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Hii , I was wondering if you could do a Zelda spellman x fem reader who is a mortal where Zelda is nervous about reader meeting her family and just a lot of fluff . Thanks !!!

Rematch (Zelda Spellman x f!reader)

Synopsis:  A conversation between you and Zelda about meeting her family, people changing, and snowball fights.

Pairing: Zelda Spellman x reader (pre-established romantic relationship implied)

Word Count: 400

Warnings: Some very minor hurt/comfort. Mostly fluff.

Authors Note: Hope you like it, and that I understood the request correctly!

“I’m sure they’ll like me.” You sat on your couch and wrapped your arms around Zelda. She had been worried about you meeting her family for a few months now, and even though there hasn’t been any solid plans made, you both knew it’d have to happen sometime or another.

“Of course they will.” Zelda rested her head on your shoulder and sighed deeply. “But you’re a mortal… It’s just not done. Or at least it wasn’t for a long time. Things are changing.”

“Changing for the better, Zelds. And from what I’ve heard of your family, they don’t seem like the type of people to care about that sort of thing.”

Zelda turned her head downwards to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “I know… You’re right, but I always was the type of person to care.”

“People change. You can change, you know?”

Zelda let out a hum and closed her eyes. “I didn’t think I ever would.”

“Life is full of surprises.” You gave a weak smile and ran your fingers through her hair. “It’s okay to not know how to handle them.”

“How profound.” Zelda said jokingly, letting out a little laugh.

“Hey, I’m serious!”

“I’ll talk to them about you.” Zelda raised her head to look you in the eyes. “And maybe if that goes well, we can plan something.”

You gave an affirmative nod. “Sounds like a perfect plan.”

She leaned forward and kissed you chastely on the forehead, leaving a little lipstick stain. “And don’t say anything too embarrassing.” She added.

“Like what?” You laughed and furrowed your eyebrows. “Like how cute I think you are? Or how you’ll let me braid your hair sometimes?”

“Yes exactly like that!”

“Alright, alright. Promise. No embarrassing stories about baking cookies with you, or snowball fights, or-”

“That’s enough of that!”

“If you say so… But I still think I deserve a rematch. You totally cheated!”

“You can’t cheat in a snowball fight!” Zelda protested. “You just throw the snow!”

“You’re not supposed to hit people in the face! It’s cheating!”

“Next time it snows, we can have a rematch.” Zelda said, giving up.

You narrowed your eyes a little. “And no throwing at my face! It’s a rule!”

“Deal.”

“Wasn’t a negotiation!”

Zelda rolled her eyes and pulled away to stand up. “I think it’s getting late. We should eat dinner.”

You stood up as well, beginning to walk in the direction of the kitchen with her. “Can we have spaghetti?”

“No! We had that last week.”

“Awe. I liked it though.”

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Just checked tumblr for the first time in a little bit to the delight that I have requests????? I'm going to try to start working through some of these, and I'm so excited!

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👉👈 Larissa/f!reader where reader is too nervous to go to the rave'n because of all the people that will be there so Larissa dances with them somewhere private? Just something cute and sweet and sfw 🙏🙏🙏 I am ravenous for fluffy stuff.

Our Own Private World (Larissa Weems/Reader)

Synopsis:  ^^ Request

Pairing: Larissa Weems x reader (pre-established romantic relationship implied)

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Talk about social anxiety.

Author’s Note: I hope I did this request justice because It absolutely has my heart rn.

Big social events were never something you liked going to. It was just overwhelming. All of the people and the noises made you feel like your head was spinning. So, when Larissa Weems asked you to the Rave’N, you spilled your heart out right then and there.

“I just don’t want to disappoint you. It’s too much for me! I love you, really, so much. It’s just all those people, I can-” You were abruptly cut off and pulled into a hug.

“You don’t have to justify yourself to me.” Larissa said softly. “If it would make you more comfortable, we could have our own little Rave’N. Tuesday night, in my office.”

You pulled back a little bit from the hug. “Just the two of us?” You asked, looking up at her.

Larissa gave an affirmative nod. “Just the two of us. I promise.”

Larissa was good at calming you down and reassuring you. Just her very presence had a tendency to make you feel a million times safer.

You leaned up to give her a peck on the cheek and parted from the hug.

“I can’t wait.”

The agreed upon night came quickly. You put on your favorite formal outfit and knocked rhythmically on Larissa’s office door.

You were greeted with a warm smile, and a single white rose. Larissa tucked the flower into your hair as an accessory. “You look magnificent.” She said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but to blush. In the back of your head, you promised yourself to get a nice vase for the flower if it survived the rest of the night. Although nothing could really be as special as the person who gave it to you.

Larissa led your into the office and shut the door behind her. The room was quiet, all except for a turntable playing a gentle melody.

“May I have this dance?” Larissa extended her hand to you dramatically and giggled a little.

“How could I say no?” You took her hand and pressed yourself against her, lying your head on her chest as you slow danced.

The warmth coming off of your partners body made you feel like you could stay here forever, safely wrapped up in her arms. And although you knew that was somewhat impossible, you would damn sure be staying for as long as you could.

“This is more magical than the ‘real’ Rave’N could ever be.” You muttered out contently. “Thank you, for this.”

“Anything to see you smile.” Larissa raised one of her hands to run her fingers through your hair.

You laughed softly. “Well, you don’t have to go to the ends of the earth for that.”

“Is that so?”

“You make me smile all the time. Just by being you.”

Larissa let out a happy sigh. “I couldn’t be more glad about that darling.”

You were never one for dances. But this? This was perfect. No strangers, no nausea inducing lights, no pressure to be presentable. Just Larissa, just you.

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The Morning After. (Drabble) (Ambrose Spellman/Reader)

Synopsis: You have breakfast with your friend Ambrose after sleeping over.

Pairing: Ambrose Spellman/gn!reader (Platonic implied, could be read as otherwise though.)

Word Count: 308

Warnings: None! Just a neat lil' breakfast drabble.

You woke up to warm sunlight hitting your face through a window. You peeled your eyes open and took in your surroundings. Lately, you seemed to have made a habit of waking up in this room. Nothing too serious, though. You and Ambrose Spellman were friends. You came to visit him often, and sometimes those visits turned into long nights lying next to each other and talking about who knows what.

“Ambrose?” You called out, but got no reply. You assumed that he must’ve already been downstairs by now. Groggily, you picked yourself up and started down.

“Are you down here?” You called out again, this time being met with a reply. “In the kitchen!”

Ambrose sat at the table, eating breakfast with the rest of the household. You hadn’t talked with any of them, not enough to know what would be appropriate anyway. You stood in the doorway and gave a meek wave.

Ambrose cleared his throat dramatically. “Aunties, Sabrina, I’d like you to meet one of my friends.”

Zelda, Ambrose’ aunt, looked up from her paper briefly to give you a stern look over. “So that’s what you’re doing holed up in your room.”

Ambrose ignored the comment, and gestured to a chair next to him. “Waffle?”

“No thank you. I’m not really that hungry.” You went to sit down beside your friend and gave a smile. “They do smell amazing though.”

“They are amazing! Aunt Hilda works magic in the kitchen… Pun intended.”

You stifled a laugh, letting yourself get more comfortable around the new group. “I’m sure she does.”

Hilda, despite your previous objections, put a plate down in front of you. “You should try to eat, flower.” She insisted. “A good breakfast makes a good day.”

You laughed, and took a bite. It was delicious. Maybe you’d eat a whole plate after all.

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liv with her hair down ? a-

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Why sleep when I could work on 7 different projects all at the same time and have them all turn out mediocre?

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Masterlist/Request Info

Hi! Welcome to my blog! Below you'll find information on what I write, and what I don't write. As well as the fandoms I write for! Before continuing, remember that my fanfics may contain some NSFW content from time to time. Anything that contains NSFW content will be labeled as such, along with relevant CWs. If you are a minor, or uncomfortable with that type of content, I advise you to click away now! My list probably looks a little empty right now, because this is a new account, but I (try to) update often!

What I write: Romance, some NSFW, a whole lot of fluff. Will write most kinks besides what is listed on my "do not write" list. I prefer writing f!reader or nb!reader/gn!reader, but can do any depending on the vibe.

What I don't write: Noncon, feet, piss, scat, romance or NSFW involving any children/those under 18. (Note: I can, and most likely will add to this list in the future. This is just off the top of my head.)

How to request: Go to THIS LINK (or to my ask box!) and write your request. Please include any information you think I should know about your request! Feel free to suggest a fandom or character that is not included on my masterlist, this is just stuff I intend to get to!

Click "Keep Reading" to see what fandoms and characters a write for, as well as a list of all of my currently published works!

Wednesday/The Addams Family

Larissa Weems

Killing Me Softly (Larissa Weems/f!reader) (NSFW)

Our Own Private World (Larissa Weems/gn!reader)

Morticia Addams

Nothing yet!

Doctor Who

Thirteenth Doctor

Nothing yet!

Yasmin Kahn

Nothing yet!

NOTE: I have only recently started watching. I started on S11, and I'm on S12 now. I know some, but not all, of the previous lore/events. Already having a great time with this show, and would love to write some neat stuff for it, but bare with me while I get my footing in this fandom.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

The Morning After. (Drabble) (Ambrose/gn!reader)

Zelda Spellman

Rematch (Zelda Spellman/f!reader)

Hilda Spellman

Nothing yet!

Into the Spider-Verse

Olivia Octavius

Nothing yet!

Aunt May

Nothing yet!

Mrs. Fletcher

Eve Fletcher

Nothing yet!

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Killing Me Softly (Larissa Weems/Reader)

Synopsis: Principal Weems notices you're nervous around her, and invites you to the Weathervane to clear any tension between you. What starts as a promising friendship turns into... something else.

Pairing: Larissa Weems x teacher!reader. f!reader implied.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: NSFW/Sexual Content

Author's Note: Absolutely did not go into this intending to write smut but here we are.

You sat silently in principal Weems’ office, listening to the ticking sound from a clock on the wall. Larissa sat across from you tapping two of her fingers on her desk. She had called you in to talk about something, and even though you had just been hired as a teacher at Nevermore a few weeks ago, principal Weems already made you extremely nervous.

“I called you in here to ask if you’d like to have a drink with me this afternoon, after school. I can tell there’s some tension between us, and I’d like to clear it.”

“I think I would like that.” You quietly replied, It took all you had in you not to let out an audible sigh of relief that you weren’t in trouble for something. You knew, logically, that you shouldn’t be this scared of principal Weems. It isn’t like you have anything to feel guilty about, right?

“Great. Do you like The Weathervane?” Larissa looked at you with her full attention. It felt intense, and gave you feelings that you didn’t quite know how (or want) to dissect right now. You just nodded, unable to force a reply out of your mouth.

Larissa stood up to walk you out, giving you a gentle smile. “You don’t have to be nervous around me darling, I don’t intend to be your enemy.”

You made it to The Weathervane earlier than planned. It was all you were able to think about for the rest of the day, and you weren’t entirely sure if you were excited or scared. You watched the door, fidgeting with your hands. You really hated this feeling. It was like you were a student going out on your first date all over again. Except you weren’t a student, and this wasn’t a date.

When Larissa finally walked in, she was all grace and elegance. As always. She waved at you and walked over to sit in the seat across from you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her even for a moment. She had a presence that filled a room in such a way that you weren’t sure why everyone else wasn’t staring at her.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” Larissa didn’t give you much time to reply before waving over the waiter and ordering for the both of you. You were surprised that she remembered your favorite, you had only mentioned it in passing once.

“Principal Weems, I’m sorry if I’ve been impolite.” You began, getting straight to the point of this meeting. “It hasn’t been my intention.”

Larissa laughed a little. “Larissa. Call me Larissa. We’re not at work, and this isn’t a formal meeting. I was hoping with could build some sort of friendship.”

You smiled, and nodded softly. “I would really like that, Larissa.” You were already gaining some confidence in speaking to her. Maybe this whole thing was a good idea after all.

You talked about a lot of things with Larissa. You felt more comfortable to talk to her in this setting, and might have even overshared a few times. You lost track of time, and were asked to leave at closing.

You stepped outside on the sidewalk and let the night air hit you. It was cold and dark tonight. Jericho was usually off putting to you, and now was no exception. Larissa placed her hand on your back and let out a little hum. The physical contact made your face go red. You looked down, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“Let me drive you home.” Larissa offered, although not in a tone that gave much room for you to question it.

She walked you to her car and opened the door for you. When you were both inside, she turned on the heater and sat for a moment, letting the warm air fight off the chill. You sighed and turned to look at her in the seat next to you. “I wish I didn’t have to go home yet.”

She turned to meet your gaze, but didn’t say anything for what felt like forever. “I don’t want you to either.” She spoke in a voice quieter than you had ever heard her speak in.

After a few moment of silence, you realized just how close together the two of you really were. You leaned in a little and planted a chaste kiss on the corner of Larissa’s mouth. It left a faint stain from your lipstick.

Larissa smiled and turned away from you to start the vehicle. You wished she would say something, or kiss you again. You don’t know what even came over you to think you should’ve done that in the first place. After a few moments of driving, you finally blurted out a nearly incoherent apology. “I’m sorry, that was unprofessional of me. I promise I won’t let it happen again.”

She glanced at you, but quickly returned her gaze to the road ahead. “I didn’t mind it.” She spoke so matter-of-factually that it was a little jarring. “Don’t apologize.”

You sat in silence for the remainder of the car ride. You wanted to kiss her again right then and there, and probably would’ve if it wasn’t for the danger of getting into an accident. The car ride went by fast, you sat parked in the driveway for a few minutes, just looking at her. Like you were looking for the right words to beg her not to leave you.

“Larissa… I had fun tonight.” You whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. “I don’t want tonight to be over.”

Larissa took your hand and squeezed it affectionately, before leaning down to kiss it. “Do you want me to come inside with you?”

You looked away from her, trying to hide how red your face is for the second time tonight. “I would love that.”

She smiled, and moved to get out, quickly coming around to open the door for you. “Watch your step.” She said with a little laugh, extending her hand to help you out.

“Aren’t you polite?” You joked, and leaned into her touch as much as you could as you stepped out of the car and shut the door behind you. Larissa kissed your hand again, this time leaving a trail of kisses up your arm and stopping at your neck. You shivered softly at the affection, unable to hold back a little smile. The exchange grew more intense quickly. She kissed you hard, mixing your lipsticks to create the most perfect color you had ever seen.

A sharp moan left your mouth as you felt a hand running down your hips and pressing you onto the cold metal behind you. Larissa pulled back a little to see your reaction, and let a hand slip under your waistline. “Do you want to do this? Here?”

You nodded affirmatively. “Please, Larissa. I want you.” You managed out, pulling her a little closer.

Larissa smiled, satisfied, and slipped her hand a little lower. “Do you think you can be quiet for me? You wouldn’t want your neighbors to hear you.”

You bit your lip hard as she began to touch you. She was right, if any of your neighbors heard this you would never live it down. You buried your head in her neck and stifled as many of the moans as you could manage to.

Larissa was amused by how hard you were trying to be quiet. She sped up, watching and listening to you squirm under her. She clearly wasn’t planning on making this easy for you.

You tightened your grip around Larissa as you got closer to climax, completely expecting to fall apart in her arms, but she abruptly stopped and gave you a little smirk.

“I want to hear you beg for it.” She said simply. “Show me how much you want me.”

“Please” You managed out, taking a moment to gather more words. “Please Larissa, I want you to make me yours. More than anything right now. Please.”

Satisfied, Larissa continued. Fast and abrupt, without any ease back into it or warning. “I want you to be mine.” She whispered, using her free hand to hold you as still as she could.

You came fast and hard. Stifling a whimper and clutching onto the taller woman with all of your strength. “Thank you. Thank you.” You managed in-between breaths. You let yourself come apart for her, like putty melting in her hands. It was perfect, like nothing you had ever experienced before. You trusted Larissa with everything in you. You trusted her not to hurt you, after all of this.

"We should do this again sometime." You finally said after catching your breath.

Larissa laughed at the abruptness of the statement. "Yes, I think we should."