Please Someone Send Me Larissa X Reader Requests, I Really Want To Write For Her!!! I'm Also Super Fast

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!

Hi there. Literally just refreshed the Larissa tag and saw that you wanted some requests. Would you write a Larissa x reader where Larissa has a strict no dating coworkers rule, but when Nevermore hires a new teacher (reader) she can’t help but love how reader is so sweet. But when reader asks her out, she still says no though reluctantly. Reader just accepts it and tries to be as positive as she usually is. But after a weekend night out with friends, reader drunkenly confronts Larissa and the day after they talk about it and Larissa tells reader that she can’t help her feelings anymore either.

No Dating-Rule

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2486

Warning: Alcohol

A/n: This got pretty long but I loved the idea and I really loved writing it!!!

Every rule had a reason. Larissa had made the "Not dating Co-workers"-Rule because in the past dating Co-workers had led to problems. But a rule could still be annoying. Even when the use for it was clear and reasonable.

And recent events made it very hard for Larissa to not overthrow the rule.

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After the undeniable chaos that had visited Nevermore in the last school year, a new botanical teacher was necessary. So right before the new school year was about to start Principle Weems invited a few applicants for the job and spend her precious time talking to one after another. No one could fulfil her expectations and as she already thought it was useless she heard a light knock at the door.

The door opened and you stepped in. She was immediately smitten by you, but she forbid those thoughts and buried them deep inside of her.

"Principle Weems? I'm sorry, I'm a bit late. Do you still take applicants?" The Principle nodded and gestured for you to sit down. All throughout the conversation you couldn't help but stare into her beautiful ice-blue eyes.

Larissa was impressed by your qualification. You had never taught at a school before, but she looked over that. You seemed incredibly kind, patient and gentle. Perfect qualities for a teacher. You had studied botanic and science and seemed passionate about the topic. You were the perfect fit for the school.

"I'll just have one more question. Even though I am very sure already that you will be our new botanical teacher." You smiled excitedly. The school seemed wonderful, and you had just heard positive things. Working here would be a dream come true. You nodded as to show her that she could ask.

"You are and outcast as well, right? Could I ask what sort of outcast you are?" You gently smiled at her.

"I'm a psychic with telekinetic powers." To show her you lifted her cup, let it flow in the air for a few seconds and carefully let it down again. Principle Weems followed the cup and then looked at you smiling impressed. These kinds of powers would always be an impressing mystery to her.

"Well, that will be no problem. You have the job, Ms. (Y/l/n). If you want, I can show you your room, and then you could move in the next few days?" You thankfully nodded and followed her out of her office through a few corridors until you stood in front of a door. On the way there you couldn't help yourself, your eyes wandered up and down her elegant form a few times before you caught yourself and a voice in your head scolded you.

She opened the door and let you in. The room was perfect. It had a big window, so it was very bright and full of sunlight. Right next to the window was a little door that led onto a small balcony. There would be enough space for all of your books and a wide area for grading papers and preparing classes.

"It's wonderful. Thank you, Principle Weems." You gladly smiled at her before you turned to look at the room one more time.

"Oh, please call me Larissa." Larissa. You liked that. It was a pretty name for a pretty woman.

"It suits you, Larissa. But please call me (Y/n) then." She nodded to let you know that she would.

After having said goodbye to Larissa you went to your car and left for home. You still had to pack some things. Larissa constantly on your mind.

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A few days later you had fully moved in and found your way around the school as far as it was necessary for you to attend the classes. You knew where the greenhouse was, where the teachers room, the Principle's office and your room was. That needed to be enough for the start. Surely you would find your way around better when the school year started.

And you did. Once all the students were there you needed to walk through the school much more and after a few weeks you were sure that you knew every room and every corridor possible.

The work with the kids made you happier than ever, and you just knew that becoming a teacher was the best decision you made. With time, you realised that you were having an unquestionable crush on Larissa.

She was so very kind to you at the beginning of the year. She showed you around and always came up to you to ask how you were settling in. She was truly interested in her staff's wellbeing.

In conferences, you often had problems concentrating. For some weird reason you were being placed directly next to Larissa in every meeting. Her sheer presence and the warmth of her body made you nervous. The slight touches of your arms and the smiles she gave you whenever you looked at her made your thoughts wander to places that were not appropriate for a teachers conference. Whenever she talked you simply stared at her lips following every word she said like all depended on it. The view of her towering over you or a student that had broken a rule and needed to be punished made your knees weak and warmth spread between your legs.

So after a few weeks of silently observing her you decided to ask her out on a date. Asking couldn't hurt, right? Oh, how wrong you were.

It did hurt. A lot.

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It was a Saturday and you obviously didn't have any classes. So you got in the car and drove down to Jericho to buy some of your favourite flowers. You hoped Larissa would like them too, but mainly they were just for good luck.

A small bouquet of Lilac flowers in the nicest shade of purple in you hand you approached Larissa's office door and gently knocked.

You stepped in and walked towards her desk. She lifted her head and smiled gratefully for a break in-between work. You read the smile as a good omen.

"I have brought you flowers, I hope you like them. They're my favourites." You nervously gave her the flowers which she took with a bright smile on her face. She took in the wonderful scent they had before looking at you again.

"They are wonderful. They aren't my favourites, but they certainly have a similar name." Before she could go on you cut her off.

"Lilies." She nodded smiling. You would definitely remember that for the future.

"I did also want to ask you something. Would you, maybe, I mean this could be a really stupid idea, but I thought... Maybe you'd like to go out on a date with me?" You looked at Larissa with hope in your eyes but as you saw her smile fade it was clear she would reject you.

It broke Larissa's heart to see the hope in your eyes and to know that she would have to reject you. She really wanted to say yes, but how could she be an example for the staff if she broke her own rules? No, she couldn't say yes.

She stood up and approached you standing right in front of you she put her hand on your shoulder. With an apologetic smile she answered.

"I'm flattered, really. But I'm afraid I have to say no. My apologies." You tried to smile really hard, but you could feel that your eyes began to water.

"No worries, I'll survive. Hope you like the flowers though." Before she could say anything else you fled the room. It was all too much, the rejection and the kind look in her eyes together with the hand on your shoulder. You just couldn't take it. The instance you stepped into your room, the tears were unstoppable.

And this was the only time you allowed yourself to cry. To really, fully cry. You knew it was stupid, she was your boss. Of course, she would say no, what did you expect?

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The next days hurt, but you were used to pretending. You had done it way too much growing up, so you just put up a happy facade whenever you left your room. You were kind and patient as always, joked with your co-workers and students as always and as always your students could count on you holding interesting and funny classes. No one suspected a thing. Except for Larissa.

Whenever she came near you, you would get nervous and forget your thoughts. You would avoid her and in the meetings and conferences, you still sat next to her, but you weren't glued to her lips anymore, and you tried to not touch her arms anymore. She did notice all of that.

Because what you didn't know was that she liked you. At least as much as you liked her. And it killed her every day. She wanted to overthrow her rule so badly, but she was also a stubborn woman. For multiple years she insisted on this stupid rule, she could just give in now for a stupid crush.

Is that what it was? A stupid crush? She quickly came to realise that it was much more than that.

She missed the glances and touches in conference, she missed the jokes you threw at her while walking past her. She missed you.

The straw that broke the camel's back was you turning up on her doorstep one night after a night out with some friends. Drunk.

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You had taken some friends out to distract yourself a bit, and you may have had one too much. In other words you were totally wasted.

So after having stumbled up the stairs without breaking a bone, you should have really gotten a price for that, you found yourself walking straight to Larissa's room. Assuming that she was already asleep you knocked rather loudly.

Thinking someone had died, or a student had broken uncountable rules Larissa, still awake, rushed to the door and threw it open. She had rushed to the door so fast, she didn't even put on a coat over her night gown.

Surprised at the spend in which the door had been opened you just stared at her for a second. You didn't have your thoughts straight yet. As straight as they could get anyway.

But the view wasn't too bad, so you didn't complain. Her night gown was just as elegant as the rest of her and her usual clothes. It was sage green and made out if the thinnest satin you had ever seen. You could definitely see more than you were supposed to. As Larissa also understood that she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"(Y/n), how can I help you?" Your eyes flickered back up to her face, also a nice view.

"Well, firstly you're hot. You know that? Very hot, wouldn't mind you wearing that gown more often." You winked at her in a way that would have normally made you throw up out of disgust but, as mentioned, you were absolutely wasted. You really shouldn't do that again.

"But I actually wanted to tell you that, I really tried being happy and like getting over you, you know? But I don't think that works, ..., I always think about you, even right now. Funny, huh?" You were talking absolute nonsense. It was like all your normal eloquence had left you. Larissa carefully listened with a poker face to die for. Even though in her inside it looked way different. Her heart was beating faster than healthy, that was clear, and your compliments had made her blush just in the slightest.

"So to get to the point. I think I might never be happy again, without you, you know? Yeah, that was all, I think." With that you just turned around and left, leaving a very confused Larissa alone in the dark corridor.

Sleep was the last thing Larissa thought about that night. While you had fallen asleep the second your head hit the pillow, she lay awake the whole night. Contemplating a lot of decisions she had made in the past.

In the morning as her alarm set off, and she was still awake, she was determined to change some things, so she quickly got dressed and rushed out of her room.

It was a Sunday and at that time in the morning every student was fast asleep. So she didn't meet anyone and in less than a minute she stood in front of you room and knocked. Nothing. She knocked again. Again nothing. Maybe you were also still asleep?

But she saw light inside the room, the curtains had to be opened. You were awake.

She opened the door and stepped inside. You weren't there. Not in bed. Not at your desk. But as her eyes roamed the room they fell on a figure standing on the balcony. She closed the door and quietly walked to you.

Without saying a word she leaned on the railing of the balcony and looked into the sky. She wanted to wait if you would start to talk.

"I do remember what happened last night, just if you were wondering. And I won't take one thing I said back." You didn't look at her. You couldn't, afraid it would just hurt you more.

"I can't keep doing this." Now you had to look at her. And what you saw was different from what you had expected. She looked ... sad?

"What?"

"Dance around each other, pretend I am not madly in love with you. What you said yesterday it- I feel the same, even though I have never felt like this with anyone before. And it scared me, but I learned to accept it. I feel like I need you to function. I'm lost without you, like a part of me is missing." She looked at you too now.

"When I rejected you, that wasn't because I didn't like you. I already liked you at that point. But a few years ago I made a rule that no one was allowed to date their co-workers, because we had some problems with that. I didn't want to overthrow my own rule and set a bad example. But I can't live like this, it'll break me sooner or later." You didn't let her say anything else. You hastily grabbed the collar of her coat and pulled her down. The kiss was far from perfect, it was sloppy, fast and harsh. But neither of you cared.

As you pulled away Larissa put her forehead against yours and breathed heavily.

You just had to laugh, you were too happy. Larissa started laughing as well, and you threw your arms around her neck pulling her into a hug.

Everything was good now, aside from the massive hangover you still had maybe.

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.

“darling” 🥺

Ok, so Larissa is dating a teacher at Nevermore. the reader is a shapeshifter as well, but can only do animals, not humans. After a stressful day, the reader loves to just turn into an animal and relax. Her favorite animal is a raccoon, so that's what she shifts into the most. One night, while waiting for Larissa, she shifts into a raccoon and takes a little nap. A new teacher finds the reader and freaks out. So the reader runs out and finds Larissa with the new teacher on her tail. Larissa is desperately trying not to laugh as the new teacher explains.

Raccoon

Pairing: Larissa Weems x teacher!Reader

Word Count: 497

Warning: none

A/n: So this is rather short, but I really liked this as it's extremely cute and just a funny, little one-shot!! @lord6-6fandom hope you like it <3

The day had been exhausting. The students had really walked on thin ice and your desk was overflowing from all the paperwork and exams you still had to correct.

So when you went to Larissa's office and didn't see her anywhere, you decided to lay down a bit until she'd come back. You were a shapeshifter, like Larissa, but unlike Larissa you shape-shifted into animals. Larissa always loved it when you turned into a cat, as it was her favourite animal. Your favourite one was a raccoon. A little random, yes. But it was really fluffy and just looked so cute. Curling up was just the most comfortable thing, because you were your own pillow and blanket.

So you shifted into a raccoon and laid down on the armchair in front of Larissa's desk. Fast falling asleep and relaxing a bit.

Not much later you were awoken, but to your surprise not by Larissa but by the new colleague. She had been here for a week and didn't know about your ability yet. So you couldn't blame her, when she looked at you terrified and let out a shocked scream.

Before she could do anything stupid, you jumped of the chair and ran through her legs out of the door. Yes, you could have just shifted back and calm the poor woman. But where would the fun in that be?

You could hear her following behind you, but you were faster. The little paws tapping hastily on the floor, you ran around the corners without slowing. Rounding the next corner you laid eyes on Larissa. She, of course, knew that it was you, so she smiled wide, ready to pick you up. But just before she could do that she saw the new teacher run around the corner, completely out of breath.

"Principle Weems, be careful. It's-" She stopped to breath but wildly gestured towards you. You on the other hand started slowly walking behind Larissa, looking at the chaos from between her legs.

Larissa really needed all of her discipline to not burst out laughing right on the spot. But as she felt you grow behind her and felt an arm, your human arm, around her waist, she just couldn't hold it anymore. The startled face of the new teacher was just too much.

She opened her mouth and closed it again, multiple times. Absolutely overwhelmed by the situation.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. (Y/l/n). I didn't know, I-" you grinned, highly amused by the situation.

"Oh, Shush! It's quite alright, I'm glad you would protect my Love so fiercely." The teacher, who also didn't know that you and Larissa were a couple, was now completely speechless. You felt that today, trying speaking to her would be wasted time. You took Larissa's hand and, walking past your new colleague and patting her shoulder, you left. Both still very amused by the previous events.

Just as you felt you were far enough away, you both burst out laughing.

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.