#may nevermore come back soon

[vastill]

Blue petals

Larissa Weems/fem!reader

warnings: 18+, NSFW, oral, fingering, sex pollen, pet names, swear words

words: 2000+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!!

A/N: hello darlings💚 im back and im back with a smut! i finally finished it and i think im happy with how it turned out. i hope you guys will enjoy it!!💚 let me know what you think!!

Principal Weems found solace in the quiet company of flowers whenever she felt overwhelmed. The plants in Nevermore’s greenhouse always were well-groomed and in the easiest way possible beautiful. She refrained from disturbing the botany teacher, so she would often venture to the greenhouse after her work hours.

However, a new plant had appeared in the garden. You were unsure how it got there and didn't have time to identify its species. Being a Nevermore teacher consumed most of your time. You decided to examine it over the weekend and, for now, simply transferred it to a pot and hid it at the back of the greenhouse to keep it out of sight.

On a Friday night, you were in your office studying the newfound plant. Searching some information in books and on some discussion forums for botanists. There was very little information about it, but it wasn’t poisonous. That’s comforting. You were scrolling through some articles and found the photo of said plant. It said sex pollen. You didn’t need more information to start sprinting to the greenhouse, hoping that no one got close to the plant.

How wrong you were.

While you were in your office, Principal Weems wandered into the greenhouse. There, she stood admiring the new plant you had acquired. It was remarkably beautiful, captivating her attention with its small size and vibrant, shining blue petals. She had never seen anything like it before. Curiously, she leaned in to sniff the plant, and its strong aroma awakened something within her, although she didn't think much of it. As soon as she heard footsteps approaching the greenhouse, she quickly left and returned to her office.

You rushed to the greenhouse to take care of the plant and started wondering whether you should inform Principal Weems about it. After all, some students might have interacted with the plant while you weren't watching. Yes, you should tell her. And with that, your walk to the principal’s office began.

Larissa didn’t know what happened, she was horny. She felt an intense urge to satisfy herself immediately, fearing that she might explode if she didn't. Her hands instinctively began to explore her body, starting from her neck and moving down to her chest. Her breasts were never this sensitive, and she was touching them through her blouse. She couldn't help but wonder how she would react when her most sensitive area was touched. Unintentionally, a moan escaped her lips. Just as she was on the brink of climax from the mere touch on her chest and neck, her blissful moment was interrupted by loud knocking. She quickly composed herself, making sure she appeared presentable and invited the person at the door to come in.

You walked into the office, Larissa seemed off, something was different in her, and for now, you couldn’t grasp what exactly.

“Principal Weems, hello, I’m sorry for the interruption but I need to inform you about a plant that was in my greenhouse.” You said quickly. You looked at her but she wasn’t saying anything, she was just staring at you. Her dilated pupils scanned over your silhouette. Were you dreaming? But the plant didn’t do anything to you. No, it didn’t, you were sure. So what is going on?

Fuck.

“Principal Weems? Did you go to the greenhouse today?”

“Hmm?” she shook herself from daydreaming.

“Did you go to the greenhouse today?”

“Oh yes, this new flower is exquisite, what kind it is?” Larissa said with a dreamy voice.

“Oh my, did you touch it? Or sniff it?” Please say you didn’t, please, please.

“Yes, I did. Why are you so tense up Y/N? Something happened?”

“Principal Weems, Larissa if I may, this flower produces something like, well it’s called sex pollen.”

“What?” That sobered her up a little. A sex pollen flower, that’s why she was feeling this way. “Oh my god, please tell me you are joking.”

“I am not, I’m sorry that I didn’t take care of it earlier. I just figured out what it is and walked straight to your office.”

“Fucking hell. Can I do something about it?” Larissa asked, her voice holding hope.

“Um..from its name, it only comes out of the body with..um intercourse or masturbation. You need to relieve yourself or someone needs to do this for you.” You told her, embarrassment visible on your face. You didn’t think you would be having this conversation with your boss. “I’m sorry I will leave you to it. If there will be some complications or something like that you know where to find me.” And with that, you left to your quarters.

Larissa was left alone, horny, and frustrated. She tried and tried. But anything brought her relief. She was left with only one choice.

Find you.

After you left, your mind wandered to the tall blonde and wondered how she was doing, specifically what she was doing. The images of Larissa pleasuring herself lingered in your mind. As you were getting ready to go to sleep, a knocking sound interrupted you.

You opened the door to see extremely angry Larissa.

“What happened? A-are there more difficulties? I don’t have an antidote yet.” You asked with worry in your voice, but when she looked at you with her eyes full of lust, you knew that wasn’t the problem.

“Can I come in? I don’t think it’s a matter I want to discuss where anyone can hear me.” She said nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. “I tried Y/N, and tried and nothing helps. I don’t know what to do now. I think I might combust in a moment if this feeling won’t disappear.” She told you, her voice whiny, you never hear her like this.

“I’m terribly sorry Principal Weems-”

“Larissa, please Y/N, we are over it.”

“Okay, so I’m sorry. Larissa, I don’t know how to help you. I wish I could but I don’t have any medicine or solution yet.” You said hanging your head low.

“I think I have an idea,” she said as she came closer to you. “Y/N, I will be honest, and you can do anything with it,” she said, taking a breath. “I find you very attractive, not just in looks, but also in your way of thinking. I would never tell you this, but the situation is extreme. So, darling, would you do me a favor and have sex with me? Please?” She looked gorgeous. How could you deny someone like Larissa? She was perfect in every aspect, especially when she looked at you with those ocean-blue puppy eyes.

You grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. Her lips felt soft and warm against yours. As your lips met, they parted effortlessly, inviting your tongue to explore. Your lips moved in sync, filled with urgency. When you needed to catch your breath, you nibbled on her lower lip before parting. You took her in, her hair messy, pupils dilated and full of desire, and her lips swollen. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, a slight blush crept on her cheeks from your stare.

“Come here.” You led her to your bedroom, keeping your mouths locked together along the way. When you felt resistance behind her you lightly pushed her torso. She landed on the mattress with a soft sound. Wasting no time you straddled her lap and attached your lips to her jaw. Moving lower to her neck, you searched for her sensitive spot. And when you kissed behind her ear, she moaned, so you stayed there, leaving light marks for her to find later.

“Y/N, please. I need you dear.” She moaned, her hips bucking beneath you. You quickly undressed her, starting with her shirt. Taking a moment to admire her, you gawked at her beauty.

“Larissa, you are so beautiful. The most perfect woman I have laid my eyes upon,” you said before attaching your lips to her neck again, but this time going lover. “Lay down for me,” you instructed, standing up and ridding yourself of the T-shirt and pants, leaving only your panties. You could feel her eyes roaming around your body.

Once again, you straddled her, your lips finding their way to her neck while your hands massaged her breasts. She was a moaning mess under you. You kissed around her nipples, never exactly touching them but when you did she let out a scream. And you were thankful for soundproof rooms in Nevermore.

“Oh, please, please Y/N. That feels so good,” she breathlessly pleaded, her hips rutting against the air. “I think I might cum only from this, please don’t stop.” So you continued, taking the other nipple in your mouth, sucking and biting it. The sounds that escaped from her mouth were heavenly. You wanted to hear them for the rest of your life.

“Fuck, fuck, yes! Oh darling, please, I’m so close!” She screamed, and with that she orgasmed. You never brought a woman to her peak solely by devouring her breasts. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths. You moved away to give her a moment, but she grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Her mouth hungrily met yours, teeth clashing together. The kiss was clumsy yet filled with desire and tongues.

“How are you feeling darling?” you asked with a voice heavy from lack of air.

“Better, but still Y/N I need more from you. Please touch me.”

“But I’m touching you, don’t you see?” you said with a smirk.

“Y/N, I want your fingers inside me. I need your tongue all over me bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. I need that so much. Please give it to me.” Larissa begged you.

“Your wish is my command. But for the record, I never took you for a begging type,” you said, lowering yourself to her stomach, and leaving a few kisses and marks in your wake. Her stomach twitched when you lowered yourself. “Can I take these off?” you asked.

“Yes!” she said quickly.

You nestled between her legs, her glistening folds in front of your face. Her scent overwhelmed your senses. You started by kissing her thighs, getting closer to her center. You gently kissed her clit, causing Larissa to whine as her hips bucked into your face. You began licking and sucking on her clit, listening to the moans that escaped from Larissa's mouth. One of your hands grabbed her hips to prevent her from moving while the other slowly approached her entrance. You slid your fingers inside her, feeling her wetness and heat. Curling your fingers, you continued to move them in and out of her, building a steady rhythm.

“Harder, please!” Larissa let out between her moans.

You added a third finger, pumping them faster and deeper, making her moan and writhe with pleasure. Her hips trying to match the rhythm of your fingers. She was lost in pleasure, her moans freely leaving her mouth.

“Oh fuck-” you could feel her tightening around your fingers. Her fingers tangled in your hair. Larissa's hips moved of their own accord, using your face for her own pleasure. “Please, don’t stop! I’m so close!” You could only emit a low growl.

Her movements grew sloppy, and she was on the edge of orgasm. You worked harder than ever to give her what she desired so desperately. And with another curl of your fingers, her body stiffened, and she let out a scream. Her thighs clamped around your head, and you allowed her to ride out her orgasm. When her movements slowed down, you gently removed your fingers, earning a whimper from Larissa.

Glancing at her blissed-out expression, you admired her beauty. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from kissing and biting, but what fascinated you the most were her eyes, filled with emotions. “Are you okay?”

She looked at you with tired eyes and smiled gently. “Yes, I feel better. And I can assure you that we are going to do it again in the near future.” You chuckled at her response. She grabbed you and pulled you closer.

“Take a lady on a date first!” you giggled as she attacked your neck with kisses. “Maybe I will, but right now, I want to return the favor.” Your eyes widened as she smirked at you.

You didn't need any more encouragement. The two of you spent the rest of the night rather occupied with each other. It was a night neither of you would soon forget, and it was only the beginning of a passionate affair between you and Principal Weems.

[vioartemis]

Friend? (Part 3)

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: Your relationship with Wednesday evolves, and the two of you attempt a ritual that may not go exactly as planned... Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 Warnings: a tiny bit of blood Italian words: tesoro = darling || cara mia = my dear (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

As promised, the next day, Wednesday was in front of your house at 4pm sharp. You hadn’t told your parents about your nights out -for obvious reasons, and so you couldn’t tell them about the… accident.

If they wouldn’t be happy about you going out at night, you were sure they would lock you in forever if they learned you got hurt, even more if they knew it was at Nevermore. They weren’t big fans of outcasts; always thought they were kinda weird.

Luckily, they didn’t ask too many questions about why you were going out.

You met Wednesday outside, a smile forming on your lips as soon as you saw her.

“How are you feeling?” she asked you, a hint of concern in her voice

“I’m okay, don’t worry”

She gave you a severe look and raised an eyebrow.

“… Okay, okay… It hurts a bit when I move too much” you confessed

“When you walk?”

You shook your head no, giving her a reassuring smile. She nodded, satisfied with your answer.

“Come on then” she said, taking your hand in hers and intertwining your fingers just like the day before

She had missed the warmth your hand provided her.

She started walking, but not too fast so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“Where are we going?” you asked her with a smile

“You told me about a new horror movie you wanted to see. I thought we could watch it together.”

“You remember that?” you asked with a surprised chuckle

“Of course.”

You could swear you saw her lips curl slightly up into a tiny smile.

The movie was great, and watching it with Wednesday made it even better. She never let go of your hand, not even when some guys were giving you weird looks.

Eventually, it was time to walk you back to your house. The sun was slowly disappearing in a beautiful sunset. You took a minute or two to watch it with the raven, in front of your house, making the moment last longer.

“Thank you for today, it was really fun. I… I’d love to do that again, if it’s okay with you” you said softly

“It was indeed fun.” Wednesday nodded

You both stayed silent for a minute, not wanting to let go of the other’s hand or leave each other’s company. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. You wanted to do something. But you weren’t sure she would like it, and you didn’t want to rush things.

Wednesday also wanted to do something, anything, not to leave you so soon. She wanted to kiss you. She didn’t really understand the feeling or why she wanted it so badly, but god, your lips looked so tempting.

She eventually pulled you closer to her, her eyes darting between your own and your lips.

You got the hint and leaned in slightly, until your lips touched. The kiss was quick and shy, but it got you blushing like crazy already.

You were about to pull away completely, when you felt the raven grabbing the collar of your shirt and bringing you closer to her. She stopped when your lips were only inches away from hers, letting you some time to say if you didn’t want to do it again.

Not hearing you complain or do anything against it, she pulled on your shirt and kissed you again, more confidently this time. Your free hand made its way to the back of her neck, keeping her close as you made out in the middle of the street.

You couldn’t care less about people seeing you or judging you. Nothing mattered. Just her.

A few weeks had passed since your first kiss with Wednesday. You both decided to go on dates two times a week and that you would take turns choosing the activity. You tried to surprise each other with different activities you thought you would like, and so far it worked pretty well.

This day it was your turn to choose the date, and you had the perfect idea.

You had told your parents you were spending the night at a friend’s house, which gave you the whole night to spend with Wednesday. When the raven arrived where you agreed to meet, she immediately kissed you, even before saying hello.

Now she understood why her parents were always on each other. It was just so addictive to kiss you… She could do it for hours and never get bored.

“Where are we going?” she asked after pulling away from your lips

“Follow me” you replied with a wink, taking her hand

You walked for a few minutes before arriving in Jericho’s old cemetery. You stopped in the middle, where two shovels and torches were waiting for you, along with a backpack containing some snacks.

“Tadam!”

You were quite proud of yourself, and it showed.

“Is that… for grave digging?”

“Yes! Do you like the idea?”

“Very much so. Do you plan on dig with me?” she asked, and you could swear there was concern in her voice

“Well yes, why?”

She took your hands in hers and looked straight into your eyes.

“You’re still hurt, you could re-open your wounds. It’s not a good idea, tesoro”

Her tone was softer than it usually was; she was really worried about your health. That made you smile, how much she cared about you.

“Wends, I’m fine. I promise” you punctuated your words with a kiss on her lips and gave her hands a little squeeze “Come on now, let’s get started”

You let go of her hands and go grab the shovels on the ground, holding one out for her. She took it with a little sigh.

“You better not hurt yourself.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“I won’t”

After digging for a while, the raven was the one who ended up hurting herself. She cut her hand on a broken coffin. You dropped your shovel and checked the wound.

“It looks bad” you mumbled as you got out of the hole you dug to grab water and clean the cut

You were quick to get back to her and pour water on her hand. You were taking a closer look at the wound, holding her hand in yours, when the cut started to close by itself, only leaving a faint mark and some blood on her palm.

Wednesday’s eyes widened slightly in shock. But she was smart, she was quick to understand what happened -or more exactly who made that happen.

“It’s the plants, isn’t it?”

You nodded.

“I wasn’t sure of what happened at first, still not am, but you’re probably right. Though the plants aren’t supposed to have that kind of effect…” you said the last bit more quietly, more for yourself than for her to hear

“Surely. Healing powers aren’t part of their characteristics.” Wednesday added

“It’s not exactly that; I don’t heal”

The raven raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate.

You looked back at her hand and the remaining blood on her skin started to move and ended up forming a little spider.

“You can manipulate blood?”

“Looks like it”

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During the next weeks, you tried to tell your parents about your ‘ability’. It wasn’t easy, but you knew you had to. And surprisingly, they didn’t seem too shocked. You knew you were adopted, but you never had considered the possibility of your biological parents being outcasts.

No one knew who your real parents are, but considering your newfound ‘powers’, there was a high chance for them to be outcasts.

Thanks to Wednesday, Nevermore’s principal accepted to let you in even if it was the middle of a semester. You didn’t know how the raven managed to convince her, but you were glad she was able to.

Your first days at your new school were exactly how you imagined. Everything was so much more interesting than what was taught in Jericho High. Wednesday couldn’t take her eyes off you. You looked so excited, thrilled to be here… The way your eyes were shining all the time made her lips curl slightly up.

“Careful Addams, you’re drooling” Bianca had teased her, resulting in a glare from the raven

The fact that you now lived at Nevermore made your nights together way easier too. No more climbing the wall of their balcony, just walking in the hallways. You could also spend more intimate time together without bothering Enid all the time as you didn’t have a roommate.

Intimate meaning long reading sessions, experimenting sessions, or make out sessions sometimes. Wednesday even spent some nights in your dorm.

Tonight was one of these nights.

She had taken Goody’s spell book with her, and you were studying it together.

“Wait, I think two pages are stuck together” you said, separating the pages

“I never noticed.” the raven admitted

On the pages, there was a sort of ritual -you weren’t sure- that would grant the person who does it an answer to the question they desperately want an answer to.

Without needed to hear it, Wednesday knew what you were thinking about; it could help you figure out who your biological parents are.

“What about we try?” she suggested, having herself a question she wanted an answer to

“Do you think it would work?”

“Goody was a witch of great power. Her book is reliable. You can trust me.” she reassured you

And so you tried. You did everything written on the page.

But nothing happened.

“Perhaps the effect will come later.”

“It’s okay Wends, it just didn’t work”

You wanted to sound calm and collected, but she knew you were disappointed.

“I’m sorry, cara mia…”

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay” you gave her a little smile “Let’s just sleep, okay?”

Wednesday watched as you got up from the floor and walked to your bed. She felt a bit guilty for giving you hope, just for it not to work out. But she couldn’t do anything about it, could she?

She soon joined you in bed, taking you in her arms and kissing your forehead.

“I promise we will find a way” she said quietly

You nodded slightly, finding comfort in her embrace, slowly falling asleep.

When you opened your eyes, Wednesday was nowhere to be found. You were surprised: it wasn’t her type to leave in the middle of the night. You sat up on the bed and took a look around.

The decoration of your room had changed -or more exactly disappeared.

That was really weird now.

You looked at the time on your watch. 9:17am.

“Shit”

You were so late to class! Maybe that’s why Wednesday was gone, she didn’t want to wake you up after your disappointment of the night before.

You were about to open your closet to put your uniform on, when you noticed you forgot to take it of before going to sleep -which wasn’t a bad thing actually.

You ran to class and opened the door a tad bit violently.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t wake up, I-”

You stopped. You didn’t know anyone in this class. You were sure to have this class though. Something was definitely wrong. And Wednesday wasn’t with you. Usually she was the one who calmed you when you were panicking, and without her you didn’t know what you would do.

It must’ve been obvious that you were not okay, because one of the people in the room came to you and led you out of the classroom.

“Hey, hey, look at me” she told you “Look at me. Breath in. And breathe out. It’s okay, you’re okay”

She was trying to reassure you as best as she could.

“Here, take this” she took off one of her bracelets and passed it around your wrist “It’s amethyst, it helps with anxiety”

You nodded and tried your best to calm down. You didn’t know if the bracelet was really working or if it was just a placebo, but it made you feel better.

“Thank you” you finally said

“No problem!” the girl replied

You took a moment to look at her. She was really pretty, her eyes were the same color as yours, but they suited her better.

“I’m Hannah, by the way! Hannah Moore” she gave you a bright smile, extending a hand for you to shake

“I’m Y/n L/n”

You shook her hand gently.

“… Do you want to talk about it? Why you were nervous?”

“Oh um… It’s a bit weird… I- last night I tried a kind of ritual with… with my girlfriend. And nothing happened, and now… I can’t find her, and I don’t recognize anyone…”

“What kind of ritual was it?”

“It was supposed to give us an answer to a question we desperately want an answer to” you quoted the book

“And… What question did you want an answer to?” she asked gently “ You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to!” she added quickly

“I um…” you hesitated to tell her; she didn’t seem to be a bad person, maybe you could risk it “I’m adopted… I’d like to know who my parents are”

“Oh… I’m sorry, I hope you get your answer…”

She took your hands and gave them a little squeeze as she spoke.

“It’s okay” you smiled “Can I borrow your phone? So I can call my girlfriend”

“Oh, sure! Here”

She handed an old Nokia. You took it, a bit surprised.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, worried

“No no, I just wasn’t expecting that kind of phone” you chuckled “I don’t know a lot of people who still use that; everyone has a smartphone now”

Hannah frowned, confused.

“A what? That’s like the newest phone you can find”

Now it was your turn to be confused. How could that be the newest phone? That was a phone only people in the 90’s and early 2000’s used.

“That’s… weird. The last time I saw that kind of phone it was when my… my parents found a box with their old things from the 90’s”

“’Old stuff’? How can it be old stuff?”

“Well the 90’s were like 30 years ago! If that’s not old stuff…”

The girl’s eyes widened at your words; it was not confusion on her face anymore, just shock. She grabbed your hand and led you away from the hallways, in her dorm. She locked the door, behind you.

“Why did you-”

“I think I know why you can’t find your girlfriend, or recognize anyone” she took a deep breath “I think… I think the ritual transported you here so you could meet your parents”

“What? But-”

“It’s not the Nevermore you know”

She handed you a newspaper, pointing at the date. 1993. You looked at her, then at the date again. The ritual sent you back in time? But how were you supposed to find your parents? There were so many people attending Nevermore!

As if she had heard your thoughts, Hannah spoke again.

“I know there’s a lot of students here… Maybe I can help you find them”

She then started mumbling and pacing around her room, looking at books on her shelves.

“If I can find a spell… maybe I could…”

She grabbed a book and opened it, looking through the pages.

“That should work” she put the book on her desk “Do you have something that belonged to your parents?”

You took a minute to think, before taking your necklace out of your shirt.

“I have this”

“Perfect! Give it to me so I can cast the spell”

You nodded and took it off. You were about to give it to her when someone knocked on the door. Hannah sighed and opened it.

“What are you doing? Everyone is worried”

Behind the door, a girl with black hair and dark eyes. She reminded you of Wednesday.

“Yes, sorry! I um… We have a little something to take care of right now… Can you tell everyone she’s sick and I take care of her?”

“We?” the girl looked behind Hannah “Oh. You’re the girl from earlier?”

You nodded and got closer to the door.

“Hi”

You smiled at the girl while she looked you up and down, trying to figure out if she saw you before. Her eyes stopped on your hands.

“That’s a beautiful ring you have here”

You looked down to your own hands. Wednesday had given you a spider ring that you wore all the time.

The girl took your hand in her to get a closer look at it, but almost as soon as she touched you, she threw her head back, eyes wide. You saw that before, when your girlfriend had visions, but you didn’t expect it to happen right now.

It lasted a second only.

“Are you okay, Morticia?” Hannah asked

You gave her a surprised look. ‘Morticia’? As in Wednesday’s mother?

She took a second to answer, a bit confused.

“Yes. I had a vision, that’s all”

“About…?”

Morticia shook her head.

“Nothing important”

She still gave you a confused look.

“I should go back, sorry to have disturbed… whatever it is you’re up to”

With that she walked away, leaving you with Hannah.

“That was… weird. It’s not the first time I see her have a vision, but this time it was… different” she mumbled “Anyways, back to finding your parents”

She smiled and held out her hand and you gave her your necklace. When she looked at it, her eyes widened. She stayed silent for a second, visibly shocked, before speaking.

“I… I don’t think the spell will be necessary…”

“What? Why?” you asked, confused

She looked back at you, and took a necklace out of her shirt. It was the exact same as yours.

“I made it myself with a spell… It’s unique, and a protection charm that can only be wore by someone from my bloodline…”

The implication took a second to travel to your brain. If what she said was true…

“… You’re my mom…?”

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[writing-rat]

Help

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Warnings: Fluff, Injuries

Summary: Enid helps Wednesday when she gets an injury.

WC: 890

Wednesday shivered as she was coming back from the woods. She had gone on a hunt for her stalker, trying to see if she could sense if they were nearby. That meant she got trapped in the cold though, which she wouldn’t have minded if she hadn’t have tripped over a root and sprained her ankle as well as broke her wrist. At least she could walk. It took a very slow 3 hours (due to how deep in the woods she was) to get back to Nevermore and she was soaked from the snow and the rain that had happened. She also could feel the pain starting to hit and she was wincing whenever she hit anything with her wrist. She liked the pain but also it was showing weakness which she hated, especially if she had a stalker following her. 

Once she reached the steps of Ophelia Hall, she realised she wouldn’t be able to walk up the stairs and sighed. Grabbing her phone out with her good hand, leaning against the wall she called Enid. “Mon chiot, I may require some assistance,” she spoke once Enid answered.

“Of course babycakes, where are you? Life360 says you are in Ophelia Hall?” Enid asked, confused.

“I… am at the stairs. I cannot get up as I may have gotten injured…” she admitted nervously.

“I will be there in a moment, do you need a medkit or anything?” Enid asked, concern written in her voice.

“I might need to go to the infirmary…” Wednesday admitted. “Can we wait until tomorrow though?” she asked. 

“Fine… but only because I know you will fight me if not,” Enid spoke. That was when Enid started to go down, Wednesday waiting as she was shaking from the cold. That was when she saw Enid and couldn’t help the soft smile that came out. Enid just smiled, shaking her head.

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked with a chuckle, knowing she wouldn’t stop her girlfriend from investigating. It was best if she let her, especially since Wednesday did want to protect her and their privacy. Enid understood that, but she hated her getting injured.

“Nothing. As Yoko says, you are a simp for me,” Wednesday stated, letting Enid pick her up. Instinctively, she put her head on Enid’s neck. Enid just smiled.

“You also are. You’re adorable right now,” she spoke with a grin and kissed her forehead. Wednesday just whined before she closed her eyes. They walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence as Wednesday was just happy to be in their room.

“Come on, let’s get you warmed up. I’ll run you a bath and we can try and sort out your wounds. What are they?” Enid asked. 

“Sprained ankle and a broken wrist, my ankle should be fine though, should take 1 to 3 weeks to heal,” Wednesday answered. Enid nodded as she led them to the bathroom, soon starting to run the bath as Wednesday was sat down thinking. 

“You want me to help you, huh?” Enid asked. Wednesday nodded.

“Yes please, I would like that very much,” Wednesday responded and Enid smiled. She remembered after the Hyde that Wednesday helped wash her up. It would be paid back with the same gentleness. Soon the bath was done and she slowly stripped Wednesday down, setting her in as she undressed herself. She was going to join her after all. Wednesday, out of respect, stared away from Enid and closed her eyes as well. Enid smiled. She had a sweet girlfriend. She was soon in the tub, putting Wednesday on her lap quickly as the werewolf held her, rocking her as Wednesday’s tension slowly started to go down. Enid was massaging her shoulder blades too and Wednesday started to purr. Enid grinned, Wednesday felt comfortable where she was. Enid was just happy she relaxed and soon started to wash Wednesday, being gentle where she was hurt. “May I wash your chest and thighs?” Enid asked, wanting to respect her space.

“You may, thank you for asking,” Wednesday spoke, letting Enid do it. 

After around 20 minutes, Wednesday and Enid were done and the bathwater was now warm. It wasn’t cold yet though at least. Enid got out, helping Wednesday out too as she dried her off, and changed her into her usual pyjamas. “You know, you can look at me too,” Enid spoke with a chuckle. Wednesday blushed. “Are you sure?” she asked. “I am,” she answered. That was when Wednesday opened her eyes, watching as Enid put on her own pyjamas which were pink and blue. 

“You are beautiful, mon chiot,” Wednesday spoke, not ashamed to admire her girlfriend anymore. Enid just smiled, carrying her again as she took her to the bed. 

“Come on, let us sleep. We can go to the infirmary in the morning then,” Enid spoke. Wednesday groaned before she nodded, cuddling into Enid as she was being big spooned, not that she minded.

No one knew after all, and if she was seen then she could come up with an excuse. For now, she would just relax the best she could and forget about her stalker. She fell asleep just as quickly as Enid too, which was rare but a welcome. All she could hope for was a quick recovery…

[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter Nine: What If...

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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chapter-specific warnings: not really angsty but perhaps angst-adjacent?, fluff

chapter summary: The Morning After. Things are getting Real.

A/N: I am gearing up to find an ending to this story as I write the next chapters - as soon as I have figured out which chapter will for sure be the last, I will post about it on tumblr as well as update the total number of chapters on ao3. I hope you are enjoying the journey just as much as I am, and enjoy these two finally getting to talk a little. &lt;3

You hugged Larissa’s robe closer to your body to stave off the slight chill in her little apartment as you rummaged around her kitchen in search of coffee mugs. You’d only been in the kitchen once or twice before, and the mugs seemed to be in the last cupboard that you opened.

There was a rainbow unicorn mug that you’d seen Larissa drink from often - you’d have to ask her about it later, though if you had to guess, you’d say it was a gift from Enid. You chose this one for her and a branded Nevermore Academy mug with gold accents for yourself, then busied yourself with figuring out her espresso machine.

It made one hell of a ruckus when you turned it on and you winced - you definitely hadn’t planned to wake Larissa like this and you found yourself praying that she was a heavy sleeper. At least she hadn’t budged when you’d slipped your arm out from underneath her (it had fallen asleep, but you didn’t mind at all) and pressed a kiss to her cheek before leaving the bed. She’d looked so blissful that you wanted to savor the moment forever - but you also wanted to treat her, so you opted for searching through her kitchen for something to cook up.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you opened her fridge, frowning when you saw that it was nearly empty - does this woman not eat? 

“If you’re going to rob me blind, my fridge may not be the best place to start.” A raspy voice directly behind you startled you - you yelped, nearly jumping out of your skin.

“Fuck, Larissa, you scared me.” You turned, placing a hand over your heart and trying to calm your now racing pulse.

“Sorry,” Larissa chuckled.

“Did you know that you don’t have any food in here?”

“I hadn’t realized.” She smirked, raising an eyebrow at you. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Morning…” You smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry about your coffee machine, I didn’t think it would be so loud. Did I wake you?” You chewed at your bottom lip as you took in Larissa’s appearance. Her hair was mussed, falling in waves over her shoulders and stopping just shy of her nipples. There was a faint red lipstick mark left over on her chin from the previous night that you must have missed when taking off her makeup - damn, that stuff stains - and her cheeks were gorgeously flushed.

Larissa shook her head, her hair catching the sunlight filtering in through the window like a halo. “No, I was awake before that.” Her smile bordered on timid and it melted your heart. You took a step towards her - you were flush against her now - and wrapped your arms around her waist, capturing her lips with your own in a languid kiss.

“Be careful,” Larissa mumbled against your lips. “I might get addicted to your kisses.”

“Would that be so terrible?” you mumbled back, trying to hide the way your breath caught in your throat. Larissa stilled, her warm breath coming out in puffs against your lips, and you felt as though time was standing still. Why was Larissa just standing there? Why wasn’t she saying anything? Why-

Then she closed the miniscule gap between the two of you, her lips crashing into yours in a kiss that was much more desperate, much needier than the last. 

“You weren’t there this morning,” Larissa panted between kisses.

Your brow furrowed and you pulled back to search her face.

“When I woke up,” she clarified at your confusion. “You weren’t in bed.”

And then Larissa Weems was pouting and your heart felt as though it had grown wings in your chest.

“Are you, by chance, a morning cuddler?” You were unable to hide your goofy grin, and Larissa’s pout became more exaggerated. She ducked her head into the crook of your neck, hiding her burning cheeks from your view.

Larissa mumbled something unintelligible into your neck, her breath softly caressing your skin - it left a little trail of goosebumps across the sensitive flesh.

“What was that?” you asked, your smile widening. You could feel Larissa’s head shake against your collarbone. When she pulled away, she was glowering at you in the most adorable way - you felt your heart could burst at any minute.

“Weren’t you going to make some coffee or something?” Larissa deflected, cheeks flaming red.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” you said, still grinning as you threw your hands up in the air in surrender. You planted a chaste kiss on Larissa’s cheek before placing your hands on her hips, moving her to the side so that you could navigate towards her espresso machine to prepare two coffees.

“Cute mug, by the way,” you teased, smirking as you handed her the unicorn mug. She laughed, her blush slowly fading. 

“It was a gift from Miss Sinclair for teacher appreciation week last school year.” Her eyes shone fondly as she looked down at the mug, before lifting it to her lips and taking a sip. 

“I knew it! That mug just screams Enid.” 

“It does, doesn’t it?” Larissa’s eyes crinkled at the outer corners. “Not many students think of their principal during teacher appreciation week. It was very thoughtful of her.”

You hopped onto the marble countertop and took a sip of your own coffee, reveling in Larissa’s joy. The blonde took a step closer to you, setting her mug down on the counter next to you and placing her hands on top of your thighs. She parted them slowly, fingers flexing against your skin, before stepping between your legs. 

The two of you were at the same height now, and you could gaze directly into her eyes. Her hands slipped underneath your robe (well, her robe), coming to rest on your waist as she pressed herself against you, ducking her head to rest it against your shoulder. 

The moment felt so domestic, so intimate - you’d never been friends with benefits with anyone else before but you were sure this was not usually part of the deal. You were almost certain Larissa could hear the thundering of your heart as her fingers began to trace soothing, absent-minded patterns against your skin.

A long silence enveloped the kitchen as you held Larissa close, playing gently with her loose, platinum waves.

Finally, Larissa’s voice broke the silence - it sounded small and uncertain, cracking slightly. “What are we doing?”

You knew what Larissa meant, but your breath caught in your throat as she spoke and you weren’t sure you were ready to bare your soul to her - so instead you feigned ignorance. “Uh, standing in the kitchen and drinking coffee?” 

Larissa pulled back just enough to glance up at you, her gaze reproachful. “What are we doing? What-” Her voice faltered. “What are we?”

“What do you want us to be?” you whispered, your voice wavering slightly.

Larissa’s eyes met your own - she looked so vulnerable that you felt your heart might crack in two. Her eyes began to mist over as she gazed at you, true oceans of blue, and her lips parted but no words came out. You simply stared back at her, a lump forming in your throat as the silence between you stretched on for miles.

“Darling,” she started quietly, and your stomach clenched almost painfully at the pet name. “I… I can’t be friends with benefits anymore.”

Your stomach dropped, your breath stuttered in your chest - you felt as though your lungs might collapse. Your own voice sounded miles away when you spoke. “What do you mean?”

“It hurts too much, knowing how I feel about you. I can’t keep hurting myself like this, and I can’t keep taking advantage of you.” Larissa shut her eyes, resting her forehead against your chest - finding comfort in your touch even when she was ending your… relationship? You felt a wetness on your chest and realized that Larissa was crying. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Your first instinct was always to soothe the blonde, threading one hand in her platinum locks, nails scratching gently at her scalp, while your other hand cupped her cheek, swiping away a tear with your thumb as tears of your own threatened to fall. You’d never seen Larissa display her emotions so openly, and you couldn’t help the glimmer of hope that began to grow in your heart - what did she mean with “how I feel about you”?

“Why do you think you’re taking advantage of me?”

Larissa raised her head, sniffling slightly as she worked to reign in her emotions. You waited patiently until she had managed to stop the flow of tears, meeting your gaze - her eyes held worlds of sadness, layer upon layer of heartbreak - old and new - laid bare. 

“Y/N, I haven’t been honest about my feelings towards you.” Her eyes began to flicker around the room, landing on anything but you. “I can’t keep having sex with you if I want more from you than you can give me. That isn’t fair to either of us.” 

You could feel your pulse in your throat. “What if I could give it to you?”

Larissa cocked her head in question, her eyes reluctantly meeting your own. 

“What if I could give you anything you wanted?” You were breathless, watching Larissa’s eyes widen and her lips part. Her brows knit together and her eyes tracked every inch of your face.

“What if it’s you that I want?” she asked, her voice uncharacteristically small and timid.

You couldn’t help but let out a wet-sounding chuckle as tears of your own began to flow, and you wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye with the sleeve of the robe.

“What if I told you you already have me?”

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Larissa had been on a rollercoaster of emotions since the moment she’d woken up. Warmth, fear, relief, safety, love, insecurity, anxiety, confusion - all stirred up and whirling around inside of her simultaneously.

Last night had been perfect - too perfect. She was certain she had never felt a connection like that with anyone before - and she was nearly certain you had to feel the same. She couldn’t just be imagining it - not with the tender way you touched her, the adoration in your gaze, the way you seemed to know exactly what she needed - taking your time to ensure she felt cherished and safe, gently slowing her down when she was lost in her own head and rushing herself. Never making her feel like she was too much (or not enough). 

But your voice had been ringing in her head all morning like a broken record: “No strings attached, Larissa. No feelings, no dates. Just two friendly coworkers who enjoy each other's company and just so happen to have mind-blowing sex.”

The echo of your words was loud and clear in Larissa’s mind. And, well, Larissa was doing a poor job of holding up her end of the bargain. So she had to tell you. 

She tried to keep her voice even, to state the facts and make this easier on the both of you. She tried to be easy to deal with - but she couldn’t keep the tears at bay, tears that she had held in for so long.

“What if I could give it to you?” you said then, and Larissa’s pulse began to race. She was almost certain she’d misheard you - there was simply no way-

“What if I could give you anything you wanted?” 

Larissa searched your face for something, anything, that she could use to ground herself.

“What if it’s you that I want?” She couldn’t believe she’d just admitted it out loud - but then, instead of turning away in disgust, you laughed.

“And what if I told you you already have me?”

It took a moment for Larissa’s brain to catch up as she processed your words.

“What do you mean?” Hope began to bloom in her chest - she was unable to control the way it unfurled its large petals against her ribcage, burying its roots deep within her soul.

She watched a blush unfold slowly across your face, watched your teeth come down on your bottom lip as you searched for words.

“I mean I don’t just want to have sex with you either, Larissa. I mean I have feelings for you. And I know you said you have a rule against dating coworkers - I respect that, really, I do. But all you need to do is ask, and I’m yours.”

Larissa’s hands found the tie of your robe and used it to pull you closer, closing the distance between you with a bruising kiss. She could hear the raw honesty in your voice but she had to feel you close - if she didn’t, she might feel you slip through her fingers like sand.

She pulled away, breathing heavily, resting her forehead against your own. Your warm breath ghosted over her face, your hands rubbed soothingly at her waist, the smell of your shampoo filled her nostrils - you were everywhere, enveloping her entirely.

“Darling?” she murmured.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she chuckled softly.

“We’ll take it one step at a time then,” you reassured her, smiling timidly.

x

[bestworstcase]

What are your thoughts on the use of rose symbolism across the show? (Ruby, Adam, Summer, the songs)

ough.

ok broadly speaking there are three different but intertwining Rose Motifs, to wit,

the burning rose (summer + ruby)

the withered rose (adam)

roses that rot or die (salem)

but the third motif is complicated because salem herself is not symbolically identified as a rose but rather with the broken moon, most overtly in sacrifice ("the moon will sadly watch the roses die/in vain").

so. the very first few images in rwby are 1. the full unbroken moon, with a single red rose petal floating up into the frame; 2. ruby, cloaked and shedding rose petals, standing before a gravestone with the moon at her back; and 3. the gravestone, with the burning rose engraved upon it, and below that the name Summer Rose and the epitaph Thus Kindly I Scatter. note also that the grimm in the red trailer bleed rose petals.

it is possible that the key aesthetics weren’t decided yet, but: 1. the moon is broken and a normal size in the white trailer, and 2. "red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest"—the red trailer is the dream. that ruby keeps having about her mom. RLR2 playing under the nevermore fight (and the burst of rose petals when ruby decapitates it—something that doesn’t happen with any other defeated grimm) underscore this point. ruby is looking for her mother inside the grimm.

(that’s why she jumps to the specific conclusion she does when she sees the guy in the hound, incidentally. cutting open a grimm and finding what’s left of her mom is the nightmare that has been haunting her subconscious ever since she learnt that summer wasn’t coming back.)

anyway, because the red trailer depicts a dream it goes extra ham with the symbolism. (and it makes a very neat implication about who ruby is that where her teammates are all introduced to us in these active moments of striving for what they want, ruby’s pain is buried so deep that she can only find it in her dreams—see also her arc in the ever after.) 

so the red trailer provides something of an interpretive guide—the burning rose is a symbol of death, we first see it on a gravestone, and the red rose petals suggest grief but they are also, explicitly, associated with blood and violence. and then there’s this huge moon looming on the horizon. on a second viewing you realize that ruby’s dream is lit by either a whole moon that never broke or that the broken face is rotated away, hidden, and because dreams are non-literal it can be both of these things at the same time. 

then on top of this we have the grave of summer rose—in this dream of a bleak, colorless winter—and that epitaph, "thus kindly i scatter," which if you know the poem (or take the time to look it up) is immediately a curveball because it’s…

'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh! I'll not leave thee, thou lone one. To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love's shining circle The gems drop away! When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

an interesting allusion to follow this:

"red like roses fills my dreams"—ruby turns around here to walks away from the grave, toward the moon—"and brings me to the place you rest." and then her departure reveals that summer’s epitaph is this moment when the poem’s speaker plucks a rose and scatters its petals upon the ground to express sorrow for its loss and loneliness; "oh, who would inhabit this bleak world alone?"

the rose in the poem is not summer, in other words. summer’s epitaph identifies her with the speaker who scatters the rose, and the red petals "bleeding" from ruby’s cloak insinuate her as the scattered rose.

keeping that in mind, consider the lyrics of RLR1 in relation to the accompanying imagery in the red trailer; yes the song is a thematic statement about the four main characters, but it’s also illustrated in a very deliberate way.

"red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest"—in this dream, the redness comes from ruby. she is carrying it with her, around herself, and it leads her from the grave to the grimm, whom she breaks opens to reveal the red of her own pain… beneath this white unbroken moon, which,

hi. (ruby can’t see summer in her dreams when the moon is at her back, but in the moonlight she sees the ghost of her mother, shedding white…? she imagines rose petals, finding herself in summer’s reflection. but in the red trailer it’s snowing.)

"white is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test"—journey through a bleak, snow-bound forest toward an open field. aside from the obvious grief metaphor: the warrior in the woods, the white witch in the woods, the grimm child… and the indecisive king, in which a silver crown torments a king with haunting visions of an impossible crossroads that leave him "pale as the moon."

and then: "black the beast descends from shadows," as she looks up to find herself surrounded by grimm. the imagery of descent from shadows has also always interested me because it’s ordinarily reversed; one rises up from shadows, as in 'this time', but rwby turns it upside-down in a specific way; the descent from shadow precipitates a new flame rising from the ashes, here as in 'from shadows' and (more poetically) elsewhere, which is also why the line runs into "yellow beauty burns…"

with "gold" being the shot of ruby suspended in midair before the moon, which in just this one shot glows golden like the sun.

burning rose. burning rose. gold, the song about yang picking up the pieces and trying to comfort ruby after summer’s death, goes like this:

If the stars all fall When there’s no more light And the moon should crumble It will be alright Don’t you worry about the dark I will light up the night with the love in my heart I will burn like the sun I will keep you safe and warm Like the smell of a rose on a summer’s day I will be there to take all your fears away With a touch of my hand I’ll turn your life to gold

notice the mirrored imagery with sacrifice:

Born an angel, heaven-sent Falls from grace are never elegant Stars will drop out of the sky The moon will sadly watch the roses die In vain Lost, no gain But you’re not taking me.

as well as the imagery in sacrifice ("all your faith in ancient ways/leaves you trapped inside a maze/take the lives of those you need/sow the death and reap the seed"), reversed in rising ("a rose will grow to be a seed/from every life, another leads/born the way were meant to be"), both rhymed in for every life ("some roses will never bloom/some dreams will rot on the vine/some lives will end much too soon/some evil will never ever die/some wars will not end in peace/some heroes choose the wrong side/sometimes it’s worth it all/to risk the fall").

there is a pattern here.

the burning rose is a symbol of death. the withered or decaying rose suggests, not death, but slow corruption: adam’s is "just the story of a boy who lost his way/into shadows strayed," descending into a darkness too deep to rekindle as flame—and it is through juxtaposition with the withering rose that the burning rose also becomes a symbol for revival, as new fire blossoming from ashes.

and then both of these symbols are adjacent to the broken moon, which represents 1. the death and resurrection of humanity (thence its symbolic association with silver eyes), and 2. salem herself.

in volume one, summer appears only in the light of the moon and the grimm in the red trailer ignite the (seemingly unbroken) moon—this evokes the in-universe folklore about the broken moon having been the sun, once upon a time when there was no light in the sky at all during the night, so there’s burning-moon phoenix imagery hiding in plain sight here. when summer left, she left the burning rose behind. (which i’d call a smoking gun for summer not being dead if that weren’t already so obvious. but she unburdened herself of the death-symbol before confronting salem. lol.)

summer herself is also pointedly not the rose but one who scatters it, which puts her in juxtaposition to the way salem associates ozma with roses in sacrifice. (HE is the roses that salem, the moon, sadly watches: this becomes quite clear once you grasp that withering/decaying roses symbolize corruption, spiritual death. this is why sacrifice and nevermore rhyme, btw:

— "born an angel, heaven-sent/falls from grace are never elegant" -> "you think you’re someone’s hero/you’re hiding more than your eyes"

— "back when it started/i thought that justice was your goal/then in the darkness/you lost your mind/i lost my soul/that’s in the past and i won’t be controlled" -> "stars will drop out of the sky/the moon will sadly watch the roses die/in vain/lost, no gain/but you’re not taking me"

— "you can’t have my life/i’m not your sacrifice/you can try, but i’m free/and you won’t conquer me/i won’t crawl/most of all/i won’t fall/for you" -> "you may have taken the lead/but i’ll even the score/you won the battle, you won’t win the war" and "i won’t stay a martyr/it’s my turn to take back what you stole"

— "you promised hope, salvation/gave me a place to be/but your vision of liberation/was all about you/it could never apply to me" -> "show them gods and deities/blind and keep the people on their knees/pierce the sky, escape your fate/the more you try, the more you’ll just breed hate/and lies/truth will rise/revealed by mirrored eyes" -> "i challenge your weak manifesto/the goal of a savior is not to be lionized" -> "what if all the plans you made/were not worth the price they paid?"

it’s the SAME SONG. you stalked me across anima / he had to destroy salem.)

this is part of why i think rising is a salem + summer song, the mirrored (ha ha) rose imagery; ozma the rose who never bloomed and rotted on the vine, summer the rose who burned and regrew from the ashes to rise like the moon. ozma who sows death and reaps the seeds, summer who flowered and planted new seeds. (the other part is that rising is a paean to cyclical change—destruction—death and resurrection. it doesn’t express the perspectives of the main characters, it exhorts them to learn the lessons the blacksmith eventually teaches them and it is a direct rebuke to miracle, which plays first.)

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Chapter 2: Step 2: Don't Panic

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-worked. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came it Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

the silly bitch is back this time with teenage shenanigans. 🦐

Chapter 1

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“You can do this, it’s just a building. A very beautiful goth as fuck building that happens to be housing the woman you’re head over heels for. The very woman whose coffee you’re holding…” you mumble to yourself, staring up at the impressive building of Nevermore Academy.

It really was a beautiful building, in a goth macabre sort of way. When you were younger you probably would’ve killed to go to a school that looked like this. You could’ve been dark and edgy on epic balconies, every depressed teen’s dream.  However, you’re currently more concerned with arguing with yourself about the stupidity of your offer. You can’t help but think maybe Larissa was simply being polite and didn’t want you to show up at her workplace. Maybe she actually can’t stand you and your painfully obvious crush on her and didn’t have the heart to tell you to buzz off. Maybe this-

Your spiralling is abruptly cut off but a monotone voice, “Are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to come in?”

“JESUS FUCK-“ you yell, jumping at the voice, nearly dropping your precious cargo. You look away from the window you had been staring out to see a dark-haired girl standing in the doorway, glaring up at you. She’s obviously a student, judging by the uniform she’s wearing despite it completely lacking its usual colour.

“How long have you been standing there?” you ask, trying to recover from your near heart attack.

“Long enough to question your intentions here.” She replies.

“Wednesday! There you are!” a bright voice exclaims from behind your interrogator.

You look behind the girl, Wednesday, to see a sweet-looking blonde girl skipping over to you two. She stops next to Wednesday with a bright smile. She looks like the embodiment of sunshine honestly. The two standing next to each other is quite the juxtaposition.

“Oh! Hi, I’m Enid.” She introduces herself, sticking her hand out for you to shake.

You tell her your name and she smiles before turning to Wednesday.

“We have botany soon, I was just coming to get you but you weren’t in our room. Thing told me you were trying to escape again.” She grins.

“Thing will pay for his treachery soon enough.” Wednesday mumbles. “And as you can see, I’m still here.”

“Escape?” You mumble, glancing back at Wednesday “I thought this was a school, not a prison.”

“May as well be one.” Wednesday huffs, followed by Enid smacking her arm lightly.

“It’s not that bad! You’re just dramatic. Anyway, we’re going to be late, so let’s go.” She says, all but dragging a scowling Wednesday behind her.

“Oh uh, wait! Could you tell me how to get to Laris- I mean Principal Weems’s office? I have something for her.” You ask.

You swear you have never seen someone move faster in your life. One moment Enid was dragging her grumpy goth friend away and the next she was right in front of you, staring up at you with gleaming eyes.

“You’re here to see Principal Weems?? Are you two friends? Are you more than friends? What did you bring her?” She gushes.

“Don’t uh…don’t you have to get to botany?” You ask, taking a step back.

You’re not all that sure what you and Larissa are really. Or why she said yes ti you bringing her coffee every morning. For all intents and purposes, you’re just a very dedicated barista to her. Which makes your heart ache in a very pathetic way. But you’re fairly certain she wouldn’t want whatever relationship you have going on to be known by any of her students. She strikes you as the type to value her privacy.

“It’s fine. We’ll take you to Principal Weems’s office. We won’t get in any trouble. And we’d be happy to help, right Wednesday?”

“I’d rather willingly poison myself with Miss Thornhill’s plants thanks.” She grumbles.

“See! It’s settled. Let’s go!” Enid exclaims, setting off further into the school.

“Is she always like this?” You ask Wednesday.

“Every hour of every day so far.”

“Wow”

The two of you catch up to Enid who then continues to try and grill you for information on what you’re delivering to her principal and what your relationship to her is. You answer relatively honestly, telling her you’re just there to deliver coffee and you’ll probably be back, but it’s nothing more than that. She seems to not believe you, which is doubled when Wednesday makes a comment about a trip to Nevermore to deliver coffee not being typical service from the Weathervane.

“You’re totally in love with her!” Enid squealed, practically bouncing on the spot.

“I-that’s. First of all, that’s none of your business, and second you’re jumping to conclusions! I just- laris- I mean Principal Weems is a wonderful busy woman who needs coffee. There’s nothing weird about me bringing one to her in the morning! And- and it doesn’t even have to mean anything! Can’t it just be me being nice?”

“You know, they say those who become defensive when confronted are usually guilty.” Wednesday chirps with a smirk.

Dear god having two teenagers gang up on you about your crush on their principal was not what you imagined your morning to include.

“Do you two enjoy bullying a kind-hearted adult?”

“Yes.” Wednesday deadpans eliciting a snort from you.

“And we’re here!!” Enid exclaims, stopping in front of a pair of double doors.

You stare at the golden plaque on the door. The nerves from outside have returned tenfold now. And you can’t help but wonder if you should just turn and leave. You have a habit of taking things a step too far, you’re worried this is one of those times. What if she’s busy and doesn’t want you bothering her? What if-

“Well, we should get going!” Enid smiles, and then -to your horror- knocks on the door before quickly dragging Wednesday away.

“Come in” you hear an angelic voice answer from the other side.

Well you can’t just turn around now, and you did come all this way. So with that thought you take a deep breath and open the door.

And Jesus fucking Christ it should be illegal how lovely Larissa Weems looks seated at her desk, glasses perched on her nose, light beaming in from the window behind her. She looks like an angel, truly. She looks breathtaking you genuinely nearly forget to breathe.

And when she glances up from her laptop screen to look at you? If you were meltable you’d be nothing but a puddle right this second. Christ on a stick it’s a good day to love women, especially the very gorgeous woman in front of you.

“Darling? What are you doing here?” She asks, standing up and rounding her desk.

Your heart drops a little bit, thinking the worst.

Obviously, she didn’t want you to come. How could you be so stupid?

“I uhm. I brought you coffee! I’m sorry it’s- god I- this is silly I shouldn’t have come, you were obviously joking and I’m disturbing you I should- I’ll just go,“ you ramble, looking at anything but her.

You jump when you feel her hand wrap around your wrist. When the fuck had she gotten close? Was she a ninja? Your eyes dart to her face to see her…wait is she blushing?

You blink up at her, trying to figure out why she’s standing there, holding your wrist with a bashful smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks.

“Larissa? Are.. is everything okay?”

“You really are too sweet to me darling” she murmurs, squeezing your wrist. “I had thought you were just joking yesterday. I’m not used to people going out of their way for me like this.”

“Well, people are fucking stupid then.” You retort, “People should go to the ends of the earth just to talk to you. I know I would.”

“If you keep talking like that you’ll never get rid of me.” She mumbles, looking away.

“The day I want to be rid of you is the day I’ve been body snatched and replaced by an evil alien.”

She snorts at that, her nose scrunching in the most adorable way. And wow she really is close. You can see the slight crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, the laugh lines around her mouth. Christ her mouth looks far too kissable right now. You look back at her eyes and, oh gods she is not allowed to look at you like that you really might just kiss her. Would she kiss you back? The way she’s looking at you has you thinking maybe she would. All it would take is for you to lean in just-

A loud thud breaks you both from your reverie. You turn to face where the noise came from and just manage to catch a glimpse of blonde hair darting around the corner. You really should’ve suspected your kind escorts were going to eavesdrop. While you feel a little mortified you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at them.

“I don’t suppose you found my office on your own?” Larissa asks.

“I was very kindly escorted by two of your students, they found me panicking at the front door.”

“I don’t suppose they were a moody goth and a bright bubbly girl?” She hums.

“Yep. That was them.”

She sighs, bringing a hand up to rub her temples while muttering something about walking trouble. You giggle, much to your utter mortification, before lifting up the bag you brought.

“Coffee?” You ask.

“God yes.” She sighs.

You reach into the bag and bring out the thermos you’d brought handing it to her with the dorkiest grin on your face. She thanks you before taking a sip and borderline moaning at the taste (yeah your face could give a furnace a run for its money right now).

“Anyway I uh,” you clear your throat. “I best be off. Wouldn’t want to keep you from your work.”

“Do you need to head back to the cafe?”

“Oh no I’m not working today, I just thought-“

“It seems a waste coming all this way to leave so soon no?” She asks. “Let me give you a tour.”

“Oh no it’s okay! I’m sure you have more important things to do-“

“Well, I think it’s rather important you let me show you around. Please?” She asks.

And goddamn you couldn’t say no to her if you were being held at gunpoint. And the idea of her wanting to spend time with you is making you swoon. So you agree, ducking your head in a nod so she won’t see how flustered you are by her simple gesture.

She presses her laptop shut and grabs the takeaway bag from your hand, placing it down on her desk, before gesturing to the door.

“After you sweetheart.”

[bingebuddie]

Here... We... Go...

Hi all,

Well, so far, 2024 has sucked for me... but anyway...

I've been feeling pretty out of sorts mentally, and depending on where my head is at, I've been bouncing back and forth between Fics and my Wes and Cole novel.

I am going on a writing retreat May 4-12th... so... expect some major movement...

I wanted to provide a few updates on where I am with my Fics and other works.

Sideways:

Published updates here have been slower than I wanted or anticipated. This has nothing to do with the story, as I have this outlined for Arcs 6-10... Yes, up to Arc 10.

My personal life has gotten in the way a lot over the last few months and has just eaten up my time to write.

Now, Arc 6 will lead right into Arc 7 and 7 into 8. You will want to throw some stuff at me for some of the wtf moments and having to wait between arcs... but it's all coming. Anyone new to the series has had the benefit of reading five fully finished-out arcs that took me about a year to write. Have some patience with me. It will be worth it.

Arc 6, Into The Unknown, has multiple chapters drafted. I just need to clean up some edits from my beta, and they will be posted. May is going to be a big month for this arc.

This is a pivotal point in the series. It spans Chapters 37-48, making it the longest arc so far. This installment will delve into the Seals' backstory, their connection with Buck and Eddie, and much more. It’s a substantial piece of the puzzle that you won't want to miss.

This one does have some heavy moments...

This does end with a cliffhanger... But I promise, it's not our boys directly you are left wondering about...

Arc 7—Strong—Eddie will need his friends and family like never before. This is a heavy Diaz family arc. The outline is eight Chapters.

This also ends in a cliffhanger and that promise I made above... does not apply here.... insert evil laugh...

Arc 8 Genesis—This is the big one. It all comes together here, and it is the part I am most excited to write. It is also the longest, with an outline of 16 chapters. You will find out more about Genesis in Arc 6.

This arc will change all of their lives and the status quo as we know it. Grab your seats and tissues. The previous title for this was Unleashed...

Arc 9 - Experience/Circles - Tentative Title - No tease, as it will spoil what's to come...

Arc 10 - My All - googles Mariah Carey ...

Sideways isn't going anywhere...

Shifted:

Volume 1: Nevermore

This was originally planned to be 30 chapters. I have 20 published right now. The rest of this is outlined, and chapters 21-25 are written and ready to be published. I haven't posted these because Chapter 25 ends on a massive cliffhanger, and I don't want to leave you all hanging. I will be finishing this... after Arc 6 of Sideways ...

I have a plan for the second arc... but that's all the way behind everything else on my docket...

Impossible:

If you have read this one, I have yet to post the last chapter...

This has an MCD, and while I was writing this, I lost a friend. It was hard to finish. I have finished the outline, and this will be completed soon.

Run:

This is on hold. I have too much else to focus on. Consider this on hiatus until I say otherwise. It might even be scrapped... will see...

Would You Mind:

This one was a lot of fun... The wrap-up/epilogue is done; it's with my beta...

Lap Dancing Eddie will return... in Sideways...

I Don't Want To Be Your Freind:

As of today, 7 of 11 chapters are posted. This is all outlined. I have drafts of chapters 8-11 done. Going to beta and will be posting soon...

I started this leading up to Season 7; it was my mind dealing with all the rumors and leaks... In my mind and my group chat, I was calling this my Anti Tommy and Marisol fic...

This got way out of hand and became a monster of a fic...

Now... on to what else I have brewing...

Future Shock - 3 Part Series - Magic/BAMF/Mayhem/Found Family/Soul Mates/Redux/Ryan Throw's The Timeline Into A Blender and Tada...

As It Is - 2030 and the 118 have been a fractured team since the lawsuit. When members of the team start to be picked off one by one, Hen, Chim, and Bobby, have no one to turn to until friends and family return in their most desperate hour.

As It Was - Details what led to the fracturing of the 118. A retelling of Season 2 and part of season 3...

As It Was Always Meant To Be - Now reunited, will the 118 be able to rally around each other, or will their painful past be too much to overcome.

This has a loose outline and it's very large ...

Depressed, Devasted, and Destroyed aka Something To Hold On To:

I keep calling this Triple D or DDD... This is a pure angst fest... major whump... like I'm mad at myself for the whump here ... seriously...

This has an outline...

Relationship Goals—In an effort to rebuild their friendship after their recent relationships crash and burn, Buck and Eddie join a local hockey team along with some of Buck's old seal friends. This was pure fan service to myself and a way to get Buck, Eddie, Wes, and Cole to play hockey and not have to do it on Sideways. This currently sits around 60 pages.

Stolen - A stolen kiss changes everything between Buck and Eddie... This angst fest is somehow incredibly soft... This is about 35 pages right now...

The Ties That Bind - Buck breakdown fic... This might get scrapped and merged into DDD from above...

All I Want for Christmas - Think Scrooged Vs. It's A Wonderful Life Vs 911... This won't be posted until holiday time...

The Wes and Cole novel is still moving along... it's my refuge when the show does something stupid...

I should probably get to writing... it's not like I have nothing to do....

[v3nusxsky]

Be my good girl 18+

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Author note~ I hope I can do this prompt some good bc I came up with like 4 different ideas in my brainstorming process. Another late night writing of course I have my cookies and water. So here's your reminder to take care of yourself and go drink some water :)*

Prompt~ Reader is paying a visit to her wife and one thing leads to another. Larissa tells reader to be her good girl somehow. Smut pleaseeee ;)

Trigger warnings~ eating out finger!ng strap ! On mommy k!nk smutty smut

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Your relationship with Larissa Weems was one that you were quite proud of. I mean have you seen her? Gorgeous, stunningly tall, kind hearted, those sapphire blue eyes. Yes everything from head to toe was absolutely perfect. And even better? You got to call her your wife. Everyday you caught a glimpse of your stunning gold wedding band you were reminded that you were the luckiest girl in the world. Now you may be wondering what Larissa saw in the shy nerdy history teacher of Nevermore Academy. And truthfully you yourself had absolutely no clue. Your appearance wasn't much to be admired in your own opinion, yet Larissa still looked at you like there was nothing more beautiful than you left in the world.

Your hair was pulled into the chocolate curls were perfectly messy bun, thick black glasses perched on your nose, revealing but not too revealing outfit sat perfectly on all your curves. Maroon was definitely your colour and you knew that it would drive your wife wild. The heels you selected, simple black shoe with a slight heel just enough to add a bit of height to your already short frame. Even with the heels you just about came level to your wife's collarbones. This was all a part of your carefully thought out plan to test your wife's control over her own desires. And by the time you'd finished teaching your 5th years about the ancient Greeks it became clear your plan was working. You taught the lesson specifically on the myth of Medusa. One of your favourites if you were honest. History is something you are extremely passionate about and being able to share the extensive knowledge you had, filled you with an immense happiness.

As your students were filling out of your classroom immersed in their own conversations while you bid them goodbye. Even receiving a few "Goodbye mrs Weems" back. You watched as the groups of students as they scattered off in different directions. Rather interestingly for you, you noted that the two students you were secretly hoping would get together seemed to getting closer recently. Ah young love. You couldn't help but be excited about the fact. After all you were most definitely a hopeless romantic. The next period was your planning period so you had time to just observe the scenes in front of you. As the halls became quieter you could hear the familiar click of heels against the floor. A smiled graced your lips at the thought of your wife. It had only been 3 hours yet you missed her terribly.

"Hello darling" she whispered into your ear as she was coming behind you and gently placing her hands on your hips.

"Hi" you chuckled leaning back into your wife's arms still just looking at your surroundings. It was peaceful and quite now the students had all found their way to their fourth periods. The tranquil moment soon ended as you felt the slight pressure of your taller companions lips ghosting up and down your neck before suggesting you come to her office with her. I mean after all she knew your schedule so she knew their was no class for you until after the lunch break. With a quick nod you slipped your smaller hand into hers and allowed her to lead the way.

It wasn't long before you had reached the privacy of her office. Her eyes raking over your appearance with a subtle hint of lust lurking in those sapphire eyes you loved so much. Her lips collided with yours in a needy yet passionate kiss, backing you into the wall effectively pinning you there with a hand on the wall and the other gripping at your hips. You couldn't help the smile the crept into the kiss as your back hit the wall. After all that very action had caused even more arousal to pool between your thighs. The pair of you only pulling away when oxygen became a necessity.  Foreheads resting against each other, eyes closed and trying to steady your breathing once more.

"Rissa what was that for? I mean I'm not complaining at all but just uh..." you trailed off losing your train of thought at the smirk that graced her lips. You knew what that meant. Your plan had succeeded much to your delight.

You watched as she raked her eyes up and down your body once more. "Darling, it's like your trying to turn me on with this outfit. After all it is for me isn't it?"

"Only you Rissa" you confirmed knowing your wife had quite the possessive streak in her.

"Now tell me, why would you wear such a delicious outfit today? It's not really work attire is it dear? What were you trying to achieve besides frustrating me?" Her eyes darkened slightly and you knew this was your chance to add to her frustrations. After all the whole plan was to rile her up and achieve her touch all over your body.

"I think I've made my intentions quite clear Rissa." You stated smugly knowing just how to pull a reaction from your lover. You couldn't help but smile in delight as her fingers gripped tighter to your hip and tugged your body to her own.

"Oh you're going to regret that darling. But you're going to have to be quiet can you do that? You wouldn't want the rest of the school to hear just how needy you are when your screaming my name now would you?" She husked as her eyes bore down into your own. Her intense gaze was filled with so much need and desire you almost feel to your knees at her feet.

You nodded knowing damn well you wouldn't be able to keep quiet. But you would definitely try for her. The nod seemed to be enough for the taller women to lead you to your room just off from her office. You were rather glad for this fact. After all a bed was so much more comfortable than just a closest or somewhere hidden. Also your room provided options for Larissa to choose from. She loved to leave you guessing, never knowing her next move. Wordlessly Larissa found your gaze and got your consent by your act of submission. You stripped  off and kneeling at her feet. A well thought out agreed signal. If you were to kneel at her feet absolutely exposed for her you were at her disposal. The act immediately kick starting the basic rules you'd both agreed to. The only thing that would stop your wife from her plans would be if you were to say the words "gul" (yellow in Swedish) telling her you wanted to have a break/had a question on what she was doing. The other word "röd" (red in Swedish) immediately stopping the whole situation and she would jump into comfort mode. You'd only ever had to say röd three times. Each time you'd been treated with the upmost dignity, respect and care.

"Little one" the pet name causing a shiver to run down your body, "this outfit has been tormenting my thoughts all morning. I've not been able to get a single thing done. It's rather frustrating wouldn't you agree?" You hummed in response choosing to wait for the permission to actually use your words but not wanting to ignore the fact she was speaking to you.

"Now I think you've enjoyed that fact too much and need to be reminded of what your place is. Is that what you would like from me darling?"  Again you nodded quickly showing just how much you wanted that. Only then did she bring a hand to your hair and tilt your head upwards so you were looking into her eyes. "Words little one words" was cooed at you. Nervously the words tumbled out. "Yes I uh please"

With a small clap of her hands she chucked "Excellent. Now why don't you be a good girl and go get on the bed for me?" That sentence spurring you into action as you made a beeline for the bed. Positioning yourself into the centre of it. "Hmm good girl let's hope you stay this obedient for me" she praised watching your body respond to her words. "Aw look your so needy already and I've not touched you yet. Do you need something little one? Whatever could you need?" She pondered out loud as she walked around the room getting whatever she wanted for the activity. Also letting you sweat craving her touch but not being able to demand it.

"You Risaa, I need you" you couldn't help the desperate tone in your voice as you responded to the women you desperately craved. "Hmm I was hoping you'd say that." Was all that was said while she made her way to the bed and lent over your body to find your lips. A kiss was given showing you that she was in control of the situation. This kiss was loving yet dominant and it made you crave more. God how can she be so intoxicating. Kisses were placed over your cheeks, nose and even your eyelids before moving over to your neck. Larissa knew just how to drive you insane, she proved this as she sucked down hard against your pulse point enjoying the pathetic noises the action drew from you. Her teeth gently scraping over the skin before moving on. Kisses were trailed all over your collar bones and down your sternum before she kissed her way over to your right breast. Paying an almost worship like attention to it. Breathless moans escaping your lips at the gentle sensations causing more pleasure to find it's way to your core. Not wanting to neglect your left breast she paid the exact same attention to it before kissing down your stomach. Extra kisses were placed around your bellybutton due to the unexplainable insecurity you felt about your stomach. Her hands were trailing ever so lightly up and down your thighs. All you could feel was her.

"Remember little one, stay quiet for me and maybe you can touch mommy" you almost missed her command as she brought her lips to your clit in a sweet kiss, before sucking it into her mouth causing a moan to fall from your parted lips. Eating you out was something Larissa adored despite your fears at the beginning of your relationship. Her tongue continued to explore your folds slowly just savouring every taste. Moans falling from your lips as you brought your hands to her hair without thinking. You need more. You'd always need more of her.  However instead of more your wife pulled away from your sopping core. You could see your slick around her mouth as you whined "no no no I'm sorry mommy please I'm sorry."

"Now little one I didn't say you could do that. Don't you want to touch mommy later?"  She questioned the teasing evident in her tone.

"I do I do I'm sorry mommy" you whimpered pathetically.

"Behave then only good girls touch mommy" she reminded you the strictness in her tone told you that you were on thin ice here.

"I'll be good I'll be the goodest girl for you"

"Much better my darling now behave!" And with that her delicate fingers found their way into your soaked pussy. A moan tumbling from your lips as she began thrusting her fingers in and out. Her pace was maddeningly slow but she knew your body inside out, she was teasing you. "Please mommy more" you whimpered hoping she'd comply with your plea. In which she did her pace going from maddeningly slow to fast and hard fingers curling to hit your G spot. It wasn't long before you were chasing your own release. "Oh fuck please more please mommy I wanna cum" you managed to get out in between your moans and mewls at her actions. "So close mommy please can I."

"Cum with my name on your lips darling" that was all the permission you needed as you tumbled down the other side of your release. Your wife allowing you to ride out the waves of pleasure before slipping her fingers from your cunt. "Little one open" you immediately complied opening your mouth so she could put her fingers in it. "Be a dear and clean up this mess" and with that you licked and sucked your own essence from her fingers. Moaning at the taste of yourself. When she was satisfied with your cleaning job her fingers left your mouth with a satisfying plop.

Hearing the sounds of a harness being clicked into place had another wave of arousal coating your thighs. Fuck she wasn't done with you. "Little one I'm not done with you. Turn around and get on all fours" you complied on shaky legs due to your previous climax. A hand found it's way to your hair tugging at the band to let it flow freely over your shoulders. Only then did you feel a hand at your hips as Larissa steadily lined herself up with your entrance.

"You're going to take everything I give you little one. Don't waste any of it." And with that she slipped the fake cock into you. Pausing allowing you to adjust to her. After all she didn't want you in any discomfort while you had classes to teach. A moan of pleasure from you spurred her into action. Thrusting into you mercilessly. You were a moaning mess beneath her. And when she started to dirty talk you well you thought you were going to die. You could feel yourself chasing your body's second climax. "Mo-mmy fuck I close please" you moaned out only to whine when she slipped from your pussy. "Fuck" you whimpered as she waited for your body to have enough time to cool off slightly before slipping back into your core.

You'd lost count how many times you'd been edged now. All you were able to focus on was the feel of her pounding into you. "Please mommy please I can't..."

"Cum for me" and with that you found your release with her name falling from your lips. You rode your high out expecting her to pull herself from you but no she continued to fuse your bodies together. A brutal pace as she chased her own high. You were extremely sensitive and she knew this. "Mommy I can't I can't "you whimpered out in between moans.

"You can little one and you will, I want you to cum with me"

"Oh fuck me"

Her hand snaked round to find your clit causing you to howl and cum for her milking the fake cock for all it's worth. Your wife tumbling over her own release as she continued to pound into you enjoying the wet slapping sounds of skin.  She slipped out of you once more unclasping the strap, putting it to the side to deal with later. You were wrapped up in your wife's arms in a post-cortile boss. Your head resting on her chest listening to the sound of her heart as she pressed kisses onto your hair reassuring you that you were her good girl and you did so well for her. Here in your bubble is where you wished to stay forever however the bell rang signalling you'd missed lunch and would now have to leave the bubble you'd created.

Word count ~ 2684

[pebbleswritessometimes]

Sleepy Head

Larissa weems x reader | NSFW

Thank you too my bbygrill, v3nusxsky for the prompt <3

Prompt: Reader ~ not a morning human

Larissa ~ early morning person

Larissa constantly has to try coax us out of bed bc sleep😍 like she try’s everything sweet words compliments before getting frustrated and saying fine I’ll shower alone then. We get up super quick whining bc Larissa in the shower? Fuck yes

Words:1098 why is tumblrs text still funny

Warnings: Daddy kink, shower sex

Not proof read! Sorry this sucks! turns out I’m not currently good at writing smut! I need practice I’m sorry 👹

“Wake up, Sleepy head,” whispering, she attempted to gently stir you from your sleep. Brushing the stray strands of hair away, Larissa sprinkled light kisses over your face. She received a sleepy smile in return. She always adored the way you slept. The gradual rise and fall of your chest often guided her into a peaceful slumber by your side. “Hey, my pretty girl wanna get up?”

Offering a grunt at the sudden light shining through the windows, you yanked the sheets above your head. Larissa was always the early bird, while you on the other hand, appreciated every single sleeping second you could. Sure, being a teacher at Nevermore was amazing, but hell was it exhausting sometimes. Some days, you wanted nothing more than the fluffy embrace of your shared mattress and to feel the warmth of your girlfriends body next to yours. That of which you were currently severely in lack of. Mumbling into the blankets, “Come snuggle meeee,” trying to get her to crawl back in bed. “No, no. Come on sweetheart! If you don’t get out of this bed now, I’ll drag you out myself,” pulling the sheets down and wrapping her arms around your torso, she waited for an answer. You’ve been with Larissa for long enough now, you know the strongest parts of the bed frame to hold on to. Bracing yourself and wrapping your hands around the first bar, she tugged. Achieving just a smidge of movement, she continued. “Come. ON,” the last word coming out a bit rougher than intended because of the amount of effort she was putting in. Larissa was the stronger of you two, yet you managed to hold your ground. She let go and huffed as she went to the closet. “Hmph, fine,” pulling a towel from the shelf, “I’ll shower on my own then.”

With your head shooting up, you got twisted in the sheets as you tried to make a swift exit from the bed, ending on the floor with a thud. Larissa sucked on her teeth as she shut the door to the bathroom. Scrambling across the floor, you bolted to the door. “Rissa? Rissa, I’m up now! Larissa!” Jiggling the doorknob in hopes that she left it unlocked for you. “You lost your chance, babe,” she shouted as the water from the shower began to run.

When she made up her mind, it was near impossible to change it. Even if you did manage, she would still have her way some how. She leaned against the sink, waiting for anything else from you. She had a habit of crossing her arms when she waited. She looked so at authoritative, you were sure you’d do anything she told you to. Shuffling up on your knees as you heard the lock turn. “What do you say?” Looking up at her, you couldn’t help the sudden wetness growing between your thighs. “Please,” you whined. She took her face in her hand and narrowed her gaze, “please, what?” Gulping, you knew what she wanted. “Please, daddy? Please may I come in?” She smirked, pushing her thumb into your mouth, “good girl.”

Quickly, her lips found their way to your neck as you unbuttoned her pajama top. Your hands having a mind of their own as they made their way to her chest. Grazing your thumbs over her buds, you felt her shudder. She’s always been so sensitive there and you loved taking advantage of it. Pinching and pulling as her own hands made their way to your waist. Soon enough, your bodies were flush to each other and the steam from the shower only intensified the heat. Pushing you up against the tile of the shower, she spoke next to your ear “You’re daddy’s sweet girl, yes?”

Kissing your neck, slowly tracing her hand down to your core. Nodding your head without delay, “I’m- yes I’m daddy’s sweet girl, only daddy’s girl.” She abruptly spun you around and pushed you further into the wall, “And you’re gonna take what I give you, like a good girl, hm?”

“Yes! Please, please just fuck me, daddy!” “Such a needy little thing,” She chuckled as she placed her hand between your legs. Subconsciously grinding your hips against her hand, she roughly pushed you back towards the wall. “Uh uh, stay still or you get nothing,” she ordered and you whimpered.

Without warning she plunged two long fingers into your core. Yelping at the sudden stretch of your walls, your mind quickly went hazy with lust. Thrusting in and out at a relentless pace, she curled her fingers at just the right spots. Taking her time with placing each mark on your shoulders, she snaked her free hand up and around to your breasts. It wasn’t long until you teetered on the edge of overwhelming pleasure. “Mm gonna cum daddy. Fuck oh- can I?” Giving a hum in response, Larissa continued to swiftly glide her fingers in and out. As you came with a scream, she wouldn’t admit it but her legs shook as she felt your walls tighten around her. Chest heaving, you turned around and leaned against her.

“Daddy feel good,” mumbling as you came down from your high, “I wanna make daddy feel good.”

“Yeah, you wanna make daddy feel good? Down,” guiding you to your knees. Tilting your head up with her hand, she was met with your lust filled eyes. Instinctively gripping your hands on her toned thighs, you licked your lips. Moaning as your tongue met her slick folds. You swore she was sweeter than anything you’ve tasted. Flicking your tongue against her clit, she gripped your hair and pulled you closer. “Doing so good for me baby,” she moaned as you plunged your tongue into her core. You felt her grow closer to her orgasm as she fluttered around your tongue. Wasting no time, you wrapped your lips around her clit. You alternated between flicking and sucking. With a sharp gasp tearing through her, Larissa shuddered as she came in your mouth. Gliding your tongue up and down, lapping up every ounce of her that you could. You refused to waste the gift she allowed you to receive.

Both finally coming back down to earth, Larissa took her towel and carefully dried you off. “I think maybe I’ll try waking up early more often,” you giggled as you pulled one of Larissa’s shirts over your head. “I don’t know…I actually think cuddling sounds really nice,” she smirked as she flicked of the bathroom light. Who knows, maybe you could do both.

[starzday]

As the dust settled and the ring clattered against the ground, Bianca’s shoulders visibly relaxed and she exhaled slowly.

But Wednesday couldn’t find respite in the defeat of Joseph Crackstone just yet. He was far from their biggest problem, he was just a momentary distraction from the real danger that had been unleashed upon Jericho and Nevermore. And the one left dealing with that danger…

“Enid,” Wednesday breathed and, without another word in Bianca’s direction — honestly, she’d forgotten the siren was there in the flash of panic that stung her veins so harshly it almost blinded her — she burst into a run, whirling through the courtyard and towards the back entrance of the school as though she hadn’t been bleeding out in a crypt less than an hour ago.

Bianca followed her without question. She had to make sure her friends were safe.

Wednesday followed the sounds of the evacuated students’ concerned voices into the woods, coming to a halt at the open wrought iron gate as her dark gaze flickered desperately from face to terrified face in the cluster of students, searching for the only person who truly mattered right now. The dim orange glow of the lamps on either side of the crowd weren’t helping as she searched for even a flash of pink or the moonlight reflecting on locks of silky blonde hair she had grown so used to seeing at her side.

Never in her life had she considered herself religious, or stupid enough to pledge her life to following the rules of beings in the sky or below the ground, but now she threw out silent prayers to whoever might be listening and waiting to claim her eternal soul, begging for Enid to have survived the clash of claws and teeth with Tyler.

Begging for them to do something about it if she hadn’t.

Wednesday knew for sure now that she indeed had a heart, however rotten it might be, as it hammered against her rib cage so hard it was becoming difficult to breathe. As the waves of students parted like the red sea, it stuttered and threatened to stop altogether as anticipation zapped through it.

Only to jump start again when her eye caught sight of a blush coat, however muted the colour may have been amongst the dirt and leaves stuck to it.

Wednesday took a hesitant step forward, no matter how desperate she was to lunge ahead and make sure it was really her, but she didn’t have to. Enid was already running to her, with the other students following close behind her.

As she drew in a deep breath of relief, the cool night air filled her starved lungs and brought life back to them. Her tense body relaxed, and she almost managed a smile as she met Enid’s azure eyes. Enid tossed herself at her, wrapping her arms tight around her waist and squeezing, and Wednesday was almost knocked back with the force of it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to shove the girl away.

In fact, when Enid stepped back on her own after a mere moment, Wednesday ached to feel her arms tight around her again. She was gone far too soon. When they were so close, she could feel Enid’s heart thumping, the warmth of her body seeping through her clothes, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed — all things which confirmed Sinclair was truly alive and not some figment of Wednesday’s desperate imagination.

As she regarded Enid and took in the mess of her hair, the leaves still stuck to her even after most had blown off in the wind, and the blood covering her beautiful face — she realised it was her fault. If Enid hadn’t been protecting her, she wouldn’t be covered in blood, and Wednesday couldn’t figure out if it was Tyler’s or her own, but the usually morbid part of her was gone and she didn’t want to know. It was a strange feeling.

So many questions brewed in Wednesday’s mind — How could Enid be stupid enough to risk her life for her? Was she hurt? What happened to Tyler? How could she be stupid enough to risk her life for her? — But she couldn’t ask any of them. Not now.

All she could do now was drag her close again and shove her face into her neck, letting her eyes flutter shut as she basked in the ray of sunshine that was Enid Sinclair. She didn’t care if the whole school was watching. She didn’t care if Enid wouldn’t ever let her hear the end of it. And she definitely didn’t care if anyone found out that her ice cold heart was slowly being melted bit by bit in Enid’s presence.

All she cared about was Enid’s safety.

And she made a silent vow to keep her safe, for as long as Enid would allow.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Being Best Friends With Enid Sinclair Would Include

The two of you are very close almost so that everyone thinks your dating each other, never clearing any of the rumors up but also never actually acting like a couple which makes you both laugh.

Never really get into fights with each other but making sure the other always knows and understands that you’ll fight anyone for each other, Enid made it very clear when you both were still newly friends that she’d fight anyone until her last breath for you.

Helping her touch up her hair which always ends in a mess especially if you also have dyed hair which Enid begs to help with which also ends in a mess and you both covered in dye.

Telling each other everything that goes on in your lives, from school to dating or even gossip that Enid knows and isn’t meant to tell everyone but feels that you don’t count since your her best friend.

Enid tries her best to help with any and all of your problems and since she’s normally carefree you try to help her before and after all her wolf problems.

Regardless of what kind of jokes you like you’ll be hearing tons of dad jokes, puns, knock knock jokes, anything Enid comes up with and thinks is funny you’ll be the first to hear it.

Getting use to all different kinds of touches from Enid much like: Holding hands, Hugging, Her leaning on you, Friendly kisses, Cuddling, Sitting on each other’s laps.

Enid doesn’t have a set love language with her friends since she understands everyone is different, She jumps at the chance to help you or do something for you, Hold you when you need it, Her giving you nothing but kind words and praise you when she thinks you’ve done well, and finding neat little gifts for you that she makes sure is personable.

Going out into town for hang out dates and finding new things to do, Living with each other when your both older and still finding new things to do and so far her favorite is a car cafe.

Once Wednesday starts going to Nevermore as much as she dislikes it she just got two new friends that radiate big dog energy, She lets both you and Enid have the only soft spots in her life while never telling you either a thing about it.

Teasing each other about anything and poking fun at Enid’s and Wednesday’s own friendship that they seem closer which Enid always makes sure you know is not true since she doesn’t want you jealous.

Doing different hobbies and extra curricular activities together then soon enough even making your own club and letting Enid pick the theme and name for it.

Sharing each other’s clothes no matter what you dress like, She loves wearing your clothes and trying something new while feeling giddy when she sees you wearing hers.

Dealing with any jokes that come from wearing Enid’s handmade jewelry but never taking it off and even making her some in return.

Using a buddy system during school functions, Poe cup, The whole hyde thing and just helping each other or keeping the other sane and safe.

Enid makes you help her bake new things even if it comes out ruined because she got overzealous with trying new flavors, Having dance parties in her dorm room no matter how dorky you both look, Blindly painting each other then hanging it up proudly.

Always texting, calling, face timing, writing each other when your both back at home during holidays and such just to keep the other up to date and because you’ve never had to go so long without the other.

Everyone knowing where one of you is the other isn’t too far behind and after a while in your friendship hearing you both before seeing you.

Celebrating everything no matter how big or small is may seem, Your birthday? Enid ordered a bounce house and the whole school, Another year of being friends? You both make a time capsule to come back to in 10 years, Everything is important from now to when your both adults.

Saying i love you when your more comfortable even though Enid has been saying it since she pretty much first met you but everytime is a big deal to her.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

hello helloooo, i may send this request to other authors (only my favorites tho)

could you do a wednesday addams x gn! reader where the reader can stop time but anyone who is touching them will not be frozen? so like the reader is just like "hey wednesday,(or whatever nickname they have for her) come with me for a sec" and it obviously takes a bit of begging but then they go outside in the rain or snow and the reader just grabs wednesdays hand and puts the other hand up and stops time so the snow or rain just sits there in mid air. could probably make this super fluffy

-C<3

A/N: I had a specific song in my head for this and while it's a sad song, I'm stealing the... vibe? Of the song??

Miracles in December

Wednesday x GN!reader

While snow during the daytime was beautiful in its own right, snow during the night was the most enchanting. The way the flakes reflect the moonlight gave it an ethereal look. You always loved watching the snowfall, but being amongst the precipitation as it surrounds you while suspended in the air was another experience in itself.

And you wanted to share it with someone else.

"Wednesday? My sweet torture?"

The goth hums in response, her attention mainly on her typewriter. You had been watching the snow from the large window in her room while waiting for her to finish writing.

"When you're finished, would you like to take a walk with me?"

There's a pause in her typing. You can see her thought process switch from her novel to your question. It only takes a moment before she's back to typing.

"Of course, cara mia."

You smile at the response before turning back to the window. The snow showed no signs of stopping and that was perfect. Soon, you'll get to show your lover one of your favorite experiences.

-----+++++-----

The woods were silent outside of the crunches of your footsteps. By your side, Wednesday looks around, wondering what you were up to. Eventually you lead the girl to your favorite clearing. The perfect spot for what you were planning.

"My torturous love, are you ready?

The goth just looks at you. "Hard to be ready when you're being secretive, Y/N. You know how I feel about surprises."

You just let out a soft chuckle and hold out your hand. "It's nothing too bad. Just something I wanted to share." The chill in the air bites at your bare hands, but you welcome it. "At the very least, it'll be a new experience for you."

Wednesday just scoffs and takes off her glove. She knew the premise of your abilities but was never able to view it herself. You had explained it and it was simple enough. Still wary of her visions, she hesitantly takes your hand and waits.

With her hand securely in yours, you raise your other hand and summon your power. The ring you wear as your focus glows softly and pulses out, making the snowfall slow in its descent. After a few seconds, it stops completely, suspended in time.

Wednesday lets out a small gasp in stunned surprise. The faint lights of the moon just behind the clouds reflect against the frozen flakes and it shines in her dark eyes like stars. She reaches out and touches a snowflake, pushing it slightly out of its predicted path.

"Shall we make our way back?" When your hand touches the flakes, they continue their descent. You hold your hand out and clear a path back to the academy. "It's a wonderful sight when the lantern lights come into play."

Wednesday nods and leans closer to you. With time stopped, you were truly alone and she felt comfortable enough to show a bit of affection. The two of you strolled back towards the school, hand in hand. You knew that using your ability for this long would exhaust you, but it was worth it.

When you reach Nevermore, Wednesday mentions that the snow looks like moths surrounding the lanterns. You hadn't thought of that before and smiled at the new comparison.

You sat in the quad together, enjoying each other's company with cuddles and kisses. Wednesday caresses your cheek and it nearly makes you lose your concentration. The goth just smirks and continues her affections until the snow starts falling again. You let out a sigh and flop onto her shoulder.

"You are a menace."

"And for some reason, you adore me for it."

"You're not wrong.

You two spend some time longer under the light snowfall before the chill becomes near unbearable. You spend the rest of the night together in your room, warming each other back up. When morning arrives, Wednesday lets you sleep longer to recuperate your powers and returns to her room after placing a kiss on your forehead.

You don't wake up until the next morning.

[randomnessofthehighestorder]

Netflix geeks listen up!

I have never before been so hyped for so many new things on Netflix, but Geeked Week blew me away! Here are some of the announcements that I will definitely be watching:

Castlevania Nocturne Season 2! After that cliffhanger, I’m excited to see Alucard join the fight with Ricter Belmont by his side!

The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep! The OG voice of the White Wolf is back! And did they say merpeople are gonna be involved? I’m down with it!

Arcane Season 2! Again another cliffhanger that I am excited to see the aftermath of, and that clip of Vi’s emo fighter era! She looks great at the cost of emotional turmoil… November can’t come soon enough because all the Arcane fans are about to paint the town blue! Sound off in the reposts and comments, Team Vi or Team Jinx?

The Tomb Raider show! From the trailer, it looks action packed true to the spirit of the games. Haley Atwell is gonna be a great Lara Croft…

The Devil May Cry show! I love the games and the trailer looks so SSStylish! And is that Johnny Yong Bosch as the voice of Dante?! First he voiced Nero in the games, and now the main man himself! We just hit the jackpot! This show is gonna rock!

Avatar the Last Airbender Season 2! It’s started production and we have our Toph Beifong! I can’t wait to see the Gaang in the Earth Kingdom!

The Splinter Cell show! I may know nothing of the original games, but from the responses from the fans, I can tell this show’s gonna be great! I might check the games out to prepare from the awesomeness that is Sam Fisher… Also he’s being voiced by X-Men Origins’ Sabertooth? LFG!

One Piece Season 2! We have our Nico Robin, Crocodile and a look at what Chopper’s gonna look like! Hopefully Brina Palencia will reprise her role as the adorable Straw Hat medic… and I have to say, Joe Manganiello as Mr 0? It’s bound to be a hell of a ride for the Straw Hats, because I think we have all our Baroque Works members casted! The Nakama are ready, are you?

The new season of Black Mirror! The show at its roots is British, as the creator said, so as a Brit myself, I’m excited to see the worlds presented from the darkness of a Black Mirror… and the cast is packed!

The Sandman Season 2! We have the entire family casted and they showed us a peek behind the scenes and everything looks so cool! It’s a dream come true for the comic geek in me!

Cobra Kai’s final season! The Sekai Taikai is about get intense and so much butt is gonna be kicked! Strike hard, strike first, no mercy!

Sakamoto Days! I’ve heard a lot of good things about the manga on social media, so I hope that the anime does it justice…

Cyberpunk?! After Edgerunners, I can’t wait to return to Night City with my chooms!

Wednesday Season 2! That cliffhanger! I can’t wait to return to Nevermore and see the fan fave Addams kid in action!

Squid Game Season 2! The games are about get even more dangerous, and Gi-Hun is back in the game! I guess it’s true, the game never stops…

I might be posting more about these amazing projects as their release dates get closer, but for now, I am onboard the hypetrain and I’m on it until the end!

[nevermore-grimes]

The Elemental Rhythm Tumblr Dashboard Simulator!!! 🎵

I was going to make a part two for my last tumblr dashboard simulator, but then I was like, “Lemme make one for my paracosm’s band AU!” and now here we are.

Also a quick note: The urls and pfps are the same as they are the first part for the sake of ease.

TW: Crude humor

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Catch our latest single, a cover of Vana’s BEG!, coming to anywhere you stream your music!

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I have so many questions. First of all, who tf owns this account? 🤨

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

Uhhh… We all do? Do you not have access to it?

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No??? Wtf???

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Yeah, well, your PR team strongly advised against it, so no Elemental Rhythm tumblr for you, Red.

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Damn…

🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

Dude, you’re asking all the wrong questions. I just wanna know who bought the verified checkmark.

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I did! I wanted us to look official. ☺️

🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

Well, now we look like desperate sellouts.

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Oh.

#I thought it was cute at the time #Sorry

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Check out our full discography, now compiled together on Spotify! It'll be coming to other streaming services soon!

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I'm fully convinced my sister's making most of the posts on this account. 🤣

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Did I make it that obvious? 😅

#Whoopsies! #I guess I do make them all sound super cheery #but that's just because I love us! #Hehehe!

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Ahhh! The Elemental Rhythm made the perfect choice for their lead singer! I just love how Nevermore always puts her whole Embussy into every song.

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...My what?

#Also #You know the others sing too right? #Like I'm not THE lead singer #I'm one of four #Also please never mix my former hero name with the word 'pussy' ever again

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Yo, i-am-iron-man. Dude. When's our next tour?

💰 i-am-iron-man Follow

First of all, I'm your manager. Don't call me dude.

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What do you want us to call you then, dude?

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

I vote we start calling him daddy~ 😏

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...I'm not doing that. 😳

🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

I miss when this thread was about our tour dates.

#Can we go back to that? #Please? #For my mental health

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A member of my PR team just called me, sobbing and begging me to shut the fuck up- 💀

#Like damn #I'm not gonna #but damn

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They don’t. They fuckin’ love it! Never miss a show. Front row, in fact.

And neither should you! I'll send you a ticket to our next show so you can see us perform Kiss Me You Animal by Burn the Ballroom live. I think you’ll enjoy it. 😌

#I don’t know about flailing #but there will be much moaning #See ya there anon!

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💰 i-am-iron-man Follow

I need to have a discussion with my band in regards to their social media usage. Clearly, PR isn't doing their job very well.

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Does this mean I can't promise to flash my tits if we hit a million streams on our latest single?

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WHAT??? DON'T DO THAT!!!

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"You ladies"? 🤨📸

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Oh, come on. Don't twist this around. You know what I meant.

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Me watching everyone in the notes flame Tony for accidentally sounding sexist:

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Also, to the person who said "You'd know a thing or two about heart problems" in response to his tags, you may be going to hell, but you have my utmost respect. 😭

#Also I laughed so hard I started choking #and one of my boyfriends had to do the heimlich on me #So thanks for the failed assassination #I'll still be seeing you in hell #just not yet #lmaooo

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The petition to get Nevermore to stop wearing fedoras is currently at 1,257 signatures. Let's keep it going!

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First of all, it's one fedora. ONE. Second of all... Y'all hate it that much?

#This ain't a democracy #No amount of signatures is gonna get me to trash my hat #but damn...

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not-ember-blade mirror-mirror hopeless-hottie Do you guys watch our fan edits, too? I think I fell down a hole. Chase said I was watching them for three hours straight but it only felt like two minutes. 😅

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The first and only one I saw of myself was a thirst edit. Never again.

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Speak for yourself! I watch fanmade thirst edits of myself every morning!!! They're like affirmations, but in video form while that one mashup of Pony by Ginuwine and Bloodline by Ariana Grande is playing.

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I'm with Gif on this one. I watch thirst edits of myself at least once a day. My favorites are the ones to random German songs.

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I mean, I was talking about the cute edits where we're all dancing... or holding hands... or singing... or other cute and non-sexual stuff, but good for you...

#Now let's stop talking about this #You two worry me

[weemsfreak]

The Board Pt 5: The City That Never Sleeps

Larissa Weems x Anura Ricci

Hi all, this chapter is rather short, but if you like this fic series i'll post pt 6 soon! ~900 words

Pt 4

In early November you found yourself sitting in the Times Square. It was a chilly, lonely November night. Actually, it was 2am in the city that never sleeps. Usually, you were not like this city, but lately, you didn’t sleep either. You looked around and took in the people, the shops, the commotion, the noise, the advertisements, and the dark night sky lit up with artificial light.

You knew that New York was the birthplace of LGBTQ+ rights in the USA, and interestingly for you, New Yorkers spoke hundreds of different languages. Perhaps there was a reason that you came here and fell in love with the place. That was, however, when you were younger. You were realizing now that you missed the small town, family, humble vibes that was your hometown in Italy, and is Jericho. You have been thinking lately, probably too much. You thought of your husband, though you loved him, you thought of him as a best friend as opposed to someone you liked romantically or sexually. You realized that you had no friends, because how could you pick specific people to like and hangout with and trust out of the millions around you. You realized that, although great at your job, maybe teenage you just got on the first train that left the station. You realized that you, knowing everything that you did, didn't know how to help yourself, didn't know what you truly wanted. Or, maybe you did. Maybe you were just rejecting it, maybe you were just scared. Staring down at your bare legs, fresh tattoos stared back at you. Extra black ink stained your skin, and you couldn’t seem make out how the ink would really look quite yet. Hopefully, just above your right knee would read 'Peace will win' and the left, 'Fear will lose' when they healed, and hopefully the new one covering the back of your left shoulder would be a pair of black lips, your own, ironically.

You made your way into a building in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. This outcast school board meeting was going to be so boring. You haven't seen your husband in a couple weeks, so you knew he'd be happy to see you. You were the first one there, so you sat down and started looking over your recent notes from Nevermore that were to be submitted. "Good to see you, Anura" your boss made his way to sit across from you. "You too, sir" you stated handing him your notes. Admittedly, your boss was a really nice guy. He made this job way easier for everyone, if they allowed him to. There were a couple people, not mentioning any names, that acted like they were in charge, despite being on the same level of seniority as you. "These are great notes, thank you for the feedback." He continued, "Anura, when you visited Nevermore, was there anything suspicious, or anything that you may have missed?" You looked to him surprised, you usually never missed anything. Besides the Nightshades and the poisonous plant you found in the greenhouse, there was nothing. "No, I mean, nothing I thought was of concern" you said confidently. Your boss looked at you, "I believe you. However, recent horrible news has come from Jericho, and the sheriff is adamant that it is tied to Nevermore. Someone needs to go back down there. Mr. Martell is going to come in here and insist that he go, but I want to send you back. I need you to offer to go down there, and act like you want to give them a piece of your mind. Mr. Martell is very off track and is being insolent lately, and he's not doing us any favours." You agreed with him fully.

As the room became full, Mr. Martell walked in with your husband at the last minute, talking unnecessarily loud. "Nevermore is giving us outcasts a horrible look. Multiple people have died in the town of Jericho and now the sheriff is pointing fingers at us" he sat down next to your boss as your husband sat next to you. He continued, "The principal there thinks SHE can do whatever she wants. Outreach day, what the hell is outreach day? She spent money on a statue in the town of Joseph Crackstone, of all people, just for it to go up into flames!" He was fuming, but how did he of all people know about all of this? You were there most recently, and you hadn't heard about any of this. "YOU" he said pointing a finger your way. "YOU were there last, you didn’t find anything suspicious, out of the ordinary? You probably took the shapeshifters side and told her to do whatever she pleased" he bit at you. You looked up at him, going to stand and holler back at him in defence of yourself and the school, but you remembered you had to go back there. YOU had to go back there, not anyone else. "Listen Mr. Martell, I didn't find anything out of the ordinary when I was there, but if there's something going on, I will find out" you said with a fake anger. "I will go there and give them a piece of our minds. Nothing will get past us." You wanted to be really convincing, almost throwing in something about Larissa, but you wouldn't stoop to his level of misogyny or shapeshifting slander. Your husband looked at you with wide eyes. You could tell his face was saying 'What are you doing? Shut up.' You didn't know what you were saying or doing, but you knew you had to figure out the truth. Your boss backed you up, "Right, Mx. Ricci, I want you to go to Nevermore and give a detailed report on these recent events. You will stay as long as you need to. You are to leave on Friday" and with that, you were excused.

"What do you think you're doing?" Your husband grabbed you once you were outside, out of view from any of your co-workers. "What do you mean? Craig told me he wanted me to go back to Nevermore. He said he didn't want Mr. Martell to go, he wants me to go instead." Your husband looked at you surprised, but also like he was disappointed. "Anura, you know Kevin Martell acts like he runs the board when he doesn't, but he's the only one who knows what he's doing. Craig is too soft." So what is not being soft exactly? Is it berating a woman who is just doing her job? Is it making fun of her for an ability she can't control having? Is it being a misogynistic and probably homophobic dick? You didn't understand why your husband was on his side. "Kyle, I don't know why you agree with Kevin, but his opinions are way too strong. Nevermore will be fine. He's just pissed off because he's been alive for too long, and there's nothing left on earth to interest him. Why do you hang out with him more than you do me." Honestly, you weren't mad that he didn't hang out with you much. You were mad that for the first time he saw you in weeks, he didn't ask how you we're doing or make polite conversation. He was always caught up in work, and he never took your side. "I don't know Anura, it's just with you, it's never easy." What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Pt 6

[sunnyie-eve]

2 | Therapy

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1811

Warnings: opening up

Last: Nevermore | Next: Knock it Off

"Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her." Weems tells me as we pull up to a building in Jericho. 

"Does she normally work on Sundays? Most have their offices closed." I ask looking at the building. 

"She volunteered to take you Sundays along with Wednesdays." Weems lets me know. 

"Will you be sitting in the vehicle the whole time?" I look over at her, "You don't have to worry about me trying to run away from it. I quite enjoy my therapy sessions." I tell her. 

"Well in that case I'll go pay the mayor a visit after a few minutes or walk around. Afterwards we can meet at the Weathervane for hot chocolate." She tells me. 

"I do love hot chocolate." I get out going inside the building.

"Valentine, I've been waiting for you. I've read all there is about you. Take a seat." Dr. Kinbott smiles at me. 

"So then you know no therapist can handle me and my issues." I take a seat across from her. 

"Well in not like any of those fifty." She tells me. 

"We'll see if you can outlast them before you crack. The shortest time for one was ten minutes." I give her a smile like she gave me. 

"I promise, I won't crack so easily. And this is a safe space where we can discuss anything. What your thinking, feeling, your views in the world." She explains to me. 

"I think you might be right on lasting a bit longer than the others because you aren't sitting across the entire room away from me with your voice shaking in fear."

"Why did they fear you?" She asks me. 

"From what they read about me." I get comfortable in my seat. 

"Do you want to tell me why you did what you did last year to that girl and boy?" She asks. 

"My so called friend and boyfriend got together behind my back. I prefer to be the backstabber not the backstabbey so they had it coming. Especially knowing what kind of person I am and what I'm capable of doing." I explain messing with my sleeve. 

"You feel no remorse not guilt?" She says watching me. 

"Of course not. If anything I'm disappointed in myself for failing at my mission." I roll my eyes at myself.

"I'm going to change the topic, if that's alright with you. How is your relationship with your family?" She says so I look her in the eyes. 

"Well. I get along with each member. Dr. Kinbott, I may be a tab bit psychotic at times but I still have a heart. Especially when it comes to family. Others are a different story depending on how they are as a person and how they are to me. I know what feelings are and I can read them well but not everyone deserves for me to care about them." I explain to her, "You have to earn it from me." I give her a smile. 

"In your family who do you have the best relationship with?" She tilts her head and I think. 

"My sister, even though we are quite the opposite at times. I believe it's because we're twins so we just have that bond. But as I said, I have a good relationship with each member. My mother, father, sister, and brother. Even my uncle, Thing, and Lurch."

Soon the session was over and I head over to the Weathervane to meet Principal Weems. I walk inside to see she wasn't here yet so I decide to get a hot chocolate and wait for her. I walk up to the counter and a guy's back was turned towards me as I waited. I clear my throat making him turn around to look at me, "A hot chocolate and a croissant... please." I tell him with a straight face. 

"New to Nevermore I'm guessing since I've never seen you around." He eyes me.

"Indeed." I say before taking a seat at a booth looking out the window for Weems.

"Here you go. A hot chocolate with a croissant." He places my stuff down on the table, "You waiting for someone?" He asks me. 

"I am but I don't think it's any of your business who." I look up at him. 

"I didn't ask who." He says matching my energy making me get a slight smile.

"I'm Valentine."

"Tyler. What brings you into town or is that not part of my business as well?" He asks me making me think he's not that bad.

"Therapy session, Court order. Two days a week." I tell him. 

"Dr. Kinbott, what do you think of her?" He takes a seat across from me making me eye him.

"Stronger than the past fifty therapists I've had." 

"Fifty?" His eyes widen. 

"I'm a little too much to handle. That's why I'm starting at Nevermore this year. Ten schools in the last five years. No one else will take me because of my record." I add. 

"Should I even ask?" He chuckles. 

"Recent was attempted murder. If you look me up you'll come across a few articles. None tell the true story though." I shrug my shoulders. 

"Care to tell me the true story? I don't want to read lies about you." He asks so I sit up straight. 

"They say I was a jealous crazy ex. That's not true and I didn't try choking her to death nor did I drop a brick on his head." I stop for his reaction and he had wide eyes as I expected. "My so called friend and boyfriend got together behind my back. I learned it went on the entire time I was with him and became friends with her. One day I decided to bring a dessert to school I made for her... I accidentally forgot she was deathly allergic to nuts and well my brownies had many mixed nuts. I blended them so small you couldn't tell they had nuts. She ate one and well started chocking to death. I told her I'll get help but I just left her for someone else to take care of. Later in the day at home I was building something with my brother and my boyfriend came over yelling at me about what happened. I told him to leave but he refused so I made him run off throwing bricks at him as if they were snow balls. I got a go shot at his head a few times which caused a concussion and good amount of blood lost. Also memory loss."

"Huh..." He just stares at me. 

"Don't worry my actions like that are based on if the person deserves it for something they did wrong to me. If you stay on my good side, you're safe." I explain to him. 

"I have anger issues... court order to see Dr. Kinbott too. I got sent to a boot camp for my actions just got back not to long ago. Being there I learned that's not the version of myself I want to be." He tells me looking at the table. 

"A bitter townie that blames everyone else for the shitty hand he's been dealt? You know, Tyler, you can do or did a terrible thing or things and not be a terrible person. Most see me as a terrible person at first glance and once they hear about me... but I'm not that bad when you get to know me. I do have my moments though." I make him look up at me.

"You act like you don't care but deep down you do?" He speaks so I slightly nod my head. 

"I'll never physically say that though. It's too much to admit out loud." I sigh looking out the window. 

"You're secret is safe with me... even though I just met you." He chuckles making me too. 

"I see you made a friend." Weems walks up to us giving me a smile. "I guess you can say that." I tell her as Tyler gets up.

"She'll take a hot chocolate as well." I tell him so he goes to make her one as she takes his spot.

"How was your session?" She asks me with her smile she always puts on. 

"It went well. Dr. Kinbott is much braver than the others." I tell her as Tyler brings her, her drink. 

"That's nice to hear. I'm glad it went well."

"How often do we get to come into town?" I ask Weems. 

"You can come anytime that's not during school hours but it's about a 25 minute walk or there's a shuttle on the weekends." She lets me know before she takes a sip of her drink. 

I just nod my head to that looking out the window. We don't stay much longer and when Weems pays for our drinks Tyler tells me he hopes to see me around more.

When we get back to the school I decided to walk around the grounds stumbling across a shed in the woods. Wondering in I see Xavier sketching while listing to music so he doesn't hear or see me come in. I walk up behind him looking at what he was doing and he was really good at what he does. I tap his shoulder making him look but I move to the other side then do the same as he turns the other way taking his earbud out. 

"You drew my nose wrong." I speak up making him get startled. 

"Valentine." He stands up quickly. 

"You made this into your little studio?" I look around at his other work.

"What are you doing out here?" He asks me. 

"Just wondering around and stumbled upon this place. I came in but you didn't notice me. You're quite the artist. I do the same in my free time. I'll show you some of my work one day." I walk around then turn to face him waiting for him to speak again. 

"I don't want you to think I'm creepy for drawing you." He eyes his work. 

"Trust me, it's not creepy. I know creepy." I walk back over to look at it. "May I?" I motion to it to fix my nose. 

"Go ahead." He lets me and I take a seat redoing my nose perfectly. 

"There, now it's me." I stand up.

"I come out here to let things out on paper." He puts his stuff way. 

"Why me?" I raise my head up some. 

"I don't know. I just sat down, put music on and zoned out." He scratches the back of his neck. 

"You have very good memory on how people look." I let him know. 

"Expect your nose apparently." He chuckles. 

"Yes. I'll leave you be now." I head towards the door. 

"I'm coming too. Get things ready for the first day tomorrow." He leaves with me.