Can I Please Request A Larissa Weems X Daughter

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.

Hello I would love to see you writting more with Larisa Weems ,

It's new year and reader is teacher at school,she is sad cause last new year she come out an all family abandoned her. Larisa would comfort her and maybe they could share new years eve kiss ?

New Year

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 731

Warning: abandoning after coming out

A/n: I just wanted to finish this before midnight, at least its not yet midnight were I live. I wish everyone a very happy New Year!! Ly all! <3

You stood on the small balcony of your classroom. Alone. The students and most of the teachers went home over Christmas break, but you knew you weren't welcome there anymore. Larissa told you that she would stay at Nevermore over the holiday, so you decided to do that as well.

Christmas had been a delight, it was just the two of you under the Christmas tree. She had gifted you her favourite book and the sweetest pullover. You had baked together and cooked the Christmas dinner. You had wished for it to never end but now?

You felt horrible. You hated New Year.

You weren't surprised as Larissa suddenly stood next to you. You two were the only ones in the whole school, where else was she supposed to go?

"I searched for you. I had expected you to come to my room again. What's wrong?"

Larissa probably was the best person you had ever met. Her whole being just radiated love and comfort for whomever might need it. She was kind, patient and supportive of everyone and everything. It was a rule that you could trust her with your heart. She had open ear at all times, and often it happened that students cane to her for help. And maybe right now you should do that too.

"I hate New Year. I used to love it, when I was younger we always used to play games. The whole family, all together. We had fun, cooked together and laughed a lot. It was the only time were we all were together. And last I had the brilliant idea to use this moment to come out to them. To all of them. I thought if I have them all together for it, I just have to rip of a bandage once. You know? But they took it horribly. The hate me and they made it very clear that they didn't want me home anymore. So now they are having fun, just like always while I'm standing in the cold alone. Hated by everyone, just because some stupid god I don't even believe in decided to make me gay." A few stray tears were falling down your tears. You could feel an arm around your waist, gently pulling you into a side hug. You turned to her and hugged her fully. Crying into her coat, leaving a slight mascara stain.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Can I do anything right?" You started crying again, a complete mess at this point. You just had to finally let it all out.

Larissa gently moved your head up to look at her.

"(Y/n), listen to me. You aren't hated by everyone. Your family is just foolish if they let such an amazing person go for a reason so stupid. I don't hate you, your students don't hate you, your friends and colleagues don't hate you, okay? And they won't even if they'll eventually find out that you are gay. This school is a safe place for everyone. And if you want it to be, it can be your home." She dried your tears with her coat and pulled you in another hug.

"I'd like that very much. Thank you." You mumbled into her coat, nearly inaudible.

"I think you are an incredible woman. You are kind, funny, strong, intelligent, beautiful. You have so many amazing qualities and I wouldn't want to spend my New Year with anyone else." You were so incredibly thankful for this woman. You couldn't put it into words. A quick look on the clock told you that it was 11:59. Maybe you could show her with actions. Right before the firework started you stood up on your tiptoes and pulled her in for a kiss.

Startled at first, she didn't move. You already thought you had ruined it all again, but suddenly she put her hands on your waist to steady you and kissed you back. It was your first New Year kiss ever. To be quite exact it was your first kiss ever in general. But you couldn't complain. It was perfect. Larissa pulled back and looked you in the eyes, a little out of breath.

"I hope that was alright, I didn't ask you-" you couldn't finish as she hungrily pulled you back in for another kiss.

Maybe you could love New Year again, if this was going to be a tradition.

you asked for Larissa so here i am requesting a Larissa x pregnant reader😇

disgustingly sweet fluff, nothing else👀👀

Headcanons pregnant Reader

Pairing: Larissa Weems x pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 475

Warning: Labour?, disgustingly sweet fluff haha

A/n: I hope it's alright that I made headcanons for this, I thought it was a little easier than writing a real fic for this request <3

•When you found out that you were actually pregnant, Larissa cried. You had never seen her cry like this, she was full on sobbing. Out of pure luck

•All her life she had struggled with her partners to a point where she believed she would never find true love and have the family she had always wanted, so to now really have this life blew her mind.

•She would be quite insecure at the beginning, that she is too old to be a mother. You were quite a bit younger than her, and she didn't want to slow the family down.

•You made it very clear to her that there is no one, in the whole world, who you'd rather have a child with.

•She would spoil you. You crave something at two in the morning? Wait twenty minutes and you have it. She would drive to a gas station no matter what time it was and get it for you.

•She would always talk to the little one and tell them about her work and the wonderful family they would be born into.

•She loved cuddling you and kissing your belly.

•In the last trimester you always had back pain or neck pain, but she didn't hesitate to give you a massage. If needed every evening.

•You never knew she could draw until now. She made a beautiful piece for the nursery of you and her holding a baby in front of the school. It was beautiful and because your hormones were playing roulette you immediately started crying when you saw it.

•At the beginning she was absolutely overwhelmed by your outbursts. Sometimes you would just start crying out of the blue without any reasonable explanation. She didn't know what to do, and her absolute awkwardness was actually what made you laugh again.

•It was the sweetest thing seeing her rush to you and trying to tell you, it was no problem that you accidentally hung her night gown into your side of the closet. And it was also no problem that that meant Larissa had to search for it.

•But, lucky for you, Larissa was one of the most patient people you knew.

•But when you went to labour she was a MESS

•She felt so incredibly helpless because she just couldn't do anything to take the pain away from you

•She nearly had a panic attack as your water broke

•But like the sweet angel she is, she let you squish her hand, stroked the wet hair our of your face and brought you something to drink every time you screamed for it

•When she saw your little angel and held her in her arms, she could help herself but cry again

•All she ever wanted was here in this room, and she wouldn't let anyone take it away from her ever

Can I request a drunk reader on New Year and getting all flirty and dancing around with Larissa <3

That’s me now

Dance Floor

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 706

Warning: alcohol

A/n: So I pushed this a little forward to not post this days after New Year, hope you like it!

It wasn't long until the clock would strike twelve o'clock and the year would be over. Honestly this had been the best year of your life. You had started to work your dream job, found your passion in helping the kids, found amazing friends and fell in love. That last bit did cause a few problems, as it was your boss, but you felt that she might like you too.

You had never talked about the matter, but there was some kind of unresolved tension between you. A good sort of tension. Larissa was flirting constantly, and you showered her with presents. You knew her favourite flowers and always brought her new ones. If you happened to go to Jericho, you always brought her coffee order. That was just the difference between you, she was flirty and open, you were shy and sweet.

But that was the rule for sober (Y/n). Drunken you was a whole different story. You could get unusually bold. Very bold.

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It was New Year's Eve and Larissa had organised a staff party for everyone who was still in Nevermore. Some of your colleague had gone home over the holiday, but most stayed. The evening had been an absolute delight. The food was amazing. Your friend and colleague Aden put on the music, and he hit exactly your taste in music. And the alcohol was exquisite, maybe you did have a little too much of that. But who cares? It's a party.

You were enjoying yourselves, dancing and laughing together. But as you spun, your eyes landed on Larissa. She stood at the side of the dance floor observing the rest. You knew she probably chose to not dance, but it stung your heart as it felt like she was being left out. That needed change, fast.

You boldly approached her and, taking her hand, pulled her with you onto the dance floor. That worked surprisingly easy, but that was probably just because she hadn't expected you to drag her. Normally she was much stronger than you.

"(Y/n), can I ask, what do you think you are doing?" She raised an eyebrow at you, standing in the middle of the floor, making no effort to dance.

"You looked so alone. You should be integrated! Also, I really want to dance with you." You smirked at her and laid your hand on her waist. For a second she stiffened but as you started moving to the music she slowly relaxed and even started moving too.

"Move your hips, come on. It'll look bomb." You gently forced her hips to swing some more with your hands. And to your surprise she obeyed. It did indeed look bomb.

Larissa pulled you closer, your bodies pressed against one another and leaned down a little. Her mouth right next to your ear, she whispered: "Do you like that, Darling. Seeing me swing my hips for you?" She put on a flirtatious, even seductive tone. It made your knees weak and for a moment you felt like you would cave in, but Larissa's arms held you. She let out a deep, breathy laugh at that. God, everything about her was just so hot.

You tuned around, leaning your back against her and pulling her hands up to your front. You perfectly bend into the curve of her body, pushing your ass into her, while still swaying your hips. You heard a low moan right next to your ear, that made you smirk. Her hands wandered up a little until they stopped right on top your breasts. Her hands were covered by the hem of your jacket, so she got even bolder and started kneading them lightly. You let your head fall onto her chest. This must be what heaven feels like, you thought.

You stayed like this, dancing together, fully intertwined with one another until you heard the others around you counting down from ten. The New Year's Countdown.

Larissa turned you to look at her and bend down to nibble on your ear.

"Would you like to be my New Year's kiss?" She pulled back a little as to see your face and right as the countdown went to zero you crashed your lips onto hers.

“darling” 🥺

As we all should tbh

i love that im am surrounded by a community that are on their knees for gwendoline christie