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lipglossanon · 7 months

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Pumpkin Patch

stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy fem!reader - SFW

Warnings: stepcest, cute and fluffy moment with Leon 🤭

not proofread ✌️

"If I hear pumpkin spice one more time, l'm going to scream."

You fight down the smile on your face but Leon still notices and squints at you.

“Don’t.”

“Pumpki—“

He claps his hand over your mouth muffling the rest and making you giggle against his palm.

“Now now you two, no horseplay,” your mom chides as she shades her eyes to look around for your stepdad.

“You know where to find us?” she asks turning in time to catch Leon yanking his hand back with a disgusted face as he wipes his palm on his jeans.

“Real mature,” he rolls his eyes as you shrug.

“You put it there.”

“Kids,” your mom clears her throat with a huff, “I asked you—“

“Yep,” you smile brightly at her, adjusting your coat, “we’ll find you guys once we’ve picked out our pumpkin.”

She sighs but smiles back, “Yes, well you have fun and remember—“

“No horseplay,” you all three say at the same time.

You and Leon share a grin as she turns her back to you both, muttering under her breath as she walks over to your stepdad near the vegetable stand.

“So princess, what’s the goal?” Leon smirks at you as he throws his arm over your shoulders.

Instead of annoying you like it usually does, you relax into his side, soaking up his body heat to combat the chilled afternoon air.

“We’re off to find the best pumpkin, duh,” you pat his chest, “you’re talking to an expert.”

“Oh am I?”

You roll your eyes at his snarky tone but preen to yourself when he keeps his arm wrapped around you as you both walk further into the farmstead, making your way over to the rather large pumpkin patch.

The place is pretty busy, families and couples mingling and calling out to each other, pushing wheelbarrows laden down with pumpkins past you and Leon as you make your way down the rows. It smells like fresh dirt and growing things, making you breathe deep even though the cold air stings your lungs.

You both walk in comforting silence as you take in everything. Even though there’s a ton of people there’s also twice as many pumpkins, so you don’t feel rushed in finding one. The people running the place have dotted corn stalks and scarecrows all along the patch and strung up cute pumpkin shaped lights to add to the festive look.

“How about this one?” Leon pauses and pulls away from you to bend down and roll a warty looking pumpkin right side up.

“What? No!” you shake your head, “that one’s terrible for carving.”

Leon tosses the fringe from his eyes as he stands up, “And why is that? Doesn’t this one look Halloweenie?”

“Nope,” you pop the p extra loud, “we need one that’s smooth on one side but sturdy on bottom. Oh! And with a good stem.”

Nodding to yourself as he rolls his eyes at you, you scout the area before grabbing Leon’s hand and pulling him along.

“This one!”

You let go of his hand and kneel next to the bright orange gourd, “It’s perfect.”

You look back up at Leon with pouty lips, “Will you carry it for me?”

“That?” he scoffs rolling his eyes, but you don’t miss the way a blush dusts the bridge of his nose, “why should I?”

“Because you’re nice like that?”

He shakes his head, “Just get a wheelbarrow.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you whine, standing up.

You step in front of him, clasped hands resting on his chest as you make the saddest face possible, “Pretty, pretty please with sugar on top.”

He glares down at you but you don’t move.

Finally with a put upon sigh, he pushes you back, “Fine, but you owe me.”

You laugh and wave him off, “Okay, okay.”

He crouches down and lifts up the pumpkin with a huff, “Please tell me I don’t have to lug this around the rest of the afternoon.”

“Of course not,” you roll your eyes as you wrap your hand around his bicep to help guide him, “just until after we get some hot cider.”

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ihatepeanutss · 3 months

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cause when you know, you know

everyone had realized that steve was hopelessly in love with you and you with him, you were simply the two fools in love in not realizing it

warnings: fem reader! steve’s love language is acts of service, fluff, inspire on lana song’s margaret bcs when you know you know ♡ reader being steve’s girl

the first person to notice was eleven, according to his words he had never seen steve so attentive to someone, not since nancy.

they had organized a small meeting to be able to watch movies on the great harrington television, nancy had attended and jonathan too, practically all were there.

“steve will come in a moment” robin entered the room with a bowl of pop corn and cans of coca cola, his gaze went to you and pointed to the kitchen with his head “ask that if you want iced or unfrozen coca cola, ice apart-“

“uhm, it doesn’t matter” you answered from your place, the individual sofa that steve had made Eddie give you as soon as you get home after work, with a book on your lap you watched Robin nod

robin walked to the kitchen and saw the small bowls full of sweets, steve was not someone sweet, he liked peanuts, pringles and pretzels, clearly this was not for him but he knew your favorite sweets.

m&m, only the yellow and green ones, sugary gummies that only sold in family video and some licorice cut in half, sweets that the children would not pay attention to if steve had made two different types of popcorn.

robin took out two more cans and noticed a fourth, fifth and sixth can of a different color... sugar-free coke, it was silver and different from the regular one

“something else?” the redhead raised her eyebrows towards her best friend and he denied

“no, i just wanted you to take that and take it” steve extended the potatoes and some pretzels “the beers are outside, max has his sandwiches and-“ steve interrupted himself before taking out the can of coke zero, a glass and in another ice to put them on the wooden tray next to the candies.

eleven was an observer, she liked to look, read people, analyze and then judge alone or with someone, lately she was max, the freckled redhead who was recovering from her last most recent injury, her broken wrist thanks to skateboarding.

“steve spends a lot of time in the kitchen whenever we come here” Max murmured taking a handful of popcorn, it was his conversation with him, soft and safe.

“steve wants to impress y/n” eleven replied without looking up at the magazine he had on his lap and heard Max laugh softly “he was serious, max”

max looked up and watched you carefully, you were reading one of your favorite books while you bit your fingers, steve had picked you up at work. the book store that they had opened a few months ago and you had taken care of being there since its inauguration.

max watched steve come out of the kitchen with the tray and with robin behind with more food, the tray full of sweets, different sweets that she would not eat in her life, maybe dustin if they gave her money but in her life they would touch a licorice, a coke zero. ice but with ice in a glass.

“you don’t eat licorice, dustin hates the m&m, dobin hates the reese and no one eats those,” eleven murmured as he let out a sigh before laughing.

they heard you thank steve and max let out a loud sigh to look at lucas “why aren’t you like that?”

robin watched eddie and eddie watched robin before letting out a laugh at the same time while still seeing steve eating from his pretzel while he was looking at a magazine you had brought for him.

robin was really the first to realize it, but nancy and jonathan were officially the second to notice it.

you work was not so far from the newspaper from where she worked together with jonathan, it was close to the center but far from where you lived and where you spent the most time, steve’s house and the byers.

you had a car but you used your bike mostly in your morning and afternoon shifts but Steve hated you to use your white bike at night, especially when he knew your shortcuts to get there, the forest or the road.

“isn’t that steve?” jonathan pointed to steve’s car parked and completely turned off, in front of your work. “well, his car”

nancy nodded as she began to walk with jonathan, Will and Eleven towards the book store, with the “CLOSED” sign on the glass and the lights on she could see you on the floor with books around while steve moved some boxes

“what is he doing?” will questioned before he felt steps next to him

“helping her with the inventory” robin responded looking at them with bags in his hands, food to take away “and y/n she has to do the inventory at least twice a week and steve comes to help her”

“i didn’t even make the inventory in family video or at dinner” nancy spoke raising her eyebrow and Robin nodded

“i know, steve hates doing the inventory but y/n? she loves it” robin replied looking at the four curious people waiting for more answers “....while she makes the inventory she makes three rows, the ones she wants to buy, the ones she will read between shifts and the ones that steve and i may like”

“steve’s reads?” jonathan joked and robin laugh

“no, he doesn’t but for her she does” the redhead laughed as she began to walk towards the door “see you on friday, guys”

when she disappeared from their views, eleven looked at nancy and will a jonathan, they had talked about it, but it was a very on the table to joke.

“i can’t believe it...steve is in love,” jonathan murmured, “he’s in love with a girl who seems to easily reject him if she want it ”

“i know” eleven murmured raising her shoulders and nancy laughed

eddie was the one who made dustin notice it, it wasn’t really much work

“why are we going to steve’s house at this time? we should be on our way to the record store, eddie” dustim complained as he let out a really frustrated sigh

“i have to take my toolbox to Harrington, he called me before leaving and he has saved my ass many times” eddie replied looking at the road “i wonder why i needed it”

“fix something, genius” dustin spoke in an obvious tone before receiving a blow to the back of his neck “ouch”

when he arrived at the Harrington house, Eddie left and Dustin’s curiosity followed him until he ended up in his yard, your white bicycle was lying on the floor while steve rebuilt his light brown artificial straw basket.

“there you are” eddie took his toolbox and put it on the floor looking at the bicycle on the floor “what happened here?”

“i’m fixing y/n’s bike, she mentioned that it had no maintenance and i’m checking it” steve responded calmly by repairing the bicycle

“and...why don’t you take her to the store? eddie pue-“ dustin was going to continue but his gaze landed on you, sitting on the glass patio table under the umbrella with a flower dress, glasses, a coke with ice and reading a book “hey y/n!”

“hello dustin!” you smiled raising your gaze “hello eddie” showing your teeth you smiled again and steve looked at the boys finishing the basket he had made

“thank you for the eddie tools; I owe you one” steve smiled slightly before looking at the tires of the bicycle “I will stop by the store to inflate the tires, will it be wayne ?”

“the old man lives in that place since we opened it” eddie joked before hitting dustin “we’re leaving, enjoy your evening, guys”

“that was-“ dustin began to talk and Eddie nodded.

“every two or three weeks” eddie raised his shoulders as if nothing “yes, it’s not the bicycle, he carries the y/n car and makes us crash it four or five times”

“but y/n doesn’t have a driver’s license” dustin spoke by opening the passenger seat “ah- ouuh I understand”

“how could you notice that about steve?” eddie questioned by turning on the car

“steve cares about everyone, even you,” dustin simply replied, “seeing him do this is normal”

“uhm as if i had ever brought you a source exclusively of sweets on movie night” eddie annoyed dustin

max, lucas, joyce and hopper were the next, four to realize.

“does anyone know when steve will arrive? i need him to show us the way to be able to go quietly in joyce’s car with the children” hopper approached jonathan and he gently denied

joyce told every human being that she would go, max, lucas, dustin, will, mike érica, and eleven check, robin, nancy, jonathan and eddie check, y/n and steve, no check.

“two of all of them here are missing, and one of them owns the place,” joyce reported as she watched everyone deny

“y/n works today” max spoke while eating his chips “afternoon shift”

as if it were magic, steve’s car was parked on the sidewalk of the hoppers as he went out and opened the back seat and you left the co-driver’s seat to open the trunk.

“i’m sorry for the late, i couldn’t close the door and steve had to help” you apologized by taking the suitcases of max, érica, dustin and lucas to put them away to approach joyce and give her a hug.

“steve went to work for you?” hopper question and you nodded

“i didn’t take my bike, it was going to take up a lot of space in the trunk and no suitcase was going to fit,” you replied receiving the drink that steve extended to you, “are we going?”

both joyce and hopper always had a small space for steve, who had given his body, strength and sacrifice in addition to sweat and blood for those children without control. this was new news for joyce, who kept in touch with steve weekly

“don’t say anything, we know,” jonathan responded by looking at you getting into the car with the help of steve, closing the co-pilot’s door before getting in the car and asking the boys something.

max and lucas were the ones who noticed the tension, steve was the one who guided the road, three stops to go to the bathroom and in all of them he went to the store to buy you something, anything but he came out with a bag and if he remembered something for them too, a stop at a hamburger restaurant and he was the one who asked for your order and paid.

small actions that showed great feelings was what max in the middle of the road while you were sleeping and steve had turned down the music.

you used to be very reserved in the group, you joined thanks to your closeness with dustin but you never knew what happened until max was the one who called you to go to the byers’ house because they needed help with a problem.

the problem was steve harrington beaten by billy, from there you started to frequent and now you were the center of the universe for steve.

it didn’t matter who wanted to go out with steve, him was watching you.

the moon wanted the attention of the sun but the sun was very focused on the earth.

♡.

who spilled the drop of the vessel was érica, she was the youngest of the group but the most daring, fast and intelligent, she had the ability to put things in their place and make people uncomfortable if she wanted to.

like now, great barbecue, excellent attention, you hated the sun and although steve convinced you to go out you decided to stay close to joyce and hopper while you read a book and talked with joyce and from time to time with robin when you put a blocker on his face.

eddie took the hot dog that steve asked him for and érica watched him, he watched you while you were talking to joyce but steve was focusing on you.

“when will you tell her that you’re dying for her?” erica spoke making even nancy stop doing what she was doing from where she was not far from the pool, steve under her sunglasses and observed érica “what?”

“what about what? what are you talking about, girl? i’m not in love with y/n” steve bit his hot dog “we’re just friends”

“you do things for her” érica rubbed her in the face

“i do things for everyone” steve defended himself foolishly

“can you fix my bike?” dustin looked at steve and he denied

“of course not, take her to eddie’s store, he can see her,” steve replied rolling his eyes and everyone looked at him... he fixed and checked your bike biblically every two weeks “oh come on, i’ll do more things for everyone”

“we worked two years in family video and a summer in scoops today, you never made the inventory,” robin pointed out, judging him

“you’ve never removed the nuts from my deliveries and I’m allergic to them” dustin did the same

“or you’ve never almost run out of a place when we call you and ask for a pull to any side” lucas continued

“since i met you, the only time you told me a candy was by mistake,” eleven said.

“here the important thing is that steve reads for that girl” jonathan murmured still surprised at what he hear

“do you want to hear something more cheesy?” robin looked defiantly at steve and then at Jonathan when the seat “he bought her the row of books that she made that night from the inventory”

steve let out a sigh and looked at everyone giving them good points about the fact that he was in love with you and went crazy about your existence, they were right but he was afraid of a very internal one that he didn’t want to admit.

“well, i like her,” steve acknowledged, “but not because i like her, i taake care of her, she is practically alone here and-“ steve was going to continue but eddie interrupted him

“shhhh- hey and/n what’s going on?” eddie looked at your heels, because you liked those beach heels and they were beautiful and pink, also a gift from steve

“joyce and i will go for something and i need the keys, sir” you went to steve and he nodded getting up from the floor starting to walk with you towards his jacket “all right?

“yes, so-....uhm, can we talk later? when everyone is in their rooms” the chestnut asked as he handed out the keys to you and you nodded

“when will you tell him that you are in love with him?” joyce questioned you as soon as they left the house and got in the car “hey, don’t look at me like that”

your relationship with the people who were your family was not satisfactory enough for you and joyce was the closest thing to a maternal figure.

“i’m not in love with steve” you murmured looking at steve’s car, every night shift steve went to your work in pajamas, red checkered pants or his gray divers and a black t-shirt to pick you up and leave you at home safe and sound, he didn’t care that your bike dirtyed its trunk upholstery “….well maybe”

“honey , you can lie to me or try, i, joyce maldonado i can assure you that you have to do it now” joyce spoke while driving “i met hopps when i was approximately twelve years old, in high school I fell in love with him and when i rejected him for my children’s father we didn’t meet again until after 20 years old” she expressed vaguely

“if your point was to encourage me, you’re not neuron successful”

“my point is... don’t stay where i stay, maybe my destiny was to have my two wonderful children but hopper was the one who was closer to them than his own father, i never gave myself the opportunity to look at him with other eyes of ‘it’s just a friend’s just a friend’t takes you at two in the morning because of cravings or because of your contractions he takes you to the hospital” Joyce river softly “when you know, you know, honey”

“steve is the only person i have here” you acknowledged “recognizing that i like it is uhm. betray what i told myself when i met him and saved me from that crack when the mall happened. i couldn’t afford to be alone again”

“and i know that now i have eddie and robin but no one like steve, steve- steve is very sweet to me, even when we were at school, everyone was too kind to me even when i was only with Jonathan” you continued and joyce nodded

“just remember it, honey, when you know you know”

when you know, you know.

steve kept his word when he said he wanted to talk to you when no one was around.

the country house belonged to his parents but he had obtained permission to take it for a few days and the yard was his favorite place in the house, later there was a small wooden kazeebo and that’s where you were waiting for him, biting your lips and nails from anxiety.

“hey, i’m sorry for make you wait” steve smiled showing the moderately large paper bag “i had to go for this without anyone seeing it”

you nodded nervously, you felt that you were going to pee in your pants and that you would have to sink into the bathtub in the bathroom in your room, because steve gave you his room in the house.

“steve, we have to talk well- i, i have to talk” you moved your gaze towards steve before playing with your hands “joyce is right”

“hopper is right,” steve murmured back.

“to let my feelings eat me is a good idea for my mental and emotional health, the last thing I want is to lose you because you are my best friend and probably the only one i can count on because Eddie never answers calls and- god verbal vomiting, i’m sorry, steve harrington i like you”

you expected a ‘i only see you as friends’ ‘but you are a little sister to me’ never expecting for

“i feel exactly the same for you,” steve replied, looking at you open your eyes in surprise, making him laugh, “all right?”

“pffff of course....no” you laughed nervously while you let out a laugh again “now what do you do?”

“i haven’t been in a relationship since I was seventeen” steve responded by raising his shoulders getting closer to you and wrapping your arm around your shoulder attracting you towards the “but i brought this”

“did you bring my dignity?” normally those were your jokes and he was very aware of them but he denied

“i bringed sweets and something for you, i would usually have given it to you in front of robin or the boys but there is something they can’t see” steve murmured as you let out a laugh and took the paper bag

in addition to sweets there was a small detail in a pink invitation, valentine’s day was approaching and you were thinking of sleeping all day but steve’s plans were different.

“Dinner for two. 19 PM. formal clothes”

you laugh before kissing steve’s cheek and taking a pack of reese and taking a bite.

“i hated the plans you told me you would do on valentine’s day and if this didn’t happen i planned to force you to leave the house” steve commented taking the reede pedrizo that you gave him “do you accept?”

“i accept to be your valentine’s day, harrington,” you answered by getting closer to him, steve took your legs by placing them on his lap and your body on his arm.

“how?” steve asked softly, “what did you talk to joyce?”

steve also talked to hopper, in fact he was forced by him while you weren’t with joyce and the boys had already had fun bothering him

“rather know you who talked to hopps” you murmured softly and he raised his shoulders

“about knowing when you know it perfectly and you don’t want to admit it” steve murmured about your syen and leaving a soft kiss to hug you again.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x shy!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x bookworm reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington thoughts #joe keery #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ bambi’s fics

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prolifeproliberty · 8 months

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Every time people try to raise awareness about food additives - soy, corn syrup, added sugars, artificial sweeteners, artificial preservatives, seed oils, artificial flavors, dyes, etc - SOMEONE pops up to say “____ is fine in moderation, this isn’t actually a big deal, a little won’t kill you.”

And technically, they’re right. Our bodies are great at filtering out what we don’t need - when we consume things in moderation.

The trouble is that in order to consume things in moderation, you have to actually know how much you’re consuming. And what “moderation” looks like for that particular ingredient.

Let’s take soy for example. Soy is fine in moderation. Soy beans, soy sauce, and tofu can be part of a healthy diet.

But right now, go check things in your pantry. Check your condiments, check your protein bars, check anything remotely processed. How many of those things have soy? How many did you expect to have soy?

When we have ingredients in foods that don’t belong there, we end up consuming way more of those ingredients than we need to.

Corn on the cob, steamed corn, cornbread, and corn tortillas aren’t bad for you. Having corn starch and/or corn syrup in nearly every food you eat is not necessarily a good thing.

My rule isn’t “only eat what you can pronounce.” There’s a lot of things I can pronounce that I still don’t want to eat. My rule is “what ingredients should be in this?”

Know what is in your food and what the healthy daily allowance is for those ingredients. Know what “moderation” looks like for you for different common additives. Eliminate unnecessary additives where you can so that they have less impact on you when you can’t.

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slasherhoe87 · 1 year

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🥧Slashers' Favourite Dish their S/0 Makes for Them🍲

Short and sweet. Just a little idea that popped into my head while watching Masterchef Australia

Feat. Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG / Peepaw / RZ), The Sinclairs, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Harry Warden, Thomas Hewitt

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

English Sunday Roast: pork roast with crackling, peas, yorkshire puddings, golden roast potatoes, roasted carrots, green beans and a boatload of brown gravy

Dessert? sticky toffee pudding

JASON VOORHEES

Cheesy Tuna Noodle Casserole - his mom made this dish for him all the time and he loved it

Dessert? lemon bars - another favourite of his that bring up the precious few good memories he has of his childhood

MICHAEL MYERS (OG)

Ground Beef Lasagna with extra white sauce

Dessert? pumpkin pie with a big dollop of vanilla cream

PEEPAW MYERS

Meatloaf with a side of creamy garlic mashed potatoes and roasted mix veg (its all easy on the teeth 😁😂)

Dessert? strawberry & rhubarb pie

RZ MICHAEL MYERS

Full Thanksgiving Dinner: roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn on the cob, dinner rolls, mix veg and lots of brown gravy and cranberry sauce (he remembers his mom when you make this and is flooded with good memories of her and him together)

Dessert? pecan pie

BO SINCLAIR

T-Bone Steak with a Loaded Baked Potato and Corn on the Cob as a side

Dessert? banana split

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Rump Steak with a Mixed Mushroom Sauce and a side of Sweet Potato Fries

Dessert? dark chocolate brownie with a scoop of mint ice cream

LESTER SINCLAIR

One-Pot Smoky Beans and Roadkill Meatball Stew

Dessert? ice cream sundae

BILLLY LOOMIS

Spaghetti Bolognaise with lots of Red Sauce

Dessert? chocolate lava cake - he likes watching the chocolate sauce spill out of from its middle

STU MACHER

Pepperoni Pizza

Dessert? birthday cake flavoured ice cream in a sugared cone with tons of sprinkles on top

HARRY WARDEN

Fillet Steak with a Red Wine Sauce, Garlic Parsnip Mash and Roasted Green Asparagus as a side

Dessert? black forest cake

THOMAS HEWITT

Chili Con Carne - likes it with ground beef you purchased from the butcher or with more... questionable ground "beef" - as long as you make it, he loves it

Dessert? peach cobbler

#brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #michael myers #og michael myers #peepaw michael myers #rz michael myers #stu macher #billy loomis #ghostface #harry warden #thomas hewitt #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #slasher headcanons #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher community

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goshyesvintageads · 10 months

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General Foods Corp, 1958

#Post cereal #ad #1958 #vintage #advertisement #Post-Tens #cereals assortment #Sugar Crisp #corn pops #Toasties #Sugar Crinkles #Dick Sargent #illustration #1950s #advertising

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cerealkiller740 · 1 year

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1963 Kellogg’s Cereal Variety Pack

#1963 #Kellogg’s #variety pack #cereal #breakfast #cerealkiller #vintage food #food #vintage advertising #vintage magazine #kitchen #magazine #1960s #60s #sugar pops #frosted flakes #rice krispies #corn flakes

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captain-lessship · 7 months

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Candy Corn

A/n: and so it begins. Enjoy and forgive me when I undeniably post the rest not on my schedule I have in my head <3

Even after years of running your candy shop, You were not a sweets person. There was also a theory that you were not a sweet person.

You specifically hated chocolates. Whether they were dark, milk or white, even if they had nuts or dried fruit, you simply did not like it.

But of course, the cocoa based bars followed you where ever you went because everyone else in the world seemed to like it and you liked the money, who wouldn’t?

Yet each time you recognized your dislike of candy, you couldn’t help but think about a few interesting interactions you had seven years ago.

You sighed as you heard the bell to the shop ding, “Hello, Welcome to the House of Haroldson Chocolates, what can I do for you!” You didn’t lift your eyes from the book you were reading until a pair of shoes approached the counter.

You looked up and saw a very odd looking individual. A lanky man with brown hair and greenish eyes that was dressed in odd pattern combinations was standing there, slightly smiling at you.

“Hello! I was just planning on looking around but since you asked, what is your most popular chocolate?”

You looked him up and down, “Well, I guess it would be our dark chocolate with hazelnuts and white chocolate drizzle.”

You were still trying to figure out why he was dressed like that when he spoke again, “What’s your favorite?”

Your favorite? None. But you knew that your dad, who was the owner and therefore your boss, wouldn’t be happy if you said that.

“I’m not really a chocolate person. I prefer these.” You turned around and plucked a random jar from the wall. The jar had pink and yellow striped squares and were very shiny. “These are Strawberry Shortcake Drops.”

“Can I taste one?” He asked, you thought about it before slipping on a glove on one hand and opening the jar with the other. You plucked one of the squares from the container and gave it to the man.

He popped it into his mouth, eyes turning from joyful to very deep in thought, as if he was trying to taste every single grain of sugar and drop of flavoring. He was entertaining to say the least. You couldn’t help but take one yourself and eat it, trying to see if there was something wrong.

Nope. Vanilla. Strawberry. It was right.

“Is this really your favorite? You don’t seem to like it.” He asked.

“If I am being honest, I do not like chocolate or candy.”

He looked surprised at this, “Why?” He couldn’t fathom that someone dressed as fun in a pale pink dress shirt, striped tie and white pants as you were could dislike candy. It just didn’t seem right.

You shrugged, “Just isn’t my thing. But do you like them?”

His brain was temporarily fried over the fact that someone could dislike sweets. “They’re good. Could I get a small bag of them and a bar of the dark chocolate you talked about earlier?”

You nodded as you began getting his order together. He watched you intently as you pulled a bar of chocolate from the case and filled a bag with the candies, noting the care you took with each part of the order.

As you handed it to him and took the money from him, he smiled at you, “I will find a chocolate you’ll like.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “I don’t like chocolate Mister…”

“Willy Wonka.” He said. He then stole a glance at your name tag. It was a nice name.

“Mister Willy Wonka.” You smiled.

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Something in the shadows || 2. Scars

Summary: When a girl is found by Ellie just outside of Jackson, covered in what seems to be scratches from a beast, the community realizes that the infected might not be the only monsters out there.

CWs: Dark!Joel, monster!Joel, werewolf!Joel, NOT an omegaverse fic, fated mates, DUBCON, murders, gore, dark and horror themes, overprotective!joel, explicit smut, FMC without a name and a physical description (it's you baby), unspecified age gap, no y/n.

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Every morning since that night, her eyes opened to pop-corn ceiling and to the rays of light peeking from her thin curtains. It had been a few days since she had woken up from her deep coma, but her memories still escaped her fragile grasp. She tossed the quilt and let her bare feet hit the old flooring, creaking under her weight. It was one of those cold mornings, so she hastily got socks from her drawers and rolled them on her feet. After she got here, Joel had also installed a mirror in her room, just behind her door. So when she got up, she faced it.

She didn’t like seeing her reflection – her wounds had started scarring and it was clear that they would be there forever, a reminder of something that she couldn’t even remember. The tip of her finger traced the line that crossed her forehead – from over her left eyebrow to the start of the swell of her cheek. That was the worst one. Those on her arms – she could hide, easily, especially in this season. She encouraged herself by thinking that if anything, she looked like she could fight anyone.

Her steps guided her downstairs, where Joel was waiting for her. Ellie was probably still asleep – like a normal teenager on a weekend. Her gaze lingered on Joel’s silhouette. He was working the coffee machine.

In the days she had been here, recovering, she did notice how handsome Joel was. She wasn’t blind, obviously – well, her scar reminded her that she almost lost her eye. His back was broad, the discolored t-shirt he wore was tight against his muscles, pushing the threads to their limit. The greying curls on the back of his head were messy from sleeping on his back. His pajama pants stretched around the curve of his ass. And God, she was staring, wasn’t she? She looked away and busied herself with finding cups.

“Good morning.” she said cheerfully.

“Mornin’.” Joel’s voice was still raspy from sleep.

“What’s the plan today?”

She thanked him as he poured the coffee without looking at her. He had been like this since she arrived, stealing glances but never staring when she looked his way. She prepared her coffee – they had milk here (a miracle) and sugar. Jackson was its own self-contained community, and it was amazing.

“I’ve got patrolling during the day. Tommy said he wanted ya to come, see if that’s something you’d like to do.”

There had been talks of jobs – everyone contributed here, and she was itching to go outside. “Sure! I’ll come along.”

“Good.” He concluded neutrally.

Joel had to act normally. After eavesdropping on her, he kept his distance. He felt bad, but there was this need pulling at him sometimes. It came and went. And right now, the beast was calm. But he knew being close to her all day wouldn’t help.

The snow crunched satisfyingly under the hooves of their horses. They were a small group of four – her, Tommy, Joel and another older woman, with grey hair and a wise face. Her heart pounded in her chest as she crossed the gates, and she left the safety of the community. Part of her still felt that whatever attacked her was close. She had no weapon, but her horse, a beautiful beast with a dark body and a brown mane, made her feel safer. At least, she still knew how to ride.

They showed her the ropes, how to check the traps set up on the periphery of the community, where were the spots where they could rest or hide during patrol. Everything was going well, until they got deeper into the forest. A premonition twisted her gut with anxiety.

“Joel – I think something’s wrong.” She whispered, and they made the horses stop. Everything here was too silent. Beside the sound of their horses’ hooves hitting the ground rythmically, there were no birds singing.

“Get behind me.” Ordered Joel as he helped her get off her horse, ignoring the electricity coursing through his body when he touched her.

Tommy and the other woman waited in retreat ; guns ready in their hands just in case. But nothing was alive here. Joel looked down at the snow for some clues, but there was nothing.

Until they saw it.

“Shit. Close your eyes.”

But she didn’t.

Under a fir tree, three bodies were piled, an art installation of misplaced limbs. They had been here for a few days, granted. They were frozen, or else they would be more decomposed. And the smell would be much, much worse. The fresh snow had erased any trace of blood on the ground. Joel kneeled beside the bodies, and she followed, feeling a pull, like she would finally get some answers.

There was a man, a younger girl, maybe just a bit older than Ellie, and a woman. Their bodies had suffered from the freezing weather; they were white and blue where they weren’t red. It looked like something had taken a bite out of them but hadn’t dared finish their dinner before it got distracted. There were signs of struggle, especially on the man, who’s hands were thorn open.

The man’s throat was sliced almost all the way through, but not by a weapon. No, something bigger, sharper. The woman and the girl were disfigured, beyond recognition. The beast inside Joel recognized its work. It felt a disgusting excitement, a pride.

She stared in silence, trying to recognize the victims. Their faces were so far in her mind, like an art piece she only saw once. She suddenly felt like she was boiling inside, and she turned around to vomit, her breakfast ending up in the snow as she crouched down.

“I told ya to close your eyes.” Joel snapped. Annoyed, he got up and called for his brother, before turning to her. “Leave, go back with Celine. We’ll take care of the bodies.” This wasn’t the man she saw on that first night. He was cold and stern.

“I couldn’t – fuck I couldn’t look away. I think, I think I know them.”

“Go.” Joel repeated sharply.

She got up on trembling legs and found Celine, waiting for her with her horse.

“Think this is the same thing that got her?” Tommy asked as he noticed the damage in a detached assessment. He was used to this.

“Yeah, think so.” The beast inside of him kept growling, confirming that it was its work. “S’too cold to burry ‘em, we’ll have to get rid of them in another way.”

“Let’s start a fire and burn ‘em.” Tommy suggested.

The flames licked the bodies and made them disappear quickly. Joel coughed at the unmistakable smell of flesh burning, and he tried to ignore the guiltiness in his gut. He couldn’t have done this.

When she got back into the village, she let Celine take care of the horses while she went to the small farm, where Ellie probably was working at this hour. Her face was probably still pale, like she had seen a ghost.

She found the teenager feeding the sheep and she sat just outside of their enclosure, using the sight as a calming, grounding mechanism.

“Hey! Patrol didn’t work out for you?” The teenager asked as she turned around at the noise, greeting her new roommate.

“Let’s say that, yeah. Need a hand?” she offered.

Ellie nodded. She knew not to push for answers, she learned that much traveling with Joel.

The beast demanded more more more, it wanted to own her. Pride filled him with an urge he couldn’t satisfy, no matter how hard he tried. Still, burning-hot water made his flesh red as his hand worked on his achingly hard cock. His other hand supported his body, grounding him to reality as he held the wall. Joel felt like he was losing it, the primal needs of the beast taking over.

Thank God she wasn’t home when he got here; he would’ve destroyed her and everything in their way.

His hand stroking his cock filled the room with satisfying wet noises, that got louder as he went faster. The veins in his arms and neck were popping out under the effort control demanded. Finally, he erupted, and his thick, white seed disappeared in the bath drain. He let out a dragged-out curse as he breathed heavily. Before she came around, he didn’t need to masturbate every fucking day.

She wanted to do something for him, something to say sorry for looking at the corpses and being a liability. When she got home with Ellie, Joel was nowhere to be found – he was probably out to get some firewood, as the pile near the fireplace had dropped significantly in numbers.

“I’ll cook. You can go relax in the living room; you worked hard enough today.” She told Ellie.

She rummaged through the kitchen, where she found a fresh chicken and some vegetables. She roasted the chicken in the oven while she cut the vegetables. She heard the door open, and her fingers slipped under the knife, cutting her index finger.

“Fuck. Ouch.” She put her finger under cold running water. Joel appeared out of nowhere and stood beside her, dark eyes looking down at the cut.

“You’re hurt.” He took her hand and brought it up to his face to analyze the damage. She felt violent goosebumps under his touch, and a vague fear screaming in her head. She watched as Joel sucked her finger into his mouth, collecting the blood between his plump lips. Maybe she imagined it, but she saw a wild glimpse of want in his eyes, like he was enjoying the best meal. “I’m okay.”

“I’ll get you a bandage.” He cleared his throat.

“I got it. Watch the chicken.”

Cheeks heating up, she ran to the bathroom upstairs. She found a first aid kit in the pharmacy and put a band-aid on the cut that didn’t bleed so profusely now. Her heart was pounding violently in her chest, like she rubbed a bit too close to death. She took a few deep breaths and splashed cold water on her face. Joel wouldn’t hurt her, she rationalized.

Once she had calmed down, she went back downstairs and decided to stay in the living room and give Joel some space. Ellie was sprawled out on the brown leather couch, a sketchbook resting on her knees, the tip of her pencil in her mouth.

“Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Ellie asked as she looked up at her.

“I’m okay.” She lied, impressed with how easily she could come up with a fake smile. “What are you drawing?” She asked to change the subject.

“Supposed to be a sheep, but I’m better at drawing people, I think.”

She looked over Ellie’s shoulder. “Looks like a sheep to me. Keep practicing.”

A memory flashed through her mind, so fast she almost missed it. A little girl on a bike in an empty street. “Keep practicing.” Her own voice.

She shook the memory away.

“It’s ready.” Joel announced as he entered the room, his shoulder resting against the doorframe. He made it look small with how stupidly broad he was. “I’ll let you girls eat. I think I’ll go out for some more wood. M’not really hungry.” He excused himself.

One side of her was disappointed, but maybe it was better this way, because her instinct was yelling at her to run. The way he looked at her wasn’t normal.

“We’ll keep the rest for you old man. Don’t hurt yourself!” Ellie said as she got up from the couch.

“Won’t.” He responded simply as he grabbed his coat and boots, before disappearing in the cold.

Winter days were short, and it was already dark when he went back outside. But the beast inside liked the anonymity of it, and it had to get out. He went out of the gates with his axe in hand, no one batting an eye when they saw him. Joel was the lonely man no one really paid attention to. Well, he thought that much.

He went back to the initial spot where he had been earlier and started slashing. The axe blade bit into the wood, creating a bigger gap as he hit again and again. He let out a pained grown, his old shoulders screaming at him to stop. But it had to get out. Or else…

He cut the tree into little pieces and tied them together, leaving the pile here for him to find on his way back. When he got tired, he abandoned his axe and walked aimlessly. The dark cover of the trees made the beast feel safe. It wanted to come out.

It clawed at his insides, until he stopped resisting. It was like a dream, like falling asleep in the middle of the forest. Fingers became paws with long claws, Joel’s face elongated into a snoot, his mouth widened with teeth that were almost too big. He was hairy all over, dark, and greying fur on his body. His clothes wanted to come apart, so he left them in a pile hidden under a tree. He howled at the moon and ran at the speed of light to find something to kill. So, it wouldn’t hurt her.

She couldn’t sleep. Joel was gone and he didn’t come back, maybe it was her fault somehow. She tossed and turned in her comfortable bed until she climbed down the stairs, on her tiptoes. She got a fire started and sat directly on the rug; her legs crossed. She watched as the flames consumed the dried wood, trying to ignore how her mind wanted to see the corpses in the shapes they formed.

She jumped a little when the door opened and covered her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples peeking through the light t-shirt she wore. Her pink pajama pants didn’t hide much either.

Joel grunted as he dumped the wood in the entryway. He didn’t know why he was gone so long, why he blacked out. He hung up his light brown leather coat, put his gloves to dry and kicked his boots off. He was left in a checkered dark green flannel and his trusty jeans. He curiously looked at the fire and sighed when he saw that she was still up.

“Can’t sleep?”

His raspy, tired voice made her jump a little as she looked up at him. He approached slowly, as if not to scare her away.

“No.”

“Hm. Can I get you something to help?”

She nodded slowly. When he came back, she had climbed on the couch and was covering herself with a blanket. He laid two glasses in front of her on the coffee table.

“It’s whiskey.” He explained. He crouched down to check on the fire, she watched the way his jeans stretched over the curve of his ass. Under the fire light, she could see the sheen of sweat on his tanned skin.

She took a short, tentative sip and grimaced. It was very strong. Joel plopped down beside her and took his glass, drinking without wincing. He looked lost, his gaze looking anywhere but at her.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked, her voice small.

Joel put his glass down and pinched the space between his eyebrows as he thought, still a bit dizzy. “For what?”

“For disobeying.”

Oh.

Her words made his cock twitch between his large thighs.

“I’m sorry for looking. You were right, I shouldn’t have.” She added. “Now it’s haunting me.”

“M’not mad.” He simply said, looking at the side of her face. The flames made her look even more attractive, somehow. He wanted her sprawled out on the rug while he rutted into her until she screamed his name. He cleared his throat and adjusted his pants as subtly as he could. “Let’s say… we’ll find you another job for now.”

She took another sip and looked at him while he moved. Was he…the curved shape of it was very distinct. Yes, he was. She looked away before she got caught, ignoring the tang of desire throbbing between her legs. Somehow, he scared her as much as he aroused her.

“I think that’s a good idea.”

He drank more, almost downing the whole thing.

“You know… I think I know them. But I can’t quite put my finger on it and it’s pissing me off.” She whispered as she kept her eyes on the fire dancing.

“Maybe it’s better that way.”

He got up and finished the glass. “M’gonna take a shower, don’t go to sleep too late.”

She nodded. “Good night, Joel.”

She heard his steps fade, and she finished her drink. She wasn’t drunk, but she felt a pleasant warmth. Her mind wandered to the shape of his cock. She wanted him. Deeply.

She looked around to make sure she was alone, and she let her fingers wander past the waistband of her pajama pants. She had to be quick, efficient. She didn’t waste any time, her fingers finding her sensitive clit, that she circled quickly. She didn’t want to make it last, she just wanted to get rid of the liability that was her arousal, so she wouldn’t do something stupid, like fucking an old man she didn’t know. But thoughts of Joel’s hand replacing hers only accelerated her peak, and she came silently in her panties. She wiped her hand off her clothes and got up on wobbly legs to climb up the stairs.

When she got to the top, she found herself face to face with Joel only wearing a towel loosely around his waist. Heat rushed to her face as she stopped, like a deer in front of the lights of a car. His hair was wet and brushed back. His face was red, maybe it was embarrassment, the alcohol, or the heat of his shower. His chest, while showing signs of age, was strong, with a softer stomach. He was extremely sexy. She could smell his soap and shampoo from here, and it was enough for her to make her want to burry her face in his neck and take a good snif.

“Good night, Joel.” She repeated as she almost ran to her bedroom and closed the door behind herself.

She thought she heard him chuckle just before she closed the door, but maybe she imagined it.

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