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"Looks like we must cut this short, I have to get that." You nod in understanding. You stand and dust yourself off, smiling at her as she reaches for the phone. Your eyes briefly follow her movement, eyes locking onto her long, slender fingers. You can't help but imagine how they’d feel raking up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake– …
Jesus Christ Claire, Focus.
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IM BACK!! THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN LONG OVERDUE... As you can see I've gotten over my break up blues and a now back to writing! Still have no proof reader, but I dont really care at this point. Enjoy the chapter!
Author's Note: Short smut (600 words). This was originally about one of my oc's, but I couldn't resist adding the Headmistress in instead.
You stretched down into the washing machine. You couldn’t believe how hard it was to get to the bottom. You always felt as if you were average height, but as your fingers barely reached the last few socks at the bottom.
When Larissa passed by the laundry room, she had to do a double take at the sight of you bent over into the washing machine. You were in your lazy Sunday clothes - tight leggings that showed off every curve and an oversized sweater that shifted out of place to expose your midriff. Your feet dangled off the ground as you struggled to snatch up all of the little pieces of laundry alluding you at the bottom of the washer.
Larissa couldn’t resist coming up behind you. Her hands slowly moved to grip your waist, giving your body a light squeeze.
At first you jolted in surprise, but you soon realized it was Larissa from the familiarity of her hands on your skin, “Oh, honey! Can you help me?”
“Happy too.” Larissa cooed, curling her fingers around the band of your leggings and underwear.
The shapeshifter was often reserved in her sexual pursuits of you, but that reservation was nowhere to be seen as she dropped to her knees, pulling your pants down with her.
You gasped, hands gripping the edge of the washing machine. Your cheeks flushed red as you exclaimed, “Rissa!”
“I'm helping…” Larissa husked as her hands palmed your ass for a moment before shifting her hands to cup it gently. She used the leverage of her hand placement to spread your thighs to access your cunt.
You sucked in a breath when you felt the shapeshifter plunge her tongue into your cunt.
Larissa was eating you with a starving fervor that had you mewling and humming in response. The rim of the washing machine was digging into your abdomen, but that was feeling like far less of a priority at the moment.
In the few moments Larissa would come up for air from your cunt, she was gasping phrases of adoration - ‘I love you’, ‘You’re perfect’, and ‘You taste incredible’ were repeated over and over.
You couldn’t last long. Between the setting, the dominance, and and the sensation, all of the elements combined in a way that had you gushing on Larissa’s chin.
When the shapeshifter took to sucking on your clit, you had no ability to hold back any longer. You came with a cry, but just because you came didn’t mean the shapeshifter was about to stop.
Larissa lapped at your cum until she was sure she had cleaned you up enough.
When Rissa was satisfied, she pushed herself to stand, pulling your pants back up with her. She wiped her face and with a strong arm around your middle, Larissa pulled you from the washing machine and manhandled you into a position where she could seat you on the dryer.
Larissa then moved away from your dazed form, leaning into the washing machine and yanking out the remaining laundry with a single hand. The shapeshifter tossed the few socks into the nearby laundry basket you had been using before turning her attention back on you, “I hope that helped, darling.”
Larissa turned on her heels, leaving you wide eyed, “Wha- Rissa?”
“If you need anything else, let me know.” Larissa called from the hallway.
“Rissa-“ You called, jumping down from the dryer, cut off by tripping over the basket of damp laundry. You were scrambling as you picked up the laundry from the floor and shoved it in the dryer, continuing to call Larissa’s name as you turned on the dryer and chased your wife down the hall.
could you please do something around the idea that everyone always expected reader to have kids but she just didn’t want them. She stayed a virgin so no one expected anything but before she had sex with larissa for the first time she tells her and the rest is up to youuu
thanksss
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Three..
The end of the day couldn't have taken longer to come. The rhythmic tick of the classroom clock echoed through the space as students finished up the remainder of the assignment, launching you all into a weekend that was well deserved. Your inbox, once a chaotic sea of emails, was now clear, grades were all caught up ad up to date, and you had signed every piece of paperwork you had. You were proud of your productivity, bit it didn't get rid of the jittery energy that consumed you, making every minute feel like an eternity.
Two..
A hand shot up into the air, a confused lycan attached to it, and it immediately caught your attention, causing you to rise from your seat and navigate through the maze of filled desks around the room. As you moved, the breeze caught the edges of your skirt, sending a shiver through your body and causing your arms to rise and rub warmth into your arms.
One..
You managed to answer all of her questions, the root of the problem coming from a formatting error within her document, and you watched as all stress seemed to fade from her face, a small, beautiful smile taking over her features. There was a certain magic i those moments when you watched as relief washed over them, something that translated beyond the academics and creating a comfort that made them feel like they could ask you about anything, school related or not.
RING
The sound of the bell had caught your off guard for just a moment, shuffling papers, moving chairs, and zipping backpacks overshadowing the loud ring that had come just before. You rushed to the front of your classroom, hoping not to be lost in the crowd of excited students, and wished them all a good weekend. You held the door open as they all left one by one, giving all of them a genuine smile, and some hugs as you watched them disappear into the hall.
You quickly turned around, a surge of excitement coursing through you as you thought about the weekend you'd get to spend with your lovely girlfriend that was just ahead of you after her work was done for the day. The routine was a familiar one, keeping things in their own spot to make coming and going easier. With everything stowed away in your bag and one of Larissa's coats wrapped around you, you left your classroom and into the slowing hum of students making their way through the halls.
You always took your time at the end of every week to talk to the passing students, being sure to ask about any weekend plans and give smiles to each one. The architecture made it all the more easier, the large cut outs in the towering walls lighting the campus in the golden hues of the afternoon, promising a beautiful sunset.
As you grew closer to your door, more excitement seemed to settle within your veins. Times with Larissa always seemed to make you feel whole, completely in your skin as your soul smiled back at her own. This weekend was one for just each other, something you both decided to do every other week, and it created a buzz to erupt in your being.
You brought out your keys as you approached the dark, heavy door, taking a bit longer as your mind wandered through the possibilities of how you could pass the time, and slowly undid the lock. As you pushed the door open, your keys fell to the floor in shock, your jaw dropping only to shift into a smile moments later.
As you looked around the room, you saw it was littered with flowers, the curtains were drawn open just a bit to allow the setting sun to filter through the room, small fake candles flickered around the room, and a few petals created a path toward your lit fireplace, illuminating your lover in the warmth. Larissa sat within a pile of pillows and blankets, the same petals and fake candles were settled within them to end your path and create some light, snacks and wine rested to her side, and your coffee table had been moved out of the way - she had created your perfect stay at home date night right under your nose.
You smiled as your made your way to the blonde, setting your things down and haphazardly kicking off your heels as you fell into her arms. You littered kisses around her face, starting along her jawline and ending on her lips. "I thought you'd still be working!!"
"I thought I'd surprise you with an early start to our weekend." She carried you into her lap while laughing, being sure to reciprocate any and all of the kisses you threw her way. Her arms made their way around your torso, pulling you close and capturing you in the safety of her arms. As she pulled away, a confused yet knowing look took over her face, making one appear on your own. Her hands smoothed over your sides, along your arms, against your thighs, until they settled back onto your hips. "When did you get my coat?"
A shy smile took over you, your own hands coming up to rest on her shoulders as you broke eye contact for just a second. A warm hand captured your chin, turning it up and making your gaze meet dark sapphire ones. You felt your face heat up as she looked at you so closely, as her overall dominance seeped from her skin. "This morning as I left your quarters.. I'll be sure to ask next time because I jus-"
You were cut off with her lips on yours, the action making your stomach swarm with butterflies and your chest swell with love. Her voice was low and just above a whisper as she spoke against your lips, "There's no need to worry, sweet thing.. It looks good on you, and it tells everyone just who you belong to.."
She leaned back in quick for another heated kiss, successfully stealing all the air from your lungs and making you whine as she pulled away. "Now, go get comfortable.. I'd hate to spend another moment apart from you, darling."
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The thick blankets and your lovers arms shielded you from the cold of your room as the movie played on the tv screen. The pillows against both of your backs gave you comfort from the hardwood floor under the sheets beneath you. The golden light of the setting sun had faded away, welcoming the silver moonlight and shine of the stars to enter your room. Your head rested against her chest, the steady up and down of her breathing bringing you immense comfort as one of her hands traced mindless patterns against your side.
You looked up at her for a moment, taking in her beauty as her eyes were focused on the screen. You watched her eyes move along the colors of the screen, the lack of mascara and eye liner making way for the blonde eye lashes that were always hidden from the gaze of others, then moving to her crows feet and smile lines, loving how they displayed a life that you were now apart of, and then to her unpainted lips which made a small smile come to your own as you studied the pale pink color.
You raised a hand up to her cheek, rubbing your thumb against the smooth skin as you moved to press your lips against her own. It was soft, loving, unexpected to the blonde but welcomed all the same. You felt a smile come to her lips as you kissed her, and the fact made your heart soar. When you pulled back, your eyes met her own and you were sure that you could get lost in them for an eternity, the dark blues dancing along with the lighter ones were a gem in themselves that you wished to keep forever.
"Thank you for doing this.." Your voice was soft, just above a whisper as you spoke, translating the pure adoration you held for her and just how much something like this meant to you. Your words seemed to take her aback for a moment, for she couldn't understand how someone so beautiful, so intelligent, so amazing to her could be thanking her for something so simple - she believed that you deserved the world, and this was just her first steps at giving you such.
"I'd do all of this again and more if it meant I could enjoy more time with you.." Her tone matched your own, and you suddenly found yourselves lost in the love that took over your bodies, took over the entirety of the room around you.
What a thing it is, to fall in love.. To have it eat you up from the inside out just the same as the one in front of you, to want to know everything there is to know about a person, yet still get lost in the beauty of the smallest details, to truly love all they have to offer. To cherish the company of the goddess in front of you was enough to feed your soul for lifetimes.
She leaned back in, connecting her lips back onto yours, and created a kiss that translated the love of that eternity - a softness so pure, so consuming that you were sure your soul was being devoured by her own, mixing in a timeless dance where every whispered confession, every stolen glance became so much more.
Her tongue swiped at your lower lip just as one of her hands made it to your hip, slipping under the blankets, under your oversized shirt and gracing the skin with her cool fingertips. It sent a shiver down your spine and easily allowed her entrance into your mouth. Your tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths as every exhale made her breath ghost along your face. It was as though everything else faded away, only the two of you existing in this moment.
She shuffled slightly, pushing her weight over and settling her body between your legs, never breaking the intoxicating kiss she had you in. When she pulled away, it was only to catch a few ounces of air, her lips immediately meeting your jawline to plant tender kisses there, only to move down, down, down against your neck.
Everything felt electrifying, a buzz running through your veins as her lips met your skin again and again and again. And, oh, her tongue felt delicious against your skin, smoothing out against your pulse point after sucking purple marks that made your breathing ragged, made it hitch as small whimpers escaped your lips.
It was when her hands smoothed over your bare sides, moving higher and higher and pushing the fabric up with every soft trace, that your mind seemed to catch up with reality. Your voice was breathy as you spoke, heavy with want but with a note of urgency, "Ri- Riss- wait.."
You knew where this was going to head, and though you wanted it, needed her, it was something she deserved to know. Everyone had thought you wanted kids as you grew up, but the appeal was never there. Due to the type of school Nevermore was, anything you could've really wanted in that realm was fulfilled by the love for your students. That all just left you a bit inexperienced in this department.
"I'm- .. I haven't- ..I've never-" It was as though the words slipped from you under her caring gaze, the blush on your cheeks being from a bit of embarrassment and from the growing heat between your legs. She looked at you with no judgement, trying to piece together what you were trying to say until you watched it all click into place for the blonde.
"This is your first time.." Her voice was soft, gentle as it coursed along your skin in a loving hold. She watched you nod slowly, catching the bob of your throat as you swallowed hard as you waited for her to continue. She brought a hand to your cheek, stroking it gently before she moved you both completely. She easily lifted you onto her lap, making you confront her with your full attention.
"There is nothing wrong with that, my darling girl.. If this isn't something that you want righ-"
"I do! I-" You watched as a knowing smirk rose to her lips, her hands rubbing along your sides to give you some comfort as your words got lost on your tongue. "I want this with you.. Can we.. I want you to show me what it feels like.. I want you, Larissa Weems.."
"Of course, sweet thing.." Her voice was an octave deeper as she responded, loving the way her name rolled off your tongue, and you watched how her pupils dilated just a bit when you rolled deeper into her lap. She grabbed a hold of your hips, grinding them against her thighs just for a moment before lifting you up and carrying you to your bed. "Though, you deserve so much more than the floor."
"If there's anything you don't like, we'll immediately stop. I want to make you feel good, darling.." She placed you gently against the mattress, watching as your body sunk into it ever so slightly and loving how you still reached out for her in your closeness. She paused, for a moment, as she looked down at you in pure awe.
Your skin was illuminated by the moonlight, shining just like the very stars that rested in the sky. Your blush was more prominent in the light now, the pink hue such a gentle feature along your skin, something she traced with her thumb, causing you to hold the back of her hand and press into her palm. Her other hand guided down one of your legs, and it was in this moment how she truly appreciated just how well you two fit together.
"You're beautiful.." The words had slipped out, her thoughts presenting themselves on accident, but she didn't wish to take them back.
You leaned up, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pulling her down with you. Your lips brushed against hers, your words a whisper before crashing your lips together, "I love you.."
The kiss was full of emotion, just like all the ones before it, but it quickly morphed into something more, something pleading, something begging, something hungry.. It was as though you were back to where you had left off, her hands gliding along your sides and pushing your shirt up to reveal more of your skin. When she leaned back to get a better look at you, she removed her own shirt and tossed it to the side, never taking her eyes off you.
The sight before you made your mouth water - pale skin that you hadn't had the pleasure of seeing before was now revealed to you, and you wished to see it again and again. Her lips trailed down your neck, lining your collarbones with little bites and bruises before moving down to your chest. Her hands squeezed your breasts as she kissed along the valley between them, her fingers softly smoothing over your nipples and causing your back to arch into her touch.
When her tongue swirled around your right bud, a pleasure filled gasp left your throat, immediately followed by whimpers and small moans as she continued her ministrations on both buds, forming them into hard peaks before she was satisfied. She looked up to meet blown pupils and your bottom lip between your teeth, and she knew that you'd quickly become an addiction.
She worked on getting rid of the rest of your clothes, pulling them down your legs and being sure to leave a trail of kisses down one and up the other as she did so. A moan left her lips as she saw your glistening core, causing her to trail one of her hands to your inner thighs, tracing her fingers along your slit to see what she had already done to you.
"I've barely even touched you, and you're soaked.." Her voice was husky, completely taken over by her lust. She brought her fingers to her mouth, placing them on her tongue and licking them clean. The sight made a whimper escape your chest, the need to feel her fingers, her tongue against you growing by the second. "Delicious.."
She brought her fingers back down to your core, collecting more of your juices before moving her fingers to your clit. The contact made you gasp, something that turned into unadulterated moans as her fingers worked in tight circles against the sensitive bud. "Fuck- Riss.."
Your back arched as she continued her movements, and you felt her lips start kissing down your abdomen, getting closer and closer to where you craved her..
You felt her fingers slip away, and a loud whimper left you, only to be cut off into a loud moan as her tongue replaced them, licking up your slit and swirling around your clit. You wreathed underneath her, a tightness forming in your lower abdomen that made you see stars.
Her fingers traced your entrance and, slowly, she pushed two into your core, moaning at how you immediately clenched around them. When you adjusted, she slowly started to move them in and out of your wet core, the sensation shooting electricity through your body and making you grip the sheets beneath you.
Your chest heaved with her growing pace, your back sore from arching at the pleasure and your thighs threatening to close around her head. Every touch she gave you was more fuel to the fire. She curled her fingers just as she sucked on your clit, and the action made all breath leave your lungs and a cry of a moan leave you along with it.
You felt your thighs begin to shake, the pleasure building itself higher and higher and pushing you towards the delicious edge. With another curl of her fingers, you came hard with a moan of her name. Your body shuddered as the waves of pleasure ran through you, and she slowly helped you right out your high.
You felt her lips travel up your body, causing your eyes to flutter open only to have her lips meet yours. You tasted yourself on her tongue and moaned at the fact, your kisses sloppy yet full of love for the woman above you. She pulled away for just a moment, allowing you to come back to earth as she came back with a towel and glass of water. She cleaned you up with a gentle touch, and brought the glass to you lips when your eyes had opened again.
After putting everything on your bedside table, she rested on her side, pulling you towards her as you settled yourself comfortably in the crook of her neck. Her fingers traced mindless patterns along your back, after she pulled the covers over both of your bodies. When your breathing finally settled down, you looked up at her.
Her eyes were shining, paired with the beautiful smile you loved so much, and it seemed as though she was glowing. With a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling a small hum from your chest, you tangled your legs together and rested your head against her chest, enjoying the sound of her heartbeat as sleep took over you for the start of a beautiful weekend.
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𝐚/𝐧: SHE'S BACK BAAAYYYYBEEEEEE
gods i missed Larissa and i'm so glad that i found the passion to write for her again. i was blasting out so much for her back to back that i was getting burned out and i hate feeling that !!
with finals coming up and holidays and stuff literally right here, i couldn't be as active as i normally am but it served as a nice break away from everything. i feel like i need those every so often so i dont get in my head about stuff i upload
ANYWAYYS
here you go anaon!! i hope you liked it !! sorry it took so long, i know im not very current on requests but i know you all understand and im grateful for it <3
xx,
~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰
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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: (tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)
I know you've been hurt in this walk of life. (let me find my shoes, I will walk with you.) - A Larissa Weems x Reader hurt/comfort fic.
A/N: purely self indulgent. as previously mentioned on the last episode of dragon ball z, my partner of two years broke up with me. On top of that, I've been relapsing because I'm oh so smart, but enough of the sob story, Have this fic I coughed up during my Depressive episode
This isn't proofread because, well, my proofreader dumped me 😭
TW: Self-depricating thoughts, Self-harm, implied child abuse, just the sads all around
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Your life was shit. Pure unadulterated shit. It feels like from the moment you were born the universe was out to get you, like every circumstance was a "fuck you" to the face. Nothing ever went right for you. For starters, your parents were the absolute worse. They were constantly breathing down your neck about your grades and about how you present yourself in public, gotta protect their image they would say. From a young age you had to act older than you ever should have had to. Then in highschool everything just came crashing down on you, fear of the future, dread from the past... you finding out you were an outcast was just the cherry on top; it was one thing for you to be your family burden, but now you're also a blood sucking monster! Just your luck.
Life was a sea you were drowning in constantly, you felt as if there wasn't a day where water wasn't in your lungs and your mind wasn't constantly belittling you. It was tiring, exhausting, whatever else is synonymous. You just want it to stop. You wanted to feel something other than your emptiness, your constant dread of a lack of purpose.
Maybe that's when it started.
The first time was an accident. You were working on a school project and was cutting up some cardboard for a model, unfortunately you're a clutz and you accidentally dropped your cutter. You winced and grabbed your wrist which was now bleeding. Oddly enough though... you didn't really mind. You'd blamed the vampirism then but.. then you found that the cuts on your wrist went from accidental to on purpose.It was a dumb idea now that you think about it, you realise that now, maybe not then. You wanted to feel something, anything. The stinging sensation of the blade piercing your flesh was intoxicating, it hurt, but it hurt so comfortably. You found solace in it, no matter how morally grey it seemed.
But now, several years later, standing in front of your bathroom sink and staring down at the very same flesh you've abused all theseyears you can't help but loathe the scars you made. It's entirely your fault, you think, but that doesn't make you hate it any less. You stare and stare, each scar a reminder of how miserable you were, how pathetic you were.
It was a reminder of what life was like before her.
Larissa was a breath of fresh air in your miserable life. If you walked around with a rain cloud above your head she was the one holding and offering you an umbrella. She made your life a little bit more tolerable simply by being in it. Ever since meeting Larissa, you've noticed you've made some good changes to yourself. One of them being that you were almost half a year clean from cutting yourself!
..Almost.
Your hands grip the edge of the sink tightly, fighting back tears as you stare at two fresh scars you made the night before. That familiar feeling of dread filled you again, blinding yourself from seeing reason. Relapse is normal, Larissa once said, but you refused to tell her, you didn't want to disappoint her.
Then again, nobodys more disappointed in you than you are.
You're so lost in your self-loathing that you fail to hear the front door to your apartment open, Larissa had a spare key, you felt it was only right for her to have one by your 7th monthasarry. She calls out for you from the living room, but you're too busy hating the person in the mirror to realise that.It's only too late when you realise. The door to the bathroom clicked open, your angel's voice filled with such worry over your silence. You're like a puppy around Larissa, the moment she's back in your vicinity you're like a dog missing it's owner and suddenly you're all over her. Not tonight, though. Tonight you were quiet. Tonight you were staring at yourself and your scars, hating yourself like you always do.
It's only then you look up to stare at her, she's quick to be by your side her hands rough, a testament to her hardwork, yet so soft and gentle when handling you. She grabs onto your wrist and notices the fresh scar from the night before, her beautiful oceanic eyes painted with deep worry.
She takes you to your bedroom and sits you down. She's talking, but it all feels like it's underwater to you, you felt like the world and everything around you wasn't real at the moment, with nothing but the ringing in your ears distracting you. You try to make out what she's saying but ultimately give up. She's cleaning your wound, you notice, she's taken a first aid kit and she's making sure your cut is properly disinfected. Her touch is so soft and caring, it almost makes you tear up and cry. You stare at her, her eyes fixated on her task. You take a moment to admire her, her beautiful blonde hair, the way her brows furrow and her nose scrunches when she's focused.. for a moment, you're lifted from the tide and you can see clearly; you see her. Your Larissa, Your love.
When you realise those blue eyes are staring back at you, that's when you notice you seem to have regained your grasp on reality, she's looking at you with such warmth yet such worry, you feel bad for burdening her, but you've never been a burden, not to her, no. She adores you. She wishes you could see that.
"Are you okay?" Her words finally register, you blink at her, unsure what to say. Are you okay? You don't know yourself, honestly. She can see the conflict going on in your mind and hums, as if understanding something, her hand hovers over your cheek, a silent question in her eyes. You press your cheek into her palm and nuzzle into it, your eyes closing at the warmth and familiarity of her touch. Her eyes soften at that, her thumb caressing your cheek.
"Do you want to talk about it?" You shake your head, finding yourself unable to speak. She nods in understanding and the two of you stay there for a while, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you.
Eventually, She moved you further onto the bed. Her heels were discarded somewhere across the room, her coat hanging against the headboard, you stare up at her as she situates you so that your head lay on your chest, the steady rise and fall of chest calming your nerves and anxiety that you didn't even realise was there.
Silence falls between you two again, but you don't mind at all. Her hand mindlessly draws shapes on your back with her fingers. You bury yourself in her embrace, her touch alone lifting away all your worries... well.. almost all of them. You felt the need to open up to her but you hesitate, that same old voice in the back of your head telling you not to bother her with your pathetic whines. But as you look up at her and you find her staring back at you with nothing but love and warmth.. you can't help but let the dam loose.
You lay there and open up about everything, how tired you've felt recently, how disgusting you feel especially when it comes to your scars. You want to cry, but you can't, so you just kept it all in until you couldn't anymore. As you rant, She listens to you intently, her eyes filled with nothing but understanding and care. When you end your small tangent, she brings your wrist up to her face and presses a kiss to it.
"Thank you for telling me," She whispers softly, her lips pressing against the skin of your wrist, you shiver at the contact, confused as to what she's doing. She continues to kiss your wrist.. no, your scars, you notice, and you watch in silence, your eyes curious yet filled with warmth.
She takes her time with each one, each kiss soft and meaningful. You could feel the pure love radiating off of her, it was overwhelming. It nearly made you cry, but what really did it were her next words."I know I can't do much to help you see yourself the way I see you." She mutters against your skin, her eyes reading into yours.
"But not once have I ever found you pathetic or disgusting, nor have I ever thought you were a burden." She pulls away from your wrist and caresses your cheek once again, her gaze filled with sincerity. You listen to her, clinging onto each word, the familiar feeling of warmth from her comfort already lifting the weigh on your shoulders.
"And most of all," She grabs your wrist with her free hand, her fingers gliding across the skin. "These scars... while the way they got there is.. unconventional. They're a testament to how resilient you are, how resilient you have been."
"I will never view them as disgusting, because despite everything, they still make up the person that you are, and I love you all the same. And I'll continue to do so, For as long as you'll have me."
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Tears sting your eyes, but not in a bad way, never in a bad way with Larissa. Your heart was swelling with such gratitude and love for the woman before you. You can't help but stammer like an idiot, your tears spilling down your cheek. It was an embarrassing sight, you're sure of it, but not to her, she wipes away every tear wordlessly, no judgement or mockery in her eyes. Just pure unfiltered love, love you never recieved growing up, love you needed all this time, love you deserved, love she offered.
As you fall asleep that night with her arms wrapped around you and the steady beating of her heart lulling you to sleep, you come to the conclusion that living isn't so bad, as long as you had your Larissa.
I have yet to post chapter three of my fic cuz me and my proofreader Low-key broke up but uhhh anyone want some hurt/comfort larissa fics because I'm not projecting at all? 😭😭
I just wanna apologize for the wait for chapter three of falling like the stars (CHRIST I need a new fic name). I'm waiting for my new keyboard because I refuse to type on mobile I'm too dumb for that !! I know I have a record of keeping my fics unfinished but I do have chapter 3 in the works I'm just a little silly ATM,,,,,
I also feel like I need to give a better summary of where I'm going with this...
Basically when I said multi chapter, i meant LOTS of it. I think this fic might reach like 30 or so chapters? I have a lot of plot in store, lots of drama and world building and what not.,, so if you're looking for a long read larissa x Marilyn x pilipino reader fanfic complete with poly lesbians and an interesting(?) drama plot, why not give my fic a chance ??!? Additionally, I wonder if you guys are okay with how long I plan to make this !!? I kinda worry that I'll be dragging the story too long if I add in my story ideas so I might split it into three seperate fics which sequel eachother... we'll see !!
I forgot to grab a link but the title is Falling like the stars on ao3, you'll find it in the larissa weems x reader tag or the Marilyn x reader tag :))
the sheer lack of yoko x reader fanfics offend me because I am desperately gay for spoopy vampire gf. I am soooo close to taking matters into my own damn hands. Like I'm half Japanese let me and my vampire girlfriend have miso soup damnit!
Some doodles of Claire Royales and Larissa from my fic "Falling like the stars"...........
@agrimmsetofcircumstances this is my spouse. They chose the color of the jacket. I'm sorry if the coloring looks off sobs. I'll post Marilyn and Claire soon I just need to find out where th my art went
so if I said I have like. Oh I don't know, a multichapter Filipino Aswang named reader x Larissa x Marilyn fanfic complete with my art in every chapter but I'm just too shy to post anything ever.. would anyone read it?... hypothetically. Just. Just asking for a friend...
Edit: Reader's name is Claire Royales, she was also study buddies with Larissa in school. They met in the forest.
Betrayal is a powerful plot element that is represented in countless stories. The gravity of betrayal brings a profound depth to character dynamics, plots, and themes alike, making it an indispensable tool for writers to explore emotions, conflicts, and the complexities of human nature. Let’s explore some quick tips on how to write betrayal!
Behaviour
Secretive actions
Dishonesty
Becoming emotionally distant
A sudden change in routine
Pushing people away
Nervous or fidgety movement
Frequent lying or making up stories
Unexpected aggression or irritability
Unjustified mood swings or emotional outbursts
Increasingly defensive
Interactions
Disturbed interpersonal relationships
Frequent misunderstandings or fights
Withholding information
Avoiding personal discussions
Insincerity in conversations
Frequently cancelling or missing plans
A sudden shift in relationship dynamics
Quick to deflect or place blame
Frequent subject changes
Gradual emotional detachment
Body Language
Avoiding direct eye contact
Defensive stance and crossed arms
Covering mouth or touching face
Shuffling or restless movements
Forcing smiles or laughter
Constantly looking around or at the ground
Stiff, tense posture
Heavy breathing or frequent sighing
Avoiding touch or skin contact
Exaggerated gestures
Attitude
A lack of concern or empathy
Increasingly personal and hurtful arguments
Erratic or unpredictable reactions
Self-centeredness
Insincerity
Dismissive or negative attitude
Callous disregard for other's feelings
A negative or pessimistic outlook
Inability to handle criticism
Withdrawal from relationships
Positive Story Outcomes
In the wake of a betrayal, a story can manifest various positive outcomes that add depth to the plot and its characters. Relationships can be strengthened, showing their resilience. Characters may discover newfound self-reliance and learn valuable lessons about trust and forgiveness, leading to an increase in empathy and understanding, personal growth, and the reinforcement of personal values. These experiences can encourage a clearer understanding of personal boundaries, prompt self-reflection, introspection, and the development of healthier coping mechanisms. Ultimately, these positive outcomes can bring about improved communication and honesty, forming the silver lining in the cloud of betrayal.
Negative Story Outcomes
The aftershocks of betrayal can reverberate throughout your story. This might include an irreparable fracture of trust and damage to relationships. Betrayal can trigger psychological trauma, leading to an increase in suspicion and insecurity. Feelings of inadequacy or self-blame may surface, and characters can experience a heightened sense of isolation. The fear of forming new relationships or trusting others can become overwhelming. There may also be an escalation of conflict or violence and the reinforcement of negative behaviours or patterns. Damaged self-esteem or self-worth may be another repercussion, and this can encourage destructive coping mechanisms.
Btw if we're mutuals and you feel like you always have to start the conversation I'm really sorry, my ADHD means I'm really bad at keeping track of people that aren't literally in front of me so it's very hard for me to keep up with Internet friends, even the ones I love the most cuz I'm either like "oh I wonder how they're doing?" and then do nothing about it or I'm like "oh so and so is messaging me yay! I wonder what's happened in the couple days since we last spoke!!" and they're like "so how was your summer" and I'm like "what?" and the last time we spoke was April.
Tl:dr; please don't read my lack of initiation as lack of caring, I'm just very bad at friendship maintenance skills like time management and task initiation
Me when my crush: --------- I got friendzoned indirectly but they still dont know i like them. It sucks being in the friendzone but its ok, school comes first. Im content making her happy, even if its as a friend and whatever else. I wont reveal who it is, but i was thinking of them while drawing this. Ignore this rant cuz immjust head over heels sjbxisbskbs #AntDraws #AntIsBadAtFeelings #DamnItAnt https://www.instagram.com/p/CTUZDFMhYtp/?utm_medium=tumblr
