#risse recs

[h-doodles]

b4 i sleep i need to say that rereading dragonmist's time & other hazy concepts on ao3 while sleep deprived @ 5 in the morning is a choice™ i do not regret and will def redo in the future <3

[fantasymisfitsquotes]

Tristan : How many drinks of alcohol do you consume a week? Riss : One. Tristan : That's it? One drink? Riss : One shelf.

[weemssapphic]

Lipstick Stains - Pt. 24

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

warning: this chapter contains smut (g!p)

words: ~ 4.2k | ao3 link in title

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“My mom wanted me to thank you for all the restaurant recs you gave them. By the sound of it I’m pretty sure my parents were in a food coma all weekend.”

Larissa let out a sound between a chuckle and a snort, her gaze briefly flicking up from her laptop. You were sitting cross legged on the chair across from her, a textbook flipped open in your lap and your phone in your hand, the soft, cool glow illuminating your face as you glanced up at Larissa with a grin.

“I’m glad your parents don’t seem to hate me entirely,” Larissa quipped with a small but genuine smile.

“They could never hate you, Larissa… I think my mom was just being weirdly protective,” you said with a shrug. “Wouldn’t your mom be the same?”

You could see Larissa’s shoulders tense, her smile faltering, and you frowned. Larissa didn’t speak of her parents much, or at all, really - all you knew was that they were still alive, and that they lived somewhere near London. 

“Sorry, you don’t have to-” you started quickly, worried you’d struck a nerve, but Larissa interrupted you before you had the chance to finish speaking.

“My mother has never cared for anyone I’ve chosen to be with, I doubt this would be any different.” Her voice was cool and weirdly distant, and her gaze flickered back to her laptop under the pretense of reading her emails - you could tell, though, that she was just scrolling idly, without really absorbing anything on the screen.

“Oh, so she’s, like, super critical of your partners…?”

“Of everyone. Not to mention homophobic.”

Your stomach dropped at that, your heart breaking into a billion pieces for Larissa. “What about your dad?” you mumbled, your mouth feeling a bit dry as you feared the answer.

Larissa shrugged, snapping her laptop shut and interlocking her hands in her lap as she leaned back in her chair and fixed the smooth, rounded edge of the desk with a distant, pensive stare. “I don’t think he minds, but he wouldn’t dare speak out against my mother, so it doesn’t matter.”

“It matters a lot, Riss, that’s really shit, I th-”

You were interrupted by a pounding on the door to Larissa’s office - it opened behind you with a bang, an alarmingly loud flurry of footsteps spilling into the room. Larissa’s brow furrowed as her gaze snapped to the source of the interruption, and she immediately straightened up in her seat. 

A small group of students you hadn’t yet met all flocked around her desk, their anxiety clearly palpable - until they noticed you, fixing you with curious stares as the girl at the front of the group opened her mouth to speak, glanced over at you, then shut her mouth again.

“Should I…?” you asked Larissa quietly, your voice faltering a bit as you struggled to come to terms with the sudden interruption, subtly shifting in your seat so that you were sitting properly on the chair. 

Larissa shook her head gently. “It’s alright,” she said firmly, turning her attention to the girl and raising an eyebrow. “Ms. Barclay, I hope you have a good reason for barging into my office so late in the evening.”

Larissa was in principal mode, and you sat as still as you could to not draw further attention to yourself as the students, mercifully, turned their heads to look at their principal, and the girl started speaking.

“Principal Weems, Wednesday’s gone off the rails.”

Larissa’s face fell at the mention of Wednesday, and she instantly rolled her shoulders back and placed her interlocked hands atop her desk. “Would you care to elaborate?” she hummed coolly, irritation clear in her voice.

“She’s literally torturing Tyler out in Xavier’s art studio, she thinks he’s the hyde and that tasing him is going to unlock it or something.”

Your jaw dropped at the girl’s words, your stomach churning - a glance at Larissa told you she was having a similar emotional reaction, though she was infinitely better at hiding it, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly and her knuckles turning white.

“We tried to stop her, but she was weirdly into it, she said she had a vision,” offered one of the boys.

“I’m not going to ask how you know this - quite frankly, I don’t believe I want to know. I am, however, going to have to alert the sheriff…” Larissa picked up the phone on her desk, her nostrils flaring as she dialed the sheriff’s phone number. She leaned back as she lifted the receiver to her ear, waiting for him to pick up. “Sheriff Galpin, we have a problem. And her name is Wednesday Addams.”

Larissa quickly relayed the most important details to the sheriff, giving him permission to come to Nevermore to pick Wednesday up and agreeing to meet him at the station afterwards. As she hung up, she let out a frustrated sigh before turning back to her students. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will be dealing with Ms. Addams accordingly and I would be very grateful if you could return to your dorms for the evening.”

The students shuffled back out of the office with mumbled ‘goodbye’s and ‘thank you’s (and a couple curious glances in your direction), and Larissa closed her eyes, a frown on her face as her lip twitched. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave for a little while,” she said slowly, her tone laced with annoyance and regret in equal measure. “I would be very happy if you would stay and wait for me, though I understand if you’d rather go home.”

“Of course I’m staying,” you replied firmly, placing your textbook on the edge of Larissa’s desk as you leaned over and took her hand in yours. Larissa’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze instantly softening as it landed on your hand gently but insistently intertwining itself with hers - she gave it a squeeze, before pulling her hand away and standing to fetch her coat.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she said, pressing a light kiss to the crown of your head as she passed you to leave her office in a hurry.

~~~

The tell-tale click of heels just outside the door and the turning of the lock alerted you to Larissa’s return, and you closed the textbook you’d been studying and turned on the little sofa in front of the fire, craning your neck to watch the door as it opened. 

Wednesday stepped into the room first, her gaze instantly meeting yours but giving away nothing of what had transpired - aside from looking a tad spooked.

Larissa stepped through the door next, closing it gently behind herself. Her hard gaze seemed to soften just a fraction when she realized you were up and waiting for her. “Darling, could you please wait in my quarters for me? I’d like to speak with Ms. Addams alone. I won’t be long.”

You nodded in understanding, standing and making your way across the room, feeling Wednesday’s eyes on you the entire time as a soft clicking told you that Larissa was making her way over to her desk. You slipped into her quarters and closed the door behind yourself - the urge to eavesdrop was overwhelming, but you were certain Larissa would tell you what had happened later, so you took to rummaging around her kitchen for a snack and playing a game on your phone as you waited.

And tell you what happened, she did. It took a while but eventually Larissa returned to her quarters for the night, immediately finding you and pulling you in for a hug - one, it seemed, that she sorely needed. She told you she’d had to expel Wednesday, that she didn’t put much stock into the girl’s visions as Morticia’s had been just as unreliable, that she hoped, with Wednesday gone and Xavier locked up, the attacks would cease and the students could sit their end of semester exams in peace, life at Nevermore returning back to normal. 

You hoped she was right.

Then Larissa caught you yawning and glanced at the time - it was well past midnight, and she had a guilty look on her face for keeping you up as she insisted it was time to get some sleep. As you crawled into her bed and tugged at the sheets, a new addition to Larissa’s bedroom caught your eye - the painting, your painting, hung on the wall opposite the bed.

Larissa’s gaze followed your own, a blush rising on her cheeks as she realized what you were looking at. “I wanted to be able to see it every day. I think of you every time I look at it,” she murmured, almost too softly for you to hear - but you did, and it made you grin as you nuzzled into her side.

“Are you tired?” you asked Larissa softly. On the one hand, she looked absolutely exhausted - on the other, you could somehow tell she wasn’t going to fall asleep easily.

“No,” she confessed sheepishly, confirming your suspicions. 

You hummed thoughtfully, tracing your fingertips languidly over her collarbone. Larissa’s arms wound tightly around your waist, her lips pressed to the crown of your head in a firm, never-ending kiss. “I’m not tired either,” you said finally, your mind beginning to wander to all the ways you could potentially tire yourselves out, and Larissa chuckled in response. 

“You could hardly keep your eyes open a few minutes ago…”

“Well I’m wide awake now…” You slid your fingertips down Larissa’s sternum, towards the top of her silky camisole, and Larissa watched you with an amused smirk on her face.

“You’re not trying to seduce me, are you?” she teased, playfully narrowing her eyes - it made you blush as you realized you were doing a poor job of both hiding your building arousal and being seductive, and you averted your gaze.

“No?”

Larissa laughed. “Come here,” she murmured, adjusting herself into a seated position against the headboard and gently tugging at your waist. She placed a firm hand on your shoulder and turned you so that you sat between her legs with your back to her. You could feel her pillowy breasts against your back as you melted into her, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her breath caressing the side of your face. She paid no mind to the ever-present blush on your cheeks as her left hand began to play with your breast through your t-shirt, her thumb flicking over your slowly hardening nipple. She lifted her right hand to her mouth, sucking her middle and ring finger between her lips for a moment, then released them with a pop - they glistened with her saliva as she brought the hand down to the waistband of your shorts.

“May I?” she husked and, when you breathed out a ‘yes’, slipped her hand beneath the waistband of both your shorts and your underwear - you immediately spread your legs to allow her better access. “Good girl…” 

Larissa’s wet fingers began to rub your clit, slowly and firmly, drawing a throaty sigh of pleasure from your lips as your head lolled to the side, your cheek resting against her shoulder. Her fingers dipped lower, gliding through your folds as her lips found your neck, pressing a series of soft kisses to your skin. You gasped when she bit into the junction between your neck and your shoulder, then moaned as her tongue soothed over the little dents her teeth had left in your skin.

“F-ffuck… Riss…” You bucked your hips against Larissa’s hand, wordlessly urging her towards your entrance - your silent request worked, two of Larissa’s fingers slipping inside you with ease and slowly sinking deeper. Your walls clenched around them, your eyes fluttering shut as you started to roll your hips, eager to have Larissa fill you.

Larissa’s fingers felt so damn good, the way they curled into your sweet spot, stroked your walls, made you mewl and whimper and moan - each ministration showed you how intimately Larissa knew your body, how dedicated she was to bringing you over the edge.

Your mind quickly filled with dirty thoughts and your arousal skyrocketed as you pictured Larissa above you, filling you to the hilt, pounding into you, and, suddenly, you ached for a stretch her fingers couldn’t quite provide.

“R-riss…?” you murmured between gasps of pleasure. Larissa let out a questioning hum that vibrated against your neck, causing you to mewl softly and briefly lose your train of thought. “C-can you… I m-mean would y-you want to - mmmh, fuck…” 

You’d never asked Larissa to shift for you before - during each of the few times she’d done it in the past, she’d always been the one to suggest it, and you suddenly found yourself unsure if she would take it the wrong way, as if you didn’t think she was enough for you just the way she was.

“What do you need, darling?” Larissa prompted directly into your ear, her voice so raspy with desire that it nearly made your eyes roll back in your head.

“C-could you shift and - mmh - f-fuck me?” you finally stuttered out, holding your breath as you waited for an answer - your nerves rising when Larissa’s fingers briefly stilled inside of you. “It’s okay if you d-don’t want to, I shouldn’t h-have as-”

The breath was knocked from your lungs by the sudden feeling of Larissa’s bulge pressing against your tailbone, the rest of your sentence dying in your throat as your mouth went dry.

“Shh…” Larissa murmured in reassurance. “I’m glad that you asked… I want to.” You could tell from the way that the words dripped from her lips like honey, her voice low and velvety, that she did want to - the second your mind was free of doubts, you pressed yourself back against her, the breathy sigh tumbling from your lips mixing with the deep moan that emanated from Larissa’s chest.

Larissa pulled her fingers out of you, her hands trailing up your body, slipping underneath your t-shirt and tugging it up, up, up, until she’d freed your upper body entirely. The t-shirt was tossed haphazardly aside, and Larissa’s hands immediately found your breasts, groping and squeezing, toying with your nipples, pulling moans and whimpers from your lips as she subtly rocked her hips against you from behind, grinding against your tailbone, teasing both herself and you.

“R-riss…” you warned breathily, your arousal so intense, so burning, so all-consuming that you could hardly stand it. 

“Sorry,” Larissa let out with a chuckle that was just as breathy, just as laced with desire, and she gripped your hips, urging you from between her legs and encouraging you to lie back against the pillows, so that she could get on her knees between your legs to make quick work of your shorts and underwear and toss them onto the floor beside the bed. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her own trousers and gave them a tug, revealing black, lacy underwear that clearly wasn’t made to contain the bulge straining inside of it. Your legs spread a little wider without you realizing it, revealing your dripping cunt to Larissa, who quickly removed her remaining clothing to reveal her hard cock. 

She leaned over you, placing one hand beside your head to prop herself up as her other hand began to caress the outside of your thigh, sliding down to the back of your knee and urging you to bend it and spread yourself open as far as you could. She took hold of her cock and ran the tip up your slit, her cheeks flushing and her eyelashes fluttering as she felt how wet you were. “Fuck…” she mumbled, finding your entrance and slowly pushing in.

The stretch felt incredible, and Larissa was careful to go slowly, taking her time as she sheathed herself inside of you. It was hard to keep your eyes open but you wanted to watch Larissa, wanted to see every micro-expression crossing her face as she fucked you, so you fought against your fluttering eyelids, one of your hands reaching to grab Larissa’s forearm next to your head, needing the physical contact.

Larissa gave you a moment to adjust to the feeling of being full once she’d bottomed out inside of you, her now free hand reaching up to cup your cheek and draw you in for a kiss that was so tender it made your heart clench. 

Your cunt followed suit, your walls fluttering around Larissa’s cock as you started to subtly rock your hips against hers. “Mmmh… p-please…”

Every single nerve-ending in your body seemed to light up as Larissa began to thrust, the drag of her cock in and out of you feeling heavenly against your tight, slick walls. Larissa’s hand slid from your cheek to your throat, closing gently around it as her tongue pushed your lips apart and flicked eagerly against your own, her hair falling in waves around your face, acting as curtains and shutting out everything that wasn’t her.

There was something about her moans when she was fucking you with her own cock that drove you mad - they were deep, guttural, loud, a tangible representation of how good you made her feel as she started to pound into you. The air filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans mixing with Larissa’s grunts, the occasional bump of the bed frame against the wall. It was obscene and it made your head spin - judging by the arousal written plain as day across Larissa’s face, she was feeling exactly the same way, her eyes scrunched shut in absolute bliss.

You managed to pull a vulgar groan from Larissa’s chest when you sucked her tongue between your lips, humming against it, and her hips picked up their pace, your body jolting with every thrust. You reached a shaky hand between your legs, rubbing your clit with desperation, your breath hitching audibly in your chest.

Feeling the coil behind your navel tighten rapidly, you released Larissa’s tongue from between her lips to mumble out “f-fuck, g-gonna cum…”, your head tipping back against the pillows and your back arching as you tried your best to keep it together so that you and Larissa could cum together.

“It’s okay, d-darling,” Lariss murmured hoarsely against your lips. “‘m - ahh - c-close… let go…”

With Larissa’s permission, you came undone - unraveling completely beneath her. No longer able to keep your eyes open, you rode out your high with your eyes slammed shut, stars exploding against the backs of your eyelids, your orgasm prolonged by the feeling of Larissa trembling above you as she came as well, emptying her load into your cunt.

“Mmmm…” Larissa let out a breathy hum as her muscles began to relax and her cock went soft inside of you, and you could tell that her orgasm had tired her out - which had been your goal in the first place. She slumped against you, her hand releasing your throat and fisting at the sheets next to your head instead, her breath hot and heavy against your collarbone.

Your arms wrapped around her automatically, pulling her tightly against you, her skin warm and sweaty against your own. Her head rested in the crook of your neck, and she brushed her lips against your pulse point with a soft sigh and a sleepy smile.

~~~

The following morning was a slow one for you, with Larissa rising early to take care of some things before she had to drive Wednesday to the train station. 

You curled up on what had unofficially become your side of the bed, your eyes heavy-lidded with sleep as you watched Larissa get ready at her vanity, prying each and every bobby pin open with straight, white teeth, holding them between long, nimble fingers and sliding them into her hair, her usual updo slowly taking shape. It reminded you so much of the first time you woke up in this bed, a little confused and a little embarrassed and just a tad nervous - only this time, you were none of those things. 

Nestled beneath the covers and looking up at Larissa, who twirled her silvery locks between her fingers, whose bright blue eyes danced over her reflection in the mirror as she made herself presentable, you felt a sense of safety, content, of love so overwhelming that it stole the air from your lungs. And this time, instead of frantically trying to cover your bare torso with the sheets, you simply nuzzled against your pillow and allowed sleep to pull your eyes shut again, drifting back to sleep as Larissa took care not to wake you.

You woke a few hours later and took your time getting dressed and making coffee before heading for the door to Larissa’s office with two mugs in hand. You listened first for any signs that Larissa could be on the phone or in a meeting, before using your elbow to gently ease the door open just a crack and peeking into the office.

Larissa’s head turned automatically at the sound, her frantic typing ceasing almost instantly and her lips curling into a soft smile. “Good morning, darling,” she hummed, beckoning you into her office.

“Coffee?” you asked as you strode over to her desk, placing one of the mugs in front of Larissa and the other at the edge of her desk as you leaned down for a kiss, which the principal eagerly returned.

“Thank you,” she murmured against your lips, cupping your cheek as she pulled away. She brushed her thumb across your lower lip for a moment, her eyes tracking the movement, watching your lip snap back into place as she retracted her hand. Her attention fell to her coffee and she closed her eyes as she took a sip. “This is so much better than the coffee in the teacher’s lounge.” 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep in so late…” Your brow furrowed as you saw the empty mug on Larissa’s desk, not one of her own. “Why did you go all the way there instead of just coming into the kitchen?”

“I didn’t want to wake you,” she replied simply. “You deserve the sleep.”

Your heart swelled at that, so much so that it was hard to keep the smile off your face. “And you deserve good coffee,” you countered with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean it, sleep in while you can.” Larissa smirked. “When you get to my age, your body will start to wake you up early against your will.”

You started to giggle, which turned into a full belly laugh, drawing a chuckle out of Larissa as well. Larissa returned to her work shortly thereafter and left you to prepare some food, as it was almost lunchtime. A meeting would cut Larissa’s lunch break short, but you joined her at her desk to soak in her company while you ate.

At a quarter to four, Larissa snapped her laptop shut and stood from her desk with a heavy sigh. “I want to take you to dinner tonight,” she declared as she slipped her phone into her handbag and rummaged around the top drawer of her desk for her car keys. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You grinned up at her, rising to your feet as well to meet Larissa halfway for a quick kiss.

“Wednesday’s train leaves in an hour, I should be back around 5 at the latest,” Larissa added as she headed for the door, and you called out a goodbye before she shut the door to her office behind herself. You figured that, if Larissa would be back at 5, and would probably want to check her emails again and get changed, you’d be heading out for dinner around 6:30 at the earliest - plenty of time to just chill. 

You ended up getting more time than you’d bargained for - when Larissa still wasn’t back by 5:15, you shot her a quick text, asking if everything was alright. Perhaps Wednesday’s train was delayed, you figured, that wouldn’t surprise you considering how public transportation could be around these parts.

Still, it wasn’t like Larissa to not answer at all, to not even read your text, and you found yourself growing increasingly worried when the clock hit 5:45 and you still hadn’t heard a peep from your partner, your stomach churning uncomfortably.

You stood from where you’d been seated in front of the fire, pacing about as you wondered how much she would have to be delayed to warrant calling the police. As you stood by the window, watching the sky slowly darken as the sun disappeared on the horizon, two figures came into view, crossing the courtyard and heading straight for what appeared to be a large conservatory at the edge of the school’s property.

The back of the young boy’s head looked vaguely familiar, though you couldn’t be quite sure. What you were sure of, however, was that you recognized the girl at his side - and that she was not supposed to be here.

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[bardic-inspo]

I AM SO EXCITED 👀👀👀👀

Sequel to: A Line in the Sand, it will make more sense to read that first.

Pairing: Deacon/MacCready, Minor/Background Preston/M!Sole Survivor Chapter Summary: Deacon and MacCready face the last night before the jump. In the morning, things don't quite go according to plan. Fic Summary: Deacon’s just like any other spy trying to have it all: juggling multiple identities, on thin ice with his boss, spreading himself too thin, and trying to help save the world. Perfect time to be figuring how to be in a relationship, too. As the Institute’s shadow grows ever longer, Deacon tries to balance his life, his work, and his love, and figure out how to keep it all together. Chapter Warnings: A spicy moment that might require caution (see beginning note for details), and brief nausea Noteworthy Tags: Established Relationship, Relationship Issues, Trust Issues, PTSD, Angst and Humor, Blood and Gore, Angst with a Happy Ending

I was absolutely determined to get this chapter done before the year ended. Please, please forgive the wait.

While not on purpose, this happily coincides with the birthday of the amazing @bardic-inspo, so happy birthday! Hope this is a nice birthday bonus.

[fanfic-recs-01]

Faberry Fics

This is a list of Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Updated 12/18/23

The Lopez Manifesto by wolfwars

~santana starts writing a rachel/quinn fanfic for everyone at McKinley. it’s also extremely popular as everyone awaits her weekly updates. (usually based on what the girls are doing that week.) quinn is the last to find out and is… pissed.~

Without You is How I Disappear by gayerfurtherfaster (gayerfurtherfaster420)

~Quinn fully embraces her new Skank attitude, but Rachel's ridiculously persistent about getting her to rejoin New Directions.~

the state of dreaming by risses

~Rachel couldn’t help the guilt that bubbled in her chest when she watched Quinn get a prom photo alone. Determined to make it up to her, she invites Quinn over for a sleepover. It becomes a routine. Set immediately after 2x20 (Prom Queen).~

Like You Even Have to Ask by ForForever19

~Quinn and Kurt are planning to start a new club, and that doesn't really sit well with the rest of the Glee Club, prompting various reactions.~

This Kiss by poetzproblem

~One pivotal moment can change everything. From a Faberry prompt: Rachel and Quinn share a kiss during a game of spin the bottle. From that night forward both girls desperately try to deny what they felt, what they feel. The other Glee kids know what's up and attempt to play matchmaker.~

Didn't See It Coming by ForForever19

~After a devastating breakup, Quinn turns to Rachel in need of a friend, and ends up with so much more. - "If, one day, someone asks me how it all started; I'll have to say it was a granola bar that finally did me in."~

[bardic-inspo]

Summer Reading/Writing/Art Tag Game

Tagged by @electricshoebox and @edaworks a while back, thank you!!

1: Describe one creative WIP project you're planning to work on over the summer.

I’ve started delving into Bring the Gasoline again. I’m very excited but also a little intimidated by the next upcoming plot beats, so I’m taking it slow and trying to be extra patient with myself. (Much easier said than done.)

2: Rec a book.

I sadly don’t read nearly as much as I used to anymore, but I did recently start “This is How you Lose the Time War” by Amal Al-Mohtar and Max Gladstone (the same one recommended by Bigolas Dickolas on Twitter). So far we got a Red Gay and a Blue Gay enemies-to-lovers via letters situation that I’m really enjoying. 

3: Rec a fic.

Also haven’t been reading much fic as of late, but I recently treated myself to Between Sunset and Sunrise, a soft and sexy Arthur Morgan x Charles Smith one-shot by the lovely @electricshoebox that I would highly recommend if you’re wanting to finally see that rootin’ tootin’ cowboy get taken care of for once. Riss is absolutely amazing when it comes to character voice, which I can attest to, having found her writing through Fallout and then branching out into reading some of the stories she’s written for other fandoms. She slips into a new POV like a glove, and it always gives me this warm and fuzzy homecoming sort of feeling to be placed back in a favorite character’s perspective like that. I am also a massive fan of her Deacon x MacCready series, A Line in the Sand. ALITS stole my heart from the first word and has had it in a chokehold ever since. Riss absolutely slays Deacon’s POV and good god every little interaction with these two is so loaded with feelings I could combust just thinking about it. One of my favorite stories of all time, hands down. Reading this one counts as self-love because it is an absolute gift. I will never not be at least a little bit thinking about “They weren’t built for this. They rebuilt themselves for this.” SWOON. 

4: Rec Music

This entire album is golden imo, but this one is my favorite. I'm going to get to see them live (again) in a few weeks!

5: Share One Piece Of Advice

I'll be corny and share a quote from Hamilton: "I am the one thing in life I can control." It's a hard thing to remember, but it's been a sort of compass for me since I heard it the first time, and it's often the thing I find myself needing to come back to when I'm struggling.

(And, of course, you gotta at least internally belt the "I am inimitable, I am an original" lines that come after. Those are very important, too. <3 )

Tagging @atombonniebaby, @persephotea, @some27-url, @valkyriejack, and @mercurymiscellany if you'd like to! No worries if not.

[rottenbooks]

Ultimate Halloween Book Recommendations

Hi 📚, i wanted to come back strong, so I decided to make a list of books related to Halloween, not necessarily by the theme but by tropes associated with Halloween, so here they are!

Vampires/ Werewolves

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer; paranormal, romance, YA

Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice; Horror, Gothic, Paranormal

My Roommate Is a Vampire by Jenna Levine; Romance, Contemporary, Adult

The Devourers by Indra Das; Horror, LGBTQ, Historical, Fantasy

Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater; YA, Paranormal, Romance

Bitten by Kelley Armstrong; Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance

Haunted Houses

The Night House by Jo Nesbø; Adult, Paranormal, Mystery

A Haunting on the Hill by Elizabeth Hand; Gothic, Thriller, Adult, Paranormal

The Bonus Room by Ben H. Winters; Adult, Horror, Mystery

She Is a Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran; Gothic, LGBT, Fantasy, YA

Infested by Angel Luis Colón; YA, Ghosts, Fantasy, Thriller

The Stranger Upstairs by Lisa M. Matlin; Gothic, Mystery, Adult, Thriller

Cozy Mysteries

A Halloween Homicide by Tonya Kappes; Halloween, Mystery

Dedication to Murder by Lauren Elliott; Mystery, Fiction, Thriller

Murder at the Bookstore by Sue Minix; Crime, Adult, Contemporary

Death in the Romance Aisle by Lynn Cahoon; Fiction, Mystery

Cinnamon Twisted by Ginger Bolton; Contemporary, Mystery

A Clue in the Crumbs by Lucy Burdette; Contemporary, Adult, Fiction

Dark Romance

Before reading any of these books please check the triggers!

The Lazarus by Marlow Locker; Dystopia, dark, fantasy, romance

The Dare by Harley Laroux; BDSM, Reverse Harem, Contemporary

The Monster of Hotel No. 7 by K.V. Rose; Gothic, Romance, Horror, Fantasy

Butcher & Blackbird by Brynne Weaver; Romance, Thriller, Crime, Adult

No Place to Hide by Harper Ashley & Wren Hawthorne; Romance, Halloween, Horror

Better Run by Alina May; Reverse Harem, Romance, Halloween, Adult

Horror

Boys in the Valley by Philip Fracassi; Thriller, Historical, Adult

Rouge by Mona Awad; Gothic, Thriller, Contemporary

Carrie by Stephen King; Paranormal, Thriller, Fiction

Coraline by Neil Gaiman; Fantasy, Fiction, Middle Grade

What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher; Fantasy, Gothic, Mystery

Mary by Nat Cassidy; Adult, Paranormal, Thriller

Witches

Spookily Yours by Jennifer Chipman; Romance, Paranormal, Halloween

The Unfortunate Side Effects of Heartbreak and Magic by Breanne Randall; Romance, Cozy Mystery, Halloween

Soul of a Witch by Harley Laroux; Dark Romance, Paranormal, Demons, BDSM

These Witches Don't Burn by Isabel Sterling; Fantasy, LGBT, Romance

Deep in Providence by Riss M. Neilson; YA, LGBT, Paranormal

Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker; YA, LGBT, Fantasy

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Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo; Horror, Mystery, Adult

Half Truths by Claire Contreras; New Adult, Mystery, Romance

Del Diablo by Natalie Bennett; Dark Romance, Horror, Contemporary

A Lesson in Thorns by Sierra Simone; BDSM, LGBT, Romance, Contemporary

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake; Fantasy, LGBT, YA, Mystery

The Ritual by Shantel Tessier; Dark Romance, Erotica, BDSM

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[tsukkiscookies]

i actually wanna taste chuuya’s cooking ngl i feel like i’m married to him already JSHGHHD

Taraaa~ Congrats again!! ^.^ for your event, could I request #10 with Chuuya? ty in advance~

chuuya + iktsuarpok (inuit, n.) the feeling of anticipation while waiting for someone to arrive, often leading one to keep looking outside for them.

➽─{thank u thank u sky! and once again for requesting ahhg! 💫}─❥

There’s a pep in his step, there’s a spring to his shuffle. A rather enthusiastic mafia executive spends a rare night off laboring over a home cooked meal, turning the stove off just as the pasta’s about to boil over. With his free hand, he sprinkles various herbs into a saucepan, rejoicing as the savory smells of a tangy tomato concoction waft through the air. A little tune buzzes in his throat as he brings a spoon to his lips, trying out his latest creation.

Hmm… more salt? Shaking an extra teaspoon in, Chuuya leans over to check out the time. 8:00 PM on the dot? You should be arriving at any moment now. He stops to take a quick peek through the window. 

It’s strange; on one hand, Chuuya hopes that there’s still time for him to set up, but on the other he wishes that you’d arrive at this very instant. He gives the pasta sauce another taste test, this time humming in approval. His attention is broken when his phone goes off in the background.

‘Sorry, I’m running a little late!’ your text reads. 

Chuuya stares at the screen longingly, awash with the mixed feelings of both weariness and yearning. He attempts to shake the sensation off, preoccupying himself with the lighting of candles... but to no avail. 

As soon the wicks flare up, the flickering fire reminds him of the wavering flutter in his chest. Sighing, he sits down at his candlelit table for two, watching the road as noisy drivers and clamoring pedestrians come and go. But as eager as he is, none of the passerby are you.

--

Back at home, you agonize over your outfit, checking it out from all angles in the mirror. You’re nervous, and rightfully so; it’s not like you’ve ever been to Chuuya’s place before. You try on another pair of shoes, unsatisfied with your get-up. When you find a friendly ‘It’s ok, take your time :)’ lighting up your phone, a sense of guilt washes over you.

“Fuck it,” you mumble under your breath, stalking back to the closet. You put together a completely new ensemble in a matter of seconds, selecting your dressiest go-to pieces. Not wanting to keep your lovable redhead waiting any longer, you leave without a single glance in the mirror. Your bold strut keeps up a respectable pace until you notice, or rather assume, that there are eyes on you in the streets.

Oh my god, this was a mistake. You look around nervously, your stride breaking. The city lights twinkle in response, returning no direct answer. Just your imagination? You could’ve sworn that people turned their heads as you looked their way.

I must look ridiculous, you think to yourself as you continue your trek towards the promise of a romantic dinner. But this is no time to be a rude guest.

--

You’re still coming, right? Chuuya wonders as he paces back and forth, unsure of what exactly to do with himself. He steps away from the peekhole of his apartment door, exhaling sharply. A new distraction is in order. Maybe something like... pre-celebratory booze. He takes to the cabinets in search of worthy drink.

A heady bottle of wine just about hits the table when he hears a timid knock from the entrance. He’s practically bursting with anticipation by now. There’s a clank of the bottle opener being set down─or rather dropped─before he’s able to reach the front. It takes all the might in his body not to cause you whiplash as he opens up the door.

“Whoa.” Chuuya greets you with an expression of obvious astonishment, causing heat to rise to your cheeks.

“Sorry I’m late,” is all you can manage. Your date shakes his head, unmoving from the span of the doorway. He halts to take in the grace of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, the utter you-ness of your clothes. You nearly mistaken his admiration for scrutiny, ready to wilt under his inspection.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, breaking out into a boyish smile. His excitement bubbles over, genuine and reassuring. Your worries begin to fade away as he quickly ushers you inside:

“You look absolutely stunning, my dear.”

[queerofdenial]

i’ve been at it for over an hour and never in my life have i had this hard of a time making a playlist for a ship!

blanche julia hbo and judith julia hbo why are you like this why can’t you be more generic

[fantasymisfitsquotes]

Bounty Hunter : I'm looking for a Riss. Riss : They stepped out. Can I take a message? Bounty Hunter : Sure. Tell them they just won a free soul-reaping sword from the Enchanter's Enclave. Riss : [giggling uncontrollably] I'm Riss! Bounty Hunter : You've been served. Have a nice day. Riss : …I don't like you, but I respect the effort.

[hinac0lada]

at this point this blog will be filled with fic rec + art bc all these people deserve so much more for their wonderful creations ;3;

[tsukkiscookies]

HI DYO HDJSKAL THANK YOU FOR THIS IT’S SO CUTE 🥺 oikawa must be having fun being a middle person SHSHS imagine the things that iwa would just spill and he just has to 🤐🤐🤐 🙈 brb imma print out the picture and get him to sign it as i hang it up on my wall

snow fight with love

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader genre: woooo fluff summary: you reminisce the past year when you and iwaizumi got to know each other — all thanks to that one snowball and the friend of a friend of a friend. words: ~2.8k

FOR @tsukkiscookies RISSE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

note: for the secret santa gift exchange with the @haikyuucreations server!!!! note2: not beta’ed or edited….womp. note3: merry belated christmas and a happy new year in advance everyone!!! may 2021 bless you with better things.

| mlist (not updated) | ss mlist (coming soon)

One winter ago. That’s when it all started. The falling snow that you saw outside your room made you remember.

The snowfall had been very heavy that year too. It was only December but the world was already drawn in a pretty white.

Outside of the university is when you got to know him first. Got to know him… well… that might be a too far-fetched word but it came close.

You had just been done with your last class and was on your way home, walking instead of taking the bus. Your friends had been long gone, having skipped the last class.

With some music ringing in your ears, you were getting a little distracted — a little too much. Not too much to get so distracted that traffic would get the better of you, but still distracted.

When suddenly you got an immense blow from the back. Air left your lungs with a shock and you had to cough to regain your posture. You had stumbled a little forward, and with nothing to hold you upwards, you nearly fell to the ground. Good balance came a long way.

You wiped off your clothes and put up a glare as you flipped your head around to stare daggers into the person who just attacked you with whatever that was. A quick glance on the ground made you notice a small heap on top of the snow—

Ah. So it had been a snowball, huh…

You broke into a sweat glaring at that person. You had to suppress your urges not to gather some snow into a snowball for yourself and attack that person.

And you failed to suppress it. In an instant, your hands flew down to the ground, making a snowball and firing it off with the person in your sight. Enough to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

Got him there.

You were so fed up with this entire situation you turned around again and left for home again.

The person didn’t engage with you again. As he should.

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[fantasymisfitsquotes]

Riss : I've had the same will since I was 8 years old. Tristan : "Upon my death, all my belongings shall transfer to the man or animal who has killed me." What are these weird symbols? Riss : The person who kills me will know.

[tsukkiscookies]

anskjaksj tae??? your??? descriptions are so beautiful <3

fave line: “i remember that day and the words i said to you.”

【 love in ordinary days #2 】

— ushijima wakatoshi

ushijima wondered what he did to deserve such blessing in his life. he had focus all of his attention on volleyball since he was young, making sure every effort he put in was enough to get by smoothly—neither too much nor too little. it had always been just right.

yet, he found himself in the middle of a flower field, watching the love of his life playing with his precious daughter; it was all too new to him. regardless of how many years had past, he still couldn’t describe the overflowing emotion in his heart whenever he watched you holding his angel in your arms.

your fingers held up the edge of the plain white dress you wore, letting it swirl with each step you took. every blade of grass beneath your bare feet danced along with the gentle breeze; loose petals tangling themselves with your smooth locks. you were laughing, your eyes never leaving the smiling angel as she sang melodies he had never heard before.

‘how beautiful’, he thought.

his gaze softening at the sight of you carrying his daughter up in the air, gently twirling her along to the momentum of your little dance. when you lost your balance at an unexpected turn, his heart dropped for a millisecond, only to sigh in relief the moment you burst into fits of giggles when you fell on your butt.

perhaps he might have realized then, the soft feeling of warmth blooming in his chest was what love must’ve felt like.

“papa!”

her angelic voice laced with little giggles had him raise a curious brow.

“come here papa!”

ushijima let out a soft chuckle, wondering what she was up to this time. with the biggest smile on her face, she ran over to where he was and pulled him towards where you sat, making sure he was sitting right beside you. he shot you a curious look while you shrugged it away with a knowing grin.

her little fingers patted around the grass in search for something while the two of you waited patiently for what she’s about to do. although, you already knew what she was looking for.

“i think i understood what your words meant that day.”

ushijima piped up softly beside you, your eyes flickered over to his as you tilt your head in confusion.

“which day?”

he hesitated, wondering how he should express his feelings when it had always been a struggle for him. he, who was lucky enough to have friends who understood him, appreciated your constant effort in weaving his feeling into words. after all, he was a man of few words.

“the day you came over to meet my little angel for the first time.”

he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“the day you patiently brought her out of her shell, told her words of love that i have never once done for her, being there for her until she was willing to fall asleep—”

was he saying too much? did he do it right? he wasn’t sure when an unreadable expression crossed your face.

“i remembered that day and the words i said to you.”

ushijima gazed up at the cloudless sky, your words replaying in his head from a distance.

“thank you...”

he smiled, one of those rare smile you would catch a glimpse of from time to time; one that always had your heart fluttering; one that made you smile bashfully in return.

“found it!”

her words broke through, little fingers holding onto two flower crowns she had made with your help.

“this one is for prince papa,”

she climbed onto his lap, tipping her little toes to put the small ring of flowers on his head.

“this one is for princess y/n,”

you lowered your head for her to put it on, graciously thanking her as if she was the queen of this little flower kindom.

“now, you may kiss the bride!”

her cheerful words and bright glistening eyes got her very own father stunned speechless, your melodic laughter had his ears pinked from the sudden rush of embarrassment. was his daughter always this cheeky? or was she just too innocent?

“i didn’t know i was getting married, angel.”

his large hands cupped her soft chubby cheeks, her grin only grew wider when she reached for her tiny pocket.

“here, you will need this too!”

her hand wiggled out of that small pocket of hers, a small stem of flower in the shape of a ring was placed on the palm of his hand.

ushijima sighed, darting his attention back to you, who was watching him expectantly.

“did you plan this?”

you shook your head, knowing that your voice would be a dead giveaway. he could clearly tell you were lying though. after all, you wore your heart on your sleeves—which was one of the reasons why he loved you so.

with a sigh, his fingers fiddled the ring on his hand as he contemplated. why was he hesitating when just a few moments ago, he finally understood his feelings for you. perhaps he might just be afraid, it wasn’t easy raising his little girl alone but he treasured her more than anything else in the world. and if she was already accepting of you, why couldn’t he?

“if you think i’d love you any less because of her, you’re wrong. in fact, i would love you even more now that my heart grew bigger.”

taking your hand in his, a tiny gasp left your lips when he slipped the makeshift ring on your fourth finger. his little angel squealed happily on his lap, her hands hovering in front of her eyes just to sneak a peek at what would happen next.

ushijima intertwined his fingers with yours, his heart was strangely calmmer than usual. in a blink of an eye, your eyes widened at how close his face was when he let go of your hand to tug a loose strand behind your ear.

“i don’t recall telling you this yet, but...”

his free hand covered his angel’s eyes in one swift move, capturing your lips with his right at the next moment. the way your heart leaped when you feel the softness of his lips, the way he slowly maneuver his way into your canvas; igniting every part of you in ways that your heart had never felt before—like a splash of newfound colors.

you knew then, you didn’t have to wait long for him to finally pour his feelings into words; stringing those beads of affection together in his own little way. and that made it all the more precious.

“...i love your smile, your voice, your words. i think i might just be in love with you, y/n.”

[gardenerian]

📆 + 🤩

ohohoh i just answered these, but since i am overflowing with love and fic recs, let's do it again!!!

📆 a fic you’d re-read 10 years from now

you mean other than hollywood? or sideways? hmmm...

this is the road to ruin

the sun, chasing the moon

🤩 a fic that made you SLAM that “subscribe” button

bound by @dreamylyfe-x riss ily forever for this

intro to quantum dating by @spoonfulstar

bold will hold series from @southside-forever