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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