April Fools (Sex Pollen) ~Principal Larissa Weems X Fem Teacher!reader

April Fools (Sex Pollen) ~Principal Larissa Weems x Fem teacher!reader

The Sex Pollen troupe is always so fun, and I hadn’t seen it with Larissa Weems yet so here ya go…

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, eating out aka oral sex, overstimulation, desperation, sex pollen, etc.

1.5 words

Enjoy (;

It was April 1st and you had just finished your last divination class of the day. On Fridays, you only had morning classes, so you were free for the rest of the afternoon and day.

You considered yourself extra lucky today, because you hadn’t been the target of any April Fools Pranks and were hoping to keep that streak for the rest of the day. You decided that with your afternoon, you’d go down to the weathervane for a relaxing and warm drink. You closed up your classroom and made your way through the school.

As you were about to go down your final flight of stairs, you noticed Principal Weems tugging on her door in frustration.

“You alright there Larissa?” You called to her. Most of the staff were on good, first name terms and were friendly to each other. You immediately clicked with Larissa, the first day you met her.

Larissa looked back to find you with a look of puzzlement and concern on your face. “Ah no…” she began, slightly out of breath, “It appears my door won’t open…” She chuckled, “It’s probably some student’s April Fools Prank on me.”

“Here, let me see…” you offered, even though Larissa was probably twice as strong as you. You tugged on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“Maybe if we try together?” You suggested, thinking how you could get this stuck door opened.

“Sure.” Larissa said. Now, you both tugged really hard on the handle and boom! the door swung open with a yellow-greenish explosion.

Larissa went straight through the foggy yellow mist and into her office, as you still stumbled backwards from the explosion.

“Wait Larissa!” You tried to stop her, but she had already gone into her office. You quickly got up and realized that the cloud from the explosion was gone. You entered the office, instinctively closing the door behind you.

The office was absolutely fine. No pranks.

“What was that?” You asked Larissa, who was still inspecting her office for possible pranks.

“I assume a students work. They must have created a trigger system for when the door opened that a bag of yellow smoke was to explode.” Larissa answered.

Content with her sweep of the room, Larissa sat down at her desk with a sigh.

You sighed as well, “Kids, I guess…”.

“Yes…” Larissa chuckled in response.

“Hey, I was gonna go down to the weathervane for a coffee if you want to join? Maybe you’ll escape any future pranks for the day” you asked her.

But you didn’t get a response from Larissa. You looked to her confused, and found her up from her chair with her hands on her desk as she was deep breathing.

You immediately became concerned, “Hey, are you oh… ohhh…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, as a warm flash hit you.

You grabbed the nearest chair for support. It was like a fire raging through your veins. Your heart race picked up causing a sharp turn to breathlessness.

“Oh God.” You winced, as the pain built, your clothes beginning to feel as if they were burning your skin.

“Fuck…” Larissa mumbled.

You looked up to her and found that she looked like to be in the same excruciating state of being.

Except she was definitely handling it way better than you were.

Now, you found that you couldn’t keep your eyes of her. What was happening?!

The thoughts of which you kept for your own private time began to invade your mind in vivid imagery. Images of you and Larissa. Images of you and Larissa doing extremely innapropriate acts for a boss and their employee

But your mind couldn’t help it. You knew you were attracted to her. Because damn was she a thing of beauty.

But you would never act on it, as that would be highly innapropriate.

Your dangerous game of thoughts were interrupted by an elicited grunt from Larissa. You then realized you had been staring at her.

She was also getting worse.

Her knuckles had turned white gripping the desk, like yours on the chair. You wanted those hands all over you.

Her breathing was erratic. You wanted those lips all over, marking you.

You could see her legs slightly trembling, nothing compared to your wobbly, already given out weak knees but still you wanted those legs crushing your head as you made that woman scream in ecstasy.

You wanted her so badly.

No, You needed her so badly.

Finally, Larissa looked up to meet your eyes.

Her eyes were glossy, filled with pain and desperation.

And that’s what did it. That’s what made you lose it.

Fuck…

You crashed into her desperately, your needy lips meeting hers.

This was wrong. It was a mistake. But you didn’t care anymore.

And you knew Larissa was thinking the same exact thing. At first, she hesitated to sink into your kiss and embrace, but it wasn’t long before she couldn’t hold on any longer and her mouth was fully on yours and her hands were desperately grabbing your hair, waist, face, just anything she could do to hold on to you, to quench her starved self and touch you.

You sloppily kissed her, eventually penetrating her mouth with your tongue, eliciting a moan from Larissa. You moaned in response as you both tongue fucked in the worlds most desperate and sloppy kiss.

Needing more, you pushed Larissa into her chair and straddled her.

She instinctively bucked her hips up to yours, and you began grinding down on her. Along with a heavenly string of moans, Larissa responded by kissing and marking your neck and shoulder. You moaned in response.

“I need more, please more…” Larissa whimpered through her moans of your grinding acts.

You looked into her lustful, fiery eyes and kissed her. Then, you unstraddled yourself from her, eliciting a whimper from Larissa’s lips.

You knelt right by her legs and began to roll up her dress. When Larissa realized what you were doing, she moaned and encouraged you with strings of begging off her tongue.

Eventually, you got her legs fully open and accessible. And in that moment, nothing looked more perfect and beautiful than the woman above you begging to to eat her fucking, wet cunt out.

You couldn’t help but oblige. You delved into her heat, lapping her up desperately. Larissa’s moans got louder and her voice more and more breathless.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum” Larissa mewled. You responded by attacking her cunt faster and harder. As she reached her climax, screaming in pleasure, legs crushing your head, hands in your hair, you lapped up all her juices greedily.

You helped her steady her breathing and gracefully come down from her orgasm.

You looked up to Larissa in desperation and whimpered. Larissa was quick to act and picked you up from the ground, kissing you hardly, making you the one moaning needily.

“Your turn…” Larissa whispered lustfully. She placed you on top of her desk and scrunched your skirt up as high possible.

Your hips bucked in anticipation and need, as she opened your legs. Larissa licked her lips at the sight of your dripping wet cunt. She spent no second waisted and immediately started exploring and tonguing your folds. A flood of delicious moans rolled off your tongue, as Larissa ate you out ferociously.

“Fuck please, Larissa…” you whimpered, “So good… ‘m gonn’ cum” you slurred out.

“Cum love, cum for me” Larissa begged as she added her finger to your clit.

You howled her name in pleasure as her tongue and fingers brought you over the edge. You’d never had had an orgasm before like that. It left you truly breathless. It left your legs harshly trembling.

You both slowly put yourselves together. Lastly, Larissa have you one more kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

Just as you parted, there was knock on the door. You gasped and quickly made your way back to the other side of the desk as if nothing had happened.

“Come in.” Larissa stated, as she sat down to pretend like she was doing something.

Marilynn Thornhill entered the room. “So sorry to interrupt Principal Weems, but it seems that’s someone has taken my Floraeamoreardere plant.

“You’re what?” You questioned, interjecting yourself.

She sighed, “It’s more commonly called the sex pollen plant. Its pollen is a highly potent, yellow dust which spikes the intakers sex drives up by like 1000%. I don’t know the exact math, but the point is that a student should not have something that powerful.”

You looked by to Larissa in shock, to see her face expressing the same thing:

Oh Fuck… That’s what had happened…

Marilynn continued, “I mean imagine what could happen if that was used on someone at the school!”

You bit your lip, trying to cover your smirk.

Oh you knew…

You both knew very well…

heyo!! if someone’s asking for larissa requests, im more than happy to deliver 😁 can i request one where reader works at weathervane and would constantly flirt with larissa? larissa, thinking it’s reader’s way of messing with her like most normies do, usually just tries to ignore it even though she does secretly find it amusing. then one day they meet when it’s reader’s they off and reader’s jogging and reader tells larissa that they actually do like her and would actually like to take her out. thank you.

Vanilla Latte

Pairing: Larissa Weems x normie!Reader

Word Count: 970

Warning: talking about previous bullying?

A/n: I really love the idea and writing this!! Hope I did it justice!

It hadn't been a very busy day when you had seen her for the first time. All day you had two customers, and slowly you were growing a little annoyed that you had to work. No one would have cared if you had just closed the café.

So as you heard the door open you were actually kind of happy, that you had something to do. And as your eyes fell onto the woman in front of you all was forgotten. That day was a success after all.

She was incredibly tall, elegant, had red lips and fitting red nails. Her eyes were a mesmerising side of icy blue and for a second you forgot how to talk. But it felt like someone distantly said something. And her lips had moved, you were sure of that.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"A vanilla latte with extra cream, please." She repeated her order and smiled politely. But the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Can I get a name for that order?" You looked at her, pen in hand.

"Larissa" A beautiful name, you liked it.

You did try forming a smile, but it probably came our all wobbly and nervous. Of course Larissa had seen you stare, she just thought it was because she's an outcast, and you're a Normie. She was used to it.

"Just a second. You can sit down if you want." She nodded and left to sit down in one of the nearer booth.

As you had finished her order and looked up to call out her name, you had an idea. The earlier smile didn't reach her eyes, but maybe you could give her a smile that would.

With extra love, for the most lovely woman.

You called our her name and as she approached, you turned the cup around, so the writing would face her. Grabbing the coffee, Larissa read what you had written and smiled. That smile did reach her eyes, even though it fell as fast as it came. Still not too bad for the first try.

From that day on, you had taken on the challenge of making her smile. She came in every few days, without routine. But always ordering the same drink. With time, you started preparing it, the second she opened the door.

And you never stopped writing things on the cup or saying something nice when handing her the drink.

"Looking extra beautiful today, Larissa."

For my favourite customer.

And you were successful, every time. She smiled at everything you did, even though she didn't react in any other way. She didn't talk a lot with you, didn't flirt back, rarely said a nearly inaudible, thank you. You thought it was a bit odd but didn't stop, the pretty smile was worth it.

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Of course you were delighted as you saw Larissa across the street on your day off. You had decided to take a quick jog through Jericho as the weather was exceptionally wonderful for a November Day.

You looked left and right before crossing the street and coming to a halt next to Larissa.

"Hey, Larissa. Nice to see you." She looked at you and stopped walking. A shy smile formed on her lips.

"Oh, hello. Isn't that a little cold?" She gestured to your rather thin choice of clothing.

"No, I was jogging. So it's more than enough." She nodded understanding. Neither of you really knew what to say next and Larissa just wanted to say goodbye and turn to leave as some courage shot through you. You grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"I- Would you maybe like to go out with me? Like a date." You looked up at her and saw a shocked face, your heart dropped. Of course not.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I saw that you never acted on my flirting and compliment. I should have known better." You wanted to leave, and it was her turn to stop you.

"Wait, I-. You really like me?" You were confused. Wasn't that clear?

"Of course, I do. I thought the weeks of flirting and the messages on the cups made that obvious." You laughed a little, was she so oblivious?

"Yeah, no, I got that. Of course, but I just thought that, because I'm an outcast you'd just mock me." Mocking? That was definitely the last thing you wanted. All your life people had mocked you, and you knew how much that hurt, you always just wanted to make people happy and feel better.

"You're a what?"

"An outcast. I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. Surely you have heard about it?" You had. But you thought it was rather amazing.

"Yes, but I thought it was a school for people with powers of some sort? Like Vampires and Shapeshifters? No?"

"Yes, that's right. But usually people call us outcasts, because we are different, and they don't like that. They're scared of us and mock us." That was horrible. You had never understood why people were always scared of everything they didn't know.

"Well, I don't. I think it's amazing. And I really like you and I want to go on a date with you. Even if you're a werewolf or something like that." Now Larissa laughed. You thought you had seen her eyes smile all these times in the Weathervane, but you had been wrong. This was completely different. Her eyes practically shone, and you felt like the sun had come out. Smiling you just stared at her, utterly in awe.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at you.

"Nothing, you're just really pretty." Just when you thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she blushed and shyly chuckled.

"So would you go on a date with me?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do." And that's how it started.

Can I request a Brienne x reader where the reader is badly hurt and Brienne helps her?

My Protector

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1055

Warning: blood, mentions of throwing up

A/n: Hope you like it!<3

You groaned in pain. This was most definitely not how you had wanted your day to go. Looking down at your arm all you could see was blood. And it didn't seem to stop coming. Your shirt was soaked and the grass beneath you discoloured more and more, while you felt your mind slip away.

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Brienne, Podrick and you had been happily walking through the woods, searching for a place to camp and sleep tonight, when you had been attacked.

Brienne was quick with her sword and immediately reacted, Podrick not so fast hut still skilled had protected you until your horse had decided it didn't quite like what was happening. Your hand was still caught in the reins as it started running away. So, if you wanted or not, you had to follow.

A few metres away from the chaos, you were able to calm the poor thing and tied it to the tree. You just wanted to turn around and look for Brienne and Podrick as you felt a painful sting in your arm. Looking down at it, you saw a hand pulling out a dagger. Your eyes slowly wandered up, meeting wild eyes of a man, probably ready to stab again.

This is how I'll die, you thought. But to your surprise you didn't die. The man's eyes widened, and he fell down, showing Podrick behind him, sword in hand.

He saw your arm and just wanted to say something, but he recognised the look you gave him and fast turned around to keep fighting.

You leaned on the tree and slowly felt yourself slide down. An alarmed face from Podrick, made you look at your arm again. Blood, that was all you saw.

"Brienne!" Podrick called out. The wound probably wasn't even too bad, but you couldn't see blood. So you felt your stomach turn and closed your eyes, concentrating very hard not to thrown up.

"(Y/n)." Brienne's strong voice right next to you made your eyes slowly open. She looked absolutely panicked.

"It's okay, Brienne. I'm awake, I'm just trying very hard not to throw up." Brienne's shoulders sagged down a little in relief. She gently opened your blouse and pulled it off your shoulder, so far down that she exposed the wound.

"You're loosing a lot of blood, but I don't think the wound is very deep. You're lucky." You chuckled, this didn't feel lucky. But you understood, what she meant.

Looking over Brienne's shoulder you saw Podrick leaned against a tree, gasping for air. The men were probably all killed.

Brienne grabbed some water and tore some linen of off one of her shirts, that she had just grabbed from the bag.

"This'll probably hurt a little, but I need to wash and bandage the wound." She looked in your eyes and you nodded slowly. As she poured the water over the wound and carefully put the linen around your arm you hissed. It did hurt. But you couldn't change it. You just clenched your teeth and leaned your head against Brienne's shoulder, closing your eyes, waiting for it to end. As it did, you felt Brienne pull you into a fast hug.

She wasn't one for physical touch but in that moment she felt a wave of guilt wash over her, and she just needed to feel you close, as to convince herself that you were indeed still alive and here with her. She would never admit it, but she felt responsible for you and Pod, and you meant something to her. You were probably the closest thing she had to a family.

"Can you stand up?" You nodded and leaned on her to support yourself. With ease, she picked you up and sat you on top the horse.

"You'll take the horse. I'll guide it, we won't camp here. Come on, Podrick." Brienne untied the reins, and together you left the corpses.

You walked for another hour, or maybe it were two. You weren't exactly sure as you nodded off in-between. But in the end you had found a nice little clearing between some opaque trees and set up the camp.

It was a warm night, so as your arm hurt and sleep didn't come you decided to leave the tent and enjoy the warm, silent night. As you stepped out, you saw you weren't alone. Brienne also sat outside, nothing more than a shirt and linen pants on.

She looked at you with tired eyes.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" You joked while sitting down next to her. She stayed quiet, not daring to look at you.

Concerned you looked at her, gently laying your hand on her thigh. She wasn't the most talkative person, but she was never this quiet.

"Brienne, what's wrong?" Her answer was so quiet, you wouldn't have heard I'd, you didn't sit right beside her. Her voice was unrecognisable like this.

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? There is nothing to be sorry about." She angrily stood up and turned her back to you.

"Yes, there is. I should have protected you better." Only then did you realise she blamed herself for what had happened today. But that was ridiculous.

Slowly you stood up and approached her from behind, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Brienne, please turn around." To your surprise she did. Immediately, albeit slowly.

"What happened is not your fault. You protected me, you couldn't have done anything more." Her eyes were glossy, and a stray tear found its way down her cheek.

"Then I didn't protect you enough. You were hurt, because I wasn't fast enough, not good enough." With your healthy arm, you dried her tear and forced her to look at you. With a slightly angry expression you answered.

"This is ridiculous, Brienne. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be dead. It's just a slight wound. It'll heal, and the scare will forever remind me of the best time in my life. The first time in my life, in which I'm actually free and happy. So I forbid you to say such stupid things." You smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. After Brienne had calmed down, you two sat down watching the stars for a bit until you eventually dozed of. And that's how Podrick found you in the morning.

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.

hi!! You asked for requests so here I come 👀👀 How about a fluffy fic with Larissa x reader who is a short and shy professor?

Nervous Mess

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 831

Warning: none

A/n: Okay, so about this one. I do like it, that's not the problem but I am not quite sure if it's exactly what you wanted. It turned out rather flirty and less fluffy. Also I wasn't sure if Larissa and R should already be together or not. I decided for them not to be together pre fanfiction. If you want it different, that's no problem. Just send me a request and tell me so!! <3

You had always been very shy, an Introvert many would say. In addition to that you were very short and didn't take a lot for people to be taller than you. So next to Larissa, you literally looked like a garden gnome. Whenever she talked to you, you felt like your neck would snap, and she could so easily tower over you.

As imaginable being shy and short didn't mix very well with meeting someone who was very tall, smart and brisk and hot as hell. It just turned you into a nervous mess. Stumbling over your words even more than usual and making a fool out of yourself every time.

"(Y/n), could we talk for a second?" You nodded and turned to look at Larissa. Again she was towering over you, looking amazing and making you blush like an idiot.

"Could it be that you have a problem of sorts with me? It seems you don't talk very much around me, and you seem to always be quite nervous around me." Crap, your shyness had made the absolute wrong impression. You liked her, more than you probably should.

"I- No, I don't have a problem with you. I just… Yeah, you are the reason but..." she rolled her eyes, a little annoyed at your stammering.

"Oh, please. Get it over with. If you have a problem, that's okay. Maybe we can work it out." You shook your head at that and finally found your voice. Even if you could really look at her while speaking.

"No. I don't have a problem with you. I like you, a lot. Really, maybe even too much. It's just-... I've always been very shy, and obviously I'm quite short. But when you tower over me like, like you do right now and look so incredibly good while doing so. I just get flustered and nervous and I don't want to make a fool out of myself, but then I do just that." Larissa met out a deep laugh at that. Finally, you looked up to her, seeing relief but also mischief in her eyes.

"Do I make you nervous?" She was flirting, no doubt about that. And, it was working. She winked at you and ran a finger across your face, over your lips and just before turning around she breathed a quick kiss on your lips. Absolutely speechless you stood there for about another minute or two before you pulled yourself together and went on with your day.

From that on she took absolute advantage of the newly learned information. Your relationship was... Well, what was it? You weren't friends, but you also weren't a couple. She just flirted with you like crazy, kissed you all the time and was being the sweetest angel at the same time.

It wasn't uncommon for her to just come up from behind and hug you, laying her head on top of yours and gently placing a kiss on your hair.

On the other hand, it also happened often enough that she came up to you whenever you were close to a wall, gently pushed you against it and towered over you while steadying herself by leaning on the wall with one hand. With the other hand she took you face between her fingers to kiss you and let out a cheeky comment before leaving again. Of course making you putty in her hands and your knees wobbly.

The next time she did exactly that, you took all the courage you had in yourself (which wasn't a lot to be honest) and just asked her.

"Larissa, what are we?" She actually looked a little started at that, not having expected that you would ask something like that while she was trying to fluster you. Haha, ambushed out of the dark, you thought. Win for you.

She took a step back at that, her face kinder and all the flirtatious demeanour washed away for the moment.

"We can be whatever you want, darling." She was being sweet right now, why could she still make you knees pudding? With just one word.

"Well, I'd like us to be more. More than this. As much as I enjoy it, I want to go out on dates with you and I want to make you feel good and happy and pretty. I think I want to be your girlfriend?" Bold. You would have never thought that you would be the one to ask her something like that.

"If you'd like that, I can happily tell you that that's exactly what I would want too." Relief washed over your face. And just a second later you started grinning like an idiot.

But something must have been in your tea this morning to make you bolder. Because before you could rethink it you pulled her down into a kiss. And you saw her blushing. An actual blush grazed her cheeks. You really needed to do this more often. It just looked too pretty.

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.