I Want Need Her To Look At Me Like That.

I want need her to look at me like that.

I think I just forgot how breathing works

Could you please write a Larissa weems x reader angst/song fic inspired by brand new city by mitski?

R is a famous artist who leaves out of the blue and shows up at Nevermore as the new art teacher? Larissa is a fan of their work and is confused why they chose nevermore and learns they were a former student. R has struggled with their mental health and being in the public eye led to drug use but managed to stay clean for their longest period just before/whilst teaching. This comes crashing down when they are having a panic attack before one on one meeting with Larissa because they are head over heels and think that she couldn't possibly like someone like them back and they think that they are going to get fired because they have no confidence in their teaching so they find their old emergency stash in a jacket pocket and take it before the meeting? This leads to a very concerned Larissa as R are acting weird so she questions them about what's wrong and they spill everything about being into them and about their issues since they are very out of it? Larissa basically just takes care of them til they sober up and holds R as they cry about having ruined everything thinking they 100% have no chance now but in fact Larissa loves them and just wants them to be the healthiest version of themself and is sad they didn't come talk to them about their issues sooner?

What'd you take?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1953

Warning: mental health problems, drug addiction, relapse, panic attack

A/n: I really hope you like it, I tried to put some of the lyrics into the story. I hope I did alright! <3

Ever since you had been a little child, you had wanted to be a singer. You imagined it would free you from the poor life you had had. Your family never had a lot of money, and you wanted to be able to give them something back. But, turns out famous life isn't that great.

It had been great at the beginning, it felt like a haze. A haze of success and people all around, loving you and your music. But with time you got worse, the pressure that came with standing in the public eye, the massive hate that you received from some people. It overwhelmed you completely, you felt you weren't strong enough. But you had always loved what you were doing, so for quite some time you tried to find ways to withstand the pressure.

Slowly you fell into a serious drug addiction, and while you knew the shit you had brought yourself into, it's hard to stop if you're addicted. In the end your sister had been the one, who pulled you out of the whole you had fallen into. She helped you with quitting the pills and sobered you up.

You didn't plan on going back into show business, the fear of relapse was too great. So you took a little break and searched for a job. It was hard, wherever you applied, people recognised you and made a fuss. You just wanted to have some peace and get away from all the chaos. Your mother actually had the idea, that convinced you.

And that's how you found yourself in the office of Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy.

"Can I just ask, how did you become aware of Nevermore Academy? It's quite unusual for such famous people to apply at a school like ours." You had seen the question roam through her mind since the second you entered her office. As a singer you hadn't used your real name, so the postal apply hadn’t shown Principle Weems who you were. But your face certain had.

"Well, I have been a student her myself, over ten years ago. And I needed some distance from the whole show business. A school in the middle of the woods seems like the perfect match, doesn't it?" To your absolute delight, you got the job. And the day you moved in, was also the day that you had been sober for 200 days. Standing in your own little room in the Academy, proud was the word that came to your mind. You were so proud of you, you hadn't rotten in a whole of despair and addiction, no. You had built up a new life, a healthy life.

That new life was going great. Your students seemed to love you, even though they were a little taken aback the first time they entered the classroom, seeing you as their teacher. But it didn't take them long to recover from the initial shock. You realised you should have probably been a teacher all your life. Yes you loved singing, but this. This healed your heart, it was a passion you had never known to have.

The school and your work there brought you utmost peace and joy and with time you even felt yourself fall in love. While that as itself was wonderful and the most beautiful feeling, it brought a few problems with it. The first and most obvious one being, that you had fallen in love with Larissa. Your boss. Great, right?

At the beginning you hadn't even realised that you were in love with her. You had never been in love, so how do you differ between being in love with someone and just being happy to see them because they're your friend? No idea.

But with time it became obvious even to you. Ian, your favourite colleague had told you a long time before you had known it yourself.

"My god, (Y/n). Don't be so oblivious, you have the biggest crush on that woman." You stared at him in shock.

"What, no! I have not." Ian just grinned, he knew you would realise it yourself sooner or later. In your case it was later. It took you unbelievable long.

But one day you eventually did. You were in the library with Ian and Larissa came over to talk to you. It wasn't anything important, just some things about class. Right before she turned to leave, she looked you up and down and smirked.

"I really like the dress! It makes your pretty eyes pop out." And with that she left, not seeing you blush like crazy. You stared after her, and suddenly you turned to look at Ian.

"Oh god, I'm in love with her." Embarrassed you hid your face in your hands while Ian started laughing so much her had actual tears roll down his cheek. Everyone in the library looked at you, thankfully they hadn't heard your confession though. They just thought Ian was going crazy.

Well that was that.

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The thing with you in general was, that you were very unsure of yourself and extremely insecure in everything you did. You never felt like you were doing good or like you were enough. And that became quite the problem.

It had been a normal day, classes went quite well, and you had already finished some of your work as Larissa approached you. Face not kind and patient as usual, it looked rather displeased and cold.

"(Y/n), would you come to my office in an hour. We need to talk." You gulped and just nodded, immediately leaving for your room. The look on her face made you panic. All of your insecurities overthrowing your rational thinking.

What if she wants to fire me? I knew I was doing a shit job at teaching. I'm not made for this.

Now even the tiniest chance of her liking me is lost. She probably hates me, how could I have ever thought to have a chance with her. Why on earth would she like me?

You felt your mind getting filled with more and more fears and negative thoughts. Slowly but surely a panic attack was arising. You had been so proud of you new, healthy life, and you were more scared than ever to have that taken away from you.

Your breathing got unsteady, and your chest felt tight. It felt like your body was falling in pieces. Legs giving up underneath you, slowly sliding down the door. You held your trembling hand against your chest in hopes of being calmed by your heart beat, just to find your heart racing. It felt like your blood was passing you by. Still breathing ragged, you clung to the jacket that was hung over the chair next to you, and felt a little packet in it. You immediately knew what it was, and you very well knew how stupid this was. But rationality wasn't your biggest strength right now.

So you took the pills, probably the last ones you still had. It had been your emergency pack, even though for a while now you hadn't thought to ever need them again. Still leaning at your door, your breathing slowly flattened no you didn't feel like chocking anymore. The trembling of the hands decreased, and you could stand up again.

Calmed down now, you left your room and went to Larissa's office. You weren't even scared anymore, who cares if you'll get fired?

"Could I have some water?" Larissa found your behaviour to be extremely strange. Your pupils were extremely dilated, you complained about the heat on her office the whole time. It wasn't hot in her office, not at all.

"(Y/n), that's the third glass of water. You have been here for ten minutes."

"Well, apparently I'm quite thirsty. My, It's hot on here Larissa." That was it, this behaviour was absolutely unlike you.

"Darling, are you feeling alright. I'm a little worried about you?" You just looked at her, not really grasping what was happening.

"I just took a little. Really just a bit." That alarmed Larissa, and she immediately rounded her desk, sitting down next to you.

"What'd you take? Honey, look at me." You felt her take your hands and gently stroke over your pulse point. In hindsight, you weren't exactly sure what made you spill. Her gentleness, the worry in her eyes or your absolute despair.

"I'm so sorry. I've taken the pills. I know I shouldn't have, I- I- If you'll fire me, I can understand that but-" Larissa didn't look angry at all, no, she actually cupped your cheek and brushed the tears away.

"Shhh, Darling. Calm down, what pills?" You had a hard time breathing again, but managed to get some words out.

"My emergency pack. I- I ended my career because I had a drug addiction, but I was clean. I didn't- when I came her ... I hadn't for over half a year."

"It's alright, shh. Let it out, my beautiful dove." She pulled you into her chest and let you cry, hearing her heart beat made you calm down, until your breathing was normal again.

"Ok, love. You know I don't want to push, but I'm also your employer and I need to know what happened. Why did you take the pills?" You washed the tears away, even though that was useless as the next were already on their way. Ashamed you looked to the floor.

"I had a panic attack after you told me we needed to talk. I thought the ground was pulling me down. You looked so- so cold and angry. I thought I did something wrong, that you'd fire me, and I was so scared to lose the life I had so neatly built up again. I love this school and my work here, and I love you, and I was scared that you'd hate me and I- wait, no- what did I just say? No- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Larissa just pulled you into a warm hug.

"(Y/n), calm down. Firstly, I didn't want to fire you. I'm so sorry that I made you think that. I just had an annoying situation with a student right before that and was a little on edge. I just wanted to talk about a club, you might like to do. Secondly, I don't hate you. I'm not mad about the pill thing, I just wished you would have come to me earlier. Telling me about your problems and fears. I want you to know that I'm always there for you. Because thirdly, I love you." Your eyes widened. All of your fears and thoughts had been absolutely unfounded. You had just assumed things, and you had misjudged her completely. You started to uncontrollably sob at that.

"Hush, love. Please don't cry. All is well." She gently rubbed your back and held you through it all.

"And please, don't think that you have failed your journey on sobriety. You relapsed, yes. But that's not the end of the world. We'll get you sobered up, and I'll stay with you though it all. And if you have any pills left we'll throw them out. I want you to talk to me in the future, if you ever feel like you'll relapse. Failure is a part of success." You nodded your head against her chest. Thankful for whatever fate, that this woman had become a part of your life.

And she held her promise. She helped you throw away the last pills, she was there for you when it got hard. She truly saved you. She and this school, where the best thing that and ever happened to you

when one character brokenly says “i have nothing to offer you” and the other character looks at them with fond exasperation, because there’s nothing else they could want except the gift of their love. that shit gets me.

hello

could you write a brienne x reader where brienne saves reader from committing suicide bc i just need her to save me.

if you're not comfortable with writing it, that's okay!

I need you

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 684

Warning: suicide attempt, depression, mental health problems

A/n: I really hope you are ok anon and hopefully you like this! <3

For a wile now, you had felt as if someone had sucked all the happiness out of you. You had no energy to stand up in the morning, any food you ate came up again sooner or later. So much that you lost appetite completely. The only thing making you laugh at times were Brienne's jokes. And still, you felt like a burden to her. Even though she spent her time with you voluntarily, tried so hard to make you laugh, to get some food in you. Deep down, you knew she loved you and would never feel that you are a burden. But the negative thoughts were stronger. 

The worst thing was, you didn't understand what you felt like this.you had no reason whatsoever to be sad. No one had died, no one had left or hurt you in any way. You had a good life. One, a lot of people wished for. You were loved, had everything you needed and wanted. And yet, it wasn't enough to keep your thoughts away from death.

The last weeks it was all you could think of. It had slowly creeped its way into your mind and didn't want to leave. It kept you awake at night, and the worst: it seemed to sound more and more attractive. 

Why not actually do it? No one would care, they'd probably be relieved. And your pain would finally stop. 

So one morning, Brienne had left to get you something to eat, you stood up, knotted some sheets together to make a long rope and hung it to the ceiling with a loop at the end. Grabbing a chair and stepping onto it, you put the loop around your head. You didn't directly do it. You wanted to, yes, but it was scary nonetheless. You stood there for a few minutes with the loop around your head, fighting with yourself. In the end, how else should it, the negative thoughts won. 

You kicked the chair away and fell into the rope, in the same second Brienne opened the door, tray with food in hand. Her eyes opened wide with shock as she saw you. She didn't even try to put the tray down somewhere, as it immediately slipped out of her hands and fell to the floor with a loud clink. 

The rope cut into your flesh, and it got harder to breath with every second, your body's self-preservation instinct kicked in, and your hands shot up. Desperately trying to loosen the rope around your throat, it was of no avail. 

Brienne rushed over to you, grabbing your legs and lifting you up. You could finally breathe again, even though you practically just coughed. 

"Take the rope of, please (Y/n)." She begged, and you heard through her voice that she had started to cry. To your surprise, you obeyed and pulled the rope over your head. As Brienne was sure that you were free, she let you fall into her arms, carrying you to the bed and gently putting you down. You sat up a little and leaned on the headboard behind you. Still coughing, desperately trying to fill your lungs with some more air. 

Brienne sat in the edge of the bed, looking at you. Tears were streaming down her face and she was shaking, shaking in fear for your life. Never had you seen her like this. She was a strong, pulled-together woman. But now she sat in front of you, scared and in utter shock, not being able to control her feelings at all.

As she was sure that you could breathe again, she put her head down in your stomach, clinging to your tunic. She soaked the fabric and tried to get out words through the tears. 

"Please, (Y/n) ... you can't- can't leave me." You gently stroked her head and brush a few strands of hair out of her face. 

"I need you, please-we will get through this. J-just stay." It wouldn't be easy, but having seen Brienne like this, you now had a reason to keep going. 

Hi there, I hope you’re enjoying the holidays and having a good time, I must say that you’re writing is just another level, thank you for sharing the incredible creative in that pretty little head of yours, really I appreciate it your work and the time you take to do it.

So I saw you were taking Larissa requests and I’ve been having this idea all week long. I was thinking about Larissa x r (so this one smut, just if you’re fine with it) in which Larissa is about to hardcore f*ck r, and as she has her bent over the desk r reveals undoing the position just to turn around taking Larissa by the folds of her blazer bringing her in a passionate kiss, then r ends up making love to Larissa (like real love) to the point that she realizes nobody has ever made love to her but just use her body and viceversa, and that the way for r to show her that she wants her for real. (Well that came out long than expected). Again thank you for being a pick up souls, and happy new year’s beautiful ❤️

My beautiful Angel

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 913

Warning: NSFW, 18+, cunnilingus, eating out

A/n: this might actually be my new favourite work of mine! I love it, hope you do too!! @gabriela-1710 <3 Sorry for taking so long, to write it!

You weren't actually quite sure how this had happened. But you didn't mind it. At all. You were laying on Larissa's desk, bend over. She wanted to fuck you, but suddenly you felt like that wasn't enough. You didn't just want her to fuck you, you wanted more than plain Sex. You wanted to make love to her, worship her and her body.

So in a swift motion you turned around and pulled Larissa down. It happened so fast, she didn't even have time to argue. Passionately you kissed Larissa, exploring her mouth with your tongue. You could still slightly taste the coffee on her tongue. Your tongue found hers and in a fight for dominance you made Larissa's knees so weak, she had to support herself on the desk next to you. Your hand found its way on her neck and up into her hair.

"Turn around." Confused she looked at you but obeyed. Gently you pulled her blazer off of her shoulders, exposing the crème coloured blouse she was wearing, and started taking the hair pins out of her hairdo. Her silver hair falling over her shoulders in waves. You stood up on your tiptoes and whispered into her ear.

"Take me to bed." So she picked you up bridal style with ease and carried you to her bedroom, putting you down on her bed. Sitting up in front of her you carefully started unbuttoning her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders. You took a lock of her hair between your fingers and tucked it behind her ear. Gently you cupped her face.

"God, your so incredibly beautiful, Larissa." She blushed. You had actually made Larissa Weems blush. But it didn't take her long to recover as you felt cold hands lift up your shirt and pulling it over your head. To Larissa's surprise you didn't wear a bra. She lightly stroked over your chest and your breasts until her hand stopped on your stomach. You carried on like this, discovering each other, worshipping each other, kissing every once in a while, until you were both completely naked. Slowly you pushed Larissa back, her head hitting the pillow. You above her, knee between her leg. She kissed you gently, full of love and care. Your hand wandering down her body, cupping her breast and caressing it, drawing circles on her stomach.

"How do you like it? Should I use my mouth or my fingers?" Larissa was surprised by the question, surprised that anyone would actually care enough to take their time and ask her something like that.

"I- If you wouldn't mind, I'd like your tongue, actually." She couldn't help but blush again, embarrassed by her request. And yet this was so ridiculously sweet. She was absolutely overwhelmed.

"No need to be embarrassed, I'd gladly do that, my love." Planting kisses on her chest, licking her nipples and planting even more kisses on her stomach, you slowly made your way down between Larissa's legs. You pushed them open a bit and smirked at her eagerly spreading them.

You started by kissing her inner thighs, both sides, up and down. Gradually nearing her centre. Her breath hitched as you kissed her clit. You grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers. This moment, was probably the most intimate thing you had ever experienced.

Slowly, you let your tongue run through her folds, teasing her entrance a bit before focusing on her clit. She was incredibly wet.

"You taste wonderful, honey." Squeezing her hand a little, you quickened the pace in which you were licking her clit. Hearing her moan for you made you proud, proud that she trusted you enough to let you in. Proud to be able to pleasure her.

"Oh, (Y/n). That's so good-" you smiled against her, sucking a little, which caused her to let out a deep groan.

"I'm so close...please." She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing the even louder moans.

"Please, my love. Don't do that, look at me and let it all out." And she did, she looked you right in the eyes as another moan escaped her.

Mixing your sucking with licking was too much for her, you saw her pupils dilate and her mouth gap as the orgasm overcame her, with a last moan. Still looking at her, you licked her clean, feeling her sensitivity as she twitched.

You let go of her hand and sat down next to her, pulling her into your lap. You hugged her from behind and just held her, as she came down from her high.

Suddenly you felt a teardrop on your skin. Worried you looked at her.

"What's wrong, my love?" You wiped away the tears that stained her beautiful face.

"I just- I've never experienced something like this. You were so gentle, so careful. No one has ever asked me what I would like while having Sex." Your heart broke for her, she was the most wonderful angel, and you just couldn't understand how no one had ever treated her accordingly.

"My beautiful, beautiful angel. What we just did, that wasn't Sex. I made love to you, and I'm so incredibly sorry that you never had the chance to experience that before. But if you want, we can do this again and again, until we're old and grey." Larissa leaned fully into your embrace, relieved that she could just let go for once. Knowing that she'd be safe in your arms.

The hands-

She is beauty, she is grace, she can step* on my fucking face.

*sit