Hey

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.

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Hey, can you write a fanfiction about medicine overdose or something Like this and Larisa (partner) will find us?

Promise me

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 628

Warning: overdose, suicide attempt, depression, mental health problems, angst

A/n: This was a lot of Angst! I don't have any real experience with this matter, so I hope I got it right. Pls if you ever feel like this, search help!!

You had never been really healthy, you supposed the depression had been there since you were little. Because to be honest you couldn't remember not feeling like this.

As you met Larissa and fell in love it had gotten better and therapy had also helped. But for quite some time now you felt empty again. Therapy was just an obligatory thing that you did to please the rest. You didn't feel it helped anymore.

Larissa could feel that you were getting worse again, you knew that. But that just made you feel even worse. She did so much for you, she wanted to help you so bad, but you just felt like a burden. She would have a much easier life without you. Honestly you were just doing her a favour.

Maybe if you died, she could fall in love. With someone less broken, less tiring. She could be happy and carefree.

Those thoughts, those believes were exactly what had brought you here. In front of the bathroom mirror, looking at your own reflection in front of you, not really recognising yourself, pills in hand.

You didn't know how many you needed to actually die. You had never done this before, funny right? There's a first time for everything, and a last.

You had just taken the whole package, reckoning that would be enough.

Now, standing here you actually overthought what you were about to do. Because, let's be real; no one actually wants to die, do they?

They just can't take the pain, the numbness anymore. And they don't want to burden their loved ones. So, you took the pills, with Larissa in mind. You did this for her. You had taken pills all your life, so it wasn't hard. They went down like nothing.

Just after the pills were down someone opened the door. That someone was Larissa. She shouldn't be home yet, this is wrong. She shouldn't see you die.

"(Y/n), I-" her eyes flickered down to the empty package of pills and up to you. Panic filled her eyes. She stumbled forward grabbing your hands, checking if the pills might still be in there. They weren't.

"(Y/n), what have you done? Please don't tell me you took them? Please, no (Y/n). Don't do this to me." In seconds her voice changed from panic to sheer hysteria. You had never heard anything like it in her voice. She grabbed your face and forced you took look at her. What you saw shocked you. It was absolute panic and tears. A lot of them.

This was not what you had wanted, you wanted to make her happy. To release her from the burden that was you. You loved her and in that moment you decided that you would bite through and fight for her.

You fell down on your knees, crawling towards the toilet. Sticking your finger down your throat you threw up. So long that it felt like there couldn't even be any organs left inside of you.

You flushed the toilet and completely exhausted you caved in, held by strong arms. Though she was still crying her heart out, she held you and wiped sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

"Please, (Y/n). Never do that again, I could've lost you." Her voice came out thin, nearly unrecognisable from her usual strong voice.

"What ever is going on, we can get through it together. I promise, I'll always be by your side. Just promise me, to never try that again." You looked up at her, tired and exhausted, but you managed to nod.

"I promise." She let out a sob and pulled you even closer. You had no idea for how long you sat there on the floor just being held by her.

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.

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