Power Trip | Wednesday Series | Fanfiction Oneshots

Missing the way you taste on my lips when the alcohol hit Gomez/Larissa/Morticia

[STORY SUMMARY]
A collection Larissa Weems's memory as her reaction to meeting Wednesday. . . .

If you squint at the blur of smut and fluff you might find some plot there idk. . .

The way it's written is like Larissa goes back to what she felt and what she did. . .

In regards to what EXACTLY happened . . .

It's vague just there was an argument thag broke out before and after the RaveN. . .

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Fanfic inspired from Ancient History by Set it off, I Might make a continuation theres certainly potential cuz I have like a lot of ideas to add here. . . .

I meant to post this sooner. I just forgot about it, honestly. With 15+ fics going on in my brain, it's hard to remember what I'm working on, and I gotta do my college work 😅

But this is just Larissa Suffering without her idiots , yeah-- I have more lore for this I promised just hear me outtttt

Ps I just found this again, I'll proof read at a different time but for now have this

[STORY WARNINGS]

Smut like a lot of it -
A hint of Angst
drinking - like an unhealthy amount
Heartbreak
A lot of flashbacks and memories-- like a lot of it
Sad af
Larissa sad depressed Perspective? Idk

[AUTHOR'S NOTES]

If I missed some tags / warnings, please tell me. Also, thanks so much for reading.
If you want more or have some suggestions or some constructive criticism, please leave a comment . . .
again, thanks for reading!

[STORY BEGIN]

Larissa takes a sip of her wine. Cracking open the old school yearbook flipping through the pages. . .

The memory flashes as she closes her eyes. The feeling of running her fingers along Morticia's hair. . .

Cupping Gomez's face, seeing that annoying little grin he had.

"Mis Diosas," Gomez would say, giving her hand a gentle reassuring squeeze, lifting it up to his lip.

Kissing at the back of her hand, Gomez's lips would be brushing against her knuckles, and then he would take Morticia's hand to do the same.

And Larissa couldn't help but feel her heart melt.

She looked down upon their faces again upon that unmistakable glint in their eye when they shared a look.

She moved her hand, Her finger tracing along their faces, and they stared lovingly into the camera, holding each other in each other's arms.

How she misses those arms around her, how she misses when they both press their soft lips upon her cheek.

The way Gomez would grab at her shoulder so she would lean down for him to be able to reach her cheek, planting several kisses at a time.
How Morticia would descend upon the two of them affectionately and lovingly if she spots them doing such a thing.

Larissa snapped the yearbook shut,

Larissa wiped at her tear-filled eyes before she started to cry. She downed the wine in her glass before grabbing the bottle, thinking she was going to refill the wineglass

A few weeks after their argument, the argument that tore her apart inside. It made her feel unloved and used 20-year-old Larissa leaning back against the wall, in front of her a worried Kenichi Tanaka and Vincent Thorpe.