#autumn rambles 🤍

[cixrosie]

SASSY NICO SASSY NICO SASSY NICO SASSY NICO

OH HES PISSED AND HES OVER IT AND HES RIGHT

(he can take his anger out on me)

[lovebugism]

hi hi hi!! I love you work so much! I was wondering if I could request "secretly holding hands while standing beside each other at a bonfire" with eddie?? 🤍🤍

i had an idea and ran with it so it's a wee bit different from the original prompt, but i hope you like it! — you and eddie try to keep your relationship a secret at the senior class bonfire (secret relationship, cheerleader!reader fluff, 1.5k)

fictober leftovers (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Wearing your cheer uniform to the Hawkins High bonfire was a bad idea. Not ditching it to hang out with Eddie was worse.

You’re left constantly looking over your shoulder for him, eager to break away from the mindless conversations and find meaning in the autumn in the boy everyone called a freak. 

You think you’re being subtle about it until Tina Burton cuts herself off mid-sentence to ask, “What are you looking for?” She sounds annoyed with you, borderline offended ‘cause you aren’t hanging on every word she says.

She’s captain of the cheer squad, so you fluster like you’re being genuinely scolded. “Hm? Oh— nothing. It’s… It’s nothing,” you stammer and look down at your feet, toeing at the tall grass with your white sneakers.

She squints past you, unconvinced. “Okay…”

When she starts rambling again, you try hard to pay attention. None of the words make any sense, though. Your brain noise is too loud. It’s all just Eddie Eddie Eddie.

When a muffled heavy metal bass starts to blare in the distance, it feels almost like you’ve willed him.

This time when you glance over your shoulder, you see Eddie’s van swing haphazardly into a gravel parking spot. The music comes to a sudden halt when your boy hops out of the driver’s seat, bathed golden from the amber streetlights.

You’re grinning wide the second you see him, smiling harder than anyone ever has before. He catches you all but sparkling at the sight of him, and when he flashes you a crooked grin, you have to look away before you burst entirely.

Chrissy sees your smiling cheeks and the way you hold the expression between your teeth. She nudges you and teases, “What’s that look for, huh?”

You don’t have the words to answer her, so you just shake your head and try to hide the brightness of your beaming.

You glance back again, still trying to be lowkey about the whole thing, and find the rest of Eddie’s friends filing out of the back of his old van. He’s still looking at you, with a smile as wild as his frizzy curls.

He nods over to the empty woods in a silent plea to get you alone.

With a fluttering heart, you nod back at him. 

“I’m gonna, uh— I’m gonna get some more cocoa,” you announce suddenly, cutting Tina off mid-sentence and scurrying off before anyone can stop you.

You make sure no one’s looking when you duck past the drink table and head towards the blackened woods. You’re not as scared as you probably should be when you step through the tree line. You figure there’s not much of a reason to be — not when you know Eddie’s out here waiting for you, anyway.

The boy grabs you suddenly from behind. You squeal into the starry night, giggling while he laughs into your shoulder.

“Took you long enough,” you scold, shoving him with a playful hand when you turn around to face him. “I’ve been waiting on you for forever.”

Eddie shrugs with a lopsided grin. “I’m a rockstar, babe. I’m fashionably late— it’s my thing.”

“Right,” you monotone with the roll of your eyes.

You look too pretty not to kiss. Eddie leans down for a swift peck, then grows quickly drunk on the hot cocoa-peppermint chapstick mixture in your mouth. He ducks down again, this time for something more languid.

His plush mouth presses and lingers against yours, innocuous still. He tastes like nicotine and diner food. If domesticity had a taste, you think it’d taste just like this.

Eddie parts from you with a drunken hesitance, wearing your blush pink lipstick on his swollen mouth. Something primal swells in the pit of your stomach. It feels almost like you own him. 

His chocolate eyes squint at your mischievous grin. “…What?”

“You have my lipstick all over your mouth.”

It makes him smile, too. He feels more like he’s yours now that he’s got evidence of you. He’d wear you all over if he could. He doesn’t ever want to wipe it off.

“Metal,” he mumbles all boyish, with your rosy lipstick smeared along his mouth.

His crooked grin ebbs when he notices you shivering. His bushy brows pinch in concern. 

“You cold?”

You shrug and cross your arms over your chest, hugging yourself for warmth. “Yeah. I’m used to it, though. Normally, I’d wear tights under my skirt, but I figured I’d get too hot during the bonfire…”

You trail off when Eddie starts to shrug off his leather jacket.

“No, Eds.”

“What?”

“You’ll be cold!”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you’ll get sick,” you whine as his arms wrap around you to put the black cloth over your shoulders. It almost fully conceals your green and white cheer uniform.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Eddie chuckles. “Here, put your arms in.”

You listen but complain the entire time. “You’ll get sick, and you won’t be able to play at your shows, and the bar will be so boring without you.”

Eddie scoffs. If Corroded Coffin couldn’t play their Tuesday night shows, it would just be another Tuesday night at the Hideout. Nothing would change except their seven-to-nine slot being empty. He loves that you think so highly of him, though.

“Well, the only other option is you getting sick and Hawkins losing their best cheerleader. And what would Jason Carver do without you cheering on his mediocrity, huh?”

You roll your eyes with a grumbled “Shut up…”

He smiles again and leans in with the intention to kiss you stupid.  A tree limb cracks sharply in the distance before he can. The two of you stumble back from each other on instinct.

Jason Carver appears from the darkened woods, scarier than any psycho-killing maniac that could be roaming these woods at this very moment.

“Speak of the devil, and the devil appears,” Eddie lilts under his breath.

“Jason,” you sigh, breathless for a reason you can’t name. “What are you… What are you doing here?”

“Tina said she saw you walking into the woods… I wanted to make sure you were alright,” the blonde boy answers with a squint to his stone-blue eyes. His gaze darts between you and Eddie, like he’s trying to make sense of the two of you.

The wild-haired boy scoffs and rolls his eyes. How fucking chivalrous, he thinks bitterly to himself.

“Is this freak bothering you?” Jason asks you, a sense of protectiveness coating his words.

He says it like you’re not wearing Eddie’s jacket. Like Eddie’s not wearing your pink lipstick on his mouth.

Still, you smile kindly and shake your head. “Nope. I’m okay.”

“Yeah,” the brunette boy shrugs with a crooked grin. “We’re just talkin’, Carver.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, freak,” Jason bites back.

“We’re fine,” you intervene, voice wavering in fear of the situation becoming bigger than you can handle. “I’ll be back in a flash. I promise.”

Jason’s eyes narrow one last time at Eddie before he ultimately decides to leave.

You let out a shaking sigh when he’s gone.

Eddie laughs. “What a fucking idiot…”

Jason’s got so much muscle in his arms that there’s nothing left for his brain. He still thinks he’s hot shit — star quarterback, free ride to a fancy school — why should the prettiest cheerleader in school be off limits? He still thinks he has a shot with you, no idea that you’re already Eddie’s.

“We should go back out there,” you announce when it gets too quiet. “If Tina’s talking, she’s already gonna give me shit for disappearing.”

“Do you wanna go first, or should I?” Eddie asks. It’s muscle memory at this point. The scheming, the hiding — it’s all the two of you have ever known.

Still, you shift your weight on your feet. Your hands wring together as you draw mindless shapes in the dirt with your sneakers. “I don’t know…” you murmur with a shrug. “We could go together, maybe?”

“Together?”

“Yeah. I mean, we don’t have to, but it beats Jason always intervening when we’re together ‘cause he thinks you’re kidnapping me or something.” 

The laugh you let out is halfway forced. You find yourself so suddenly fearful of rejection. Maybe Eddie doesn’t want to be public with you. Maybe he’s hiding because he doesn’t want people to know he likes you.

The boy melts. His features soften as he nears you, wide palms rubbing at your arms in a feeble attempt to keep you warm. “Are you sure you wanna do that, babe?” he wonders with a trembling laugh. “If people know about us— it’ll, like, fuckin’ destroy your rep.”

“I don’t have a rep.”

Eddie’s brows raise. His dark eyes sparkle expectantly.

You’re on your way to being prom queen — with Jason fucking Carver right beside you as king. Everyone knows it. And you know it, too, so you concede with a sigh.

“Well, I care more about you than some stupid reputation, okay? I deserve to spend time with my boyfriend without having to worry about what everyone else is thinking.”

Eddie grins. His heart swells with so much warmth he’s slightly fearful it might burst. He’s never felt prouder of you — prouder to love you. Despite feeling distantly undeserving of your adoration, he nods in response.

“Alright, then… Let’s go break some fucking necks.”

[dckweed]

hi kara :)))

Can you do billy hargrove x f!reader?

him and reader are in a relationship and they are driving round late at night reader gets a bit hansy ;) and end up giving billy a bj or hj whilst he’s still driving this is his reward for not getting in a fight all week? i understand if you don’t wanna do it, it’s your choice don’t feel pressured 🤍

hi love :)))))) you ask, and you shall receive! how's everyone doing today? this probably isn't going to be overly long but that's okay !

this got filthy.

1 down, 5 more to come.

warnings: MINORS DO NOT OPEN! semi-smut, oral (male receiving), use of pet names, reader being an absolute horn dog. car play. deep throating, ball touching and sucking and kind of maybe sub!billy with a ma'am kink?

".. HAVE YOU BEEN A GOOD BOY?.." billy hargrove x fem!reader

Aggressive music played in the background, the wind rushing through your hair as the breeze came through the open window, spattering your flushed skin with the cool whisps of air, the weather was just beginning to turn to autumn and you were more than happy to be out of the raging heat for a while.

You squirmed in your seat, rubbing your thighs together as you bit on your thumbnail, face flushing as you looked over to your boyfriend, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel of his precious camaro as he rambled on and on about Steve Harrington and how he just got under his skin in ways he couldn't explain, but he didn't act on them, infact, he promised that he had been good, that he had been patient and understanding with Max and his stepmother, and even Max's friends.

You thought you might reward him, you could tell he had had a long week, and honestly, you had too. It would only be a taste of what was to come later on, when he finally got you to your empty house, your family gone for the night. God you had been day dreaming about the way that he would absolutely ravish and ruin you all at once, turn you into a filthy, slobbering, begging mess right there on your dining room table if he so pleased, his perfect little personal whore. You quiver at the thought, biting back a moan as you rub your legs together the right way and a jolt of pleasure goes through your core, your pussy clenching around nothing as your panties dampen even farther.

Just a taste would have to suffice for now, you thought. You whimper and Billy looks over at you, eyebrows knitted. "What's wrong sugar, you cold?" He asks, concern lacing his tone.

You take your thumbnail out of your mouth and turn to face him in the seat. "Billy, baby, have you been a good boy this week?" You ask, your voice more sultry than you expected as you lean over the console, seatbelt forgotten, and your nose brushing against his ear as you press a light kiss to his neck, your tongue darting out to lick one of the fading hickies you had given him days ago.

You hear him swallow thickly, and shift in his seat, legs spreading farther apart, unintentionally giving you more access to the place you so desperately wanted to be. You bring your hand to his thigh, lightly ghosting it over his denim clad limb as you make your way up, up, up, stopping right above the button to his jeans.

His grip on the wheel tightens and you hear the quiver in his voice when he speaks. "Y..yes, ma'am," He says, and you hum at his use of the word ma'am, your pussy almond fluttering excitedly. Generally, Billy was the one to be in charge, to have the more superior name, but you knew good and well you had the upper hand for the moment, and you were going to bask in it. "been such a good boy, i promise.."

You hum once more, making your way down to his lower half, you struggle for a moment to unbutton his jeans, and he lifts his ass just enough for you to pull them down his hips. When his cock finally springs free you notice how gloriously hard he is, precum already leaking from his beautifully red tip. "Mm, a good boy indeed." You mewl, not missing that groan that he breathes out at your words as you slowly lick up his long, thick shaft, collecting the small bead of precum on your tongue before swallowing it, closing your eyes as you enjoy the taste. "My favorite.."

Without warning you spit on his cock, wrapping your palm around it as you pump him up and down a few times, looking up at him. You can tell he's having a hard time concentrating on the road, and the thought alone makes you smirk. "Are you ready for your first piece of the prize for being such a good boy this week, Billy?" You ask, looking up at him through your thick lashes. He nods vigorously and you almost want to be a cunt and make him say the words but fuck it, you're too cock hungry yourself to even care.

You take him into your mouth slowly, your tongue swirling around his tip as you twist your hand in a jerking motion, your head bobbing. "Fuck.. shit.." he whimpers, you hear his head thud back against the seat, and you swear you feel the car accelerate. You hum in appreciation, taking more of him into your mouth as you go, going farther and farther until your tongue flattens our and you open your jaw as wide as possible, taking in every last inch of him.

You breath through your nose, eyes rolling as he holds your head in place, fucking up into your already full mouth, moving deeper into your throat as he drives the car, somehow keeping a straight line. After a few moments, and before you know he's about to blow his load, you lift your head up, smirking devilishly at the wine that emits from his throat. "Mhm, I'm not done yet baby.." You say, letting your tongue trail down his shaft right to his waiting sack.

Gently you take one in your mouth, sucking ever so slightly as you hear the hiss come from his lips, fuck, you didn't realize how you would affect him like this. After a few moments of paying his balls attention, you move back to his dick, slurping and sucking and making a sloppy ass mess of the thing as you twist and jerk, swirling your tongue in all the ways you knew he liked. When his whimpers and grunts became closer together, you knew he was almost done, and without warning you take him all the way back into your mouth again, his cock fitting oh so perfectly down your throat. He groans, and you can't help but feel superior as your swallow with his cock in your throat once, twice, three times before he makes a loud jumble of noises, the car swerving as he lifts up from his seat with the way your mouth all but pulls the cum from his cock, coating your tongue and throat, some of it even leaking out to your lips.

You pull back with an almost sadistic grin, opening your mouth to show him the cum that still littered your tongue, teasing him with it. He puts a hand on the back of your head, bringing you in for an open mouthed kiss, his tongue dancing with yours so that you both swallow his cum, something he absolutely loved doing with you.

"Sugar, I hope you can handle what you're in for later." He says and you moan, your hand on his jaw as you kiss him one last time before settling back in your seat, not even bothering to help him put his still hard cock away.

[lady-stormbraver]

I've said it before and I'll say it again. You're simply SO intentionally kind. It boggles the mind. Also, you have top-notch taste in flowers and various art :3 and your Jason meta?? is to die for.

Robin???

Oh my goodness???

You’re going to make me cry real tears in this Chili’s tonight.

In all seriousness, thank you so, so much— for YOUR intentional kindness, and for appreciating all the beauty of God’s creation with me, from autumn trees to the complexity of humans to Lewis and Van Gogh.

And for letting me ramble about Jay to you lately. I have so many thoughts about our dear boy. Maybe I’ll actually get around to sharing them here sometime. xD

You are an absolute treasure, Robin— so full of grace and light and kindness, much like your (tumblr) namesake! So thankful for you, friend 🤍

[dame-nostalgique]

hiii its the previous anon here late but i see your point w how the person from "in plaster" differs from the one you have written about... (though ive interpreted the ending as quite ambiguous since, maybe, the two have to fuse to create one; the white one molding and shaping the yellow one to its full potential and the yellow one to fill the empty plaster w raw emotion... imsorry the rant i loved both yours & sylvias poem i could write entire essays about them)

i also adore the religious—esque imagery; (not to ramble about sylvia again but in the moon & the yew tree theres this verse inside the church will all be blue; floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews; their hands and feet stiff with holiness...) and as for heretics in love, no words can convey how much in awe i am, truly. i could talk about it for hours & hours but not to bother you all i have to say is that i know future has so much in store for you; youre so creative & so well articulated, thank u for inspiring me with your work. its lovely (i saved it in my tiny when in need of inspiration folder). i cant wait for your next poems and i mean it. im sorry for writing so much again but thank u for making my day! ♡

Hello! I'm so glad to see a message from you again! 🤍

Thank you for recommending me another of Sylvia's poems! To be honest, I loved her prose but I never could get more into her poetry, I think because I only read translations to Polish, and a lot can get lost in translation. Especially the essence of the language (I personally try to write in one language at a time, as they have different qualities). I really enjoyed this poem, she describes her mind as this cold, dark, gothic looking night and I relate to that a lot. I spend most of my life in the night hours and I always feel, especially in late Autumn and Winter, that I'm sort of inhaling the night, becoming it, and I would describe it too as cruel and hopeless, although I could write a ton of poems about how beautiful and calm the night is as well.

Thank you so much for the kind reception of my poem! I worked on it since July, and I felt like it's ready. I'm very, very grateful for your words, they are a huge compliment! Thank you for making my day, if I may repay with the same words🌷

By the way, if you ever feel like it, you can DM me to chat about poetry! I appreciate your insight, we could share some interesting poems and you wouldn't feel guilty about the long messages (although I don't mind them). It doesn't have to be tumblr chat if you prefer more anonymity! As you can tell from this profile, I'm also a Pen-pal kind of person, so long form of messages is something I quite like. Have a lovely day! 🕊️

[maiverie]

HI CHỊ !!! 🥰🌼🤍

TYSM FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE & ENCOURAGING 😊🫶🫶

so after ur reply i've kinda taken some time to just... understand ur advice one by one... 🚣‍♀️🌊 (or like break them down into parts yk?) TRUST ME I DON'T MEAN THIS IN A BAD WAY‼️😭

YA SEE the thing here is that i didn't make it clear i was talking abt vietnamese literature !! MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION~ 💔 ofc ik literature is literature (does this even make sense 🥲) but i think there're sum differences (may not be major but can still be a bit confusing (like the way it's taught depends on the country yk?)) so while breaking them down i translated them into vietnamese 😵‍💫 (dunno if it's even accurate 🤕) CUZ my english is like communication level so when it goes specifically into sth like a subject everything just goes 🌪️🌪️

NONETHELESS, ur advice is extremely helpful so TY !!!! 🩵 and NOOO u didn't misread my question bc i actually struggle with BOTH (nỗi đau của riêng em 🥲) so u were a lifesaver !!

random question but what's ur fave season? (mine is autumn 🍁 (kiểu thời tiết mùa thu không quá nóng hay quá lạnh á chị))

and did u see enha's recent photoshoot!??? 😻😽 (wá ư là đẹp)

CHEERING U ON ON UR CURRENT AND FUTURE PROJECTS 🩵🩵 chị cx nhớ giữ gìn sức khỏe nhaaaa

- em anon ☆

HI EMMM 😽

firstly i’m so sorry for the late reply and SECONDLY i realise i had once again misunderstood ur question 😭😭 GIRL I HAD NO IDEA u studied viet literature what the heck 😭😭 stawppp that’s seriously so so so cool but i’m so sorry for my useless ass advice wth 😭💔💔 ANYWAY no way icb i’ve been talking to u w my broken ass vietnamese when u literally study it BYEEEE 💀💀 ashjxdjs that’s so funny but omg are u living in vietnam or do u study it elsewhere?

it sucks because they always taught chinese and korean literature in my high school but never vietnamese 🙁 i wish i could have studied vietnamese formally SO i wish u all the best w ur studies,,, i hope they’re going well 😽😽🫶💖 IM SO SORRY AB MY IRRELEVANT ADVICE I can’t believe i just rambled on for no reason 😭😭

ALSO NOOO ur english is literally flawless I JUST HAVE A TENDENCY TO RAMBLE when i talk abt smth i get excited abt 😭

and hehe chị cũng nghĩ vậy !! ở úc mùa hè nóng thấy mồ 😭😭 but yk it’s too hard to get up in the morning when it’s winter 😭 ITS ACTUALLY WINTER RN HERE what’s autumn like where u live?? :o

ALSO enhas photoshoots r killing me it HURTS😭😭 they look tewwww good they rlly are THAT group 🤕 and akjdlsfkls cảm ơn nhiều nhé em 😽😽 pls take care of urself cutie 😽🫶

[onlyswan]

Hey art!!!

Yesterday i came across a oneshot and i don't know what to say cause I got overwhelmed with sweetness. It was just so cosy and comforting at the same time quite practical. It hurts to realise how hard kpop idols are on themselves. They always have to strive hard to fulfill others' expectations that in the midst of it, they lose themselves. I just hope that all the idols can feel loved and cared for by someone who actually deserves them. I really wish that they find someone who can protect and support them from all the craziness of the world. Someone who loves and values them do who they actually are.

Btw, sorry for the ramble. I drop the link below in case you wanna read it. It's beautiful..

https://ditttiii.tumblr.com/post/689707020714164225/summary-on-a-sweet-autumn-noon-with-you-in-his

Sending lots of love, hugs and kisses your way and whoever needs it!!

🐻

oh that was such a beautiful piece i almost cried :( thank you so much for sharing bear anon!!!

and you are so right 😞 the tannies have changed my life and honestly i don’t even dare to imagine the person i would’ve become if i wasn’t an army. so scary. i’m not a religious person but god do i pray that the light and joy they bring into my life come back to them a thousand fold. i pray that they have or find the person who treats every ounce of their love with sincerity and care, the person who will stay by their side through thunder and sand storms <3 not only a significant other, but also friends :( they deserve nothing less. 🤍

[cixrosie]

AT THE END OF THE DAY IM JUST A GIRL

GOD HES SOOOO FINEEEEE

[cixrosie]

at this interview for a job i really want and need wish me luck

[cixrosie]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BOOPS ARE GONE

[cixrosie]

THIS EDIT IS SOOOOO GOOD

[cixrosie]

doing my gel x nails

we’re doing color french tips

i’ve done one pinky

it’s 6:45pm let’s see how long this takes lol

i will be updating

[cixrosie]

HI AUTUMN!

how are you doing?

HI MY SALTY. how are you. i’ve missed you. 🤍🤍 i’ve been good i got a new job and it’s full time so ive been super MIA but I AM ALIVE LOL

[cixrosie]

Named the cats so far that I have in Cats&Soup I love them

Can you tell who my favorite hockey team is

[cixrosie]

going to attempt to get a new phone from tmobile

either want a 15 pro max ( really want that one ) or a 15 plus

[cixrosie]

so who wants to go to the stadium series with me next year

i’m being serious