If You Want I Was Wondering If You Could Larissa Weems X Reader Where In The Readers Past Relationships

if you want i was wondering if you could larissa weems x reader where in the readers past relationships they’ve made the reader feel like an inadequate partner (too clingy, annoying sorta stuff like that) but larissa is there for them to make sure they know how amazing they are and how much larissa appreciates them if this doesn’t interest you totally ignore this hope you have a lovely day :)

You're safe now

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1318

Warning: previous abusive/toxic relationship

A/n: Really liked the idea, hope you like my try on it! <3

Larissa had noticed a few strange situations in the past few weeks that you had been together. At first, she didn't think much of it, but they were growing stranger and stranger.

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She had been under the shower when she heard her phone ring. Damn it.

"(Y/n) could you check my phone real fast, it might be important." A few seconds later you had stood in the bathroom, phone in hand.

"I- what? No, I wanted you to answer it. But thanks." She had laughed at it, but you had looked incredibly confused before leaving the bathroom, while she was talking on the phone.

"No, (Y/n). You'll need to take the phone." But you were already out of reach.

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You two had been walking through Jericho, after having had a coffee at Weathervanes as the Sheriff had approached you.

"Principle Weems, Mrs. (Y/l/n), nice to see you." Immediately you let go of Larissa's hand and took a step back. Confused she looked at you but kept on talking to the Sheriff. You just grabbed her hand again when the Sheriff was so far away, he couldn't see you anymore.

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Situations like that had been strange, yes, but she had always tried explaining it somehow. Maybe you didn't like to display affection in public. Maybe you didn't like taking on the phone. But with every situation it got harder finding reasonable explanations.

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Larissa had come home after a long day, incredibly happy to see you. You had already laid in bed, reading a book. She took off her shoes and crawled into bed. Kissing your neck and pulling you closer.

But she fast stopped, sensing that you weren't in the mood.

"(Y/n), we don't have to so this." You looked at her, and for a second she thought she saw panic flash through your eyes.

"No, it's okay. Go on." So she kissed you again, but the usual reaction to her touches wasn't there.

"(Y/n), I can sense that you don't want this. I will not sleep with you, if you don't want to."

"I'm sorry." Your voice had been unrecognisably quiet.

"Darling, there is nothing to be sorry about. We'll just watch a movie or cuddle, okay?"

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And it was fully impossible after the latest situation yesterday.

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Larissa had come home, expecting you to be there. So, of course she was mildly disappointed, when you weren't.

She had called you and asked what had happened to sleeping at hers.

"Oh, I've gotten my period. I'm sorry."

"Aren't you feeling well? I can come over and massage you or bring you my hot water bottle for cramps."

"Oh no, I'm feeling quite alright. I just know you probably don't want me sleeping in your bed, and I'd rather sleep in my bed than on your couch." Larissa was absolutely perplexed at that and didn't say anything for a hot minute. To you that was a sufficient explanation, so you told her you loved her and hung up. Leaving a still absolutely stunned Larissa at the other end.

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The next day, first thing in the morning Larissa's went to your room. You really needed to talk. Gently she knocked and entered after you called.

"Oh, Larissa. God morning." You still laid in bed, having just woken up.

"Good morning, love." Larissa kissed you and opened the curtains, to let the room be flooded with sunlight. She couldn't stop herself from staring at you. You just looked so incredibly beautiful, not really woken up yet and bathed in the sunshine.

She sat down on the edge of your bed, face sterner than before. Stern but still gentle, the look confused you. It made you feel like you had done something wrong, but she would be angry or scold you for it. But that couldn't be, right? Anger and punishment was the reasonable reaction.

"Darling, I want to talk to you." You had done something wrong. Of course, you had. Panic flushed through you, your mind working fast to find out what you had done wrong. Maybe if you'd apologise before she said something she would be less angry. But you had no idea. You had tried so hard not to mess things up.

"Whatever I've done, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to anger or annoy you." Larissa's eyes softened, and she took your hand in hers.

"I'm not angry, why would you think that. I've just noticed a few things in the last weeks that I didn't understand." You slightly nodded, showing her to go on.

"You never use my phone, even if I tell you to. You display nearly no affection in the public at all, you're always very careful with what you say, you apologise an awful lot for awfully much. That were all things I kind of looked over, but I absolutely didn't understand why you didn't sleep over last night, and it seems you always want to sleep with me, even if you yourself aren't in the mood at all. It's as if you'd just follow my word, without looking at your own needs. And as much as I appreciate that, I don't want it. I want you to listen to your body, to your needs and always communicate them." She gently stroked your cheek, you didn't know what to say. You were absolutely startled by her affectionate, loving being. The adoration in her eyes nearly brought you to tears.

"Well I just- my previous partner never wanted me to sleep in his bed when I had my period. He said it was disgusting." You were ashamed even talking about it.

"Firstly that is absolutely horrible. It's an absolute human thing and there is nothing disgusting about it whatsoever. Secondly, I'm a woman too. I also get my period, so if I can handle that I can most definitely handle yours as well. Can I ask, all the rest that I mentioned. Was that also because of your previous partner?" You nodded.

"He had been my first ever boyfriend. I just didn't know better, I thought that's how it's supposed to be, but you're making me question things right now. Her never let me look into his phone, but he had to be able to look into mine at all times. He always told me I was too clingy and affectionate. And if I didn't want to have sex he asked me what I was good for if I didn't pleasure his needs. He always punished me with days of not talking to me, if I'd anger him. And what I feel with you is so much stronger than what I felt for him, so I was really scared to mess thing up and have you not talk to me. I wanted to make you happy at all costs." Larissa was shocked, how could people do something like that? She had had shit relationships and people take advantage of her, but she thought that was mainly because of her ability to shape-shift. But people did this without any reason whatsoever.

"Oh love, come here." She opened her arms for a big hug, which you gladly accepted. Gently she stroked your hair and whispered in your ear.

"What that man did to you is unforgivable. That's not how a relationship works. It's not all about Sex, it's about trust, loving each other, having fun together and being there for each other no matter what. I don't keep any secrets, neither from you, nor from the people at this school. I'd gladly walk through the school and the town, arm in arm, kissing you, showing everyone how happy I am to have you as my girlfriend." You nodded into her chest, clinging to her like a hurt child. But you knew, with Larissa by your side everything would get better. You would get a chance to heal and be unconditionally happy.

hey

i would like to request a larissa x reader where reader just had a fight with their parents (on the phone, idk, you can decide) and goes finding larissa. larissa is in a meeting (or sth else you can decide this as well) but reader just pushes into the room and larissa is worried and says "darling?" but reader just throws themselves into larissa for a big hug so larissa orders the other people present to leave and comforts reader

Darling?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 956

Warning: homophobia, panic attack

A/n: I think this became a little more angsty than requested, but it just kind of flowed that way. Hope you are still satisfied! <3

Actually you weren't sure why you still bothered. All your life your parents had made you feel worthless. Your bigger brother always being the golden child. Constantly being compared to him and constantly being told you weren't enough. But because you are a people pleaser you still called them. It got lesser but on their birthdays you just had to call them. Otherwise, you would drain in guilt. That's just how your brain worked.

But, of course it was a disaster, like always. It had started very polite and calm. You wished your mother a happy birthday and asked what they would do for the day. She told you a bit and talked about Penny, your family dog. These were moments in which you believed that maybe your relationship could grow better. Just for it to be immediately crushed again.

Your mother had asked how you were doing, how work was going and if you had finally found a partner. For a short second you actually thought you could make her proud now. You told her about Larissa, what a wonderful woman she was and how happy you were. The line went silent, the calm before the storm, before your mother started screaming at you. She thought it was disgusting that you were dating a woman. Why couldn't you do one thing right in your life? Your brother was already expected a child. He was so much better than you. You should take his example.

You felt hot tears run down your face and before your mother even finished her sentence you just hung up. You felt your heart beat faster in your chest, and a wave of cold sweat rushed over you.

You needed to find Larissa. Fast.

So you stumbled forward, out of the room. Hastily running through the corridor, thankful that there were no students, you came to a halt in front of Larissa's office. You didn't bother knocking and just threw the big wooden door open. Looking in you saw Larissa, but also a few other teachers. They all looked at you surprised by the sudden interruption.

Larissa immediately saw that something was wrong, and her eyes were filled with concern.

"Darling? What's- Everyone out." No one moved.

"Immediately!" She put on her Principle-Voice and in mere seconds everyone was out of the door.

Larissa was by your side in no time and held you as you fell to the ground. She sat down and pulled you into her lap.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" You had a hard time breathing, it felt like you were hyperventilating. You would have really liked to answer her question, but no words escaped you as you tried really hard to breath. Additionally, you had no idea what was wrong. This had never happened before. But you had a bad gut feeling as to what this could be.

"Darling, you have to breathe. Here, put your ear on my heart and try to breathe in its beat. I think you might be having a panic attack." Yep, the bad gut feeling was being confirmed.

Larissa patiently let you listen to her heartbeat and drew circles with her fingers on your arm. Whispering sweet affirmations and comforting things in your ear, occasionally kissing your hair, she held you until you felt that you could breathe normal again. After you had calmed down she helped you stand up and directed you to sit on her sofa. She sat down next to you and held your hand.

"I called my mom." You looked up at Larissa, wanting to explain what could have caused the panic attack.

"I told her about us. That we are a couple and how happy I am. I thought maybe she'd be proud because she always wanted me to find a partner. But, it turns out she's not just an asshole but a homophobic one."

"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She gently pulled you into a hug, while drying the tears that were falling again.

"She told me how useless I am and that my brother is so much better and how disgusting I am. She said I can't get anything right in life. And if someone tells you things like that your whole life, you start to believe them." Larissa's heart broke at that. She had never understood how parents could decide to have children and then treat them horribly. She had seen it often enough with her students.

"Please, my love. Listen to me, never believe those things. Your parents are fools. You aren't worthless or disgusting. I think you are just wonderful. By coming here, you have done everything right. Because now I am lucky enough to have the best girlfriend in the world. (Y/n), you saved me from absolutely drowning in my work and my loneliness and that should be worth something, right? Forget your parents. Here, at Nevermore everyone loves you, and we age your family now. There are so many students at this school, thankful that you exist. I know how hard you work to make them all feel comfortable and accepted. Show yourself some of that love." She was just amazing and always knew what to say to make you feel better. Through a few stray tears and tired eyes you smiled at her. It was a small, but genuine smile. Larissa hugged you again and then she stood up.

"Lay down a bit, take a nap. You need it. I'll work a bit, I'll be there when you wake up." You nodded, grateful that she didn't leave you. Your head hit the pillow and right before falling asleep you acknowledged that the pillow smelled just like Larissa. You nuzzled in a bit more, comforted by her scent around you.

Please someone send me Larissa x Reader requests, I really want to write for her!!! I'm also super fast cause it's still holidays, so I'll get them ready the same day or a day later!!

Edit: It might take a bit longer now till I write them, I've gotten so many wonderful requests in the last two days its hard catching up!

i have a request for Brienne of Tarth! it doesn’t have to be exactly like this or anything, you can change up stuff if you want.

reader is together with brienne. but she’s out all day fighting and stuff. we really miss her so we go to her room and put on one of her shirts, and rest in her room, ending up having a nap while waiting for her. and she comes back later in the day! how would she react and stuff? especially with us having her shirt on. i feel like she would find it cuteee seeing us wearing it🥰

reader wakes up after hearing her come into the room, maybe brienne talking about how her day went and also how much she missed us & how much we missed her aswell. maybe she notices we have her shirt on after she changes out of her armour and looks for a shirt to wear, notices one is gone. she gets changed and when we are cuddling n all that soft stuff, she’s like “is that my shirt?” and you get all like “whaaaat??? of course not-“ but we end up admiting that we missed her so we put it on🥰

Thief

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 614

Warning: none

A/n: I really loved writing this, it's so wholesome. I hope you like it aswell!!

You hated these days. The ones in which you nearly didn't see Brienne at all because she was out all day. Whether it was fighting, accompanying the King or having been sent in missions. You always missed her terribly.

And today was such a day. The only thing that made it worse was that she was actually fighting, and you knew it. Of course, she was incredibly skilled and the best knight of Westeros but still, you couldn't resist worrying.

It was already at dawn when you decided to leave your chamber to go lay in Brienne's bed. You hoped that her scent all around you would calm you. As you entered her room and saw one of her linen shirts neatly folded on a chair you got an idea. You pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head and replaced it with Brienne's linen one.

You crawled into her bed and hid completely under her sheets. And indeed the scent of her all around you, hugging and tucking you in did comfort and calm you. Even so much that you were able to fall into a light sleep.

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A few hours later you were woken by a soft but still strong voice complaining about all the stupid men that thought just because she's a woman they would easily defeat her. You peeked out from under the covers and watched Brienne take of her armour.

She turned around, confused as to why her talking was meet with silence.

"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She hastily approached you kneeled down in front of the bed. She gently stroked your cheek.

"I woke you, didn't I? That wasn't my intention." She smiled apologetic and gave you a quick kiss.

"It's okay, really. I'm just happy that you're back. Come into the bed?" With puppy eyes you blinked at her. She could say no to that, so she finished changing, a little startled that the linen shirt she knew she had folded on the chair wasn't there anymore. But she didn't think twice about it and just grabbed a different one.

Gently she lifted the sheets and crawled in bed behind you. Embracing you from behind and laying a hand on top your stomach to have you as close as possible.

"I missed you, I was really worried." You nuzzled in, leaning in her touch. Happy to have her back and safe with you.

"I know, I missed you to." She planted a gentle kiss on top your hair. While leaning in her touch the sheets uncovered your shoulder and Brienne had a direct view of her shirt.

"(Y/n)?" You were already half asleep again. So instead of an answer you just hummed.

"Is that my shirt?" Your eyes shoot open. A little embarrassed you hid your face in her arm and mildly nodded.

"No?" Brienne let out a slight laugh at that.

"I can see that it's mine, (Y/n)." While smirking, she gently played with your hair and breathed a kiss on it.

"I felt so alone without you and the shirt smells like you so in comforted me." You mumbled nearly inaudibly into her arm. Brienne blushed a little at that. She was still unaccustomed to this kind of love and adoration. But she couldn't deny that she liked it.

"It's okay, love. You can wear my clothes whenever you want. Even though I wouldn't recommend wearing them outside, unless you might want a dress." You had to laugh at her joke and the embarrassed died down. You lifted you head and turned it slightly as to look at her. She kissed you, and you happily fell asleep cuddled into her strong arms.

heyo!! if someone’s asking for larissa requests, im more than happy to deliver 😁 can i request one where reader works at weathervane and would constantly flirt with larissa? larissa, thinking it’s reader’s way of messing with her like most normies do, usually just tries to ignore it even though she does secretly find it amusing. then one day they meet when it’s reader’s they off and reader’s jogging and reader tells larissa that they actually do like her and would actually like to take her out. thank you.

Vanilla Latte

Pairing: Larissa Weems x normie!Reader

Word Count: 970

Warning: talking about previous bullying?

A/n: I really love the idea and writing this!! Hope I did it justice!

It hadn't been a very busy day when you had seen her for the first time. All day you had two customers, and slowly you were growing a little annoyed that you had to work. No one would have cared if you had just closed the café.

So as you heard the door open you were actually kind of happy, that you had something to do. And as your eyes fell onto the woman in front of you all was forgotten. That day was a success after all.

She was incredibly tall, elegant, had red lips and fitting red nails. Her eyes were a mesmerising side of icy blue and for a second you forgot how to talk. But it felt like someone distantly said something. And her lips had moved, you were sure of that.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"A vanilla latte with extra cream, please." She repeated her order and smiled politely. But the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Can I get a name for that order?" You looked at her, pen in hand.

"Larissa" A beautiful name, you liked it.

You did try forming a smile, but it probably came our all wobbly and nervous. Of course Larissa had seen you stare, she just thought it was because she's an outcast, and you're a Normie. She was used to it.

"Just a second. You can sit down if you want." She nodded and left to sit down in one of the nearer booth.

As you had finished her order and looked up to call out her name, you had an idea. The earlier smile didn't reach her eyes, but maybe you could give her a smile that would.

With extra love, for the most lovely woman.

You called our her name and as she approached, you turned the cup around, so the writing would face her. Grabbing the coffee, Larissa read what you had written and smiled. That smile did reach her eyes, even though it fell as fast as it came. Still not too bad for the first try.

From that day on, you had taken on the challenge of making her smile. She came in every few days, without routine. But always ordering the same drink. With time, you started preparing it, the second she opened the door.

And you never stopped writing things on the cup or saying something nice when handing her the drink.

"Looking extra beautiful today, Larissa."

For my favourite customer.

And you were successful, every time. She smiled at everything you did, even though she didn't react in any other way. She didn't talk a lot with you, didn't flirt back, rarely said a nearly inaudible, thank you. You thought it was a bit odd but didn't stop, the pretty smile was worth it.

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Of course you were delighted as you saw Larissa across the street on your day off. You had decided to take a quick jog through Jericho as the weather was exceptionally wonderful for a November Day.

You looked left and right before crossing the street and coming to a halt next to Larissa.

"Hey, Larissa. Nice to see you." She looked at you and stopped walking. A shy smile formed on her lips.

"Oh, hello. Isn't that a little cold?" She gestured to your rather thin choice of clothing.

"No, I was jogging. So it's more than enough." She nodded understanding. Neither of you really knew what to say next and Larissa just wanted to say goodbye and turn to leave as some courage shot through you. You grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"I- Would you maybe like to go out with me? Like a date." You looked up at her and saw a shocked face, your heart dropped. Of course not.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I saw that you never acted on my flirting and compliment. I should have known better." You wanted to leave, and it was her turn to stop you.

"Wait, I-. You really like me?" You were confused. Wasn't that clear?

"Of course, I do. I thought the weeks of flirting and the messages on the cups made that obvious." You laughed a little, was she so oblivious?

"Yeah, no, I got that. Of course, but I just thought that, because I'm an outcast you'd just mock me." Mocking? That was definitely the last thing you wanted. All your life people had mocked you, and you knew how much that hurt, you always just wanted to make people happy and feel better.

"You're a what?"

"An outcast. I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. Surely you have heard about it?" You had. But you thought it was rather amazing.

"Yes, but I thought it was a school for people with powers of some sort? Like Vampires and Shapeshifters? No?"

"Yes, that's right. But usually people call us outcasts, because we are different, and they don't like that. They're scared of us and mock us." That was horrible. You had never understood why people were always scared of everything they didn't know.

"Well, I don't. I think it's amazing. And I really like you and I want to go on a date with you. Even if you're a werewolf or something like that." Now Larissa laughed. You thought you had seen her eyes smile all these times in the Weathervane, but you had been wrong. This was completely different. Her eyes practically shone, and you felt like the sun had come out. Smiling you just stared at her, utterly in awe.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at you.

"Nothing, you're just really pretty." Just when you thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she blushed and shyly chuckled.

"So would you go on a date with me?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do." And that's how it started.

Can I please request a Larissa Weems x Daughter

Who is a bit of an airhead like me! If Larissa said paint the town red as a metaphor reader will go try paint the town red literally to try and make her mother happy.

Airhead

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader

Word Count: 947

Warning: none I think

A/n: I really liked this idea and I've taken your example with the "paint the town red". Hope you like it!!! <3

All you wanted was to make your mother happy. At all times. Ever since you were eight years old and your mum had left the two of you. Larissa, of course, was a strong woman. She bit her way through the pain to be there for you, but you saw her weak moments. The moments no one else saw in which she thought it wouldn't work, she was being a terrible mother, or she would be alone forever.

So the little eight-year old (Y/n) made it her mission to make her mother happy, no matter the cost. The only problem was just that you could be quite mindless at times, some would say you're an airhead. You weren't stupid, not at all. Your grades were amazing, you could explain hard science with an ease, but you were rather life-stupid. If that's what you could call it. You took everything too literal and sometimes questioned your mother about basic things. How do you use a coffee machine again?

So often your mother told you things, metaphorically, and you took it absolutely literally.

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Just last week your mother had told you about something she was very passionate about and jade used the idiom "It's the best thing since sliced bread." You were bad with idioms and metaphors in general, you had no chance with British ones.

"Mum, I'm not sure sliced bread is that great. So doesn't seem like you're as passionate about it as you claim." Larissa loved you, but sometimes she could kill you.

"(Y/n), I didn't mean that literally. It's an idiom in England." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, sorry mum." She chuckled, slightly amused at your mindlessness.

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And that's how you had gotten yourself in this rather stupid situation.

You're mum had talked to you, she said you would spend too much time at home. Truth be told you didn't like going out and rather spend time with her. But she wanted you to leave and said, I quote: "Go paint the town red or something.". And with that she had shoved you out the door.

You did think it was a little strange that she wanted you to paint the town red, but if it made her happy, you'd do it.

Right in the middle of painting the town red (Yeah, you were that stupid) a very nice lady came up to you and introduced herself as Aviva.

"Could I ask, how old exactly are you and why on earth are you painting the wall." She chuckled a bit, you liked her. She didn't scold you for it, she was just being nice. But the age question did hurt. You were 16, you just looked like a 12-year-old. So you told her, and you also told her what your mum had said.

"Darling, I don't think she meant that literally."

"Oh crap, I already thought something like that." Aviva laughed and thought for a second.

"Do you want me to call your mum? You have paint all over you, I think you'd better don't touch a phone." Embarrassed you looked down your body and at your hands. Apparently you also couldn't paint.

"That would be really nice." You told her where your phone was, and she called Larissa.

While waiting for your mum, Aviva helped you clean up the wall. Thankfully you hadn't come very far, most of the paint had found its way onto you. Aviva had also given you her number, if you'd ever need someone to call in town.

As your mum arrived, you knew she was angry just by the way she got out of the car. She did spare you the humiliation of yelling at you in front of Aviva, but as you sat in the car, doors closed and Aviva out of sight she wasn't to stop.

"What have I done wrong? Why can't you just be a normal child, doing normal teenage-stuff. Other mothers pick up their child in the middle of the night, wasted. I have to pick you up because you painted a wall red, how old are you? Eight?" That hit hard, you were eight when you decided to make her happy. She wasn't happy, at all. And it was your fault.

"I'm sorry, mum." Your voice came out thin through the silent tears. At that she finally looked at you, shocked that you were crying.

"Honey, come here. I'm sorry for what I said, I was too harsh." You shook your head.

"It's not that, you're right. I do act like a child, but I just wanted to make you happy. When mum left," hurt flashed through her eyes. You didn't talk about this often, "I decided that I wanted to make you happy, always. And in my eight-year-old brain that meant doing whatever you said, if it made you happy. And I know I take things to literal, but I just always want to make you laugh. After mum-, after she left I didn't see you laugh a lot." Larissa was stunned, she never knew there was so much thought behind your mindlessness. She was also very moved.

"Oh Darling, thank you. I'm very moved that you'd do that for me, but it's not your job to make me happy. You should focus on your own happiness." You smiled at her.

"But I'm happy, if you're happy. And please don't force me to go out again, I'd much rather spend my time with you. You're my best friend." Larissa had to blink away a few tears.

"I have done nothing wrong with you, you turned out quite alright." You chuckled into her chest, having been pulled into a tight hug.