Not even 30 mins into the session Wednesday was already escaping. You comfortably sat in one of the booths and watch how she slid down the pipe, creeped passed your mother who was talking on the phone and swiftly entered the Weathervane. She successfully repair the coffee machine and talked to the barista named Tyler, who you met earlier, he is the sheriff's son.

How did Wednesday not notice you? You shifted. You wanted to see if she really didn't need your help to escape. You were impressed with her fighting skills. You changed back when your mother came back to get Wednesday. You saw the shock and confusion on Wednesday's face when she saw you emerge from the booth. She followed your movements with furrowed eyebrows. How could she miss you sitting there? She definitely looked around to make sure none of you had followed her there.

The whole ride back to school was your mother scolding Wednesday, and the girl was just half listening when you drove past an accident. Wednesday pointed out that the driver was dead and had a broken neck. Of course, you tried to look to see if she was right, but it was hard to see with the truck's position.

So you quickly shift your eyes to see the notes of the officers writing down. It confirms that he died because of a broken neck. You immediately shift back and furrow your eyebrows. Thinking deeply as to what powers Wednesday could have and how dark her powers can be. or is it even dark? You definitely want to find out.

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Hey, I have just read heaven’s gate ( Larissa weems x reader ) and absolutely loved it! Is there any chance for a part two? Thank you x

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pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

summary: part two of heaven’s gate | 4.5k

includes: lesbians too in love for their own good, fluff

warnings: kissing/making out, sexual innuendo, afab reader (no breasts described for r), smut (fingering (L/r), oral (L), thigh riding (L)) can u tell i like eating pussy

note: first non-melissa post in over a year to bring me back from hiatus. thank u for ur patience. i feel like those wattpad writers that are like “just got out of a coma here’s a fic”

The smooth paving of the highway becomes bumpy and uneven as you pass the final gas station between here and your destination. Every pothole the car jumps over is like a shot of espresso through your aching joints. After the last stop, you promised yourself to drive straight through. Another stop would mean another chance to acknowledge the numbing of your ass after five hours in the car, and with one hour left, you’re not risking it. You really weren’t kidding when you said that teleportation would be much more useful.

Cell service is quickly obsolete as you continue through the woods, scanning the road for any squirrels that may decide that today was the day. Drumming against the steering wheel, you let your mind wander. Maybe coming without telling her is a bad idea, but it also has the potential not to be. She had begged you to drive to her just two days after she left, and you would have, if only your client hadn’t walked in the door. Dueling busy schedules made two months pass like molasses, longing to drop everything and hitchhike if you had to. Would the lack of alerting her put her off? Gods, you hope not.

A sudden shift of turbulent driving to a slight jostle of cobblestone removes you from the swirling doubt in your mind, peeking towards the sign you’re approaching. Green and rusting, white lettering reads: Welcome to Jericho! The Salem of Vermont. You find yourself glad someone took the time to graffiti over the last bit.

Ignoring the anxiety climbing your spine, you keep going, and going, and going, and going, until you finally break through the treeline. Out of nowhere sits the cutest town you think you’ve ever seen, with little brick shops with murals and a gazebo with the remains of New Year’s decor still hanging on. It makes sense why people would want to come here, why she would choose to stay.

In an attempt to not draw more attention than an outsider already gets, let alone an outcast one, you don’t linger on viewing the quaint town of Jericho. There’s better views awaiting you later, at the very castle-like building you can see on the high hill. Looming in a shadow, one that doesn’t extend over the rest of the town, sits Nevermore in all its glory. The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, the view is nostalgic, bringing back the memories of your time at Byron’s.

The memory brings a reminder to the forefront of your mind, and with cell service restored, now is the best time. Carefully, and without taking your eyes off the road, you navigate to your favorite contacts.

“Hello, my angel!”

You chuckle, “it’s just me.”

“Fuck, nevermind then,” Parker grumbles, “so you’re not there yet?”

“I’m pulling up in a second, just wanted to let you know now before I can’t.”

A characteristic cackle comes from the other end, “gonna jump her bones immediately, I see, I see. Can’t say I blame you, she makes me question things about myself.”

“This is exactly why I called you before getting here,” you chuckle, pulling through the front gates, “but I gotta go now.”

“Yes, yes, go get slutted out, harlot. Just please call me sometime, so I can talk with the love of our lives,” Parker begs.

“I’m telling Max you said that,” you deadpan, hanging up just as you hear a rushed wait!

—☽—

For a town so small minded, from what you’ve been told, you’re more than surprised to find that you are able to walk into Nevermore unnoticed. Some students stand around, talking amongst themselves, but none seem to pay you any mind, likely thinking you’re just another teacher. Using the anonymity to your advantage, you slow your pace, listening in carefully. A gorgon walks by you, the only student at this time that seems to be carrying any school supplies.

You mentally scold yourself for stereotyping her studious behavior before you focus in on her mind. Your consciousness runs through hers, searching through test anxieties and hockey tryout concerns, until you find what you need. The literature wing, I could’ve guessed that. Coming back into your own mind, you’re already speeding up the stairs before your pupils return to their normal size.

Passing another student two stories up, you pray the siren knows which office you need, yet they don’t. Neither do the werewolves or the seer. Do you guys even go to classes? You’re about to give up on the full surprise, headache seeping in from all the mindreading of anxious teenagers. Just before you exit the hallway entirely, you actually look up from your feet, and you mentally smack yourself upside the head for not just reading the plaques on the doors.

With a renewed pep in your step, you keep just shy of running as you read every door. Finally, you reach a door that has a newer plaque compared to neighboring ones, serif font unscathed by age. Professor L. Weems, Department of Literature. Your heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her name. Noticing the door being cracked open, you push it open slightly more, hoping your search ends here.

Hunched over an antique desk, red-framed glasses perched on her nose with a pen spinning between her fingers, she doesn’t seem to notice the attention on her. It’s hard to pry yourself away from watching her, when holding her is seemingly moments away. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you knock on the doorway with shaking knuckles.

A huff passes scarlet lips as Larissa peers up, a brief, disinterested gaze passing over her features. The pen in her hand stills, falling to the desk with a small clatter. Blue eyes widen as she stares unwaveringly at you. Fidgeting under her gaze, you smile nervously, “was- uh- was looking for professor Weems? Know her, by any chance?”

In no less than a blink, Larissa is rounding her desk at top speeds, crashing into your body as her arms wrap around your neck. Nearly falling into the hall, you just barely keep the two of you up, leaning into her to walk her backwards. One hand grips her waist as the other blindly reaches for the door to shut it, quickly coming back to bury into her hair. Your face tucks into her neck, brushing your nose against her skin, breathing her in.

“You’re here,” Larissa says quietly, disbelieving.

“I’m here,” you mumble against her warm skin, “couldn’t wait any longer.”

A sigh of relief passes plush lips, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Surprise, it’s a noun,” you joke, pressing a soft kiss to the expanse of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the contact. There’s no reply except for her arms tightening around you, wordlessly telling you that this surprise is one she likes.

Pulling back from you suddenly, Larissa just stares at you, blue eyes taking in every feature, lingering on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. Your hand moves from her waist to cup her cheek, stroking soft skin that you’d been longing to touch. She takes the invitation, leaning forward to press delicate lips against your own, slow and savoring. Your tongue traces her lips, tasting earl grey and lipstick as she lets you in. No struggle or search for dominance, simply a familiar dance you’d both dearly missed. The hand in her hair stays in place, keeping her close as the other traces her cheekbone and jaw, memorizing the feeling of her skin. Every piece of you missed her, and all of those pieces felt healed the moment her lips touched yours.

Pulling away slowly, both of you keep your eyes closed, simply existing in this moment. It takes a while for either of you to move away, but you feel giddy seeing Larissa’s pink cheeks and smudged lipstick. Your thumb drifts to her lips, wiping away the mess you’ve made, ignoring that you are likely equally covered. Soft lips press into the pad of your thumb, gentle and sweet.

“I cannot believe you’re here,” she whispers into the small space between you, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you,” you reply at the same volume.

It takes two hours for the halls of Nevermore to empty, students retreating to their rooms or to the quad, finally allowing a chance for the two of you to leave Larissa’s office. Silence seems to come over the school, however frightening it may be when dealing with teenagers, though neither of you mind as you simply exist in the spacious office. After weeks of phone calls that lasted most of the night, quiet amazingly comes easy.

Only a soft hum from the blonde breaks the silence, twisting her wrist to check her watch. Turning towards you slightly, she keeps a soft volume as she speaks, “how would you like a tour?”

“That sounds perfect, I only got to see the foyer and this hall,” you answer, nudging into her shoulder softly. “Was on a mission, I didn’t really get a chance to explore.”

“Sorry about that, but we’re not supposed to have visitors here,” she explains, “the campus has essentially been on lockdown since the nineties.”

You chuckle, reaching a hand out to draw her in. Her fingers slide across your palm before gripping, letting you tug her closer, “in that case, security might be too lax. I got in no problem.”

“You what?” Larissa stiffens, looking at you bewildered.

“I drove right through the gate, walked right in, no one even noticed me,” you chuckle, “just walked on up.”

Her lips purse as she tries to hide the laugh building in her chest, leaning in more, “you read a child’s mind to find me, didn’t you?”

It’s impossible to hide the wry grin on your face, “potentially.”

“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.

—☽—

Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.

Every hallway is covered in paintings, Latin engravings littering every shelf, moon phases in different corners. It makes you wish you never set foot in that brick schoolhouse all those years ago. The conservatory alone almost made you weep; crawling vines and shining moonflowers, the feasting venus flytraps, and, your favorite, bleeding hearts. Larissa stands back and watches as your fingers ghost over petals, pressing lightly against the flytraps full belly, all with a deep fascination behind your eyes.

“I can’t believe you have this,” your voice echoes quietly in the room, “it- it’s incredible.”

Her silence throws you, immediately turning. The lost look in her eyes makes you falter, and where your typical instinct is to read, you instead step closer.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching to run your fingers over her knuckles that stay clutching her shirt.

There have been many times where Larissa wished for different abilities, or no abilities at all. Right now, however, she wished for nothing more than your ability. She wished she could reach into your mind and see how you saw the world, how you see the flowers, how you see her. Seeing you now, how you watch her with more reverence than you grant what, in her mind, is a greater beauty, she knows she has a window into the limitless path your consciousness takes.

“Nothing at all. I just have one more place in mind,” she answers, hand lifting to stroke your cheek, lingering against your oddly cool skin. You nod wordlessly, letting your fingers intertwine with hers.

Hand held in Larissa’s, you let her lead you through the halls. She pauses to peak around every corner, terrified the two of you would be caught. Leading forward, more like tugging, she brings you towards a spiraling staircase. Letting her go first, she enters into a massive room, cool but comfortable, dark enough to rely on distanced golden lamps.

Floor to ceiling bookshelves line everywall, the familiar Latin etched into stone and wood alike. Ancient Greek, Cyrillic, and Tamil, first and second editions of texts you thought you’d only ever see inaccurate translations of. Sections of different outcast abilities, poetry from around the world, fables of the inception of different classes. Most have an unfortunate layer of dust over them, long ignored in interest of the clearly loved young adult section.

“You’re really trying to make me jealous,” you say breathily, “this place is incredible.”

“These are my favorite sections,” Larissa admits shyly, “I spend hours of my day here and never see another soul. It’s peaceful.”

“All by your lonesome?” There’s a slight mockery in your tone, “not alone now, are you though?”

Red lips curve into a smile as you step closer to her, fingers grazing up her side, slipping around her back to tug her closer. Hands rise to cup your face, eyes hooded as she takes you in. Pupils blown and lip between your teeth, she doesn’t want to deny herself the view nor the pleasure. Leaning into your space, her nose brushes yours, lips just barely ghosting.

You know she’s teasing, even with closed eyes, you can sense her smile. Tilting, you capture her lips, sighing at the contact. The moment your tongue brushes her bottom lip, a switch in Larissa flips, pushing you back into the shelving behind you. Sliding from your face, her hands grip your waist, clutching with an unnecessary urgency. Meeting her pace, your fingers weave into her updo, pulling hairs loose as you try to keep her closer than she physically can manage.

The muffled boom of a door on the other side of the shelf forces you to jump apart, wide eyes looking at each other like deer in headlights. Cheeks puff as you try not to laugh, Larissa immediately pulls you out of the library, forcing you into a jog as you run towards a different end of the building.

—☽—

Carefully, she guides you upstairs, praying that no other teachers or students are around to see her sneaking someone in. Both of you struggle to keep your giggling in, the juvenile nature of it all making you fluttery.

Coming up to a white door, you see another plaque reading Dormitory Parent. Unlocking the door with a strong wiggle, Larissa motions for you to walk in first, quickly shutting the door behind her and latching it. Leaning against it, she lets out a sigh.

Larissa doesn’t get a chance to move closer before your lips press against hers once more. This time, neither of you waste a second, no longer nerved up by the chance of someone walking in again. Timid brushing of lips is forgone as her tongue bullies its way into your mouth, stroking yours with a gentle dominance that has your knees weak.

Wanting hands grip at her waist as she pushes her backwards, leading you further into her quarters until you’re backed into a wall. Lips move from yours and trail down your chin to your neck, teeth passing over your pulse. A groan leaves your lips, hands scrambling to pull Larissa back to your lips, missing them greatly in the seconds they’ve been apart from yours. Feeling her smile against you makes your heart clench, needing more, anything she’s willing to give.

Pulling back from her lips only enough to speak, you ask, “bedroom?”

There’s no reply, only you being tugged from the wall and walked backwards further into the room. You’re so lost in her, her lips, her hands, her tongue, everything. The feeling of dropping onto the mattress is what brings you back in, eyes cracking open to see a lightly panting Larissa above you, lips parted and kiss-swollen. Lapis eyes flick over your face, expression similar to the one she wore when she first saw you, right on the cusp of relief and disbelief. She’s not unlike a goddess viewing her devotee.

Taking her moment of distraction as a tool for your benefit, you flip the two of you, happily taking in the new view of her beneath you. Hair of white gold splaying over the pillows, eyes wide, skin flushed, and entirely beautiful, Larissa Weems is a gift for your eyes only. The hand on her hip slides up, pushing the fabric of her dress with them as they climb. It’s a silent question, or more of a silent begging, hands impatient to feel her.

Larissa’s head rises off the pillow, lips pushing into yours, her hands going to yours to push them even higher, dress inching up more and more. As she wishes, you lift her dress, hands finding solace on plush thighs, laying your body between her legs. The familiarity of it makes you moan into her mouth, pure want running through your veins.

Hands close in on the lace covering her, lips moving to her neck for a chance to breathe, “can I take this off?”

“Yes,” she answers in a whiny tone, lifting herself off the mattress slightly.

You carefully, thought quickly, lower the zipper. Larissa strips the dress off her torso, letting your wanting hands take care of the rest. The world stops for a moment as you look down at her, skin luminescent against dark sheets, constellations of freckles dotted across her chest.

The blush crawling up her neck brings you back in, and you haphazardly shrug off your jacket and tear off your own shirt. Leaning back down, you forgo her lips to kiss down her neck, reveling in her skin beneath yours. Larissa moans softly as her hands wander down your back, around your torso, tugging at your belt, and you're quick to head her command. Greedy hands pull you back down on the bed, gripping at warm skin as your lips take purchase on her neck again.

Laying her back, you continue your path down, fingers taking her bra straps down with you. Eyes peek up to hers, silently asking permission. Larissa arches into you in response, and your lips wrap around a rosey nipple. Nails dig into your back as she moans beneath you, hips bucking against your. Satisfying her desire, you place a thigh between her legs as you continue to lavish her chest with affection.

An already soaked white thong becomes absolutely ruined as Larissa grinds steadily against your thigh, moaning huskily into open air. Continuing down, your thigh moves away as you near her heat. Fingers curling around the band of her panties, you pause, “may I?”

“Please, darling,” Larissa replies breathily, mouth hanging open as you toss the fabric across the room.

Mouthing at her thighs, you suck harder as you get closer, red marks painted across a white canvas. Reaching her slick pussy, your mouth nearly waters at the sight, descending on her immediately. Her hips rock just as quickly, trying to ride your face as your tongue swipes through her folds. Savory wetness covers your chin, nose just barely rubbing against her clit.

Tilting up, you allow your lips to wrap around her button, sucking gently. The gasps Larissa emits above you only egg you on further, hand moving from her thigh to her entrance. Your middle finger slowly pushes into her, pumping carefully before adding your index. Her walls grip your fingers snugly, trying to keep you there. Her hips never still, and you force them down with your free hand as you focus your attention on her.

Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, combined with your fingers increasing pace inside her, has Larissa’s voice growing horse, moans turning to pitchy whines. Long legs wrap around your body, holding you snugly against.

Heavy whimpers fall from her lips. “Please,” she begs, “more, baby, please.”

Denying her when she’s asking so nicely, so prettily? You could never. Your ring finger lines with the others, pressing into her quickly. The stretch makes Larissa cry out above you, heels digging deeper into your back as your tongue swirled around her sex. It takes little time for her breathing to grow hoarse, mouth hanging open as her eyes squeeze shut.

Her breath hitches and hips still, essence coating your fingers as you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyes finally reopening. Slowing your fingers, you retract from her, but in no way are you done just yet. Letting go of her clit with a small pop, you drag your tongue down to languidly traverse her folds, taking in her full taste.

Probing inside her, you relish in the breathy whine that comes from her throat. Pulling back, you flatten your tongue, swiping across her cunt. Trailing up, passing her navel, the dip in her ribs, you take a quick pass over her nipple, swirling softly. Grabby hands pull at you, tugging you back to her lips. Moaning at her own taste, Larissa’s body arches into you, heat brushing over your thigh once again.

Hand trailing up from her thigh, you pull back from her lips, offering your fingers in place of your tongue. Fading red lips wrap around your digits, her own tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. You can feel your eyes glazing over as you watch her greedily taste herself, gently and unknowingly grinding on your thigh.

Letting go, Larissa takes your stupor to flip you over. Staring down with cool blue eyes with a mysterious fire. Wandering lower and lower, they trace over your own underwear, slick from pleasing her. The whimper you let out only eggs her on, rubbing you over the fabric.

“Riss…” you manage out, already breathless from her touch, “baby…”

A low hum leaves her throat, hand sliding under to make contact with you. Long fingers slide through wetness as lips attach themselves to your neck. Two fingers slide into you, slowly, her thumb makes tight, firm circles over your clit, making you keen into her. The pressure building in your core, that had been steadily growing since the library, feels so overwhelming with her all over you now.

Feeling you trying to ride her slow hand, she speeds up, taking over for you as your moans quickly become airy. Under her lips, she feels your heart beating wildly. For her. All for her.

Her scent, her taste, her hands, her tongue, all of her was all over you. Her teeth scrape against your skin as her fingers curl, making you groan. The hand not in her hair splays across her back, desperate to keep her close. Feeling the want dripping from you, her fingers speed up, almost bullying gummy walls that cling to her.

Tugging her by her hair, you bring her to your lips. Open mouth and messy, you’re barely kissing, just moaning into her mouth as she presses harder to your button, bucking into her hand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed about how quickly she got you here, how quickly you’ve become putty beneath her.

Deciding she needs to taste her hard work sooner rather than later, her fingers just barely spread inside you, stretching you. The motion makes you erupt in a silent scream, clinging more to her as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“C’mon darling,” she husks against your throat, “give it to me. I know you want to.”

Her words are your undoing, the sheer need in her voice and the feeling of her inside you was enough to snap the band. The whines from you turn into breathy pants, hands on Larissa still holding her close as her fingers slow. As she tries to remove them, you close your legs around her wrist, locking her in place. Her lips drag up your neck, capturing your own, sighing into your mouth as your fingers scratch gently at her scalp.

Lazy kisses last until the post-orgasm warmth leaves your body, shivering slightly at the cool air that you can finally feel tickling your skin. Legs unclamp her hand, allowing her to draw back. You nearly cum on the spot watching her suck your release off, moaning softly against her own fingers.

“Keep doing that and you’re not leaving this bed for a week,” you mumble beneath her.

She chuckles, rolling off to lay on the bed beside you, “I can’t say I’d be opposed.”

Just facing her, watching her chest rise and fall, rosy cheeks slowly returning to their normal color, you’re in awe. Freshly fucked and still perfect, Larissa Weems is a miracle. Laying on your side, you trace your fingers up and down her side, following the path of silver stretch marks and faint freckles. You push yourself forward, pressing yourself into her warm body, adoring how her arms immediately wrap around you.

“I missed you,” she whispers, as if she’s not sure you’d share her sentiment.

You press a kiss to her collarbone, “I missed you more.”

There’s a few minutes of silence before you feel Larissa chuckle beneath you. You hum in question. She squeezes you briefly, “would you like dinner?”

Another pause. You both giggle as you try to walk out of the room with a small waver in your steps.

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When your eyes open, you think it’s the sun cracking through the curtain that pulls you from the depths of slumber. A piercing ring breaks through the tiredness, bringing your attention to your phone. Your groan is met in tandem by Larissa’s, who shoves her head into her pillow further, arm tightening around your waist. Stretching in her grasp, you mentally prepare for what you know is coming. The little shit has a radar.

“No,” you say the moment you bring the phone to your ear.

“Oh sweet angel, I miss how nice you are,” Parker sing-songs, “did I wake you from your slutty slumber?”

“Yes, both of us. Dick,” you grumble, “you have zero consideration.”

“Give my real friend the phone, I’m done with you,” he says, though you know he’ll never leave you alone. Even when you eventually die.

“Baby, it’s for you,” you say as you pull the phone away from your ear. Larissa peeks one eye at you, clearly irritated. Parker, you mouth. You wish it wasn’t so endearing how quickly she perked up. Sitting up, she nods, motioning for you to put her on speaker.

“Hello, Parker,” she utters through a yawn.

“My love! How are you? Achy? Tired? In need of a better lover?”

“I’m great,” Larissa chuckles, “and yes, yes, and no, most definitely not.” Her eyes stay on you as she answers, peeking down at your lovingly annoyed expression.

The rest of the call is simply Parker talking at Larissa, rather than to her, while you shake your head at his antics. Curling back into her side, you let them talk as you watch her face. She seems at ease, a stark contrast from the stressed Larissa you’d seen when you first looked in her office. She’s less imposing, loose hair and smudged makeup, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to Parker’s plans for a surprise two month anniversary gift for Max.

In the walls of her bedroom. In bed with you. Breathing the same air. Perfection lies beside you.

note: if i could rewrite the entirety of part one i would. but i guess that shows growth in writing or whatever

feedback appreciated as always

[pendingnomdeplume]

pairing: hozier x gn!reader rated: T

PROMPT: An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

author's note: This was pre-written and is part of a backlog of items I still have from the previous blog. xoxo.

“This feels like a bad idea…” Your mumbled words are left unheard by anyone else as the group chatters and laughs amongst themselves. You should have known that a night off with this group would mean a night of shenanigans, though the embarrassed smile on Andrew’s face tells you that he also didn’t think this is where the evening would go when he invited you to hang out with them.

You watch as a playing card is pulled from a deck, your hands fidgeting nervously with the red cup in your hand as Melissa holds up a Queen of Spades. 

“Okay, so! The game is called Suck and Blow,” she announces. A hush falls over the bus as the band turns their attention onto her. A few giggles ripple through the group as Melissa grins and takes another sip of her drink. “The goal is to take this card and pass it around the circle without your hands. The way we’re going to do that is—well, it’s called Suck and Blow. I’m sure you can figure it out. Larissa, can you help me demonstrate?” 

Larissa nods and scoots closer as Melissa holds the card up to the group. Then, she places it against her mouth and pulls her hands away. The card stays in place as she inhales through her mouth. She leans in close to Larissa’s face, and with a gentle blow, she pulls away to show Larissa holding the card with her own mouth. 

It’d be disingenuous to call it anything but intimate—basically a kiss with a thin barrier under the guise of a drinking game. It’s silly and childish, but everyone else seems enthusiastic to try. You should have known. This particular group has a penchant for both competition and chaos, only made worse when the two go hand-in-hand.

You watch as the card starts with Melissa, which is passed to Larissa, then to Kamilah, onto Kellen, then Alex. There’s a moment where the card nearly drops, but Alex saves it at the last second before leaning in to pass it to Andrew. Alex pulls away laughing, his face bright red before taking another sip of his drink. 

It all happens so quickly—you lean in to take the card, your heart racing at the mere thought of his proximity. What you don’t notice is the way the card slips from his mouth and falls into his lap. The first brush of your lips to his startles you, and you pull away with a sharp gasp and burning cheeks as the group hollers and teases you both. There are accusations thrown Andrew’s way, claiming that he did it on purpose, that he just wanted to kiss you which is why he even agreed to this stupid game in the first place. 

You watch his expression curiously. It’s not lost on you that he doesn’t argue, doesn’t deny anything as he picks up the card and waves it at you, a silent question. His own face is flushed, and you briefly wonder how much of it is the alcohol and how much of it is sheer embarrassment. Finally, you nod at him to try again. 

As you lean in again, he pulls the card away from his mouth and uses it to shield you both as he kisses you again. It’s soft and tentative, but clearly deliberate. You stare at him with wide eyes, only vaguely registering the way Alex yells at Rory that he owes him money. 

[winterfireblond]

Is it too late?

Principal Larissa Weems X GN Reader

ANGST ANGST ANGST

Warning!!: Use of Vulgar words, age gap (all beyond Legal). etc

A/N: wanna try something new, and dump this idea from my head that I kept for some time now. English is not my First language so bear with me.. Hope you'll like this. Constructive Criticism is highly encourage<3

(Expect for Typo and grammatical error)

(Word count: No Data)

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You and Principal Larissa Weems's relationship is almost an open book, well to her assistant; Maria. The relationship as Headmistress and as one of the teaching staff as well as relationship behind closed doors if you can call that a relationship , after all no label was ever talked about just pleasure. A better term is Friends with benefits. Principal Weems is older than you, you got hired at Nevermore Academy just after graduation at the age of 19 years old, and now you are turning 24 years old in just few months.

Your agreement started in your 2nd year at Nevermore, you thought that your connection is getting deeper, that you realized you wanted to ask her out on a proper date. But unexpectedly, barging to her private quarters you saw her having intimate actions with the normie teacher; Marilyn Thornhill, who just got hired few months ago as Principal Weems project connected to the Outcast-Normie relations she has in mind. The scene broke you to pieces. And it seems that they didn't even saw you or felt your presence until you left in a hurry. On your way out of the office you were met by the Principal's assistant with an apologetic look, you tried to hide the pain you are feeling by showing a little smile and tried to passed by Maria but you stop and turn around and told her not to tell Larissa that you came that day. You didn't tell Principal Weems, you left her bedroom and returned to your quarters. When finally in the comforts of your own room, just after closing and locking the door, your tears started to fall one after the other. You're catching your breath, you are almost fainting of too much crying.

This is not how it was supposed to be, she is your everything, but the fact that she is fucking your co-worker, it seems that you are really nothing but a fuck-buddies, a call-thing when things gets too stressful for her or for you. She is married to her job, always wanting to climb up the ladder of success and making money for the school. Her dream for the school, for the Outcast-normie relationship, for the gifted children at Nevermore but maybe you were not in her dreams. You could only feel disappointed at that moment.

The next day Principal Weems went to your classroom after your class dismissal, asking how was your day and why'd you didn't go to her office yesterday for your nightly routine of red wine and some chitchats, and some pleasures after since it got a little stressful for the planning of the outreach day. And since you didn't need to have an invitation since her assistant already knew of their activities, also apologizing for forgetting to call you since she got caught up in a call with some of the parents of the students ( what a terrible liar you think to yourself) You only answered her with simple "Everything's under control, Principal Weems" with a cold tone, not that you intended. She reminds you to call her just "Larissa" when it's just the two of you, but you just hum in agreement. She felt the tension between the two of you but dismissed the thought as due to the stress, you replied to her that you also forgot about last night since you also got caught up grading students paper's. She tried to make amends with you and even asking if you want to go out for dinner but you declined her offer saying your excuse that you still have to prepare the examination paper for your other class, but in reality you are just too hurt to see her without remembering what you saw last night in her quarters connected to her office. It seems that her feelings for you has gone cold or just really none existent and that you will never be important to her as you once were if you ever did.

You still love her but you don't want to be in a one sided love. You blame yourself for falling for the Principal, who wouldn't? She's perfect in your eyes, no sins, untarnished, Goddess walking among mortals.

The following invitations, you keep on declining making different excuses so as not to have to time to meet with her. So you two started to drift apart, no more meetings outside work hours or even talk to each other at work only about and during weekly staff meetings. You thought that you were being strong and doing the right thing by cutting ties with her. It seems that it all did was more favorable for the Principal, days to week you never received any call from her directly only from her assistant if she needs you for something or if you will need to submit some papers, you will left the papers to Maria and fetch it again later. You don't know how, but the updates about Principal Weems keep making it to your knowledge despite not asking about it, the rumors about Marilyn and Principal Weems late night talks in her office. Marilyn sneaking out from the Principal's office early in the morning. You saw that one morning and immediately turn some corner to not be seen.

You couldn't believe your ears when you heard Marilyn, passing by outside talking to one of the parents of a student during one of your classes, saying that Principal Weems has a "Girlfriend", she just said it so casually.

You felt sick to your stomach, that you needed to vomit but you can't.

It's been months now since the last time you talk with Principal Weems alone, and without contacting her assistant; Maria first.

You didn't attend any of the faculty parties, knowing that Principal Weems will be there. You just wanted to be alone, drink some alcohol or get stoned in your own room. The other staff didn't seem to mind you becoming more introverted since that's you personality with them, and they are used to it.

You couldn't sleep that night, the memories of you two together keep coming back. You don't know why. You wanted to scream, yell, cry, break some glass, but you didn't. You just laid there in your bed. You saw your alarm clock, telling you it's 4:30 am. You decided to take a shower and after a cup of tea and some snacks, you decided to read some books that you will be asking for your students to read. You are now teaching the senior years.

It's now 7:30 am, the sun has risen high in the sky, the birds are chirping happily, but the world is a different story, for you. You just woke up in the comforts of your bed, the light of the sun is blinding, the birds are singing their songs. You got up from your bed and look at the window. You are seeing the snow covering the ground, the trees are bare and the winter wind is howling. You didn't hear it last night since your room is sound proofed, but it is quite relaxing.

You are sitting on one of the stools by the window reading one of your books when you heard your phone ringing. You quickly got up to answer it and saw it is Maria calling. You accepted the call and she said "Good morning" You greeted her back "Good morning" you can feel that she is smiling on the other line. You felt that this is going to be a good day, but you know that is just wishful thinking. "I wanted to confirm for you if you can come for our meeting at Principal Weems's office today at 1:00 pm. I am going to give you the notes of the meeting from last week" You told her that you can do that. She asked you if you have to grade papers to finish. You said yes, she asked you to make sure that you don't forget them.

"I will see you then, have a good day" you said goodbye and told her the same. You felt good to talk with Maria, she is like the sister you never had.

It's 10:00 am and you decided to make your breakfast, you made yourself scrambled eggs and toast. You ate it while reading a book. You decided to make your usual cup of tea for your coffee. You sat on the stool near the window looking outside the snow. The cold breeze is making you feel good, the quietness of the snow is soothing.

At 10:45 am you took your tea with you to your classroom to grade papers, while the other teachers were at the faculty party. You are now finished with your papers and decided to take a nap after reading your book. You went back to your room and took a shower and light lunch and prepared to meet with Maria. It's now 12:45 pm and you decided to go to the Principal's office, and the halls are empty, Maria wasn't in her desk just outside the Principal's office. You thought it is weird but dismissed it, maybe she went to the powder room and as students are attending their club activities, you contemplated to knock on the door and come face to face and alone with Larissa whom you'd never spoken with directly for the last months. You have always been in Maria's company when you are here, but now she isn't and you have no excuse to enter without being rude. You knocked and didn't get an answer, so you told Maria that you are here.

The door opened and standing there is the person you're not ready to talk with since that day, you both are looking at each other in surprise, you haven't seen each other up close for the longest time, the air became thick, you felt the tension between you. She's the first to recover from initial shock.

"Can we talk?" She asked. You said "Sure". It's now or never.

"Please come in and sit down" she said while gesturing to the sofa. You took a deep breath before stepping in the office and closing the door behind you.

You told her that you prefer to stand. She looks at you with concern in her eyes and asked "How have you been?" You just shrugged and told her that you have been fine, she looked at you for a moment before asking you, "You seem a little pale, did you had a fever?". You just told her that you're fine and the sudden movement of the school has you in a little disoriented. She nodded and looked at the table in front of you, you were waiting for her to tell you why she wanted to talk to you but she just kept quiet.

You told her that she could tell you now what she wants to say, you said you are here, she can speak and you'll listen.

"I miss you" she said, you didn't expect that.

"I know what you saw" she said as she look at you with a sad expression on her face. Even remorse?

You just remained standing not uttering any words not even showing any emotions or reaction.

She looked at you again "I know that I hurt you deeply, I did not want to hurt you, but it was necessary" you felt yourself getting angry and your patience wearing thin, she still didn't make sense to you.

"For what? What is necessary? And what you did, that was not necessary for anyone, it was unnecessary, cruel and disgusting" you said, trying to control your anger and not yelling at her.

"I know that what I did was wrong, I should have never done that to you, I wanted to explain everything but I couldn't do it to your face, but I am sorry. I don't know how many times I have to say that before you understand, but I am sorry. I shouldn't have let it happen that way and I am truly sorry" she said, you knew that she is sincere. But you are hurt, even if you really wanted to forgive her you just can't do it easily. Instead you answered her " Actually, you don't have to apologize, Principal Weems", " We just give and take what we want from each other, it's not like we are in a relationship" But deep down you really wanted more, both of you actually.

"That's not what I meant" she said while looking at you, she is getting upset with your cold tone.

"Yes, it is true. I mean, look at us, I am a teacher at the school, and you are the Principal, I mean we are from different social status, and I am sure that I don't deserve someone like you" you said, you are getting angry, "You're wrong" She said "You deserve better than this".

"You're too good for me" you said, "No, you are too good for me, you deserve someone better" she said.

You felt something is breaking inside you, it seems that the wound is getting bigger and deeper, the pain is more painful. Also get's confusing to you where this talk is heading.

"Don't say that" you said "I love you" she said "I love you too...but" you said but she interrupted you and added "...but I guess it's too late for me to make it up to you, isn't it?".

You now have tears in your eyes, emotions getting the best of you.

"I think I should leave" you said, "You know where the door is" she said with a sad expression on her face. You quickly turn around and open the door and run away. You didn't want her to see you crying.

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Tada!!!!!! cliffhanger????

part 2???!!!!

[alder-saan]

Her scent

Larissa Weems x gn! reader

tw: pure angst, death, loss, mourning, major character death, spoil Wednesday season 1

words count: 3k

enjoy :)

(thanks to @weemssapphic and @pro-weems-places who I harassed with angsty snippets :))

The thing you loved most in the entire world was definitely Larissa’s scent. Floral _you could distinguish orange blossom, jasmine, wisteria, and violet_ lingering on everything she ever touched, strong yet soft, but mostly, it was hers. It marked her belongings. The fragrances tinted the air of her home, like the first layer of a painting that would represent her. They covered her clothes, softly, almost unperceivable after being washed, but your nostrils were used to recognise them anywhere, and when you buried your face into the fabric, they wrapped you. They were hidden behind her doors, in each box or case, and would jump to your face whenever you would open one of them. They were scattered in her garden, between the orange tree, the jasmine bushes, the wisteria trellis arches, and the violet flowerbed. They anointed your skin, smeared by the so often wandering of her hands on your body, as the glorious elder of Larissa’s sacred heart, and even with no ring of the Fisherman, no tiara, no believers, you felt like a blessed priest when you were on your knees to worship her. It was her scent. It was her perfume. It was her very essence, in its little stained glass bottle, looking like liquid amber.

The bottle itself was one of the most beautiful things you ever saw. It was small, and had this beautiful very pale orange colour, so much so that the liquid inside was reminiscent of whisky. It had the shape of a sphere, a perfect sphere without any prominent line, testimony to the manufacturer, a sphere that had been cut at the bottom, for it to stay still, without falling on the floor, without cracking the cold shell and spilling the precious odorant fluid on the parquet, that would be stained by the fragrance, and that would have to be cleaned very carefully, for every little glass diamond to be removed, so as not to make this crime scene any worse. And if this glass bottle fell, the scent would probably stay forever on your floor, seeping into the rings of the wood, and staying here, like an old dog waiting for its master to come back. But if the bottle fell, no master would come back, and the old dog would die alone.

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You had smelled this perfume for the first time at the Weathervane. This day was engraved so deeply in your memory, you knew nothing could ever erase it. And you already imagined yourself, old and wrinkled, forgetting your own name but not this day. It was Tuesday, the 17th of May, and you were in the Weathervane after your first day at your new job as a florist. You remembered this day was soft. It was sunny, and a little bit of wind was caressing the trees of the park. The rays were warming the table of your booth through the clean window. The door opened and the perfume flooded the room. The floral perfume, in which you automatically distinguished orange blossom, jasmine, wisteria, and violet, so strong but so soft, and which would linger in your mind so long after she would come out. But you didn’t know it yet. All that you knew then was that you liked it. 

Then she appeared in the sunlight. A divine apparition. An angel, a muse, a goddess. A tall, tall woman, with white, white hair, blue, blue eyes and a pale, pale skin. Her silver locks were perfectly pinned on her head, catching the evening gold light. You had held your breath, jaw agape, incapable of pulling your eyes out of her. She didn’t seem to notice you, although you weren’t discreet at all (you couldn’t even imagine being, your brain was focused on her and on nothing else). She was wearing a green dress with a matching green coat, and her hips swayed so deliciously as she was walking towards the waiter to order _your ear might or might not have heard she ordered a hot chocolate_. Takeaway. Her red lips twitched in a beautiful smile, and your whole body tensed. You wanted her to smile at you, not at that waiter. It was stupid, yes. You didn’t know her. And yet… And yet you couldn’t help but stare. She waited a couple of minutes during which you could detail her whole body. Her feet caught in those high-heeled shoes, her long legs in those tights, her dress under which you could guess the relief of the fat that hid her belly, creating this little shadow, the little bumps that made by her breasts, her cleavage revealing her collarbones, the golden necklace she wore, her hands in those black gloves, her long neck that would be the perfect refuge for the night, her so kissable lips, the creases that appeared when she smiled, her little nose, and those ocean blue eyes that were… looking right at you.

Your face went tomato red and you looked away, trying to concentrate on the coffee that was cooling in front of you. You had been caught staring. You tried to regain composure by taking out your phone, pretending you were writing to someone or something else. To be perfectly honest, you weren't sure what you were doing yourself. You could still feel her gaze on you, and it made you shiver.

“Larissa,” the waiter called.

“Yes,” the woman, Larissa, replied in her heavenly voice, walking towards him to take her hot chocolate.

You had a name to put on this pretty face. “Larissa,” you whispered, taking a little time to appreciate the very substance of the sounds on your lips. The “La” seemed to be withheld in your mouth, the “ri” was pleasant, like singing, and the “ssa” was escaping your lips so fast you couldn’t believe her name was already over. You heard her paying and then she passed in your visual field, heading out of the Weathervane. You looked at her again, from her back.

The door closed.

She had disappeared, but her perfume was still lingering in the room, in your nostril and your head.

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The next day, you were sitting in the very same booth. You had paid particular attention to your appearance that morning, hoping perhaps to bump into Larissa (who didn't yet know your name) at the Weathervane after you'd closed the shop. You had almost finished your coffee, but you wanted to wait, to be sure you didn’t miss her. So you waited for a few minutes, watching the sun sinking on the horizon when the door opened and the scent invaded your nose. Orange blossom, jasmine, wisteria, and violet. She smiled at you as she passed your booth, and ordered her hot chocolate. On the spot. You heard her heels heading towards you. At first, you thought she was going to sit in the booth behind you, but she continued. Your eyes were glued to your nearly empty coffee as she stopped next to you.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked, pointing to the bench seat in front of you with her finger.

“Y-yes, I-I mean, no, you can sit if you want,” you stammered.

And she sat in front of you. She offered a big genuine smile, and the little scar above her upper lip deepened for a moment. You couldn’t pull your eyes out of her blue irises. 

“Are you new in town?”

“Very new, indeed. I arrived the day before yesterday,” you replied, smiling a bit.

She nodded silently, and her eyes wandered to your face. Your heartbeat in your ears, And for a moment, everything disappeared. It was her eyes, your heart, her perfume, and nothing. She was looking directly at your heart, at your soul. Those piercing blue eyes were magical. They were like the sea. They scared you. They seemed to attract you, and you felt yourself drowning for a moment. You were lost in the ocean, a deep blue ocean that smelled of orange blossom, jasmine, wisteria and violet. And if you died right there, it would probably be the best death you could ever think of.

The waiter came and brang Larissa’s drink. You found yourself back in the Weathervane.

“I didn’t quite catch your name,” she said.

“Uh… oh, Y/N.”

“Larissa.”

You knew it. You had heard it the previous day.

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The following day, the scent entered your shop. You hadn’t still told her what your job was, and you looked at her, in her white dress, from the back shop for a few seconds before showing yourself. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of you.

“How can I help you, Larissa?” you asked.

“Well, I don’t know what flower to buy…”

“What occasion?”

“A date? … Sort of,” she replied

Your heart sank at these words. A date? She had a date? And she wanted to buy flowers for him… of for her… or for them. You suddenly felt cold and sad. It was probably stupid to think she was interested in you. She was just being friendly and you misunderstood the signals. She had already someone.

“Well, some roses or daisies are perfect for a date.”

“Then I will take some daisies, and if you could add violets, it’d be perfect.”

“Violets?”

“Yes,” and her cheeks turned pink.

Violets, huh? So she was… Anyway, it wasn’t your business. What she did in bed and with who was her life. Not yours.

You quickly picked the flowers and laced them together.

She paid and went out. You sighed. Her perfume was still there.

Later, you were about to quit your booth when you smelled her scent again. She went in the Weathervane, the daisies and violets in her hand. So she was about to have her date right there? You looked in the café, searching for someone that could fit her. But there was nobody. And she sat in front of you.

Oh?

Oh…

OH!

Your face went red at the realisation. You were her date.

“You should have told me you were the new florist! I wanted this to be a surprise!”

“Well, it is. I thought you were seeing someone else.”

She chuckled and handed you the flowers.

“That’s why you seemed… a bit lost? Were you jealous?”

“Not at all!”

And she laughed. And you loved her laughter.

.

And life went on. You would meet her every day. Sometimes she would go to your shop and buy flowers for you.

Months passed. You were partners.

After a year, you decided to live together.

.

That night, you were preparing yourself to welcome her back. She had had a hard time at her job, you knew it. She had told you about the Hyde, the traitor, and the Wednesday problem. You wanted her to feel better, to relax, at least for one night.

You had spent the entire day cooking for her. She didn’t know it, though. You never told her. It was a surprise. You had made some crab baozi, fried noodles, and beef dumplings because you knew she loved these. The table was made, you had placed a white tablecloth and put some red and white rose petals on it. A large bouquet _of orange blossom, jasmine, wisteria, and violet_ enthroned in the middle of the table. Some candles were lit, and you were waiting for her, sitting on an armchair in front of the chimney. She was a bit late, but it was okay. You were used to it.

The doorbell rang. 

Strange… She never did this...After all, it was her home.

You got up and went to open the door.

Two police officers were there, their car parked at Larissa’s spot. You didn’t like their expressions. They seemed confused and awkward. You were too, of course. Why would some police officers go to your home at 8 p.m.?

“Are you Larissa Weems’ partner?”

“Yes, I am,” you replied hastily.

Hearing her name escaping from the police officer’s mouth had tensed you. Your mind was racing. Was Larissa in trouble? What did she do? Where was she? Was it because of Wednesday? Did she… did she meet the Hyde? Or was it the traitor? You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining her in a hospital bed, injured and unconscious. How you now wish you were right…

“Larissa Weems was found in Nevermore’s greenhouse, dead by nightshade poisoning. We’re sorry.”

Your eyes widened. You shook your head. They got to be wrong. It couldn’t be her. Not tonight. 

“It’s impossible. She still is in her office, I’m sure she’s alright.”

“We’re sorry. She’s gone. This was confirmed by the coroner”

A shiver ran down your spine. No. You violently shook your head. No, no, no, no, no. No, she couldn’t. She was Larissa Weems. She was your 6’3 tall goddess. She could NOT be dead. You had planned to present her to your parents. Gone? How? You never even imagined one day without her. So how? How could she leave you?  Like that? No goodbye, nothing. No pathetic “I love you”, like in those movies you used to watch every Saturday night, cuddling under a cover on the sofa. She didn’t die in your arms, the last time you kissed her was this morning before she left to go work, her last message was “;-)”, which was… well pretty lame but so damn cute. And while she was dying alone in Nevermore’s greenhouse, you were making goddamn DUMPLINGS. You felt so stupid. You had put so much effort into making this evening go well that you never thought, even for a second, that Larissa could be in danger. You felt so stupid for never enjoying the moment, and always making plans. She was gone. All was over. She would never come back.

The police officers were gone when you came back to reality. You were standing in front of the house, cheeks drowned under your tears. You entered back, but it suddenly felt so cold. You looked at every detail of it and knew that if Larissa couldn’t come back, it wasn’t worth it anymore. Your loneliness was unbearable. The living room was full of void, the table in front of you seemed to laugh at your despair, and the kitchen smelled the food you had made for her. You locked yourself in the toilet and you grabbed your phone, calling the first person that came to your mind: your friend Cassie.

*Hello, y/n?*

“H-hey,” you said, sniffling.

*Is everything alright?*

“N-no, not really.”

And the nervous laughter you let out rang in your ears. You shook your head.

*What’s wrong?*

“It’s Larissa…”

*Did you argue?*

“No, she’s… she’s…”

*She’s what?*

“She’s gone.”

*What? It’s okay, love, she’ll come back, I’m sure. I don’t know what happened but she might need time…*

“No, you don’t get it.” you shook your head “She’s gone… dead.”

You had almost whispered. But you were not crying. Your mind couldn’t process this, it was beyond its limits. You did not believe it yourself. Dead. What did that mean, anyway, dead? You couldn’t imagine your life without her. It was impossible, it was absurd. Without her it meant nothing. It was like an anomaly. It was a dicotyledonous seed that grew with only one cotyledon. It couldn’t be Truth. You heard your friend’s gasp through the cell phone, and the silent seconds she let seemed hours.

*Wh-what do you mean? Is she really…*

You couldn’t reply. You couldn’t say it again. Because it would have made all of this Truth.

*Wait for me, I’m on my way. Don’t hang up.*

You nodded. It was stupid. She couldn’t hear it. But you nodded anyway, unable to tell another word out loud. A few seconds later, you heard a motor roaming. Cassie was in her car.

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Now, she was gone. For good. No more impromptu visits to your shop. No more sweet sounds of her voice in your home. No more worshipping. She would never awake next to you again. She would never sing in the shower again. She would never make your favourite tea again, call you ‘dearest’, laugh at your lame puns, buy flowers for you at your shop _each time pretending it is for someone else_, come back late at night and kiss your forehead thinking you are sleeping, say she loves you. She would never read books in front of the chimney, her white locks loose, falling over her shoulders. All was gone. She was gone. For good. Killed. Murdered. The bottle was broken on the floor of your mind. And no matter how hard you scrubbed, the scent wouldn’t go away. The glass glitters were gone for a long time now. You had carefully gathered them, one by one, hoping that you would be able to fix it. Maybe one or two splinters were still in your parquet, but you had removed all that you could remove.

She was gone.

But all her belongings were still there.

Her scent, her home, her items, and you. You wanted to disappear like a tired dog stops eating when away from its master. She had left you.

It was strange because… She wasn’t there, but all that was making her was still here. Her perfume was still in your bathroom, her clothes in your closet, the music she used to listen to, and her favourite books. All. All were there. As if she were on a trip to a foreign country far, far away. You liked to imagine her on a plane, listening to one of the podcasts you introduced her to, on a beach, applying sunscreen to prevent her pale skin from tanning, maybe walking in a forest eyes wide open, trying to see a deer between the trees.

She wasn’t. 

She was dead. 

You knew it, but you wouldn't believe it.

During the day, it was okay. You had your friends who always kept an eye on you. One of them, Garry, who had no job, helped you for free in your shop, just to make sure you were always with someone. He talked to you, and occupied your mind so that you could never think about her. 

And in the dark hollow of the night, her absence burnt. By washing the sheets, the smell had disappeared. And to trick your mind, making it believe she was just there, near you although you couldn’t touch her, and only when the sun was knocked out of the sky, you would hold one of her jackets close to you, and bury your face into the soft fabric so that all you could smell was orange blossom, jasmine, wisteria, and violet.

[weemssapphic]

Have a cute song-fic request for Larissa x fem/nb reader. Song is called Bloom by The Paper Kites. I’ll leave the context up to you. I just think of reader singing/saying something like this to Larissa 🫶🏻

Bloom

Thank you, @veeisgayasf <3 I absolutely ADORE this song, it is so soft and lovely and makes my heart feel full. This is more inspired by how I feel listening to the song, I hope it lives up to your expectations nonetheless!

Larissa Weems x fem/gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

words: ~850

warnings: none I think? pure fluff

In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness And you fill my head with you

Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains covering the windows next to your bed, drenching your sheets in a golden halo.

Your fingers curled languidly in luxurious sheets as you pressed into the warmth of the body next to you, staving off the faint chill of the morning air outside the bed. 

It was still early, the clock on the bedside table gave away the time: 6:30am. The rest of the world was still asleep, the only sounds were the low whistle of the wind in the trees outside, the rustle of the leaves, a far away chirping of birds. Your world, however, was resting in your arms, chest rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. 

Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can't get out

Long, silver curls draped over Larissa’s bare shoulder and you reached out, fingertips dancing over her lightly freckled skin as you brushed a lock of hair off her arm. She shifted in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips, turning her face towards you, and your breath caught in your lungs. Blonde eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks and you thought she looked like an angel in that moment, ethereal and peaceful. 

Larissa had taken your breath away from the moment you’d first met her. In her role as principal she was a force to be reckoned with, a storm of a woman; in charge, demanding of respect, firm, but diplomatic. But you got to see another side of her: soft, gentle, even silly. Without makeup she was even more impossibly stunning, pale skin glittering in the soft rays of dawn, lips twitching lightly as she dreamed.

Can I take you to a moment Where the fields are painted gold And the trees are filled with memories Of the feelings never told?

A memory of the previous day danced around inside your skull. You and Larissa had driven from the Academy out to a little grove in the forest. You’d insisted on surprising her, laughing wholeheartedly at the weary gaze she’d given the blindfold you’d insisted she wear once you’d parked the car at the roadside by the forest edge.

With the help of a friend you’d set out a whole picnic for the two of you: a massive white blanket, covered in cushions and fluffy blankets for comfort. All of Larissa’s favorite foods, spread out on wooden boards, with golden cutlery and fancy wine glasses for Larissa’s favorite bottle of red.

You wanted to engrave the memory of Larissa’s smile when you’d slipped off the blindfold in your memory forever, wanted to savor the sound of the gleeful laughter that bubbled out of her chest as she plopped down on the pillows with an almost childlike sense of glee. This was the Larissa that no one else got to see, your Larissa.

You had taken turns reading to each other from To the Lighthouse, sipping wine until the evening had pulled the sun down and the light had faded too much to make out any words on the page. Larissa’s head rested on your thighs and you traced lazy patterns on her arms with your fingertips, not wanting the moment to draw to a close.

When the evening pulls the sun down And the day is almost through Oh, the whole world it is sleeping But my world is you

You placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, relishing in her deep exhale and the way that Larissa nuzzled ever closer to you underneath the sheets. Her arm grazed over your hip bone. You nuzzled your nose into the crook of her neck, breathing her in, allowing her scent to engulf you. Cinnamon. Amber. Red wine from the previous night’s activities. 

Larissa opened one eye and peered down at you, watching the blush that formed furiously on your cheeks at having been caught staring. You were caught in her gaze, mesmerized by the adoration you saw swimming in her cerulean eyes. 

“Can I be close to you?” you breathed. Larissa’s affirming hum vibrated through her chest, tickling your cheek as it rested against her. Her arm came around your shoulder and pulled you on top of her, shifting her hips and threading your legs together. 

You planted a kiss on the column of her throat, receiving a kiss on your forehead in return and feeling the corners of Larissa’s lips turn up in a smile against your skin. Her arms tightened around your midsection, pulling you into her and you felt her breathing begin to even out again. In that moment you knew, as if you hadn’t known it already in a hundred moments before: she was your entire heart.

Can I be close to you? Ooh, ooh

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♡ - fluff, ♢ - angst/mild angst, ☆ - hurt & comfort.

Celebrities

Taylor Swift

Not My Lover. - ♡ (T.S. x sister!reader)

Cate Blanchett

unSEEN. - ♡♢ (C.B. x fem!reader)

Lean On Me. - ✩♡ (mother!C.B. x daughter!reader)

Elizabeth Olsen

Can't Seem To Focus. - ♡ (E.O. x fem!reader)

Scarlett Johansson

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Gwendoline Christie

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Sandra Bullock

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Wanda Maximoff

Comfort In Pain. - ♡♢ (W.M. x N.R. x fem!reader)

Natasha Romanoff

Comfort In Pain. - ♡♢ (W.M. x N.R. x fem!reader)

Maria Hill

*yet to come*

Carol Danvers

*yet to come*

Larissa Weems

Looks Can Be Deceiving. - ♡♢ (L.W. x gn!reader)

Lady Dimitrescu

Warmth. - ♡ (A.D. x fem!little!reader)

Carol Aird

Is It Over Now? - ♢ (C.A. x fem!reader)

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[stellarsolarisblog]

Not so subtle: Valentin Rusmanov x GN!Reader

Warnings: smoking Bliss, suggestiveness (slight), otherwise fluff Word count: 1,280

Grim is just one of the many words you could use to describe life in Department 19. It was a cold and unforgiving organization where a rigid routine and rules had to be followed in order to survive. You were fine with that for the most part, it’s just that sometimes you wanted some normality.

You made friends with Jaime Carpenter and his friends Larissa, Kate and Matt who offered an escape from grueling military life. Jaime and you could bond over certain things you didn’t feel comfortable expressing like missing your mother. Upon hearing that, he made it a habit to invite you to visit his mom in the cell block.

She was a kind woman who always welcomed you like you were her child as well. You enjoyed talking to her as often as possible. However, one day you needed some advice and when you went to visit her you found her sleeping. Deciding it was unfair to wake her, you made your way as silently back up the stairs when you felt eyes on you. You turned your head only to be greeted by Valentin Rusmanov’s blue eyes staring at you with a slightly amused look.

“Morning.” You said after an awkward moment of silence. He smirked at you, “Good morning.”

He placed a bookmark on the page he was on and closed his book, turning all his attention to you. “Something troubling you?”

And that’s how your semi-regular visits to his cellblock started.

At first you came to him when Marie was busy or stopped for a small chat so you don’t seem rude after all he’s done for the Department. Then these small chats turned into him offering you to join him for coffee or tea. Soon this morphed into you just casually strolling in through the UV barrier whenever you wanted to talk to him.

…

You made your way down to him holding his copy of Madame Bovary. He lent it to you when you expressed your distaste for modern romance novels. The book was a battered paperback, barely held together. It had that old book smell and yellow pages. The small notes on the sides in Romanian didn’t escape you. You won’t tell him but you used Google Translate to figure out what he wrote.

“Morning, is this a bad time?” You asked still a bit sleepy.

“Ah, good morning, not at all. Some coffee, perhaps?” he smiled looking at your exhausted expression.

“Yes, please. It took me all night but I finished it.” You held up the book for him to take. The way his fingers grazed yours wasn’t lost on you.

He poured some fresh coffee for you and placed it before you. “You were in no rush to return it, why didn’t you rest?” He raised an eyebrow, teasingly. Damn his flirtatious nature.

“I couldn’t put it down. It was amazing. You were right, it did change my views on modern novels.” You sip your coffee and sigh. Coffee always tasted better when he prepared it, even when you bought the same brand. His was somehow better.

He let out a deep chuckle, “Oh, I was right? Imagine that…” Valentin dragged his tongue over the bottom edge of his top teeth. He crossed his right ankle over his left knee and held the ankle with his left hand. His right hand held his coffee cup. “Which part was your favorite?”

Taking a long sip of the rich coffee, you begin your rant on the book. Slyly slipping in some of his personal commentary you read on the pages.

“... But that’s not even the worst thing about Emma! She is so spoiled, so blind she…” You waved your hand around like crazy. The rant paused only for you to take a sip of the hot beverage to soothe the dry throat. Valentin paid no mind, he was focused on you entirely. “… Yes, of course life would have been easier as upper class but come on, it’s not like they were struggling! Charles was trying hard, he made an honest living! She should’ve…” Valentin looked at you with open admiration, he loved listening to you rant about things you had strong opinions over. Most of all, he loved providing material for your rants. It was no problem lending you books. Hell, he would’ve had his associates buy books specifically so that he could give them to you. He listened, but a part of him was elsewhere until you said “… she dreamt of a life she had no desire to work for” He paused. This sentence felt familiar.

“So you’ve taken my own thoughts into consideration whilst reading?” he teased with a smile.

You blinked, “Sorry?” Valentin chuckled before flipping the pages of the book, tapping a pencil note and reciting it in Romanian.

He put the book down and sucked his teeth, looking you up and down. Suddenly you felt squeamish.

“Okay, I may have reviewed them. So what?” You avoid his gaze, embarrassed to have been caught. Valentin finds it endearing.

…

“Just try it, I promise you’ll like it.”

“No, why would I want vampire drugs?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Valentin was enjoying his Bliss laced cigarettes a bit too much. He took of his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and undid a button or two. You sat there with a smirk, shaking your head as he smiled with those pretty blue eyes.

They turned red as soon as he inhales the smoke and his head falls back, legs slightly parted as he enjoyed his high.

You blush at the suggestiveness of the scene and turn away.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” He says to you and slowly lowers his head to you with a smirk.

“Worry about your own heart, Valentin.” You roll your eyes at him when he takes another drag, “I’ll just leave it with you, it’s safer.”

You didn’t reply, knowing he’ll say just about anything when Bliss is in his system. But there is something about the way he looks at you, he smiles with his eyes no matter in what state he is. You know that the look he is giving you isn’t just a side effect of the drug, but something more. You don’t read too much into it.

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Sometimes the operators didn’t sleep in the same intervals. You desperately needed sleep but the living quarters were too loud. You groggily marched down to the all too familiar cellblock to find shelter for the night.

Valentin was lounging on his chaise lounge reading when he noticed you enter. He glanced at his wrist watch and furrowed his brows. His eyes darted upwards to find your half closed ones.

“Can I sleep here?” you ask wearily.

How is this a question? Of course you can! He will always welcome you and protect you. He grew quite fond of his friendship with you and didn’t even deny some deeper feelings that started forming.

“Of course, sleep well.” He nodded and returned to his book, or at least pretended to.

You sigh and drag yourself over to his bed. “Thank you. Ugh, I could just kiss you right now.”

“You could.” He replied with raised eyebrows.

As you settled under the covers you stopped and turned to face him. The air was starting to shift but your tired mind didn’t allow any shenanigans. “Good night, Valentin.” You chuckle.

Valentin smiles at you, “Good night, dragostea mea.”

You don’t tell him you know what  that means. Let him think he is being smooth.

[tanith-rhea]

From Newark to Burlington

"You are that motherfucker who spilt coffee all over me and almost made me miss my plane in the cafeteria and now we’re stuck beside each other for this 4-hour flight; wait a second, did you just fall asleep on my shoulder? Oh god you look cute while sleeping"

Word count: 2.3k

Your day was only beginning but already could not get worse. You needed to get the 10 a.m. plane from Newark to South Burlington in twenty minutes, and the barista was infuriatingly slow.

The queue was moving at a sloth's pace, and when it finally got to you, you could only control yourself not to run from the cafeteria to the gates in a panic. But you had some semblance of self-respect and settled for a quick walk; not everyone was you, though.

When you were just getting to the glass doors, someone from your left, too preoccupied with texting on their phone, crashed right into you, spilling your drink all over the nice suit jacket you bought for your first day at your new job. Great! Perfect! Now you had a ruined jacket, no other clothes to change into for the flight and worst of all: no coffee.

"Watch it, damn it!" you yelled at the person rapidly shooting apologies to you from over your head.

Over your head? What? You stopped to look the person in the face, and could not help but hold your breath for two to three seconds. Standing tall beside you was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, and you'd seen some very fine women in your college days. Art school had all types of exquisite people, from models to actresses and tormented poets who always managed to surprise you in bed.

No, the silvery blond with reddened lips and badass sunglasses was the most gorgeous woman you'd ever laid eyes on.

You didn't know what to say for a bit, watching the regret and kindness wash away from the woman's face and be replaced by an arched brow and an unimpressed sneer.

"I am tremendously sorry," she definitely wasn't, "I should have looked" her tone was icy, and her posture was erect, although her smile was sickenly sweet.

You cursed yourself for your temper and tried to remedy your behaviour by sweetly reassuring her that it was all fine, but all you received in return was a side grin and scrunched nose that didn't convey the normal cuteness you'd think but utter distaste before she walked away in those mile-long legs and disappeared in the crowd.

Only you to fuck up so well what could have been a nice airport chat and, with any luck, exchange of numbers (you were smooth enough, it wasn't difficult to pick up women most times). Sighing, you went to your gate to get on the plane and finally be done with it all. Four hours of flight and you'd be starting your brand new life at Nevermore Academy. All the stress would be worth it.

It wasn't forty minutes later when the last passengers were boarding the plane and you saw her again. That goddess of a woman, walking down the corridor looking at the numbers on the seats. She had a scarf around her hair now and gracious gloved hands you hadn't noticed before. She didn't see you at first but stopping by the seat beside you, she looked up and saw you and the notebooks on your lap. You could guess your face was paler than the white sheets of paper all around.

She breathed deeply, and you briefly wondered if she would start a fight with you right now, in the middle of the plane, to get rid of the earlier stress you caused her. Wait, what? She bumped into you! You were the one with the right to be annoyed!

But she didn't do anything. She didn't even say anything or acknowledge your presence before sitting in the comfortable recliner beside you and picking up a novel from her rather tasteful tote bag (how could a motherf*cking tote bag be tasteful?? What the hell?). She proceeded to read for the next couple of hours, giving you the cold shoulder you were starting to think you didn't deserve all that much. Ok, you snapped at her once, but you apologised, right? Oh, no, you didn't. Well fuck.

You also didn't want to interrupt her and elicit more of her wrath, so you just resigned to admiring her from the corner of your eyes every few minutes. Damn, she was fine.

At eleven thirty, the plane made a one-hour stop at Washington, D.C., and some passengers were starting to get up to walk around or buy some snacks at the airport. You decided to have a stroll and left the tall, mysterious drama queen with her book. She could brood all she liked; you needed that coffee and some fresh air if you were to spend two more hours controlling yourself from trying to pass her a pickup line or not drool over the elegant movement of her fingers turning pages.

She did soft sounds while reading. You noticed it half an hour into the flight. While you were writing some notes and adjusting your schedule for the upcoming week, she would lightly chuckle or release a small huff as if frustrated with the character's choice in the story. It was mesmerising, utterly adorable, and you had to refrain from telling her to shut up if she didn't want to be kissed.

This airplane crush was getting out of hand, and while waiting for your coffee to get ready you decided to act.

Back in the blue-carpeted corridor, you strode confidently to your seat and weren't surprised to find the lovely woman still there. She wasn't reading this time but apparently writing on her phone. You could not abstain from feeling a bit frustrated by it being the entire reason that breathtaking piece of paradise was annoyed at you.

"Hey" you started, very charmingly of course, "I thought you'd be hungry by now, I haven't seen you eat since we left Newark and brought you these almond butter and banana roll-ups" you give her a smile you truly hoped was one of your cute ones that every girl at bars said made you look adorably sweet and naive.

She looked up at you and, for the first time, you saw her eyes without sunglasses. Of course she would have beautiful deep pools of blue in which you'd happily drown on. She looked questioningly at the treat neatly wrapped in a fancy cardboard box with leaves and flowers printed on it and back at you. Did you really sound that much of an asshole for her to be so suspicious?

"I didn't know if you were a vegetarian or vegan or whatever, so a went vegan to be safe" you shrugged lamely, trying to seem casual and not at all the weirdo that yelled at someone and was now pathetically trying to pave a road back to civility with them... and maybe a bit more than just civility.

"Thank you," she said uncertainly, taking the tiny package from your hand and sweet Jesus a glove could not make you shiver like that, it was against the law, "You didn't have to" she seemed a bit speechless, and you counted that as better than outright telling you to piss off.

"But I wanted to" you smiled charmingly at her and went to your seat. Some color was beginning to paint her cheeks and you couldn't help the smugness you felt by eliciting a response like that from her. She was not an ice wall after all.

"I wanted to apologise for how I acted earlier" you started again while she untied the lace around the cute box, a sweet banana scent coming from it when opened "I shouldn't have snapped at you, I was just a bit on edge to get to the plane" you chuckled.

"And yet I made it to the plane too, being polite and all" ooookay she was a bit of a bastard then. You liked the sass.

"Yes, indeed you made it" you laughed at that, beginning to feel that bubbly excitement of flirting in your sternum "To my delight".

She laughed with the food in her mouth, bringing her hand to cover it while she tried to control herself and finish eating.

"What do mean, delight? I've acted like a stubborn brooding child for the past two hours" she was laughing a throaty deep laugh now and you couldn't get enough of it. God, this woman would be the end of you.

"Yes, but I enjoyed watching you read. Very regal and imposing" she smiled at that, turning a bit redder but relaxing, her shoulders dropping a bit with a breath.

"So when you aren't being an irritable prat you're a charmer?" she arched a brow at you and you felt it like a blow to the stomach. That girl had some serious balls.

The flight improved 200% after that, with you asking her about the novel she was reading (Emma) and her taking an interest in your general class notes on classical portrayals of discriminated races throughout history. Turns out she supported normie-outcast-relations and thought it was an important issue to address in the modern era (which yes, finally someone agrees with you — it was so goddamn hard to find other normies that weren't scared shitless of people with superpowers) and you had very similar ideas on it.

Larissa, you learned, was not cold and unfriendly at all. She was a sweet bundle of nerves in a position of power at some institution that seemed unable to work without sending her e-mails every half hour. It was actually what she was doing when you bumped at the cafeteria, and you felt like the biggest dumbass on earth when she told you.

Around one you had fallen into a comfortable silence; her arm pressed against yours between the seats. You were slowly pilling up the courage to maybe graze her fingers and see if she would hold your hand when a weight fell on your shoulder and Larissa was sleeping against you.

You were ready to die then and there. Y/n, the happiest puppy alive on planet Earth. She was breathing softly against your neck and her throat was close to your shoulder. Although you really didn't mind the warmth from her small outtakes of breath, that could not be comfortable at all, so you tried to gently settle her until she seemed satisfied enough. If the light moan she made when her nose met your neck was anything to go by, you were sure she was fine. And for the seven hells, you weren't. How did she dare moan so close to your ear? Against your goddamned skin? If you could melt from overheating you would be a puddle at her feet.

The thing was, she wasn't just sinfully gorgeous, she was also heartbreakingly soft and comforting and sweet and everything good that ever existed. You could tell that underneath the mascara her eyelashes were pale and the little tip of her upturned nose was the cutest thing to ever be made in the entire history of the human race. You could spend an eleven-hour flight easily just cataloguing every inch of her face and fantasizing about getting the chance to kiss those lipstick-red lips, wondering if it would smudge and show everyone who saw you what you were doing. You had a feeling it would smudge, and if it didn't you'd have to put extra effort into showing people she was yours.

Jesus, that was a bit too much, wasn't it? But with her cheek pressed against your shoulder, you couldn't help but feel it wasn't. Truthfully it wasn't even near enough.

The airplane landed shortly after, and you dreaded having to wake her up and lose the warm pressure. You didn't have to, tough. The movement caused by the landing woke Larissa, who breathed deeply into your skin and rapidly sat up, suddenly tense.

She was turning a very becoming shade of red, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

"Good morning, princess" you teased.

"Oh, shut up!" she hid her face in her hands "I can't believe I slept on you, oh my god"

"Don't act so mortified. You are much nicer when sleeping, I enjoyed myself immensely" you laughed at her murderous face and you both started getting ready to exit.

You didn't want to lose her at the airport, but after getting your luggage it was quite easy to spot her. You thanked god for your taste in women and approached the tall goddess.

"Hey, I know this might be a little too soon, but would you like to go out for coffee sometime?" you tried the casual excuse to have her phone number, and she laughed. She laughed! The guts!

"I think coffee should be avoided near me" she winked, and you were going to die "But I'd love to meet again, maybe we could have hot chocolate at this cosy cafe in the city I'm near, Jericho."

Your brows went up, was this destiny?

"Actually, I'll be living there for a while til I get settled on my new job, so that would be perfect!"

"Really?" she seemed excited, but a small crease formed between her eyebrows and she looked you up and down before snapping out of whatever thought she was having and picking up her phone to save your number.

You didn't receive any messages, and that was expected just over two hours after you parted. You were about to meet with the headmistress of the Nevermore Academy for your new position as the new history teacher and not having your nice suit jacket was making you nervous. Of course everything would be fine, but you wanted to make a good impression nonetheless.

When the door opened, a redheaded woman led you inside the most extravagant and tasteful office you'd ever seen. But behind the desk wasn't your new boss... seated in a fitted pistachio-coloured dress was Larissa. The beautiful stranger who spent half a flight cosily sleeping on your shoulder just hours ago.

"Y/n y/ln?" Larissa asked politely as if nothing was the bother.

"Principal Weems, I presume" you were so screwed.

"What a delight to see you again so soon" she smiled devilishly.

You were in shock, every inch of your body overjoyed and strangely aroused when a voice knocked you off your half trance.

"Wait, you two know each other?"

Part two can be found here.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi how are you, gorgeous?

Here to request if you will, Gwens top 5 reacting to R getting a necklace with their initial on it?

Heyyyy @littledollll !! A lot better hearing from you 😊🫰🏻 Hope you are well! And thanks for the ask 🥰 I would love to write this! Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Initialized Necklace Blurb ~Gwen’s Characters xGN Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: fluff, kissing, crying, etc.

Enjoy (:

Brienne of Tarth

“My Lady, I cannot possibly accept this…” Brienne nervously explains.

Her blush evident at the small yet beautiful pendant necklace you had given her.

“No, Ser Brienne, I insist.”

Brienne looked down to the gold heart with ‘B + Y/Initial’ inscribed on it. She looked down and met your gaze, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.

“I have never been given something so remarkable…” she spoke, her voice faltering.

Now it was your turn to blush. Brienne placed the pendant on her heart.

“I shall cherish it with all my heart, my Lady…” she whispered, a tear of love escaping her eye.

Ser Brienne then leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks were ablaze with fusia. The woman then left your tent as to not arouse any suspicion.

“I will love you Ser Brienne, Always and Forever…” you mutter, tears of joy escaping your own eyes, which you we’re quick to wipe away as to not arouse any suspicion.

~~~

Larissa Weems

You had planned on giving it to her after dinner. It was your one year anniversary of you two being together, and you had the whole evening planned out.

But as you entered the blonde’s office at Nevermore, you tripped and out fell your surprise. Luckily, Larissa was nimble and quick to help you up, but she immediately noticed the blue jewelry box. Your eyes widened as Larissa went to pick up the box, staring quizzically back at you.

“And what do we have here…?” She playfully purred.

You blushed.

“It was supposed to be a surprise for after dinner…” you muttered.

The blonde eyed you with her signature mischievous, glistening look that she always gave you when you’d been caught doing something. But as she went to open the box, her her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

Inside was a silver necklace with an infinity symbol and two silver circles, each engraved with your and Larissa’s initials…

“Do you… Do you like it…?” You hesitantly asked.

Finally, Larissa’s gaze met yours again. Her eyes shone with radiance and love, and a small water line was threatening to spill from her eyes.

“I… I love it…” she whispered, looking back at the necklace and then back to you.

“Will you help me put it on?”

Your face lit up at her positive reaction and you nodded lovingly. You took the jewelry piece and hung it around her cream, poised neck, clipping it in the back with ease. You stood back to admire your ease, but Larissa started to come forward.

“What are you—”

Your words were cut off by Larissa’s soft lips connecting with yours. A small sigh left your lips, which Larissa happily swallowed. After a minute, you both pulled away slightly. Larissa’s hand was fidgeting with the necklace.

“Always and Forever…?” She whispered, staring you down intently and lovingly.

“Always and Forever.” You whispered back, ghosting your lips against hers once more.

~~~

Miranda Hilmarson

Her eyes immediately started welling up with tears of joy as you presented two necklaces, one with Miranda’s initials and one with yours.

“Now we’ll always be with each other.” You cooed with a loving smile.

“I love them…” Miranda chocked out, tears now running down her face.

“Oh Babe, I didn’t mean to make you cry…” you cooe.

Suddenly the tall blonde pulls you into her tight embrace. She hugs you tightly with love. You instantly relax in her arms, until she’s squeezing you to death with (literally and figuratively).

“Babe… can’t breathe…” you gasp.

A flood of concern washes over the blondes face and she immediately loosens her hold on you.

“Sorry…” the blonde whispers, blushing softly.

“All good, babe…” you cooe.

“Luv you.” Miranda murmered into the crook of your neck.

“Love you too, Babe…” you cooe.

“Always and Forever…?” She vulnerably mumbles.

“Always and Forever, babe.” You reassured the tall, short haired blonde.

~~~

Lucifer Morningstar

You approached the Lightbringer as they stood tall on their balcony, gazing over their domain.

“Master…?” You whimpered, not wanting to interrupt or anger them.

“What is it, Little one?” They hum, still viewing the vast land of hell.

“I… I made something for you…”

At this, the Lightbringer turned their head to your small frame.

“Oh? And what might it be…?” They ask.

You hold your hand out and open your fist to reveal a piece of metal, a homemade, refined pendant with their initials inscribed on it on a simple chain.

“I made this for you… As a reminder of who you are, that you aren’t what God has deemed you to be…”

“Thank you, little one.” They say, taking the piece.

You nodded and left the throne room. Only when you had gone did Lucifer alike themselves to smile and blush at the thoughtful gift you had given to them.

And since then, whenever Lucifer went out, they always wore your necklace. It would always bring a smile to your face when you caught a glimpse of it under their garments at a meeting or in the throne room.

Only later on did the Lightbringer realize that their was a back inscription: Always and Forever.

~~~

Captain Phasma

You knew it was a bit cheesy. But you couldn’t help yourself. And when Phasma saw it, she stared at you speechlessly.

“A key?”

“It’s not just a key…” you explained, “It’s symbolic, you see it has my initials on it, and it’s supposed to mean that you are the key to my heart…”

“God, that’s so cheesy…” Phasma chuckled.

You bit your lip nervously.

You knew she wouldn’t like it…

But as you went to take the necklace back, Phasma swiftly moved her hand aside.

“I like it.” She decisively stated.

You blushed.

“Good.” You chirped.

The next week, Phasma came up to you with a small box. You looked at her curiously and opened the box. It was a lock with her initials on it, connected to a chain.

“Just a reminder that you belong to me and that I alone have the key to your heart, body, and mind…” she husked und your ear.

Now you really blushed. You nodded.

From there on the two of you always wore the necklaces underneath your uniforms. It was your promise to each other. Always and Forever.

~~~

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[pumpkin-cake]

Midnight Rain

(part three of ???)

-part one- -part two-

tyler galpin x gn!reader

summary - things go wrong at the Poe Cup !

tw - cursing, some violence

really minor spoilers for WEDNESDAY !

You woke up bright and early the next morning. The morning of the stupid event your stupid mother was stupidly making you do. Your eyes adjusted to the light in your room, and you forced yourself out of bed so you could get into your uniform to which you’d soon change out of into a very embarrassing cat costume. Why couldn’t you be apart of say, Xavier Thorpe’s group? They got to dress as cool scary clown-jester things. Oh wait. You HAD to be in Ophelia Hall.

Well, to be honest, it didn’t matter what you looked like, since you were gonna be changing anyway.

You got yourself ready for the day ahead of you, leaving your dorm to grab breakfast. All you heard was chatter about the Poe Cup. How Bianca was probably going to win again, and how annoyed they were over it. You ignored it, you heard talk like that all the time. Bianca was just crazy talented, and in your opinion others were just jealous. She was also dating a crazy attractive dude, so she had that going for her too.

You eventually found Bianca in the Quad, sitting next to Xavier who didn’t seem very interested in whatever she was saying. His pencil furiously scribbled across his paper, his brow furrowed in concentration. Bianca’s eyes met yours and she decided to ditch Xavier, who merely nodded in acknowledgement as she stood and went over to you.

“You ready for today?” She asked, the two of you heading to an empty table.

“As I’ll ever be.” You sighed, rubbing your temples.

“Your mom make you do it again?” She chuckled.

“Yup.” You muttered, taking a sip of your drink. The coffee at Nevermore wasn’t as good as the coffee at Weathervane. “Even gave me a whole plan.”

“You’ve got the principal on your team?” She scoffed a bit and crossed her arms. “Not fair.”

“You really think I’m gonna put in all my effort?” You snorted in reply. “I don’t care as much as my teammates about winning this stupid cup. It doesn’t matter that Mom came up with the plan if I don’t give a single shit about it.”

“Well, you have a point.” She agreed, resting her cheek against the palm of her hand and glancing over to Xavier, who was still drawing away.

“…alright, spill.” You hummed, finishing your coffee. “What did he do?”

“He just got all bitchy with me this morning.” She said with a frown. “Said something about trust? I dunno, I was too tired to comprehend a lot of it.” She tapped her nails on the table.

“You think it’s cuz you’re a siren?” You inquired. “If he’s talking weird about trust. Unless you did something that I don’t know about.”

“(Y/n), you know I’d tell you. Or he would, telling you to tell me like you’re some messenger pigeon.”

“I already told him I’m done being Hermes for him.” You chuckled. “Got tired of it last fight.”

“It wasn’t a fight!” She defended, almost pouting when you quizzically raised a brow. “Whatever, but I swear I didn’t do anything to prompt it.”

“Maybe his little white boy ego is insecure for whatever reason.” You suggested. “You’ve never used your powers on him before, have you?”

“(Y/n)! You know I’d never!”

“Exactly. Then I think this is a ‘Xavier Thorpe can’t communicate’ case. Talk to him.” You shrugged, earning a sigh from Bianca.

“It’s not that easy.” She said, looking back to you. “If you were in a relationship, you’d know.”

“Uh huh. Well I am definitely not in a relationship.” You chuckled, finishing up your food. “Don’t plan to be.”

“Oh yeah?” She cocked an eyebrow, glancing to your phone on the table as it lit up. “Who’s Tyler?”

Your eyes followed her to the phone, to which a banner appeared on your lock screen, which was a message from Tyler.

“No one.” You said simply, taking your phone and putting it in your pocket.

“Oh no, now you gotta tell me.” Bianca demanded with a mischievous grin. “You talkin’ to someone?”

“He’s just the barista from Weathervane.”

“Why do you have just the barista from Weathervane’s number in your phone, hm?”

“He’s been tutoring me, I guess.”

“Just tutoring?”

“Bianca!”

“Okay okay, kidding, sorry. But seriously, the barista at Weathervane’s been tutoring you?” She questioned, sitting up as she was now fully interested.

“Yeah. That’s how I aced my homework assignment.” You chuckled.

“Isn’t he the sheriff’s son?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. Why?”

“Well, a dude named Tyler who works at Weathervane who is also the sheriff’s son destroyed Xavier’s mural in town along with some of his buddies.” Bianca said. “He was pretty upset about it.”

Weird.

Tyler doesn’t seem like the type who’d do something like that. He was so sweet to you, and always seemed more introverted. His dumb friends came into the coffee shop every once in a while, and Tyler always seemed so uncomfortable.

“Huh. I’ll mention it to him next time I see him.” You promised, before checking your watch. “We might wanna go get ready. It’s about that time.”

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“O. M. G.”

Here we go.

“(Y/n), you look so cute!” Enid squealed after you exited the tent in your black cat costume. You really hadn’t wanted to do the nose and whiskers, but Yoko pretty much forced you down.

“Don’t push it, Enid.” You sighed.

“So! You mentioned not being in the boat! What’s your plan?” She asked, a huge grin on her face.

“You’ll see.” You waved your hand. “Good luck, Enid.”

“Oh- well okay! Kick some butt, (Y/n)!” She grinned, and you gave another half-assed wave of your hand before trudging to your spot in the woods that your mother told you to wait at. Sure enough she was right.

Kent was standing there pretty awkwardly, but with anticipation. He seemed antsy.

Bianca probably came up with this one.

You stayed hidden, about ready to pull out your hair when your mom started her big long speech. It reminded you of her lectures. Finally, the cue was given to begin. You waited patiently until Kent dove into the water, and you did the same along with the item you held. He didn’t seem to notice, watching as his legs molded into a long tail.

Within about five seconds, you looked exactly like him. You shuddered at the feeling of the tail. Yuck. You clutched the net you held, taking a deep breath before darting over.

Alerted by the noise of your swimming, Kent whipped around and his jaw dropped at a copy of himself zooming towards him with a net. You swam circles around him before diving down and catching him in the net. You smiled cutely and waved, smacking his head with your newfound tail. His eyes rolled back into his head and he began to sink.

That was sort of…exhilarating.

You remembered the task at hand and swam towards the surface, looking for the canoes. You caught Bianca’s gaze, who glared and you and beckoned you over and angrily gestured to the vampire boat.

Right, you were currently Kent.

You decided to play along as to not arouse suspicion. You darted underwater over to the boat, before placing your hands on the boat and shaking. There were yelps from the vampire as their boat began to rock back and forth. You gasped as a compartment in the bottom of the boat opened and a full spear shot out. You let out a yelp and dodged, but the spear fully took out a good chunk of your forearm. You shrieked and grit your teeth, trying not to lose focus and change back into your original self.

You shot up and grabbed the side of the boat and flat out pulled it over angrily, pretty pissed that you were losing a bunch of blood from your forearm. You punched a couple vampires in the face and darted off. By the time you caught up to everybody else, they had gotten to the island. A couple people were guarding the boats, and you waited patiently from afar.

You spotted Xavier and Rowan running back with their flag. They hurriedly got into the boat and their team began to row away. Bianca soon followed, and she shouted angrily at who she thought was Kent to get them. You rolled your eyes and swam after Xavier’s boat, doing the same thing you did with the first boat. You made sure to keep an eye out for traps, not wanting to get impaled or anything.

Just as you thought, some compartments opened and curved blades appeared. They were about eight of them protruding from the bottom, all in L shapes pointing to the edges of the boat. You grit yourself teeth and carefully swam to behind the boat in hopes to slow it down.

But you forgot about one crucial thing. Or one crucial person.

The resident telekinetic.

You felt an invisible force grab you by the throat and force you up out of the water. You let out a shout and gripped at your neck, obviously grabbing onto nothing.

“Uh-!” Rowan’s eyes were wide, like he didn’t know what to do next. He looked at Xavier in a panic.

“Knock him out or something!” Xavier yelled.

Your mind raced. You needed to come up with an idea and quick. You took a deep breath and started to shift into Rowan himself, hoping to scare him enough that he would drop you. Everyone in the boat was completely stunned, and Rowan let out a shout and quickly threw you back into the water. Your head collided with the side of the boat and then…

Everything went dark.

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When you came to, you felt your head pounding. Your ears rang as you slowly opened your eyes, which one of them also felt sore as well. The light was bright. Too bright.

“(Y/n)! Oh my gosh, you’re alive!” A loud voice exclaimed, only making your head pound even more.

“Shh!” Someone else shushed, but you could hardly see the people in front of you because of how bright the light was.

“Wh…huh?” You said groggily, your eyes adjusting to the light. There in front of you was your entire team, back in their uniforms but still wearing the cat makeup. “Guys?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Enid said, not listening to whoever had shushed her. “I had no clue that was you the whole time! Xavier Thorpe said your name or something or said something about you and then we all saw you in the water!”

Oh. Right. Rowan dropped you. You being unconscious must have reverted you back to your regular form.

“Did we lose?” You asked, and Enid smiled half-heartedly.

“Yeah. Only because we stopped to go get you.”

Your heart sank. They lost because of you. You were so careless and got hurt, and they all suffered.

“Oh. Okay.” You breathed out. You knew they’d all try to reassure you, but you weren’t going to believe them anyway so what was even the point?

Then, a light clearing of the throat got the attention of everyone. There stood your mother, an almost unreadable expression on her face. Your teammates got the idea, waved to you and left. Once they cleared, she sat at the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Not great. My head feels awful.” You said honestly. “My eye kind of hurts too.”

Your eye pain wasn’t as prominent as your headache, but you didn’t think much of it as you reached up to rub it. Your mother tensed. You were confused for a split second and then you felt it. The skin didn’t feel as the rest of your body. It felt rough and uneven. It wasn’t some dry skin, either.

“Mom. Get me a mirror.” You said, feeling the rough bit of skin around your left eye. It was in a longer stripe going up and down the eye.

She sighed and fished around in her pocket and pulled out a compact mirror, handing it over and lightly putting her hand on your leg for comfort. You opened the mirror and held it up to reflect your face.

There was a scar running over your left eye. Gross and ragged skin in a line about half an inch thick and about five inches long.

“Mom…what the hell happened?” You breathed out shakily, reaching up and tenderly running two fingers along the scar.

“When Mr. Laslow dropped you off the side…you knocked your head and one of the blades sticking out from their boat…well, you can see.” She sighed. “You’re lucky your teammates pulled you out in time. You could have…drowned.” She said, her voice strained as if she were forcing them out.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, shutting the mirror and tossing it on the bed. “And you made me do this stupid thing!”

Anger suddenly welled up inside you. You had never wanted to participate. You only agreed at first because Enid was sick, and it was unfair to her to risk losing like that. But because of your mom’s need to win, you suffered. You could have died.

“I never wanted to do this!” You shouted, relieved the infirmary was empty. You moved your leg away from her hand. “This is all your fault!”

She flinched, like she knew you were right, but she didn’t reply.

“Now I have this ugly scar and maybe even brain damage from almost drowning! I hope every time you see me you get reminded of what you did! Now get out!”

Your mother winced once more and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I know that people your age says things they don’t mean.” She breathed out, standing. “I’ll let the nurse take care of you for now. I love you very much, dear.” She leaned down, planting a motherly kiss on the top of your head before walking out.

Well maybe you were a bit harsh.

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After being looked at by the nurse for about a day, it was determined you were now suffering from mild hypoxia brain damage.

Basically, the restricted flow of oxygen being supplied to the brain had fucked up your head. Luckily, it wasn’t severe, and the nurse told you not to worry about any of the more intense side effects. She did warn you about headaches, disorientation, poor concentration, and difficulty coordinating balance. It also turns out you’d been out cold for a day when you first lost consciousness.

Great. More impairments for your grades.

The nurse let you go and you made a beeline for your room, angrily throwing the door open and shut. You sat on your bed and took some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down and think things through. You knew your mom didn’t want anything terrible to happen to you, what you said just slipped out. You should be angry at Rowan, not her.

You were interrupted by your thoughts by a buzzing of your phone, that was oddly charging on your nightstand. You didn’t remember putting it there.

You took it off the charger and checked it. There were a lot of messages from your friends. Bianca had sent about fifty, Enid about fifty-five, and Xavier around ten. You decided you could catch up with them later. You see them like, every day.

What really caught your eye was Tyler’s name popping up. He only sent you about two messages.

Yesterday: Hey! Haven’t heard from you. Hope you won!

Today: I didn’t see you today. Everything alright?

Why did he bother texting you? You couldn’t believe he even remembered. Guess you were the star customer of Weathervane.

You quickly typed a response.

Yeah, just some injuries from the Cup. I should be back tomorrow.

You were very surprised at how fast he replied.

Oh no! I hope you’re feeling alright. Although, if you are coming tomorrow, I am off work.

Oh? That’s alright, I can just not come in.

No no no! I actually wanted to see if you wanted to grab a coffee and sit with me?

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

HOLY SHIT.

Was he asking you on a date?

Like…a date?

Y’know, yeah. Like a date. I’d like to get to know you more aside from tutoring

If that’s okay, of course

Holy. Shit.

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tags 🏷 @justageek @peachycupotea @realmermaid333 @noahspector @mizzydr @gasolinesavages @elizabeth916

[fadingdaggerr]

heaven’s gate

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (r is only ever referred to as queer, no other specifics)

summary: locking eyes with a woman at a bar and finding purpose in her kiss

warnings (in order): alcohol consumption, making out, smut (thigh riding, fingering, eating out, heavy praise), r is a simp the whole time, so much side character use bc i like making up lil stories about the little people in my head, pretty dialogue heavy in some parts

note: sorry i’ve been gone, i’ve had severe writers block and my birthday was this past weekend so i was out and about. never written smut before so this is different from my usual comfort zone, let me know what y’all think <3 i also tried to keep r neutral as possible to accommodate all presentations and identities :)

the wind whipped against your face as you steadily continued along the sidewalk, numbing your cheeks. the honking of cars and chatter around becoming white noise as you were dead set on your destination, only need at this point to get out of the wind tunnels. an arm looked through yours suddenly, breaking your pace slightly.

“babe, you have got to slow down. these boots are not meant for walking, they’re for attracting,” parker says as he clings to you for warmth, even with his long emerald green jacket on.

you laugh a little, “i’m not freezing my ass off because you chose heeled shoes when you knew damn well we’re in the old district. that means cobblestone streets. i thought you had a college degree?” he shoves you with a laugh, there’s no point in arguing with the truth. he complains the rest of the way, and you just ignore him until he finally stops when the club comes into view.

the vibration of the music could be felt in the floors, on the chairs, at the bar. everything hummed together, music and voices. you took it all in until a rum and coke slid right next to your hand. you nod at the bartender in thanks, turning to take in the club, smiling at the group taking a photo in from of the lavender’s orbit sign with giant smiles and little pride flags in hand. your eyes continue to scan as you bring your glass to your mouth, then double back when a set of eyes connects with yours.

resting against a tall stool, martini in hand, was the most enchanting being you’d ever seen. lips curved into a smirk at your staring, but it didn’t stop you. you allow your eyes to travel down, taking in her short, white dress and her long legs, watching as blue and purple lights sway and highlight her body. your eyes snap back go to hers, returning her smirk before continuing your look around.

you find parker by the pool tables, cheering on the group playing there, not so subtle in his hands caressing one of their arms. you shake your head with a laugh, he was on a mission, just as he had said before you’d left. parker sees you and waves your over excitedly.

“okay, okay so will you play pool with me? and like, help me get them to like me?” he says pointing at the person in bleach-dyed overalls, only a red binder underneath.

“one game,” you say holding up one finger, “i’m not playing matchmaker all night, there’s someone i think i need to talk to by the bar.”

he jumps a little, hugging you, “okay perfect, one game is all i need. then i can help you get some.”

you grab a cue stick, applying chalk as you speak, “i don’t need help. and i think you’ll be a little to preoccupied to help me anyways.”

the object of parker’s affection, max, and their friend arlo, let you break the set. a singular solid ball fell in, putting you into a head start. as the game continued, you told parker what to do so that you could both win and help him with max, which didn’t seem to be an issue. the eight ball was your last in, as you aimed, you could feel eyes on you, burning into your back. turning, you see the woman from earlier watching, new drink, same look in her eyes. you nod towards her then shoot, the eight ball drops into the cup.

parker grabs you, jumping as he holds you, mostly just shaking you like a rag doll. max and arlo shake your hand. deepening their voices to sound all gruff and puffing their chests as they both say “good game, good game,” before breaking and laughing at themselves.

the three step away to get more drinks, and you turn back to where the woman in white had been, but instead she was walking back from the bar, two drinks in hand. she approaches you, setting one drink in your hand. a rum and coke.

“larissa,” she says, “that was quite the game.”

you accept the drink with a smile, introducing yourself, “the game? i don’t recall your eyes being on the cues.”

“perhaps not, but how could they look at anything else?” her words send a shiver down your spine, “let’s go sit, darling.”

you begin moving to find a place to sit down and talk with her. her hand rests on your hip as you walk to keep close to you and not get separated. her touch was electrifying, even through your shirt. you let her sit first, then place yourself next to her, close enough that your legs touch and her perfume fills your nose.

“what do you do for work, larissa?” you ask, eyes looking into hers. you couldn’t see how blue they were before, cursing the dim lighting around you for not gifting you this privilege earlier.

“i’m an english teacher at nevermore, it’s a private academy up in jericho,” she says proudly.

you nod excitedly, “i’ve heard of it! my friend jaya went there in high school since she lived closer to there than byron’s home in rochester.”

her eyes widen, voice nervous, “you know about outcasts?”

you grab her hand, “i am an outcast, i went to byron’s. maybe you know her, jaya o’leary? gorgon, perfect eyebrows despite not getting them done ever in her life?”

larissa laughs, “yes! we had a couple classes together during third year, that’s quite the coincidence.”

“all roads lead back,” you say, mostly to yourself. larissa’s lips form into a soft smile, the hand that’s still in yours tightening.

“what do you do?” she asks.

“i’m a counselor. i run support groups and one-on-ones for anyone in need, we have varying specialists and everything,” you say before you take a sip of your drink.

larissa leans closer, “what do you specialize in?” there’s genuine interest in her voice, and it makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

“queer adolescence and trauma. there’s a lot of kids that need a place to just exist as they are, and home is a confinement cell,” you say looking down into your lap, then back to larissa. she smiles at you, thumb running across yours.

“that’s an admirable profession, you should be incredibly proud of yourself,” her words are so heartfelt that you feel your chest bloom.

“thank you. and for the record, teaching is equally important. it’s a multi-faceted role, you should be proud too,” your eyes are locked with hers, trying to convey that your words are true.

just as she’s about to reply, a scream of your name catches both your attentions. parker’s freckles face popping into view as you watch him bob and weave through the crowd quickly until he stands before you with a giant smile. he almost speaks, but his eyes move to larissa then back to you with a playful smile.

“first of all, nice. second, wow. third, i am going to disappear for a little bit, are you okay here? i can stay if you need me too,” his words are hopeful, but you know his promise of staying is just as true, he’d never leave you if you said no.

“i’m okay, go have your fun and text me. for the love of god, wear a condom. and for the love of your best friend, do not give me extreme details about this later or i will vomit in your shoes,” you say as you shoo him away. he grabs your face and presses a fat kisses to your cheek with an i love you, i love you, i love you, before running off to max.

you groan and wipe your cheek, where did the gloss come from? larissa giggles next to you at the interaction, hand over her mouth. “nice and wow? he’s sweet,” she laughs.

your head hangs low, “that would be parker, the bane of my existence and my assigned ward at this point.” this makes her laugh again, and you almost think you heard angels singing.

“would that be the reason you didn’t come up to me sooner?” larissa prods.

you laugh a bit, looking at her through your lashes, “unfortunately, yes. he needed me to help him win the game so that he could look good.”

her tongue goes across her teeth, “i think it worked better for you, at least in my opinion.”

it’s your turn to lean a little closer now, “well i almost lost because someone, not going to name names, was quite distracting during the final round.”

her hand leaves yours, much to your dismay, but quickly finds its way to your thigh, “oh, i’m sorry. how could i ever make it up to you, almost-loser?” her tone and fake pout nearly kill you on the spot, her touch was making the fire within you burn hotter and hotter.

your hand rises to her neck, caressing her jaw with your thumb. she was so beautiful it was making you dizzy, but you spoke regardless, “i think you’ve already made it up to me just being right here,” you feel her cheek warm under your hand, “maybe i should be thanking you, you might have been my good luck charm instead.”

her lips are only centimeters from yours as she says, “maybe you can repay me then somehow.”

—

her lips were soft, but her kiss was not. her teeth nipped at your bottom lips as she pulled away to breathe, only to pull you back in. one hand gripped her waist, the other against the brick wall behind her to hold you up. her own held you face, keeping you as close as possible. the breathy moans she let out through the kiss made your grip on her tighten, then slide down more, just over the curve of her ass. you pull her hips into you, making another noise leave her.

her lips detach detach from yours, angling her head down, she begins to nip at your neck. you could’ve sworn she was a drug, your own personal aphrodisiac. your hand slides down more, catching her thigh and bringing it to your hip, pressing your hips into hers to give some friction. a noise escapes her at this action, something that makes you need to kiss her again, truly kiss her.

you lean away, ducking your head to catch her lips once again, kissing her with less lust and more intimacy. you savor the way she shivers as your fingers draw little patterns on her thigh as you kiss her, pouring everything into it. she pulls away, panting lightly. your lips migrate to her neck, gentle kisses and nips as you both catch your breath.

through heavy breaths larissa says, “my hotel is only six blocks away.”

your head leaves her neck, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “my apartment is four.”

your eyes stay locked together, both of you grinning like teenagers. you whip your phone out of your back pocket, opening parker’s contact.

to: park nasty going back to my place. do NOT come back unannounced i was serious about the shoe thing. be safe ily

you shove your phone back in your pocket, hand now extended to larissa. she immediately takes it, weaving her fingers with yours and wrapping the other arm around yours, holding you to her. you’re about to speak to her again when you phone chimes.

from: park nasty ily babe go get some!! and a little more!!!! lord knows i’m about to go back for thirds

larissa reads the message from beside you, laughing at the outlandish text. you groan at it before typing your own quickly

to: park nasty damn give the poor thing a little recovery time u absolute creature. i’m not gonna feel bad for u tomorrow when u complain

you chuckle and put your phone back in your pocket. you look at larissa before you both burst out laughing. she didn’t even know parker but she basically got the full extent of him within one text and watching the two of you interact while playing pool and when he came to you both.

“i see what you mean by the assigned ward thing now,” she says through a chuckle.

you guide her to your street, “he’s a menace, but he’s the best friend anyone could ask for. the descriptive details of his sex life are the price i pay for friendship.”

she just has to ask, “park nasty?”

you cackle, “he decided on day one of us meeting at byron’s that that would be his name in my phone. he thought it would stick, like everyone would call him that or something.”

she laughs with you, “and did they?”

“no!” you laugh loudly, “who’s gonna call a fourteen year old boy that?” she giggles at the story, “but i never changed it because i thought it was so stupid that it was hilarious.”

larissa clings to you and rests her head against yours as you unlock the gate in front of the door, then enter the code to get into the building. you have her step ahead of you, guiding her to your door with a gentle hand on her lower back. she’s back against you as you unlock your door and let yourselves in. you grab her purse and place it on the bench behind the door, then take her coat hanging it on the hooks, along with your own.

just as you look back at her, her lips crash into yours. you immediately kiss her back, hands flying to her hips and holding her tight. hers found their way to hold the back of your neck, blunt nails digging into your skin. you began walking her backwards to your room, staying against the door for a minute as you savor each others touch. you fumble for the knob, backing her in once the door is closed. you’re completely overtaken by her, her lips, her touch, the way she’s holding you like you’ll disappear.

larissa’s knees hit the bed, and she pulls you to her lap as she sits down. you push her back more, laying her on the bed. you lips migrate from hers to her neck, creating more marks to go with the ones from before. working your way down, you press kisses to the expanse of her chest, pale skin just begging to be painted in your affection.

larissa’s legs shift and you suddenly find yourself under her, her dress riding up and exposing more of her thighs. her lips go back to assaulting yours, her hands sliding underneath your shirt to trace the skin of your abdomen. only breaking away to gently ask, “is this okay?”

you smile at her, leaning up to kiss her cheek, “more than okay, i promise.”

her lips are back on yours, your hands are back on the creamy skin of her thighs. she was your new drug of choice, you couldn’t stop the venturing of your hands on her body as her lips and tongue pulled soft moans from you. you need more of her, as much as she’ll allow you.

you shift your hips, raising your right leg to press you thigh to her center, making her lips stutter as she moaned against your chest. her hips instinctually buck against your thigh again, and you hear her breath hitch.

“are you okay? we can stop,” you ask gently, gently stroking the skin of her thigh to assure her.

“don’t,” she rushes out, “i want this, i want you.”

there’s nothing to do except kiss her, kiss her so that it feel like a promise. your hands slide from her thighs to her hips, slowly guiding her against you. she moans into your mouth and your hands move her hips faster, her pleasure was all you could think about.

her moans grew whinier as she desperately moved against you. her forehead pressed into yours as her release grew closer and closer.

“you’re so beautiful,” you mutter, pressing your lips to hers, sitting up so she was now on your lap. the new angle and your words forced a filthy moan from her lips, “and you sound so beautiful. god, how do i deserve this?”

larissa could only kiss you harder, stealing the breath from your lungs. her hips wild against your thigh, the feeling of your hands gripping her hips, it was all too much. your lips found their way to her chest again, you nudge fabric out of the way to kiss along her breasts, gentle love bites that were soothed by your tongue.

larissa’s hips began to falter, moans becoming louder and longer. you flex your thigh more, kissing her as you move her hips faster. her hands grip at you shoulders, eyes screwed tight with pleasure. she was so close.

“open your eyes, baby. i wanna see you, can i see your beautiful eyes?” you ask as you kiss her neck and jaw, biting the skin every now and then, “please?”

larissa’s eyes flutter open, lust-drunk eyes looking into yours. you quickly reward her by pushing her further down on your thigh, making a sweet moan come from her as she looks into your eyes.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” a kiss to her chest, “you’re doing so well,” a kiss to her neck, “you can let go whenever you’re ready,” a kiss to her jaw, “i can’t wait to see you fall apart just for me,” a final kiss to her lips.

your words seem to be the undoing of larissa weems. she moans loudly against your lips, hips quickening then stuttering. blue eyes find yours as a long and beautiful song escapes her, thighs shaking. you’re in awe, entirely captivated by her. you can already tell that you’re not going to be able to let her go, your mind had been screaming to keep her close since you saw her. this sight was the only thing that mattered now, pleasing larissa was your life mission.

her forehead drops to yours, eyes shut, breath heavy. you stay there for a moment, unmoving, allowing her to come down peacefully. your raise your arm slowly, gently brushing hair from her face before cupping her cheek. her cheek presses into your palm, and you just have to kiss her. it’s soft and sweet, just a reminder that she’s cared for. she pulls back, eyes opening slowly. all you can do is smile at her, and she returns it gently. your lips find her cheek, pressing a few kisses to her skin.

“where the hell have you been?” she says with a breathy laugh.

you smile harder at her words, “i’ve been right here. guess you’ll have to come to the city more often.”

“or you’ll just have to come to jericho,” she says playfully.

you kiss her softly before speaking, “i have a good reason to it seems. a very beautiful reason at that.”

she pushes you back, leaning over you to press her lips against yours. the dance is slow, meaningful. her tongue grazes your lips for entry, and she’s given it without second thoughts. she kisses with full passion, telling you everything with every movement. she sucks on your bottom lip, making you groan and pull her face closer. all you want, need is her. you whine as she pulls back, and she gives you a quick kiss to appease you.

her fingers begin to lift your shirt up slowly, eyes searching for permission. you grab one of her hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. you grab her other hand and guide them both under your shirt, letting her know you’re okay. she strips you of your shirt, and kissing down your chest and belly. her hands find your belt buckle, undoing it quickly while you lift your hips help her remove it. she climbs back up, kissing a trail from waist to your lips. your hands fall to her back, finding the zipper of her dress as she lazily kissed you.

she sits up and her dress falls down, revealing a lack of bra, leaving her in ruined panties. you sit up and your lips immediately find her chest, wrapping around one nipple as your hands traced her body. your tongue swirls around her, leaving her skin with with a gentle kiss before moving to the other.

“god, you feel so good,” she lets out breathily, whimpering at your touch. after a bit she forces your head away from her chest, pushing you back down to remove your pants and her dress, evening the amount of clothing you both wore.

the view of her above you was breathtaking, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. her hair was messy, lipstick smudged around her face, bruises and bites across her neck and chest. she was a goddess in your presence.

“what are you staring at me for?” she whispers, insecurity well hidden.

“you’re… you’re just so god damn gorgeous larissa,” you pull her down and roll so that you’re on top of her, “i can hardly believe you’re here, that you’re even real,” you kiss her softly. your lips trail down her neck, to her chest, down to her stomach, “and i get to see you like this.”

she pulls you up to her again, kissing you soundly, “it’s hard to believe you’re real yourself. never has anyone spoke to me like this, even made me feel like this.”

you frown at her words, mad at her past lovers for not appreciating her enough. “can i show you how beautiful you are?” you ask gently, nuzzling your nose against her cheek before continuing, “can i taste you?”

she groans at your words, turning her face to kiss you hard, “please.”

you kiss her again, trailing back down her body. reaching her center, you place a light kiss to her thigh, biting the plush surface then soothing it with your tongue. your fingers lightly trace up her legs to hook in her panties and pull them down. you bite your tongue, nearly moan at the sight.

you kiss along her thighs some more, slowly moving closer to where she needed you. you look up at her, “do you want me to continue?”

her hand reaches down for one of yours, and you are quick to follow, tangling your fingers together. she squeezes your hand, “yes.”

you kiss her mound gently, then move to her clit. wrapping your tongue around her, her hand grips yours. your tongue swirls her clit some more before going to taste her fully. your tongue gathers her wetness, you moan into her at the taste. the vibration alone makes larissa choke out a strangled moan. you continue to lap at her, slow, long strokes against her, savoring every second.

a long lick up back to her clit, sucking it gently, working larissa up. your hand that was wrapped around her thigh came to her entrance, slowly pressing your middle finger into her. she moans softly at the touch, squeezing your hand as you pumped your finger slowly.

“more,” she whines, “please.”

you follow command, adding your ring finger when you push back into her again while your tongue plays with her clit. a deep moan leaves her, only egging you on. quickening the pace of both your tongue and your fingers, you feel her legs wrap around you.

you pull back from he clit, pressing a kiss to it when she whimpers. “do you want more, baby?” your only response is a nod and a moan of your name.

your mouth is back on her, only to pull away again to watch her take a third finger. when your forefinger enters her as well, her moans echo off the walls. she pulls the hand she’s holding, wanting for your lips. you keep your fingers in her, letting her adjust as you climb up to kiss her. her arms wrap around your shoulders while her hips chase your fingers, moaning into your mouth. your thumb finds her clit, toying it in circles at the same pace as your fingers fuck into her faster.

you shove your face into her neck, sucking the skin and licking it and she grinds harder against you. she grows frantic in her movements as she gets closer, her walls hugging your fingers.

you move back down, replacing your thumb with your mouth. her moans become more whispers, her breathing shallow. “you can cum, baby. let me taste you,” you whisper.

your tongue and fingers move together at a fast pace, willing larissa to cum. the tight curl your fingers inside her makes her cry your name out as she climaxes. you remove one finger at a time as you slowly fuck her through her orgasm, bringing your fingers to your mouth to clean them. her eyes bore into you as she watches, you watch her in return. you keep your eyes on her as you clean her folds with her tongue, greedily taking every last drop of her.

“you taste like heaven,” you say as you kiss up her body, finding purchase in her neck. you press a kiss to her skin before asking, “you alright?”

she grazes her finger up and down your spine, “more than alright.”

you pull away from her, shuffling off the bed to stand up. she watches as you grab a t-shirt from the top of your dresser and throw it on, admiring you from the bed. “i’ll be right back,” you press a kiss to her cheek before turning to leave the room.

true to your word, you return within a minute, two bottles of water and a wet washcloth in hand. you prop the bottles on the nightstand closest to larissa and move between her legs to clean her up. she winces slightly, still sensitive, but you make it up to her with kisses on her thighs and hips. you drop the washcloth in the hamper, grabbing a shirt for her from your dresser. you lay down next to her, just watching her as she puts your shirt on and lays down facing you.

“you’re welcome to stay, if you’d like. if not, i can walk you back to your hotel,” you say quietly.

“do you want me to go?” she asks at the same volume.

you shake your head against the pillow, “not at all. i’ll even buy you breakfast in the morning, anywhere you want.”

larissa looks at the clock, 3:36 looks back at her, “i think it’s going to be lunch by the time we wake up.”

“ever heard of a diner, gorgeous? they have breakfast all day. you can get…” you look in her eyes, pupils dilating for a moment, “crepes with berries and honey, and a hot chocolate with cinnamon on top whenever you please.”

she stares at you with wide eyes and mouth agape, “how the hell did you know that?”

you laugh, realizing you’d only told her you were an outcast and not what kind, “i’m a telepath, baby.”

she blinks a couple times, “you’ve been reading my mind the whole time?”

you grab her hand, playing with her fingers, “no, i choose when i want to listen in, took a while to figure it out though. i just wanted to know your favorite breakfast, so i just looked for that.”

she pulls you into her, laying on her back to have your weight on top of her, “you are utterly delightful.”

you prop your chin on her chest, “may i ask what kind of outcast you are?”

she takes a deep breath, this was always a dreaded question, but she found herself trusting you with her secrets. she exhales slowly, “i’m a shapeshifter.”

“that’s so cool, i know a couple shifters. parker’s a shifter, but he can only shift to this big ass dog. but not like a werewolf, it’s voluntary,” you say as you glide your fingers up her arm.

“explains the amount of energy he has,” she responds with a huffed laugh.

you giggle at her comment, “i would’ve guessed you were a siren, just from looking at you.”

she smiles, “why’s that?”

“because you’re fucking outrageously gorgeous, larissa. bewitching, truly,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you stretch across her to turn the light off before nuzzling into her. you fall asleep to her steady breathing and calm heartbeat, larissa’s arms wrapped securely around you.

—

you wake up in the morning with your face shoved in your pillow, a weight across your back. you crack an eye open, looking down to see a pale hand next to yours. memories of the night before flood your mind, lips growing into a smile. grabbing her hand, you bring it to your lips, gently kissing her fingers. lifting her arm just a tad, you turn and bury yourself in her chest, wrapping your arm around her as well. her arms wrap tighter around you, a yawn passing her lips. you kiss the skin against her neck closest to your lips, mumbling a morning, baby.

she hums in return, snuggling into you as she wakes up. you run your hands along her side, gently coaxing her into the waking world as you press soft kisses to her skin. finally moves by rolling over, trapping you below her, stealing a kiss from your lips. “good morning, lovely,” she whispers.

your peace is interrupted by your phone ringing from the nightstand. she reaches for your phone and and hands it to you, you kiss her hand in thanks. park nasty is calling appears on your screen, you mumble curses as you go to answer.

“what?” you ask.

“good morning sweetheart, it’s lovely to hear from you too,” parker says sarcastically into the phone.

“whatever, i’m putting you on speaker. behave yourself, larissa’s here,” you demand.

“oooo, is that the sexy blonde from last night?”

“yes, now behave yourself,” you repeat before pressing the speaker icon.

“hello miss larissa!” larissa says ‘hello’ back through a little laugh, “anyways, you aren’t going to fucking believe my night. please tell me you’re free for lunch, i’ll be a normal amount of gross i promise,” parker speaks quickly and excitedly into the phone.

you look at larissa as you speak, “well, we were going to go get breakfast- don’t even fucking start,” you can already hear him an snickering on the other line, “maybe you and i can do dinner or something?”

parker suppresses his giggles, “oh, please let me come to breakfast! i need to properly meet this larissa, i wanna hear all about last night’s desser-”

“parker, i will call abuela so fucking help me,” you threaten, and he knows you would.

“okay, okay! but please, let me join!” he drags out the last word, “larissa! please, tell this meanie i can come to breakfast. i’ll be good, scout’s honor.”

larissa chuckles, “yes, you should most definitely join us.”

“larissa please, he wasn’t a boy scout. abuela thought it was american propaganda,” you plead.

“too late! text me where you cuties are going, love you both. bye!” parker hangs up immediately, not allowing room for discussion.

“i’m going to need to stop by my hotel before breakfast, i have nothing to wear.”

you nod in agreement, “i’d offer you something of mine, but it doesn’t really seem to be your style.”

getting up from the bed, you extend your hand to her, “shower before we leave?”

she takes your hand, following you to your bathroom. you grab the hem of the shirt she’s wearing, lifting it up to expose her love-stained chest. she returned the favor, removing your own, as well as your own underwear. she pulls you in for a short kiss, just loving the intimacy of the moment. you both shower quickly, not wanting to leave parker waiting too long, but savor in the closeness and quiet

once you dry off, you hand her her dress from last night, then walk to your closet to pull out a light blue sweatshirt and a sweater. you place the crew neck next to her while you tread to your dresser. pulling cargo jeans out, you slide them on, and your t-shirt is quickly replaced by the thick black sweater. larissa never takes her eyes off of you, shamelessly watching you change, admiring her handiwork across your neck and chest. you catch her staring, and she’s quick to grab the sweatshirt, throwing it on as a means to hide for just a moment.

—

the drive to her hotel was nice, you spent the short journey asking random questions, some pointless and minor, some more thoughtful. favorite colors, worst fears, best birthday present, embarrassing childhood moments, you loved learning about her. you wished you could slow time, freeze and rewind the last fifteen hours over and over again.

she pulls you to her hotel room with your hands interlocked. you gladly watch her go through her outfits with a soft smile on your face, seeing how she pieces together what to wear in her mind. you want to read her, but you won’t unless she allows you to, and even then you’ll likely never ask.

“which do you think?” she holds up a white satin blouse and a white cotton one, and all you can do is blink.

“i think you look best in nothing,” she throws the satin shirt at you, “jeez, woman! i say…” you lean over her bag, spotting a pair of straight-legged black pants, “these, and keep my sweatshirt on. you look good in my clothes,” you smile. she only kissed you in response, before disrobing to get changed for the day as you text parker.

“i can’t be bothered with makeup today,” she grumbles as she laces up a pair of white boots.

you walk around to kneel down to tie the other shoe for her. “you don’t need it anyways,” you squeeze her thighs as you stand back up. “all set, gorgeous?” she nods, grabbing your hand.

—

larissa ends up applying mascara and tinted lip balm in the car while you head to the diner. parking across the street in the pharmacy lot, you jump out to open the door for her, bowing and extending your arm in jest. she smacks your arm playfully before wrapping her own around it.

sitting at table, your let you fingers dance along larissa’s thigh, both talking about random things while you wait for parker. neither of you noticed when he walked in until he slid into the and smacked his hands on the table. “good morning darling, meanie,” he nods to larissa and you respectively.

“so thirds went well i presume?” you say with a laugh.

he nods excitedly, “fourths and dessert too.”

you shake your head as the waiter puts menus down and asks what drinks you’d all like. latte, coffee, hot chocolate with cinnamon, you already knew. you stare at the menu while parker explains the beginning of the whole thing with max.

you turn to the breakfast page, pointing to the crepes for larissa. she smiles excitedly, mumbling to ask you if they have honey, “of course they do,” you say to her with a little smile.

“and so they had me like over the count- you’re not even listening. neither of you, i can’t believe this,” parker goes to smack you with his spoon when you bat him with the menu.

the waiter comes back, and takes your orders, taking a little to much care on larissa’s order. she pays him no mind, leaning on you while she orders, looking at you when you do. he seems to take the hint and quickly walks away, parker’s laugh taking place in his stead.

“doesn’t the fool know a basket of fruits when he sees one?” parker asks making larissa laugh, her hand flying to her mouth. her laugh makes you smile, eyes resting on her face.

“can i ask now?” parker asks, looking at you.

“three questions,” you say with a sigh.

“each?” he says with a sly smile.

“three total,” you say sternly making larissa chuckle again.

“where, how many times each, and are you u-hauling yet?”

your head smacks against the table before coming back up, “i hate you. my place, two and one, and watch your mouth.”

larissa’s head whips to you, eyes bulging out of her head. parker seems to put the pieces together first, because there’s a beat, then a crack of his laughter. he’s nearly struggling to breathe, then cries out when you kick him under the table. he resorts to holding back laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.

“had that much fun, huh?” he looks at larissa, his face turning red from laughter, “oh my god, larissa doesn’t get it. oh my god, please let me stay while you explain this.” you’re want to drown in your coffee cup, you have to explain this with parker across from you while in a public setting.

you duck your lips to her ear and whisper, “i told you that you tasted like heaven, didn’t i? brought me there with just the taste of you.”

you pullback and look at her face, her cheeks go fully red, eyes fluttering. parker is silent screaming at her reaction, you hold your head in your hands. you’re definitely snitching to abuela about his nosiness.

the waiter brings the food, crepes with berries and honey for larissa, eggs with toast and pan fries for you, and waffles with an absurd amount chocolate chips on top for parker. larissa immediately passes hot sauce to you, remembering your comment about loving tabasco sauce. you thank her with a smile, then glare at your friend when he does a little aaaawe.

“are you going to see max again?” larissa asks parker as he shoves half a waffle into his mouth.

he takes a sip of his coffee, “oh for sure. they’re too good not to, super sweet too. they would’ve come along but they had plans at their babcia’s place for lunch.”

you smile at him, “that’s awesome buddy.” you pick up a piece of cantaloupe from your fruit salad and pass it to him to take, he loves it while you loathe it. it just works.

he takes the melon from your fork, speaking while he chews, “what about you two? gonna keep up?”

you and larissa look at each other. you hadn’t even thought about it much, nothing past post-orgasm conversation. you want to say yes, but you don’t want to put pressure on her. she takes your hand under the table and speaks first, “definitely.”

you look at her, “yeah, vermont sounds pretty cool. i could spend some time there,” you turn to parker, “she teaches at nevermore.”

he perks up immediately, “you’re one of us?”

larissa smiles, “yes, i’m a shapeshifter. but i try to keep that a little quiet.”

parker’s grin is huge, dimples showing off, “totally get it. i’m a shifter too, people get a little freaked out by dogs that are five feet tall on all fours.”

larissa’s eyes widen as she looks at you, “you didn’t say he was five feet tall in that form.”

you shrug, “i told you he was a big ass dog.”

parker chuckles, “she was probably picturing a great dane, you moron,” he looks at larissa, “think the grim the harry potter, but lighter fur and better groomed.”

you laugh at his comparison, “sirius black was in prison for twelve years. did you want him to be all fresh and clean?”

larissa just laughs and watches in amusement as the two of you argue over the mauraders, her head on your shoulder, your arm around hers.

—

the rest of the time larissa is in the city, she’s with you. the next three days were spent touring around the city, going to shops and cafes, always ending in either your bed or her hotel’s, depending on which was closer. her departure time was steadily approaching, making you both a bit upset.

she lays her head on your chest, legs tangled with yours, sweat across both your bodies. you take the time to map her body with your fingers, needing to remember every inch of her. she was worth a six hour drive, hell she was worth a six century walk.

“what’s going on in your head?” she asks gently, “i can’t see into your mind, you know.”

you chuckle, kissing her forehead and hugging her close, “i’m just wondering how i can change my powers from telepathy to teleportation. would be so much easier.” she cuddles into you more, hugging you tight.

the next morning is slow, her alarm going off around six, even though she didn’t really need fo be up until seven. she just wanted more time with you. you spend part of your morning just holding each other, soft kisses holding promises. more kisses and hands between each others thighs in the shower, your name spelled on her clit with your tongue, her name falling from your lips as she brings you closer and closer.

you’re enjoying hot chocolate together in the lobby when her phone chimes, the nevermore car was only five minutes away. she looks at you with watery eyes, you bring your hands up to cup her face.

“it’s a six hour drive, whenever you want me there, i’ll be there. i know it’s harder for you to leave, i can organize and do meetings virtually time to time,” you kiss her cheek.

she shakes her head, “you’re job is too important, i can’t ask you to do that. that would just be selfish of me, they need you.”

“baby, i’m only working in person half the week with clients, the other half is all online. i’m a phone call away from any of them, you won’t be stealing me from anyone,” you assure her.

“you have to promise me you won’t sacrifice your job for me,” larissa demands.

you draw an x over your chest, “cross my heart. i’m not sacrificing my job, but i also don’t want to sacrifice you. i’m willing to make this work if you are.”

she kisses you hard, “i’m more than willing.”

you walk her to the car, putting her bags in for her. shooing away the driver, you open the door for her and guide her in. you lean your head into the car, “call me when you get home, okay?”

she holds the collar of your shirt to keep you close, “i’ll probably call you before i even get there.”

you smile and press a sweet kiss to her cheek, “please do, i’m gonna miss your voice.” you clear your throat, “i’ll see you soon, larissa.”

you start to back out of the car when she pulls your collar, pulling you into a long kiss, “better be soon.” she presses one last kiss to your lips before releasing your shirt, letting you back away and shut the door.

the car pulls off, and you watch until she’s gone from your sight. you make your way to your car, exhaling deeply before starting the engine and backing out of the lot.

you’re sitting on parker’s couch, legs draped across max’s lap while you both wait for parker to come back from the kitchen with snacks. community plays on the tv, one of the paintball wars playing quietly while the three of you were talking. your phone ringing breaks the silence, larissa <3 is calling.

“i gotta take this. i’ll be in parker’s room if you need me,” you say quickly to max and you scramble down the hallway.

you click the green answer button, “hey there, beautiful.”

you hear her laugh lightly, “i wanted to call you sooner, but there was horrible service. i’m almost to jericho now.”

“i’m glad you’re safe,” you say through a smile, giddy from her voice, “i’m at parker’s with max, i’m outnumbered here.”

larissa laughs again, making your heart swell, “i’m sorry, lovely. once you come to visit it’ll just be you and me, no being outnumbered or interrupted.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” you say, “fuck, is it embarrassing that i miss you already?”

“only if it’s embarrassing that i miss you quite a bit already as well,” she plays.

the bedroom door swings open, parker’s head popping in and pointing at the phone. the second you mouth larissa he grabs the phone and starts talking to her. you wrestle the phone out of his hand, shoving him out the door. “i’m telling abuela!” you yell down the hall, you can’t just hog your girlfriend is screamed back before bringing the phone back to your ear.

“sorry about that,” you say with a huff.

“it’s cute, the two of you fighting over me,” she jokes.

you laugh at her, “pray tell, who has won your affections?”

“park nasty,” larissa deadpans.

“oh my god, i’m hanging up,” you say as you don’t even move to do so.

“no, no, no, no, no. you win, of course you win,” she yells into the phone, “you win over everyone, i swear.”

“everyone? even sarah jessica parker?” you joke, referencing back to her confession of her childhood crush.

she laughs, “yes, even sarah jessica parker.”

banging in the door pulls you from the conversation, max and parker both beating on the door and calling fo you. gimme a second! is screamed at them.

“baby, i gotta go, homosexuals are beating down the door,” she laughs over the line, “let me know when you get to nevermore, okay?”

“i promise. and i’ll see you soon. goodbye, darling.

“bye, gorgeous. i’ll see you soon,” the line beeps as the call comes to an end.

feedback appreciated as always, love you a bushel and a peck <3