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Larissa Weems

A shot, alpha x alpha, they fuck, cute in the end ig, girls with cocks, valentine's day yaaay

GIF NOT MINE

[ i just need a good omegaverse fic with alpha x alpha (ofc reader and larissa), but i made this. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ]

Alpha!Larissa x Alpha!Reader!

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Larissa was always expected to choose an omega mate, not just for her family but also for her future. heirs. So it comes as a shock to everyone, including Larissa, when she ends up choosing another alpha to be her mate. Almost every week, Larissa would have a few dates with omegas, but each and every one of them was rejected by her inner alpha. Until one day, Larissa finds her partner during one of these hearings, an anonymous escort for a foreign omega. With the scent of bergamot and sweet tangerines filling Larissa's nostrils, she knows her search is over. She gets up from her chair and walks towards the omega, completely skirting the omega and arriving right in front of the alpha behind her, who stares at her presence with mild surprise. The two stare at each other before Larissa cracks a smile, nodding her head as the other people around her sigh loudly. The only time the principal had to do this, was for her parents.

"May I know my mate's name?"

Larissa asks, waiting anxiously for the other woman's response.

“Y/NL/N, I'm Principal of *you choose* Academy.”

The woman says, returning Larissa's smile and shocking with the depth of your voice.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Weems.”

You nod with grace. Larissa had heard of your Academy before, a place where alphas, betas, and omegas were treated with equal respect, a stance Larissa wants to adopt in the Nevermore. Though his superiors are well aware of her dreams, they have tried to discourage her countless times, telling Larissa that others, especially alphas, would not tolerate this, not when it harmed them. Perhaps if she could have you by her side, it would be easier for your people to change. After all, an alpha mating another alpha is a rarity, even if they are destined to be mates.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/NL/N."

Larissa returns, feeling much more hopeful about the future now than she did a few minutes before meeting your lovely companion.

With long, shiny, tied silver hair and bright blue eyes, do you particularly think your companion is the most beautiful person in the world? everyone you've met in your life and you've seen many beautiful people, men and women of all secondary genders.

Larissa knows that the typical tradition for predestined alpha couples is that they pursue a platonic relationship while having omega spouses, but she wants to meet you, taking the time to see if there can be mutual love between you, fighting the traditions that required her to secure her bloodline with an omega mate. So Larissa does the unthinkable and risks…

"Miss Y/N, would you do me the honor to let me court you?"

Larissa asked, taking her favorite bracelet off and presenting it to you. Eyes wide with surprise, you hesitate for a moment, then let go. a shaky sigh.

"I will."

You say before reaching out to take the bracelet, only to have your hand held by Larissa.

“Let me put it on.”

Larissa looks into your mesmerizing eyes, lips curling into a dimpled smile as you nod. And that was the beginning of their relationship, filled with love and understanding between two alphas who decided to break with societal norms. Larissa and you got married, mated, and fought for secondary gender equality after the coronation. One would think that between two alphas, routines would be a nightmare to deal with, and then there was the issue of heirs… For the second edition, you and Larissa continue to work on duty. And as for the grooves, well…

“Rissa, stop! You're too tight!"

You scream, drooling as Larissa jumps on top of your cock slamming against her stomach, sweat pouring down her toned body, crushing sounds coming from where her ass is swallowing your cock.

"Oh GOD—!"

Larissa scoffs.

"You...your cock is fi- ah...well..."

She pants, her rhythm doesn't falter as her alpha stamina keeps it moving.

"I thought you loved fucking my ass, what happened to that, huh?"

You look visibly tense, veins bulging as you look down to where Larissa is leading you to the base of your knot in formation, its edge extending so much it looks more like an omega is standing on top of it. you. Except Larissa is definitely an alpha.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Larissa teases her behavior by making it seem like she's just talking instead of fucking you with her ass. Because that's what's happening. You're getting ass fucked by Larissa. During Larissa's routine, she prefers to go downstairs first, mainly so she can be less aggressive and take her time opening you up and having sex later. It works both ways, with you doing the same thing during your routine. You whimper, wanting nothing more than to turn Larissa and fuck her that way, but they're both well aware of an alpha's routine instincts. Larissa would settle for nothing less than being the dominant force in this situation.

“R-Rissa”

You whimper uselessly, cupping your own chest and playing with your nipples. Larissa pulls your hands away, her own hands taking their place as she pinches your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers before squeezing the thick muscles beneath them as she uses your chest for support as she rides you even harder.

“You know what to say if it's too much..”

Larissa reminds you, who shakes her head and presses her fingers into the sheets. L

"All goOD-"

You gasp, pushing yourself against Larissa, and get slapped in the chest for your troubles.

“Are you going to cum on me? Will you tie a knot and breed me, Honey?~"

Larissa teases, you moan loudly at the suggestion, unable to hold back any longer as you place your knot in Larissa, filling her with copious amounts of cum. Larissa moans, rubbing and swirling her hips onto your cock, then wraps her hands around her own cock and fucks them until her own knot bursts, cumming into his chest with a deep, guttural growl.

"Fuck yes, Y/N!"

Once the heat of the moment has subsided, Larissa leans in, as far as she can while being tied by a stick and kisses ur forehead. a contrast to their rough sex.

You take Larissa's hand, Larissa's favorite bracelet still hanging around her companion's wrist, and bring it to your mouth, giving it a soft kiss.

"I love you too, my love."

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this was rushed, sorry for any mistakes

GIF NOT MINE

Gwendoline Christie

flirts, cute (ig), confused, they are in love. but they don't know.

GIF NOT MINE

[Just flirt. They are in love, especially reader. God. i love Gwen. Gwendoline and her Bf have an open relationship and are ok with having other relationships, but love each other *in this fic*. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE]

Gwendoline Christie x Famous!Reader?

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These days, everything just feels like a loop. Invitations, invitations and more invitations for parties, fashion shows and work. You felt full of it. You wake up and have to go straight to some meeting, you wake up and have to go somewhere, just to stare at people talking, you wake up...and you have people peppering you with questions and asking you to step on them. Not that you hate your fans, but you're just tired. You need some time. You are overloaded.

Sitting at one of the tables, not far from the stage, watching another fashion show that you were invited to and had to attend, because your husband is obsessed with money and knows that the source of all this is you. You let out a sigh, hoping this will be over soon. With the way you are barely able to concentrate on the show in front of you right now, you know this day is going to be unbearably long.

After trying and failing miserably to pay attention to the presenter on the stage, you decide to give up. You've given yourself a good forty minutes of trying, but your interest in what’s going on is non-existent and you're more than convinced that if you need whatever he's presenting, chances are it's already in the package you got.

What you still don't know is how you're going to spend the rest of your time. Not wanting to be too disrespectful by using your cell phone mid-presentation, you grab your not-so-big bag and pull out a blank piece of paper and a pen just to do some random doodling. Aimless. But sadly, drawing eyes or hands are no longer on your to-do list. But even so, you continue to draw, your eyes almost closing from sleep. A few minutes go by and you're just getting even more bored. Somehow while drawing you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. This is starting to make you uncomfortable. With a spunk of curiosity you lift your head to look around, trying not to be too obvious for everyone to notice. You can the other tables in the room, trying to discover the source of the sensation. When you finally achieve what you've been unknowingly looking for, you feel your breath hitch at the sight. All you find is a woman watching you like you’re a piece of art.

And in your opinion, this woman could be a painting that came to life. As you stare at the woman, you can tell that she could be the most beautiful woman in the world. Her medium blonde hair with curls like a tangle of beauty. An invitation to affection, the strands making small curves, like a smile. Unlike you,who’s pretty much just awkward, the rest of her is something like everything that could be described as something indescribable, the picture of professionalism. The delicate white skin that you would love to touch with your kindness, the lips of blood that boil not for heat but for love, the crystalline eyes, so deep that they carry more stories than a book can tell. It's the color of someone who carries something more than windows of the soul on her face; it's brute strength, beautiful and affectionate. That pulls your eyes to hers The irises of her eyes being the true art-stained space. Eyes you find hard to look away from.

Still sitting and looking at the woman, you can tell she noticed the red in your cheeks, shoulders and collarbone. Just like her, after being caught looking. But she doesn't look away, being unflinching with her eye contact. Her focus makes you even more flushed and confused, which makes you feel that the look isn't for you. After scanning the room thoroughly for the second time. You're sure the looks is for you, and it makes you cringe a little. Meeting her eyes again, you see that she smiles a little wider as she sees that you finally understand that she is looking at you.

But the universe might not want you to have a distraction or something. The man on stage calls your name, grabbing your attention. He’s talking about the models and the shows. Congratulations to you, since You helped with this. But now, really? The man continues, trying to keep your attention.

Try as you might, you can't break free of the woman's gaze. Smiling gently at the man, the rest of the adults and your husband standing around, you can't help, but steal some looks in the woman's direction. It's like you're stuck like this. And sometimes you can catch her looking and it's emotional, leaving warm little goofy smiles when you catch her looking. It's more exciting to know that she's interested in you and the game you've played with her. When everyone was up for the treats you got out of your chair so fast, you almost fell. You noticed the woman laughing and you're not sure how, but you somehow heard it. You just want her with now, because the sound was the most divine thing you ever heard.

"Are you well?"

Your husband asked, a small tone of false concern in his voice. You just wave chim away. Not much dialogue, just looking for the woman in the crowd. Your interest in her just grows, you want to go to her. But you’re failing. So you decide to go ask your close friends about this woman. Whispering to the not so short woman to your left you ask: *f/n = friend name*

"f/n do you know who this woman is?"

"Which one?"

"That one. Medium blonde hair, red lips, tall and pink dress."

You gesture vaguely in the direction of the mystery woman, not wanting to be too obvious.

"Oh, her. Her name is Gwendoline Christie, an actress who works with Tim Burton."

"Oh okay. Thanks."

"Why the question? Don't say something is going on."

Your friend whispers questioningly, with a rather interesting face and a sly smile. You just shrug your shoulders and curse under your breath. Going back to looking at the woman, she looks like she is not noticing you, she's talking to a man with glasses. They look really close. You blink with a frown on your face but try not to care too much and just walk over to the treats. Flirting certainly made the time pass faster than expected, but it also does something else. It made your heart beat faster in anticipation. What you have no idea. And hope to feel that, again. Take a moment to consider her thoughtfully, looking unobviously in your direction, for which you are more than grateful. 

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inspiration from: Know Your Name. An fanfic in AO3 with Larissa x Reader.

Hope u liked this <3

I think i am going to make a part two 💀

(person who helped edited for a better english, bc Idk nothing: @lils-cards love u)

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- baby gwen have my heart rn

GIF NOT MINE

Bits from the WEDNESDAY Pilot Draft:

Pugsley had originally dialogue during the drive to Nevermore and he appears to be not very bright, as he can’t spell complex words. My take is that in the shows canon. Wednesday is the Brains and Pugsley is the Brawn.

Tyler’s Mom was the Coach of the Nevermore Fencing Team and not a Member as we assumed.

The Hyde had originally Arctic Blue Eyes.

More Informations:

Enid, Xavier, Yoko, Tyler, Bianca, Ajax, Kent, Rowan, Lucas and Lucas’s dim witted friends are 16, which means that Wednesday is the youngest of the older teens.

The Rose And Her Thorn

Masterlist

This may not be very good, but here you go!

Word Count: 1482

Part 1.

To most who crossed her path, Esmeria Roman was considered abnormal. She was 5'0, with silky dark brown hair and the most enchanting pair of stormy gray eyes that anyone had ever seen. Her family was a complicated one. Not that she was complaining, they were wonderful in her opinion, but they were considered just as abnormal (if not more so) as Esmeria. Her father was Hades, Lord of the Underworld, and her mother was Persephone, Goddess of Spring.

No one knew that of course. If people found out that her parents were Greek gods, her whole life, everything she had worked so hard to achieve, would go up in smoke. Only two people knew of Esmeria's parentage. The first was Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy, the school for outcasts (Vampires, Sirens, Werewolves, and people with powers in general). The second was Enid Sinclair, one of Esmeria's best friends.

You may be wondering, 'If it's a school for outcasts, why can't anyone know who her parents are?' The answer to that question is that to normies, the gods are simply myths, and it's best that they stay that way. It just makes it easier if the outcasts don't know either.

Esmeria got most of her powers from her mum, being able to manipulate plants and a little bit of the weather. She could manipulate the dead (animals and humans), but she could only do it once every so often, as it took a lot of energy out of her. Which is why she was now lying on Enid Sinclair's bed, half asleep, the young werewolf trying to cheer her up.

"Come on, Esmè! My new roomie's getting here today. Can you at least act happy for me? Please?"

Esmeria groaned, cracking her eyes open to glare at Enid. "You were the one who wanted to cuddle the squirrel, Enid."

Enid pouted, opening her mouth to speak, only to hear the door creak open. Esmeria lifted a finger, speaking the words, "Ding dong." Before rolling over as if to go to sleep while she listened to the voices of those who had entered the room.

"It's so... vivid." She heard a man's voice say, being immediately followed by Enid's perky, "Howdy, roomie!"

She sat up as Larissa Weems spoke. "Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair."

Esmeria sat up on the bed, five heads turning to look at her, with three unfamiliar faces. The two oldest were a man and a woman, clearly married. The woman was stunning. She was tall, with long black hair and a long black tight-fitting dress. Her husband was shorter, also with black hair, wearing a grey pinstriped suit.

There was a girl standing between them (Wednesday), and she was the most beautiful person Esmeria had ever seen. Her long raven black hair was done into two braids that framed her face, and her fringe stopped just above her equally as dark eyes. Her skin was almost as pale as snow, and her eyes glared out at the room before her.

Esmeria paused for a second, regaining her composure, and walked calmly over to the small group, Weems smiling in a welcoming manner at the brunette's presence. "And this is Esmeria Roman, our resident florist."

Esmeria frowned at the headmistresses little jibe about her powers. "You know I resent the flower jokes, Larissa."

Enid glanced between the two, eventually stepping foward to speak to Wednesday. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little... pale."

Esmeria's eyes widened. "Enid you can't just ask that." She hissed.

Wednesday tilted her head imperceptibly, noticing the brunette's slight Italian accent.

Wednesday's mother moved foward a bit. "Wednesday always looks half dead."

Enid nodded lightly. "Oh." She then surged forward, arms wide for a hug. "Welcome to Ophelia Hall!"

Wednesday stepped backwards with a minorly disgusted expression on her face at the same time that Esmeria tugged Enid backwards, correctly assuming that Wednesday wasn't a hugger.

Enid shrugged, a smile still bright on her face. "Not a hugger. Got it."

Esmeria tuned out of the conversation slightly, as a small buzzing noise filled her head. She caught the words: "Please excuse Wednesday, she's allergic to colour." The buzzing slowly receded as Enid said: "Oh, wow."

Esmeria stepped foward, standing next to Enid. "If you don't mind me asking, what happens?"

Wednesday tilted her head, speaking flatly. "I break out into hives and the flesh peels off my bones."

Esmeria grinned, turning to Enid. "Enid, do you still have the death book I left here?"

Enid rolled her eyes. "Next to the pens."

Esmeria nodded and ran over to find it. Larissa sighed. "Sorry about her, she's a bit... morbid. Anyway, we've special ordered you a uniform, Wednesday." She chuckled.

Esmeria walked back to the group, a notebook clutched in her hand, pen scribbling furiously at the paper. Larissa sighed. "Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way. Maybe take Esmeria with you? I don't want her to blow anything up again."

Enid nodded, and so they were off.

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Enid, Esmeria and Wednesday were walking around the school, Enid chattering away happily, Esmeria looking very bored. "Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us. Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here."

Wednesday turned to look at Enid. "You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't plan on staying here for long."

Esmeria frowned, tilting her head. "Why not?"

"This was my parents idea." Wednesday glanced over to a picture containing an old fencing team. "Oh look, there's my mother smirking at me." She turned her head back to the blonde and brunette. "They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

Enid smiled slightly. "What plan?"

Wednesday turned back to look at the other two. "To turn me into a version of themselves."

Esmeria grinned (she seemed to be doing that a lot around Wednesday). "Well then, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled some strings to get you off."

Wednesday walked past Enid and Esmeria. "Actually it was two kids, but who's counting?"

Esmeria sighed in happiness, clutching Enid's arm. "Enid, she's perfect."

Enid raised an eyebrow, gazing at Esmeria in confusion. "How are you this whipped already? You know what, nevermind. Come on!"

And they walked after Wednesday.

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Enid spread her arms out. "This is the quad."

Wednesday spoke, taking the words right out of Esmeria's mouth. "It's a pentagon."

Enid sighed, walking away with the two short girls following her. "The whole snarky goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different. Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés."

"Well then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain." Enid said, somewhat smugly, and Esmeria rolled her eyes at her friend.

Enid spoke again, with a smile this time. "There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales." She counted them off on her fingers. "Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires."

Esmeria leaned close to Wednesday's face. "Some of them have literally been here for decades."

Enid smiled, walking further foward. "That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me!" Upon spotting her, all of the Furs started howling at Enid.

The trio stopped walking, all looking out at the quad (pentagon). Esmeria spoke this time. "Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs like, wolf out. I suggest you pick up noise-canceling headphones. Or you can bunk with me!"

Wednesday turned to look at her, and a blush spread across the brunette's cheeks. "My dad pulled some strings, so I don't have a roommate. I soundproofed my room so I can't her them, and they can't hear me."

Wednesday nodded slowly, then turning to look at Enid. "I'm assuming Scales are sirens?"

Enid nodded. "You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Apart from Esmeria, but that's something different."

Wednesday's head turned back to Esmeria, who moved closer to Enid, now standing in the middle. "I don't understand why we can't just kill her."

Wednesday was intrigued. Enid was not. "Because, Esmé, murder is illegal."

Esmeria rolled her eyes. "That has never stopped me before."

Both of Wednesday's eyebrows had now disappeared behind her fringe. Had this sweet girl really killed people? If so, how did they anger her to the point of committing murder? As much as she did not want to admit it, Wednesday liked Esmeria Roman. The mystery surrounding her was one that Wednesday wanted to untangle.

You know that I write a fanfics about Larissa Weems and Marilyn Thornhill.

Not fun but very fun at the same time,there won't be an update for a while, my PC needs to be fixed, as a result of all this I no longer have the original fanfic files. And so the time that I have to fix it there will be no update.

Sorry but you have,but bad news brings good news I'm working hard on the plot, the rest of my fics with a chronology and a backround so ⚠ it's going to be cool.

Pt.2 Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

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Warnings : pre-smut, frustation.

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Lovebirds eh... says Larissa of a sweet way she sits on the bench right next to you just after sitting she took you by the hips lifted you up, and placed you on her thighs she could not help but laugh at you feeling you swaying on her thighs.

Then my dear we are two lovebirds, she whispered in your ear you could not help stuttering trying to answer her something.

You…. Know you should not always believe what Morticia says eh.

Of course, my dear, of course, she would tighten you closer to her and kiss your neck you couldn’t help but smell her hypnotising perfume you’d become a crimson day, Couldn’t think of anything other than the sensation that her lips on your neck might cause as another sensation.

Back to the present:

Always blushing when I’m here isn’t it, my dear I love seeing you like this always a blushing mess under my words and fingers, You could literally give up trying not to the dubious insinuations they made when you were talking about pleasant moments.

You mumbled an inaudible yes in your ear, but she heard it.

You know all this reminds me of very good memories of you lying on that desk moaning my name, Ho yes very, very good memories like the time she took you to her cabin in the mountain Ho yes you had spent the best two weeks of your life.

Honey, Larissa exclaimed as she went to sit in her chair, Come sit on my thighs now little girl Mommy has been waiting for one thing since your return.. You stood up and sat on his thighs.

Talk to me with words Pet, Larissa could only do one thing before she fucked you until you begged her to stop.

Little girl reminds me of who you belong to.

Marilyn Thronhill x Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

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The Link for the playlist : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1GwA5EoCsgaAcxfrzisM9u?si=992df3674c864e44

warning : pre-smut, age gap, gay panic as hell.

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Continuing your journey to Nevermore was the best choice you could ever make.

Knowing your 2 biggest weaknesses, it was an obligation for you to stay at the academy you could never be a second separated from these 2 women under pain of panicking, you don’t know why since you helped Mrs. Weems (by helping her with paperwork) and Mrs. Thornhill (helping her with her classes in the greenhouse).

Just this morning seeing Weems and Thornhill for your morning of reading could get you down on your knees, putting your playlist you start to panic hearing the music playing.

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Back to this morning:

You started knocking like every Saturday at the door of the Weems office for your Morning of Reading which started at 9am and ended at 1pm, so as not to lie to each other it was a moment where you tell yourself your week of gossip but also you took your grandchildlunch together and your lunch.

It did you a lot of good because you could get rid of all the frustration you had accumulated during the week, spending the whole morning with your 2 favorite people but also the only 2 people who gave you gay panics.

You twisted a second time because the first time you didn’t get an answer, you came in and heard Larissa’s voice when you opened you got a hello from the 2 women each sitting on a chair on each side of the fireplace.

When Thornhill said hello to you she was lighting the fireplace, good God she was gorgeous with her satin shirt with floral motifs (somewhat transparent)

My dear to bring you the books?  Larissa asked you to raise the books that were in your hands to answer.

Perfect replied Marilyn went back to sit in her chair, although we have interesting stories about your honey week, Marilyn asked you.

Well, not much yet

Are you sure about that, honey, you’re nodding your head or I understand that you don’t want to tell us that right now after all you’re good enough to cover your face, said Marilyn.

You looked astonished on your face, you stuttered

Oh dear you know you are not very gifted your feelings for you very long, you suspect that we do not let everyone sit on our thighs Larissa got up seized this heading towards you Marilyn did not take very long before following her.

Then she grabbed your chin between her fingers then placed her left hand on your cheek she gently caressed it, then suddenly you heard your playlist go off throwing the title «Cult of Dionysos»

 Larissa toussa, I don’t want to interrupt this romantic moment but as this music suggests, sharing is highly recommended and I too would like to taste my reward, she replied, by displaying a large on her lips.

Ho my darling prepare this day will be the most exhausting of your life, said Larissa making you.

Prepare to reach the seventh heaven, my dear, added Marilyn with a small laugh.

Extract Marilyn Thornhill x Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

You are a former student of Nevermore Academy, you knew Mrs.Weems from the beginning of your schooling in your last year you met Marilyn Thornhill, And since then you have decided to continue working with them, not being able to prevent you from staying away from these two women especially during your Saturday morning reading meetings.

Update

I plan to post tonight a chapter for fic with Larissa, and maybe create one with Tornhill you can ak if you want other fic. I’m gonna post at 7pm English time

I’m not pretty sure that i can write part for today, i think i’m gonna post a little part like 200 words smutty things.

And don’t forget tomorrow i’m gonna write more.

You can ask me if you want other specific part, with Larissa weems or other charactere.

I’m pretty sur i can write other little part today if you want.

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

When you first met Larissa Weems, it was during your first year in Nevermore. She was already her fourth year in Nevermore and was your guide to visit the school.

And here you are 20 years later face-to-face in his office for a teaching job at Nevermore, and you’re blushing and panicking trying to line up a sentence in front of your childhood crush.

But alas impossible for you you become a blushing and stuttering mess and inspiring, vowels almost every word to make her after all this time you didn’t think that it would upset you so much, But here’s Larissa Weems in all her glory making you stutter and have a nice gay panic.

Now she starts staring in your eyes if you don’t die under her gaze you were sure to survive everything, then she starts coughing.

-Mrs.l/n can we get back to our conversation.

-Mmhh, so yes… I.. I like to tell you I wanted to talk to you about this work. As a professor of macabre psychology at Nevermore.

-Yes, I see I read your e-mail, you would like to become a professor of macabre psychology, if that’s what you mean, I think I can follow up on your application.

Uhmm you started playing with your fingers looking at the ground

She’s coughing again.

-Follow me, you follow her as the little kink you are.

You find yourself facing the chimney she made you sign to sit on the black velvet armchair while she stood right behind you.

She leaned towards your ear and whispered

"My dear, we haven’t seen this for a long time.

As you felt his breath in your neck, you began to have the goose flesh, and you began to blush as hard as a tomato.

As soon as she noticed your blush she let out a little laugh.

"My dear, you always blush so much when I am around you, don’t you?"

She accentuated the pronunciation of the don't you

You couldn’t help but swallow the ball down your throat.

Let’s go back 20 years since you joined the academy 2 months ago and you already had a big crush on Larissa, who wouldn’t, she was perfect, she had everything to please big, smart, beautiful and good gods her accent was to die for.

Every time she called you a total panic, you couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes.

Y/n Hello Earth, Morticia interrupted you in full reflection on any defect that Larissa might have

"Hmm yes. you were saying something

-You can stop drooling for two seconds and talk to him.

-Hi honey, Larissa interrupted you.

"I’ll leave the two lovebirds" she said, leaving the table and heading for Gomez.

END of the part 1

I’m really sorry it’s not that long, but don’t forget that there will be another part.

News about Larissa Weems x reader, i finish the 1st part.

aproximatly the length of the first par is 400 words i know that’s not a lot but you will have a lot of part like more than 20 one per day if i can, I’m reall sorry but i can’t write more than that.

I think i’m gonna write a fanfic about Larissa Weems because she’s so hot and why not.(Like godamn did you saw Gwendoline Christie waka waka hehehehehe she’s so tall and pretty and hot as helllll with all my respect)

Did i have mention that i’ve got issues.

To sum up: You have known Larissa Weems since she was 16 years old and here you are again 20 years later in her office discussing the possibility of becoming a professor at Nevermore. revelations and possibly smuty things and cute kisses 

Who doesn’t want Gwendoline Christie walking on them with high heels and say, “so good” (she can run me over with a car, i would be thankful) like i would thank  her if she does that, and who is normal when they saw her on screen ?

Actually, I think I have a problem, since when I think I’m normal when i want someone to step on me, someone can explain me what my problem is.

Who doesn’t panic when they saw her arghhhhhhh.

Thanks to the person who post that, thanks to you I can do online therapy, i understand my problems what my parent failed in my education, I’m pretty sure that seeing the movie carol too early is the cause of that mess i am now.

Thankfully we are on Tumblr (not Twitter) and no one like her gonna see that like Aubrey Plaza say we are all sick little babies.

Did you watch Wednesday consumed with the desire for Gwendoline Christie to step on you or are you normal?

its not fairrrrrr that should be MEEEE :(

also gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure, her hands.....dear lord im not making it out of this one.

will be awake thinking about this and probably forever.

I have no words Gwen

A silly little oneshot no one asked for

reader and yoko playing their music really loud in their dormitory, their dorm mom comes in curious of why the two delinquents are breaking the loud music rule again, she sees that they are dancing to a song and finds it adorable, because of this she leaves them to have a good time, a bit later Larissa Weems gets annoyed by the same song that had been played on repeat for an hour, so she goes to the source of the music, she then finds reader and yoko dancing and singing to the song.

Yoko : “YOU TAKE YOUR GIRL”

Y/n : “AND MULTIPLY HER BY FOUR”

both : “NOW A WHOLE LOTTA WOMAN NEEDS A WHOLE LOT MORE”

Yoko : “GET YOURSELF TO THE BUTTERFLY LOUNGE”

Y/n : “AND FIND YOURSELF A BIG LADYYY”

Thornhill and Weems now stand in the doorway watching the two teenagers dance and sing the song, Thornhill chuckles a little at the sight of it and Weems just stands there frozen.

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I saw an edit of Weems with this song on tiktok and needed to write something about it because this song is just 🤌🏽

Hi! How are you doing? I hope everything is good!

While a were searching for yoko x reader i found your blog, it seems people forget about her! And I'm so thirsty for her, so if you want could you write something for yoko x fem reader?

Thanks and have a great day!

(Sorry is there are any mistakes english isn't my first language).

LIFE LINE

Reader is depressed due to her mother figure, Miss Weems being stabbed with the nightshade needle, Weems is in hospital but presumed dead by poor y/n, yoko being y/n’s girlfriend has been with y/n as much as possible during her time of mourning

Warning - angst with a dabble of more angst 😙

It had been a few weeks since the Crackstone attack on Nevermore Academy, Weems was supposedly dead and Miss Thornhill was definitely dead. Both of your parental figures gone in the space of an hour because some shitty dead dude decided he needed to kill all outcasts. Everyone knew Thornhill was behind the attack but you, no one had the heart to tell the you this, and so help anyone who got close to telling you. On the day of the attack you were in the library catching up on your studies awaiting on your girlfriend yoko, that was until a explosion occurred, knocking you out, you had then been unconscious throughout the whole thing. After the attack, all of your friends had been looking for you as you weren’t evacuated with the other students, this was when yoko remembered about yours and her study date, she amongst her friends had ran to the library praying for you to still be there, they found you passed out there in the library.

Now with it being the two week mark of the attack Yoko, Wednesday, Bianca and Enid had tried their best to keep you from falling deeper into the hole of depression the whole day dug you into. Bianca brought you water and sang to you until you fell asleep, Enid made sure your self care was being done even if she had to do it for you, Wednesday came and helped with the your studies, Ajax came and blessed you with his poor attempts at comedy while yoko came to check on you every few hours making sure you had ate, drank water and just to be there through this time.

Principle Weems had allowed you to join the school due to how you were an orphan and had the power of controlling nature, which Weems had never seen. You had excelled at carnivorous class which was no surprise due to your powers, because of this Thornhill took a liking to the you, something yoko never liked, yoko knew Thornhill was bad news but didn’t want to interrupt the friendship between Thornhill and yourself as it made you happy. Yet now after the attack yoko wished she had stopped the friendship sooner. Seeing how broken the once smiley girl was broke everyone’s heart.

A few days after the attack, Bianca had stolen some of the fencing equipment and took you out to the woods behind the school to try and get your anger out. This ended up with you throwing the helmet to the floor and sobbing into Bianca’s arms. Enid had taken you out with the werewolf’s on a full moon and let you scream until your lungs gave in and you couldn’t scream any more, after that for the rest of the night you where silent, to say the least you looked exhausted and everyone saw it.

Your friends took turns with it, if Wednesday and Enid went to the hospital to see Weems, Yoko and Bianca were with you trying to keep the high spirits, vice versa. Now it is the three week anniversary of the attack and your mental health was incredibly low.

A knock on your door had grabbed your attention, you didn’t bother moving from your place on the floor, the door slowly opened and your girlfriend came in slowly with a bottle of water and one of her hoodies in her arms. “Hey my love, why are you on the floor?” She chuckled lowly as she closed the door and turned on your LED lights, the colour being dark blue. She walked over to you and sat on the bed behind you, you tilted your head up acknowledging the older girl, she smiled in return for the acknowledgment. “come here arms up” Yoko commanded in a soft tone, you then lazily complied, scooting yourself closer to your girlfriend and putting your arms in the air, she took the baggy band tshirt you are wearing off and threw it into your washing basket, quickly replacing the shirt with her hoodie “now can you stand up for me?” Yoko said with a smile, again you complied, you stood up and sat next to your girlfriend, resting your head on her shoulder. “im sorry” you said in a whisper. Yoko shook her head, wrapping her arms around you and moving the two of you so now you are both laying down in your bed.

The day after that Bianca had come bursting into your dorm, you and yoko layed in each others arms, you where asleep and yoko was awake as ever, holding a finger up to her lip yoko commanded Bianca to be quiet. “Put her headphones on” Bianca told yoko, urgency in her voice. Quickly yoko placed your headphones over your ears and stood up, leaving you in your bed asleep, yoko grabbed Bianca’s arm and dragged the girl outside of your dorm. “What’s up B?” Yoko said, urgency reeking off the siren “It’s Weems” Bianca paused for a second “she’s been discharged from hospital” the siren says with a smile. “oh how do we tell y/n?” Yoko says with a sad smile “she’s your girlfriend yoko you figure it out” Bianca smirks as she walks away leaving yoko to deal with the ticking time bomb that is her girlfriend.

Yoko walks back in the room and you looked a bit better than yesterday, and you were stood in front of your mirror just staring at yourself. Maybe not too much better. “hey love your up” she says with a sad smile “do you think I would look good with a bob?” You say with scissors in your hands. She chuckles and walks over, taking the scissors out of your hands and onto the makeup desk. “My love come sit down I have to tell you something” Yoko says softly as she leads you to the bed. “oh god you’re breaking up with me?” You say in panic, her hands quickly come up to cup your face and she shakes her head “no, no it’s Weems she survived the poisoning, she’s out of the hospital if you need to see he-“ Yoko doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as you run out of the door and towards Weems’ office, all of your friends stand around in the office, Weems stood at her desk as you run in. “ohmygod” you say as you run into Weems’ arms with teary eyes.

That moment when you finally understand what it means for someone to be so pretty it hurts

istg Gwendoline christie and her fanfic writers r going to give me a heart attack, so pls.... GIVE ME MORE 💗

Gomez Addams has bi wife energy

Morticia is bisexual and Larissa is a lesbian and they dated, no one can tell me they weren't

Like srsly not only was it anti-climatic, they killed her off when Weems and Wednesday FINALLY started to work as a team! With them working together in S2 they could have a newer cooperating dynamic, Wednesday having the support AND protection of the authorties, and utilizing her shape-shifting abilities that was only used TWICE in S1, that is such a waste of a awsome cool ability paired up with a compelling, likable character... Incredibly dissapointed with what they did to her.

yes, i've used one caption twice, fight me.

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 (𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮) || 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒

PART TWO OF WOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE

TW: Abuse, stalking? manipulative, controlling, swearing, hurt, heavy angst<3

A/N: taking a break after this, requests will be on the waitlist. this is a full 5.7k words and my whole left arm hurts. Can be read as a solo fic? I'm not sure. tell me if there's more to add in tw!

A perfect marriage was all you asked for. Being married to now your so-called husband, Desmond, you thought it would make you forget about the things from the past, more specifically, someone from your past.

But of course, love is cruel, your fate is cruel.

You gather the courage to leave the house as he asked. Well… more like demanded. You wore a long sleeve turtleneck to cover up the bruises and marks that your so-called husband had left. Grabbing a jacket on the way and stepping out of the house for the first time in a while. It almost made you squint with the amount of sunlight shining through your vision. You hesitated to step out of his house — you were too afraid. He has eyes everywhere. Everywhere you go, he will follow you.

But you perceived it. Put your hands in your pocket before going to Weathervane for coffee. Oh, how you’ve missed their coffee. The smell of freshly brewed coffee immediately made you feel homey. You waited for your coffee to be done, the usual coffee you used to have ever since before being married. The thought of you flew by. What if you hadn’t married him? You’ve imagined each scenario carefully, what would your day be like, or if you’d be with someone again.

Of course, it wasn’t possible.

You were pulled out of your reverie when a ding from a bell rang through your ear, indicating that your order is done. You politely thanked the barista and picked up the coffee from the counter and sipped through it. It's almost like your whole problem vanished away. To others, it’s a simple coffee to go by, yet to you, it feels like you were living once again.

Heading out of Wethervane, you almost forgot that someone could be watching you. Everything felt like it was normal. You thought about going to a flower shop nearby. The vases you have at home feel a little lonely and lifeless. Yes, there were flowers there, but it was always those plastic flowers that brought no life into your home whatsoever. A thought pulled you away when someone called you.

Your blood ran cold, thinking it was one of your husband’s henchmen or whatnot. Turning around, it was a friend you haven’t seen in a while. Aera.

“Y/N! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it is you.” She held her hand out, emphasizing her words. While her face is practically beaming with excitement, almost as if she has been longing to see you. You can’t remember the last time you did see her, the past few years have been a blur. You were happy for a moment, but in the corner of your eye, you see someone staring at you. It was almost innocent. It made you sick. Desmond was a powerful man, a controlling one. Defying him would cause catastrophe in your life. 

You hated the man.

Aera stopped, noticing your distant daze. “Y/N?”

“It’s great to see you, but I have to go. I can’t talk to you, I’m sorry,” you said almost too quickly. You didn’t give her a chance to respond to what you just said before running in fear. It was a mistake going out. You should have never gone out of the house. You go away from the scene realizing you had dropped your coffee. Damn it.

You stayed in the study, reading a book you have yet to finish to distract you from the event that occurred earlier. How you wished you could stay, and catch up on how she’s been, even a hug would be nice. You have been longing for a touch that screams love. If a person asked what you wished for right now, you’d wish for a pair of arms to hold you close, and love you.

You have been daydreaming that you didn’t even realize you’ve stopped marking the book where you’ve left off.

However, your butler, Simon, had interrupted your quiet time with a piece of horrendous news you wished to not hear. “Mrs. Salvatore, your husband has arrived.” his flat tone didn’t hide the fact that he is worried for you. The staff has been fond of you ever since you arrived. It was like a sun had shone through the endless void of this horrible house. You always wondered how much they’d endured Desmond’s wrath before you came into the picture.

Before you could reply to Simon, the door opened. Your hands become clammy, trembling a little at the sight of him. He closed the door gently, and it scared you. He never closed the door gently, he usually slammed the door. He slowly loosens his tie before grabbing a whiskey bottle and a glass as you watch him pour the whiskey without saying anything. you silently signaled Simon to leave you two be, but he hesitated before granting your wishes. When he set down his glass too roughly, you knew he was mad.

“I heard you met up with Aera.” He kept his flat tone.

You tried your hardest to be composed. “Yes.” Matching his tone, you almost surprised yourself. The lack of emotions scares you.

"I also heard you left in a frantic, panicking even." He slowly rolled up his sleeves before you heard the heel of his shoes gradually come closer to you. you kept your head low, clutching the book in hand. you feared the way he looked at you.

His finger made an appearance in your vision, grabbing your chin harshly, and forcing you to look at him. "I never said you can't talk to her, now did it?"

you simply nod, afraid that your voice will betray you. He wasn't satisfied, he needed a verbal answer.

"Use your words, woman."

"Yes." Your voice cracked, tears gathering in the corner of your eye. He smiled.

"Good, I was beginning to think that it was because you feared me." he chuckled, letting go of your chin. You quickly hung my head low, slipping a few tears before wiping them away. God, how could someone be cruel?

"Well, Of course, you should fear me." he paused, drinking his whiskey from the glass he once set earlier. "After all, you are indebted to me." His cold tone made you shiver, effectively making you freeze.

You could feel his eyes boring into you. "Remember who you should fear." you didn't want to look at him. No, you could never look at him, especially in this state. He will use your fear against you, to manipulate you. That's the kind of man Desmond is. 

This was a loveless marriage you wished to get away from.

You heard his shoe clank on the floor, before hearing the door open and shut. Upon looking around the study, you took a breath you once held. Your hands are now sweaty with anxiety, and your forehead has a thin layer of sweat. You allowed yourself to slouch onto the chair, putting your hands on your face, masking away the tears forming in your eyes.

You hated this.

Aera didn’t think she could do it. It honestly surprised her that she managed to drag her feet willingly to Larissa’s house. She was initially thinking about going through her office, but making a scene will cause her trouble.

Her fingertip came in contact with the doorbell and patiently waited for the older woman to show up. As soon as she heard the rattling sound of the door hinge, she braced herself for her appearance. They haven't seen each other for four years, ever since you and Larissa broke up. Seeing her again brought back a bittersweet taste on her tongue.

When Larissa opened the door, she saw Aera standing there, clutching the strap of her bag so hard that it’ll leave a wrinkle. She hasn’t had visitors in a while, and her appearance didn’t suit her liking. She knows that she holds a grudge for what she did, she couldn’t blame her. She would too if she were in her position.

“Aera.” She stated.

“We need to discuss something.” She said, narrowing her eyes at her. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” she stepped aside, letting the shorter woman enter her home before closing the doors. “Do you want coffee or tea?” She offered. She knew she was still mad at her, but she at least wanted her to feel comfortable, even for a moment.

“No thanks, I don’t plan to stay for long.” She said it sternly, but her actions hinted that she was getting impatient and wanted to get straight to the point. She made herself comfortable on the couch as Larissa followed her, sitting across the agitated woman.

“Okay then, What do you want to talk about?” She shifted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position for her. Larissa’s head hung low, keeping her eyes on her hands as she fiddled with them.

Aera noticed. The way she fidgets with her hands, the way she looks more tired and frail over the years, the bags under her eyes become visible, the way that stupid necklace is still locked inside her neck with that stupid ring of hers. Not wanting to beat around the bush, she cleared her throat.

“Help Y/N.” As soon as she heard your name, she perked up. She wishes she didn’t but her body betrayed her will. “What do you mean?”

“Help Y/N get out of that loveless marriage she is having with that bastard.” she gritted her teeth, gripping the cushion she is sitting on right now. She didn’t want to ask for her help, but she knew Desmond is a powerful man, and between him and her, she could end up losing the life she had built for herself. While she was powerless, she knew Larissa had some power in her status. She hated herself for reaching out, but she had no choice. The way you looked afraid after meeting up with her, afraid of his wrath. She had no choice but to seek help.

Hearing her words, her head snapped forward, finally facing Aera. A sea of emotions flood through her. She thought you were finally happy with someone, and that you finally found someone to love. Her heart breaks, never in those four years of being separated removed you from her mind. Every day, she had always thought of you. Think about what you are doing, how have you been, or if you already have a child. She didn’t expect you to get hurt again, not after she had hurt you. She felt her eyes swell up with tears.

“Ever since she’s been married to Desmond Salvatore, Desmond practically isolated her in his home. He manipulated her to push everyone — even me.” Her eyes stung with tears as she pointed at herself. “It’s been almost a year since I last saw her. And upon seeing her again today, she was beyond scared, almost as if Desmond is following every step she makes.” She wiped the tears she shed as she hid in her hand.

“So for the love of God, help her then maybe it’ll atone for the pain you’ve caused.” she flinched at the harsh tone she used. Deep down, she desperately wants to see you, to know if you are still okay.

“I will.” Larissa narrowed her eyes at her, keeping an uncomfortable time staring at each other. She was determined to save you from that jerk, the jerk she believed will treat you with everything you deserve. She hated herself for putting you in this situation. Because to be frank, it was her fault for neglecting you and driving you away.

“Where does she live?”

She’ll make things right. She promised.

You heard the doorbell ring, you looked up curiously. It was unusual to receive visitors, especially since your husband is away. Pushing away the thought one of the maids ran to the door and opened it to see who it was. 

As the maid opened the door, she was met with an unfamiliar yet familiar woman. She knew her as the Headmistress of the Nevermore Academy, but she knew the Man in the house did not have any business with an outcast like her. She also familiarizes her with one of the stories you’ve told, about a particularly tall woman with blonde, almost white hair and that charming smile. 

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked cautiously.

Larissa tensely smiled. “Yes, I believe Y/N Salvatore lives here?” She asked, even though she knew the answer. 

You got curious, wondering why the maid is taking so long. Curiosity gets the best of you, it gets you in a lot of trouble. Upon close inspection, you saw the maid in front of the door. The familiar dress made you pause, hoping this isn’t true, wishing that this is just a dream. This is a dream. This. Is. A. Dream.

You finally looked up at the person, and you finally saw her. After years without seeing each other, it made you yearn for her. You hated how much she still affects you, you hated how much she could just show up after the torment she had put you. You hated how beautiful she is after all these years. You wanted to scream, to throw a tantrum at her. You wanted to hurt her. You want to hurt her as she hurt you. This is unfair.

“Y/N…” Her voice is laced with concern, seeing you again made her feel something, something familiar. 

“Y/N, can we talk?” She asked.

The maid in the middle of the both of you debated whether she should get rid of the woman, or let her in. she looked at you, practically asking you to give her some sort of order. You stood still, this is now a one-time opportunity that you worry if you reject, you’d regret for the rest of your life. You sighed deeply, finally looking at the maid.

“Please leave us be, Bella.” You gave the older woman a tired smile. You could tell she was conflicted, you walked over to her and placed your hand on top of hers before nodding slightly. It gave enough reassurance before leaving the both of you.

When the maid left, your eyes were now glued to the floor. “Come in.” your voice was a mere whisper and insisted she follows you. She gently closes the door and soon follows you into the corridor. She looked around the walls, the picture frames, and the paintings. She noticed the states that the maids had given her, it was like they were judging her severely.

Once both of you entered the study, her eyes fell on the big picture frame in the middle above the fireplace. It was you in one of your fancy dresses, she guessed your Desmond bought it for you. You sat still in the chair while Desmond stood, hand behind your back. It made her sick.

“Why are you here?” Your voice is laced with anger, turning around to the woman who is still staring at the photo that you loathed.

She then looked at you. Seeing what's inside of you, what you hide, what you seek, what you’ve been longing for. That's how she looked at you. It made you feel exposed.

“Leave him.”

“Leave who?”

“Don’t play dumb Y/N. Leave that bastard. That bastard you now call husband.” Her anger is spilling, she looked at you more with determination. You’ve never seen her like this, you’ve never seen her so worked up. She was getting furious, not to you, but to him.

“I cannot leave my husband.” you weakly said, keeping your eyes on her.

She scoffed at your blindness. She knows you can see the terrible things Desmond has done, but she doesn’t understand why you’d choose to stay. Just tell me, she thought. Tell me what you need. 

She hits you with a question that makes you tear up, almost wanting to hunch back and sob. “Do you love him?” she asked.

You do not love him. You would never love him. He loathes you, you hated him. Nothing in this marriage is fair. This is a loveless, hateful marriage. You hated him. You wanted to tell her that you hated him, that you wanted to run away.

“I love him…” Your voice betrayed you, wanting to kick yourself mentally. You never wished to hesitate, but it was all too much. You hated how much you are showing to the woman you once loved. But then again, did you really stop loving her? You wanted to love him, you really tried. But he made it clear from the start. You were nothing but a nuisance.

“You’re lying.”

“I am not.”

“Leave him.” she insists. She never once raised her voice, or accused you of anything, it made you think about what changed her. “I cannot leave.” You emphasized. It was getting harder to breathe. She can see it, the way you clutched your chest, the way she saw the glisten of a thin layer of sweat on your forehead.

“Please tell me why.” She pleads. She wants to hold you, embrace you and protect you. But knowing you, it’ll only feel like she’s caging you.

“Because I am indebted to him.” You silently sobbed, holding everything in was all too much. You sobbed your heart out whilst keeping your voice inside. Ever since being with Desmond, you learned to cry silently. It became a habit.

You hugged yourself as you gripped your shoulders too hard. Surely it’ll leave a mark. “My father loaned money for me to live. Now that he is gone, I am now indebted to him.” You finally meet her gaze, and finally, notice her changes. Her face suddenly got thin, emphasizing the hollow space in her cheeks. Her clothes look slightly bigger to her. The bags under the eyes were now visible. Even her lipstick has changed, going for a darker red rather than the red she usually wore. Your eyes landed on her neck, specifically, the ring on her necklace. You wondered if it had always been there before, or that she found another woman to love. It confused you. You hated how much of an effect she had on you.

“Do you get it now? I cannot leave—”

A beat. It made you freeze. “And you never will.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, fearing him. He heard you, he heard your conversation. What's worse is that he had caught you talking with your ex. “Leave us, Simon.” As much as your butler hated it, he left the three of you to unfold what’s gonna happen.

“Now.” his voice laced with venom, making you flinch. You clenched your fist together and bit your lower lip which will surely bruise later on. “Why on earth are you here, Weems?” Your instinct was said to protect her. You don’t know why. It was like your heart decided for you, and not your head.

“–She was just about to leave!” You interrupted Larissa before she managed to utter a word. Before she can interject, you manage to grab her hand and lead her through the door. You pushed Larissa away from your study, and with your frantic movement and teary gaze, you plead for her to leave. “Leave now. Please leave.” you plead before hearing your husband call your name.

“I need a word with my wife.” He suddenly appeared beside you, hand firmly gripping your waist, making you wince in pain. Avoiding her protest, Desmond roughly guided you back into the study.

She hesitated, before seeing the man called Simon from earlier. She noticed his worried feature. She now noticed how the house seemed tense, almost as if they knew what was gonna happen. He paced around, his hands fiddled in anticipation, but he couldn’t do anything other than hear the moment unfold.

Suddenly, he was broken out of his reverie when the tall woman he once saw beside you walked up to her with haste. He gathered his composure quickly and bowed to the taller woman. “Call the police.” He froze at her words, he looked at her and saw how watery her eyes are. He saw how desperate she was to save the lady in this house. He felt a sense of respect for her.

“Understood.” He quickly fled the corridor, sprinting as he look for a phone to make a call. Larissa stood there, thinking about what she should do next. Should she waits for the police to arrive? Or Should she barge into the doors? Her thoughts racked her mind, standing in the middle of the halls. But the sound of the glass shatter in the study room, where you and Desmond are, made her snap out of her reverie. Without thinking, her feet dragged her towards the study and busted open the door.

She couldn’t forget the look on your face, crawling backward to get away from Desmond. The fear plastered in your eyes was unbearable to look at, the way you shook your head continuously, making up words she can’t even hear anymore. Desmond holds a broken red wine bottle, dripping with leftover red wine. If someone saw this scene, you’d think it's blood. If she was to wait for the police, it would all be too late, and she would break the promise she made to herself.

So, she chose the latter.

“You are a disgrace. Choosing the woman who once hurt you. Are you that much of a whore?” His laughter bombarded the whole study. His voice was loud enough for at least someone to hear him. That was her last straw. She couldn’t take it anymore, the insults, the death stares, and now this. She grabbed the nearby vase on the pedestal and ran toward where Desmond slowly inched away from you. Desmond was too focused on you that he didn’t notice Larissa with a vase in hand.

She lifted the vase. Then, Desmond sensed her presence, she looked behind him. The look she gave him made Desmond… afraid. It made his knees weak, it was a look that no one dared to give him up until now, it almost looks like a killer look. Larissa looked at him with pure spite, pure hatred. She gripped the vase hard, almost cracking it. Before Desmon could even react, Larissa had smashed the vase on his head, breaking it into pieces as he fall onto his knees.

He couldn’t comprehend what happened, his head pounded so loudly, it made his ears bleed. He was on his knees as he gripped his head where he was hit, he felt something wet and thick. Looking at his hand, he saw his own blood painting his hand. While Desmond was preoccupied with himself, Larissa had run onto your shaking figure, whispering nothing but pleas and mercy.

“Darling, come with me, I’ll get you out of here.” She changed her whole demeanor as if she was now a different person to you. You trembled upon seeing that just happened, you were afraid, but not to her. Something about her made you lose your fear, maybe the way she used her voice? The tone? Her gentle eyes? Her soft hands? You don’t know anymore. You don’t want to know anymore.

You want to take her hand, but you were too paralyzed to do so. But she was patient, it was something you were glad she hasn’t changed about herself. You nearly missed the way Desmond picked himself up, grabbing the broken wine bottle beside him. You felt your fear spike up again, the urge to push this woman away from this. This is your problem, she shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t be in this mess to begin with. This is your problem, yours only.

She should have just left you alone, then maybe, she won’t witness you like this.

You pushed her away, creating a gap between you as Desmond swung the wine bottle in between you. You missed the way your heart skipped a beat, you nearly stopped breathing. You crawled away before he could swing it again, now facing you. But before it could hit you, Simon grabbed his wrist, twisting it at an unusual angle, while he grabbed his other wrist and put it behind his back. Desmond screamed in pain, dropping the wine bottle right before you. 

You heard the siren from the police nearby gradually getting louder and louder. “What is the meaning of this, Simon?” He yelled demandingly, screaming like a maniac. His eyes grew wide. He was livid, mad. You feared that Simon would get hurt, or anyone for that matter. You never want anyone to go through this. “Simon!” You yelled.

“That’s enough torment to lady Y/N.” He said. This was the side you never saw in him. He was kind, always with a smile. This side was something different. Before Desmond could do any more damage, the police finally rounded him. When the police pointed the gun at him, telling him to put his hand up, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. You finally allowed yourself to breathe freely. You know that it is not truly over, but you wanted to feel free, at least for a moment.

“Desmond Salvatore, you are under arrest.” You recognize the voice. Looking up where you sat, Sheriff Galpin emerged through the door, holding his gun up and a handcuff in his other hand. Simon let go of him as the police took over, putting the handcuffs behind Desmond. “No, this isn’t right, the real lunatic here is her!” he pointed at Larissa, who, at the time, was gathering the strength to stand up. She didn’t dare to speak, not because she was guilty of the wound she gave Desmond. She only stared at him, she was calm — almost too calm. It was unsettling, even for you. Desmond clicked his tongue as she stared at Larissa for too long, towering at her height. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he felt intimidated by her.

He snapped his neck toward your frail figure, and he ran toward you but failed to do so. Fortunately, Sheriff Galpin had caught him in the act and pulled him back immediately, not only that, Larissa had stepped between the space you had between him. “Tell them, Y/N! Tell them that she’s the fucking lunatic.” His remarks made you jolt, flinching at his harsh words. The Sheriff had pushed him out of the study, nodding at Larissa before sending Desmond away for a long time. She finally sighed as she felt the room become more spacious, finally able to breathe for a while.

Turning around to see you still on the floor, long lost in your reverie. She hunched down, eyeing your eyes. She only sees fear, it was somehow the same fear you had when she had lashed out four years ago. Using her fingernails to tap on the floor, making her presence noticeable. “Can you stand?” You only shook your head, feeling the adrenaline rush through you, you were afraid that if you tried to stand up, you’d just fall.

“Allow me.” Simon butted in, gently taking your hands and lifting you up. You were shaken up at this point, not knowing what to do. “Let’s take you to your bedroom.” His soft gentle voice made you ease your racing heart, following him as he guided you into your bedroom. Larissa stayed behind, watching closely your interaction with him. She watched in awe, awe at how much people care for you. As soon as the three of you had stepped out of the study, a horde of maids gathered around, checking up on your condition.

“Oh, Mrs. Y/N.” Bella’s voice managed to get through the crowd, looking at the damage that Desmond has caused right before her eyes. “Let her through.” She said irritatedly. Once those words left her mouth, the maid made way for you to get through. You thanked them silently, but you wished you could have worded it better.

Just before Larissa could join you upstairs to your bedroom, Bella had called her in. “Ms. Weems.”

Larissa turned around. She noticed that she held out a tray with the first aid kit box, A jar of water, and a glass. Her expressions were something Larissa couldn’t read. She drew her lips thin as the older woman inched closer the tray towards her, indicating that she should take it. “It seems like Mrs. Y/N needs you more than us.” Then, Larissa saw a small, yet kind smile from the older woman, her worries ease. She slowly took the tray. She glanced at the woman who have this… relief on her face. Or was it something else? She couldn’t decipher.

“Thank you.” She excused herself, making her way up the stairs to go to your room. In the corner of her eye, she saw Simon entering one of the rooms down the hall through the left, she guessed it was your room and headed towards it. The first sight she sees is the big window illuminating the dark red curtains. She noticed how your bed was made, the same way you made your bed every time she visits. She sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, back facing toward her. Simon had draped the curtains on the side, letting the sunlight shines. As Simon turned around, he saw Larissa holding a tray with the first aid kit needed and water.

He smiled in her direction before leaving the room.

Larissa slowly made her way toward you, fear and anxiety slowly creeping up on her body. She set the tray on your bedside table and grabbed the nearby chair to face you. “... Can I see your face?” She hesitated, looking into your hands fidgeting. Right before she could say something again, you had shown your face to her, now staring at her eyes. She couldn’t form any words, she only stared at you.

She searched your face, neck, and neck for any clear signs of injury. She did, however, found a few bleeding cuts on your arm and legs, guessing from when Desmond had shattered the glass. She quickly cleaned each cut gently, putting petroleum jelly and covering it with a bandaid whilst looking at you, silently asking for your consent.

She finally looked up, finishing covering the wound you have on your knee when she noticed your eyes drifting away from somewhere, staring at something. She followed your eyes, only to find that you’d been staring at the ring she has on her neck. She felt her shoulder stiff, unconsciously grabbing the right and fiddling with it whilst you continue to stare at it.

“What’s with the ring?” you murmured, pointing out the right from her neck before looking at her with hesitant eyes. Did she really find someone better? But if she did, where are they?

“Your thoughts are quite loud.” She breathlessly chuckled, already knowing what was going through your mind by reading your eyes change. The way your pupils change, or when you subtly bit the bottom lip of yours. You chuckled alongside her, finding it amusing how she can still read you. “This is…” She hesitated before looking at you. Taking a deep breath and gathered the courage to say it.

It’s now or never.

This is supposedly the ring I was gonna propose to you.” She muttered the last part, she thought you didn’t hear it, but the way your eyes widen by surprise, jaw slacked, almost open — she knew you had heard her. “I’m sorry.” She said, taking your hand.

“I’m so sorry that I hurt you.” Her voice cracked, tears gathering in her eyes, and gently caressed your thumb. You had your head low, meaning she couldn’t see your face. Part of her wants to know how you reacted, how you comprehend it. But, another part of her wants to keep your face hidden within her reach, she doesn’t want the same thing to repeat over again. She noticed how your chest rises up rapidly while trying to maintain it at the same time, and your shoulder is rigid, trembling every time you breathe.

“I can’t…” you said. “I can’t trust you anymore.” you cried out, waves of emotions hits you like an ocean, trying to get to the surface to breathe only to be hit with another large wave, pulling you away from the surface. “I just can’t.”

“... Will you let me?”

“Let you what?” You asked, barely a whisper anymore.

“Will you let me show you that you can trust me?” She let her tears slip.

You shook your head, retracting the hand that once held hers, “I don’t trust myself enough to pull away when I needed to.” you explained as best as you can without your hiccups breaking off what you were saying.

She understands. If she was in your shoes, she wouldn’t either. But she was deeply, madly crazy for you. She wanted to try again. She wants to wait for you, at least for you to trust her once more. She will try again and again. She wants to give you the life you have deserved once more. She does not want to fuck up as she did.

“I'm not demanding you to trust me, I am asking you. I want you to know that you have a choice in this. Then, will you let me show you that you can trust me again?”

Maybe some part of you wished she’d keep pushing. Pushing the thought of trusting her again — of course, it’ll take time. She knew that. She knew that there will be a chance when you’d trust her again, and there will be one where you won’t — leaving her. She was willing to make that chance. It was her decision.

You didn’t say anything for the rest of the day. You let Larissa take care of you, nurture you back. You didn’t say anything, you knew deep inside, you were willing you let her show you.

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wip for part two of "Would have been the One" !!

That's all <333 (Those are two different screenshots!!)

Any chance you'd write a super fluffy piece Larissa x fem!reader, Larissa has always wanted to go to a ball and loves the classic piece "on the beautiful blue danube" so reader surprises her with a trip to Vienna (can be anywhere, but Vienna and waltz kinda go together) and they have a super romantic evening and dance until morning? I just have this super soft image of Larissa dancing in a super flowy dress to a classic piece of music being regal and all. Thank you.:) If you're not interested it's also cool, I'll just keep dreaming. :)

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒

Larissa Weems x French!reader

a/n: Honestly, I didn't really thought about making reader french but as I write this, I started thinking of French pet names and I had to.

edit: Thank you for @alder-saan for correcting me! I hope my changes are better! don't be shy to correct me if I'm still wrong.

“What is something you’ve been longing for a while?” You asked while you gently combed her hair in between your fingers. Her head was on your lap as you both sat in front of the fireplace. Moments like these you wished would stay forever.

She hummed, shifting her body to think more comfortably. “I’ve always wanted to go to a ball. I’ve always imagined myself dancing to a classical piece I love. Maybe dance around till sunrise.” Her tone was almost bittersweet, almost as if she was calling her inner child.

You stopped combing her hair. Instead, you gave her a forehead kiss, and another, and another, until her whole face was covered with your kiss. She giggled, “Darling, what is this?”

“Hm, I just love you.”

“I love you too.”

Ever since she mentioned that to you, you started to look forward to this semester break. Normally, you and Larissa would stay indoors, reading books with each other. Sometimes, go to Weathervane for morning coffee after your walk. There is a rare occasion when you’d travel somewhere for a vacation. But you couldn’t think of a better way to spend a semester break with your wife.

Being stressed out from the recent activities, especially after the Marilyn-Laurel incident, she’s been overworking herself. If she wasn’t behind her desk at night, she’s pace around her office. She buried herself with work, forgetting to take care of herself. It breaks your heart having to watch her in this state.

At the end of the semester, most students were in their dorms, giving you the advantage to go to her office undetected. Students like to tease both of you whenever you visit her office. Not being a teacher at Nevermore, whenever you visit the academy, the students always anticipate their principal being more at ease, and chirpy even.

It gave them a slight advantage to slip away from trouble.

Your knuckles came in contact with the door. The sound of knocking made Larissa perk up and turned her attention through the door. “Come in.”

At the sight of you, she immediately relaxed her once rigid shoulder and let herself breathe for what seemed like forever. “Hello, my dear.” she smiled, leaning against your soft touch.

“Hello, mon ange.” Your French was rich, she mewls over the way your voice manages to send shivers down her spine.

“I have a surprise for you.” You slowly moved away as you approached her desk and placed your bag to search for a specific paper.

“Hm? What is it?” She curiously glanced inside your bag.

You perked up, grabbing the paper and turning in her direction before showing her the plane ticket you had bought. “I believe we deserve our overdue vacation.”

She read the ticket carefully, tracing her fingers against the paper. You pushed yourself onto her desk and sat comfortably, patiently waiting for her reaction.

“I…” She whispered, she looked up to face you. “I don’t deserve this.”

“Yes you do, ma cher. You’ve been stressing and overworking yourself. With the recent events, you haven’t had peace of mind.” She leaned her head on your lap whilst you’ve completely sat on her desk, laptop, and paperwork have been disregarded. “You out of the people need a break.”

She slowly shook her head. You gently grabbed her face and made her look at you. “I bought this ticket for you, just for you, ma chérie fille. Pretty please, come with me to Vienna, I’ll be lonely there.” you plead, giving her a forehead kiss, a kiss on both cheeks, and a deep kiss on her lips.

Her hands roamed around your waist, hips, and thigh before pulling away. Her lipstick smudged your face, it made you more beautiful than ever. “How could I refuse a kiss like that? Hm? Planning to leave me when I refuse.” she smirked.

“Well, I don’t wanna waste money now do we?”

The week goes by smoothly, packing the things you need and making sure you’ve booked the right hotel. When you arrive in Vienna, you can practically see her beaming face when she looks out the balcony to see the city lights at night.

“There's a ballroom here, shall we visit?” You asked, containing the excitement in your voice. When she turned around, her eyes were glistening with excitement, barely making the effort to hide it.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes, but before we go, wear this, Love.” You pulled out a dress from the closet and showed it to her. Her reaction made everything worth it. “Is this…”

“Yes, I commissioned it just for you.” You said, placing the dress on the bed and the heels you bought for her. “Get ready, amour. A surprise will be waiting for you outside the door.” you kissed her forehead before heading out the door.

Watching you leave, she couldn’t believe she had found someone like you to marry. Deciding to not want you to wait any longer, she quickly made her way through the bathroom to change. You made the dress easy to wear, just how she always wanted it. The way their heels were the right amount of height for her. 

You notice every little detail about what she loves and what she does not.

When she was done, she stepped out of the door, hoping to see you. But she was met by a staff member from the hotel. “Ah, Mrs. Weems, follow me, your wife is waiting in the ballroom,” they said as they gently gestured for her to follow them. She bowed her head, silently thanking her as she followed the staff.

She could tell she was getting closer, with the music growing louder and louder until she was in front of the door. The staff opened the door, “I hope you’ll have a wonderful time.” they smiled as Larissa entered the door before shutting it close.

Her eyes admired how spacious it was. The decorations and the art on the ceiling, she spins, admiring the art she can admire right now.

“I knew that dress would suit you.” She stopped, her eyes landing on your figure. She could feel her jaw slacken, heat creeping up to her neck, making her heart beat faster than it ever was. Your dress hugged your figure just right, your hair nicely updo. 

“tu as l'air divine, mi amour.” you walked, opening your arms as you caressed her cheeks. “Darling, you know I can’t speak French.”

“That’s the best part, my darling wife.”

“I can’t believe you did this.” 

“Believe it,” you said, placing a kiss on the corner of her lip. “I’ll make you believe it. You deserve this. You deserve everything. You deserve my love, everyone’s love. You deserve to be spoiled with affection and showered with love. I love you forever. Even when I can’t.” 

“I love you forever. Even when I shouldn’t.” Tears slipped from her eyes. You gently kissed the tears and smiled.

“May I have this dance?” Suddenly, music echoed through the room. She was piqued when she heard a classical piece she loved so much.

You chuckled. “I remember you saying that you wanted to dance to a classical piece you love.” you paused, taking both of her hands and dragging her to the center. “So, let’s dance, beautiful”

You didn’t need to utter any more words, she grabbed your waist and held your hand up, waltzing around the empty room like you own the place. Feeling like a medieval princess dancing with a prince, but it’s not a prince. 

Her dress flows as you sprung her around, a smile you could never forget. Both of you laughed and danced. For once, forgetting that time was against you, that time was ticking. For a moment, you let this scene play out, as it should.

“Marry me.”

“Honey, I’m already married to you.” She chuckled.

“I know, but I wanna marry you again,” you said. “And again, and again, and again. Until we grow old.”

“Okay.”

While everything around her was asleep, this moment feels alive, dancing till the sun has risen.

Translation:

mon ange - My angel

mon cher - My dear

amour - Love

tu as l'air divin, mon amour - You look divine, my love.

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WHY IS HER VOICE SO SEXY? IT'S TINGLING MY EARS.

Appreciate her voice with me.

Hey, i wanna thank you for the "Whould had been the one" fic! Seriously it made me cry!! You took exactly what i was looking for, so thank you!! 💞 and i want to request another one if it's not a problem, Larissa x femreader inspired in tolerate it by taylor swift!

𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: I'm sorry it took so long! My life is a mess rn. Also I don't know if I interpret the song correctly, this is just from my perspective.

Warning: kinda asshole larissa :( , reader deserves to be loved, arranged marriage.

You stared at her on the other side of the living room, watching her reading with her head low. The way she lets herself relax as she quietly reads next to the fireplace. When falls asleep, you watch her breathing with her eyes closed. Grabbing a blanket and covering her from the cold night.

You noticed everything. Everything she does, everything she doesn't. She was older and wiser while you were just a kid. A kid in her and everyone's eyes.

You hate it. You hate it even more how she tolerates the way you put the effort into your relationship. Waiting every night for her to come home, putting fancy shit on the table. She tolerates everything.

She tolerates you.

It was a matter of arrangement between you and Larissa. An arranged marriage for your father to support the outcast community that you know he doesn't care about. But needed a good reputation, seemingly enough, supporting the outcast was an easier route. The school needed support that time, and with a heavy heart, Larissa agreed to marry you.

She set out one rule for you. Never fall in love with me.

It was her only rule.

You tried your hardest to please her, at least for you to be comfortable with each other's company. You stayed at home, as she said. You would greet her everyday when she comes home. Cleaning the whole house till she likes it.

You became madly in love with her.

You always hope she'd change. That one day, one day, she'd greet you with a smile, kiss your forehead goodbye, and smile as she entered your shared house to see you, to hug you. You longed for her to change.

And loving her hurts so much.

Longing is painful. Keeping your hopes up is painful. Loving Larissa Weems is painful.

"Welcome home, Larissa." you greeted as she walked past you as if you didn't exist. You forxced yourself to smile.

"Have you eaten today? I made your favorite."

"How would you know my favorite?" she bitterly said, taking a glass of water before gulping it.

You clenched your jaw, feeling your heart break. Then, you chuckled, letting a few tears slip by your eyes. "Because I actually make an effort."

"you and I both know this is an arrangement." she sighed. "I don't get why you're still making an effort."

You snapped your eyes towards her. "Because I fell in love with you damn it!" you slammed your hands to the counter.

"And I know you had a rule but god, I still fell for you." Her eyes widened, shocked from that moment. "And It hurts. It hurts loving you because I know you tolerate it, tolerate me."

"Then why don't you leave?"

You sniffled. "because I know how much you care for Nevermore Academy." you straighten your posture, feeling an overwhelming pain wash over you. "The least that I could do is to stay."

You turned to her, eyes puffy and wobbly lips. "If you want me to stop, then I'll stop caring."

She hated it. She hated how she pushed you away.

She hated how you became cold to her. How you manage to make this house empty even with you in it. She hated how lonely it has been.

She hated it. She hated how she managed to love you after she gave you scars that will never heal.

She hated herself. She hated that she loved you too late.

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Hi!! can I request a Larissa x teacher!reader with a really shy reader but is also a people pleaser. Basically reader finally asks Larissa out on a date. Reader wanted it to be the best date ever so they planned a lot but Larissa completely forgets. And I mean like maybe a few days have passed and she still hasn’t remembered because of work. Reader doesn’t want to make a fuss so acts okay but also avoids Larissa a little until one day, Marilyn (just Marilyn) who is reader’s best friend who was maybe away for a conference comes back and asks Larissa how the big date went and Larissa panics and apologizes to reader and asks for a second chance. Fluffy ending please. Thank you!!

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: I got kinda lazy at the end but hopefully this is good!

It's a rare sight for you to stand up and walk with confidence. You’d rather be quiet, having the sound of nature,  maybe reading in the library, hidden amongst the people. Going out of your way just to please people even with your shy demeanor. Preferably, you’d help through the shadows, not wanting to draw out attention.

You prefer that way.

Meeting Larissa Weems didn’t exactly help with this case. Ever since working at Nevermore Academy, meeting her was either a blessing or a curse. You were absolutely smitten with her, helping her with work and the students.

God, it was love at first sight. But it truly wasn’t.

You gradually fell for her, and each moment you spent time with her made you fall into an inevitable pit that is called love. A pit you fall deeper and deeper into the abyss. Every time you try to hide it, and when she shows up, all the walls you’ve built around it crumble.

She stood in the middle of the garden of Nevermore, shoulders slacked and hair untied. Still, in her usual working clothes, she relaxed amid the night. You bask in all her beauty.

“It’s quite late to be here, Principal Weems.” Larissa turned around and smiled.

“I could say the same thing, Dear.” You always hated how her endearment affects you, those simple words made your knees weak.

You averted your eyes away from her. “I just have something on my mind.”

“I could say the same thing." She said, "Now, what's troubling you?"

You shook your head. "It's nothing, Principal—" 

"Call me Larissa, we're alone." 

"As I said, It's nothing." You gently retorted. The cold wind brushed against both of you, shivering from the cold night.

"You're cold." 

"I'm fine."

"You'll catch a cold."

You wished to fight back, wanting more time with her, but it's in the midst of October, and the weather has been getting colder as winter is soon coming.

"Okay." She gave you a small bow and headed off to guess her office. You strike confidence, it’s now or never.

“Can I take you out?” she paused, turning around to see if she heard it right. “Say that again?” Her tone was never offended or anything, she was curious. Her lips curled up slowly.

Feeling a heat creep up to your cheeks as you play with the hem of your clothes. “Can I take you out? Like on a date?”

“Okay,” She said, not breaking eye contact with you, while you were barely keeping it.

“How does Friday at 6 pm sound?”

“Let's do that.”

Suddenly, the night wasn’t as cold as it was.

You wanted everything to be perfect, setting up the date and making a reservation in a secluded restaurant in Jericho. You even asked your friend, Marilyn for help, as she was the one who wanted you to confess already.

You stood just around the corner of Weathervane waiting for Larissa. 5:50 PM.

You dolled up, wanting to impress her, but god you should have chosen much shorter heels than a three-inch one, your feet already want to give up. But you perceive, wanting to keep this date.

Twenty minutes passed, and she was nowhere to be seen. You can see the stares of others, pitying you as if you’ve been stood up. But you kept waiting.

Minutes turned into an hour, the Weathervane was closing, and you’d been standing on the sidewalk for more than an hour in these god-horrendous heels. You sighed, feeling defeated, and pulled out your phone to cancel the reservation.

You could tell the lady behind the door felt pity for you. You hated being pitied.

After hours of standing, you walked away from where you were once standing. Removing the heels and opting to walk barefoot till you arrive at your apartment. Feeling an overwhelming feeling that builds up, making your tears swell up with tears. You were thankful that there aren’t people in the streets anymore.

You sobbed quietly, vigorously wiping the tears away. That night, the cold was harsh.

Monday came into the picture. No calls, no texts, no nothing. You received nothing from her. Seeing how packed her schedule was, you opted not to consult her about this. This isn’t as important as work. You can understand.

Marilyn happily walked to the corridor of Nevermore after her two days for a conference. She knocked on Larissa’s door and entered as she heard her words come in.

“Good morning Principal Weems, here are the papers from the conference.”

“Thank you, Ms. Thornhill.” She smiled, taking the papers in her hands and giving them a quick look.

“If I could ask, How was your date?”

She paused, slowly looking up at her. “Date? I don’t believe I went to—” she felt a lump in her throat. The date. The date she had agreed to two days ago. “Fuck.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” She retorted, seeing the guilt on Larissa’s face.

“I didn’t mean to, I was too involved with work I–” she tried to make up excuses, but she knew it was not worth listening to. “That was two days ago.”

Larissa buried her head in her hands, shame and guilt build up. She heard Marilyn sigh, slightly afraid of what she'd say.

“Go apologize to them, she probably locked herself in their office.” Larissa stood up, but before heading out, Marilyn called her.

“Principal Weems.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll let it slide this time. There won’t be next time.” her voice was stern.

She smiled slightly. “Then I won’t waste your kindness.” After that, she heads out to find you.

Once she arrived in front of your office, she felt nervous. Her hands were trembling, feeling a lump in her throat. Before she could knock, your door opened. After two days without seeing you, she saw slight changes in your appearance.

The bags are under your eyes even though you desperately try to hide them with makeup. The way your back is hunched back, and trying your hardest to go through your day.

“Oh. Larissa, What brings you here?” you asked even though you already know.

“Can we go inside?” You opened the door wider, welcoming her into your office. She mouthed ‘Thank you’ as she walked inside.

You closed the doors and turned your attention to her. “So…”

You play with your finger, eyes on your shoes. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help but avoid her gaze.

She cautiously approaches you. “I’m sorry dear. I’m sorry for making you wait for nothing, I’m sorry for not showing up. I got caught up with work and I know it's ridiculous. I mean, I didn’t contact you for two days but believe me, I am sorry for what I did.” she slowly reached into your hands and intertwined them with hers.

“I’m sorry love, if I could turn back time I would leave my work and go on a date with you.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “If you would like to give me a chance, will you go on a date with me?” her eyes say nothing but guilt and hope. Hope that you will take up the offer.

“You won’t be late?” you asked softly.

She smiled. “I won’t.”

“You won’t leave me alone?”

She brings you into an embrace, slowly petting your head and planting a kiss. “I never wish to leave you alone again.”

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