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themotherofhorses · 1 year

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Handmaid!reader and Aemond having a picnic with Vhagar in the background and playing with their children.

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

notes: dad!aemond makes my ovaries hurt so fucking much.

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The morning of their planned family picnic dawned bright and sunny, with only a few puffy white clouds scattered across the sky. Such a perfect summer day, and his twin boys were beyond excited, nothing more than a pair of pups bouncing and wagging and yapping at their sire’s feet. Large, twinkling violet eyes and small pouts they gave him, and he could not say no to them.

So Aemond called for a royal cook to pack them a lunch before telling his sweet girl to dress comfortable, in one of the pretty and thin dresses he had tailored for outside events.

At midday, they settle outside King’s Landing, along the Blackwater Rush, tucked within a flowered grove with cool green grass and shade. The currents are wicked and treacherous, they warn their children. Do not venture too close, lest you be drowned in the waters.

But the boys are too taken with Vhagar, who slumbers behind them, to care the slightest about the river.

His handmaid sits beside him, upon the thick fleeced blanket, nursing their new daughter at her breast. Her back is to their sons, but Aemond has a feeling she’s aware of their every move around his dragon. Mother’s instincts. But gods, she’s so pretty in the sunlight, he thinks, with her arms filled with his own, and he’s stricken with lovesickness once again.

“Sweet, isn’t it?” Aemond asks.

She lifts her head to look at him. “Hm?” Her voice is soft, airy and calm. “What is sweet?”

He gestures around them, to their woven picnic basket and the great rushing river, and their children and the beauties of the land. Scattered about the blanket is half a suckling pig and buttered turnips and a piping nutty bread loaf, as well as a pigeon pie, at the request of their twins. “Everything in this very moment.” He lifts his chalice to his lips, taking a quick sip of his mead.

“It is peaceful, quiet, and just our family- the way it should be. We ought to do this more. There is no need to worry about bloodshed and wagging tongues and wandering eyes. It’s just us.”

We’re husband and wife, he wants to add, but instead remains silent.

The elm, the alder, and the black cottonwood see us as nothing more, and nothing less.

She smiles. “Yes, my prince,” she agrees, before glancing back down, to stroke their daughter’s browbone with her thumb, and coo at the little noises. Alysanne, they named her, after her own grandmother and the Good Queen Alysanne. She had been born during the early springtime, while a thunderstorm raged outside, and her father wept tears of joy inside. She has her mother’s features, to his delight.

“Ah, well, it seems you were quite hungry, my little one,” she tells the babe, giggling.

“She’s a dragon, my love. Perhaps she wishes to grow as big and strong as Vhagar.”

“Maybe.”

Aemond snags two pieces of the bread and hands her one, before plopping the other in his mouth. It’s still warm on his tongue, and he can taste the sweet walnuts and hazelnuts, and the pumpkin and oat seeds.

It’s then that one of their boys- the youngest of the two, Aenar, creeps behind his father, before flinging his arms around his neck. “Hello, father,” he whispers, nuzzling his plump face against Aemond’s cheek. Aemion slides next to his mother, kissing her on the cheek. Both boys are red-cheeked and bubbling with breathless laughter, clutching their tiny wooden stick swords in their hands.

Their mother clicks her tongue. “Are you thirsty?” she asks, reaching for the water jug. “And look at you! All sweaty and soiled, what shall we ever do with the both of you?” Aemond takes the little Alysanne from her arms as she tends to the boys, washing the sweat and dirt from them with a cool, damp cloth. But she’s laughing too, and it soon makes him laugh as well.

Aemond leans in, sniffing Aenar. “You smell more dragon than human now. Should your mother and I be worried you’ll sprout wings tonight?”

“Vhagar allowed for us to climb her legs!” Aenar exclaims, wiping his fingers on his tunic, then chewing on a piece of meat he stole from his father’s plate. Aemion nods from where he’s seated in his mother’s lap, nestled against her chest.

“We felt like you, father! Big and strong and ready to claim a dragon of our own!”

Aemond smiles, and his handmaid giggles, and he reaches out to hold her hand in his. As their sons keep recounting their previous enjoyment with Vhagar, their fingers twine together as husband and wife.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 6 months

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Might I request Jason fluff? Maybe in the new ec verse? It’s getting chilly where I live and Jason just omits perfect fall boyfriend vibes

"Babe what are you-"

"Shhh," you tell him, "Our neighbors are trying to determine their next alpha."

"Ooo," Jason said, wrapping his arms around you. "Middy finally got tired of taking the shit huh?"

"Nah. He's not here."

"Then what the hell-"

"His mom had to pick him up early."

"Tough luck," he tutted, watching the melodrama unfold in the leaf-covered courtyard. It was cold. The air was crisp. And these idiots were seemingly oblivious. He leaned around you, helping himself to your container of pumpkin seeds- brown sugar and bourbon. Alfred had been thrilled. Happy to have someone else around who knew their way around the kitchen- Jason was willing to bet he was already deciding what to delegate to you for Thanksgiving. "What's the challenge?"

"A veritable culinary nightmare," you snort. "Trying spicy taco sauce- if no one taps out they're going to eat sour candy. And if no one taps out they're gonna do arm wrestling."

"Chaddles isn't very secure is he?"

"Nope," you snort. "If they really wanted to see who was competent they should do something hard. Like putting on deodorant. Or operating a washing machine."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see you weren't the only ones watching. Fascinated by the antics of the "wolf pack" that listened to shitty EDM and monopolized common spaces with their stupid challenges 'training'.

"Are we still going apple picking tomorrow?" you pout, moving the container over to him and looking up at him.

"Are you gonna make me apple pie?" he teased, kissing you hello.

"I was thinking I'd make a pie and maybe some apple sauce."

"Then yes," he said, "Even though you only want me to take you so you can stare at my ass-"

"I mean that and also the abs when your shirt rides up."

"Sweet talker," he chuckled.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #ask answered #minors dni #EC!reader #reader insert

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peanutty · 7 months

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the postcard legacy challenge: generation 1 (the farmer)

willa ballantine -animal enthusiast, goofball, clumsy

it's officially fall here in henford. the leaves have changed and are starting to fall. andy and willa have new outfits to accommodate the chilly weather and thanks to the horsey pack, they look pretty darn cute. willa's got all her pumpkins planted as well as the rest of her fall seeds. a new season means new hobbies for andy. i found them both autonmously cross stitching outside, so cute 🥹 these two are excited to enter a new season together... who knows what will happen this fall...? 🤔👀

#ballantine 1 #postcard legacy #postcard legacy challenge #the farmer #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 screenshots #willa ballantine #andy anderson

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Proxies with a fem reader going to a pumpkin patch so she can pick out her pumpkin? :>

Proxies and Fem!Reader going to a pumpkin patch!

obligatory toby is platonic but tbh i dont think romance ties too much into these specific hcs also i havent been to a pumpkin patch in years so im really scraping my brain trying to remeber what people do asides pick pumpkins...and google... a lot of google... i admit i had to fight myself not to make this a group thing where it's all together but im 80% sure you wanted these separate no unique gifs for each character, too eepy (its 6am rn and i couldnt sleep for the life of me SOBS)

Masky:

I feel like out of the three he's probably going to give the most resistance, he just doesn't like being around where loads of people may be; too much noise you know? But with enough coaxing and reassurance I do believe you can convince him to tag along

Most straight forward about it, wants it to be in and out, so he kinda beelines and tries to find a pair of pumpkins that'll do

"Babe... those ones are too small to carve..." "They're. Average."

Sorry I had to make that joke

Anyways

Out of all the activities there you might get him to sit down for a hayride if it's not too too packed!

Overall it's an okay experience, but really this guy would prefer the pumpkin carving at home after the fact; out on a porch sitting next to one another, alone in comfortable silence! He saves the seeds to make into snacks later

Hoodie:

A little more willing to go out! I feel like he's the easiest in terms of talking into stuff! As long as it's not anything dangerous he's more than willing to spend time with you.... all the better to keep his eye on you.. both in a cute aww he wants to protect you way and a creepy way but hey that's creepypasta for you

If they're offering shitty quickly constructed rides count him in, he's going to be the one dragging you!

While I'm not sure what rides would be there I'm sure there'd be but you're gonna be there for way longer than originally planned

Saving this for another day but Ferris Wheel trope where it gets stuck, one of y'all totally shouldn't send in a character for me to do that for wink wink nudge nudge

Probably the most emotive you see Hoodie, ever, it's actually a little jarring at first but it's cute in it's own way that he's getting all hyped up over some rides

overall? y'all forget to actually. pick pumpkins so you guys have to almost immediately return to go browse at the pumpkins that remain. Does the thing where you knock on produce to make sure it sounds right. Does he know what he's going or what he's looking for? No clue but hey there's that mental image, Hoodie kneeling down on the ground, head pressed against a pumpkin and tapping it

Ticci Toby:

Pretends to not wanna go but really he's totally fucking stoked that you wanna go somewhere with him, him? like him him? Toby? Well if you insist-

That bit sounded mean but I believe Toby feels.... I don't know how to put it but like I think it's because he used to be bullied and left out that he still gets a little surprised when you willingly invite him to hang out; not that he's complaining though

Haunted corn maze. This fucker beelines for the corn maze. You have lost your silly friend with an affinity for collecting empty snail shells (hc)

Good luck trying to find him, if it's one of those mazes with scare actors he's not going to flinch or scream so there goes your audio cue

Eventually you do find him though! So it's not totally disastrous! It just takes you upwards of fifteen minutes because you yourself got lost before looping back to the entrance, only to find this little shit sitting right by the entrance

Seriously how the fuck did he do that?

No clue

You know how sometimes pumpkins are bumpy or a lil... off looking? Leave it to this fucker to make several jokes about how they look, primarily ragging on the bumpier ones

"Hey look, it looks like you" "shut the fuck up"/j

Generally a very good time as long as you ignore the small heart attack you got when Toby disappeared! Good luck cleaning the mess after carving up your pumpkins

He probably tries to see what the guts taste like

idk what raw pumpkin guts taste like

not sure if its any good because ive only tried pre canned pumpkin puree and used it for baking so idk if it tastes good straight from the source

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #masky headcanons #masky x reader #hoodie imagines #hoodie x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you

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rottenpumpkin13 · 6 months

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It's halloween! The boys carve pumpkins

The SOLDIERs Are Making Jack-o'-lanterns - Who's Doing What

• Sephiroth carves out the classic jack-o'-lantern face perfectly. It looks so perfect, Zack comments how it could easily pass as a stock image.

• This catches Genesis' attention and he's now trying his best to out-do Sephiroth.

• Zack has abandoned his carving tools and is eating the pumpkin guts.

• Cloud is carving out a pretty cute chocobo face!

• Genesis chose the hardest pumpkin just because it was the "prettiest" so now he can't cut a straight line. He's swearing obscenities while Sephiroth laughs at his misfortune.

• Angeal is walking around collecting the pumpkin scraps and saving them. It will be cold day in hell before Angeal Hewley let's food go to waste.

• Zack is choking on a pumpkin seed. Cloud rushes to perform the heimlich maneuver.

• Genesis had enough of the mocking and sets Sephiroth's pumpkin ablaze.

• Angeal is ignoring Zack's choking and Cloud's "STOP CHEWING YOU'RE DYING" in favor of collecting what's left of the pumpkin guts. He's thinking about pumpkin broth.

• Genesis was pointing and laughing at Sephiroth's charred jack-o'-lantern. He's now screaming because Sephiroth managed to punch a hole into the impossibly hard pumpkin and tear out the guts.

• Cloud is panicking and trying to punch the pumpkin seed out of Zack's throat. Zack (turning blue) is trying to reach for the open pack of candy on the table.

• Sephiroth is actively shoving Genesis' head in the pumpkin. Genesis is screaming.

• Zack finally spit the pumpkin seed out and it hit Sephiroth straight in the eye. He covers his face and stumbles back, letting Genesis go.

• Zack coughs a little but quickly resumes eating the pumpkin guts.

Cloud: WHAT THE HELL EVEN ARE YOU?

• Angeal is ignoring all of this and neatly packing his pumpkin scraps in Tupperware containers.

• Genesis is running around screaming with his head in the pumpkin.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #final fantasy vii #angeal hewley #ff7r #zack fair #cloud strife #ff7 crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #who's doing what #soldier halloween

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flwrbo · 6 months

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going to a pumpkin patch with nanami on one of his off days. you guys look like the cutest couple ever in your adorable styled layered outfits. there are so many great options, you nearly pack a wagon filled of them before nanami gently moves your attention away. “what are we gonna do with 10 pumpkins, baby?” well, fine.

so you grab a huge one, three small ones that megumi, yuuji, and nobara can carve, and one with an adorable twist stem that hangs off of it. nanami picks one out himself, and you nearly giggle when you see how perfect and pristine it looks. similar to its owner, it looked like it came right out of a catalogue.

“i think i’ll roast some pumpkin seeds from this one.”

“that sounds great, my love,”

he can’t help but smile at the sight of you all giddy, running over to every other pumpkin and exclaiming “look at this one, it’s sooo cute!!” . he’d buy you the entire farm if it meant he could see your adorable face light up like this everyday.

but his heart really swells when you two walk up to a little landing. he nearly bumps into your back when you abruptly stop, your attention suddenly caught by a family nearby. giggles ring through the air as the little girl runs past her parents to a huge pumpkin in the clearing. she uses all the strength in her little legs to lift the fruit, to no avail. a little “umph!” is able to be heard when she falls back on her butt, followed by more sweet giggles.

it brings a small reserved smile to his face, but seeing your pouty lips, pretty doe eyes filled with mist, cooing softly at the scene in front of you was nearly enough to make a wide grin spread on his face.

you quick a glance at your fiancé, checking to see if he just noticed the adorable scene in front of you.

his heart throbs at the sight of you, and he can’t help but lean down to press a kiss to your lips, storing that small piece of information for later. <3

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #<3.nanami #jjk x reader #i love him ur honor.#he would def be the type to roast pumpkin seeds btw

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simp-ly-writes · 6 months

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Meet the Doctor pt.6

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: You and Harvey seem to keep bumping into one another, maybe fate has a plan for the two of you, or maybe you just need some good ol' medical services for your clumsy self.

Warnings: N/A.

A/N: here's a treat you you guys, posted earlier than scheduled from all the wonderful messages I have been receiving!

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

Waking up suddenly to your rooster calling out the sun, you end up rolling off your couch and slamming your head against the coffee table. Make that three headaches this morning, you said to yourself. With number one being your new forming bruise, two- your hangover, and three- you still had no flipping pumpkin seeds. Groaning you made your way over to the bathroom in a zombie like manner to freshen yourself up for the day.

One quick run over to the general store, and a heated discussion with the owner over yesterday's heartbreak; your backpack was stockpiled with the formidable pumpkin seeds alongside some other seeds for the later half of the month.

Making your way out the door and back home, you stop and contemplate going to Elliot's beach house in order to return your jacket from last night. Being lost in your internal monologue, you don’t realise a certain doctor coming out the door of a clinic and onto the cobblestone street.

Bumping into one another, Harvey holds your frame steady against his until you gain your bearing once more. Looking up at him over your large straw hat, you thank him greatly, getting slightly lost in his chocolate covered eyes as the wind lightly sweeps through his hair, flower petals falling off the trees and getting carried through the wind paint a picturesque background as you both stare at one another.

You begin to start a sentence as does he. Being the gentleman you’ve known him to be so far, he insist you to go first and you ask him how he’s been, soon one question turns into a few sentences, and a few sentences into a full conversation while following him into a nearby park where you both sit upon a bench underneath the flowering tree and talk through the morning.

A leaf petal soon falls into your hair as Harvey moves his hand to brush it out of your way, wincing at the contact, Harvey pauses automatically and looks more closely- noticing your bruise from this morning's incident. Eyes going wide, you see his hand begin to move your hair away as he takes in the full yet overall minimal damage to your complexion.

Going into full doctor mode, Harvey walks you back to the clinic and into an all too familiar room with medical posters lining the walls and a plant facing you as you take a seat upon the table. He quickly cleans the area with eased precision and gives you a small pack of ice to nurse your head with. He comforts you with kind words throughout the session as you find out more about the Doctor.

Making your way out of the appointment room, you pass Maru in the hallway, giving her a smile and waving hello, you carry your way through the hall and out the front door. Not noticing as her eyes follow you out and trail towards the slightly opened door down the fall where Harvey begins to clean up the supplies.

By the time you come back home, it is reaching late afternoon once more, yet this time a smile rolls easily across your face, back untense as you think fondly of your time underneath the tree on that park bench. Hours later you finish up the work on the farm and begin to tinker on a sprinkler design that you have been working on with Demetruis and Robin.

The next morning rolls around and it's reaching the end of the week. This morning you brew two cups of coffee and back a few extra muffins in a carrying container as you head out the door, feeding your house and letting out the chickens in the meanwhile. Thankfully it had rained late last night so your crops were freshly watered for the day.

Making your way into town and down the street, you made your way into the clinic- its blinds still closed to the public. There you saw Harvey and Maru chatting at the front desk, a few papers spread across the surface as they both rubbed their apparent under eyes. You held up your morning offerings with pride and in that moment you swore that the Doctor looked like he would kiss you, and a large part of you hoped that to be true.

But it would be against your better judgement, you had just met the man this week and here you were already imagining kissing your Doctor. Hell, you still had to return Elliots jacket! Yet you enjoyed this moment and sipped coffee with the two of them, not noticing the certain glint in Maru’s eyes as you interacted with her superior and from that moment on, you decided to come in every morning that you could, coffee and baked goods in hand as tensions at the clinic slightly grew every day.

To be continued.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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jack-o-lantern smile - eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie invites you over for some halloween fun.

warnings: in a shocking twist, EXPOSITION, canon-deviation (eddie survives), vague mentions of the ST season 4 plot, mentions of small injuries/blood, fEeLiNgS, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit folks), I love eddie munson

a/n: OKAY full disclosure I thought this one was gonna go in a COMPLETELY different direction (mostly without as many feelings) but here we are. enjoy!

🍂kay’s autumn adventures🍂

It had started so innocent.

Really, it had. Right from the moment he asked you to come over on Saturday, that he wanted to do something he hadn’t done since he was a kid. You were ready to agree the moment he started asking, but you let Eddie explain himself.

“I dunno,” he smiled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I thought it might be fun. We could go to the pumpkin patch across town, find some really good-looking ones. I got a few ideas I wanna try and carve, and I thought maybe we could roast the seeds, too. My mom used to do ’em with salt and—” He stopped himself, blushing a brighter red than you’d ever seen rise in his face before. “I’m rambling.”

“You are,” you agreed, but reached out and curled a hand around his forearm, pulling him down slightly. You leaned up on your toes to peck his cheek, revelling in the tiny noise he made, those gorgeous brown eyes full of stars as he watched you lean back. “But it’s cute, Eds. You’re cute.”

He sank his teeth into his bottom lip, his other hand moving to cover yours on his arm. “Is that a yes?”

“Pick me up Saturday,” you replied, winking at him. “Noon, sharp. Don’t be late.” The last command was delivered with a joking finger in his face, and Eddie pretended to bite at it, teeth snapping.

“Yes ma’am,” he crooned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You felt his eyes on you as you walked away, the bell above the door of the record store announcing your departure. As you slid back into your car, you chanced a glance back through the front window. He was still standing at the register, hands curled into fists and tongue stuck between his teeth. He punched the air in celebration, and you giggled, starting your engine and pulling out of the lot.

He wasn’t late. Noon on the dot and there was a knock at your door, yanked open to reveal a giddy-looking Eddie Munson leaned against the frame. He looked shockingly out of character, his hair tied back in a loose bun at the nape of his neck, dark jeans tucked into combat boots, and a giant white sweatshirt that was littered with patches, not unlike the denim vest you so rarely saw him without.

He gave you a toothy grin when you stepped through the door and into the hallway of the apartment, yanking the door behind you before your roommate could catch up and try to interrogate you. You bit into your bottom lip as he pulled you under his arm, slinging it around your neck, hand curled around your flannel-covered shoulder.

“You look good,” he mumbled, leading you down the hall.

Grinning up at him, you leaned up on your toes and pecked his cheek, same as you had in the record store. “So do you.”

The day was perfect. Metallic blaring from his van’s speakers, the two of you shouting lyrics as you drove towards the only pumpkin patch in Hawkins. It was bustling with people, and you felt strangely proud as Eddie lead you towards the barn, paid for your pumpkins with a few crumpled bills, carried them back to the van once you’d picked the perfect ones. It was nice being around him — just him — for a change.

Your friendship had been an easy one, blossoming way back in freshman year when Jason Carver had cornered Eddie in the middle of the cafeteria and poured a carton of milk on his head, snarling at him and calling him freak! You’d decked the stupid blonde right then and there, dumping your fruit punch all over his pristine white polo shirt.

You split your knuckles punching Jason, and Eddie took you to the nurse, holding an ice pack to your broken skin while you waited. Once your hand was dealt with, you snuck him into the girls’ bathroom and locked the door, and helped him wash the milk from his hair. It was a bit shorter back then, not the long mop you’ve grown used to, and it took ages, but you didn’t mind.

High school was a little easier once you had a spot at Eddie’s table. Dungeons and Dragons wasn’t really your thing, but you guest-starred at Eddie’s behest every once in a while. You graduated and reluctantly left Eddie and Hawkins behind, but it didn’t last long, and before you knew it, you were back, a college dropout working two jobs at the mall, living in a tiny apartment with an old friend.

And Eddie, now working at the record store that just happened to be on your way home. He was different now, after everything that had happened in your absence. He was stingy with the details, and you’d collected more than enough information to puzzle it all together, but you knew one thing for sure: Eddie Munson was a hero.

You’ve only seen the scars twice now. Once when he reached up high to get you a glass in the trailer he still shared with his uncle, and the other when he’d spent the night at your place after a few too many drinks and took a shower in the morning. He’d stripped his t-shirt off as he went, and you saw the pinked skin along his side, the claw and teeth marks under his ribs. With the cooler weather encroaching, he’s swapped his band tees for flannels and sweatshirts, and you don’t think you’ll catch another glimpse anytime soon.

Things are different now than they were in school, you know that much. Eddie’s different; you’re different. There’s a…humming that wasn’t there before, something magnetic that pulls you towards him. Once you came back to Hawkins, you felt it almost immediately, and something told you that Eddie felt it too, with the way you caught him staring when he thought you weren’t looking, the more-than-friends affection he doled out in the form of forehead kisses and linked pinkies. And when he showered at your place, maybe you let your eyes linger before he closed the door, and maybe, just maybe, you heard him moaning your name under the spray.

The tape was switched from Metallica to Queen on the way home, Eddie tapping along on the steering wheel, you with the funky white pumpkin you’d picked out in your lap. “What are you gonna carve on yours?” you asked, leaning your head back against the headrest and looking at him. It was later in the day, the sun starting to set, and Eddie was backlit by it, the sunlight pouring through the window. He looked…magical. Handsome. Well, more handsome than usual.

“Eddie,” he laughed, a cheesy grin on his face, tongue stuck between his teeth, “like Iron Maiden’s Eddie. I’ve been doodling on my breaks at the record store; I think I could pull it off.”

“I’m sure you can,” you replied, and after a moment, let your hand loll over the armrest, hanging in the empty space between your seat and his. “I bet it’ll look awesome, babe.”

You heard his sharp inhale, saw the way his hand flexed on the steering wheel before it dropped towards yours. Another moment passed, and his fingers wove through yours, squeezing lightly.

The trailer was dark when you arrived, Wayne still carrying on his night shift tradition, and you giggled when you saw the little ghost hanging in the window. “Cute.”

“Just tryna get into the holiday spirit,” Eddie replied, sliding open the door to retrieve his larger pumpkin from the back. “You okay carrying yours in?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

Once inside, you set to work immediately. Eddie wasted no time covering the kitchen counter with plastic bags, fishing all manner of knives and sharp utensils from the drawers, producing a pair of sharpies for you to sketch out your designs. You made a face when he started to scoop out the pumpkin guts, something about the combined texture and smell getting to you, and he chuckled. “Gimme yours,” he said, gesturing towards your pumpkin once his own was empty. “I’ll do it.”

He leaned over to take it from you, tongue poking endearingly between his teeth, and you saw an opening.

So you took it.

You clearly startled him, with the way his entire body flinched, knife clattering onto the counter, but his mouth reacted faster, moulding against yours as you kissed him. It was light and sweet and innocent, the soft press of lips, the gentle way your fingers brushed under his chin, feeling the faintest prick of five o’clock shadow along his jaw. You leaned back after a moment, heels sinking back into the carpet, but Eddie didn’t move, frozen in place, his lips pursed like he was still kissing you.

“What was that for?” he asked, eyes fluttering back open.

“Dunno,” you mumbled, staring down at the countertop, fiddling with your fingers. Your cheeks were on fire. “Just…wanted to, I guess.” You swallowed hard, tried to find the courage to look back up at him. When you did, butterflies exploded in your gut at the expression on his face, the giant grin and shiny eyes. “Is that okay?”

Eddie reached across, hooking his pinky (the only part of his hand not covered in pumpkin) in the front of your flannel and dragging you close. The second kiss was slightly less innocent than the first, the added touches of teeth and tongue setting your blood on fire. You had half a mind to sweep everything off the counter and climb towards him, but then he pulled back, inhaling deeply, his other hand curled in a fist banging against the countertop.

“More than okay.”

You made your way around to his side of the counter, your hip bumping his as you reached for the sharpie. Most of the pumpkin innards had been cleaned away, the bowl on the far side of the counter, far enough away that the weird scent wasn’t invading your nose anymore. Instead, it was replaced with something familiar, strong and deep, pine and vanilla and something that made your insides twist. Eddie.

You felt like you were tiptoeing through a minefield. Both of you quiet, standing there in the kitchen, drawing faces on pumpkins. You had opted for a simpler, classic jack-o-lantern smile while Eddie was intent on carving Eddie into his pumpkin. The knife in your hand made quick work of the mouth, and you’d moved onto the eyes when you saw Eddie turn his head out of the corner of his eye, felt the glance of his lips across your hair.

The thick smell of the sharpie made your brain buzz, and you leaned closer to him, pressing your chin into his bicep, feeling the muscle flex and move as he sketched. You were distracted, eyes catching on the precise movements of his hand, the way the fingers not holding the pen spanned nearly the entire curve of the pumpkin. Your mind wandered, staring at his hands, thinking about how big they were, how perfectly thick his fingers were, how they might feel on your—

“Shit!” you yelped, pain erupting from your hand. You blinked blearily, stumbling back, and your heart leapt into your throat when you saw spatters of red on your pumpkin, your knife clattering to the floor, and blood running down your knuckles and palm. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”

You let out a little whimper as Eddie dropped his sharpie, kneeling to pick up the fallen knife before sidestepping to the sink and taking you with him. He turned on the faucet, the water splashing as he grabbed your hand and stuck it under the flow. You squeaked and he put his other hand on your back.

“You’re okay,” he promised, rubbing a slow circle as the water was tainted red. He pulled a paper towel off the roll and wrapped your damp hand in it. “Just a scratch. C’mon, let’s get you fixed up.”

You nearly stumbled over your own feet following him down the hall to the bathroom. He sat you down on the closed toilet, fishing a first aid kit out of the cupboard before kneeling between your thighs and taking your injured hand in his. He made quick work of it, dabbing at the slice with an alcohol wipe and making you hiss. He rubbed your knee sympathetically. “Sorry.”

You shook your head, reaching out with your free hand, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. “Don’t be.”

A blush rose in his cheeks and he gave you a little half-skirt. “This isn’t how I imagined things going.”

“What,” you replied, chuckling, “our first kiss and a knife wound? Quite the combo.”

“The kiss was good,” he said, eyes dropping to you hand still wrapped in his. “I was gonna kiss you first but…” He leaned up slightly, lips just grazing over yours. It sent a chill down your spine. “This is good.”

“Good,” you mumbled into his mouth, leaning forward, chasing him. “That’s good.”

“Very good,” he laughed, giving you a light kiss, catching your bottom lip between his. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, y’know.”

“Oh?” you breathed. You felt lightheaded, drunk off his gentle kisses and soft touch, the pain in your hand nearly negligible. “Do tell.”

“It’s silly,” he muttered, shaking his head, eyes turning back to your injury. He fished gauze out of the kit, started to wrap your hand in it. “Just keep thinkin’ about high school, about how I should have asked you out years ago. Before you left, before I…” He trailed off, gaze going far away, and you put your hand under his chin, pulling his eyes back up to yours.

“It doesn’t matter what happened, Eds,” you said, your thumb swiping over his jaw. “It doesn’t.”

He smirked. “You’re the only one who calls me that, y’know.” You just shrugged, and Eddie laughed, tying off the gauze and inspecting his work. “Looks good, I don’t see anymore blood.” He turned your hand over, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” you repeated, your voice nearly cracking as he reached for your other hand, pulling your fingers up to his mouth.

“What about this one?” he asked, kissing along your knuckles. Something about it sent a shock of heat straight to your core, your thighs tensing. “This okay?” His other hand dropped to your thigh, palm skimming along your jeans.

“Uh-huh,” you spilled out, and the coil in you snapped.

It had started innocent.

It snaps. And whatever snaps in you, seems to snap in Eddie at the same time. He leans up high on his knees, hands moving to your hips as you bury yours in his hair. The third kiss is far from innocent, double what the second had been. He bites into your lip hard, enough that you whimper into his mouth. His tongue tastes like the cigarette you’d shared on the drive to the pumpkin patch, the mint gum you’d offered afterward, and something sweet that makes your senses go wild.

Eddie pulls you to your feet, keeping your arms around his neck as he reaches down, scoops his hands over the curve of your ass and down, grabbing your thighs tight enough you can feel the indents of the rings on his fingers. “I got you,” he murmurs into your mouth, and lifts you swiftly, making you squeak. Your legs lock around his narrow hips instantly, ankles hooked at the small of his back.

He carries you easily, careful not to knock you against the doorway in the quick shuffle from the bathroom to his bedroom. You’ve seen it before, there’s nothing new to see, his acoustic guitar laying on his bed, along with a few Dungeons and Dragons books. This Machine Slays Dragons. You smile.

“Shit, wait,” Eddie mumbles, setting you back on your feet. “Shit, shit, sorry.” He stumbles towards the bed, grabbing the guitar and sticking it carefully back on its stand, sweeping the books off the bed unceremoniously. You almost laugh, but he’s back on you in an instant, your face between his palms, turned up towards his. He kisses you hard, walks you back towards the bed until your knees hit the mattress. “This okay?” he asks again, and you just grin.

“Yes, Eddie.”

“Good,” he mumbles, and his mouth moves from yours, lips roving down your neck, sucking love bites into your skin. He pushes at you slightly, leaning over you until you fall back on the bed, sprawled against his pillows. His tongue rides along your collarbone, every kiss he offers making the heat between your legs surge hotter.

His hand glances down the front of your shirt, fingers catching on the buttons. “You can take it off,” you whisper. Eddie makes a noise somewhere between a choke and a gasp, and his mouth covers yours again, fingers working the buttons open until your chest and bra are exposed. Then his lips drop further, open-mouthed kisses pressed to the curve of your tits and you whine, one hand locking in the back of his hair.

“Sit up,” he requests, leaning up again, sitting back on his knees. “I don’t wanna rip your shirt.”

“How courteous,” you laugh, shrugging out of the flannel. You toss it to the side, forgetting your bandaged hand, and the pain flares slightly, but quickly ebbs as your eyes move back to Eddie. You’re staring, blatantly, but you don’t care, too preoccupied with the way he’s wrenching his sweatshirt over his head. You can see everything. All the scars, the black-ink tattoos, the light dust of hair beneath his belly button, leading to something more. Something you’re craving.

Something you’ve been craving for a while now, if you’re being honest.

There’s something about it, the soft sheen to the scars covering his side, the way the ink that wrapped around his ribs is slightly marred on one side, half the design twisted and misshapen. He’s kicking off his jeans, and you’re staring, eyes raking over every inch of his body as you reach for the button on your own pants, lifting your hips to peel them off, letting them join the slowly growing pile of clothes on his floor.

Now only in your underwear, you shuffle closer to him as he sits back on the mattress. There’s an obvious tent to his boxers, and your mouth pools with saliva just at the sight. Your uninjured hand lifts, and you can feel him watching you, watching the path your hand makes in the air. “Baby—” he starts, but it chokes off when your fingers land on the scars on his side, tracing out the pinked skin. “What’re you…?”

You lean your mouth into his shoulder, humming against his warm skin. He turns his head towards you, lips moving over your forehead. You drag your knuckles lightly over his scars. It makes him shiver. “Eddie the Hero,” you murmur.

His head snaps up and you flinch back, lifting your head from his shoulder. “What?”

“It’s what that kid Dustin calls you,” you chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. Something passes over his face, something almost dark that you don’t recognize, but then he blinks it away, and his eyes are shiny. “I think it’s fitting. Eddie the Hero. My hero.”

He catches your jaw with two fingers, turning your face towards him. “Come here, babe.”

Eddie gathers you into his arms, sliding you into his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. He moves slow, burying one hand in your hair, the other arm winding around your waist. You dig your hands into his bare shoulders, your nails biting into his skin. He tilts his face up to yours, kisses you sweetly, then not so sweet, his tongue pushing past your teeth. You snake one hand down between your bodies, diving right beneath the waistband of his boxers, fingers wrapping around his thick cock.

He gasps into your mouth, hips lifting to chase your touch as you stroke him. And he touches you in kind, the hand not in your hair sliding into your panties, dragged along his tongue on the way down. You moan his name when he rubs a circle around your clit, dips deeper, curls his knuckles up into your pussy, groaning back when he feels how wet you are.

“Gotta open you up, baby,” he murmurs, kisses you again, crooks his fingers deeper. “God, I’ve been fuckin’ dreaming about this, y’know?”

“I know,” you squeak out, hips lifting, rolling into his with every drag of his fingers, your hands trapped between your bodies. Your thumb swipes over the tip of his cock, precum wetting your skin, and your lips part, hot breath panted between you. “I have too.”

It moves fast, for a moment. You’re both breathing the same air, kissing every scrap of skin you can reach. His fingers curl against something devastating inside you and you keen up into the feeling, your head fitting into the crook of his neck, squeezing his cock tight. “C’mere, baby,” he says again, his voice almost slurred. You whine when he drags his fingers from you, but it doesn’t last long, because then he’s dragging your panties to the side, freeing his cock from his boxers. He lines himself up, and gripping your hip, sinks you down on his cock.

Drawn-out moans fall from both pairs of lips, the noise echoing through his bedroom as you bury him in you completely. It’s overwhelming in the best way, the way he fills you to the brim. The perfect fit, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of him, both hands curled around his shoulders again.

“Eddie.”

“Yeah, baby?” he croons, lifting one hand to peel the damp hair from your neck, leaning in to lick a stripe up your skin. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” you groan out, starting to roll your hips into his, gasping when he thrusts up into you. “So good.”

“That’s good,” he replies, and you both start to giggle, mouths slotting against each other, grinning broadly until the pleasure spikes again, making your breath come faster. You blink and the world goes sideways, pitched at an angle as he tips you back and to the side, laying you out on his pillow again and leaning up over you. It changes the angle, pushing him impossibly deeper as he thrusts into you, one hand curling around your thigh and hitching it over his hip. “God, you feel so good.”

You start to laugh again, but it doesn’t last, replaced with a loud moan as he drives into you hard, the ridge of his pelvis catching along your clit. “Eddie, I—”

“Cum for me, baby,” he drawls in your ear, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your throat, your collar. “Let me feel it, please?”

It’s the please? that gets you, the snap in his voice that sends you tumbling over the edge. Your back arches against the mattress, chest pressed to his, breath catching in your throat. He doesn’t last much longer, pulling himself from you abruptly, stroking his cock once and spilling across your stomach. His head hangs limp between his shoulders, eyes screwed shut as the pleasure wracks his frame, and you put a hand in his hair, brushing it away from his face.

“Holy shit,” he huffs, falling onto the mattress beside you, his cheeks flushed. “That was…holy shit.”

“Very articulate, Eds,” you laugh, turning your head towards him, giving him a cheeky smile. He crinkles his nose at you. “That was amazing.”

“Amazing is better than good,” he quips, pecking your lips, and you bark a laugh.

“You wanna do it again?”

He kisses you hard. “Damn right.”

You wake the next day in his bed, and it’s early afternoon. Eddie is sprawled at your side, fingers tapping out a tune along your spine. When he sees your eyes blink open, he leans in and kisses you awake. “Mornin’.”

After you had dinner, rest of the night was filled with more sex, the two of you exploring each other in new kinds of ways. You ordered pizza and finished the pumpkins, setting the jack-o-lanterns out on the front porch, and roasted the seeds just like Eddie had wanted.

After you fell back into his bed and stayed there, you lost count of the rounds, the orgasms, but by the time you closed your eyes, you had every inch of Eddie Munson committed to memory. He had invaded your dreams in the best way, and waking up beside him just makes everything feel that much more real.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he murmurs. “Been kinda practicing it since I woke up.”

“Oh?”

He swallows hard, enough that you can see his adam’s apple bob. You reach out a hand, brush a stray curl from his face. “Would you wanna, maybe, go out with me again sometime?”

You nearly choke on your laugher, a high-pitched giggle making your clap your hand over your mouth. “Eddie Munson, are you asking me out?”

“Again,” he clarifies, blushing bright red, pointing a finger in the air. “I’m asking you out again. Last night, that was the—”

You silence him with a kiss, rolling towards him on the bed, planting your hands on either side of his head, leaning down to drag the tip of your nose along his. “Yes, Eddie,” you murmur, kissing his bottom lip, then his top one. “It’s a yes. It’s always a yes.”

“Good,” he grins, hands roaming your body, squeezing your curves, holding you close. “That’s good.”

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Title: Autumn Word Count: 3,460 Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (with a side of platonic Ellie Williams X Reader) A/N: This work is written in collaboration between @specialagentmonkey & @bangaveragewhitewine.

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Contains: domestic goodness, illusions to sexy time

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Autumn brought rain to Jackson; steely grey skies that prepared the town for the snowy months ahead. It’s raining now. Joel knows the rain has come because your hair is damp; not because he can hear the rain behind the banging and sawing he’s been doing in the workshop, and not with the near constant ringing in his ears, that he is usually able to tune out.

Joel loses himself in his work so you made sure - as often as you could - to bring him his lunch that you packed him that morning. The lunch that he forgot to put into his pack before coming down to the workshop. You know he probably does it on purpose just so he can see you during the day. Your jobs move you around Jackson with the seasons; fruit picking and tending to the greenhouses or the animals, supervising in the schoolhouse. No matter where you were, what kept you busy from dawn until dinner time, you always made sure to go have lunch with your man.

“Mr Miller,” you greeted while pulling the workshop door closed to keep the wind and rain out. You wiped your boot-clad feet, “The lunch you forgot - again.” You fixed him with a pointed look as you held out the plastic container.

Joel rose from the stool and quickly wiped his hands on a dusty rag before closing the gap between you, kissing your cold lips with a hum. “You’re wet,” he said, scrunching up his face and lifting a hand to run over your damp hair.

You scoffed and nudged the box into his stomach, “Rain’ll do that to ya.”

Joel took the offered plastic container. “I didn’t forget it, not this time anyway,” he admitted with a sheepish smile that made you roll your eyes.

“I knew you were doing it on purpose,” you huffed and shook your head before pecking him once more, “I brought mine to eat with you.”

Joel nodded and turned back to the workbench seeing the clutter and chaos, scratching the back of his neck. “Jus’...gimme a sec,” he mumbled and moved around the bench to clear some space, brushing off the worst of the sawdust and clearing any nails out of the way.

“Ever the gentlemen,” you teased as you perched onto the second stool Joel had brought over.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward, it never was for you and Joel. You’d been together for so long it was just being with each other, neither of you felt the need to fill the silence with small talk. Both of you got stuck into the packed lunches only briefly interrupted by Joel when he left the bench to go into the back of the workshop, coming back with two steaming cups of the mint tea that he had grown reluctantly fond of.

After the lunches were eaten you held the cup between your hands, appreciating the warmth it brought to them.

“How’s the decoration makin’ goin’?”

“We think we’ve got most of it done, the children have loved doing it. We’re hoping that the weather holds off until after Halloween but…who knows.” You shrugged, glancing over your shoulder out the window, “I just hope the pumpkins grow…”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“Last winter was awful for the ground, we’ve had so much trouble with the gardens this year in the spring,” you explained softly, “We’re all rooting for the pumpkins because it’s not Halloween without them and it’s going the first Halloween that we’ve managed to find and plant pumpkin seeds - but what if they aren’t ready in time?”

Joel seemed to ponder for a moment his mug paused resting at his chin, “Well…if they ain’t my Momma used to say that years ago- and I mean years before anythin’ went to shit, when they didn’t have pumpkins they carved turnips,” he paused seeing the slightly bemused expression on your face, “Y’got any big turnips?”

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up at the thought, carving out turnips. It seemed ridiculous, but very plausible.

Joel deflated and huffed at your laughter, “Just an idea, you don’t gotta laugh at me-”

“No no, no, I’m not laughing at you,” you stopped yourself, put your cup down and slid off the stool to come stand beside him, leaning into his upper arm. “I wasn’t laughing at you, it was just the image of people carving out turnips, it- I found it funny,” you slid your hand up his back and over the collar of his flannel shirt to the back of his neck, “It’s a wonderful idea. Thank you for sharing that with me, about your mom.”

He raised his eyebrow and gave you a sideways glance. The teasing lilt in your voice was still there but the kiss you laid to his cheek did the trick. “Alright, now go on. I’ve got work to do.”

Grinning against the beard on his cheek, you cup his jaw to turn his face towards you, placing a slow kiss to his lips, “Are you kicking me out after I brought you food?”

Joel hummed against your lips, his free arm wrapping around your waist, “Yup,” he said once your lips separated. “‘Cause you, darlin’ are a distraction and I don’t wanna have’ta get stitches again.”

“That,” you pointed a finger at him, poking his chest, “Was not my fault.”

He hummed, unconvinced, and gave your backside a tap, “Rather be safe than sorry.”

“You’ll be home for dinner, yeah? Ellie is joining us tonight.” You told him as you started packing up the plastic containers.

“Aint she out with- uh…”

“Dina,” you supplied with a small smirk and nodded, “She is, but she’s coming home for dinner.”

“Right.”

“So,” you slipped into your coat with Joel’s help, “Make sure you’re home.”

Joel held either side of your coat, “Yes darlin’,” bringing you closer to his chest, “I promise, I’ll be home for dinner.”

—

The early Autumn rain eased over the next few weeks as the fall season brought crisp cool days and crunchy leaves to sweep and gather in piles. The younger townsfolk took great pleasure in jumping in said piles, their laughter ringing through the streets made you warm inside; they had a chance at having a real childhood in this town, far from a QZ or a regimented FEDRA upbringing, tucked behind Jackson’s safe walls.

You swapped recipes with your neighbours, making the most of the meat the hunters brought back and the vegetables from the community garden. Best of all was the pumpkins. News of their growth and readiness for harvest in time for the holiday spread through the town; you brought it right to Joel yourself, along with warm homemade soup for lunch.

“It’s not just that they’re ready to be harvested in time for Halloween, Joel. We’ll save the seeds for sewing, that’s almost a guarantee for next year…” You spoke with a childlike glee of roasted pumpkin, stews and soups and pies, and the plans for pumpkin-carving with the little ones in the schoolhouse.

Joel’s spoon hovered in mid-air as he watched you, that small smirk on his lips. Seeing you so happy made his chest tighten in the best way.

You caught him staring - no, gazing was far more accurate - and stopped, almost breathless from your happy rant. “Sorry. Eat. I just.. I never even cared much about Halloween that much… not until this year.” You shrugged as your cheeks tinted with warmth.

“Shit baby, I could listen to you all day. I’m really pleased.” Joel’s hand covered yours and he squeezed. “Hey. Least we won’t have to carve turnips,” he winked, seeing you soften again.

“Hey I still might, Miller.” You point your spoon at him, “Put it out on the porch too.”

You both continued with your lunch, swapping summaries of how your days were going, any tidbits of gossip you had heard - pumpkin-related and otherwise - until your bowls were empty and bellies full.

“Oh shoot. Did Tommy tell you? Doreen found a stash of old movies in her attic - they’re gonna show The Addams Family for the kids at Halloween, after the costume pageant - ain’t that sweet?” You smile over your shoulder as you pack up the bowls and thermos to take home. You made a note to tell Ellie, she was settling into the life you three had carved out for yourselves in Jackson.

Joel nodded, approving of the film choice sidled up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder with his hands on your hips. “If it means we might have the house to ourselves I’m all for it.” You could hear his smile, feel it in the way he squeezed you gently.

“Oh you mean so you can go out to your little ‘man cave’ and work on whatever it is you got going on there without being interrupted?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, your head leaning to the side to give him a sceptical look, “Or maybe do some work on the front porch for the umpteenth time.”

Joel’s ears tinted pink, “I do not- it’s not a mancave…it's just a shed I work in. And the porch actually needed work doing to it, thank you very much. Those boards wouldn’ta lasted the winter, the way Ellie thunders down ‘em. But hey, if you wanted to fall on your a-”

You turned in his arms, reaching around his neck to cut him off with a peck. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from you, “Yeah, yeah, Miller. Thank you for looking out for my ass.”

—

Your chance to tell Ellie about the Halloween plans came sooner than later, as you bumped into her on your way home after she had been visiting Shimmer, sneaking her extra apples as always. “I won’t tell if you don’t,” you said, as she linked your arms as you both walked home. She had been quiet lately, especially when you had brought up Halloween - you were going to get to the bottom of it.

“So, The Addam’s Family. Y’heard?” you asked, smiling down at her with the assumption that she already made her own plans with Dina. You clicked your fingers, hoping the reference wasn’t lost on her.

“Weird.” That answered your question. “I heard about it… Never really got to ‘do’ Halloween before this. Obviously.” Ellie shrugged, leaving you both in a loaded silence. You gave her the space to decide if she wanted to continue.

You let the silence melt into the chilly Autumn air around you, mixing with the sounds of Jackson as you strolled toward home. She stayed uncharacteristically silent until you were back in your house, washing up after lunch while Ellie lingered near the door, ready to continue.

“I guess I like the idea of it… Halloween, spooky shit. Going to this stupid movie. I - I just have some shitty shitty memories surrounded by Halloween decorations. It’s stupid.”

Fragments of the girl's past slotted together in your mind - the mall, the bite, Riley…

You turned around from the sink, wiping your hands before leaning against the counter. Ellie stared hard at the floor, not meeting your eyes as you spoke.

“It’s not stupid. How you feel and your memories aren’t stupid, babygirl. You can still make new memories and still remember the good parts of those shitty ones..” You let your words sit with her before Ellie finally looked up. You give her a sad little smile, “I think she’d want you to be happy.”

You barely had time to brace for impact before Ellie wrapped her arms around you for a tight hug, which you gratefully returned. Pressing a fierce, loving kiss to her head, you held each other until Ellie complained she couldn’t breathe with your squeezing.

After loosening your hold, she tilted her head back to look at you as you spoke again. “Go see the movie. If you’re not having a good time, you can come home anytime. Tommy or Maria would walk you back.” You cup her face, smushing her cheek with your thumb playfully. “Orrr.. you could stay in with us old folks. Joel’ll probably fall asleep on the couch, I’ll be reading my book… Super fun Halloween, right?”

Ellie rolled her eyes before squeezing you so tightly again and then sighed, “Fiiiine I’ll go.”

—

By the morning of Halloween the pumpkins had been harvested and split between the schoolhouse and the community kitchen and food bank, ready to be carved and cooked. There was a buzz of excitement around the town, especially with the children; most of them didn’t know what Halloween was until they got the school up and running. There was a general consensus with the adults to keep it light, not too scary - the real world was scary enough for these kids. Laughter rang from the schoolhouse as goofy and jagged faces were carved into the hollowed pumpkins, the flesh saved for the kitchens of Jackson.

Once they were finished, the kids proud of their handiwork, the pumpkins were loaded into a trailer and brought to the middle of the town, the same area that the Christmas tree was displayed every year. The decorations and lights surrounding the town centre really made it all come together, and the costume pageant in the town hall was a huge hit. You had never seen so many giggling bed-sheet ghosts.

A few hours later, when the sun began to set behind the mountains that overlooked Jackson, everyone came outside to admire the lit pumpkins. Maria and the townspeople on cooking-duty surprised everyone with mugs of steaming roasted pumpkin soup and slices of pumpkin pie for after - another hit with the children, and the adults.

The evening got cooler and everyone began to disperse, most heading into the hall for the movie screening. “Are you sure you guys don’t wanna come?,” Ellie offered, Dina waiting a few steps behind her - the other girl was still warming up to you and Joel.

Joel shook his head, taking one last look at the pumpkin display before throwing his arm over your shoulders, “I think we’ve seen enough horrors. You enjoy yourself kiddo. Remember-”

“-yep, I know, be home by eleven.” She looked at you as you gave her a confident little smile and wink. Ellie waved you off and jogged to catch up with Dina.

The two of you turned and started walking slowly towards home. You tilted your head back looking at the clear evening sky and twinkling town lights. Leaning your head to the side you peered up at Joel, admiring his features. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before slipping your hand into the back pocket of his jeans.

Joel looked down at you, brows lifting. “Ma’am, you do realise we’re in public? Out here groping my old ass.” His tone is light as he tries to keep his smile off his face, shaking his head in false disapproval. “Town Council sure will have something to say about that, s’indecent.”

“It’s a perfectly decent ass, Joel. You got a licence for this thing?” You gave him a pointed squeeze and almost snorted as he choked on his own laughter.

—

You had a late supper and a couple of whiskeys out on the back porch to look forward to when you both got home that evening. It didn’t take long until the very real scenario of Joel and yourself having an empty home for the evening became too enticing and you found yourself making your way upstairs with Joel hot on your heels - his hands palming over your denim-clad behind now, leaving his overshirt and belt and your sweater in your wake. That was almost two hours ago.

Joel was propped up against the pillows, one arm bent behind his head and the thin sheet pooled at his waist, leaving little to the imagination. He watched as you came back from the bathroom wearing nothing but his t-shirt- one of his favourite sights. You made the shirt look ten times better than he ever could and he never let you forget it.

You approached the end of the bed, lifted a bent knee onto it and crawled into the space between his legs. You placed gentle kisses to his chest as you let yourself melt into the safe embrace Joel created.

It wasn’t often you got this sort of alone time - between work and making sure Ellie was keeping out of trouble - but when you got to spend time with Joel alone, intimately, you definitely made the most of it.

After a while of simply holding each other, sharing small touches and kisses, you settled back under the covers with him. Your nose pressed into the side of Joel’s neck, breathing him in for a few blissful moments as his lips pressed to your hair, beginning to speak.

“What’d you dress up as- when you were a kid I mean?” he asked, smoothing a hand up and down your side before settling on your hip.

“For Halloween?” you reply, tilting your head back to peer up at him. The buzz about town over the last few weeks brought back memories for everyone.

Ever the asshole that Ellie never let him forget he was, Joel fixed you with a deadpan look, “No for Saint Patrick’s Day.”

You scrunched up your nose and dug your fingers into the softness around his waist. “Alright, shut up,” you tutted, but couldn’t help the smile when you heard Joel’s rumbling laugh. “Let’s see,” you hummed while moving your hand over his hip to his ribs, “The first one I remember, my Mom dressed me as Alice in Wonderland but I’ve been so many- my favourite one was dressing up as Princess Leia.”

Joel nodded with approval -like every man his age, he had it bad for Carrie Fisher growing up. “Star Wars, huh? Space buns too?” Joel saves that tidbit from your old life, stores it away in the increasingly large space you inhabit in his mind.

“Duh, you’re not Leia without the buns, hon. I loved to watch it with my Mom…” The ghost of a sad smile crosses your face before looking up at him. “Your turn. Lemme guess.. Cowboy?”

“I have you know that I made a mean John Wayne,” he said lifting his nose in the air, “My Momma made all the costumes from old bits of clothing so…it looked a bit mismatched but it worked, got me plenty of candy. Tommy was always covered in camo paint and running around like some army man,” he waved his hand in the air dismissively.

You sigh happily. “Now that I’d love to see. Little Joel Miller running around in cowboy boots, a stetson. Plastic revolver twirling around your finger…”

Joel huffed a short laugh, “You ain’t too far off.”

“No Johnny Cash?” You asked, your eyebrows lifting as you smiled, knowing how much Joel loved to sing old country music songs.

“Him too,” he smirked and pressed his lips gently to your forehead, “and Hank Williams.”

You swapped memories of the best candy you got while out trick or treating and the first horror movies you had seen. After so long together, you were still learning about each other.

A little later, as your fingers stroked through Joel’s hair, his head against your chest, you remembered the time. “Ellie should be back soon, we should make ourselves decent.”

“She’ll just go into her room and stay there until she smells breakfast, as usual.” Joel’s voice was almost dreamy as he felt close to sleep, curled up with you.

Before you could move, you heard the front door open and slam shut, making both of you wince. No matter how many times you and Joel had told Ellie about slamming the doors, she still managed to shake the house.

“She’s gonna bust that door off the hinges soon,” he grumbled and rubbed his forehead, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Another damn thing to fix.”

“What the fuck?!” Her muffled voice drifted up the stairs, “Ew! Guys!” There was a beat of silence before you both broke out into quiet laughter. You shook your head and pushed yourself to kneel, taking Joel’s head in your hands to peck his lips a few times. “I’ll go collect our clothes before she really starts to freak out.”

You look back at Joel as you open the door. “Well, if Halloween didn’t spook her, we sure just did.” Your straight-face crumbles as Joel groans in frustration behind you, burying his face into the pillows. “You been readin’ that stupid pun book again? Jesus lord..”

Despite Ellie’s utter disgust awaiting you downstairs, you think this might just be the best Halloween you have ever had.

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ceilingfan5 · 1 year

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@taznovembercelebration embrace/refusal

There’s an apple crisp in the oven. There are thumbprint cookies on the table, next to butter cookies and chocolate crackle cookies, as well as about 3 weeks of unopened mail. There is a pound of strawberry cheesecake fudge cooling in the fridge next to an actual cheesecake that looks like a beach scene complete with seagulls, and Taako is fine.

He’s fine. Shut up about it maybe.

The pumpkin pie had gone to the neighbors Taako doesn’t hate, and the bread with all the seeds and fruits went to the neighbors he does hate, and the chocolate dipped pretzels all got eaten last night on the couch, with the TV on mute.

But he’s fine. He’s managing. Doing great, even. He’s figured out the grocery store app. You don’t even have to leave the house anymore, you just have to pay through the nose about it.

His one complaint is that usually he can bully Kravitz into doing the dishes. And, well, Kravitz has been away for a while now. Which is fine. That was the plan. He’d said there would be temporal anomalies, and that it would be a hard assignment, and that he would call when he could, but that it might not be possible, and that no matter what, he promised he’d be back soon.

And Taako, who is good at feelings, and being a person, and having a relationship, and communicating especially, said “Okay. Be safe.” And that was that.

And it’s been that. That persists, in fact, like some kind of hideous drawn-out nightmare, which Taako has not been having, thank you very much, because he’s hardly been sleeping, because it’s just easier to sleep on the couch than in the bed when you’re alone and you’re waiting for the door to open.

And it doesn’t open.

Everything is fine, and he’s doing great, and he’s being so normal about his boyfriend being away and not in the house and not in his bed and not in his arms and not here to wash the fucking dishes.

Taako does the dishes with magic anyway. So there. He does the dishes and he bakes and he goes on with his fucking business, thank you, because his life doesn’t revolve around Kravitz, and those words don’t keep replaying in his head and making him want to claw his brain goo out.

In fact, maybe he’s so capable that Kravitz is the one that needs him. Maybe he needs to get off his ass and go save Kravitz’s, and maybe he’s out there somewhere, needing him, and Taako can save the day and I-told-you-so in the same montage sequence, and Taako turns from baking like a commercial for eggnog flavored Red Bull and starts packing the essentials. He doesn’t know where he’s headed, but that’s okay. He’ll bully the fucking Raven Queen into spilling all the details. He’ll figure it out. He’s tough. He’s strong. He’s a lone wolf. He’ll destroy those fucking necromancers holding his man hostage, and he’ll save the day, and-

“Taako?”

Taako jumps and nearly cracks his head meat on the bones of the ceiling, and he whips around, wand at the ready, but it’s him, and he didn’t even do the courtesy of opening the door, like Taako’s been waiting for, he just ripped a hole in time and space and stepped through it, half burnt and covered in blood that may or may not be his, and looking weary and loving and perfect and damnable all in one easy package.

Taako, standing there with his wand in threat position, eyes wide, doesn’t know what to say, and the silence stretches.

“Taako, are you okay?” Kravitz’s sweet brown eyes are so, so soft and loving and Taako wants to fireball his ass to the sun and back. How dare he. How fucking dare he.

“Fine,” Taako breathes. He lowers his wand. “Are you? I was just about to come save your ass.”

“I almost needed it,” Kravitz croaks, smiling gently. “What’s with all the cookies?”

You don’t get to ask that, a foul voice in Taako’s head says, but it luckily doesn’t leak out. Taako’s the Tupperware of guys with problems.

“Got bored,” he drawls.

“I guess it has been a while…” Kravitz frowns. “I know I’m a bit of a mess, but I kind of thought you’d want a hug. How many days has it been?”

“Bout twenty.” So casual.

“Tw- Twenty??” Kravitz, idiot, love him, checks his watch, and gapes at Taako. “Twe- you’ve been- for twenty-”

“It’s fine.” Taako’s voice almost breaks. “Knew you’d be back soon.” Oh, nope, there it went.

It doesn’t hit Kravitz very fast. Maybe he has a head injury, maybe he’s just been through the wringer, maybe it doesn’t hurt him the same way it hurts Taako. But realization dawns on his face, and he knows he’s fucked up.

“Taako,” he whispers.

“It’s fine,” Taako insists. “Glad you’re back or whatever. Dishes need washing.”

Kravitz runs over and hugs him tightly, nearly squeezes the life out of him, with his corporeal and arguably alive? Body, and Taako forces a breath into his own stupid body, and he’s fine, and he’s fine, and he’s fine-

“I’m sorry,” Kravitz whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

And Taako cries. It’s the ugliest, shakingest, miserablest cry he’s let loose in a long fucking time, and it hurts coming out like all those stupid feelings hurt going in, and he fucking weeps in Kravitz’s arms like some kind of stupid. The hurt is old and new and bleeding again when Taako was sure he’d finally cauterized it, but fireball does not a registered nurse make. Kravitz’s stupid bastard therapist that Taako refuses to talk to might have been slightly almost right, a little, and Taako cries harder about that, too, because fuck him, that’s why.

They stand there, clutching at each other, for some time, and when Taako finally dares to look at Kravitz, his dumb lovable face is all snotty and wet too, and Taako takes a little mean comfort in that.

“You have so many cookies to eat, asshole,” Taako mumbles.

“I’ll eat every last one,” Kravitz promises. And he kisses Taako on the head. It makes him feel warm all over for the first time in ages.

“You’re bleeding on my floor.”

“Yeah, I think I am. When you’re ready, can we- medical attention, maybe?”

“Maybe,” Taako sniffs. “Only ‘cause I like you.”

#taakitz #taakitz fic #taz #taz b #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #look at me i wrote a semi canonical piece instead of an au are you proud

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healthy-liiviing · 7 days

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What Foods Are Good for Losing Weight?

Hey there! If you're looking to shed some pounds, focusing on the right foods can make a big difference. Here's a breakdown of foods that are great for weight loss.

1. Lean Proteins

Including lean proteins in your diet can help you feel full and satisfied while supporting muscle growth and repair. Opt for:

Chicken breast

Turkey

Fish (such as salmon or tuna)

Tofu

Lentils

Beans

2. Fruits and Vegetables

Fruits and vegetables are packed with essential vitamins, minerals, and fiber, making them excellent choices for weight loss. Aim for a variety of colors to maximize nutrient intake. Some top picks include:

Berries (like strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries)

Leafy greens (such as spinach, kale, and Swiss chard)

Cruciferous vegetables (like broccoli, cauliflower, and Brussels sprouts)

Citrus fruits (such as oranges, grapefruits, and lemons)

Apples

Berries

Carrots

Bell peppers

3. Whole Grains

Whole grains provide fiber and complex carbohydrates, which can help keep you feeling full and satisfied. Look for:

Brown rice

Quinoa

Oats

Whole wheat pasta

Barley

Bulgur

Farro

4. Healthy Fats

Don't be afraid of fats—they're an important part of a balanced diet and can actually aid in weight loss when consumed in moderation. Opt for:

Avocados

Nuts (like almonds, walnuts, and pistachios)

Seeds (such as chia seeds, flaxseeds, and pumpkin seeds)

Olive oil

Coconut oil

5. Greek Yogurt

Greek yogurt is rich in protein and probiotics, which can help promote a healthy gut microbiome and support weight loss. Choose plain, unsweetened Greek yogurt and add your own fruit or honey for sweetness.

6. Water

Staying hydrated is crucial for overall health and can also support weight loss by promoting feelings of fullness and preventing overeating. Aim to drink plenty of water throughout the day.

7. Herbal Tea

Herbal teas like green tea, peppermint tea, and chamomile tea are hydrating, calorie-free alternatives to sugary beverages and can help curb cravings.

In summary, incorporating lean proteins, fruits, vegetables, whole grains, healthy fats, Greek yogurt, water, and herbal tea into your diet can support your weight loss efforts and keep you feeling satisfied and energized.

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acti-veg · 23 days

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hi acti. i just read the answer to your last ask and was wondering what brand of protein powder you're using? my protein levels were a bit low the last time i had a blood test so i'm thinking of starting to use a protein powder regularly but i'm not really sure what to look out for. do you or any followers have any advice on how to choose a good plant based protein powder?

I use Protein Works, which is 25g per scoop. The chocolate and vanilla are both really nice but I’d recommend using a blender and experimenting with water volume to get your desired thickness. It is quite sweet, so I like to balance it out with oats and seeds. I have the vanilla one in my morning shake. Sometimes I have half a scoop of the chocolate one in a glass of soy milk in the evenings as well, if I’ve not had much protein or I’ve done a lot of exercise that day.

There are cheaper options but I go for that one because the protein is derived from a good balance of different sources, which makes it more nutritious. It has pea, soy, pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds and brown rice. I use one scoop in my morning shake, mixed with half a cup of oats, 1tbsp of peanut butter, a banana and 1tsp of chia seeds. That’s about 35g by itself which is far more than you’d get from a typical breakfast, you can leave it overnight in the fridge so it’s very convenient, and it tastes really good.

If you’re looking for protein bars, Misfits are really nice, 15g each but are expensive, much cheaper if you buy 12 pack online but still not cheap. I just keep a box in the cupboard for occasions when I know I’ll be out all day and can’t control my food so much. Trek do protein oat bars which are much cheaper but also less protein (8g). I tend to go for those for more regular use but you could make your own in batches too, they don’t take long and last about a week in the fridge.

Huel is also really good as a meal replacement shake, a single serving (2 scoops) of the Black Edition is 40g, which research suggests is about as much as we can digest in one meal. It’s also only 400 calories for two scoops if you’re trying to maintain a deficit. Again, it’ll keep in the fridge overnight or at room temperature for a few hours, so it’s a great work/school lunch option.

You can supplement your intake with high protein snacks too like air fried chickpeas, nuts, Greek yogurt (there are a few oat/soy options) and hummus. If you’re not doing a lot of weightlifting or cardio you won’t need to incorporate even half of these options, but protein powder/bars are very easy ways to up your intake without changing your regular meals. Even just consciously making sure you are working protein into your meals and snacks will go a long way to upping your intake.

#ask #nutrition #protein #personal

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frozen-fountain · 7 months

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ROYGBIV Tag

Thank you @late-to-the-fandom for the tag!

Rules: Search your WIP for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt. (I'm bending this and taking from a variety of fics, so they're all present.)

In turn I tag: @visualheresy, @runicmagitek, @keioschaos, @ourspecial, @frogs-in3-hills, @hrh-spinach, and @bees-and-sunshine!

Red

"The reddish light in the corridor, just like the lamp in their room, stopped her in her tracks. She hurried along to the wide window and stumbled back at the sight of it. It festered like an abscess in the sky, a black void ringed with red, glowing with palpable malice. Small and far away, but drawing all eyes toward it" - You Grow the Flowers Yourself.

Orange

"'Looks like we're good to go,' said Elena, standing vigil over the bubbling kettle. She'd set out their food on paper plates, arranged in a colourful flotilla; sliced beef cured with woodsmoke and lemongrass, spicy dried seaweed, pumpkin cookies, glutinous rice balls, a grab bag of nuts and seeds, and wedges of orange melon salted and preserved in lime. Yuffie would have made the journey with a skin of water and a pack of jerky in her bag, for the mountains provided their own bounty of bitter berries and mushrooms hidden under fallen leaves – if one knew where to look, and which were only edible once" - Spiced Black Tea.

Yellow

"The town watched from a distance as the Saucer went up, a prized gem that crowned the rolling beige beneath it, a bauble hung in the air over cracked, necrotic ground. “I wanna be Master Tonberry!” went the cry on the playground, every year as one ended and another began, and a higher-pitched “No, you were Master Tonberry last year, gimme the trowel!” followed. The cut-throat competition for the starring role spilled out after school hours and into the streets on the walk home, boys and girls in short pants brandishing any shiny metal implement they could get their grubby hands on. The winter play lost a little of its dark magic once you got behind the stage and saw how they made it happen – two tiny yellow bulbs poking out of a black cloth.

It took shape out of the darkness as the gate was raised, Dio's voice booming overhead while Barret reloaded, a trail of blood washed across the neon and noise of those suspended corridors on the way to the battle arena. The roar of the crowd, two little lights emerging from the pit and then a head took form, a roughspun robe with a lantern swinging in one hand and in the other, the knife, sharpened on the rocks of the underworld and gleaming in the spotlight. Barret let his jaw fall only for a moment, put up his shoulders, took aim -

Easy when they don't speak, ain't it? Just those two evil little eyes, shufflin' towards you" - Aperture Priority.

Green

"Celes trailed a hand dark with soil among the lotuses. The mirror-flat of the water shattered at her touch, the only movement in the greenhouse. Edgar built it just for her, her green hideaway below the dunes – probably, and she smiled to herself, after she expressed but a momentary speculative doubt that he could. But the sands had never bested him yet. Water summoned from springs deep below the earth passed through the engines that gave life to the castle, where it warmed on its way to trickle down among the seed beds. Dense condensation lent a ruddy glow to the windows, an invitation to all in passing to find her fragrant patch of green, and all the colours that bloomed there. A rainbow under skies that turned grey nary twice in a year" - Fogged Windows.

Blue

"Elena followed and took the rope uncoiling from the ground in both hands, wrapping her legs around it as she jumped into nothing. Her shoes fell from her feet, one after the other lost to the blue, and she laughed. The Highwind lurched forward and took her with it, hanging in mid-air over the glimmering sea sprawl of Costa del Sol. From some new and unknown cavity of her chest she found the air to laugh some more, buffeted by the salt wind as she clung to the rope and the women above her who held it. Below they swarmed in their all-black uniforms. Ant-like and indistinguishable from one another as they raised arms to take back something that was never theirs" - Dulosis.

Indigo

"They touched down in the foothills on what the crew swore was a morning, but the northern winters saw no sun for most of the day and they made their way from the ship into cloud-banked indigo gloom. Elmyra carried her materia in a small black briefcase and stepped onto the ground with a stamp as the snow cracked under her feet. 'I've never seen it like this,' she said, with a few falling flakes catching and glittering in the hair that strayed about her face. 'Where I grew up, we got frost on the ground and nothing more'" - Into the Night Uncharted (yes! I have one!).

Violet

"Outside the window was a grove of slim cedars, the herb garden, and Mireille hunched over on her knees. As Elena whisked oil with the sherry vinegar brewed by Runa over the river, Mireille sat transfixed by late summer flowers. Deep violet, dark red. Small splashes of violence against the drab earth colours the old woman made her uniform" - Dulosis.

#froze fics

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