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zeldas-cigarrette · 6 months

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𝐁 𝐀 𝐑 𝐎 𝐍 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 𝐕 𝐎 𝐍 𝐇 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐌 𝐀 𝐍

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#sapphic #fanfiction #fanfic #wlw love #baroness von hellman x reader #baroness von hellman #cruella #cruella de vil #x reader #x reader imagines #masterlist #emma thompson

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zeldas-cigarrette · 6 months

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Baroness/fem!reader, reader is her assistant, baroness falls and hurts her ankle, she's forced to drop the ice bitch act in private as the reader takes care of her. Even if the rest of the staff don't see it

— a/n * ˚ ✦: Huge apologies for the long wait of merely 10 months, I’m really really sorry I haven’t been in the right mind to write. I hope you can still enjoy it, even though it's been so long since you‘ve written this request. 🩵

— word count -`,✎; 1.2k

— pairing ༉‧₊˚✧ ; baroness von hellman x fem!reader

It was a really busy day in London, therefore also in the house of Hellman. Employees were scurrying around in the enormous fashion house, dressing mannequins, and restocking clothes. It was one of those days when the Baroness decided to show up in the store, making everyone a nervous mess. She wasn’t known for going easy on people, especially not when it concerned her fashion.

You were busily trying to set up her office, organising refreshers and snacks for her upcoming meetings, the Baroness expected nothing but perfectionism. As her assistant, it was your job to fulfil these needs. You clumsily tried to light the candles in the golden candleholder, the last thing for the ambience to look neat. A few deep breaths later you decided that your job was done, for now. When the Baroness arrives there would be greater tasks than her office, and for that you would have to prepare yourself now.

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An hour later, a black, almost carriage-looking, car stopped in front of the store. You hurried to the gates of the fashion house, greeting your boss. Her lips were painted a deep maroon red, whilst her pompous dress swayed with every step she took. The woman radiated power and wealth. You gulped as soon as her eyes landed on you, her mood wasn’t pleasant, to say the least. The baroness flicked her wrist at you, motioning for you to follow, and with her head held high, the fashion icon strode through the tall glass doors. You hurried to her side, trying to keep up her pace. “Good morning”, you quickly said and tried for a clumsy smile. The baroness shot you a quick glance, scoffed and took in the scene of her scurrying employees. “Only use ‘good’ if the morning actually is”, she advised snarly and pursed her lips. Her rather analysing look applied to a certain young woman who was white as a wall when she spotted her boss.

Every time you saw the baroness, your heart clenched slightly, not exactly knowing why since she never did more than make people feel small. But something in you tended to like her a little more than you should.

All the things she wanted to restock, a little leather handbag, and a pile of clothes, fell to the floor when the Baroness’ blue eyes pierced through the young girl. To say that the poor woman was petrified would’ve been an understatement. “What are you looking at? Pick those up!”, Baroness von Hellman barked and pointed to the scattered clothes on the floor, “And make sure they’re clean.” Her voice was sharp as a knife. Then she turned to you, eyeing your being for a moment, long enough to ask yourself if something was wrong with your appearance. “Is my office ready for my meeting at 2?”, she asked snidely and put her hands on her hips.

“Everything’s ready. Mr Kohl will bring new designs”, you replied curtly and nodded. The Baroness rolled her eyes. “So be it, I’ll be in my office”, she announced to you and turned to walk off. A breath of relief, that she was at least somewhat pleased, escaped your lungs. However, the next thing you heard was a loud ‘For heaven's sake!’, your eyes shot in that direction, only to see the baroness lying on the floor, hissing and visibly appalled. You ushered over kneeling next to her. It appeared, that the young employee forgot to pick up the black leather bag, over which the baroness tripped and fell.

“Are you alright?”, you asked and reached out your hand to help her get up. “Don’t touch me”, she hissed. You scowled in response and slowly retrieved your hand, and scooted backwards to give her a little more space. The baroness clumsily tried to get up herself but failed miserably. Your eyes scanned down to her ankle, seeing it was visibly swollen. “It’s turning blue, just let me help you get up?”, you repeatedly asked and your expression softened. It was visible on her face that she contemplated accepting your help. Then she reached out her hand for you to take it. However, getting her off the floor took a little more than just her hand. You gently held her by the waist, helping her get up and while doing so, your cheeks flushed slightly. “Make sure she gets fired”, Baroness von Hellman hissed and her grip around your waist tightened, steadying herself. “Now bring me to my office”, she caustically snarled nudging your body to move forward. Her warm hands clutching your hand on her waist, for reasons that weren’t clear to you.

It might’ve looked somewhat ungraceful but the two of you managed to get into her office without any more incidents. After placing her on her office chair, you pulled a small stool underneath her injured ankle to prop it up. “I’ll get someone to bring ice”, you announced, already making your way out of the door again. “Can’t you do it?”, she asked snarkily. You turned around, eyes widened at her sharp request. “I meant, can’t you please do it?”, The Baroness corrected herself and sounded a tad bit softer. “Of course, I’ll see what I can do”, you replied and excused yourself.

And some time later you reappeared in her office with a pack of ice in your hands. The Baroness’ looked like she yearned for the coolness on her ankle. You gently placed the ice on her injured spot and took a step back. “That shall do it”, you mumbled and brushed some hair out of your forehead.

There were a few long moments of silence before Baroness von Hellman decided to speak up again. “Thank you”, she said, not looking up from her papers. “You’re welcome”, you replied curtly and turned to go, wanting to prepare the staff for the afternoon Rushhour. “I mean it, thank you”, she repeated with a little more force. It was unlike her to thank someone and even more to actually say it twice. “It’s fine, no worries”, you replied carefully, not knowing if this was a trap. Then the Baroness finally decided to look up at you she waved you over to her desk. “You were the only one to rush over and help me, I owe a ‘thank you’”, she remarked and held your gaze, “Everyone else was too afraid to even ask if I was alright.”

Everything she had said was true, her employees were far too scared to even look directly into her eyes not to mention go up and help her. The longer she looked at you the more you realised that her expression had grown softer. “I just wanted to know that you’re taken care of, I wouldn’t have liked to see you in pain when I was right next to you.” It looked like the baroness was taken aback from your sudden heartfelt words, a subtle smile tugged her lips. “Come back later”, she then said with no hint of mockery or disdain, “And fire that lady with the bag.”

#sapphic #fanfiction #fanfic #wlw love #lesbian #fluff #x reader #x reader imagines #baroness von hellman x reader #baroness von hellman #emma thompson #cruella #cruella de vil #lgbtqia

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zeldas-cigarrette · 6 months

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ೃ⁀➷ Imagine Zelda comforting you during a thunderstorm ·˚ ༘

Both you and Zelda had spent the afternoon at the kitchen table, each following their own trail of thoughts, when suddenly a loud rumbling from outside started to sound. A lightning strike followed. You flinched at the abrupt sound, making Zelda jolt from your sudden movement. “Scared of a little thunderstorm now, are we?”, Zelda sighed heavily and put down her newspaper. Brushing a strand of hair out of her forehead, she decided to soften her expression.

“No… I just didn’t expect the sound”, you folded your arms in front of your chest. Unwilling to believe your hesitant stuttering, Zelda got up and motioned with her hand to follow her. The older witch stood in front of the great living room window waiting for you to join. You’ve always hated thunderstorms, something unpredictable about them creeped you out. You slowly walked over to her unbeknownst to what she wanted you to do now. As you stood next to her, Zelda wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her. The witch pointed out to her yard, which was currently watered by the heavy rain that accompanied the ongoing thunderstorm.

"There, there, my dear. Thunderstorms are a part of nature's grand performance”, her raspy voice was almost soothing. “Think of it as the sky's way of cleansing the earth. The storm will pass and you'll see, it won't last forever”, Zelda brushed her lips against your temple and swiftly caressed your side before taking a step back from you. You remained at the window, recalling your girlfriend's words. Although it seemed messy, the storm slowly appeared calming to you and your fears were slightly calmed.

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zeldas-cigarrette · 6 months

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Trying to come back:)

I haven’t been myself in a long time, I’ve lost interest in things I loved doing (like writing, and coming up with fun ideas for new fics). Slowly, I think I’m coming back to enjoy it again. I was totally out of energy to follow requests I’ve got or even come up with my own ideas to write. So I stopped. I missed sitting in my room and writing for hours on end, fussing about little details I loved putting in my stories. Honesty is important, especially when I want to continue this. It’s the end of October and it might be the season, which made me passionate about starting to write again, but I desperately want to get into it again.

With this post, I’m trying to officially come back to this community. So I’m inviting you to send requests again, this is my masterlist, and I hope I can measure up to how I wrote back then and maybe even improve.

Thank you to those who still read my stuff, even though I haven’t posted in ages.<3

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zeldas-cigarrette · 1 year

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Do you still write baroness? I'm obsessed with her

Hii!! Yes I absolutely do, drop a request & I’ll finish it asap🫶🏼

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zeldas-cigarrette · 1 year

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~Lost and found~ (Larissa Weems x student!reader)

Sorry for the longer than expected wait! Mocks are a bitch and a half! The reader is a snarky little shit in this chapter btw- The chapters will be getting slightly longer as I get more comfortable with the story but please let me know if you would prefer shorter chapters.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (1.2k words)

Thank you for all your kind words about the last chapter <3 I hope you continue to enjoy my shitty angst!!!

Lastly thank you once again to @thefangedman for the editing to make the story make any semblance of sense. You should check out their Tiffany Valentine fic! It's amazing!!!

Static takes over my senses. I slowly come round from my near death experience at the hands of my own Headmistress - ‘my duty is to protect all the students within these walls’ my ass. The glaring lights start to bother my shut eyes, begging me to open them and rejoin the living world. I'll give it 5 more minutes. I haven't had a nap like this in years.

Just as I'm getting comfortable, I hear the tapping of heels on a wooden floor, pacing back and forth. From what I can piece together, Weems accidentally impeded my ability to breathe; I passed out and she has dragged me to her office because she's too embarrassed to tell the nursing staff what happened. Hmm... I should have some fun with her. Fake amnesia seems like it'll do the trick. I mentally smirk, thinking over the horrified reaction I'll get to see on her face.

I flutter open my eyes to play into the act of just having awoken. I stare at the ceiling, hearing her rush towards me. "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, how are you feeling? It appears you... umm, passed out in the corridor."

I turn to face her, sitting up on the leather sofa I'm lying on. I rub my forehead, slightly obscuring my eye as a confused expression crosses my features.

"...I'm sorry but who is Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, and who are you?" Her face, like I thought, is priceless - she even backs away slightly.

Her voice quivers as she talks, an unfamiliar tone in the usually confident woman.

"S-shit...no no no. This can't be happening, I d-didn't. God, what am I going to do-" with this, she grips my face in her hand, the other removing my own from my forehead, grasping it gently as our eyes meeting in perfect alignment. The only difference is her eyes are glazed over with tears that will fall any second, "I am so sorry, Y/N..."

God, this was meant to be fun, but it's just depressing.

I swear, she has an ability to suck all the joy out of anything I do. I roll my eyes at her, but in reality a small part of me feels regret. Regret over my actions, regret over leaving her in this state, but alas, I repress this thought and lean into the anger. I rip my hand out of hers and shove her away from me.

"You're so annoying! I can't even prank you after you nearly murder me without you sucking the joy out of it. Also- thanks for being too scared to take me to see the nursing staff, or even an actual fucking doctor incase God forbid you got into trouble. I could have gotten actual brain damage-"

I am interrupted mid-rant when she embraces me, her face buried in my neck, now fully sobbing. Fuck. Why do I always have to be such a blunt asshole? I need Noah to translate my words into nice ‘feeling protecting’ ones, he's good at all the dumb emotional stuff. Normally I am at least okay at faking, and I can get by, but everything just feels so foggy. No matter how hard I try, I can't concentrate on finding the right words.

I feel awkward as her hot tears sear into my skin like a mark of shame. I bring my hand to her head, undoing her usual pristine hairstyle. I run my hand over her scalp and the nape of her neck, gently scratching her skin. She calms down slowly, relaxing more into me more. My hand slows with her tears, until both cease and we remain there, unmoving for what feels like eternity. Neither one of us knows how to proceed, not wanting to ruin our brief moment of peace and unspoken understanding of what the other needs.

It has to end eventually however, and I am the one to do so, saying words I never thought I'd utter to this woman in my life. Before I can gather what to say three simple words cross my mind, "...I am sorry."

No. I will never apologise to this woman.

Instead I simply remove all venom from my being. I render myself completely vulnerable to her, a spider without its fangs, completely defenceless. "I don't think before I speak. As you know I'm not exactly great at the whole communication thing. So understand, I did not mean to hurt you. I just struggle when taking others emotions into account and instead I chose to be selfish by lashing out at you, it was immature of me."

The air felt thick as I tried to regain my lost stoicism. I feel shame and pity for both of us. I pry her away from my body as I stand, desperately needing to leave, but my legs buckle beneath my weight as everything goes blurry - fuck. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

Before my body can meet the welcoming ground, I am snatched by a set of strong arms. She turns me to face her once more, before gently setting me on the settee. She turns away from me walking towards her desk as she speaks, her voice still not quite back to it's typical happy/mildly aggressive cadence.

"I had the nurses come to see you here, because I know you don't like the nursing wing of the academy. They said you'd have a mild concussion from hitting your head, and told me to observe you, which is why I didn't put you in your dorm. I know you think of me as being too proud to admit when I am wrong, but I want you to know I will never put my pride before the health of you, or anyone else in this academy."

God, what is wrong with Weems, I think I broke her. She's being too emotional - in the sad way, normally she's just angry. I swear, she speaks exclusively in passive aggressive niceness. I lift my head to properly meet her eyes.

She has taken her seat pride of place behind her desk, having almost the same power behind it as when a queen takes her throne. I begin to verbalise my thoughts.

"Are you on your period? Or are you too old for that... when does menopause start? Oh wait, could it be perimenopause? Oh god, are you pregnant? Can you still even get pregnant?" I become horrified as the last thought even crossed my mind, that poor child.

I notice Weem's equally horrified expression contorting her features, "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N just how old do you think I am exactly? I also don't appreciate the invasive line of questioning, but for your information, no, I am not pregnant."

I shutter slightly feeling her peircing gaze wait for me to answer her. "I want to say, 54...?" Oh God, she looks like she's about to slap me. "54! I beg your pardon, Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, I am 44, and I do not appreciate you aging me a decade! I should give you an extra detention for this alone."

I look at her, wondering if she has been seriously affected by my words, merely her vanity showing as per usual, or if this is her failed attempt trying to be more humorous while scolding me. I run my hand through my hair and let it fall over my eyes.

"I don't give a shit how old you are! You still cried like a baby either way, get over yourself, you're not 2. So what? You nearly murdered someone, we've all been there. You aren't special, so don't expect sympathy from me!"

Weems stands once and strides towards me. I am not interested in her lectures about manners and etiquette, so I leave quickly through the nearest set of doors and out into the corridor, taking a sharp right into the closest room to me.

Grabbing the chair beside me, I barricade the door, allowing myself to slide down it and contemplate all that's happened thus far, while also figuring out an excuse. I look around the room, only now realising I've locked myself within Weems' bedroom.

"Shit."

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@the-bagel24, @suckerforcate

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zeldas-cigarrette · 1 year

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~Lost and Found~ (Larissa Weems x Student!Reader)

The reader is 20 in this fic!!! The show makes it clear they have students well above the age of consent.

My undying love for this woman and her actress mixed with the honesty concerning lack of fics for her character has finally compelled me to publish something. This fic is completely self indulgent and probably not worth your time but if you for some reason feel compelled to read on, thank you and enjoy!

Chapter one (1k words)

Be warned this is very shitty angst and do not expect it to get better as I continue on. If anything expect it to get worse. Nothing for this chapter but please be warned moving forward this fic will discuss some triggering topics which will be made clear at the start of each chapter they appear. Also eventual smut you have been warned...or teased?

Finally thank you to my friend who edited this because it's the only reason it is semi-readable, they're the best <3

The rain drops raced down the cold slabs of glass, through which I watched the students running late to their classes. They sprint across the courtyard with books above their heads, sacrificing their notes for the sake of keeping themselves dry.

I hear a faint ringing. Noises blurring into high pitched radio waves as I tune back in, slowly coming to the right frequency to hear the disgruntled voice of my teacher calling my name. I say nothing in return.

Dragging my attention to the front of the class, where my teacher is writing something on the board pertaining to- werewolf procreation? Vampire sex ed? I can't keep up with the 50 different (and equally boring) lectures this man gives.

Once again I find my mind wandering off to far away places. Anywhere but this grey box, which traps me within its walls like a glass traps a spider. I have given up on any hopes of understanding today's topic of useless information, so instead I retrieve my book from my school bag and begin to read. The Outsider by Albert Camus, ironic and meaningless when you're in a school for outcasts.

I am half way through the chapter when my teacher's grating voice once again bursts any sense of joy I am experiencing in his class. This time I just can't be bothered listening to the lecture on the importance of whatever the fuck he's teaching so I get up and walk out. He continues to get louder the further I get out the door, so I flip him off for good measure. Come on, seriously! How are you that bad at your job I can't figure out the topic of today's lesson even when I put the effort in to try? If I require this much to even figure out what to put as the title of notes then your teaching certainly isn't important enough, and you aren't good enough at your job to keep me in that room any longer.

I slowly make my way through the empty halls of the academy, continuing to read as I venture back to my dorm. Thankfully, I don't have to share a room. If I had a roommate, they'd probably be dead within the week. Probably not on purpose, but you never know - I could have just been having a really bad day, and thought a light spot of murder would cheer me up.

I bang into something large, falling over my feet onto the cold stone ground. I reach to pick up my book, but before I can reach it, it’s plucked from the ground by a hand, which my eyes follow up to a very disapproving Principal’s face. Oops? What am I meant to say, sorry? It was an empty corridor, she could have easily walked around me.

She's always needlessly difficult for no reason.

"Y/N..." Weems says seething, scowl firmly fixed on her face. God, the annoyance is really seeping into her tone and body language today. Normally she at least keeps the plastic smile up, while passive aggressively giving you a lecture on how you've disappointed her, harmed the school community and destroyed its image. Hmm... the board must have cut her budget for the semester.

I meet her eyes, nearly breaking my neck in the process since she's over a foot taller than me. I smirk as I address her. "Headmistress...I didn't see you there, out for a morning stroll?" She scrunches her nose briefly at my coy attitude before replying, her words like venom.

"No Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, I'm actually coming to find you because once again you've managed to piss off the teaching staff, and I have to deal with the repercussions of them complaining about you."

Honestly, I only processed one thing she said, and that was Weems swearing. She's never done that before. Hot... definitely hot.

I chuckle with a reply. "Well looks like I've out done myself this time. I've got you in such a state that the perfect facade has fallen and you're even swearing, that's not very school appropri-"

I am interrupted part way through my gloating by a sudden sharp pain in my back. I come to realise I have been slammed against the rough wall of the corridor, causing the air to leave my lungs and leaving me helplessly gasping for air.

She leans in close with an almost deadly expression as she whispers, "This is my final warning. Make light of this situation again and I'll have you in detention with me every lunch, free, and evening for the week on top of whatever I am going to have to arrange for your other grievances.

“Skipping class and disrespecting the teaching staff - not to mention, myself - with your snarky comments and nonchalant attitude when it comes to your studies. You refuse tutoring despite being seriously behind on control of your powers - do you even know if you have any? You certainly haven't displayed any thus far throughout the two years you've been at this school.

“Sometimes, I seriously question why you chose to transfer to this school, and why I even accepted your application. It had nothing Nevermore looks for in a student and you've clearly shown you don't intend to work on that."

Listening to her words as they become increasingly more personally, tears prick the corners of my eyes but I do not allow them to fall. I refuse to show weakness towards this woman who knows nothing about me. My brief sorrow turns to anger, as I respond with possibly my last words whilst I'm alive, "Go. Fuck. Your. Self."

I desperately try to escape her grip, but just like a fly in a spider-web, it is hopeless. She is a foot taller than me and twice my weight. Her arm presses harder against my chest, air struggling to get in and out as the carbon dioxide begins to drown me. Blurred darkness slowly eclipses my view of her.

I mean, there's worse things to see in your dying moments.

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zeldas-cigarrette · 1 year

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Currently watching Wednesday.

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zeldas-cigarrette · 1 year

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- I noticed there were barely any Larissa weems fanfics, so I took matters into my own hands. I hope i stayed true to character as much as possible. English is not my first language so excuse any mistakes please! ( Background info before starting this fic; reader went to nevermore at the same time and Larissa and Morticia, and is now applying for a teaching role at the school. ) 💕💕

pairing: Larissa Weems X F!Addams!Reader

(Slight) frenemies to lovers

1/4. not proofread

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Oh, hello.

It was a particularly rainy day when (Y/N) Addams reached her destination. She had been working odd jobs intermittently for the past few months when she finally got a job interview at Nevermore Academy for Outcasts, the same institution she and her cousin Gomez had graduated from years earlier. She hadn't seen Gomez in years. When she caught sight of the muddy path leading up to the school, memories of joy and laughter flooded back into her mind, making her heart sink in her chest. However, these memories were accompanied by the dreadful memories of the tragedy that was Gomez's alleged murder. In the background of her memories, there was also something else and someone else. who she would spend hours with one day but then find herself in an argument the next. Who was this person that engulfed her thoughts? (Y/N) considered this as she trudged up the muddy trail, hearing the mud squelch beneath the heels of her boots as she went. She was very careful not to drop the dark purple velvet suitcase into the mud and ruin it as it matched her plum purple striped blazer and pencil skirt. As she came to a skidding halt in front of the main gates, she would straighten her posture and pause to take a long, hard look at the gates. As she embarks on this new chapter of her life, she has no idea what or who she might encounter. It was thrilling, to put it mildly, and she mustered the courage to enter the campus. She forgot exactly where the principals office was as she quickly moved toward one of the building's entrances. Looking around the dimly lit hallways, which were lined with alumni portraits on the walls. “May I help you…Miss…?” Said a monotone voice coming from behind(Y/N), who was slightly startled by the sudden conversation. When she realised that it was just a student from Nevermore, slightly smaller than she was, with two plaits in her hair, her fear subsided. The student stood out because the typical purple nevermore uniform had been dyed black instead of purple. More unusual than usual to most people, but (Y/N) was an Addams and grinned at the unusual selection. “Yes please,” (Y/N) replied, dusting off her skirt, “I’m looking for the principal's office. And it’s (Y/N)” She stated, getting a nod and a monotone "Come with me" from the girl, whose name she hasn't yet requested. Without hesitation, (Y/N) followed the enigmatic girl through the crowded hallways and up the stairs, which were strewn with smiling, gossiping students. This brought back happy memories for her, as she used to spend hours a day gossiping with that woman. Larissa, the person she has been attempting to recall They would always hear the same creaking sounds as they passed through wooden floors. She must have become disoriented because the sound of a small 'a-hem' or throat clearing was what jolted her out of her reverie. “sorry,” (Y/N) said apologetically, “Just revisiting old memories. I appreciate you showing me the office.” She smiled at the student in front of her and said, "I don't think I got your name. "Wednesday Addams," the smile was not returned. The girl responded while furrowing her brow in perplexity at the woman in front of her. “Oh, I should have realised, you've changed so much.” (Y/N) replied, chuckling at Wednesday’s confused expression, “Your father is my cousin, we both went to Nevermore at the same time.” She continued, pleased to see Wednesday's expression lighten. The girl nodded and made her way away, likely to think about what she had just learned. However, (Y/N) gave none of this any thought as she turned to face the principal's door and ignored the plaque on it. One, two, three knocks later... She entered with confidence as the door opened. When she realised who had opened the door for her, though, her confidence was short-lived. Speak of the devil.

Larissa Weems has never felt more pressured at work. First, it was because she had permitted Wednesday Addams, a new student, to enrol in the middle of the academic year. She was forced to deal with ongoing problems as a result, some of which could endanger the entire school. Even if there was a tiny part of her telling her to believe Wednesday's monster theories, Weems always trusted her instincts. She shifted in her principal's seat, sighing with stress. She muttered to herself, "Honestly.." as her eyes flitted across her desk and landed on her open calendar. When Larissa realised that the interview for the new Psychology of Macabre professor was today, in a few minutes, her eyes widened. She sighed in irritation as the burden of responsibility was thrust upon her, and she got up from her cosy chair. She stood in her office, pointed and thumb fingers snagging her nose as she scrunched her face in annoyance. Her heels were clicking into the wooden floors. In this school, Larissa never seemed to have a moment of solitude, and when she heard a knock at the door, her annoyance increased. She approached the office door with a roll of the eyes, her shoes clicking on the wooden floor as she went. Her face was plastered with a million dollar smile. No matter how annoyed she may be, making a good first impression is crucial. She would also be lying if she said she hadn't wondered what the new professor would be like; at the very least, she hoped they were tolerable. The interviewee's door was opened by Larissa by pulling down on the brass handle, which only served to pique her curiosity. However, the smile that had been on her face vanished as soon as she noticed who was standing behind the door.

The two women just stood there, mouths gaping at the sight of the other. Years had passed since their graduation from Nevermore and their most recent encounter. “Oh, Hello.” (Y/N) managed to say, eyes scanning the tall woman in front of her. Larissa had undoubtedly not altered in the slightest, but she didn't need to because she had always had such impeccable taste, even when they were still students. Even though (Y/N) teased her about how long it took her to style her hair, she always had it in a flawless style every day. And then, as she shook her head and focused on reality after realising she was staring at the principal, she was greeted by a confused face. Larissa said, slightly hushed, "I certainly didn't expect you to show up..considering the circumstances you left in." She then crossed her arms and let (Y/N) enter her office. (Y/N) felt guilty as she recalled her abrupt disappearance after graduating; she hasn't seen Larissa since. “..I didn’t think you’d be the principal here” she replied in the same hushed tone, which caused the principal to let out a chuckle, “It quite literally says my name on the door.” Oh, so that's what the plaque outside said. The women stood motionless for a while, simply staring each other down as tension built between them. (Y/N) grinned sheepishly. Larissa chuckled following that. They were taken back to their Nevermore days when she laughed the way she used to and (Y/N) joined in. returning to their shared girlhood. "I missed our squabbles," Larissa said, nodding and indicating for (Y/N) to follow her back to her desk while her heels clicked on the floor. “I’m sure we’ll have more now that I’m back.” (Y/N) replied with a smile as she followed Larissa, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of the principal's desk. Larissa took a seat in her own chair and sighed in response. "You have a great deal of faith that you will be hired." She exclaimed with a sarcastic expression while arching one of her eyebrows. (Y/N) responded, laying her bag at her feet and saying, "You could never say no to me."

It was definitely nice to be back.

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𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚༅🂱

—pairing; Baroness Von Hellman x fem! reader ⚢

— word count; 401

—summary; you fire one of the Baroness’s employees

— a/n ෆ . ༉‧₊˚✧ ; The text in italics is from a prompt generator:) I hope you enjoy this little fic:3

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“You’re fired!,” Y/n yelled at him in the abandoned Alley behind the House of Hellman. Miguel looked dumbfounded at her fearing that he might not be snapping back like he always does. “You can’t do that, I am their best employee!,” he argued. His eyes came a little bit out of its head. “I will do something very different if you won’t leave now.”

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“Am I in trouble?,” Y/n looked pitiful in Elizabeth’s eyes. “Take a guess,” the Baroness shot her an evil glare. The girl wasn’t sure what to tell her, for her it was reasonable to fire Miguel for what he did. Of course he used to be a renowned Designer for the House of Hellman but that didn’t mean that everyone had to put up with his behaviour. “No?,” Y/n asked, hoping she wouldn’t be. Her girlfriend insidiously looked at the younger woman, not knowing if she was joking, and if she was, that wasn’t the right moment.“Take another guess,” Elizabeth snapped and finally turned around in her chair. “Listen Lizzie, I can explain!,” Y/n tried to defend herself. “Oh now I’m curious, explain yourself then Y/n,” Elizabeth flapped her legs up on her desk and pierced Y/n with an expecting look. “Miguel talked all this crap about you again, called you an old hag,” Y/n inhaled deeply before continuing her rambling, “I just couldn’t let him talk about you like that anymore. And since you made me the manager I kind of took advantage of that title.”

Slowly the Baroness walked over to Y/n from her table, positioning herself directly in front of her. “That’s very sweet of you to defend me, love. But he was pretty good at his job,” Elizabeth explained to her girlfriend and cupped her face in her hands. “You would rather have him talk like that behind your back?,” she asked confused and let her head rest in the hands of her girlfriend. “No, Miguel’s gone now. We’ll find someone else. But I’d rather have you ask me the next time before you fire one of our best employees,” Elizabeth replied and pecked Y/n’s lips. The anger left the Baroness’s body when her girlfriend explained to her why she cut of their best designer. No one had defended her even close like that in her life. “I’m glad I have you, Y/n.” “I’m glad I have you too, my Lizzie.”

#cruella #wlw #sapphic #fanfiction #fanfic #wlw love #baroness von hellman #baroness von hellman x reader #cruella de vil #emma thompson #x reader imagines #x reader

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Baroness von Hellman x Reader

A/N: very self-indulgent lol. quotes from the prompt generator are in italics.. happy valentine's dayy

"Y/N, darling,"

You woke up with Elizabeth nudging you and struggling to escape from your embrace. You only pulled her closer to you, earning a low grunt from her. She knew this was one of your lazy days where you only want to snuggle with her for the whole day. Normally, she would say yes because she simply cannot resist her adorable princess, but today is not the right day.

"Y/N get up, you're being lazy," she insisted.

You buried your face on her breasts, loving the warmth they radiate and appreciating the rhythm of her moving chest. "Lazy is such a strong word, Lizzie! I like to call it 'selective participation'," you muffled.

She almost did not understand your words. When she did, she scoffed with your sarcasm. She opened her mouth to talk, and surely you will obey her this time.

"Dear–"

"Let's stay like this for a little more, please?"

"I have to prepare for the fashion show."

As soon as you heard her say that in her stern voice, you automatically pulled your face away from her breasts and abruptly let her go from your embrace. Elizabeth instantly missed your warmth and regretted reminding you of her show. She did not miss the hint of sadness from your eyes and the twitching of your upper lip.

You knew that you shouldn't bother her when she's preparing for her fashion shows, her job is always her top priority and yet you have forgotten.

"I'm sorry I forgot–," You stood up from your bed when she got a gentle hold of your wrist. "You're not going anywhere," she softly declares than usual.

Confusion was written all over your face with her sudden shift of mood.

"I'm calling off at work," she says, making you worry more so you sat cross-legged on the bed facing her.

"You don't have to. You can just finish everything then arrive home early," you reassure.

"You are above all those 'everything', my princess."

You blushed with what she said, and she caresses them both, grinning that she still has that effect on you.

"Now, what does my princess wants to do?" She asks, and you frown, seriously considering her question.

"Anything, though I'd honestly like to," and you started rambling about things you have been wanting to try when she gets her day off. She has to admit that she finds it amusing that you manage to squeeze many silly ideas from your mind only a few moments after her question.

Shaking her head, "Idiot is such a weak word. I prefer to call it Y/N," she remarks.

"And I am gladly your Y/N."

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why are you always leaving?

pairing: joyce byers x reader

word count: 1.3k

request from anonymous: “‘i can’t lose you’ + joyce x female!reader 💞💞💞“

notes: i was originally going to make this just a small drabble, but i decided to make it a bit longer. the whole thing is set a bit in s2 & s3 and a bit in s4 as well, so contains s4 spoilers.

stranger things tag list: tba ! ( i’ve refreshed my tag lists. if you want to be added, please send me a message ! )

Joyce had always been one of your best friends. But it was slowly developing into something different. You didn’t know how to talk about it, but it was definitely something. Though you were keeping it a secret for now. The two of you didn’t want anyone to know anything until you figured out what all of it was.

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when you became more than just friends, but it was sometime after Will went missing. You had been with Joyce trying to help her find her son, but somehow everything was still a big secret from you. When Will came back, you didn’t know how or where he was–Joyce never explained it to you. She just told you that it was a lot to explain. Something had happened, and that things had been going on. She couldn’t tell you what was happening, but that it was all fine now.

Then there had been Bob, and you wanted to be happy for her. But you couldn’t help the fact that it had driven you crazy. You were still there for Joyce, but it was hardly the same when she was in a relationship. You couldn’t be there for her like you wanted to be, your feelings getting in the way.

Then things started happening with Will, again. You didn’t know what was going on, but somehow you’d wound up involved.

Keep reading

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seeing “balanced” takes on abortion makes me want to state for the record i love abortion. I love it. Unapologetically. I love all my friends who have had abortions and all the reasons they’ve had them. i love people who treat abortion flippantly I love people who have a lot of emotions about their abortion. I love people who will have only one abortion in their whole life and people who will have many. abortion is great, no caveats. Its not a moral quandary. if someone doesn’t want to be pregnant they should have safe access to rectifying the state of their own body

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I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

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Anyone interested in a Frankie Heck x reader?? I just haven’t seen anything like that around here just wanted to drop that question;)

#the middle #sapphic #frankie heck #frankie heck x reader

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Codename Villanelle novel series original ending, by Luke Jennings

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Imagine Zelda being all soft for you. 」 . .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ * ⋆ ⋆ *

Since Hilda had moved out of the mortuary and is not doing all the chores around the house, Zelda is more tense than when she had found out about their powers weakening. Nothing seemed to be in place neither has Hilda given your girlfriend clear instructions as to how the house actually works. The rummaging through kitchen drawers would start early in the morning, when the red head needed her lighter, and would end when she found the spices in the evening. There was nothing Zelda hated more than displaced stuff around the house, although the items hadn’t been displaced but rather the older witch never cared about their places.

“Hilda needs to come back in an instant”, Zelda hissed and took a sip from her whiskey. You watched her tapping on the wooden coffee table with her fingers. Her eyes seemed to pierce through the walls, with whatever intention she had with that. “Initial obstacles are normal, love. Just give yourself some time to adjust to the new situation”, you tried to comfort her. “That woman can’t just leave. Doesn’t she know how much work there is around the house?”

One thing you knew about Zelda was; she hated when people touched her hair, but she loved it when you did it. Carefully you ran your fingers through the witches auburn hair in hopes to calm her down. Although you could still feel her mind running, Zelda seemed to let her anger go. Zelda’s affection mostly only was shown moderately but her exhaustion caused her to lean in to your light touch and hum. “At least you’ll stick around baby”, it was only seldom that the woman called you by that name and you appreciated it gladly. “Always.” A small smile began to form on her lips before she quickly pecked yours, just to light a cigarette after.

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