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RIGHT?! she was like “Half Resurrected and rebooked, darling. Death was just a minor inconvenience 😌💁🏼‍♀️”

AND

“No.”

“She would hate that.”

“Eww Larissa would never.”

“Oh god.”

“How dare you.”

“Wait… what if…?”

“Get off my screen.”

“Omg wait a damn minute!”

“Did she know that was there?”

“Could she be her!?… hmmm nah-…maybe.”

“What the fuck is he doing.”

Larissa Weems x fem reader. (Read first one before this! In the comments of this post (not letting me link). Part one (Angst)

Warnings: language, descriptions of car accident.

Words: idk but what I do know is that it’s LONG.

Note: so obvs part two to the first fic- (I didn’t intend on making a part two but as all good readers don’t like cliffhangers) I made another, also- the story it’s self is side noted to the show like most of them so if it’s not conventional enough for you I’m sorry.

The academy grounds were deserted—students and staff scattered across the country on summer break. The sun beat down mercilessly, but it didn’t bother me. Not today. With no one around, I decided to take full advantage of the freedom, even if it was just for a moment. Larissa and I had been walking for what seemed like hours, talking about everything and nothing, until I had the sudden urge to throw caution to the wind.

Without saying a word, I shed the light blue summer dress that had clung to me in the heat, leaving me only in my underwear, and before she could protest, I launched myself off the edge of the jet-tie into the lake below. The water was cool against my skin, refreshing in ways I hadn’t expected.

"Come on, you were just talking about wanting to be more spontaneous!" I called out from the lake, my voice light, teasing.

Larissa’s response was swift. "Absolutely not." Her arms were folded, her brow raised in mock disapproval, but even as she stood there, I knew she was thinking about it. I could see the wheels turning in her head wondering, determining if it’s wise to show herself so physically vulnerable.

"Suit yourself then." I said, pretending to swim away, but I waited. I knew she would come. Sure enough, after a moment, I heard the soft padding of her feet across the rickety boards. When I turned to look, Larissa stood there—ivory skin barely covered by a cream-colored bra and matching panties.

My heart stuttered in my chest, but I quickly masked it with a grin. She placed her hands on her hips, giving me that familiar, no-nonsense look. Without another word, she dove in gracefully, her hair cascading free of its updo as she resurfaced, a frustrated pout on her lips ensued as she realised she had lost her pins and tried to fix the loose strands.

I swam closer, the space between us growing smaller until we were almost touching. My fingers brushed under her eye to wipe away a smudge of mascara. She flinched at the sudden closeness, startled, I backed away quickly, clearing my throat.

"So, how do you feel Headmistress?" I teased. "Alive?"

Larissa smiled softly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of nostalgia and fondness. "I must admit... the last time I was in this lake, I was seventeen. Swimming was one of the highlights of my schooling days. I was actually quite good at it." she murmured, the words tinged with memory.

As the sun set, the lake grew calmer, and the evening breeze picked up, we sat together on the edge of the jet-tie, our legs dangling over the water. There was a quiet contentment in the air, one I couldn’t quite put into words. The way the light played on Larissa’s face made her seem almost ethereal or celestial- perhaps even godly, as if she belonged to some other realm. The droplets of water on her skin glimmered, and her eyes sparkled with something unspoken. We sat there for a long while, not speaking, just existing in each other’s presence.

Eventually, we dressed and began making our way back toward the school. The conversation flowed easily, but I wasn’t fully listening. My mind was elsewhere, distracted by the way her wet clothes clung to her body, the way she moved so effortlessly. There was something about the way she made everything seem so simple, so perfect and it made my heart ache in ways I didn’t fully understand.

It was one of those times that felt like a locked in secret, an eternal memory burned into my brain, a moment that was never to be forgotten no matter how much we dined the speciality of the day.

When we reached the staircase leading to Larissa’s office and quarters, she paused and turned to me. "I suppose this is where we part." she said, her voice soft, almost reluctant.

I nodded, a pang of disappointment sweeping over me. "Yes, I suppose it is." I answered, my voice riddled with melancholy.

She gave me a small nod and began to climb the stairs, but then she stopped mid-step. She turned back toward me, her expression serious.

"Y/n?" she said, her voice steady, but intense. I looked up at her, confused, unsure of what was happening.

"You need to wake up now, darling," she said, her tone sharp.

"Y/n! Wake up!" Larissa’s voice, panicked now, echoed in my ears.

——————

The next thing I knew, my eyes slowly fluttered open and a blinding white light greeted me. Just pure pain surged through me, It felt as though a thousand volts of electricity shot through my body. My muscles tensed, my head pounded, and the world around me blurred into a chaotic swirl of emotions and sensations.

I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my body. I couldn’t think clearly. My left arm was in a cast and my right leg was pinned down beneath a white cardboard-like sheet. I could barely turn my head, but I managed to focus on something in the corner of the room, a figure, a dark silhouette. I knew who it was, even though they were partially obscured by a long grey coat, the kitten heels and gold broach were the evidence to back my theory.

I’m startled when a nurse pops through the door with a cup, she gently places a hand on the figures bicep and offers them the beverage quietly. When the figure moves the coat falls, Larissa’s tired face appears into view, carefully she takes the cup with her nimble fingers and thanks the woman for her kindness.

When Larissa takes a small sip, her eyes glance in my direction. Everything seems to stop. No movement. No breathing. Mere seconds it takes her to bolt upwards, her legs move faster than her mind and she’s beside me, Larissa’s hands are trembling as she touched my arm. "You’re awake," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Thank God."

If eyes could widen anymore three pairs would have fallen out, Larissa managed to put the cup down safely beside the bed whilst never taking her eyes off me. The silence was broken when the nurse took over and asked Larissa to leave the room for a while to check on me.

The next few hours were a blur and half-digested information. Hit by a car. 2 week coma. Healthy. Don’t try to walk. Stay for a few more days of observation.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking into the room. It was larissa, I look at her and I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to feel. “Hi.” She said meekly, standing awkwardly off to the side. “Hi.” I replied. My voice is coarse yet subtle at the same time. “May I?…” she asked gesturing to one of the chairs near the bed’s rail.

I nod. Silence engulfed the room as we sat uncomfortably not knowing where to begin, that was until a sniff cut through the air, sniffs that turned into sobs. At first I didn’t know which one of us it was until I looked at her, tears rolled down her cheeks, nose red and lips downturned. I was caught off guard for a minute at how uncharacteristic it seemed. It wasn’t until this very moment I’ve ever seen her cry.

“This is all my fault.” She croaked, pulling out a scrunched up handkerchief from her coat pocket. I said nothing, because it was in fact her fault. The technicality is that it wasn’t her fault what physically happened, but she was why I was on that road to begin with.

I reach for her hand and cover it with my palm, her eyes train on mine and she quiets. “I’m sorry.” She whispers, I could feel her hand shake and voice tremble. “I know.” I say, looking at her telling more with my expression than words.

An hour or so later conversation started to flow slowly, I asked simple questions to which she would give simple answers, she told me that it was a hit and run and took paramedics fifteen minutes to arrive at the scene, students at nevermore supposedly miss there history teacher and Wednesday and Enid visited with her often. I could see in her whole body language that she was deeply affected by witnessing the event.

The next few days consisted of sleep, eat, repeat- although Larissa would come in and out through the day and keep me company until I’d either fall asleep again or she was called back to pressing matters. Today was different though. Very different indeed.

When Larissa settled into the chair beside me she gave an update and rundown on how the school was going and what meetings she must attend, every time she would tell me whats scheduled for her she would say. ‘But I’ll come back here right after.’ As if leaving me alone for too long I’ll disappear, but when I think hard enough about it, I realise that it’s guilt.

Things felt as if they were finally sinking back into routine, as though they would go back to normal again and on that same thought it was shattered when a certain waitress comes waltzing into the room.

My face stiffens and Larissa turns to my line of sight, her body freezes and breathing quickens. Melanie. The bitch I blame for putting me here, for interfering with what isn’t hers to meddle with. In a high pitched voice and an oh so fake tone she spoke. “hi I just wanted to come visit and see how you were doing.” I think I would have been more akin if she was actually speaking to me. Larissa was clearly bewildered.

Larissa stood abruptly and tried to act nonchalant, she pulled the short woman into the door way and said something to her sternly, to which I could only assume was her light way of saying fuck off. Larissa looked at me for a moment and announced she was going to the lavatory before brushing past the woman and going down the hall.

Melanie, stood in the doorway with a smile on her face, yet the second Larissa was out of her sight the act dropped. She shifted back into the room and strode over to my side, she leaned down and stared to speak.

“Have any ideas of getting in-between us again and I’ll make sure that another driver doesn’t just render you unconscious.” The smirk on her face was riddled with malicious intent.

My heart skipped a beat. I had only ever spoken to this woman once or twice in passing and then all of a sudden I’m trapped between her caged arms on either side of the bed rails. I may be weak, I may be in pain, but I would never- even before the “accident” take being spoken to the way she just spoke to me.

Without thinking, my un-casted arm snatched to her throat, I focus hard as I dive deep into her mind finding her worst fear and bring it to life whilst rendering her incapacitated. Her eyes widened in terror as she choked out breath, I made her see herself failing to ever be more than she is, to be last choice, to be forgotten. ‘What a pretty little fear’ I thought as I squeezed hard enough that she cannot fathom to scream. "Stay away from her." I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

“Y/n!” Larissa’s voice jolted me out of my violent rage, I pushed the woman backwards, stumbling as she caught her feet. Larissa staunchly marched over to her, with her face displaying disgust and regret. The woman looked between the two of us, her features fearful and shocked, just as she was about to predictably make up a lie Larissa intervened.

“You will do well not to misunderstand me when I say I will make sure you are never seen again if you so much as come near me or a hair on her head again.” In that moment I felt full felt a sense of pride simmering within me.

The woman looked over to me, a small smile graced my pale lips. “What? Didn’t you know we were outcasts?” I say mockingly. I watched as she fumbled and evacuated the room, hopefully never to be seen again. Larissa apologised profusely, she was in sheer shock at what just unfolded.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. I nodded. "Don’t worry about it." She was carrying the weight of everything within the past few weeks with what had happened and she couldn’t bear to let it go. She dropped anymore to do with the matter after viewing my smiling features and satisfied smugness.

——————

When I was finally released from the hospital, Larissa was there, waiting with a car at the curb. She helped me out of the wheelchair and into the car with gentle care. The familiar weight of her presence beside me felt like a balm, soothing the ache of the past weeks. Larissa bids the chaperoning nurse goodbye before getting in the car and setting off.

As we drove through the gates of Nevermore, a strange sense of peace settled over me. This place had always been home, but now, it felt like something more almost as if everything has been shifted off its axis. When Larissa turns the car off she looks to me with a monotone expression. “Ready?” She asks. I nod and open the door. Larissa rounds the car and helps me out by wrapping an arm around my waist, I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach as she does so.

I knew full well Larissa was struggling to hold my- as well and her own weight up. And funnily enough Enid happened to be the first person in sight.

“Enid, do you mind helping miss y/l/n and myself to her room?” Enid obliged and also made several attempts to get intel on her history teachers latest gossip- to which I would just respond casually and not say anything until I address the matter at a more reasonable time.

When we finally coaxed Enid to go about her evening Larissa helped me inside, and for a moment, we just stood there, facing each other. The air between us was thick with everything unspoken, everything that had yet to be acknowledged. And then, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached for her, pulling her close and wrapping my arms around her as if I couldn’t breathe without her. She responded immediately, holding me tighter as she stroked my hair. No words were needed. In this moment, we both knew.

——————

Days passed and with them, a sense of normalcy returned to my life. Larissa visited me every day just as she did in the hospital, her presence a constant comfort. She helped me with everything—bathing, eating, dressing, physical rehabilitation. She was relentless in her care, checking in on me every hour, making sure all medications were taken, every task she deemed necessary were done all while ensuring I didn’t feel alone.

As time went on the weeks were filled with tender care, quiet moments, and the laughter we shared. I took delight in her willingness to help in any way shape or form, out of every task she so diligently did, my favourite was when she would brush my hair. The small glances in the vanity mirror, the gentle touch of her hands, the intense intimacy that lingered in the air and blushes of two women who so clearly desired much more than this, the weight of everything that had happened seemed to lift, leaving behind something deeper, something more enduring.

One evening, Larissa and I walked to the lake again obviously using a cane in one hand and the offered elbow in the other. The boardwalk creaked beneath our feet as we approached a blanket with wine and two glasses at the end. Her cheeks flushed when she saw me stop, and I couldn’t help but smile at the subtle way she tried to act casual.

We sat down, close but not quite touching, and for a long while, we were silent, just enjoying each other's company. When she poured the wine, her hands shook just slightly, and I realized that despite all her strength, she was just as vulnerable as I was.

"Y/n…" she said softly, breaking the silence. Her eyes met mine and there was something in them—something that had always been there, something I could never escape. "I love you." The words hung in the air between us.

“Larissa…” I look away solemnly. I could see her in my peripheral she looks disappointed and embarrassed, unknowing how to take back what she said. Silence beats for a few moments.

“I love you too.” I smile, for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel afraid of them. I didn’t feel the need to hold back. Her face visibly lights up as she realises that she had been tricked, she rolled her eyes in knowing. A small hearty laugh leaves her lips as a release of anxiety, I too chuckle and she moves to press her forehead against mine.

Larissa Weems x fem reader. Part two {angst}

words: idk 2.5k?

warnings: language.

note: ok idek what this is, i haven't written anything in months because of burnout, so really just something i pulled from drafts.

“Don’t.” It was to the point; it was sharp and clear. I picked up my handbag, coat and gloves and evacuated the room as swiftly as possible.

Slamming the door behind me, I could feel its vibration, the loud noise echoing through the halls and corridors, just like every one of my steps down the marble stairs. Frustratedly, I rummage through my bag to find my car keys, desperately needing something to just go my way, I plucked them out and balled the abundance of jagged metal in my fist while storming across the cobblestone to reach my car.

The second I sat in the driver's seat, tears started to roll down my cheeks and my nose started tingling, I shove the keys into the ignition and reverse out of the staff lot before practically doing a burnout when setting off. Where to go now is the question. Where to go indeed. The only home I’ve ever known is nevermore, the safe place I retreat to when the outside world is far too cruel, when normies are unkind and when life gets too much.

Every possible place I think to go isn’t an option, they are all riddled with memories of her, there’s nowhere in the whole of Jericho that I haven’t been with her, the park benches and weathervane after getting hot chocolates on a sunny winters day, the local bookstore on a windy spring morning, the clearing just off the road in the woods on a gloomy autumn afternoon, or the empty fair ground on a cool summers night.

“Oh, you would love her y/n, she very pretty and quite the catch, she flatters me all the time and is very sweet-.” “Don’t.” The conversation plays on a loop, God why? Why wasn’t I enough? The trees reflections whipping across the windscreen seemed to become faster. “Goodness, can you believe she asked me? I haven’t been on a date in years.” She had said. “Help me find something to wear dear?” She asked, and, without question I did.

My grip on the wheel becomes tighter until my knuckles turn white and crescent shapes are imbedded into my palms. Did she not know? Didn’t she realize? Has she not seen the way I look at her? Before I drive myself out of the town ship I stop on the side of the road. I just sit there, I sit and cry for a long time, even as dusk falls and night comes, I sit and cry.

Many cars have passed my own, however none caught my attention until I heard one ripping down the road sounding like it’s going a million miles an hour, when it passed the brake lights almost immediately illuminated my skin and the tires screeched as it stopped, my brows crease in confusion until it reversed back alongside me. Quickly I came to realize who it was. Larissa.

Without second thought I tried turning my car on though it wouldn’t turn over, how bloody convenient. I looked to my side to see her get out and run to my door. “Shit.” I breathed. She reached for the handle and was stunned when she couldn’t open it a dumbfounded expression overtook her pale features. “Open the door.” She pleaded I didn’t look at her, I kept my eyes in front of me still trying to start the engine. “Darling open the door.” She begged, her voice cracking and muffled by the glass.

“Y/n so help me god I will smash this window if you don’t open the damn door.” Her accent became thicker as she yelled. I just wanted her to go away, I rest my temple on the headrest in defeat. For a moment it was quiet- too quiet, that was until I heard her door slam close. I peeled my eyes open and saw her wrapping a cashmere scarf around her wrist, immediately in rage I unlocked my door and stepped out. “What the hell are you doing!?” I seethed. “What am I doing!?” She asked incredulously unwinding the material. “What the hell are you doing!? Where have you been? I called you close to forty times with no answer, I thought you were hurt! I thought something bad happened!”

“Why do you care?” I spat, the bitterness rearing its ugly head. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my friend, of course I’d care!” There it was friend. Somehow that made it worse- another kick to the guts. “Yeah, ok.” I murmured, twisting around and pulling out my bag, closing the door and storming down the tar road. “Where are you going!?” She shouted. “Away, far away from you!” I bit back.

“Stop!” She growled frustrated and confused. I ignored her request and continued walking. “Y/n!… oh, for fuck's sake.” Her voice died in her throat as she came to the conclusion that I in fact didn’t care for what she had to say. Larissa threw down the scarf and started power walking towards me, her heals clacking hard against the ground, her stride quick and harsh. “Hey-… hey! Christ just stop.” She said exasperatedly reaching my shoulder.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I shrugged her off ripping out of her grasp. “Take the hint! Larissa, I’ve made it clear enough that I don’t want to be near you!” I yelled whipping around to face her. “What have I done? What is going on? You don’t do this- you don’t pull this kind of childish behavior; I expect this from a student not you of all people.” She reacted. “Thanks, truly.” I sarcastically remarked and resumed walking.

“Fine I’ll just follow you then.” She said as if she was one upping me. “Piss off.” I said starting to walk faster. “Tell me what is going on! Please.” She asked her voice a little calmer and more desperate. I once again ignored her. “Y/n. I’m not going to stop until you tell me what has gotten into you.” She said starting to slightly limp from the ache in her feet. “What has gotten into me?… what has gotten into me?” I stopped abruptly.

I spin on the spot facing her again throwing down my bag in the middle of the road. “You.” I said creeping towards her with my finger pointed towards her chest. “You have gotten into me!” I yelled. “Me?” She asked, her brows furrowing and voice shaking. “Yes you! Day in day out, I’m sick of it!” Larissa’s posture straitened and head slightly dropped to the side in question. “Can you elaborate?” She said her eyes flicking about showing her confusion.

“It would be my pleasure. Let’s start shall we. “I’m not sure where I’m going wrong, I just wish someone would want me.” Or “I’m not good enough.” Or “y/n, why doesn’t anyone fancy me? Is it because of this or that'…or some bullshit reason.” I started, quoting just a few things from her. “What? Are you annoyed now that I actually have someone who could potentially be interested In me?” She asked furiously.

“No, I’m annoyed because of how ridiculous it is.” I retorted. “Ridiculous?” She growled through clenched teeth. “Yes. Ridiculous. How many times was I there to say those things aren’t true? How many times have I reassured and helped you? How many nights did I spend being by your side trying to make you happy!?” I asked. “What are you getting at!?” She asked, her eyes wide and lips twisted. “Months… years actually! Listening to you talk absolute garbage about yourself and continuing to do so after me telling you I’m here! - and, and now… you’re settling? for some waitress who thinks you’re pretty?” I explained looking directly in her eyes.

Larissa recoiled and looked as if she had been slapped. “Tell me how you really feel.” She murmured crossing her arms over her chest. “Jesus Christ, get a grip! Are you that thick!? I’ve been tryi-” I began. “Don’t even start, what about you! As far as I’m concerned you don’t have a great track record in relationships!” She yelled, her anger taking over once again. “Just fucking listen!” I screamed, rendering her completely silent.

When I realized she had bit her tongue and no longer wanted to argue, I started to speak again in a more relaxed tone. “I haven’t spoken, been with or even looked at anyone else. I’ve said nothing, but I’ve tried in many ways to show you, to tell you… every single time you have had a problem, a bad day, needed help, needed comfort, who’s been there? Me. I have. I know you better than anyone and I’m telling you that, that woman isn’t for you.” I stated.

“Right. So, your jealous that you're not the one who’s getting the chance with her, is that what you're saying? Because I thought you would be happy for me, out of all people y/n.” She said quickly and bitterly. “No that’s not-” I try. “I’ve heard enough, you want to be left alone fine, go ahead.” She said rolling her eyes and turning around to walk back to her car. “Larissa.” It’s her turn to ignore me. Before she got too far, I reached for her wrist without thinking and stopped her.

“I am.” I said quietly, pulling her to turn back toward me. “Your what?” She asked back. “Jealous.” I express timidly, looking away from her but keeping the firm grip. “But not of you… of her… I’m jealous of her.” I said just above a whisper. I look back up, my gaze trailing from her shins to the hem of her dress, to the waist belt of her grey coat, to her neck, lips and face, her very confused face.

“I’ve tried to tell you… I’ve tried everything apart from actually saying it.” I said loosening the grip on her wrist. “Do you have any idea how hard it was? How hard it is to listen to you talk about someone else making you happy? Someone else who can see the side of you I’ve only ever wished to be privileged to see?” Larissa’s face dropped; her angered expression melted away as I continued.

“What?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.” I said in the same level of tone, goosebumps forming over my body as a shiver made its way down my spine, right there I knew I ruined everything. I close my eyes and let go of her wrist, I could hear her take a step, but it wasn’t back towards her car, it was to me, my eyes snap open as I feel her entire body engulf mine, in all the years of our friendship we’ve never hugged like that. Not once.

Together we stood planted in the middle of the road not daring to move an inch, it felt like it lasted a lifetime but in reality, it was only a few moments. My head and my heart were reeling, so many emotions, so many feelings, so many memories, so many 'what ifs'. “Larissa.” I said into her chest. “I know.” Was the reply. “Let me say it.” I murmured, Larissa’s chest heaved and contracted deeply, she guided one of her hands to rest on my temple and forehead moving the fallen hair in front of my eyes. “Look at me… please.” She asked pulling back just a little.

I lifted my gaze to her eyes and held the lapels of her coat, smoothing them and giving myself time to breathe. “I…” I swallowed. “I, love you.” I said quietly, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. “I have for so long.” I breathed, finally after God knows how long I finally said it, although my relief was short lived when I saw Larissa face slowly revert back to one of distain.

“This isn’t fair.” She said pulling away and taking a step back her brows furrowing and unable to look me in the eye. “What?” I asked in disbelief. “I-… I liked you for a long while y/n, but now you choose to tell me?” It took every inch of me to not cry immediately. "What are you saying?" I asked dumbfounded, feeling bile build up in my throat. Completely taken aback, I recoiled and was in such a state of disbelief that I turned around in utter shock, plucked my bag from the ground and resumed trekking down the road.