Sp Your Requests Are Open.. We All Know How Spontaneously Angry Principle Weems Can Get,

Sp your requests are open.. We all know how spontaneously angry Principle Weems can get,

So only and I mean only if you are comfortable, if you are not please tell me I'd hate to make you uncomfortable again if this request does.

Could you do her reaction to her hitting the reader and/or the reader flinching at her during and argument. All I want from the reader is, if you choose to end angsty , the reader addressing her as “Principle Weems.” Instead of Larissa.

Old habits die hard

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 352

Warning: mention of child abuse

A/n: I didn't really feel, that letting Larissa actually hit R would fit her character, so I choose the flinching option. It's quite short, but I hope you like it nonetheless! <3 @fortythree-or-43

"My god, (Y/n). You're acting like one of my students. Why are you so stubborn?" Larissa was annoyed, rightly so. You actually knew that you were in the wrong, but you were way too stubborn to admit that now. You stepped closer to her.

"Because you don't get it, what you did-" You stumbled over your words and flinched as Larissa aggressively lifted her hand. She actually just wanted to rub her temples and deep down you knew that. You also knew that she'd never hurt you, however mad she was at you. But old habits die hard, right? So your body reacted before you even knew it and you stepped away from her, holding your arms in front of you, as if to protect you.

"I'm sorry, Larissa. Please don't be mad." You realised, that you sounded like a child. A scared little child. The child you had been, many years ago.

Larissa face fell, eyes and movements becoming kinder and calmer immediately. The fight and her anger long forgotten.

She wanted to take a step forward, but you didn't let her. You stepped further away from her, caving in on the couch. Larissa slowly sat down on the floor, so you could look at her and see where her hands were at all times.

"My love, please look at me. I'd never hurt you." As you took your hands away from your face, Larissa saw a few silent tears roll down your cheek. The look you saw in her eyes, told you everything you needed to know. You found nothing but love, care and honesty in them.

Still crying you slid off the couch and crawled to her. You felt so ridiculously stupid, for having reacted like that. Sitting between her legs, she held you. Calming you down and whispering sweet nothing's in your ear.

"Shhh, Darling. It's alright. Please don't cry." She gently kissed the top of your head and rocked you in her arms.

"You don't have to tell me today, not even tomorrow. But whenever you feel ready, know that you can talk to me. I'll listen."

Could you please write a Larissa weems x reader angst/song fic inspired by brand new city by mitski?

R is a famous artist who leaves out of the blue and shows up at Nevermore as the new art teacher? Larissa is a fan of their work and is confused why they chose nevermore and learns they were a former student. R has struggled with their mental health and being in the public eye led to drug use but managed to stay clean for their longest period just before/whilst teaching. This comes crashing down when they are having a panic attack before one on one meeting with Larissa because they are head over heels and think that she couldn't possibly like someone like them back and they think that they are going to get fired because they have no confidence in their teaching so they find their old emergency stash in a jacket pocket and take it before the meeting? This leads to a very concerned Larissa as R are acting weird so she questions them about what's wrong and they spill everything about being into them and about their issues since they are very out of it? Larissa basically just takes care of them til they sober up and holds R as they cry about having ruined everything thinking they 100% have no chance now but in fact Larissa loves them and just wants them to be the healthiest version of themself and is sad they didn't come talk to them about their issues sooner?

What'd you take?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1953

Warning: mental health problems, drug addiction, relapse, panic attack

A/n: I really hope you like it, I tried to put some of the lyrics into the story. I hope I did alright! <3

Ever since you had been a little child, you had wanted to be a singer. You imagined it would free you from the poor life you had had. Your family never had a lot of money, and you wanted to be able to give them something back. But, turns out famous life isn't that great.

It had been great at the beginning, it felt like a haze. A haze of success and people all around, loving you and your music. But with time you got worse, the pressure that came with standing in the public eye, the massive hate that you received from some people. It overwhelmed you completely, you felt you weren't strong enough. But you had always loved what you were doing, so for quite some time you tried to find ways to withstand the pressure.

Slowly you fell into a serious drug addiction, and while you knew the shit you had brought yourself into, it's hard to stop if you're addicted. In the end your sister had been the one, who pulled you out of the whole you had fallen into. She helped you with quitting the pills and sobered you up.

You didn't plan on going back into show business, the fear of relapse was too great. So you took a little break and searched for a job. It was hard, wherever you applied, people recognised you and made a fuss. You just wanted to have some peace and get away from all the chaos. Your mother actually had the idea, that convinced you.

And that's how you found yourself in the office of Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy.

"Can I just ask, how did you become aware of Nevermore Academy? It's quite unusual for such famous people to apply at a school like ours." You had seen the question roam through her mind since the second you entered her office. As a singer you hadn't used your real name, so the postal apply hadn’t shown Principle Weems who you were. But your face certain had.

"Well, I have been a student her myself, over ten years ago. And I needed some distance from the whole show business. A school in the middle of the woods seems like the perfect match, doesn't it?" To your absolute delight, you got the job. And the day you moved in, was also the day that you had been sober for 200 days. Standing in your own little room in the Academy, proud was the word that came to your mind. You were so proud of you, you hadn't rotten in a whole of despair and addiction, no. You had built up a new life, a healthy life.

That new life was going great. Your students seemed to love you, even though they were a little taken aback the first time they entered the classroom, seeing you as their teacher. But it didn't take them long to recover from the initial shock. You realised you should have probably been a teacher all your life. Yes you loved singing, but this. This healed your heart, it was a passion you had never known to have.

The school and your work there brought you utmost peace and joy and with time you even felt yourself fall in love. While that as itself was wonderful and the most beautiful feeling, it brought a few problems with it. The first and most obvious one being, that you had fallen in love with Larissa. Your boss. Great, right?

At the beginning you hadn't even realised that you were in love with her. You had never been in love, so how do you differ between being in love with someone and just being happy to see them because they're your friend? No idea.

But with time it became obvious even to you. Ian, your favourite colleague had told you a long time before you had known it yourself.

"My god, (Y/n). Don't be so oblivious, you have the biggest crush on that woman." You stared at him in shock.

"What, no! I have not." Ian just grinned, he knew you would realise it yourself sooner or later. In your case it was later. It took you unbelievable long.

But one day you eventually did. You were in the library with Ian and Larissa came over to talk to you. It wasn't anything important, just some things about class. Right before she turned to leave, she looked you up and down and smirked.

"I really like the dress! It makes your pretty eyes pop out." And with that she left, not seeing you blush like crazy. You stared after her, and suddenly you turned to look at Ian.

"Oh god, I'm in love with her." Embarrassed you hid your face in your hands while Ian started laughing so much her had actual tears roll down his cheek. Everyone in the library looked at you, thankfully they hadn't heard your confession though. They just thought Ian was going crazy.

Well that was that.

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The thing with you in general was, that you were very unsure of yourself and extremely insecure in everything you did. You never felt like you were doing good or like you were enough. And that became quite the problem.

It had been a normal day, classes went quite well, and you had already finished some of your work as Larissa approached you. Face not kind and patient as usual, it looked rather displeased and cold.

"(Y/n), would you come to my office in an hour. We need to talk." You gulped and just nodded, immediately leaving for your room. The look on her face made you panic. All of your insecurities overthrowing your rational thinking.

What if she wants to fire me? I knew I was doing a shit job at teaching. I'm not made for this.

Now even the tiniest chance of her liking me is lost. She probably hates me, how could I have ever thought to have a chance with her. Why on earth would she like me?

You felt your mind getting filled with more and more fears and negative thoughts. Slowly but surely a panic attack was arising. You had been so proud of you new, healthy life, and you were more scared than ever to have that taken away from you.

Your breathing got unsteady, and your chest felt tight. It felt like your body was falling in pieces. Legs giving up underneath you, slowly sliding down the door. You held your trembling hand against your chest in hopes of being calmed by your heart beat, just to find your heart racing. It felt like your blood was passing you by. Still breathing ragged, you clung to the jacket that was hung over the chair next to you, and felt a little packet in it. You immediately knew what it was, and you very well knew how stupid this was. But rationality wasn't your biggest strength right now.

So you took the pills, probably the last ones you still had. It had been your emergency pack, even though for a while now you hadn't thought to ever need them again. Still leaning at your door, your breathing slowly flattened no you didn't feel like chocking anymore. The trembling of the hands decreased, and you could stand up again.

Calmed down now, you left your room and went to Larissa's office. You weren't even scared anymore, who cares if you'll get fired?

"Could I have some water?" Larissa found your behaviour to be extremely strange. Your pupils were extremely dilated, you complained about the heat on her office the whole time. It wasn't hot in her office, not at all.

"(Y/n), that's the third glass of water. You have been here for ten minutes."

"Well, apparently I'm quite thirsty. My, It's hot on here Larissa." That was it, this behaviour was absolutely unlike you.

"Darling, are you feeling alright. I'm a little worried about you?" You just looked at her, not really grasping what was happening.

"I just took a little. Really just a bit." That alarmed Larissa, and she immediately rounded her desk, sitting down next to you.

"What'd you take? Honey, look at me." You felt her take your hands and gently stroke over your pulse point. In hindsight, you weren't exactly sure what made you spill. Her gentleness, the worry in her eyes or your absolute despair.

"I'm so sorry. I've taken the pills. I know I shouldn't have, I- I- If you'll fire me, I can understand that but-" Larissa didn't look angry at all, no, she actually cupped your cheek and brushed the tears away.

"Shhh, Darling. Calm down, what pills?" You had a hard time breathing again, but managed to get some words out.

"My emergency pack. I- I ended my career because I had a drug addiction, but I was clean. I didn't- when I came her ... I hadn't for over half a year."

"It's alright, shh. Let it out, my beautiful dove." She pulled you into her chest and let you cry, hearing her heart beat made you calm down, until your breathing was normal again.

"Ok, love. You know I don't want to push, but I'm also your employer and I need to know what happened. Why did you take the pills?" You washed the tears away, even though that was useless as the next were already on their way. Ashamed you looked to the floor.

"I had a panic attack after you told me we needed to talk. I thought the ground was pulling me down. You looked so- so cold and angry. I thought I did something wrong, that you'd fire me, and I was so scared to lose the life I had so neatly built up again. I love this school and my work here, and I love you, and I was scared that you'd hate me and I- wait, no- what did I just say? No- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Larissa just pulled you into a warm hug.

"(Y/n), calm down. Firstly, I didn't want to fire you. I'm so sorry that I made you think that. I just had an annoying situation with a student right before that and was a little on edge. I just wanted to talk about a club, you might like to do. Secondly, I don't hate you. I'm not mad about the pill thing, I just wished you would have come to me earlier. Telling me about your problems and fears. I want you to know that I'm always there for you. Because thirdly, I love you." Your eyes widened. All of your fears and thoughts had been absolutely unfounded. You had just assumed things, and you had misjudged her completely. You started to uncontrollably sob at that.

"Hush, love. Please don't cry. All is well." She gently rubbed your back and held you through it all.

"And please, don't think that you have failed your journey on sobriety. You relapsed, yes. But that's not the end of the world. We'll get you sobered up, and I'll stay with you though it all. And if you have any pills left we'll throw them out. I want you to talk to me in the future, if you ever feel like you'll relapse. Failure is a part of success." You nodded your head against her chest. Thankful for whatever fate, that this woman had become a part of your life.

And she held her promise. She helped you throw away the last pills, she was there for you when it got hard. She truly saved you. She and this school, where the best thing that and ever happened to you

The hands-

She is beauty, she is grace, she can step* on my fucking face.

*sit

hello

could you write a brienne x reader where brienne saves reader from committing suicide bc i just need her to save me.

if you're not comfortable with writing it, that's okay!

I need you

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 684

Warning: suicide attempt, depression, mental health problems

A/n: I really hope you are ok anon and hopefully you like this! <3

For a wile now, you had felt as if someone had sucked all the happiness out of you. You had no energy to stand up in the morning, any food you ate came up again sooner or later. So much that you lost appetite completely. The only thing making you laugh at times were Brienne's jokes. And still, you felt like a burden to her. Even though she spent her time with you voluntarily, tried so hard to make you laugh, to get some food in you. Deep down, you knew she loved you and would never feel that you are a burden. But the negative thoughts were stronger. 

The worst thing was, you didn't understand what you felt like this.you had no reason whatsoever to be sad. No one had died, no one had left or hurt you in any way. You had a good life. One, a lot of people wished for. You were loved, had everything you needed and wanted. And yet, it wasn't enough to keep your thoughts away from death.

The last weeks it was all you could think of. It had slowly creeped its way into your mind and didn't want to leave. It kept you awake at night, and the worst: it seemed to sound more and more attractive. 

Why not actually do it? No one would care, they'd probably be relieved. And your pain would finally stop. 

So one morning, Brienne had left to get you something to eat, you stood up, knotted some sheets together to make a long rope and hung it to the ceiling with a loop at the end. Grabbing a chair and stepping onto it, you put the loop around your head. You didn't directly do it. You wanted to, yes, but it was scary nonetheless. You stood there for a few minutes with the loop around your head, fighting with yourself. In the end, how else should it, the negative thoughts won. 

You kicked the chair away and fell into the rope, in the same second Brienne opened the door, tray with food in hand. Her eyes opened wide with shock as she saw you. She didn't even try to put the tray down somewhere, as it immediately slipped out of her hands and fell to the floor with a loud clink. 

The rope cut into your flesh, and it got harder to breath with every second, your body's self-preservation instinct kicked in, and your hands shot up. Desperately trying to loosen the rope around your throat, it was of no avail. 

Brienne rushed over to you, grabbing your legs and lifting you up. You could finally breathe again, even though you practically just coughed. 

"Take the rope of, please (Y/n)." She begged, and you heard through her voice that she had started to cry. To your surprise, you obeyed and pulled the rope over your head. As Brienne was sure that you were free, she let you fall into her arms, carrying you to the bed and gently putting you down. You sat up a little and leaned on the headboard behind you. Still coughing, desperately trying to fill your lungs with some more air. 

Brienne sat in the edge of the bed, looking at you. Tears were streaming down her face and she was shaking, shaking in fear for your life. Never had you seen her like this. She was a strong, pulled-together woman. But now she sat in front of you, scared and in utter shock, not being able to control her feelings at all.

As she was sure that you could breathe again, she put her head down in your stomach, clinging to your tunic. She soaked the fabric and tried to get out words through the tears. 

"Please, (Y/n) ... you can't- can't leave me." You gently stroked her head and brush a few strands of hair out of her face. 

"I need you, please-we will get through this. J-just stay." It wouldn't be easy, but having seen Brienne like this, you now had a reason to keep going. 

I want need her to look at me like that.

I think I just forgot how breathing works

Hiiiii I love your Brienne of Tarth stories. U was wondering if you could write an x reader where it's after the ending of GOT and the council is established where Tyrion has somehow convinced all the council members (except Sam of course) to go to a brothel or out of town special show and Brienne meets the reader there as the reader is a dancer and they kinda fall for each other at first sight ig if u want to. Thank you❤❤❤❤

Brothel

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1191

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, masturbation, eating out, queening

A/n: hope you like it!<3

"Oh, come on. That's so primitive and why do you even want us to come, we're women?" Arya was absolutely not convinced by Tyrion's idea to go to a brothel. She thought the whole concept was humiliating to any woman. But all the man in the round were excited and no one really listened to Arya's words.

"Brienne, can't you support me?" Brienne looked at Arya and just opened her mouth to say something as Tyrion interrupted.

"Oh, my dear Arya. We all know Brienne plays on our team here." He chuckled and Brienne was silenced immediately.

Arya and her sister overruled, they went to a brothel the same evening. It was quite dark inside and the air was thick. They all sat down and directly woman approached them, dancing around them. Some were even bold enough to sit down on the men's laps. The sisters talked about how absurd they found this, the man had fun and Brienne just sat in the middle, quietly. She really didn't know what to do and had nothing to say either.

She let her eyes roam through the room, stopping as she realised that you watched her. You had spot Brienne in-between all the people, because she looked so absolutely lost. Like she really didn't want to be here. Brienne's breathing hitched as she understood that you were approaching her. Eyes on her at all time. You were smitten by her. In all the years you had done this, no one had ever caught your eye like this.

Brienne couldn't deny that she found you very beautiful, attractive even. Still she would have never had the courage to address you.

You approached her, never stopping your hip movement and the dancing. You felt her eyes on your waist. You had to smirk at that.

She did like what you did. Her eyes wandering over you. But as you came closer and sat down on her lap, she stiffened. Surprised by your actions. Still she laid her hands on your waist, just to hold you and prevent you from slipping of course.

You gently ran your finger over her lip and pulled her bottom lip down a little. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. So you spoke instead.

"You look quite lost, I hope you're not bored. But if you are, I could change that." Your voice was deep, seductive even.

"Look, Brienne has also found herself someone." Tyrion spoke, winking at Brienne. He turned to you and spoke.

"Take her with you, I'll pay for it." You politely nodded and stood up. Reaching out for Brienne's hand. She took it and let you guide her through the mass into a room at the back. As the door closed, it immediately became quieter. The door shielding most of the sounds.

You hadn't quite realised how tall she was, when you dragged her behind you. Now seeing her stand in front of you, having to lay your head back to see her, you were speechless. As you had first seen her, you hadn't been able to look away, mesmerised by her beauty. But this, it made her so much more attractive.

"I don't even know your name."

"Brienne." Brienne. You liked the sound of that. But even more than that you liked the way her lips looked. You had like the way they felt under your thumb, you would really like to feel them on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" Brienne looked startled, overthrown by the pace this was evolving in.

"Not, if I don't know your name first."

"(Y/n)" Brienne nodded and mere seconds later her lips crushed onto yours. This felt so different to all the other times you had done this. It didn't feel like a job, like something you wanted to get finished. You could have kissed her for the rest of the evening. You wanted to bathe in her touch. Brienne felt similar, she wasn't, by all means, one to throw herself into feelings or something like this. She didn't really understand what was going on herself. She just knew, that she was completely under your spell.

"Take me to the bed." You gasped as she suddenly picked you up and carried you, your legs swung sound her waist. She put you down and crawled onto the bed, sitting between your legs. She planted kisses all over your neck, before gently brushing the thin fabric you were wearing off you. To her surprise you were completely naked underneath. She lightly stroked over your naked breath, making you groan out. She kept on kissing you, gently, full of caution. So much more thoughtful than all the man you were used to.

You started undressing her as well, which took a bit longer than it had with you, considering that she was fully dressed. As she was naked on front of you, you couldn't keep yourself from staring.

"You're beautiful, Brienne." She blushed at that, absolutely stunned that anyone could look at her with so much desire in their eyes.

"Sit on my face, please." You looked at her, she thought you were joking at first. But your face was completely serious.

"What? No, (Y/n) I'm too heavy, I'll crush you." You gently pulled her into another kiss.

"You won't, I promise. Please, I really want this. I want to taste you." Brienne blushed even harder, you had to say she looked really hot like this. All worked up and cheeks red.

Slowly Brienne climbed on top of your face. Right before lowering herself, she looked at you again, concerned. But before she could say anything, you rested your hands on her hips and pulled down. The moment your lips met her wet core, she moaned. And you would have sworn, that it was the hottest thing you had ever heard.

You started running your tongue through her folds, warning another moan. Fast you began licking and sucking on her clit, wanting to hear more of those delicate moans and wanting to pleasure her.

As you increased the speed and her moans grew loader, you felt your own pussy throb. Hearing her aroused you immensely. So you took one hand away from her hips and let it wander between your legs. Slowly you started rubbing your clit, while still eating her out.

"Oh, (Y/n). Please, it feels so good." You moaned against her centre, not being able to hold it back anymore. You could feel Brienne was close, her thighs tightened around your face and her groaned became breathier and louder.

"(Y/n), yeah, I-...ahh" with that she came undone on your face. She climbed off of you and licked her lips as she saw your fingers still rubbing your clit, desperately wishing for release. She sat down between your legs and pushed two fingers inside of you, making you moan more. You shut your eyes, moaning uncontrollably. A few moments later you came, absolutely exhausted. Brienne slowly pulled her fingers out of you and laid down next to you.

You both felt that this would not be the last time you saw each other.