#risse gets too sentimental

[tsukkiscookies]

phew okay so now that 402 is officially out, i have so many mixed feelings about it and so many things to say but more under the cut in case you haven’t read the chapter.

so, for one last time, manga spoilers under the cut. <#

when kita said “see, i told you my teammates are amazing” I SOBBED like i was seriously joking when i said i wanted kita to make an appearance in 402 but he actually appeared in one panel? 

the way the entire manga ends with the phrase “i win too, this time” just makes me want to cry all over again even though i low key saw this coming,, time to go update my analysis post on chapter 365 because now i’m really just sad n depressed after 402 

that one panel where ushiwaka and tendou declared that they were besties,, i genuinely felt so happy for tendou because it’s really likely that ushiwaka was the first real friend that tendou had, and to think that they kept contact all these years just makes it even more heartwarming ; u ;

the haiba siblings really said they would serve looks,, though if you go back and reread look at where lev is looking in the advertisement  👀 it serves as a continuation to that “your sister is hot” “i know right” scene because DAMN LEV SHE’S YOUR SISTER YOU DO NOT LOOK AT YOUR SIBLINGS LIKE THAT.

hinata: “give me a lot of tosses today,” and when kageyama said “you’d have to do good receives” it just feels like everything has come full circle <3 takes me back to the first few chapters when kageyama was so reluctant to toss to hinata because they were dead set on being rivals and defeating each other? seeing them work together here so well is just 🥺✨

remember kageyama’s flashback to his second match against seijoh when he said something along the lines of “now we’re even, we have one win each”? and when ushiwaka remembered that oikawa said “my volleyball career isn’t over yet, don’t forget this worthless pride of mine?” and when iwa remembered that he told ushijima “i’ll defeat you on the day we fight?” well, oikawa once said “one day, i am going to defeat you all” and it’s already hinting at that. at that time, japan already lost two games to argentina, which means that if argentina won that set, it’s all over. oikawa fufilled his promise.

i guess this was already made available some time ago once the posters were released but when hinata and kageyama went to foreign leagues, both their team names contain the word “wings” in it (asas sao paulo and ali roma) like damn furudate you smartt i love this so much 

and near the end where the panels showed all the flashbacks? from daichi pressing the club application forms to their heads to takeda-sensei looking at them with an encouraging smile, it just makes me feel as if i grew up with them. i love this manga so much 💔 it’s so much more than just volleyball or beating one another in game, it’s about development and growth and i am so here for it :’]

i can’t choose a sentimental ending quote, so this really just sums it all up:

“thank you for the past eight years.”

[spicy-picklez]

Rainbow after a Storm P12

Includes:

Soft Larissa 🤭

Characters:

Larissa Weems x 18yo female student

Summary:

After nearly missing school due to oversleeping, Y/N makes an impulsive decision to stop her day from spiralling drastically downhill.

Word Count:

3.4k

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A/N: I’m so sorry for such a long time between chapters nowadays. We’re currently in a state of emergency due to insane flooding and landslides and my power keeps going out. It makes it extremely difficult to write when you don’t have Wi-Fi. My mates are completely blocked in so we’ve been out most of today giving them extra supplies and food because we don’t know when it’ll clear up.

I’m safe here so don’t stress, you will still be getting your dose of Larissa x Y/N. It’s just whether Mother Nature decides it wants to let me write.

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A smile grows on your lips as Larissa begins to wake from her nap. The phone you’d been scrolling through while your arm lazily hung over her is now discarded beside you as you wrap both your arms around her. The last few rays of the sunset softly land on her face, illuminating her pale-skin with a golden glow. “Morning.” She murmurs, pushing her head into your chest. Placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, you let off a soft chuckle. “Not quite darling, it’s 7.30pm. Are you feeling any better?” She nods against your chest and you smile. “Good, are you hungry? I remember someone mentioning you loved lasagna so I made some while you were asleep.” Her eyes fly open as you say this. “You didn’t-.” A smile grows on her face as you nod.

“I’ll take that as a yes you’re hungry and would like some.” You laugh as she shoots out of bed and heads to the kitchen. You quickly follow in pursuit. Taking a seat on the couch, you turn on the TV, putting on Trailer Park Boys again. A soft moan escapes her as she takes her first bite, a grin growing on your face as her eyes widen at the noise. “This is amazing love. You’re way too good to me.” A soft chuckle escapes you as you shake your head. “I’m just paying you back for everything you’ve done for me, my love. You’re too worried about me to even consider yourself into it, Riss. You can’t keep running yourself ragged for me darling.”

“Darling, it wasn’t over you. I will never get tired of worrying about you. I only want the best for you and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you get it. I was just overwhelmed because we decided to go with the theme for the RaveN that takes the most amount of planning and time.” She says, her hand reaching out to comfortingly squeeze your thigh, a reassuring smile on her lips.

“Well, what is it? I can help. There’s only one person I’d ever consider taking and unfortunately, I can’t. So I don’t even know if I’m going to go.” She chuckles softly as you say this. “I appreciate the sentiment but as you are still a student, I’m sworn to secrecy I’m afraid.” You sigh, taking a bite of your food. “Alright fine, just make sure you’re looking after yourself, love. It’s ok to take breaks.” She nods as you say this before the both of you flick your attention to the TV, eagerly digging into your lasagna.

After washing your plates, you return back to the couch, Larissa’s arms already open for you to fall into, barely managing to stifle a yawn as you snuggle into her warm embrace. Your cheek against her chest, she wraps her arms around you, gently tracing shapes into the small of your back. Tilting your head up, you can’t help but smile. How did you get so lucky to be able to call this goddess yours? Her breath-taking blue eyes are locked on the screen as she gently bites the inside of her lip. A soft moan escapes her as you place your lips on her exposed neck, slowly trailing tender kisses from her jaw to her collarbone.

Placing a finger under your chin, she lifts your head up to place a loving kiss on your lips. Your hand comes up to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. One of her hands staying on your lower back, the other trails down your hip to your thigh, pulling it over her legs, helping you sit up to straddle her lap. Pulling away, you flick your hair out of your face before reconnecting your lips. Your tongue slowly runs over her lower lip, grinning as she opens her mouth for you. Moans are elicited from the both of you as the kiss grows deeper. Her name falls off your shaky breath as she draws your lower lip into her mouth, lightly grazing her teeth over it. Gently resting her forehead against yours, the two of you gasp for air, giddy smiles on your faces. “You mean everything to me, Riss.” You say, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. “And you mean everything to me, my love.” She whispers, her eyes looking caringly into yours with an unspoken love.

Resting your head in the crook of her neck, she pulls her arms tighter around your waist as you both let out a contented sigh. Neither of you are watching the TV at this point, instead you bask in each other’s comforting embrace, warmth and affection filling every inch of your bodies. It isn’t until the episode’s credits begin to roll before you attempt to stifle another yawn. Larissa chuckles, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “I think it’s time for us to turn in for the night darling. I’m not the only one who needs rest.” She murmurs as you nod against her shoulder.

Getting up from the couch, she slowly starts undoing the buttons on your white button-up shirt, placing soft tender kisses on every inch of skin revealed to her. Slowly unzipping her dress, you help her step out of it as her hands expertly loosen your tie. You continue the process of removing each other’s clothing, showering each other with caring kisses and compliments. Once fully undressed, she pulls you under the covers of the blanket, placing her bare front against your back. One arm slips under your head as her other wraps over your hip, pulling you against her as she gently cups your breast. Tilting your head back to face her, she places a soft kiss on your lips. “Goodnight my love.” You whisper, earning a soft smile from her. “Goodnight darling.”

You love sleeping exposed with her. It feels so vulnerable but yet so safe. The feeling of her warm skin against yours was so intimate and comforting. You feel your eyes growing heavy as you relax into her arms, breathing in her scent. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep. Placing a gentle kiss onto your shoulder, Riss smiles against your skin, hypnotised by the way your body feels so perfect against hers. A soft sigh escapes her as she closes her eyes, letting the tiredness take over her body, falling asleep not long after you.

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“Y/N darling, time to get up.” Larissa’s gentle voice wakes you from your sleep as her hand trails up and down your hip. Letting out a whine, you bury your face into the pillow. “No.” She chuckles. “You have class in 20 minutes.” Hearing this, your eyes shoot open, muttering a string of curses under your breath. Larissa laughs as you throw back the covers, dashing past her to grab some saline wipes and bandages from the bathroom. Following you, she stands in front of the mirror, continuing to dab at the half-blended concealer on her neck as you pull on your dressing gown. Sliding down to sit on the cool tiles, you begin to unwrap the old bandages from around your arm. Your arm was already beginning to heal over, the stitches starting to dissolve in your skin.

“Love?” Larissa flicks her eyes to meet yours as she hears this. “Darling?”

“Do you think I’d be able to leave it unbandaged now?” You ask, holding your arm for her to check. Gently picking up your wrist in her hand, she nods. “Yeah if you’re comfortable, I’d say it’ll be fine.” She places a soft kiss on her lips as she finishes speaking. “Good morning by the way.” You grin, quickly kissing her again. “Good morning love.” Standing up, you return the clean bandages to their drawer before turning the sink on, trying to splash water on your face to wake you up more. Grabbing your toothbrush, you add a layer of toothpaste before running it under the tap. Quickly brushing your teeth, you return back out to the living room, heading over the drawers by the bed. You drop your dressing gown over your shoulders, pulling on your school uniform. Checking the time, you return to the bathroom, adjusting your blazer over your shoulders. “Right, I have to go. I can’t be late to history of outcasts, we’re doing a group project and I’ll feel bad if I’m not there.” You say as Larissa nods, finishing applying her makeup before turning to you. “Be safe. If you need a break-.”

“Come back here. I know love.” You say, a soft smile pulling at your lips before leaning forwards to place a soft kiss on her cheek. “The same applies for you darling. Don’t overwork yourself. Take breaks, make sure you’re looking after yourself while I’m not here.” She nods, giving your hand a comforting squeeze before you head to class. Exiting through her office, you walk through the corridor before joining the frenzied mess of students in the main school hallways.

You barely make it to class, taking your seat just as the bell rings. Eugene and Nesie both raise an eyebrow as you sit down, your cheeks red from battling through the sea of students. “Sorry, I overslept.” You say as Nesie just rolls her eyes, Eugene unable to hold back a grin. “That’s ok Y/N, you didn’t miss anything.” He says as Wednesday pulls out the papers from yesterday. “Ok so we have the pricking test, witch’s mark, witch’s cake, literacy test, and the weight test. Can we think of any others?” Nesie spreads your notes over the table as she says this. “Well there’s the swim test which also links into the dunking method.” You say, leaning back on your chair as Wednesday writes it onto the paper.

That was how one of your distant relatives had died. The person who had controlled the dunking chair took too long to bring him up. When they finally did, your uncle of many greats had drowned. Since he was dead, he was instantly cleared as innocent, not that that was much help to him after that. The trials were absolutely stupid, he was indeed a witch but that didn’t mean he couldn’t drown. There’s not much you can do to save yourself when your arms and body are bound to a chair, even if you are a witch.

“There’s also pressing, isn’t that how that Giles Corey person died?” Eugene quips as you nod. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d know who Giles was, I thought your family weren’t allowed to talk about the trials.”

“Well we’re not. I just went through a phase where I was really interested in medieval torture methods and I remember reading something about him dying during the trials due to pressing.” Wednesday smirks as he says this. “Didn’t think you’d be the type.” You have to agree with her on this one. Medieval torture methods isn’t something you’d expect the small and sweet beekeeper to be interested in.

“We should have plenty of tests, that's seven methods now, I don’t particularly want everyone’s eyes on me for too long.” You say, a nod of agreement coming from both Eugene and Nesie. “Right, there’s three of us so we should both get two methods each to present and we can all do the third together.” Eugene says.

“Well, the swim test also leads into the dunking torture method so it’ll be more work to do. Maybe we make that the one we all research and present together and we can split the others.” Both of them agree with you as you suggest this.

“Right, Y/N, did you want the witch’s cake and literacy? Eugene, since you know a bit about pressing already, did you want that and the witch’s mark? I’ll take the pricking and weight tests.” Nesie says, Eugene nodding in response. Sitting up in your chair, you sigh. “Of course, I get the piss one.” This earns a chuckle from Eugene as you grab two sheets of paper, writing one of your methods on each of them. The three of you pull out your headphones, jotting down notes as music fills your ears.

None of you really spoke much apart from idle conversation when one of you had a question or a random thought popped into your head. It wasn’t until the bell to dismiss the class sounded before any of you noticed just how long you’d been working. You couldn’t help the smile creeping across your face when you realised you and Nesie have a free period next. Picking up your notes, the three of you leave the classroom. “So what do you guys have next?” Eugene asks, pushing his glasses up his nose as you step into the corridor.

“Free period, you?” The little boy sighs as he hears your response. “Botanical science. I don’t want to go but Ms Thornhill’s terrifying.” He replies, both you and Nesie nodding in agreement. “That’s our last class, I’m tempted to just not go. I’m just going to end up kicked out part way through the class anyways. She hates me for some reason.” You say as Wednesday raises an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah ‘for some reason,’ I wonder if it’s got anything to do with the whole destroying her greenhouse thing, or any of the other unrelated incidents over the past year.” Eugene laughs over his shoulder as he heads to class. Falling into step with Wednesday, you sigh. “He does have a point, I may do well academically but I’m an asshole student.” You laugh as you head towards the lake to meet up with Enid who just finished her Werewolf Reproduction class. “Well why would you be nice to her? She hasn’t given you any reason to.” Nesie does have a point there. The fresh morning air hits your face as you exit the school building, heading through the gates past the greenhouse.

The familiar blonde figure, sitting up against a tree, comes into sight as you round the last corner through the trees. “Hey.” You smile, sitting down opposite her as Nesie places a soft kiss on E’s cheek. “Finish the lyrics, anyone?” Enid says, pulling out a speaker as Nesie sighs. “I always lose.” You can’t help but grin as you respond. “I’m not much better but it’s fun.” Enid lets out an excited squeal as you both agree, the first song sounding. “Y/N, you’re up.” You recognised the song, the lyrics? That was a different story. “I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad, buy all of the things I never had. I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine, smiling next to Oprah and the Queen. Oh everytime I close my eyes…” It’s at this point the music cuts off. “I see my name in flashing lights?” You had no idea, just saying what sounded right. Enid gives you a round of applause. “Yep! Nes, your turn, you’ll know this one.” The music sounds and you grin, hearing the lyrics of There isn’t any God by Rusty Cage. “Some songs are made to help you wake up in the morning. Well, here's a little song to help you go back to sleep.”

“There isn’t any god and when you die, you’re just dead. And Heaven’s just a fairytale to put you to bed. Sometimes I think about the chance that I’m wrong, and then I close my eyes and just remember this song.” Wednesday says, proud that she got this one. Taking the phone from E, you search for Lana Del Rey’s Jealous Girl, knowing she went through a phase a couple months ago where she was obsessed with this song. “Show him what you're all about. Whoop, burn the house down, show him who's the leader. Bring ya baby down, down, go cheerleaders.” Enid’s face shows pure panic as you stop the music. “Baby I’m a gangsta too and it takes two to tango. You don’t wanna mess with me, mess with me?”

“Eh, close enough. It’s dance with me, dance with me.” You laugh, handing her phone back. The next forty minutes was spent full of laughter and many failed panic attempts at lyrics from all of you. By the time you made it to the quad for interval, it was your turn. “OHHHHH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE, OHHHHHHHHH LIVING ON A PRAYER.” The three of you scream as the music for Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer stops. A fourth voice continues singing as you look over to see Xave coming over to the table, grinning. “Finish the lyrics?” You ask as he laughs. “Count me in.” Eugene and Ajax were the last to join the group, both having to come from the greenhouse. “Ooh, is this finish the lyrics?” Ajax says, plonking himself down beside you. You nod. “You guys playing?”

After a while, you have to head back to classes, pausing the game but it resumes again at lunch. Wednesday was doing surprisingly well compared to her last few attempts at the game. None of you were even trying to be quiet anymore, all of you screaming out the lyrics you knew. Ajax and Xavier often butchered the lyrics to hell and back but it was rather entertaining. Your phone vibrates on the table, a grin appearing on your lips as you read the text.

L���️: Good to hear you’re having fun, love. Though I am rather upset Xavier didn’t know Meet me Halfway.

You: All of us were, how could he not? Even Wednesday knows it. I didn’t realise you could hear us though.

“Xave, Larissa would like me to let you know she is very disappointed in you for not knowing Meet me Halfway. Also, she can hear us guys.” You laugh as the others look at you in shock. “Oh God, she can hear my horrible cat in a blender style of singing.” Eugene’s face shows nothing but horror as he says this.

L♥️: You do realise you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and my office is just above the quad right?

You: Well, yes and yes. But I didn’t think we were that loud.

L♥️: Your beautiful voice carries my love, it's enchanting and damn near impossible to miss.

“Oi Y/N, did you wanna stop making lovey-dovey eyes at your phone? It’s your turn.” Ajax laughs as your cheeks heat up. Turning your phone over, you nod. “Sorry, go ahead.” The first few chords of ABBA’s Slipping Through My Fingers play and you can’t help but grin. “Oh I got this in the bag, I grew up on ABBA.” When the music finally stops, you perfectly sing the lyrics off by heart. “Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers all the time. Do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing. Slipping through my fingers all the time.”

“You know, you’re a better singer than the Queen of Nevermore herself.” Xave says to nods of agreement from the group. “Just don’t mention that to her, Bianca already has enough reasons to hate Y/N.” Enid laughs. It wasn’t much longer as the end of lunch bell sounds, everyone groaning as they start going to the last class of the day. Getting up, you fall into step with Wednesday and Xave, heading to botanical science. As the greenhouse comes into view, you stop. What was even the point of trying to attend class? You’d just get sent away to Riss before you can even begin to catch up on the amount of work you’ve missed.

“Can you guys take notes for me? I’m not exactly wanting to endure the embarrassment of being sent out from class again so I’m not going to go.” Xave just looks at you in shock while Nesie nods, a smirk growing on her face. “Fair enough… we’ll catch up with you later.” She says as Xave reaches out, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before the two of them head inside. Putting your headphones in, you head in the opposite direction, pulling your blazer closer to your body as the cool winter’s wind begins to pick up, nearly blowing you off your feet.

You didn’t really know where you were going but you doubt Larissa would accept your reasoning for not attending class so you just keep walking.

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[ashnadir]

wessonmelancon:

All Wesson had in reply to the idea of iced coffee was a disgusted “ugh” and an equally disgusted scrunching of his nose. “Only drink that needs to be iced is sweet, iced tea.” Hot tea was a blasphemous thing where he was from; though he had never tried it, he had convinced himself he wouldn’t like it one bit.

Following the man to the bar, he listened to his comment about the place he called home and felt a tad offended. “If you live there, it’s not muggy most of the time. Some days you feel like you’re swimmin’ on land, though.” He couldn’t help but defend his home state; it was a place that he loved.

The witch gave a slight chuckle at the mention of “five o’clock somewhere.” Everyone back in New Orleans loved to quote the tired, old song with the same sentiment. “Any kind of bourbon works. Thanks.” The taste of coffee and bourbon was new, but not unwelcome; Wesson made a note to make the drink again on mornings when he needed something extra with his caffeine. “Yeah, that’s good. Good on you for bringin’ this up.” He tilted his mug toward the man and raised the side of his mouth in a thankful grin.

After reaching out his hand to return the handshake - and feeling nothing to alert him to the supernatural - Wesson replied. “Wesson. And yeah, just got here a few days ago.” He had noticed that Iann seemed to have some form of control here at the inn, so he made an inquiry. “Say, do y’all have any rooms open? Now that I’m thinkin’ of it, I kinda need a place to stay. I’ve been bummin’ off a friend for far too long.” While Riss’ futon was more comfortable than his car’s back seat, he was starting to feel like he was encroaching on his limit for staying with them. The inn seemed cozy enough.

As Wesson confirmed his iced-tea-pride, Iann grinned widely and pushed it a little further.  "I'll bet you've never even tried hot tea.  There are tons of different kinds: herby, sweetish, tangy, flowery...the tea permutations are endless.  Y'know in the summer, I think I'll make them all as iced tea just for you, and set up a tea bar in here, hm?" Iann proclaimed, his hands spanning across the smooth wood bar counter.

"Will you come by and try them out?"

Iann liked that Wesson seemed to get a tad prickly about his homestate.  It spoke a lot about the man.

"So you left sweet home Louisiana to come here?  In winter of all times?"  Iann folded his arms under him, and leaned in slightly. "Looking for something?"

He gave Wesson a wink in response to the witch's satisfaction with his spiked coffee, studying the younger man's rather scruffy face in a mild but growing curiousity.  He certainly had remarkable eyes, that was noticeable right away.  

"Wesson, as in canola,” Iann joked (it was a terrible joke) and he gave Wesson’s hand a firm pump.   “With the Christmas rush over, I think we got an open room available, yeah...." Iann tugged over the bar's tablet and after some muttered cussing and extreme tapping on the screen, he finally accessed reservations.

"The Night Walker suite's available...how long are you thinking of staying?  It's kind of a vampire room but just think of it as 'Southern gothic', hm?  I can take you up and show you if you like.  Ah - and that'll be $2.50 for the bourbon, by the way."

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