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Autumn Drabble Voting
Choose a character for each prompt. Only choose a character once overall. For instance, if you vote Steve for the first prompts, vote a different character for the next and so on.
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If love to play with your autumn Drabble prompts! How about apple, quilt, and solitude. I’d love to see what you come up with!
LJ! Thanks so much! I hope you enjoy it 💚🍎
Here is a little Joel Miller drabble set after Please Mister Please (but it's not necessary to read) Reader has a nickname.
Joel rarely spent the night at your house. He needed to be home for Ellie, so naturally, you happily stayed the night at their house.
Your place was a little off the beaten path anyways, almost in the woods.
You loved being with the people of Jackson. The sense of community. But when you came home, you were ready for some solitude. Well, that was until recently, when a salt and pepper haired Texan came riding in with his teenage found family of one.
"Quiet out here," he murmurs as he comes up the steps of your little porch. Sitting in one of a pair of rockers you had put out hopefully a year ago for company, you smile and nod. Joel drops his rucksack and kisses your head. When you go to stand, he gently waves you back to your chair, plunking himself in the open rocker.
But tonight, as Ellie goes off to her first sleepover, (remember sleepovers??) Joel is spending it here, in your little cabin.
It's that time of year when summer and fall push and pull at each other. Both fighting for custody of the day. It's too warm for anything but a t-shirt in the sun, but you want a sweater in the shade. You can spend the day swimming at the pond, but need jeans and a sweater come four or five o'clock. And it's welcome after the scorcher of a summer you've had.
"What're we workin on?"
You smile and move a basket of apples so it sits between you on the floor.
"Apple pie."
Joel, already pulling his pocket knife out, smiles-
"Makin me a pie?"
"You bet."
"Sweet," he murmurs.
Joel peels the apple in one long strip, giving you a wink when you nod appreciatively. Making you laugh.
After several apples peeling in companionable silence, just listening to the beginning chorus of katydids and frogs, accompanied by the occasional hoot of an owl. Joel slices one and brings a piece, still resting on his knife to his lips as he looks out at the door yard, listening.
After a stew dinner and pie, you settle on the loveseat in front of a crackling fire and cover your laps with a quilt. The scent of cinnamon and baked apple still hangs in the air.
Joel brings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in.
"Thanks, f'dinner. Everything was delicious. I just have one question, Catnip. "
You cuddle into his chest and give a contented sigh, which he echoes.
"Mmm?"
"Wanna mess around?"
THANKS FOR READING 💚
autumn word drabble prompts
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Idk how to label this. Wifehunter John?
The idea of possessive/obsessive John manipulating a situation and stealing a wife for himself struck me, so just coughing the idea up while I sneak away for a coffee before I actually have to start work in 20 mins 💖 entirely unedited, abrupt ending
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For someone married to his job, he has put quite a bit of thought into what he is looking for in a wife. Namely, that she's already married.
His reasoning is threefold. He can admit to himself, firstly, that it satisfies his need for control. Competency. He's a busy man with a demanding job. Not quite retired yet, no time to build his own from scratch. With this, he gets a wife boxed up and ready-trained. Broken in.
Secondly, the need for control bleeds into his saviour complex. She'll need a shoulder to cry on, someone strong and capable to get her back on her feet. She'll be feeling a little fragile. Needy. Perfect.
And thirdly, it does something wild to his jealous, possessive streak. The idea of taking something precious, of breaking her bond to another man and tying it to him? Delicious. The idea that she used to be someone else's, that he has to imprint himself onto her knowing that in doing so he is erasing the imprint of another man? It has his teeth aching, grinding even as heat rises in his belly. Stirs at him.
The idea swirls lazily in the back of his mind, never quite finding the right time or right partner. He bats at it a few times, lazy cat playing with the notion, seeing how far it can stretch before it snaps. Eyes up pretty things everywhere he goes, glancing down at their left hands just to check, but nothing quite tugs on that string. Until one day it does when he's outfitting the security system at your house.
It's side work. Cash in hand, word of mouth. Something to keep him busy when on mandated leave. Something to keep in mind as his retirement from active duty creeps closer. And your husband is a real piece of work, all blustering braggadocio energy. Young buck, not knowing his place in the herd. Not knowing that he'd be better scratching his antlers off on a tree than going head-to-head with a gristled thing like John.
It's like John's energy, his presence in the house, sends alarm bells ringing in your husband's mind (Be the man. Don't back down. Puff up your chest and strut). And it plays so perfectly into John's hands because your young buck doesn't realise that what he's really doing is fawning. To John. (Look at me, be impressed by me!) He makes his biggest mistake in putting you down in front of him, trying to sidle up to John and create some kind of desperate camaraderie. Ordering you to bring tea to the men at work. Rolling his eyes at your attempts to talk, to ask questions about the work being done. Waving you off so he can stand and watch the proceedings. Like he could supervise. Like he has any clue what he's doing.
Only the promise of the long game keeps John from levelling him with a hard look, from calling him outblike he'd love to.
He hears you both in the in the other room, having swatted the young buck off like a particularly virulent pest. Noisy and bothersome. Not needed - or wanted- in this home. And entirely too stupid to realise that John wasn't being jocular in his dismissal.
You've been scribbling away for the past few days, something occupying your time, keeping you happy and hidden away in the kitchen.
"You're not serious, are you?"
"Well, yes," he hears the slight quaver in your voice before you find your footing. You've got at least a bit of spine. Good. "You said that I should find an occupation. Not just 'laze around the house playing housewife'. This is what I-"
"Oh come on, I didn't mean- You don't think that this is viable, do you?"
"Well... I love gardening. And I'm good at it. And there's no reason that it can't be more accessible for people, especially with the current economic-"
He cuts you off with a scoff. "Dear, just- I don't want you to be disappointed. I think you don't quite understand the time and effort this will take. And you know nothing of marketing, publishing. Why don't you put that away and start on dinner?"
And oh, isn't that delicious. He can taste it now, that idea that has been swirling. It's thick, almost tangible on his tongue. The tension in the house, the bitter lacryma of stifled tears. The slight acidity of words you left unsaid. It has his mouth watering, pupils dilating.
And when he's packing up that evening, tools and materials tucked in to the heavy workman's case, he swings by the kitchen on his way out. Catches the way something is jutting out slightly from the bin, lid slightly askew. When he pulls it out he realises it's some kind of notebook, carefully (lovingly) bound. Pictures pasted, mindmaps and notes and plans scribbled in the margins. Your gardening tips. Kitchen scraps, window boxes, rooftop plots. Urban gardening. It's deeply thoughtful, well researched.
A labour of love, lying in the rubbish.
Sweet, clever little thing. That just won't do.
He leaves your house with a little piece of you tucked away in his toolkit and a nice plan forming. He'll be back, of course, not quite finished with his work. He'd planted a few little links into the system he'd almost installed, projecting not just to the monitor in your home but also in his. Got to keep his eyes on you, keep you safe and cared for in ways that your useless husband can't.
Finding that book was a boon. He'd say it was divinely ordained if he believed in all that. It weighs heavy in his toolbox as he whistles out the door.
Now, how to get you alone and return it to you..
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This idea may have been done before? I'm not sure, sorry! I've seen a lot of possessive John floating around. Tagging @stellewriites because I said I would last time, and you've been so encouraging of my nonsense.
Anyway I've got like 4 long-form WIPs that I'm working on, so I may never actually write this one but thought I'd share since that image set I just reblogged made me feral 💖
#im so tired and its cold dont judge me this friday morning#yeah like i p much only focus on fics and long form but maybe i should post more drabbly things#bc i have so many ideas and so little time#like ideally everything would be at least 10k and beautifully written#but ive only managed 2 long fics and 2 2-3k word snapshots since i joined the fandom in autumn#so yeah anyway here is my man being a possessive unhinged creep#captain john price#john price/reader#john price x reader#john price#cod imagine#cod mw2#cod x reader#cod mwii#báirseach writes
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STARS HOLLOW / CARLOS SAINZ
carlos sainz x small town reader / SMAU FIC
FACE CLAIM / none
WARNINGS / carlos being clueless about fall and google translated spanish!
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yourusername waiting for carlos to arrive but on a happy note fall is starting!!!!!!
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user3 wait why is carlos coming??
user4 maybe to visit her family?!
user22 i mean they have time considering that austin is in like 3 weeks
user8 trueeee
yourusername carlos is coming and i’m going to show him the small town fall experience!!!
user562 aww! that’s adorable
user0 i love that!
yourusername yeah! i’m so excited to show him what a small town fall is like!
user4 carlos is going to experience a gilmore girls fall 🥹
user2 🤍🤍🤍🤍
carlossainz55 mi amore acabo de aterrizar [ my love i just landed ]
yourusername well i’m very inpatient ☹️☹️☹️☹️
user7 this is too cute!
user63 the leaves 🍁 🍂
user23 that coffee looks sooo goooood!
user1 it’s so aesthetically pleasing!
user902 very rory gilmore!
user9 i love the sweaters!!!
user2 i love the heart sweater!
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carlossainz55 posted on their story!
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[ apparently i was asking to many questions so she put on her headphones…. ]
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landonorris 😂🤣
carlossainz55 you’re a muppet
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yourusername showing carlos around my favorite park and of course we had to get coffee!
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user1 the view 🤩🤩
user35 luke’s diner?
yourusername i wish 🤞
user8 girl you basically grew up in stars hallow
user67 she’s basically rory gilmore
user9 before she went to shit tho
user00 the coffee looks great
user7 i’m craving coffee now
carlossainz55 you had three cups of coffee
yourusername and?
carlossainz55 your going to have an energy high and crash out
yourusername ✋✋✋✋
user23 it’s the gilmore in her!
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carlossainz55 enjoying my break between races with my girlfriend in her home town 🤍
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yourusername aww carlos!!! i had a great time showing your around 🤍🤍🤍
carlossainz55 i had a great time my love!!
user2 stop this is so cute
user4 i know!!! literal couple goals
carlossainzoficial ❤️❤️❤️
user23 i love them!!!!
anasainzvdec ustedes son adorables!!! [ you guys are adorable ]
yourusername te amo ana 🫶🏻🫶🏻 [ love you ]
carlossainz55 gracias hermana [ thank you sister ]
user24 y/n is so cute!!!
reyesvdec 🥰🥰🥰🥰
user578 this post is so fall vibes
user2 carlos got to experience his first in a small town during the fall
blancasainzv muy linda [ very cute ]
carlossainz55 🤍
yourusername love youuuu
user27 this post is so cozy yk?
user29 i understand what your saying!!!!
user9 i hate living in a tropical place 😞😞😞
user78 SAME!!!!! i’ll never get to experience this
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SWEETERLOVERS - second fall fic!!! (it’s kinda rushed)
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Red drops fell onto the frozen earth. Dripping off the knuckles of Demeter’s shaking fist, the pomegranate crushed between her fingers.
"You tricked her." Her voice was barely a breath, but it was in every howling gale sobbing in the barren trees.
Hades, lovesick, pained yet unrepentant, met her eyes without a word.
"So be it." The parched ground groaned under Demeter's feet, but she did not hear it, her eyes fixed on Hades' stoic face. "You took my child from me, then take all to keep her company. I shall not nurture earth she does not walk upon."
For the first time, Hades started back, but Demeter was turneding away from him already, casting her sunken eyes to the heavens.
"I will be deaf to their pleas, like you were to mine!" her voice screeched, and breaking, shuddered on: "And there won’t be a parent among them, even as they curse my name, who can swear they would not have done the same..."
Silence fell. And the wilting earth wept. Until a voice came from the dark like a song and Hermes, swift-footed, emerged from the mouth of Hades.
"Six seeds, dear uncle, sweet aunt of mine. Only six out of a whole fruit..."
His smile was winning, but his cunning eyes were wide. As wide as the as the vast fields, ploughed to breaking in human desperation, that stretched lifeless past every horizon.
"Six seeds...six months..." He looked from the lord of the dead to the mistress of the harvest. "Six months above, with her loving mother, six months below, with her faithful husband."
The very breeze held its breath as hope and fury mingled in Demeter's eyes and Hermes bowed, his knuckles pale around his winged staff.
Hades stood, silent, and then quickly stepped, allowing Hermes to pass. And behind him, led up the endless steps of Hades, came Persephone. Dressed in rayments as fine and dark as the night.
"Mother!"
It was a commonplace cry. Cried by every fledgling tumbled from the nest, every cub turned around in the woods, every child lost in the dark. But the whole world breathed as Demeter answered.
Hades averted his eyes, Hermes grinned at the sky, and holding her daughter once more, tears finally welled in Demeter's frozen eyes. Raining down upon the earth, where grass began sprouting between Persephone's feet.
#merry autumn equinox!#greek mythology#hymn to demeter#retelling#reimagining#laura drabbles#hades and persephone#demeter#persephone#hades#hermes#zeus isn't here but he's listening#greek gods#greek myth
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Omg can I request Ellie and reader on halloween night exploring an abandoned house that’s known to be haunted. Ellie and reader are both huge fans of horror and ghosts, often exploring abandoned places and even using those apps that you can talk to ghosts with. So, you both go, but terrifying things begin to happen and you’re both freaking the fuck out equally. Bonus points if Ellie gets protective <3
ok so yeah i had to do a bit of a drabble for this one! nothing too extreme though, but i love this idea. instead of them using apps, because ellie is such a nerd, i think she would have the genuine gear for it. girl heard the words "ghost hunting" and decked out immediately in all the utilities. ellie image @/angel-gbc
“Can you tell us your name?”
This house is a chamber of disembodied sounds. Ellie discovered it on her usual walk from work, dead and moth-eaten as ever, and all she wanted to do was explore it through and through. She loves horror, and you follow her on that sentiment. The Victorian face of the house has remained gently intact—a debris-ridden ghost of its preceding self—save for a few holes, shattered windows, spots of soot from fire, and the eternal state of squalor. Eternal life of loneliness, unwantedness. Quite a big, blotchy stain on a lovely modern neighborhood full of copy and paste houses, huh?
Wrong!
Gentry used to live there, and now the gentry want it torn up. Like a sketch you feel disgust looking at.
But you admit this plainly. Watching your nerdy girlfriend psych herself to come here with every gimmick and gadget pushing on the seams of her backpack really is cute. Noticing her lip curl when there's even a second of static feedback on the spirit box, really is the cherry on top of a long weekend; you regret nothing.
For now.
She is kneeling, you are crouching. “You can use the—um, spirit box,” Ellie swallows her throat clear, adjusting the placement of the equipment. ”To talk to us.” Ridiculous excursion or not, you both felt a bit on edge. Hairs raise in anticipation.
Your pores felt susceptible. Open to the change in the air, responsive to the uncomfortable sounds of clothes and limbs shifting. Maybe your mind had made up an individual now: a pompous and rich woman. Tight in the waist from the boning of a corset, and rather busty because of it. She is the woman of this household, you believe, and she circles you with broad shoulders and steel curiosity. Not too creative for a nineteenth-century ghost.
You could feel her stare crawling all over you. Or your imagination. Shivers run up your spine regardless.
“Hey, maybe we should ask what happened to her,” you bleat, not conscious of how disomforted you look palming the back of your neck, or your words. The air has gone cold.
Ellie scales a brow at you. “Her? Shit, have you gone psychic now?” Her questioning tone drips of mock and shock, somehow simultaneously. But one widens her expression when static crackles inside the receiver, and lets a low sound through. She props up on her knees. “Could you tell us what happened to you?”
The feedback ends.
Ellie huffs a sigh of disappointment, lowering herself again. So much for going psychic. “Good job, though. Seem to 've said somethin' right,” she reveres you softly, pricking a knee up to set her fist on. Her leather jacket shines low with your flashlight.
The event left you paranoid, but all you can do is wonder if she feels the same, but stomachs a facade over it. God, does she think she needs to impress you?
Apparently so. Behind the silence, came a violent clatter of wood, or a door, none can be sure. You were the first instantiation; something between a shirek and a gasp calls your hand to cocoon at your chest, and you scatter aimlessly onto your bottom. It felt like an injection of fear. It made your blood drain. Made your breath run thick.
Fucking ghosts.
Ellie repined in a yelling whisper. “Jesus!” Her silhouette much more composed and still upright, but with a hand on her heart. Faint sounds of her scooting over, however, spurn your sight from the suspected room of activity, her acorn-brown brows pulled to a worried low. “You good?”
The gentleness of the question soothes. “Sure.” Somewhat.
Her lips quirk, and she hesitates a laugh. “Ha—yeah. No clue what the fuck that was,” she rasps as she slides up next to you, the warmth of her hand eroding the stifle in your back. She encourages you to ease into it with rubbing motions. “Way scarier than horror movies make it out to be, huh?”
You over-ease, “Definitely,” the word falling out so heavy. The charm of her actions make you forget this place even surrounds you. Material disappears. “God, my heart is racing.” You lean into your knees.
Ellie noses at your neck, tip smushing. “I got you.”
She does. You cannot see her from your cocooned vantage, but you can feel her breath, and sweet lips forming into kisses. The little noises created let you imagine instead: she is probably donning a dorky smile, and has wispy, brown, shut eyes. You picture her hand coming up to clasp your shoulder, right when it actually does.
“Good thing we aren't in an actual horror movie, though,” Ellie presses the joke into your humid neck, slowly creeping behind your ear. “That would suck.”
You bring your forehead up, smiling tauntingly. “You would probably die first since you're so distracted.”
Her mouth clicks. “Shut up.” But resumes the delicate act of pinching at your skin without shame. That, for her, is the reason the other-worldly, torturing atmosphere around you turns to something of a soothing bliss. Funnily enough, it happens during said movies. Distractions on your neck and a greedy girl hungry to eat them whole and proudly.
Though, when she finally comes to her senses, she plays knight in converse and band-shirt armor and scopes the area of interest. Nothing was there except an old broom and a rat nest. Made for a whole lot of embarrassment later on in bed, that is for damn sure. Little comments of “I'm such an idiot,” rolling off your tongue while Ellie complimented you on your sudden intuition; the house did indeed belong to a woman of affluent status. How sexy is intuition? Ellie would know.
But Ellie loves being your ghost-hunting bodyguard—and nerd—either way. Something inherent inside her says she might be made for it.
a/n: wrote this in one go so i hope it suffices enough! click here for my autumntime masterlist!
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can i request prompt number 18 ew you like candy corn with luke hughes please? i actually like candy corn and i think he would like it too lol
i fucking LOVE candy corn bro not enough people like it 😭 i also agree he probs would like it but i had an idea at the end that i thought was cute so apologies!
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“Okay, we have pizza, we have soda, we have dessert, we have horror movies to last a lifetime and we have candy,” Quinn declares gesturing to the mountain of food laid out before you.
You, Quinn, Jack, Luke, Trevor, and Cole were all hanging out together for your not so annual halloween party. However, the use of the word party is extremely loose considering it was usually you guys plus any significant others or random friends that have decided to tag along. It also consisted of eating as much food as possible and watching all types of horror flicks until everyone is passed out on the couch in a food coma.
You guys start with a classic horror film, Halloween and you’re each curled into your individual seats. You and Luke on one loveseat, Quinn sitting by himself, and Jack, Trevor, and Cole on the big couch.
You’re almost through your third movie, Jack pausing it so he can go to the bathroom and you turn to look at Quinn.
“Did you buy candy corn?”
“Yes weird gremlin I bought candy corn for you,” he jokes, getting up from his seat and heading to the kitchen to grab it.
“You like candy corn?” Trevor asks and when you nod he makes a face. “That’s disgusting.”
“And this is why you don’t have friends,” you retort and Trevor’s jaw drops, hand reaching up to dramatically clutch his heart while Cole laughs next to him.
“I’ve never had candy corn,” Luke says from next to you and you turn with a loud gasp.
“You’ve never had candy corn?!” you exclaim.
“Here we go,” Cole murmurs and you shoot him a look but you both end up cracking a smile the minute you make eye contact.
“Heads up,” Quinn calls and you can’t even react in time when the bag of candy corn is thrown in your direction.
Luke thankfully catches it and hands it over to you where you rip the bag open quickly and pick out one of the big pumpkin shaped candy corn pieces.
“Try it,” you tell him.
“Is she on this candy corn bullshit again?” Jack asks when he comes walking back into the living room and you flip him off before turning and waiting for the youngest Hughes brother to finally try candy corn.
You watch as Luke takes a bite, unsure at first but then nodding his head as he continues to chew.
“This is pretty good,” he says, smiling lightly.
“Hah!” you exclaim, turning to the rest of the boys. “Get fucked!”
“We're never gonna hear the end of this,” Quinn sighs and you grin widely.
After two more movies you’re successfully passed out next to Luke, your head resting on his shoulder. The other boys have gone to bed but Quinn quietly cleans up the area first.
“Luke?” he asks and the young boy looks up at his older brother.
“Did you actually like the candy corn?”
Luke glances down at you, making sure you’re fast asleep before looking back over at his brother.
“Not at all,” he admits.
“Thought so,” Quinn responds, a soft knowing smile on his lips. “Goodnight.”
“Night Quinn.”
#luke hughes x you#luke hughes x y/n#luke hughes drabble#luke hughes blurb#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes imagine#new jersey devils x reader#new jersey devils imagine#prettytoxicrevolver autumn fics 2k24#prettytoxicrevolver fic
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For @steddie-spooktober day 3 prompt : apples
rated: T | cw: none | tags: old queers, mechanic eddie munson, they're in love
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Steve is stirring the saucepan of soup he made as strong arms wrap themselves around his waist. The softness of Eddie’s middle-aged belly pressing up against his back, the familiar scratch of salt and pepper stubble as his husband leaves a kiss just under his ear.
Steve’s sighs happily, leaning back into Eddie’s warmth.
‘It’s really that time of year again already?’ Eddie mumbles, his face buried in Steve’s shoulder.
Steve hums, turning the stove off and shifting them so he’s leaning against the counter and facing eddie, wrapping his arms around his neck. ‘Yup, collected them from the tree this morning.’ He supplies, tucking a looses strand of Eddie’s work sweaty hair behind his ear.
Eddie’s eyes close sleepily and he opens his mouth. Every year Steve makes apple bread from their apple tree in the back garden, and every year Eddie acts like he’s surprised; before asking Steve to make more once there’s none left to pack with his lunches.
Steve breaks off a bite from the now cool loaf next to him, pulling it off with his fingers because it’s not like he’s sharing with anyone but Eddie. Getting a bit with a chunk of apple inside and feeding it gently into his husband’s waiting mouth. Eddie licks the crumbs from Steve’s fingers and steve marvels at how Eddie’s crows feet are always visible now, not just when he smiles. Older and wiser but just as pretty and goofy as he was when they were 20.
They’re really growing old together, who would’ve known.
‘You’re an outdoorsman and a housewife, how’d I get so lucky?’ Eddie mumbles, opening his big Bambi eyes again as mischief grows on his face. ‘The boys at the shop better be ready to hear me braggin’. “He does it wearing grey sweatpants too.” They’re young, they know what that means.’ Eddie teases, squeezing Steve’s ass with his perpetually oil stained hands.
‘You do not tell them that!’ Steve argues, cheeks flushing at the implications of the nicknames and gossip.
‘I employ them! I can make them listen to me talk about anything. My hot husband who bakes for me and literally forages outdoors is definitely on the yap agenda tomorrow.’ Eddie says matter of factly, nuzzling against Steve’s hot cheek. ‘They made enough fun of me after seeing what a beanpole I used to be in old pictures, least I can do is brag about the guy who turned me into a bear.’
Steve purses his lips but he’ll never not enjoy the way Eddie shows him off, how special it makes him feel. And he can’t help his brain going a little fuzzy as Eddie crowds closer, his bulk pressing in all over. It’s Steves favourite place to be; pushed against anything with Eddie’s weight holding him there.
So when Eddie removes Steve’s glasses gently, setting them on the counter and holding firm at the base of his skull, Steve goes willingly. Always has and always will, mouths dipping together with the sweet taste of autumn on their tongues.
The familiar burst of love that Steve feels for Eddie every day, every year, every season, filling his chest.
And he hopes, knows, that he’ll get to feel it for the rest of their life. For all the autumns still to come.
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autumn is akaashi's favorite season. the summer heat ebbs away into a pleasant chill, the crisp air foreshadowing colder months ahead. despite this, he's always liked the warmth in the trees as amber hues provide a stark contrast against the ashen sky. but most of all, he looks forward to seeing your face light up as he hands you your favorite hot drink.
"you didn't have to," you utter, yet the way your eyes sparkle says otherwise.
"but i wanted to," he replies swiftly.
he watches you raise the cup to your lips and take a tentative sip, warmth spreading from the top of his head to his toes when you hum contendedly. akaashi's smile is hidden behind his scarf, but the crinkle of his eyes betrays him.
your lips quirk upwards when you notice his subdued giddiness. "thank you, keiji."
the crunch of dry leaves accompanies the sound of your voice. akaashi thinks he quite enjoys this—spending autumn evenings wandering aimlessly while listening to you talk about your day. when the wind picks up, he interlaces his fingers with yours and slips his other hand into his coat pocket, feeling the extra pair of mittens that he keeps for you.
and just as the leaves fall every year without fail, akaashi falls for you time and time again.
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I actually NEED a tate langdon bf
#i need a tate langdon#i need him#fem cel#female hysteria#tate and violet#tate langdon#murder house#taissa farmiga#ahs#american horror story#evan peters#evan peters ahs#evan peters x reader#ahs murder house#girl blog aesthetic#i’m just a girl#girl interupted syndrome#girl blogger#girl boss gaslight gatekeep#tate langdon drabble#ahs fandom#angelic girl#girl core#girl interrupted#girl hysteria#whisper girl#manic pixie dream girl#hell is a teenage girl#autumn#autumn vibes
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Bad Idea, Right?
An Eris x Reader drabble
(Part 2) (Part 3)
Warnings: a bit smutty, language
“Your dad’s going to kill you.”
My head was pounding. This bed was so warm.
Last night was a blur.
Nyx, how many times do I have to request that you not intrude on my thoughts before 9 am.
“It’s almost noon, cousin.”
Shit!
Shit, cover for me! Please.
“I told you this was a bad idea.”
Right. I know. Cover for me anyway?
“One hour. Be here in one hour. You owe me.”
Don’t worry, Nyxie. I’ll cover for you the next time you visit the lovely daughter of Spring.
Slamming my mental shields up, I rolled over to the fiery lover next to me with a groan, “Get me out of this autumnal wasteland.”
“Good morning to you too, little one.” the redhead pressed against my backside grumbled.
I rolled over to smack his shoulder. “Gross, Eris. I’m the same age as Aunt Nesta when you proposed to her.”
Eris smirked. “She never called me daddy like you do.”
I let out a mirthful laugh, hoisting myself on top of him, straddling just below his rippled abdomen, “I’m never fucking you again.”
“You say that every time, dear.” Gripping his hands on my hips, groggy voice a whisper, “Yet somehow you keep falling back into my bed.”
Fuck. He was so hot.
I leaned down, pressing my breasts to his bare chest, face just an inch from his. “I can’t help that my shadows love how you beg.”
A growl escaped the back of his throat as my shadows restrained his wrists above his head. My gaze turned icy as I commanded, “Eyes on me, Eris.”
His only response a shift of his hips.
“Don’t fucking move.” I purred.
Nyx could keep the family off my back for a little longer.
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Autumn Drabbles Results
I'm mostly posting this for my reference, but the polls can be found here. I feel like people didn't vote a character only once tho lmaooo and it skewed so I kinda just refinagled so each character got a prompt.
Prompt #1: Your friend invites you to a bonfire where you meet a man who knows you better than you think. - Bucky Barnes
Prompt #2: Your mother invites a lonely coworker to Thanksgiving, a bit too lonely. - Andy Barnes
Prompt #3: You get lost on a campus on your first day of college and a helpful stranger shows you around. - Steve Rogers
Prompt #4: You bake one of your favourite fall trees for your coworkers but one of them takes it to mean more than it does. - Tony Stark
Prompt #5: You get caught in the corn maze after dark but you don’t think those footsteps belong to someone trying to help you find your way out. - Lloyd Hansen
I am also going to be trying to work these into some ongoing challenges for the fall! Linking below to boost.
Cum One, Cum All Challenge
The Sleepover's Winds of Autumn Challenge
If there are any other challenges you know of, let me know so I can reblog separately and add here.
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Happy almost Fall, Hazel! I'm so ready.
How about sweater, bonfire, and Frankie? your choice for genre.
Maggie, my sweet! I am ready, too. Here is a tiny ficlet, like an amuse bouche, just to tempt our taste buds. Thank you for sending my this request! 💚
HARVEST MOON
FRANKIE MORALES X GN! READER
(Harvest Moon by Neil Young)
Your fingers slipped under the hem of Frankie's oatmeal fisherman's sweater from behind. You feel more than hear his pleased rumbling hum.
Placing your chin on his shoulder, you squint at the blaze as it snaps and hisses, the moon rising behind it.
Music is drifting dreamily in the air, mixing with the smell of the fire and the earthy sweet musk of the dying leaves. Franking twists to face you, blocking the bonfire, your eyes adjust to the lowlight, to behold his eyes, warm and dark. His hands rest on your hips momentarily before sliding to your lower back, pressing you impossibly close. His hips begin to sway, and yours can't resist following.
Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon...
autumn drabble word prompts
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Hello girlypop I was wondering if you could request a crisp autumn match. It would legit make my day I think they are so fun.💚My house is Slytherin, my favorite spot in the castle is the astronomy tower, my favorite class is potions, I’m a huge stoner but I don’t give off stoner vibes so when people find that out about me they are often surprised also I just wanted to add I have an extremely cute cat named Padmé since she is my child. I can’t wait to find out who you think is my perfect match
°•*⁀➷ crisp autumn match // my 1k celebration
╰┈➤ theodore nott
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♡ theo and you weren’t ever friends. sure, you were in the same house and saw eachother quite often
♡ but still, you had never gotten the opportunity to talk to him alone
♡ one day, you went to the astronomy tower for your usual smoke and there he was
♡ “come here often ?” he asked with a grin, his eyes curious when he saw the joint between your fingers, very similar to the one he was holding
♡ you to stayed there and chatted for hours, giggling at every word the other said
♡ these smoking sessions soon became a regular thing between the two of you
♡ you’d just discuss whatever came to mind, the conversation flowing naturally and without any uncomfortable silences
♡ he would talk about quidditch and you somehow managed to mention your beloved cat in every single sentence, before you two would get into unrelated debates
♡ and that was it, all you ever needed. just you and him, away from everyone else
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
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MELTING THE ICE / KIMI RÄIKKÖNEN
kimi räikkönen x wife reader / WRITTEN FIC
WARNINGS / just grumpy kimi!
WORD COUNT / 532 words
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“Kimi! Come down, please! It’s almost time for some trick or treaters!” You yell out to wherever Kimi is.
You stand by the front entry of your house dressed in a nice cozy sweater and denim skirt and your uggs waiting for both Kimi and some knocks on your door!
Waiting there patiently, constantly making sure all of the candy is set up nicely, as you finally hear Kimi walking down the stairs, "Finally,” you grumble, “I wasn’t tanking that long. You should be grateful that I’m even wearing this stupid shirt,” he mumbles.
Although Kimi wasn't a fan of his Halloween shirt you ordered him, you personally thought he looked adorable! I mean, you had to take a photo of his grumpy face in a Halloween t-shirt!
Before Kimi can even protest the picture, some kids knock at your door, and you smile wildly!
You open the door to see three kids in costumes; one of them is a Disney princess, and the other two seem to be different versions of superheroes! The kids look up at you and Kimi, all excited with the night ahead and the candy and sugar they've already eaten. "Trick or treat," the kids almost say in unison.
"You guys look adorable!" you gleam as you hand out some candy in their buckets. The kids thank you happily, especially after getting some full-size candy bars! As they leave to go get some more candy, you and Kimi sit on your front porch with a bucket of a variety of candy.
Your turn to Kimi: "Will you please try and somewhat act happy for these poor children?"Kimi turns to you with his stoic eyes. "Fine..."
You obviously smile at his reluctant response.As the night further approaches and the feel of nightfall washes down on the two of you, multiple kids have come to your house, your candy bowl being completely empty. Well, at least you thought until Kimi pulled out your favorite candy bar from his lap and said, "I saved you a candy bar."
"Kimi! Did you seriously steal a candy bar from the bowl just to give to me?" You scold him.
Despite your scolding towards Kimi, he gives you a faint smile and says, "The kids will be fine; trust me, they have enough candy already. Plus, it's your favorite."
You can't help but smile at the gesture and take the candy bar from his hands and give him a piece.
"You know, I think towards the end of the night you started to enjoy giving out candy," you tell Kimi as your head is laid on his broad shoulder.
Kimi looks down at you slightly with another faint smile and grumbles, "Maybe just a little bit, but don't you tell a soul."
You smile teasingly. "Hmm.. I might have to spread it around the media that Kimi is secretly a softie who loves to celebrate Halloween."
Surprisingly, Kimi doesn't respond to your tease; instead, he picks you up and takes you inside onto the couch, lays you on his lap, and whispers to you, "Hopefully you're too tired to remember this, but I had a lot of fun with you tonight."
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SWEETERLOVERS - testing out the tag list!
TAG LIST - @pear-1206 @fulla02 @depressed-crayon @a-beaverhausen
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#009
slight nsfw
thinking about living in a cottage with Levi, having slow, slow mornings with each other, him fucking you till the sun comes up. having a full breakfast, him pretending not to see you steal forkfuls from his plate, then spending the rest of the day doing whatever you want, going down to the lake, skimming stones, taunting him about stripping down and skinny dipping, something he teased about saving for another day, hiking through a forest before cuddling up with a book or two for the rest of the evening. lighting up the fireplace and Levi bringing you your favourite hot drink as he drinks his specialty— tea. curling up on the couch for the rest of the night where late night conversations take place which turn to make out sessions which turns to slow, loving sex by the fire
#angel’s late night drabbles#I wanna write a series about this#with autumn vibes#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman#levi x reader#levi attack on titan#attack on titan#levi x you#snk levi#aot levi#aot x reader
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