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Why not me? Pt2.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

I leaned in, slowly closing the gap between us. Our lips met in a kiss—soft, hesitant at first, but it quickly deepened, an outpouring of everything we had been through, everything we had held back. There was no hesitation now, no fear. Just the certainty that we had finally found each other. When we pulled away, breathless, we both knew that everything had changed. No matter what the future held, we were ready to face it together.

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