#fall into fall

[blkqueensmatters]

Look at these beautiful fall colors! It’s definitely a mood boost for me. How about YOU? Feel free to leave me a comment below! What’s your favorite color of fall? I love the burst of orange 🍁

[thedoorsofmyheart]

“The autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much." "Now I know why the leaves change in fall." "Autumn leaves fallin down like pieces into place”

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Protections

Summary: After a hard bounty, Din comes back to find his ship vastly different.

Words: 335

Warnings: Lore, fluff, talk of skeletal remains

A/N: This had to be written today, demanded to be written. I don't know where it came from but it did and it's cutesy! And most of the lore is true.

Din trudged back to the Razor Crest with heavy steps. This bounty was an unpleasant one. He’d chased his target into a cave, the night vision on his visor revealing skeletons everywhere. Din completed his task without putting too much thought into the origin of the bones until his target was picked up. 

By the time he arrived back at his ship, his mind had concocted a story about the remains, one he was loath to admit fit with the stories of the Imperial Army and its leaders. His boots clanged along the ramp as he boarded the vessel, going silent when the doors opened and revealed a heavily decorated interior.

“Din! You’re back!” you exclaimed as you walked through the narrow corridor.

“What is all of this?” he questioned, gesturing around the place he called home.

“Just some traditional decorations from home,” you shrugged.

“But why decorate with humanoid remains?”

“I don’t follow,” you responded, eyes narrowed and brow furrowed.

Din pointed to a skeleton hanging on the wall, his exasperated face covered by his visor.

“Oh, the skeletons? They’re not real,” you explained. “It’s a traditional way of warding off evil spirits. Stories say that spirits will settle in the bones of the dead instead of the living, preferring the ease of not fighting the soul of the living.”

“So it’s protection?” he asked, his head tilting to the side.

“Yeah, basically,” you confirmed.

“And these gourds?”

“The Jack o’lanterns?” It was your turn to tilt your head in confusion, trying to figure out his meaning.

“Is that what you call them? The vegetables with faces?” he clarified.

“Yeah. Uh, those are an Irish folktale about a demon and the lights in the pumpkins ward him off,” you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck as you summarized the story of Jack of the Lantern.

“So they’re also for safety?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you nodded, trying to seem more confident than you were.

“They can stay,” he sighed, “as long as they work.”

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Jump With Me

Summary: Sam gets time off from one public service and performs another, meeting his new neighbor in the process. She reminds him that he needs a little fun, even if he is Captain America now. Words: 630ish Warnings: Fluff Credits: Shoutout to @fictional-affairs for the instant reply for my trope even though I'm sure she has plenty of other things to do. A/N: This is probably one of my cutest ones, I'm not gonna lie.

Sam Wilson enjoyed his time as Captain America. He liked being able to bring a positive role model to young men and women. He enjoyed saving the world and doing his part to smash stereotypes, both of heroes and of black men. 

But he was happiest when he was home, having bought a house not far from his sister’s in a small cul-de-sac. He was always doing something outside when he was home, cutting grass or righting a mailbox, possibly repairing a porch step. He made sure to take care of his neighbors as well, helping the elderly couples with repairs or the single parents with yard maintenance. 

Now that autumn had fallen, he was raking the leaves of all of the houses on the street, bagging them up for collection at the end of the week. Mr. and Mrs. Washington had handed him a fresh apple pie for his help, bragging that the apples came off of the tree in their back yard. He’d smiled and thanked them, dropping the pie on his counter to cool while he worked on the next yard.

His neighbor had just moved in and he had yet to introduce himself. He’d been on mission after mission, barely spending an entire day at home before flying out again with Torres and Barnes in tow. Sam had managed to convince Maria that he needed some time off and she agreed to a week of no missions.

As he raked the leaves in the front yard, he heard footsteps approaching, crunching through the grass towards him.

“You really take public service seriously,” a sweet voice teased from behind him.

Sam turned around and saw a beautiful woman behind him, a soft smile on her face. He grinned, leaning on his rake. “Being a public servant doesn’t stop when I take off the suit,” he shrugged.

She giggled and introduced herself, her dark curls bouncing as she stuck out her hand for him to shake. “So have you ever had the urge to jump into the piles when you’re done?”

“Uh, no,” he chuckled. “It honestly never crossed my mind.”

“If I offer to help you rake them up, would you do it?”

“Would I jump in a pile of leaves?”

“Yeah,” she teased, “even Captain America needs to have fun, right?”

“Are you going to jump with me?”

“You know what? Yeah. Why not?”

Sam set down the rake and reached out to her, taking her hand and standing next to her. “On the count of three. One. Two. Three!”

The pair of them jumped into the pile, leaves flying all around them as they laughed together. Sam looked over and smiled, reaching over to pull a leaf from her hair.

“You’re gonna make good on that promise to help clean this up?” he smirked.

“Of course. What do you take me for?” she scoffed, faking offense.

“My next dinner date,” he replied smoothly.

The surprise on her face was evident but when her lips curled up into a blinding smile, Sam knew he was done for.

“Pick me up at six?”

“Make it seven,” he told her, “I’ve got a couple more public service projects to finish first. Some that won’t take me twice the time because of a beautiful woman convinced me to jump.”

“Didn’t take much convincing,” she laughed, her curls swinging around her like a halo of hair as she lightly shook her head.

“I could say the same thing.”

“What can I say? The suit doesn’t do much for you, but that rake surely does.” She winked at him before turning around, heading to her garage for her own rake. “Maybe you’ll even have a new helper.”

“I hope so,” he mumbled as he watched her walk away, completely enamored by the girl next door.

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Who Dat

Summary: Coyote finally has leave to take his girl to a Saints game.

Words: 561

Warnings: Fluffy af. Proposal. Die-hard sports fandom. Ragging on the Saints a little (I can do that.)

Credits: Myself and google :)

A/N: This started out as just a fun little drabble after watching a video Tarzan uploaded of him at the Vikings game (that we lost, by the way) and then it just evolved to include even more fluff.

Javy had finally gotten leave to come home during a good time - it was early in football season, the Saints had a home game, and the weather was perfect. He was even excited that he got to bring his girlfriend, Y/N, with him to experience the Superdome first hand.

As they walked in, she started looking around, her jaw dropping at the amount of people packing into the stadium.

“Javy, are these all people from here?” she questioned as they climbed to their seats.

“Yeah, there’s not exactly a whole lot for people to bandwagon on,” he explained, “The Saints aren’t really the best team. When I was a kid, we called them ‘The Aints’ instead.”

“Really?” she giggled.

“Really,” he confirmed.

He guided them towards their section, a hand holding two sandwiches while the other one steered from her lower back. The attendant checking tickets took one look at them and said there had been a problem with a double booking and that because of his Navy status, he was bumped up to seats at the fifty.

With an exchange of thanks, the couple headed for their new seats, deciding to eat on the way so they could focus on the game when they sat down. They found their seats with no further interruptions, enjoying the first half of the game, cheering for the home team wearing black and gold.

Just before halftime, Javy excused himself, kissing her on the head as he passed. She made small talk with the older lady next to her until she was approached by an attendant.

“Ma’am, your seat has been selected for a sideline viewing of the halftime show,” the young woman said.

“Oh, okay. What about my boyfriend?”

“I’ll have someone wait here for him,” the attendant smiled.

She was led to a spot at the fifty yard line where two members of the Saintsations were waiting with bright smiles. The performance started and she was captivated by the movements of the dancers and failed to notice the man moving along the back of the line.

“Okay, come with us,” the dancers told her as they each grabbed an arm, half leading, half tugging her to the center of the field.

The dancers surrounded her and cameras swirled overhead, distracting her for a moment when the women backed up, leaving a smiling man in their wake.

She turned around, her brows furrowing when she recognized the man standing there. “Javy? What’s going on?”

“I called in a few favors,” he shrugged, walking towards her. “You know, you’ve been by my side for over a year now, through deployments and moves and all kinds of other things. You’ve made me realize that the Navy isn’t the only thing in my life worth living for. Baby, I love you,” he said, dropping to one knee, a diamond solitaire surrounded by sapphire and topaz gems in his fingers, “marry me. Be by my side for the rest of my life.”

Tears had started to fall when he started his speech, once she realized what was going on. She nodded her head vigorously, choking back a sob as she exclaimed, “yes! Of course, Javy, yes!”

Every person in the stadium was on their feet, cheering and clapping and stomping their feet as Javy stood and took his new fiancee in his arms, kissing her deeply.

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Too Early

Words: 379 Warnings: Fluff, implied smut Credits: @therebeccaw for the INCREDIBLE graphic for this beefy hunk. A/N: I'm sorry, the movie was awful and literally the only redeeming quality was Lew as Harrison. So I'm making my own happy with him and you're all just going to have to deal.

You hated the outdoors. You had no idea how Harrison had convinced you to go camping with him in the middle of October. But here you were, spreading sleeping bags on the floor of a tent while he gathered firewood and stones.

“Can’t believe I’m spending the night outside,” you muttered to yourself as you climbed out of the tent, finding Harrison setting stones in a wide circle and stacking logs inside. 

“Yeah, I never thought you’d agree to this,” he chuckled, “I guess you must really like me.”

“Right now I’m not so sure,” you grumbled, attempting to keep your smile at bay when he burst out laughing. 

“Aw, come on, sunshine, you know you do,” he teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You sighed as you looked up at him softly, sliding your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

The sun set on the campsite, the fire quickly becoming the only light on the cloudy, moonless night.

“What do we do if it rains?” you asked coyly, feeling self-conscious about your lack of knowledge of the outdoors.

“There’s a cover for the tent that I’m going to put on before we go to bed,” he answered, wrapping his arm around you. “You don’t have to worry, sunshine, nothing’s going to happen.”

True to his word, the night was uneventful and you woke up to sunlight streaming through the plastic windows of the tent, illuminating Harrison in golden rays as if he were a god on earth. You were torn; your brain was yelling for coffee but you didn't want to get up, content to be wrapped in the thick arms of your boyfriend.

Harrison’s arm tightened around you and he nuzzled into your neck, humming contentedly as he breathed you in. “Good morning,” he mumbled against your skin, pressing soft kisses along the exposed flesh of your collarbone.

“It’s too early,” you groaned dramatically. 

“You sure about that?” he muttered, his hands sliding up your thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of your shorts.

You moaned softly when his fingers dipped under your panties. “I -” you started, cut off when he rolled you onto your back.

“Still too early?”

“Not for that, it isn’t.”

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Beacons

Words: 555 Warnings: Fluff and a lot of it. Credits: @therebeccaw for the graphic again because she's my moodboard queen and I love her much. A/N: I love Frank Castle more than any one person probably should. I actually hate carving pumpkins but the idea was too adorable to pass up. A/N 2: I also forgot to do this for yesterday and I swear I have a second one posting today so that we'll catch up. Although, I'm pretty sure you guys aren't worried.

She was humming. Humming was usually a great thing. Except this close to Halloween. Frank knew she had something planned and he knew that it was going to be something he’d hate. He’d do it anyway, to make her happy, but he’d hate it.

He peeked into the kitchen, careful not to make any sounds to disturb the melodic sounds coming from her. He found two massive pumpkins sitting on the table with a stack of patterns plus a couple of markers, knives, spoons, and paper towels. Frank relaxed slightly, knowing that carving pumpkins was an easy out considering some of the other things his girl had talked about.

“What’s going on here?” he questioned as he walked into the kitchen, pushing his sleeves up.

“We’re carving pumpkins and roasting pumpkin seeds,” she chirped while she spun around, a bowl of water and a pan in her hands.

“We?” 

“Yep,” she said, giving him no room to argue.

“Baby, why are we carving pumpkins? We’re not really somewhere that people can come trick or treat.”

“Because it’s fun,” she told him as she spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck. “And I wanna do it and you’ll do pretty much anything for me.”

He pulled her close, arms around her waist, and smiled down at her. “I mean, you’re not wrong there.”

“Okay, let’s go!” she exclaimed, releasing her grip on him and spinning in his arms. “Frankie, come on.”

“Nope. Not letting go.” He buried his face in her neck and allowed her to pull him towards the supplies.

“We each have to carve our own pumpkins, Frankie,” she giggled.

“Fine,” Frank grumbled as he let her go, sliding a pumpkin over and grabbing a marker. When she tried to look over at what he was drawing, he covered it up, pointing a finger at her, trying to be menacing and stern. “No. I have to do this, you have to wait till it’s done.”

“I’m glad you’re taking this seriously.”

An hour later, with pumpkin seeds in the oven, Frank set his tools down and smirked. “Okay, I’m done.”

“Let me see,” she exclaimed, bouncing up and down excitedly. 

He spun the pumpkin around, watching as her eyebrows rose.

“Wow,” she whispered, “you free-handed that. It’s pretty awesome. But…Frankie, you know we’re putting this outside, right?”

“I know,” he shrugged, “you think our two neighbors don’t know who I am? Besides, I’ve seen three other Punisher pumpkins when I was out. This isn’t going to be a beacon to anyone.”

“Yeah it will,” she grinned. “It’ll be the beacon calling you home every night. Making sure you come back to me after taking care of those thugs you deal with.”

“I hope I don’t get lost and go into a house with another Punisher pumpkin,” he joked with a chuckle, making her slap his chest. “There might be a single woman in one of them wanting to thank the big, bad man cleaning up their streets.”

“You are so full of yourself, Castle,” she said, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend and turning around.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, cupping her face in one of his large, calloused hands. “You know I’m joking, right? There’s only one girl for me.”

“I know, Frankie,” she hummed. “I love you, too.”