Can I Please Request A Larissa Weems X Daughter

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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