Hello My Favourite Fanfiction Writer,

hello my favourite fanfiction writer,

i would like to request a larissa x reader, where they are cuddling in bed and are reading a book together (just choose your favourite one, it's up to you) and larissa decides to just read it aloud bc she knows what her voice is doing to reader.

thank you <3

Ride or Die

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1140

Warning: none?

A/n: Thank you!!😭 I loved this so much, hope you do too! I used Wuthering heights for this. This is a mix of fluff/hurt/comfort/angst. Hope this what you wanted! Ly<3

You loved those moments, the most intimate and yet not sexual at all. The way your body felt on her arms and her warmth so close to you. These were the moments of pure trust and love.

Larissa was reading a book, holding you close to her. You had no idea what book she was reading, but that didn't matter to you, you just wanted to hear her voice.

"Read out loud?" Larissa stopped reading and gazed down at you, smiling lovingly. Gently she stroked your arm and placed a kiss on your hair.

"But I'm in the middle of it, you'll understand nothing." You looked at her with so much love in your eyes, smiling adorably.

"I don't care, you know how much I love your voice." It was odd to Larissa, still. How much you loved her, all her life people had made her think she was unlovable. And here you were, loving every little bit of her. Even something so small as her voice, you loved her height, the way her hips looked, the colour of her eyes, her fingers and the way her hair fell over her shoulder, if let loose. She often wondered what she had done to deserve that, how you could be real. With a shaky smile, and blushy cheeks she nodded at you. Turning back to her book, she started to read.

"Summer drew to an end, and early Autumn-it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and a few of our fields were still uncleared."

Larissa's voice was the only noise in the quiet bedroom, making your body fill with warmth. She didn't speak very loud, but her mouth was close to your ear, so you heard her clearly. The feeling of her breath and the words on your skin, made you shiver. Nuzzling deeper into her embrace, you carefully listened to her.

"Mr Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the reapers: at the carrying of the last sheaves, they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settling obstinately on his lungs, confined him indoors throughout the whole of the winter, nearly without intermission."

Never in your life had you felt so safe, her voice had this magic ability to calm you completely and immediately. Often when your anxiety and panic overwhelmed you, all you needed was her voice. It didn't matter what she said, she could read the operation manual of a vacuum cleaner, and it would help. It brought you this feeling of utter peace.

"Poor Cathy, frightened from her little romance, had been considerably sadder and duller since its abandonment: and her father insisted on her reading less, and taking more exercise. She had his companionship no longer; I esteemed it a duty to supply its lack, as much as possible, with mine; an inefficient substitute, for I could only spare two or three hours, from my numerous diurnal occupations, to follow her footsteps, and then, my society was obviously less desirable than his."

Suddenly you felt like all the love you had in you for her would make you explode. You had the urge to tell her, tell her what she meant to you, tell her how much you loved her and that you wanted to grow old with her and never have her leave your side. But you had never said that, she had neither. You had told her that you loved various parts of her, and she probably knew that you loved her. Just as you knew she loved you, still it was unspoken. Wanting to keep this deep and serious confession for a perfect moment, and this was that moment. It couldn't be better.

"On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November, a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold, blues sky was half hidden by clouds, dark grey strea-"

"Larissa," she stopped, looking down at you. Seeing the uncertainty and nervousness in your eyes, she immediately placed the book on her night stand and sat up straighter. Yet, never taking her arm away from around you, "I- I love you." Larissa froze, sure she knew you loved her. But saying it aloud was like a real commitment. It was a promise, not to be broken.

She took you by the arms and placed you in front of her. With her hands she cupped your face, and you saw her eyes glistening with freshly forming tears. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear, and slowly she leaned in. This kiss was entirely different to any kiss you had shared before. It was like a seal to the promise you had just made. A promise to protect her heart at any cost. And as much as you wanted the kiss to go on forever, you needed to tell her. You needed her to know.

"Larissa, I want to say something." You mumbled between kisses. Larissa immediately pulled away, looking at you concerned. Scared that you'll take it back, her insecurities getting the best of her.

"I love you, Larissa. But I feel like those words don't suffice to say what I feel for you. I don't want you away from me, and I don't mind, if I never love anyone else again, I'm done. You're my ride or die. The love of my life. And I'll protect you, I'll protect your heart at whatever cost." The tears she had tried very hard to keep inside spilled now. Slowly running down her cheek, she didn't know what to say. She sat in front of you, frozen, eyes filled with shock.

Never had she imagined anyone could think like this about her. Your ride or die? How could she be someone's ride or die?

"I-, you-," Larissa's usual eloquence seemed to fail her, "your ride or die?" She chocked out, between sobs.

"My ride or die." You said, pulling her into a hug. You knew her past, the way she had been made fun of all her life. You understood how hard it was for her to grasp your words. Comforting her, stroking her back and playing with her hair you let her sob into your shoulder and whispered reassuring words to her. Telling her how much you loved her over and over.

After she had calmed down, you pulled her into your arms, nuzzling back into the pillow. Picking up the book, from her night stand you started to read.

"dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain; I requested my young lady to forego her ramble because I was certain of showers. She refused; and I unwillingly donned a cloak, and took my umbrella..."

Is it ok if you do one where yn /Larissa's s/o / is always the brightest and happiest person,they may seem off sometimes but they shrug it off easily

But when left alone they're really depressed and has been thinking about doing it

So in her separate bedroom she was contemplating whether she should do it whilst on a chair with the gvn in her hand and she's like

Head down,gun in faced down,elbows on thighs sitting situation if yk what I mean

And Larissa walks in on her in that situation and panics and helps her and she says it's fine but doesn't open up at all, I'd like it to be angst with alotta fluff too please,

If you can't,totally understand but pls do tell me so that I could request another person and have a great day ❤️

Bottled up

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 766

Warning: mental health issues, suicide attempt

A/n: hope you like this, I'm so so sorry this took so long!! <3

You had been excellent at hiding emotions and how you really felt all your life. With a little practice, it wasn't that hard. Even though you were a grown up person now, you still did it. Not wanting to talk about, rather pushing it away.

But at some point you just can't push it away anymore. It gets too much, and that point was now. You sat on a chair in the guest room, gun in hand, elbows propped onto your knees.

In all honesty, you didn't want to die, you just wished to be happy. But after having tried to be happy for so long, without result, you were tired. Your life was tiring. The only thing keeping you going was Larissa, but for some time now, you felt as if not even she was enough.

You had been sitting there, in that position for at least half an hour now. Just staring at the gun, overthinking everything. How did they make this look so easy on TV? It certainly wasn't.

Just fucking do it, (Y/n). One pull, and it's over. You're free.

Still contemplating, you heard the wooden floor creak. Looking up, you were shocked to meet Larissa's eyes. Concern and panic was written all over her face. She fell to her knees, slowly crawling closer to you. Right in front of you, she stopped. Hands reaching out for you, but not really touching you. Afraid, of what you'll do. Pulling herself together she reaches forward and takes the gun from you, unloading it and throwing it far away. You don't even protest, mouth shut, staring at her, you were still trying to understand what was happening.

"Love, what's wrong?" Larissa's voice was thin, trembling. She was afraid. You weren't sure, you had ever seen her like this before. Scared.

Finally, having found your voice again, you cleared your throat and sat up straight.

"It's fine, dove. I wasn't going to kill myself." You laughed, wanting you shrug the matter off. But Larissa knew you too well, she saw in your eyes that you were lying. A gasp, nearly sob escaped her.

"You did, you wanted to kill yourself." Her whole being trembled now, shaking her head in disbelief. She reached out, to touch your cheek, but you pulled back.

"That's ridiculous." You stood up, turning your back to Larissa. You knew, you'd cave in if she interrogated you further.

Feeling gentle, soft hands on your shoulder, you take a step closer to her. Your back was still turned towards her, but you easily leaned into her touch. She pulled you into a hug, holding you as a sob escaped you. A gut-wrenching sob. Never had you let this out, pushing it back felt much more convenient.

You grabbed her hands, holding onto them for dear life, as she held you and kissed your hair. Crying your heart out, you felt it was good to do that surely you weren't healed now, but it felt freeing.

For quite some time the two of you stood there, tangled up in one another. As your tears ebbed down, Larissa pulled you over to the bed and sat you down across from her. Looking at her, you saw puffy eyes, her cheeks wet from tears. She had cried as well. Silent though, careful to not upset you more.

"Love, please talk to me. You always seemed so happy?" You chuckled sadly, looking down. You couldn't look at her, it'd break you.

"I- I guess I'm good at hiding emotions." Your voice was hoarse, from all the crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you felt like you couldn't talk to me, if any of this is my fault-" her voice broke, a new tear falling down her cheek. Hastily your head shot up, and you brushed her tears away.

"No, stop that. You, Larissa, were the only thing keeping me alive. If it hadn't been for you, I would be long gone." Larissa's breath hitched, slightly smiling at you. She felt extremely guilty, for not having noticed how you felt.

"I'm glad, you're not gone. Talk to me?" You lightly shook your head, Larissa already opened her mouth to convince you otherwise.

"I will talk to you, but not now. Maybe after a cuddle and a nap, I need to swallow all this first." She nodded, pulling you down to lay beside her. Holding you close to her, her scent and the warmth of her body calmed you. Never would you want to lose this, this feeling of being in her arms. This feeling of heaven on earth.

Get to know me <3

Tagged by @sapphicsbeloved <3

Relationship: single

Favourite Colour: purple and dark green

Favourite Food: burger, my grandma's soup and anything turkish

Song stuck in my head: Flowers (Miley Cyrus)

Last thing I googled: Aviator (Cate Blanchett's Movie)

Current time: 9:26 am

Dream trip: always London

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Comfort Movie: Lord of the Rings

Comfort Food: my grandma's soup

Comfort clothes: my flannel and my Carol Sweater

Comfort Song: Viva la Vida (Coldplay)

Comfort Book: The Rivers of London - Series

Comfort Game: Uno

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3 ships: Jopper, Carol/Therese, Janeway/Seven

1st ever ship: prob Hermione/Ron

Last Song: Rivers (Frank Turner)

Current read: what abigail did that summer (Ben Aaronovitch)

Currently Consuming: sparkling water

Currently watching: Game of Thrones

Currently Craving: Mc Donald's

I tag @daydream-cement, @wlwmitchell, @cissyenthusiast010155 and @na-shoba and anyone who wants to do it! ♡

Some of you might have already done this, I didn't check! Love you <3

Crime and Punishment

Pairing: Kathryn Janeway x Seven of Nine

Word Count: 808

Warning: none

A/n: Prompt 47 (Birthday) from @hauntedmoonchaos 's J7 event in February

"Come in." Kathryn sat at her desk, working. Even though it was late already, and her shift was long over. Hearing the door open, she slightly lifted her head, a smile pulling up the corner of her lips.

"Captain." The woman in front of her greeted her and made her way over to the replicator. Kathryn stood up and walked to her couch, sitting down with her coffee still in hand, not sure what the other's intention was.

She heard the familiar sound of the replicator and saw a small cake appear. The young woman sat down across from Kathryn, holding the cake out to her. Hesitantly she grabbed it, placing her cup on the table. The cake was a beautiful shade of red with white decoration on top. Right in the middle was one candle, lit already. Looking at the other woman she saw an expectant look.

"Seven...?" Kathryn was quite confused, what was she supposed to do.

"It's your birthday. I've read in the files on traditions on earth that the Doctor gave me, that it's common for humans to blow out a candle on a cake for their birthday." Kathryn's heart warmed at the thoughtfulness. A smile appeared on her lips.

"That's very nice of you, Seven. But I'm afraid my Birthday isn't until tomorrow."

"Maybe you should check the time." Confusion washed over the Captains face.

"Computer, what time is it?"

It's 0002 hours, May 20th.

The monotone voice of the computer cleared the confusion. Honestly, Kathryn hadn't realised the time. Her shift had been over for multiple hours. Grinning at Seven she blew out the candle. For a second, she lost herself in the blue eyes. Her thoughtfulness and caring had moved her. She was proud of the progress the young woman had made, but that wasn't all. And she knew it, deep down she was sure of it.

"How did you know my Birthday?" Kathryn replicated two plates and some cutlery. Handing one if each over to Seven, she looked at her questioning. Encouraging her to speak, she cut the cake.

"When I was first integrated into the crew, I studied the files of each crewman. Yours too. I remembered it." Taking a bite of the cake, a content moan slipped Kathryn's lips. It was her favourite cake, she hadn't eaten it in forever. Nearly having forgotten about it.

"Oh, Seven. How did you know this was my favourite?" The sparkle in Kathryn's eyes, made Seven's stomach turn. She had come to feel this way around the Captain a lot more recently, yet she didn't understand it.

"I asked Commander Chakotay." Kathryn's eyes followed her hand as she placed the plate on the table and grabbed a wrapped gift from behind her. Kathryn hadn't seen it, when she walked in. Her eyes widened as Seven gave it to her. She hadn't expected cake, even less a gift.

"I- Thank you, Seven. This wouldn't have been necessary." Seven kept quiet, her usual serious expression on. And yet, there was an unusual fondness in her eyes.

Carefully Kathryn unwrapped the gift, uncovering a beautiful blue book cover. There were golden flowers all over it, framing the title.

Crime and Punishment

Fjodor Dostojewski

"Seven." The name left Kathryn's mouth, not more than a quiet breath. She felt her eye's water, the book was beautiful. It was her favourite, and no one had made an effort to make that much research since she had gotten to the delta quadrant. Suddenly she felt all her prior loneliness wash over her, feeling like Seven cured it. Even if just for the moment.

"You don't like it. I apologise, Captain. I can replicate a new one." Seven's brows furrowed in concern. Seeing the tears in her Captains eyes made her jump to a wrong conclusion. She had come far, but there was still a long way ahead of her.

"No, I love it." Kathryn's voice was thin. Looking up at Seven caused a tear to fall down her cheek. Hastily she wiped it away, but Seven had already seen it.

"Captain, there is no need to lie. You are crying."

"They are happy tears, Seven. The first in a few years." Kathryn reached out, covering Seven's hand with hers, which caused the young woman to slide closer. For a moment, they forgot all and everything around them. Just looking into each other's eyes, loosing themselves in each other. And like someone had hit her with it, Seven realised what the stomach turning meant. What the heat on her cheeks meant, and what it was she felt. The Doctor had told her about all of those symptoms. She had fallen in love, something she had deemed impossible.

But hadn't she been the one to tell Captain Janeway that impossible was used far too often? She should have had more faith.

can you make pt. 2 of i’m leaving

For everyone whos been asking, I'm planing on writing a part two! It's on my list, I just don't have a lot of time atm because of school, hope you understand! <3

The last Night Pt. 2

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 598

Warning: hint of a panic attack, blood, war

A/n: I've been asked about making a part two to this by: @lvinhs. And I really loved doing it<3

You had woken up, in the middle of the night. The room was pitch dark and yet you immediately knew, Brienne was gone. Her side wasn't fully cold yet, and the pillow still showed where her head had been. She hadn't been gone long.

The thought of her out there, in the cold, in the dark, fighting for her life. It made you crazy with worry and fear at the same time. Your head made up thousands of horror scenarios. The way she could die, being slaughtered by strong soldiers. The way she would die alone, so utterly alone. Just as alone as she had been all her life. Laying in the mud, being just another corpse, not a human anymore. All dignity taken from her.

You felt your heart race fastening, panic rushing over you. You had just told her what you felt, you stood right at the start of something wonderful. She couldn't die now. It wasn't fair.

This night, was the worst night of your life. And you weren't even out, fighting. You sat in the comfort of your room, the fire warming you. And yet, you shuddered, your whole body trembling. It was hard to breath and the walls felt like they were closing in on you, trapping you. The night felt like one panicky blur. In hindsight, you weren't really sure how you had spent the time. Sleep was most definitely the last thing on your mind.

Hours felt like days, and whenever you were sure dawn had to be there, the sky was still black. But eventually, you saw the sky brighten and the sun found its way back to you. Far away, on the horizon it rose. Covering your room, your bed and even you in a beautiful golden haze. And yet, you yourself still felt pike the black sky. More and more hopeless with every minute that passed without Brienne entering.

Sitting on a chair, breathing ragged and tears falling down your face, you had your elbows propped upon your knees. Looking down, desperately trying to calm your breathing, when you suddenly heard the door at the end of the room being opened.

You didn't dare look up, your head convinced you that it'd be someone telling you Brienne hadn't come home. A sob escaped you, and your body twitch as someone laid a hand on your knee. Looking up just a tiny bit, you saw someone kneeling in front of you. Your vision was blurry from the tears, but you could still make out the silhouette. It was Brienne, unmistakably.

She didn't wear her armour anymore, but most of her clothes were dirty and had blood on them. She looked exhausted, her eyes tired, screaming for sleep and a hot bath.

With a relieved sob leaving your mouth, you fling your arms around her neck. You threw yourself onto her with such a force, she fell on her back. Laying on top of her, your tears were accompanied by giggles.

Never had you held onto something with such strength before. If you just held her strong enough, she wouldn't be able to leave again. Gently she stroked your back, and kissed you. Tasting your salty tears, her eyes turned sad.

"My love, I never wanted to bring you such sorrow." She gently brushed your hair out if your face and cupped your cheek with one hand, the other still holding you around the waist.

"Then don't, never leave again. Stay with me, please." You hid your face in the crook of her neck, clinging to her for dear life.