#principal weems headcanon

[cissyenthusiast010155]

I just read your April Fools's fic with Larissa!! I LOVED IT!!! I was wondering if you could write another Larissa/teacher fic with the sex pollen? But maybe this time it could be: they don't like each other at all so they're really trying to understand what's happening and trying to fight it really hard until it's not possible anymore? Pleaseee?☺

Heyyyyy anon!! I feel like what your describing would go really well with enemies to lovers so I sprinkled some of that in there… Hope you enjoy! ❤️‍🔥💋

What the Body Wants Pt. 1 ~Larissa Weems xFem teacher!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, bit angst, smut, teasing, sex pollen, drugging, eating out, masturbation, voyeaurism, grinding, scissoring, orgasm denial, exhibitionist kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

You had been working at Nevermore for multiple years now. And you enjoyed the job a great deal.

For the most part...

You loved the students and the work. The environment of outcasts felt homey to you. And you enjoyed most of your colleagues.

Most...

From the minute your and Larissa Weems’ paths collided, you both knew you were not each others cup of tea. She had taken the position of headmistress in your third year at the school, and the pair of you had immediately come to the conclusion it was best to walk separate paths.

You had a tendency to second guess her decisions...

Larissa had a tendency to undermine you...

It was just a back and forth game of tension and frustration. So you both stayed away. Because when caught in the same room, your colleagues sometimes worried you two would break out into a full-on fist fight. For the most part, this method worked. You didn’t have to see her annoying face or listen to her ongoing speech.

Except for monthly staff meetings.

Those were inevitable and miserable… A time where you both had to suck it up and sit in a room together for hours at a time...

Today was no exception. You sighed as you entered the dreaded meeting, plopping down in your usual seat with a huff. Larissa gave you a side eye, which you kindly returned with a light glare. The meeting droned on and you could focus on any of it. Your mind was on one thing: Larissa.

Every time she stood up to speak…

Every time to rustled her notes…

Every time she goddamn breathed it set you off…

Finally, the meeting came to its agonizing end. You made a beeline for the door the second Larissa had dismissed the group. As you exited, Marilyn pulled you aside into a corner of the corridor.

“Hey Y/N, Can I talk with you for a second?” She asked.

“Yea, Marilyn, what’s up?”

“I’m doing a small get together Saturday morning with only a few people for some tea that I made myself!” Marilyn eagerly explained, “I was wondering if you would join me??”

You lightly smiled at how bright and eager Marilyn could be.

“Sure, Mar. I’d love that.”

“Great! See you tomorrow at 9 then!”

At that, Marilyn walked away with a skip, and you went in the opposite direction. From a distance you swore u heard Mariltn saying “Larissa! So glad you decided to join us tomorrow!”

But you brushed it off, as Larissa playing tricks with your mind again.

She had a tendency to do that…

Getting in your head…

Anyways, eventually Saturday morning rolled around…

At 8:50, you began walking down to Marilyn’s Greenhouses. As you walked near, you could hear voices in the Greenhouse already. You opened the latch to the foggy glass door and stepped in. But you stopped in your tracks at what you saw…

Marilyn was serving tea to Larissa… You gulped and tried to think of any possible excuse to get out of this. You couldn’t think of one.

Marilyn had cornered you.

And Larissa.

“Y/N! I’m so glad your here, come in! Larissa and I just started to pour some tea!” Marilyn exclaimed with a hint of mischievousness in the twinkle of her eyes.

You walked in and sat. And you said nothing. Larissa also had become silent the second she had seen you.

Her eyes had widened and her breath had fled from her…

“Here, have some tea!” Marilyn said, pouring you the same cup as Larissa’s.

Again, the greenhouse went silent.

“Please, do drink! I’d really like to know what you guys think!” Marilyn pled with excitement.

You both, not wanting to disappoint Marilyn and trying to find anything to avoid the tension, began to sip your teas. After a few minutes of awkward silence and sipping of tea, Marilyn got up and announced something.

“I think I forgot something in my… other greenhouse! Be right back!”, before leaving the two of you. And closing the door, with a click.

“No Mar, wait!” You yelled, getting up to follow Marilyn.

But when you reached the door, it was locked. In frustration, you pulled on it harder, but it wouldn’t budge. Larissa sighed in annoyance, “Let me try.”

You rolled your eyes and backed up with your hands up.

“Alright, but it won’t open. She’s locked it.” you gritted out.

Now it was Larissa’s turn to roll her eyes as she used her strength to tug at the door. Nothing. You were stuck. For who knows how long. Larissa let out a grunt in frustration.

What other sounds could that pretty mouth make…?

You cringed as you realized your internal thought. Not knowing what to do and feeling a bit lightheaded, you decided it would be best to sit back down.

Your heart race had picked up, which could very logically be explained by the fact that Marilyn had trapped you in a greenhouse with Larissa Weems… In any rate, you unconsciously picked up the tea cup and began sipping it.

You were nervous and the tea wasn’t actually that bad. It tasted like crisp winter with waves of spicey warmth, a sweet but tangy kick to the flavor…

Kind of what Larissa might taste like…

You physically cringed now, having to compose yourself from your rampant thoughts. You noted that your heart rate had now doubled in its pace… And was it getting a bit too hot in here…? You lightly fanned yourself with your hand, while taking another sip of your tea.

“Put the tea down.”

The voice came out of nowhere, but it was clearly Larissa. You swiveled your head, still holding the tea, to meet the woman’s gaze. For the first time, you actually took the time to take the woman standing in front of you in…

You noticed the beads of sweat rolling down her face…

You noticed her hair frizzing more than usual…

You noticed her pursed, plump lips…

“Sorry…?” You tried to snark, but your voice faltered.

“I said to put the tea down.” Larissa repeated in her usual demeaning and stern tone.

“Why? It’s actually quite good, you should try some.” You quipped back.

“I did. All of it, and that’s the problem.” She gritted out almost growling, her voice shifting down an octave.

Now you were really confused. And hot. Fuck was it hot in this greenhouse. You placed your now empty tea cup on the table with a emphasized slam.

“Happy now?”

Larissa chuckled, “No, not in the slightest.”

You groaned in frustration, “God Larissa, that was a hypothetical question…”

Larissa rolled her eyes at you, as you caught a falter in her step. She too sat down quickly.

“Are you alright?”

“No. I have been trying to tell you.” She seethed.

“Oh for fucks, sake! What is your fucking problem?” You raised your volume.

“Must you be so crass?” She bit back.

“Yes! Now are you going to tell me or not??” You practically yelled.

“Lower your voice.” Larissa commanded, lowering her own voice even more.

You only now noticed your sweating and that your heart race was furious at this point. And that Larissa’s words went straight to your core.

What?? Why?? How?? This made no sense…

You clenched your fists in frustration at the woman and groaned in response. When you had had your moment, Larissa continued,

“I think we’ve been drugged. I think the tea was some sort of ambrosiac…”

Your ears pricked up at this, and your head immediately swiveled back to the blonde.

“Sorry, what?” You genuinely asked, needing to process her words.

“Marilyn drugged us, Y/N. I do not know why and I certainly do not understand why she would lock us in here for it, but regardless, we don’t know the extent of the drug or any of the intentions along with it.”

You just laughed at this. You couldn’t help yourself, you burst out in laughter. Larissa was puzzled and stunned.

“Is this funny to you??” She demanded, vexed that you weren’t taking this as serious as she was.

“Yes… Yes, actually it is…” you chuckled, trying and managing to control your outburst.

“Do enlighten me about what is so funny about a staff member drugging two other colleagues and locking them in a greenhouse….” Larissa seethed.

Your mind was reeling and all over the place. You couldn’t control what did and didn’t come out of your mouth at this point.

“It’s funny that you don’t understand why Marilyn did this! I mean come on, she gives us an ambrosiac tea and locks us in her greenhouse…??” You suggestively say to Larissa.

But blank eyes stared back at you. Not blank actually, fiery and seething…

“She wants us to fuck, Larissa!!” You blurted out in laughter.

But as soon as those words left your mouth, you realized your own conclusion and immediately stopped laughing. The room seemed awfully tense now… And oddly spinning…? Now it was Larissa’s turn to have a burst of laughter,

“You…You can’t be serious…!” She laughed.

You bit your lip, feeling very bouncy and energetic all of a sudden.

“Yep.” You simply stated, as you stood up.

Larissa could not contain her amusement.

“And why on earth would Marilyn want that?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Do you want it?” She pointedly asked.

You turned around to face her at the bizarre seeming statement.

“No. Do you?”

“Not in the slightest.” She replied.

You hummed in response. Your heart rate was still through the roof and you had started to sweat. You were also getting hotter by the minute.

So hot you just wanted to rip the clothes right off your body…

“So I suppose we will just have to wait for the ambrosiac to wear off.” Larissa decisively stated.

You took a moment to respond, needing to lean against a table to help ground your breathing, “Yes, it seems that way…”

Larissa was in a similar state, holding onto a desk to keep herself grounded.

“It’s oddly hot in here isn’t it?” You huffed.

“Yes it is…”

And before you could stop yourself, you were speaking,

“Would you mind if I took my shirt off?”

Silence. You immediately cringed yet again and quickly tried to explain yourself,

“Not in any sexual way, I just meant that It’s far too hot in here for me! Only if your comfortable with—”

“Sure.” was the simple response you received.

Larissa couldn’t ask the same thing as she was wearing a dress.

Although, you certainly wouldn’t mind her asking and complying…

Taking your mind back out of the gutter, you removed your shirt. A slight gasp came from across the room, and your head shot up. You found an almost stunned looking Larissa with a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“I like your bra.”

She likes your black laced bra…

You wonder whether she’d like it on the floor even more…

“Thanks.”

Now you were left in your bra and trousers, and your body still burning with heat… You started pacing the room. The wind made your skin go a little less crazy…

Larissa groaned again in frustration and got up to start banging on the greenhouse door. At one point she determined that her efforts were fruitless as she went to go and sat back down again.

But along the way, you both clumsily ran into each other. You gripped Larissa’s forearms for support and the contact with her skin made your mind go dizzy. She meanwhile had grabbed your torso and arm to keep you from falling.

Now you both stood there in silence, not breaking the connection. All the pain and overwhelming heat went away.

And then Larissa broke from the trance and quickly pulled back from the contact. A slight whimper escaped your lips as the waves of heat and dizziness and overwhelmingness hit you again only they were intensified.

And a very strong ache in between your legs was becoming more and more apparent… You looked over to Larissa who staggered and then sat herself done again.

“There… There has to be an antidote somewhere here…” you panted, your breathing now labored and short.

“Already checked. Nothing that I could find...” Larissa responded in a strained tone.

“Fuck…” you whimpered, the pain in your body getting worse, “I can’t take much more of this… I feel like I’m about to combust…”

“I have an idea…” Larissa spoke out hesitantly.

You nodded and hummed in her direction.

“We… Maybe if we sated ourselves, then it would go away…?” She barely whispered.

You looked at the blonde with your hodded eyes and cocked an eyebrow at her, “You’re taking about you fucking yourself and me fucking myself just in the middle of this greenhouse in front of each other?”

Larissa’s face contorted at your choice of words yet again, but her expression quickly changed to a serious one, “Yes.”

You hummed in response. Your body was so on fire. Your mind told you no to Larissa’s idea but your body was screaming yes.

“Ok.” you shakily breathed out, “We’ll just do our own things I assume, then?”

“Yes…” Larissa met your breathy voice.

You nodded in response and leaned back in your chair a bit to get comfortable. You unbuttoned your trousers and snuck your hand down until your fingers reached your knickers. Your body was in a frenzy and hyper needy, so the second you slipped your finger into your aching cunt, you couldn’t help the moan of relief that escaped your lips.

Up to this point, Larissa had just been unabashedly staring at you. Your moan had sent sparks straight to her core. It woke her back up from her trance. Larissa rolled up her dress and removed her knickers easily.

You glanced over to the blonde, while you were fucking yourself in the way you knew your body responded best, and you found a direct view of the blonde having scrunched up her dress and her fingers skillfully circling her clit.

And when she inserted her own finger into her cunt… Oh God, you swore you could have cum right then and there from the pornographic moan that Larissa let out…

You both continued your administrations, becoming more and more enveloped in the lust of it all. You found yourself staring at Larissa as she fucked herself, taking in all her little whimpers, cries, and moans. And vice versa. Larissa couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of you.

Before either of you knew it and out of knowhere, you were both cumming with strangled cries and moans. You panted heavily and looked over to the blissed out blonde who looked heavenly. You had seen her when you came… The tightness and pain in your body seemed to be gone.

“Fuck…” Larissa breathlessly chuckled with small smile on her face.

Her explicit words ignited the fire back into your core and it all came back…

“OhHhhH shit…” you groaned as the wave of everything that was too much hit you once more.

Your words seemed to trigger Larissa as the smile was quick to fade from her face as her face contorted back into the pain filled frame from mere minutes ago.

“I don’t think it worked…” you groaned, having fallen to the floor and cradling yourself in some attempt of comfort.

“It seemed to for a while…” Larissa groaned right back, “I thought it would work…”

“I know. It was worth a try.” You comforted the frustrated blonde who was leaning against the table leg and spread out on the floor.

Silence ensued.

“I saw you…” you whispered.

“Sorry?”

“It felt better when I came and saw you…” you confessed, having to close your eyes because it was all becoming too much.

There was no response for a minute or so.

“I…I saw you too…” Larissa confesses in a hushed tone.

At her words, you moved to cradling yourself in a upwards position on the floor and met Larissa’s stunning yet glazed over sapphire eyes.

“My body wants you…” you confessed with a deep breath and your eyes looking down to the ground.

“And your mind?” She asked.

“I don’t know what my mind wants.” you whispered.

“That makes sense. The aphrodisiac most likely has the power to affect the body but not—”

Larissa didn’t have the chance to finish her thought as you and lunged forward and crashed your lips into hers. Larissa’s response was immediate, moving you to straddle her lap, she moaned into the kiss.

You pulled away after a minute having doubts, breathlessly panting, “I’m sorry. This doesn’t make sense.”

You went to pull away, but Larissa grabbed your hips and ground them against her own. You both let out embarrassingly loud moans, making Larissa tilt her head back with a small smirk,

“I think it makes perfect sense… We only feel better when we’re in direct contact… and right now, I think your wearing far too many articles of clothing…” she lustfully purred.

Larissa continued to grind her hips into yours, and you crashed your lips back into hers in response. The pair of you were a whimpering, needy mess on the floor, grinding into one another and sloppily kissing each others lips.

In response to her comment, you made quick work of your bra, throwing it aside. Larissa audibly moaned out in delight at the sight of your freed tits. Your nipples were so hard, you swore you could pop them.

You thrust your chest towards Larissa who was starting at your jiggling tits, “God please Larissa… touch me…” you breathlessly pled with the blonde.

The blonde happily obliged, wrapping her tongue around one of your hard buds and nipping and toying with her tongue. Your back arched in pleasure and your hands flew to Larissa’s hair. The pins had to go.

With your hips swaying in a rhythm and still grinding into one another, Larissa skillfully teased and marked your nipples and neck line, while you rushed to remove all the pins in her hair. Her beautiful locks cascaded down to her shoulders and your brain short circuited completely.

Larissa removed her lips from your puffy and marked bud with a pop, meeting your gaze, “What…?” She chuckled at your gawking state.

You ground against the blondes heat once more and with a pout breathlessly whined, “Clothes… need to go…”

At that Larissa eyes were completely taken by dark lust and desperation. She quickly took you off her lap, and before you could complain, she was unzipping her dress. You quickly followed with your trousers. When you looked back up to Larissa, she was in nothing but a cream satin lingerie set.

She stalked towards you, pining you against one of the greenhouse lab tables. With ease, she lifted you onto the table and slid her form in between your legs. You responded by immediately attaching your legs to her waist and pulling her face down to smash you lips against hers again.

As much as you would have loved to take a minute and explore the beautiful blondes mouth, you were desperate. As Larissa ravaged your mouth, you were quickly to unclip her bra, letting her creamy, soft, luscious tits free from their confinement.

“Fuck ‘Rissa…” you breathed out, your pupils dialating even more at you taking in her stunning form.

Larissa blushed at the nickname and how speechless her body had made you. But she was desperate too…

“As much as I love you ogling my tits, Darling… If I don’t have your face in my cunt in the next few minutes, I’ll fucking die…” Larissa groaned.

You licked your lips at Larissa’s words and nodded eagerly. You stripped your knickers off with haste. The two of you hastily swapped position, and you placed yourself right at the blondes thighs. You could see a soaking wet patch in her knickers, which only turned you on more.

Larissa needily bucked her hips into your face, “please fuck me please…!” She mewled.

And you happily obliged. You could already smell the scent of her arousal through her knickers. You tore her knickers off and threw them with her dress on the floor. Tonguing through her folds only made your body go into more of a frenzy. Every moan and cry that came from Larissa’s lips sent you spiraling.

Larissa’s hand shot down to grab ahold of your hair as the other stabilized her on the table. Strings of obscenities flowed from her smerred red lips as you explored her folds. Her legs clenched deliciously around your head, suffocating you in a manner that you couldn’t want any more than you did right now.

You noted that Larissa tasted like that tea, but wayyy more concentrated and far more delicious… Your tongue lapped through Larissa’s folds and in her walls with fervor, until she her walls were fluttering around your tongue more and more.

“Fuuuuck Darling M’mm gonna cum!!” Larissa moaned out, pushing your face deeper inside her cunt.

“Fuck ‘Rissa tastes so good… God cum for me please…!!” You groaned in response, which sent her even closer to her climax.

You attached your thumb to her clit, remembering the movement you saw her do to herself and you quickly circled the bundle of nerves sloppily. Larissa’s eyes rolled back as she came with the cry of your name on her tongue, her thighs depriving you of oxygen as they pressed together only pushing you further into her cunt, which was squirting plentiful amounts of cum on your face.

You moaned in delight as you ate her out, her walls clenching around your tongue. The blonde let go of your hair and you pulled out of your meal to look up at her. She was panting heavily with glazed over eyes as she stared down at you.

“Christ, you’re fantastic at that…” Larissa breathlessly chuckled, her body giving out on her causing her to collapse on the table.

But you two were by no means through…

You chuckled back at the blissed out blonde, “I’d clean you up but I’d rather feel your juices on my own pussy…”

At your words, Larissa sat up fully, eyes wide at your words, and she practically jumped off the table with her wobbly legs making her immediately collapse on the floor and taking you with her. You both laughed at her miscalculated act.

“Shit, when’s the last time someone properly fucked you?” You laughed, “Or am I just that good…?”

Larissa smacked your arm at your words and you wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. Damn was her laugh intoxicating…

But you quickly shut Larissa up by interlocking your legs and rolling your hips into the blondes, your dripping core grinding against Larissa’s. Your action immediately made Larissa’s eyes roll back in pleasure yet again and elicited another delicious moan from her lips. Her moan was quickly followed by a straggled cry of pleasure of your own.

Now Larissa was the one who caught you by surprise, rolling her hips into yours in unison to your moan.

“Shiiiit ‘Rissa! Do that again and M’mmm gonna cum…!!” You cried out, holding on to the tall blonde shoulders as you met her grinding sloppily.

“So soon, Darling…?” Larissa taunted, “I’m that good…?”

“Yes GOD YES please ‘Rissa!!” You cried out, your climax approaching at a rapid pace.

Your grindings got sloppier and more rushed as the two of spewed strings of obscenities into each others ears.

“Fuck Darling I’m…” Larissa panted, approaching her climax right along side you.

Suddenly, a distinct twig snapped outside. You and Larissa both immediately stopped and swiveled your head to the sound. Your breaths hitched together as you saw the shadow of Marilyn coming closer. You both scrambled, unlocking your legs and rushing about to find your clothes quickly.

“Shit shit shit…” you muttered, not being able to find your knickers.

But it was too late. The door was unlocking. You quickly finished dressing and so did Larissa. You and Larissa both hastened to sit where Marilyn had left you.

“Hey, Sorry, wanted to check on some plants on the edge of the woods…” Marilyn chirped with the same mischevious twinkle in her eye. You were still on complete edge and couldn’t stand it anymore….

“I’m so sorry, Marilyn, but I need to go…” you muttered, side eyeing Larissa before thanking Marilyn and rushing out of the greenhouse. Before you got up to the school, Larissa had caught up with you.

“My office. Ten minutes.” She breathed down your neck lustfully.

“God yes, ‘Rissa…” you groaned under your breath.

Your two bodies were by no means through with each other…

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Part 2 out now… 🤭

Larissa Weems Masterlist

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Larissa Weems Headcanons

Some Larissa Weems x Reader. Just a series of little things that I think about for Larissa. Most are just little things, not big enough for stories.

Send me your own personal headcanons for her or feel free to argue with the ones I've listed.

As a little girl, she always said she wanted to be a doctor. This changed quickly when she began at Nevermore and began taking outcast centered classes. That's when she knew she wanted to teach those subjects.

She has always had a desire to be a leader. It was her mentor at Nevermore who pushed her to get her principals license and apply for the position of headmistress when it opened up.

The scar above her lip is from her first year teaching. She was taking a student to the lycanthropy cages and they turned before she got them inside.

She had a critical mother and father. This led her to be hyper independent and over critical of herself. She attributes most of her success in life to this, but she is aware of how negatively it impacts herself.

She struggles to open up emotionally with most people.

She loves to go out with the other teaching staff for a drink or two at the end of the week.

Most of her life revolves around work, so most of her relationships are acquaintanceships or distant friendships.

While she spends a lot of time working, most of it is her going above and beyond. She plans and works more than she needs to in the first place.

She doesn't find herself unattractive, but she certainly doesn't think she is as attractive as you might tell her she is.

She sometimes snores but she will vehemently deny that she does

She takes forever to get ready in the morning, but she doesn't see it as a burden. She loves every second of it.

She wouldn't notice if someone had a crush on her, nor would she recognize most types of flirting. Typically, she just sees people as being friendly.

She gets flustered easily when you first start dating.

She tries not to tell people about her abilities. She worries people won't trust her or will ask her to shapeshift if they find out.

While she does have many bitter emotions towards Morticia, she misses her quite often. They were a wonderful duo that complimented each other well.

Larissa is not a fan of PDA, but won't hesitate to tell people you are both together. She loves to talk about you as she is very proud to be with you.

She loves TEA (sometimes coffee), but simply getting her to drink water is a challenge. Often she will say, "There is water in my tea/coffee. I don't need to drink water."

Because you are with her, you both attend many official dinners or conferences together. Due to this, you have developed a bit of a secret language with one another. Certain looks, glances, or pinches on the arm are different methods of silent communication.

She is a wonderful person, but she does enjoy people watching and occasionally poking fun at others. Her snide comments are only for you to hear though.

She understands technology to a certain extent. Loves games like Candy Crush or Solitaire, but will sit and listen to you explain social media to her. She refuses to download the apps no matter how many times you ask.

She is a frequent patron of the arts. Loves having art around her home, enjoys theater, and never is without a new novel in her purse.

She loves ABBA, Madonna, and Fleetwood Mac. Her favorite ABBA album is Voulez-Vouz

She has a tradition to watch every mamma mia movie at least once a year. Regardless if you like it, you will have to watch it with her. There will be singing along, the occasional quoting of the movie, but never interruptions that involve criticism of this 'timeless masterpiece' - Larissa's words

She is argumentative as hell. You have never been right and never will be right.

She is stubborn and competitive. She wants to be the winner of everything (even if it's not a competition).

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Keep in mind: This is my personal view of Larissa Weems. If you disagree with any of my headcanons, then you’re WRONG. (That’s a joke; everyone is entitled to their own vision.) Enjoy.

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- Larissa’s go-to vice is a drink. Wine and coffee, mainly. She enjoys white wine like Moscato because it’s sweet, but if she’s in an angsty mood and wants something drier, she’ll shoot for red. Coffee is never taken black - there’s always at least two sugars and a bit of half & half. Not too dark, not too light. Had in the morning and with lunch. Hot chocolate is an indulgence when she needs to soothe herself.

- On the topic of drinks, Larissa doesn’t drink enough water. She knows it. Every year, at least one of her New Year’s resolutions is to drink more water. Does it happen? ….No. Although, she does keep a semi-full glass beside her bed to satiate that middle-of-the-night thirst. (Yes, she has tiredly knocked over the glass once or twice. No, she will not admit that.) Larissa also enjoys filtered water - she will avoid tap as much as she can.

- Is she a smoker? Nah. Maybe once or twice in her younger years, but she cares far too much about her appearance to form a habit. She reasons the scent will get in her hair and clothes and the effects will stain her teeth and ruin her lung capacity/health. She can’t go around smelling like a cigarette now, can she? However, if she’s ultra stressed and everything has gone to shit - she’ll either take one from a trusted colleague or close friend or buy a pack from a convenience store on a whim. It will be short lived, with one or two puffs coming out of it, before she’s stomping it into the ground and throwing the rest away (waste of money, yes, but it’s her way of punishing herself for even doing it in the first place.)

- That all being said, Larissa does have a secret attraction for those who smoke. It, admittedly, looks quite cool. Especially on the handsome/pretty punks of the world… so she’ll catch herself staring a bit too long before looking away. Some of them catch her eye and smoothly offer up a cig, but she never takes it. Attractive, handsome package, yes, but not very nice breath.

- And that’s another thing - Larissa absolutely loathes the prospect of smelling bad. She has breath mints in her desk drawer, Listerine strips in her purse, and a pack of gum in the Nevermore van. She’s a busy woman with many people to meet, so talking closely and with confidence is absolutely key - knowing her breath isn’t stellar immediately sets her off rhythm. It’s a similar thing for scent overall. People like those who smell good; especially when forced to spend hours working with them. So out of necessity and pure self-pleasure, Larissa has a small perfume collection. Though the brands and bottles are not terribly mainstream. She likes the light floral scents for work and professional outings, but for everything else, Larissa likes to spritz on a deeper, more masculine scent. Nothing too strong, but definitely a smell leaning more toward cologne. Hearing the ‘You smell good’ compliment - or any variation of it - has her smiling internally for the rest of the day. And of course, she keeps a small back-up roll on perfume (a good safe in-between scent) in her purse. She knows very well that she has to use all of the perfumes at some point, yet she cannot stop herself from buying at least one more. Call it a guilty pleasure. Safe to say, she smells bloody amazing.

- Larissa also has very steady hands. If you think that’s a weird headcanon, it isn’t. She was in the cake decorating club in her Nevermore days and found some therapeutic uses there. Getting lost in the designs- the swirls, the dots, the sweet icing- was a favorite pastime. The fact that her hands almost never shake (unless jostled) also helps when doing her makeup, typing, writing, etc.

- Of course she can just shift and put some energy into holding up a face full of makeup for an entire day, but she finds the process soothing. Doing it herself reminds her of her humanity and the little nuances that come with being a refined woman. She likes to darken her brows and line her lips and spend a minute or two perfecting certain things. For a woman who is self-critical, it is important (to her) that she tries to heal that side of herself by becoming better acquainted with her natural flaws. Call it a form of exposure therapy, as well as a calming exercise. Though on the days when she’s running extra late or is simply too tired/lazy to go through the process, she shifts into a simple but professional ‘non-makeup’ makeup look and calls it a day.

- Shifting too, has given her a few unexpected little advantages. One of the most prominent ones being the fact that she’s ambidextrous. She was originally born with a more dominant right hand, but as the years went by and she explored her ability, the occasional familiarity with left-handed people accelerated her use of that hand. Eventually, it left her with equal use and she’s able to perform tasks very well with both hands. Writing, balancing, exercising, etc. are done with about the same level of skill.

- Although Larissa’s sexuality is not clarified (or touched upon at all really) within the show, aside from her old attraction to Gomez (which I don’t fucking believe to be true but that’s neither here nor there), I do think it’s safe to say she could be pansexual. As a woman who has been surrounded by outcasts for quite a bit of her life, considering her Nevermore school days and her life as the principal, she’s been exposed to all types of beings. Larissa is not the kind of woman to be prejudiced or judgy or have a severe preference, so her attraction for others would not be found in one specific type of person. She may find herself going through spells of being more attracted to feminine-presenting people, just as she could experience a stretch of time in which she’s more into masculine-presenting people. If she’s interested in them, she doesn’t see why their gender-identity should matter so much to the point of it being a ‘make or break’ topic. She likes who she likes - simple as that. (Though that being said, I will still continue to ship her with non-binary/female characters/ocs/reader-inserts. Cuz why not.)

- Moving on, Larissa Weems is a sun sneezer. If she looks up at the sun or walks outside and it’s very sunny, or even if she peers at it through a window or sees its shine behind her eyelids, she will sneeze. And it’s not a big loud crazy sneeze. It’s one of those big inhale, eyes closed, stunted kind of sneezes where she sounds like a kitten. Small sneeze for a tall woman.

- Before being enrolled at Nevermore, Larissa was originally placed into the normie schooling system. It was rough and mean, but one good experience she got out of it was the swim team. Her stature, with the long limbs and broader shoulders, aided in her victories. The schedule and regiment was difficult, considering she had to practice and train nearly constantly, but the satisfaction she felt after winning was a glory she rarely felt when young. Her mother was… well. She was not nice. So she pushed young Larissa far more than she had any right to, but part of her older self thanks her mother for her efforts. Although it was just a swim team, she’s sure that without the discipline, she probably wouldn’t be so successful. And for as great as that time could be, it also came with its fair amount of trauma, so she doesn’t talk about it. She doesn’t often like to think about it either. Though the swimming did change her body, giving her some toned muscle and better lung capacity.

- Larissa Weems loves slippers. So soft… so comfy… makes little shuffles on the floor… yes. Slippers.

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Going through a period of immense self-hatred, so I hope this can tide a few people over until I learn that applause does not equal self worth. Love you more than I can say and I hope you’re all doing well. - Rip x

(P.s. Please do let me know if you’d like more of these.)

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[dreamingnights]

Larissa Weems x fem!teacher! Reader Headcanons

Larissa is a very strict woman, so she initially rejected her feelings for you because she tought they were quite unprofessional.

Despite this, it didn't take long for her to realize that her sadness for not being with you was affecting her greatly.

She also couldn't bear to see you so hurt by her false rejection.

She is a very passionate person in every area of her life.

She looks at you intensely and then caresses your cheek with the back of her hand or the tips of her fingers.

Deep down she really likes the professional authority she has over you and your constant desire to please her.

You both relax when you share a glass of wine at night by the fireplace. Especially when you later rest your head on her chest or on her lap and she gently runs her hand through your hair.

Pet names she says include "My darling", "dear", "my love", "my sweet girl", "you're so gorgeous".

You also deeply enjoy yourselves when you share a relaxing hot bath after a long day. It's time for slow kisses and wandering hands.

She loves to spoil you and sometimes she buys you things you fancy. She also loves giving you jewelry that may look good on you.

You've had a lot of cups of hot chocolate at the Weathervane. It's something you always do when you go to Jericho.

"Oh, dear, you have some chocolate right here", and proceeds to clean it.

She sometimes gets a little jealous and feels insecure. Then you make a mental note to show her how attractive you think she is later.

She knows how to comfort you when you have had a bad day. She usually kisses you on your forehead and hugs you until you fall asleep.

(And you should confess that you have fallen asleep while resting on her lap more than once)

[dianneking]

Why do I have this super-specific headcanon of Larissa being a messy sleeper? Like, she would be all proper and ladylike, with curlers in her hair and a satin and lace nightgown, but then she sleeps sprawled sideways on the bed, totally hugs the pillow and drools on it, and if someone is in bed with her, you can bet she would cling to you as a koala to a tree, all long, tangled limbs and soft curves pressing into your body. 

[xxstorywriterxx]

Larissa Weems Headcanon

She loves Marina and The Diamonds and her fav album is Electra Heart. And Bubblegum Bitch, Sex Yeah and Primadonna are her top 3 Songs. You can not tell me otherwise!

[miaivy]

hi <3 i woke up with a scenario in mind and a lot of questions and heebiejeebies about it so here i am with some headcanons.

could you please for a second imagine what halloween would be like with larissa?

[gn!reader]

⭒i know she gets so excited because not only does she have the opportunity to dress up, but thanks to her powers so to speak, she can also become whatever she wants and look a thousand times cooler than anyone else. she puts on a whole show for the holiday, she loooves to do a performance of the character/whatever she chose, completely sinking into the role for the rest of the day.

what do you think her costume would be? me personally... i can't decide.

⭒which leads me to say for sure that she was a theater girl, a little performer (she told me herself this morning), for that reason she loves to wear funny clothes and put herself in someone else's skin besides her own. she loves acting, that hobby never ceased to be an important part of her life, even as she became an adult with endless responsibilities, she always found a space for this activity.

⭒every year you would do your best to be at least a little bit up to her level, and every year you are vastly outdone by your wife.

she doesn't really care what you decided to wear as long as you feel comfortable and like your outfit, the only thing she truly cares about is the time she spends with you getting dressed up together. when she sees the final product she showers you with compliments, you look ravishing even specially in the most hideous and terrifying costume.

⭒she also enjoys the process of it all, the make over, and she needs to plan everything to perfection, down to the smallest detail, at least one or two months in advance. this in between the little breaks she has from work.

⭒and yes, she does look for makeup tutorials on youtube.

⭒matching costumes is a huge yes for our silver lady.

⭒if you live together, i can say for a fact that she has boxes and boxes stored with a lot of decorations both purchased and also handmade by the two of you in previous years.

making crafts with you relaxes her like you wouldn't believe.

⭒be sure that your house will be full of candy for the children who come knocking on your door trick or treating.

⭒and if you have an out-doors relationship, as the date approaches, you pick out a small antique from the local store that she can use to set the mood in her home, or maybe something made by your own hands, which she appreciates tremendously.

⭒she likes to make a special date with you to go pumpkin picking in one of the pumpkin patches outside of town. your opinion is important to her even when it comes to little things.

⭒she is very versatile and likes to learn a little bit of everything, she is constantly looking for something new to do, so she is a fan of try and making themed cocktails not only for halloween. you can be having dinner in a comfortable silence one night a few weeks before the end of october, and suddenly she'll be talking to you with her eyes glued to the screen of her cell phone, a sweet, excited smile painted on her lips as she tells you she found a recipe that sounds delicious, already scheming what glasses she could serve them in, what cute little thing she could put on them to make them look a bit more spooky.

she has impeccable taste. we all know that.

⭒thrillers and horror movies, a nice bottle of wine, a warm blanket and a sweet cuddle on the couch are clearly your every-single-year special thing.

⭒the party she throws at the academy is simply unforgettable, to say the least. as the perfectionist that she is, she takes care of every little tiny thing until the very last minute, spares no expense and of course, seeing her students and the love of her life enjoy her efforts is more than enough pay for her.

⭒she's a teaser, she talks dirty, but she likes it discreet, classy, something that's not too explicit, but that makes it very clear what she wants to do or do to you. with all this said, halloween dirty jokes are on the table.

⭒if you're not much of a halloween lover, trust me, she'll take it upon herself to turn you into one with everything in her hands, definitely getting her way by having a slightly more... naughty costume to wear exclusively in the privacy of the four walls of her room with you that night.

keep in mind that she gets into the role like a pro ;)

⭒trick or treat kind of role play.

⭒this woman loves to give you a little something that day as if it were christmas because why not?

⭒sometimes she pulls some of her favorite costumes out of her closet and models them for you in the living room, no matter what month of the year it is, just for fun. that's quite a show too as she looks incredibly delighted by the way you applaud every time she changes outfits and gives you a brief explanation of the characteristics and personality of the character she is bringing to life at that moment.

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hope u liked it <3

[alder-saan]

little headcanon about Larissa

She loves to surprise her partner. Whether it's with a surprise trip to the Bahamas, or just her picking out the order at the Weathervane for them. She does this because she loves to see her partner's face lightened when they discover it. Sometimes it's not as good as she thought it would be, but she always takes note to know what kind of surprise her partner likes.

She wants to make sure something unexpected would happen during their day to stimulate them a bit, to make them laugh or just smile.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi hi! I love your work it’s honestly some of my favorite! Your recent Larissa x reader was 🔥🔥 I saw your prompt list and thought 60 and 62 sounded a little fun🤭 for maybe another Larissa x reader?

Heyyyy anon! Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed my Larissa fics 🫶🏻 I’d be honored to write this for you (it was so much fun)!! I heard a song which inspired me a bit🤭

Bad Chick ~Larissa Weems xFem Teacher!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#60. “You broke the rules…”

#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, masturbation, orgasm denial, edging, edging kink, mommy kink, praise kink, bratting, brat kink, bondage kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

Larissa sat by her fireplace, shoes kicked off, with a glass of wine in her hand.

It had been one hell of a week…

She sighed and took a sip of her wine.

She heard a creak of the door as you walked in.

“Hey Ris’.” You exhaled, also tired from all the grading you had done today.

“Hey, love.” She sighed back.

You fell into a chair next to her with a huff and began to fiddle with your fingers.

After minutes of silence, Larissa looked up at you with skepticism.

“What is it, Darling?”

“Sorry?” You were drawn out from your fantasies by Larissa’s words.

“What do you want? You never give me this pouty puppy act unless you want something.” She chuckled lightly.

You blushed furiously and looked down sheepishly.

“Fuck me?” You murmered.

Larissa hummed in approval of having been right and having read you so accurately.

“So my baby’s horny?” She teased lightly.

You nodded.

“Let me finish my wine, darling, and then I will fuck you, alright?”

“But I want you now…” you whined.

Larissa cocked an eyebrow at you.

“You can wait.”

“But what if I can’t?”

“Oh for Gods sake Y/N! Do not test me right now.” Larissa huffed.

“But Larissa…” you whined, making Larissa look over to you, preparing to give you a death stare to intimidate you.

But she found something else entirely…

You had swung your legs around each side of the chair and you were leaning against the back of the chair with your soaked cunt on full display…

“I need you…” you whined, as your fingers ghosted over your clit.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Larissa growled.

“Then come help me…!” You huffed.

“No. Stop being a brat and maybe I’ll reward you after my wine.”

You huffed in response.

Larissa thought you were going to listen, but then she heard you moan.

Her eyes widened and her mouth stood agape as she watched you actually disobey her…

You had never been this bratty…

Never bratty enough to be fucking yourself in front of her when she had clearly told you no.

Larissa was stunned.

Lust and fire exploded in her veins…

She watched intensely as you thrusted your own fingers into your aching core, moaning away.

With every thrust, her blood began to boil more and more…

She waited until you were on the very edge which you needed so badly.

You were crying out desperately at this point.

“Fuck Rissa’! Im gonna cum!”

Larissa was fuming at this point, “Don’t you dare cum.” She sternly said.

“Or what?” You wiggled your eyebrows at her with hooded eyes.

“Or I might do something I’ll regret… Darling…” she stared you down with lustful intent.

You met her stare as you slipped another finger into your heat, letting out a pornographic moan while quickly approaching your edge.

But before you could go over edge, Larissa had lunged over to you and ripped your hand away.

“Oh do you have my attention now, Darling…” Larissa chuckled darkly.

~~~

She had been edging you for hours now.

And you were a tear stained, sex puddle.

Tied up to all four of her bedposts…

Vibrator relentlessly edging your clit…

Her skilled fingers rutting into you bringing you to the edge, only for her to whisk them away at a moments notice…

“No no no I’m so so sorry mommy please I’ll be so good please please let me cum..!!” You cried out, your voice strained from all the cries and begging you had done in the past few hours.

“No, only good girls get to cum…” Larissa tutted you, turning the vibrator back on.

“No no please please no more!!” You screamed, sensitive from all the overstimulation, “I’ll be good so good mommy please I promise please…!!!”

“Darling…” Larissa warned, “You broke the rules…”

Before rutting her fingers back into your dripping, puffy cunt.

“Be a good girl and take what you are given.”

You whimpered in response, “Yes mommy…”

[lovingkvinner]

Imagine being lucifer Morningstars lover, like, you would rule hell with them/ be their queen/king and I know they would show you off to any being who visited their realm because they would be so enamoured at being with you, someone who truly loves them. You would both also totally colour match outfits together. However sometimes they might get self conscious, they are the ruler of hell after all, and you are their only weakness, they would become scared that someone could find out about it and exploit their weaknesses but these worries are always communicated to you at the end of a long day in hell, them holding you tight with their head on your chest, never wanting to let go.

[ithoughticouldwrite]

Larissa and Wednesday headcannons? Strictly platonic/any other relationship than ship because ew

Note: I know my post says no Larissa x Wednesday content, but that's for the ship. I'm not doing ship content for them. This ask isn't about the ship and therefore is okay.

Larissa Weems and Wednesday Headcanons/ Rambles

Larissa doesn't like Wednesday at first, at all. In fact to her Wednesday is nothing more than a reminder of what she lost and a threat to what she has left in the beginning.

Regardless of whether or not she likes Wednesday she does feel some sort of protective parental instinct over Wednesday, similar to how she feels about all of the students except maybe a little bit more.

She wants the best for Wednesday and is constantly frustrated that Wednesday just. makes things worse most of the time. intentionally or unintentionally.

There is some mutual respect there between them as Larissa respects Wednesday's determination and Wednesday (seemingly) respects Weems' determination as well.

What Wednesday does not respect is Weems ignoring the past to try to pave a better future, and also her manipulation of circumstances and events in order to keep some semblance of peace.

In a more peaceful setting I can see Weems making an effort to take Wednesday to Uriah's Heap because that's literally where Wednesday would've gone for her Outreach Day assignment if she hadn't traded assignments with Enid so they both got what they wanted. Larissa was attempting to give Wednesday something she might find some joy in.

Larissa wouldn't condone any gravedigging though. She just wouldn't.

Wednesday would slowly come to appreciate Weems in a similar way to how she came to appreciate Enid, although it'd still be slightly different, less of a peer-to-peer bond and more of a weird adult and even weirder child bond.

Neither likes or understands the others sense of style/ personal aesthetic.

Larissa loves listening to Wednesday play her cello.

Larissa would also 100% try to listen to Wednesday to find out what she already knows, and offer her things based off of that.

Wednesday would find the constant offering annoying, which in turn would slowly set up boundaries between them.

Mutual and unspoken distrust of Marilyn Thornhill even though Larissa hired her. (Imo it just seems like Weems did it as a way to foster more peaceful outcast/normie relations and nothing else)

On better terms they'd probably play hide and seek from time to time.

Also on better terms Weems probably would've been allowed in on Wednesday's investigation and less people probably would've died/ been hurt. I mean, Weems knew the monster was a Hyde so...

Larissa does not like Thing at first, and like most takes time to get used to him.

If I think of anything else I'll make a part two, but atm this is all I can think of. Thanks for the ask anon!

[ahsfan05]

Hi! I have a request for Principal Weems, do you have any headcanons as to how things would potentially differ in the plot of Wesnesday if Weems was to have a daughter who experienced Visions/was a psychic? Thanks so much! :p

Larissa Weems Headcanon

Description: honestly just the request.

Warning(s): none.

Note(s): Hi anon! Thank you for your request. I am so sorry about how short the is, I really couldn’t think of much. I have never thought about this before so I hope I did this idea justice! (side note: this is the first headcanon I've ever written so that explains how terrible it is)

Word count: 188 words

Principal Weems would definitely keep note of and trust her daughter’s psychic visions far more than she would that of Wednesday (and even Morticia, when they were still friends).

This is mostly because she is secretly emotional and sensitive, and would have a very close and protective maternal relationship with her daughter.

She is a protective mama bear 100%.

Having a daughter of her own would also make Larissa’s relationship with Wednesday into a maternal one.

Additionally, the discovery that Wednesday has similar abilities to her daughter’s would make Larissa feel empathetic towards Wednesday.

If her daughter were to have visions that aligned with what Wednesday was seeing and experiencing, and also alluded to Wednesday’s run in with Rowan, I don’t think Larissa would have shape-shifted and covered up his death.

I feel like Larissa would ask her daughter to try and “force” her visions by touching random objects, in order to get to the bottom of things quicker. (Like who burned “fire will rain” into the lawn, the identity of the monster, etc.)

I even imagine Larissa asking Morticia for advice and guidance regarding her daughter’s abilities.

[laszlo-writes]

hiii i love your fics sm! they rlly got me into Larissa x Marilyn! do you have any headcannons for them or like relationship musings/dynamics?

Hi goose! How did you know that they are all I think of, morning, noon, and night? <3

Here are some HCs that involve both of them…

- Laurel names all of her plants, and Larissa does her best to remember as many of them as possible.

- Larissa is the more adept cook of the two, but Laurel can make a couple dishes that are absolutely just divine (lasagna is one of them. Idk why).

Now just Larissa…

- Can just get absolutely lost in a novel. Very good at imagining the things she’s reading in her head. She could spend an entire day reading a book if she had the time.

- Larissa gives me only child energy in a way I can’t explain. I don’t think she has any siblings. Maybe some cousins, but idk I just feel like she’s an only child.

And here’s some Laurel…

- Laurel is pescatarian idk why I just get those vibes from her.

- She’s like a little space heater in bed. Sleeps VERY warm. Keeps the room VERY cold.

!BONUS!

I came up with their smoothie king orders, just for fun

Laurel: Passion Passport with added Immune Support and Energy Boost. She gets it in a large. It’s expensive.

Larissa: Pure Recharge Pineapple. Medium.

And before I forget, I must give a thank you, as always, to @milf-lover42 for tossing these concepts around with me. You are my reason for living <3

[child-of-the-nights]

Larissa Weems x Reader Relationship Headcanons

A/N: Just watched Wednesday on Netflix and I loved it so much. I'm sad that there isn't much Principal Weems content on tumblr yet tho. Anyway, I wrote some relationship headcanons with her.

Warnings: contains spoilers

She could only really date you if you were a teacher at Nevermore or lived in Jericho. She is incredibly passionate about her job and spends all of her time in the school, so she most likely wouldn't leave the area.

That being said, after you two become a couple, she tries to inculde you in her schedule as much as she can. For example, Larissa just so happens to need some help with paperwork and asks you to help her.

At first it might seem that she's too busy to have time for you but she makes up for it every single time. Yes, she's a busy woman but she always makes sure her partner knows that they are loved.

I hope you are ready to hear the juiciest gossip in Nevermore because she knows most things. And she is always stressed out because of Wednesday the students, so she just spills the tea to you.

One thing she asks from you is to keep your relationship on the low. She doesn't want it to be a secret, more of something like this: "I didn't know you were dating Ms.Weems." "Oh yes, we've been married for two years."

Don't get me wrong, she loves PDA to a certain level. Larissa always appears professional and that's what she expects from you as well. She will get you all sorts of clothes and jewelleries, just play along with her.

She does hold your shoulder or waist all the time in public so as I said, it's not a secret. Larissa just doesn't yell it from the rooftop of Nevermore that you two are dating. And she hopes you don't either.

Her reason for this, besides the professional look, is that she worries about you. Who knows what trouble you could get into if the information traveled too far from Nevermore. You're too precious for her to accidentally get you in potential danger. Larissa is especially stressed when it turns out they have a hyde on the loose.

Now, let's move to the fluffy headcanons.

She's a big cuddler and no one can tell me otherwise. Larissa works for many hours even at night, so she just loves to cuddle with you after she's done.

Larissa Weems is a softie. She likes acting tough and taking the more dominant role in the relationship but ask her on a date or do cute romantic stuff with her and her heart will literally melt.

Tells you all the stories about her time in Nevermore as a student. If you happened to go to Nevermore as well, she bonds over the similar memories with you.

Likes going to the café in Jericho when she has time. It might look like a meeting to others but it's actually a date. The barista always knows what to get her but if you want to, you can ask her to try your favorites.

When there are no hydes running rampant around Nevermore, she takes you stargazing. She can drive to a little clearing in the forest and have a little picnic with you.

More often than not, dates are held during everyday activities. Going to the café, having some wine (or any preferred beverage) while doing paperwork, having a comfortable conversation in her office, etc.

One thing she absolutely loves is getting (and giving) gifts. Larissa especially adores them if you made it. It could be anything really. If you get/make her some trinket, she will keep it in her office so anyone can see it all the time. If you get/make her some jewellery, she will wear it all the time. If you get/make her some clothes, she has already planned out an entire outfit she could wear the next day. Get Larissa her favorite flower and she will give you the longest kiss ever.

On that note, she likes to give you gifts as well. Anything, really. From useful things, to beautiful jewellery and fine clothes.

Larissa also loves deep conversations where she can open up to you about her worries. When Wednesday enrolled into Nevermore and she started investigating, Larissa spent hours pouring her heart out to you.

Because of the fact that she is a shapeshifter, Larissa picks up on the little things people do. Basically, she easily understands what you do when you feel a certain way. She makes sure you know that you can always tell her anything that bothers you.

If anyone from Jericho makes comments about your involvement with "freaks", she will have a word with that person.

[eattherichplease]

I know the real reason is "the plot demands it" but my personal headcanon about why Enid is living alone in what essentially amounts to a suit in the attic of her private school with a private balcony and all that at the beginning of the show (even if she's poor) is because principal Weems knows that Enid''s being abused at home and she's still in the closet and generally suffering, so she wants to spoil her rotten. This is something Weems and Wednesday have in common but neither of them realizes it.

[barblaz-arts]

I love that Bianca is Nevermo're's principal now; it seems to suit her, honestly, lol. What's her relationship with Vega like, on a personal and "professional" level? As the kid of two parents who taught at her combined elementary/middle school AND high school, it can be a weird thing to toe that line when you have to interact with them in teacher mode, ha.

1. It's perfect ain't it?? I dont see a lot of people make material out of the fact that Bianca was also set to be Wednesday's academic rival, and therefore a smartie. She felt like a deliberate parallel to Weems anyway.

One of the biggest things about Bianca is the fact that she thought of Nevermore as her home. It was the place she was able to turn to after running away from her messed up mom. She'd have more than enough love for the school to want to come back and run it.

2. Bianca isn't really that close to Wednesday and Enid. Enid sees her from time to time because of Yoko and Divina, and although Wednesday and Bianca got closer after the whole thing with Crackstone, they aren't exactly friends, so they never bothered to actually reconnect after graduating. With that being said, Vega never really got to meet Bianca before attending Nevermore. Bianca probably met Vega once as a baby but that's it, so it isn't exactly awkward in a way that they're trying to balance between two dynamics, because Vega becoming a Nevermore student was the beginning of them getting to know each other.

I have this headcanon that after the thing with Crackstone Wednesday, Enid, Eugene, and Bianca get hailed as heroes and legends for future generations of Nevermore students. Wednesday and Enid are Vega's moms, so although she admires them for that, it's a muted kinda thing bcuz she's also just their moms. Eugene was around when Vega grew up because he and Wednesday remained close, so Eugene is ultimately still Uncle Eugene for her.

Since she never met Bianca, however, her view of her is idealized. Bianca is smart, saved her mother AND was better than her at fencing. Bianca thinks Vega is out to make her time as principal hell like Wednesday did with Weems because of all the shenanigans Vega gets up to, but Vega actually thinks Principal Barclay is one of the coolest people in the world. So whenever she gets caught getting in trouble and gets sent to the principal's office, she feels a lot more sheepish when being reprimanded by Bianca than if it were Wednesday and Enid scolding her.