I Have A Request For Brienne Of Tarth! It Doesnt Have To Be Exactly Like This Or Anything, You Can Change

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

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

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

Thief

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 614

Warning: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

hey

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

Darling?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 956

Warning: homophobia, panic attack

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

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

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

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

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

You needed to find Larissa. Fast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hi hi

i would like to request a brienne x reader before the battle of winterfell (the long night) and reader and brienne have been dancing around each other for some time now, both are deeply in love with each other, so with the upcoming battle they realise that this is their last chance so when reader goes confronting brienne, brienne is already on her way to reader und they run into each other and brienne just kisses reader and takes them to her room and they make love to each other

thank uuu

The last Night

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 782

Warning: NSFW, 18+, scissoring, nipple play

A/n: hope you like how it turned out!! Part 2

Scared. That was the only word describing what you felt right now. You knew Brienne would need to go out and fight, and you were scared that she would never come back. You loved her, it took you some time to realise that, but now it was undeniable. And you haven't even told her.

You were quite sure she loved you too. Or at least she liked you very much. For the past weeks you had been dancing around each other, flirting but never really committing to it.

So you decided that you couldn't let her leave without telling her what you felt. Hastily you left your room, practically running to Brienne's room but halfway you saw her coming up the stairs you were just about to go down.

She stormed up the last few stairs that kept her apart from you. Lips crashing onto yours, the kiss was sloppy and rushed. She picked you up with ease, and you threw your arms around her neck, not stopping the kisses. Carefully she carried you to your room and let you down on the bed.

She leaned over you kissing you again, this time gentle, passionate. You grabbed her shoulders and switched positions. She was laying at the edge of the bed now. You looked deep into her blue eyes.

"Brienne, I think I love you." She hungrily pulled you down for another kiss holding you steady with strong hands on your hips.

After breaking apart, you gently pushed up her shirt a little uncovering her hips and slowly also her chest. She helped you in taking the shirt off completely.

You laid your hands on top her hips, caressing them carefully while taking your time and kissing every inch of her soft skin. You wanted to make love to her, not fuck her. You wanted to show her how perfect she was and how much you loved every little part about her.

You did elicit a few deep moans from her while caring for her breasts. You gently sucked at her nipples and planted kisses around them while licking over them once in a while.

You started to get extremely hot, so you took your shirt off as well. Laughing a little as you saw Brienne staring with hungry eyes.

I didn't take long until both your trousers were gone too. You wanted to pleasure her, but you wanted to share the intimate moment and have you both scream in pleasure at the same time.

So you spread her legs gently and slightly turned to the side you carefully lowered yourself, as to make your centre meet hers.

You could feel the warmth spread from her cunt connecting with yours. The sheer touch made you moan out in desire.

You slowly started moving your hips in circles. Feeling your clit rub against hers. She still had her hands on your waist, which you were extremely thankful for. Without it, you would have probably lost balance. It felt like you didn't have control over your body anymore.

After a while your pace quickened and even Brienne's strong hands weren't enough, you slightly fell forward. Gently leaning on her breast with one hand, pinching and stroking her nipple.

"Oh gods, (Y/n). Please move faster." You couldn't deny her that wish, as it was also your wish. You needed release. So your hips started moving faster, nearly thrusting against Brienne's body.

"Oh, Brienne- please, I'm coming" with that and Brienne's strong, deep groans in your ears you came screaming her name.

Not late after you, Brienne also tumbled over the edge.

"(Y/n), don't stop. I- ahh, I'm close" With those words on her lips she came groaning and screaming.

Your hips moved slower and slower until you fully climbed off her. Leaning down to kiss her, you felt a hand caressing your clit and gently run through your folds. Your legs twitched at the feeling, still extremely sensitive. But Brienne didn't let that disturb her. While you were still kissing her, moaning into her mouth, her fingers quickened and fast rubbed over your clit. You broke the kiss and hid your face in the sheets right beside her face.

Screaming in the pillow as she quickened her movements again you grabbed her other hand and clung to it. It didn't take a lot more until she made you come for the second time.

"Ahh, pleaseplease Brienne, faster. Yeah, I'll- Ahh" with that she stopped her movement and embraced you, giving you time you get of the high.

Gently she stroked your back and whispered something on your ear.

"I love you too." With that you fell asleep and as you awoke again, Brienne was gone.

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

That’s me now

Dance Floor

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 706

Warning: alcohol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

request for larissa x fem!reader: they’re in a committed relationship, but get into a fight and are both so stubborn that they don’t talk to each other for a few weeks. then they make up? :)

Stubbornness

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 638

Warning: none I think

A/n: cute, little one shot; hope you like it! <3

"Because you always say you'll change but never act on it! And I'm sick of it."

"Do you even understand that I'm the Principle? I'm not just a teacher, I have much more responsibility and work. This isn't so easy."

"Oh, right. I don't have anything to do. I just sit here all day waiting for you. No, I have a fucking lot to do, but I make time for you, because I care! And this is not the relationship I signed up for." With that you stormed out of her office.

You had both said stupid things, you knew that. There were always two involved in a fight, but there was also always a truth to every fight. And even though you regretted a few comments, you initial point still stood. You wouldn't take it back, and you would definitely don't apologise.

Hardly did you know that Larissa thought the exact same thing. And because you were both extremely stubborn, you held your word.

Literally you did. Two weeks had passed without talking to each other, and slowly you were getting anxious. Anxious that this had ruined your relationship. That maybe your stubbornness was driving your happiness down a cliff right now.

It was like torture seeing Larissa across the room, in the corridor or in conferences. Whenever you caught each other looking at one another, you were fast to look away, pretending you were extremely interested in the trash can next to you. While your heart broke more and more every time.

There were a few moments where you had nearly caved in, but something always got in the way. Someone wanted to talk to you or to her, she left, Wednesday had broken yet another rule, or you just couldn't find Larissa.

But after yet another week of not talking to each other, you decided that stubbornness was really misguided right now. You went on your way, determined that this time nothing would get in-between. To your surprise you ran into Larissa on your way to her.

"I'm sorry." You both said it at the same time, giggling at that. You pulled Larissa into a kiss. God, how you had missed feeling her lips on yours, to feel the warmth of her body, to smell her perfume.

"I think maybe we should talk." She nodded at that and took you back to her office. You sat down on the armchair in front of the fire. Larissa pulled hers closer to you, turned to look at you.

"The things I said, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry, (Y/n). I know that you have a lot of work as well. My mind was just so absolutely caught up in the whole Wednesday-Situation."

"All is forgiven. Even though I still stand with my initial point. You work too much. I don't just mean too much in: we don't spend enough time together, but also in: you're overworking yourself. Essentially I'm just scared for you. You drown in work, and I feel like you can never relax." You grabbed her hand and rubbed circles on the back of her hand. She shot you an apologetic look.

"I know, but I've thought about that and I have come to the conclusion that I'll need an assistant. I want more time with you. I want to feel like I can breathe again." You were happy to hear that, Larissa really needed some release from all the work and stress.

You leaned forward and cupped her face.

"I'm so happy about that, Larissa. And please promise me that something like this won't happen again. We are both too stubborn, I've missed you so much." Soft lips touched yours, and you felt butterflies erupt inside of you. She still made you feel like a crazy teenager after all this time, that you've been together.