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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Hours on the Clock | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/veivir-morte<<

SPOILER FREE

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | (Henderson) he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | @/theimaginationgotmegood on tumblr

warnings | mild angst with a happy ending

word count | 3,075

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Could I request a Henderson reader x Eddie or Steve imagine where he helps him study/apply for something cuz Dustin begged him to and the reader has pretty tensed neck/shoulders and eddie massages it for him. After that they become friends and he keeps on easing his pain, like whenever they are together (cuz he‘s the kid‘s ride) and it‘s just become normal for everyone. But the reader understands a joke from him wrong and becomes insecure, pushes him away until he confronts him and then just fluff maybe? This would be amazing!

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed along to the radio playing faintly in the background. Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for your little brother and his friends. You couldn't even remember the number of times you told him not to mess around after class so you weren’t waiting in the heat, but every day, without fail, you left long after the final bell rang.

Today was one of those days. Most cars had left the lot and you were stuck there, leaning against the door with only your music to signify how much time had passed. The first side of your cassette had played through and you were halfway through the second. You were gonna rip him a new one.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you could see your little brother rushing out of the front doors with his best friends in tow. You crossed your arms and glared at him, making sure he knew you were pissed. He grimaced once he was close enough.

“Sorry sorry sorry! I know we’re late but it was an emergency!” He pleaded his case. You rolled your eyes and opened the door, getting in and swapping out the cassette so you didn’t have to do it while you were driving.

“Get in before I leave all of you to take the bus home.” You said. The three teenage boys scrambled to get in the car, Dustin taking shotgun while Mike and Lucas got in the back. Once everyone was buckled in, you started the engine and pulled out of the school's parking lot.

“So please enlighten me on what was so important that you had me waiting out here for…” You paused to check your watch. “47 minutes.”

“We were talking with Eddie about the hellfire club,” Dustin replied. You raised your eyebrows.

“I thought hellfire was on Fridays.” You said. Dustin sighed and dropped his head against the headrest.

“Yeah well, there might not be any hellfire if Eddie doesn’t bring up his English grade. The stupid principal is threatening to shut down the whole club if he doesn’t get his act together.” Dustin said. You could hear how upset he was by the influx of his words. You frowned, knowing how much this club meant to him.

“(Y/n), aren’t you in English honors?” Mike asked. Your eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror so you could see his face.

“Yes?” You questioned. Dustin looked over his shoulder at Mike and then back at you.

“And you tutor on the side for money!” He exclaimed. You sighed, seeing exactly where he was going with this.

“I tutor freshmen on the side for money so they're better prepared for their classes, not seniors who flunked two years in a row.” You replied. Lucas laughed.

“He’s got you there Dustin.”

“I don’t know why you’re laughing Lucas. We’re all screwed if Eddie isn’t at a D by the end of the month.” He said, whipping his head to glare at his friend, but he quickly turned back to you.

“(Y/n), please. I’ll do anything. Consider all your chores for the next month done, alright?” He pleaded. You raised your eyebrows and glanced at him from the side of your eyes.

“Seriously? It’s that important that I tutor this guy?” You ask. Dustin nodded feverishly.

“Yes.” He deadpanned. You sighed.

“Alright. I’ll fit him into my schedule. But you better hold up your end of the deal.” You said as you flicked his hat downward. He smiled.

“I will, I promise. And thank you.”

>><<

You sighed and checked your watch, wondering how long you’d have to wait out here for the door to be opened. You lift your fist, knuckles centimeters away, ready to knock for the fourth time when it swings open. You backed up, slightly startled from how quickly it happened.

“Your Henderson’s brother, right?” A man with long hair asked. Eddie Munson. You’d seen him around school but never opted to talk to him.

“In the flesh.” You replied. He stepped out of the frame so you could walk in, to which you hesitantly did so.

“We can sit here. Thought it’d be less awkward than sitting on my bed.” He said with a laugh. You nodded and did as he told you, opening your backpack and gathering all the materials you needed. He pulled the second chair out and leaned his elbow on the table, watching your every move. You glanced up at him tentatively.

“Um… Dustin tells me your failing-“

“Horribly. Crashing and burning in fact. Which is where you come in Henderson-“

“(Y/n). My name is (Y/n).” You reply. He smiles.

“(Y/n) Henderson. Pleasure. As I was saying, I’m in dire need of assistance. In fact, the hellfire club depends on it.”

“Way to put the pressure on.” You said sarcastically as you stretched out your arms and rolled your head. You groaned and gently massaged your neck, looking down at the sheets of paper spread out on the table. You sighed and shuffled through them, finding it hard to concentrate with the horrid knot in your muscles.

“Something wrong?” Eddie asked. You looked up at him and gave a halfhearted laugh.

“Yeah sorry. It’s… It’s nothing.” You reply, waving him off. You doubted he wanted to listen to you talk about your problems.

“No no please, enlighten me. I mean, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together so we might as well share our deepest darkest secrets.” He said as he leaned his chin on the palm of his hand. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the way he spoke. It was odd but… charming.

“Well, it’s certainly no deep dark secret. I’ve just been really tense lately. Dustin and his friends all rely on me for rides everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I drop them all off at their houses after school, I take them to the arcade, I drive them all to each other’s houses. I’m basically a professional chauffeur getting paid in annoyance by my brother. Don’t get me wrong, I love Dustin but I spend way too much time with him. Hell, I’ve never even picked up the DnD handbook and I probably know enough to DM a campaign on my own.” Once you started talking everything just seemed to pour out. You had no idea how badly you needed to get this off your chest.

“And how does that make you feel?” He said, staring at you intently, which only made you laugh harder.

“Oh come on. I pour my heart out to you and you say that. What a dick.” You reply. He smiles.

“You’re right, I do apologize my lord. However could a mere court jester such as myself make it up to the likes of you?” He asked. You snickered, but soon after felt another twinge of pain shoot down your neck and across your shoulders. You groaned again, pressing your fingers into the places it felt the tightest.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a masseuse as well as a jester, would you?” You asked, running with whatever bit he had going. He shrugged.

“I dabble.” He replied. You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him.

“You’re serious?”

“These fingers aren’t just good for playing guitar you know. Let me give it a shot.” He said, wiggling his fingers at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair.

“I-I mean if you want to give it a go, by all means.” You replied. You couldn’t help but ask yourself how you managed to get here.

He seemed to gladly take the invitation, standing up from his chair and walking behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing his palms into your tensed muscles. He repeated the motions several times before moving on to your neck. His fingertips were calloused from what you could only assume was years of playing guitar, but still shocking gentle. And even more shockingly, they were relaxing you. He was working through all the knots with such care that you felt like you were melting into his hands.

He continued to massage you for a few more minutes, alternating between your shoulders and your neck until all your pain was gone. You hadn’t felt this relaxed in… God you couldn’t even remember. He finished with a gentle pat on your back, taking his seat across from you once again.

“Better?” He asked. You chuckled before sitting up straight.

“Um… Yeah actually. A-A lot better. I wasn’t expecting that.” You replied with a laugh. He places his hand over his heart, feigning offense.

“Such little faith in me.” He said with a smile. You shook your head.

“We’ve already burned through a quarter of our time together and I haven’t even started explaining anything. You’re a bad influence, Eddie Munson.” You said.

“In the flesh.”

>><<

You had been tutoring Eddie every weekday for the past two weeks, and his performance in class seemed to improve drastically. He asked to keep having sessions with you despite this, wanting to prepare as much as he could for the test that would be a significant chunk of his grade. You agreed, on the condition that he would continue giving you those massages.

And yes, you knew how weird it seemed, but you had been in such a better mood ever since Eddie started getting rid of your pain. So much so that Dustin confronted you, saying that you’d been acting weird and “goo-goo eyes over Eddie”. What did that twerp know anyways?

You knocked on the trailer door, wringing your hands over the strap of your bag in nervous anticipation. Why were you nervous? You’d spent so much time with him that you’d think you would’ve gotten over that by now. But this time around, the nervousness was different. Not like the first day when you were nervous because you were in a guy’s house who you never talked to before and was rumored to do dodgy shit, but a kind that made your heart thump loudly and your stomach do summersaults faster than a gymnast trying to show off. The kind that made you come up with weird analogies such as that one.

“(Y/n), you’re early,” Eddie said as he opened the door to let you inside. You smiled and took your bag off, setting it where you normally did.

“Yeah, one of my regulars canceled cause he was sick so you get me for a little longer today.” You replied.

“Sick with a fever or sick of you? Cause depending on which we may have something in common.” He said with a laugh. You frowned and looked at your feet. Did he really just say that he was sick of you? You pushed around a piece of carpet with the toe of your shoe, too embarrassed to look up, but in doing so you missed a key component of his joke. He took a swig of cough syrup, considering he’d been battling off a cold for the better half of a couple of days.

You sat at the small table for two in the living room area of his trailer, keeping your eyes glued downward. You heard a shuffle of feet and the movement of the chair as Eddie sat down across from you. He placed a cup of orange juice down before raising his eyebrows.

“Earth to (Y/n)? You didn’t check out on me did you?” He asked. You quickly glanced up before nodding. You didn’t know how you were going to salvage this.

“Oh yeah. I just remembered I was supposed to take Dustin out tonight though. A brother bonding thing our mom is making us do.” You said, grabbing your bag from the floor. Eddie raised his eyebrows, taken aback by your sudden declaration. You began to walk toward his door to let yourself out.

“O-oh, really? Alright. Yeah, no worries. I’ll see you tomorrow though, right?” He asked. You paused, a twinge of pain plucking your heartstrings. Why did he want to see you if he was so sick of you? But you didn’t have the guts to confront him.

“Y-Yeah… tomorrow.” You replied, walking out the door as soon as the words fell from your mouth. Eddie watched you get in your car and drive off. He always watched you leave, but this time it was different. It felt different. And maybe that different feeling was the reason that tomorrow never came.

Sure, the sun rose, the way it always does for tomorrow, but not for the tomorrow that he was supposed to see you. That day, 6:00 rolled around and you weren’t there, you weren’t rushing in late at 6:15, and you never called to cancel at 6:30. By 7:00 he was dialing Henderson’s number himself, because at 6:45 he’d convinced himself something terrible happened to you.

Your mom answered and apparently, you weren’t tutoring anyone anymore. Which was fine, he just thought you’d gotten close enough to tell him that yourself. When he asked to talk to you, she said you were busy showering. He leaned his head back and sighed in relief. The confirmation that you were safe was all he needed to be at ease.

“Okay, thank you, Ms. Henderson. Can you tell him to call me when he’s out? I have something important to tell him.” He asked. She said she’d relay the message to you and that was that. 8:00. 9:00. 10:00. 11:00. 12:00. And by 1:00 in the morning, he fell asleep by the phone, waiting on that call back that also never came.

Eddie found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. He knew you were okay. He knew that for whatever reason you told your mom to lie about your tutoring. He knew you were avoiding him on purpose. The one thing he didn’t know, was why.

Everything was fine one day and then totally fucked the next. He’d found himself falling for Henderson’s older brother and then suddenly you hate his guts? I mean, what were the odds of that happening?

He couldn’t take it anymore. It had only been a week without you and he was going stir crazy. Even if you told him you wanted him dead, he had to hear it for himself. No more listening to his thoughts running a mile a minute, coming up with the most outlandish reasons for your distance. He was going to get to the bottom of it and he wasn’t gonna give you the chance to use a lousy excuse like showering to get out of it.

He ducked behind the lockers, leaning against the wall that was ever so conveniently adjacent to the dark room. You passed it every day on your way to English, and he was going to have that conversation with you if it killed him.

Finally, he heard your voice, dropping things off at your locker and chatting with your friends. They went their separate ways to their respective classes and he heard the clang of the door. You were walking his way. He checked to make sure the coast was clear (his reputation was already bad, no need to make it worse) and once he deemed that it was, he grabbed your wrist to pull you into the dark room.

“What the fuck!?” You shouted.

“Shhh! It’s just me!” He replied. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Eddie? W-What are you doing? And where’s the damn light?” You asked, fumbling around the wall to search for a switch.

“No no no! Don’t do that! If you turn on the lights you’ll fuck up the photos and then the whole news club will kick my ass.” He whisper shouted. You laughed quietly at this, to which he sighed in response.

“You know I’ve missed that laugh.” He said. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment, glad it was shrouded by the darkness.

“Why have you been avoiding me (Y/n)?” He asked, his voice softer than you were used to. You frowned and looked at your feet.

“Last time I went to your house you said you were sick of me so I just… I didn’t think you’d care if I stopped showing up.” You replied, crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from whatever he was going to say.

“What? Sick of you? Why would I ever say that?”

“When I told you that my 5:00 canceled cause he was sick you said he was sick of me and that you had it in common with him! And don’t tell me I’m making anything up cause I remember it clear as day. I cried about it for hours when I got home.”

“Woah woah woah, slow down. I remember that too. But that wasn’t the full joke. I said ‘sick with a fever or sick of you? Cause depending on which we might have something in common.’” He replied. You rolled your eyes.

“Exactly.”

“(Y/n), I was also battling a fever. I drank medicine right after I said that to show you I was feeling sick. I’ve been coughing like crazy. Can’t you hear it in my raspy ass voice?” He asked with a laugh. You paused for a second, thinking over the sound of his voice and what he’d just said. Did you ignore him all week over a misunderstood joke?

“You were really sick?” You asked, almost too scared to hear the answer.

“Yes! You can even ask my uncle. I could never get sick of you. Shit, seeing you every day was the first thing I’ve ever looked forward to more than Hellfire days or Corroded Coffin performances.” He replied. You felt your heart start to thump faster once again.

“W-wait seriously? That’s so corny.” You said. You couldn’t see it, but Eddie’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

“You’re the one who cried all night cause you thought I said I was sick of you!” He retorted. You laughed before wrapping your arms around him, which he was taken aback by.

“I’ll never ignore you again Eddie Munson.” You said. He smiled down at you fondly, despite knowing you couldn’t see him. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his chin on your head.

“You better keep that promise, (Y/n) Henderson.”

And you did.

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tipsywench · 4 months

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I've been reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time and I'm about halfway through but this entire time I've been picturing a young Alan Rickman as Mr Darcy because I knew he was in some Jane Austen film and just assumed it was this one but he was actually in Sense and Sensibility

but whatever it works

#it totally works #alan rickman couldve done the awkward upper class snob thing #i like that my mind was like 'i gotta imagine these characters as actors in a film/tvseries ive never fucking seen' lol #'alan rickman did jane austen right okay whatever hes darcy now' thats the extent of my logic

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a-shadowedvales · 3 months

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i!!! i think i am about to change my canon once again (is anyone really all that surprised?) in the case of jane’s interactions at school. i am simply craving for her to find a group of girls, or even just one girl to befriend. someone who knows jane has some problems, but doesn’t care. (there’s a lot of rumours about her at school. that she was kidnapped as a child and grew up in an abusive household, and only recently was found by police and put back into the care of her mother and aunt. no one knows what’s true and what isn’t, but after the roller rink incident sam owens has to make an official story about her.) they genuinely like her. they don’t care that her speech pattern is a bit weird or the way she jumps at the sound of the school bells. or that she quite frankly, appears to be academically dumb. someone who thinks jane is a nice girl, fun to be around. someone jane can meet on her own, without connection to the party or anyone she knew previously. jane being able to make a friend on her own would majorly increase her confidence, and help her feel like she’s normal. her having important interactions outside the party / people connected to the upside down. someone who doesn’t know that side of her life, who just knows janessa ives, a girl who has some issues but is getting through them! i think it would be so fundamental to her social growth.

#out.#you can’t tell me that the angela / jane situation wouldn’t have been so much better if angela was nice.#the popular bully scenario was so cliche.#and while i genuinely enjoyed those scenes and thought they were very well done.#IMAGINE A POPULAR GIRL LIKED JANE AND TOOK HER UNDER HER WING???#it would have called for a way more interesting dynamic!#i’m gonna make this girl a canon character in jane’s story.#it will be done!#and then that girl having her own friends. and jane hanging out with them.#this girl probably feeling a bit sorry for jane at first bc she sees the way she’s treated at school.#so she offers to sit with her in class. a little out of pity.#but comes to REALLY enjoy her company.#and invites her to go out with her group of friends!#DHSKSKSKSK.#i’m fine i’m fine.#i have had this nameless character for 3 seconds and already she’s important to me and jane.#and this girl staying by jane after the roller rink incident???#as soon as she hears about it. she goes to the ives house to check up on jane.#TRULY THINKING SO MANY THOUGHTS!

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eccleraprisma · 2 years

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so i think i’ve cracked the code: the soldier poet king discourse (petty tiktok arguments about who is allowed to enjoy and interpret the song, jesus fandom members, dnd players or witches) all comes down to leftover satanic panic between dnd, the concept of witches and hating things queer people have a interest in. that being said i’m ending the discourse once and for all by saying its very bold of you to assume jesus wouldn’t have liked dnd. he walks around with his own party he’s the dm of, knows whats going to happen and tells them in the most cryptic way possible, knows every trap verbal and nonverbal, travels from city to city on a mission, has a certain play style that he won’t change (”can we rain meteors on this city that didn’t let us in?” “NO.”), does magic like healing and walking on water for crying out loud. thats someone who would love dnd. he’d play the game be like “okay can i rebuke the roman soldier this round?” and they’d be like “yes dude of course”. they let him break the rules and do whatever he wants btw they got tired of explaining them again and again

anyways this song can be about your craft, jesus, blorbo from your dnd and favorite show/movie or just your oc nobody can tell you that you can’t enjoy a song or not except really insecure young tiktok christians aged 14 to 17 but their opinions (and bigotry) don’t matter. maggie and tyler heath also do not care they told me personally. i am secularly listening to solider poet king right this moment actually, what are you gonna do about it kiddo? i am applying the whole dear wormwood album to my oc’s arc, are you gonna bust down my door? you’ll do nothing except hopefully learn that other people’s interests don’t threaten you or your religion

#soldier poet king #the oh hellos #im ending satanic panic too that shit was wack #people get so insecure when something the Think they own gets popular and other people start to love it too #thats what happened when soldier poet king got popular #sorry gay people like music too bitch get over yourself #imagine wasting your energy trying to 'flex' on witches for #existing? minding their damn business?#shut up jane #ive said my peace #think of literally every other song taken out of context but suddenly its illegal bc its allegedly about jesus or something #chill out

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juneberrie · 2 years

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mbav boys headcanons

pairing: ethan morgan x fem!reader, benny weir x fem!reader, rory keaner x fem!reader

— enjoy this compilation of thoughts ive had about benny, ethan, and rory that i decided would be better in one post instead of three separate ones

ethan morgan ♡

imagine calling ethan pretty boy

he gets so so so red

anyways

imagine you sitting on his bed and ethan's behind you, arms wrapped around your waist while he helps with homework

jane loves you. youre practically her best friend

argh ethan >>>> hes so pretty

remember that one episode when he gets called puppy face?

yeah thats ur contact name for him.

and also ^^

you just randomly squish his cheeks and call him puppy face

argue with the wall 💁‍♀️

benny weir ☆

benny definitely likes to call you "my girl"

its so cute

like he's constantly saying things like "attagirl" "that's my girl" stuff like that yk

and if you do any shows/sports he's screaming "THAT'S MY GF" at the top of his lungs

if you're sick, he tries convincing you to drink a potion he made "that'll make you feel better!! trust me!" and you, very obviously, are like, "ew no. the last time you gave me a feel-better potion, i grew pig ears" "THAT WAS ONE TIME"

wearing his collared shirts >>

would force you to watch terrible nerdy shows with him just so he can hang out with you

rory keaner ⚡︎

oh boy

if it was up to him, he'd wrap himself around you and never let go

soooo touchy

this boy's love language is physical touch

so be prepared for constant touching

you guys sit next to each other in science

and he always has his hand on ur thigh, around your shoulder, or he's holding your hand under the table

he has failed tests and assignments because he was too busy staring at you and thinking, "wowzer. thats my girlfriend."

10/10 calls you babe, honey, regular nicknames

but also

he 100% calls you silly goofy things like sweetcheecks, sugarplum, honeybun, terrible cringey nicknames that make you playfully whack him upside the head

he saw the lost boys once and then dressed like marko for like a week

i hc that rory knows how to sew, so he probably makes you a bunch of really silly stuff, like a shirt with "rory's girl" embroidered on the back in sequins 😭

#mbav #mbav x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire x reader #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #ethan morgan #ethan morgan x reader #benny weir x reader #benny weir #ethan mbav #rory mbav #benny mbav #[🧸] dear diary

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the-s1lly-corner · 8 months

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hii!!!

Could i ask for platonic headcannons (tadc) for jax,ragatha, pomni for a reader who acts like Jane Doe from ride the cyclone ( says the most random facts, doesnt know wtf is happening half of the time etc)

Sorry if this is a long ask.

And tysm

Jax, Ragatha, and Pomni x jane doe!type reader!

funny thing is that today ive gotten a second jane doe reader request, like an hour or so ago :O, so ill probably answer that one right after this so !! originally i was gonna tie the two asks into one post but idk, so uh uh !!! we'll see! speaking of, i need to get into RTC, i never really. got into it, outside of some of the songs (ballad of jane doe, talia, and noels lament have changed me) ill also be relying on the other persons ask to guide me on janes personality, so im not totally blind on this !! apologies for any inaccuracies !

POMNI:

she kind of finds your manner of speaking.. uncanny, in its own way. the flatness, the fact you dont put many emotion behind your words. and how you sometimes drop the most morbid bits of information (usually) unprompted

one time the two of you were doing an IHA and the topic of ants came up and you just started talking about how if ants find a rival colony they will engage in all out war in order to survive and claim the resources of the place. why did you start talking about ants? because caine conjured up an ant NPC to serve some role in the adventure

now if you have some knowledge on the digital world and its secrets and... perhaps a means of escape, then she may be more inclined to spend more time with you

RAGATHA:

sometimes she has to keep an eye on you when you guys are having an IHA, just so you dont wander off and possibly get hurt when you decide you dont much care for whats going on

"oh thats nice..! can you tell me more?" when you drop some random facts about something. imagine randomly dropping some facts about centipedes and she just. grins and tries to act casual while you have this sweet little look in your eyes

not much else to be said, i think she would indulge in your little fun facts if she thinks it will make you happy

JAX:

"no one wants to hear about your net facts, reader"/ref

but like its worded a little meaner, if that makes sense

only really seems interested if he can find a way to use the new knowledge to be a little shit

otherwise, i dont think he would interact with you often :( i dont really see him being the type to hang around a character like that SOBS

he thinks its funny if your facts earn a look or reaction from someone else, though

if not romantic, i could see the possibility for a friendship!

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader

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agarthanguide · 1 year

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There's something truly magical about late 19th century history paintings.

It's the last gasp of the French Academic style, but instead of lots of drapery and allegory, they are taking cues from the rising tide of archaeological research and forward-looking school of narrative illustration, which adds up to the first real attempts to depict the past as best they it could be imagined. These paintings have more in common with the old-(ish) National Geographic illustrations of life in ancient Knossos than they do with their contemporaries in the Pre-Raphaelite movement.

From top to bottom-

"Cardinal Richelieu at the Siege of La Rochelle," by Henri-Paul Motte (1881)- depicts the siege by the forces of Louis XIII of France, lead by Cardinal Richelieu, against the Huguenots in the port of La Rochelle, 1627-1628

"Bringing Home the Body of King Karl XII of Sweden," by Gustaf Cederstrom (1884)- depicts the route of the Swedish army following a failed invasion of Norway that ended with the death of King Karl XII, 1718

"Zenobia's Last Look on Palmyra," by Herbert Schmalz (1888)- depicts the Palmyrene Queen Septimia Zenobia in the moments before leaving her besieged capitol, having been captured by the forces of the Roman emperor Aureliuan, 272 AD

"Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks to Sultan Mehmed," by Ilya Repin (1880s)- depicts the supposedly historical story of the Cossacks sending an insulting reply to an ultimatum from the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, Mehmed IV, 1676

"The Execution of Lady Jane Grey," by Paul Delaroche (1833)- depicts the execution of the teenaged Lady Jane Grey, who had been elevated to the throne of England and Ireland for (approx) nine days in July of 1553. Her execution was at the Tower of London in February, 1554

"The Cadaver Synod" by Jean-Paul Laurens (1870)- depicts the posthumous trial of Pope Formosus by his eventual successor Pope Stephen VI ten months after Formosus' death, 897

"Chlodobert's Last Moments" by Albert Maignan (1880)- depicts the death of the Merovingian Prince Chlodebert, son of Chilperic I, before the tomb of Saint Medard, where the prince had been brought in the hope of a miracle, 580

#art #art history #long post #19th century

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conceptofjoy · 9 days

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ok what about the humans

june- depends on the girlies who cracked her egg :::;)

dave- mega roxy insp going on but ive made the post abt the hipster/2020s skatergirl thing

rose- hard to say. her fashion leans to darker punk styles? OH FUCK riot grrrl. thats my alpha rose hc.

jade- she’s dressed like she just walked outta justice and claires when she was 13 w the squiddle dress. but the iron lass, the felt, and the midnight crew dresses was hella nerdy /aff. bestowing earthly black girl aesthetic upon her 👑

jane- NEEEERRRDDDDDD <3 i love him to death but holy shit. pleeeease keep them and dirk away from the target graphic tee section!!! idk sburban butch? but like just as unhinged as they father. pull up to the meeting dressed like guy fieri <3

dirk- i said this before but he wanna be black so bad. but he is so white. jus so white. 90’s skater boy fashion. not even 2020s. i cant imagine him wearing like. a bowling alley print button up. total nerd like jane too tho, hes got a few batman shirts.

ROXYYYYYY- shes dressed to go to the club but she has never been to a club. she has comfy sneaks on but she got her lashes extended and has a vast array of wigs for the occasion. she is showing everybody UPPP. debatable if she’d get acrylics. maybe a french mani cause she’s on the keyboard a lot. party grrrl ;) well idk shes got a lot of other things going on too. she’s going to claires w rose n rose is being dramatic as if she also doesnt want to go. she could be a stellar flapper if she wanted to. idk shes a chameleon :3

jake- roxy has done some roxification majyyks on her!!! also a wonderful chameleon as a result. can rock the laura croft look, can rock trinity matrix’s look, can rock beatrix kill bill’s look. i just listed movie characters but let her have her fun :) also would totally serve while wearing a puffy pink long silk robe, swirling a glass of wine and twirling a handlebar mustache. ok found a word to describe the last two. CUNT. CUNTYYY ASF.

#d talks #ask

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fossette-promenade · 6 months

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2024 fashion predictions °●○♡

ive had a very strong belief that much like y2k, the early 2010s styles are going to come back!

with taylor swift being such a big name this year, i recalled some of her previous styles. looking back, she's very feminine, and almost "twee" or "quirky fashion"

we'll see lots of cozy clothes, cardigans. i think statement necklaces might come back too. much like the mary jane, the oxford style shoe will come back too.

but what does this mean for j-fashion, or lolita?

i think mori kei might have an uptick. much like how gyaru returned recently, mori will as well (first pic not mori, but how i imagine mori x twee could be?)

the shoes in the last images are like those birkenstocks that have been popular recently! and the bags in the swift image and 2nd pic are very similar!

in lolita, we may see a shift away from the larme color palette, of dusty pink and black, and see more earth tones and floral.

do you agree with my predicts (*´∀`)? what do you predict~?

#egl community #egl fashion #lolita fashion #jfashion #lolita blog #journal #mori kei #fashion #fashion predictions #fashion blogger #japanese fashion

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companion-showdown · 2 months

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Family Feud Nominations, Who is the Best Doctor Who Family

If I've missed a character out of one of the families let me know (within reason, I imagine all these families are massive in the EU, so prioritise tv or significant characters)

Currently, the only rule is no families may inculde anyone who is even ambiguously The Doctor, it'll get super complicated super fast imo

Any characters, eg River, who can link up multiple different families to create a single massive family unit will be treated on a case by case basis. If it is possible to pick one of the smaller family units that they are a part of to include them in while not including them in any of the others (in a way everyone will agree at least makes sense) they will be included in that family only, otherwise they will not be included

Please bare in mind when you are nominating that I am hoping to keep the number of nominations under 64 to run this as a mini-tournament. This is not a hard rule so if nominations do exceed 64 its not a big deal, just something I'd like everyone to bare in mind

Nominees

Foreman-Campbell (Susan, David, Alex)

Chesterton-Wright (Ian, Barbara, implied to be married after they leave)

McCrimmon (Jamie, Heather, V.M.McCrimmon, various others)

Waterfield (Victoria, Edward (father))

Lethbridge-Stewart (Kate, The Brigadier, Doris (Brig's wife in Battlefield), Archibald Hamish (TUAT), Gordon (Kate's son in Downtime), Kadiatu, The Great Intelligence, Lucy Wilson)

Grant/Jones (Jo, Cliff, Santiago (Jo's grandson in Death of the Doctor))

Smith (Sarah-Jane, Lavinia (aunt), Brendan Richards, Luke, Sky, Mr Smith, K9 (they are her family and I will not be hearing otherwise), Barbara, Eddie (parents in Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith))

Leela, Andred, Veega, Rayo

Adric and Varsh (brothers)

Nyssa, Tremas, and Kassia (daughter, father, step-mother)

Jovanka (Tegan, Vanessa (aunt in Logopolis), Colin (cousin in Arc of Infinity))

Turlough (Vislor, Malkon (brother in Planet of Fire))

McShane (Ace, Audrey (mother), Kathleen (grandmother), Liam (brother))

Tyler (Rose, Jackie, Pete, Tony (baby mentioned in Journey's End), no I will not be adding the metacrisis to this list)

Another Smith (Mickey, Rita (grandmother))

Slitheen

Harkness (Jack, Grey, parents, Alice Carter (daughter), Steven Carter(grandson))

Isolas (Fear Her)

Jones (Martha, Francine, Clive, Tish, Leo, Leo has a baby as well, Adeola Oshodi)

The Family of Blood

Redfern-Smith (Joan, John (various), possible dream children and grandchildren)

Shafe Kanes (from Utopia, Kristane, Beltone)

Mott-Noble-Temple (Donna, Sylvia, Wilf, Shaun, Rose)

The Adipose

Pond-Williams (Amy, Rory, River, Brian, Anthony, Amy's aunt and parents)

Owens: (Craig, Sophie, Stormageddon Dark Lord of All)

Gillyflower (Mrs Gillyflower, Ada)

Paternoster (Jenny, Vastra, Strax)

Oswald (Clara, Ellie, Dave (parents), grandmother, and I'm going to say Danny makes the cut, Orson)

Potts (Bill, Mother, Moira (foster mother))

O'Brien-Sinclair (Graham, Ryan, Grace, Aaron (Ryan's father))

Khan (Yaz, Najia (mother), Hakim (father), Sonya (sister), Umbreen (grandmother))

Lewis (Dan, Eileen (mother), Neville (father))

Swarm and Azure

Bel, Vinder and their as yet unborn child

Sunday (Ruby, Carla, Cherry, many many foster siblings)

The TARDIS and Lolita

Little House of Cwej

The House of Lungbarrow (Grandfater Paradox, Qenceus, Inocet, various cousins, Irving Braxiatel, Maggie Matsumoto, Ulysses, Penelope GAte, Anna Joyce)

The House of Dvora (Morbius, The War King, Thessalia, Romana, various others)

Langer (Clyde, Carla (mother), Paul (father))

Jackson (Maria, Alan, Chrissie)

Chandra (Rani, Haresh, Gita)

The Wu Diaspora (Cindy Wu and her clones)

Munmeth and Mutmunna (Medicine Man)

Ada and Alice Obiefune

Who (Susan, Barbara, Louise)

Jones-Davies (Ianto, Rhiannon, Johnny, David, Mica)

Summerfield (Bernice, Issac, Claire, Jason Kane, Peter, Wolsey, Keith, Rebecca, Cousin Eliza, Benedict I-IV, Christine)

Miller (Lucie, Pat (aunt))

Schofield (Hex, Cassie, Hilda)

House of Witforge (Narvin, Lenaris, Helico, Narvin's father, Rexin)

Faction Paradox

Pollard (Charley, Louisa, Richard, Margaret, Edward Grove, The Sound Creature)

Mesh Cos, Lon Shel, Julian White Mammoth Tusk

Cooper-Williams (Gwen, Rhys, Anwen, Geraint, Mary (Gwen's parents))

Chenka (Liv, Tula, Kal, Garlon Rosh)

Sinclair (Helen, Albie, Trev Bailey)

Forrester

Proctor (Cleo, Jordan, parents)

Nominations will be open until Midday Friday (03/05, 12:00 BST (GMT/UTC +1)), I will try and give a more specific time then

#family feud: nominations

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rexscanonwife · 28 days

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btw during pride month I'm paying extra special attention to my female f/os and crushes and drawing my male f/os as butch lesbians 💖🫶💖

#jane journals #self insert talk #im already kinda on a shepherd kick ugh i love her!! and i gotta draw more stuff with barb too!!!#and ive got lots of other female crushes #vmbut me and ruby were talking once about f/os as butch lesbians and i think i blacked out a little 🥴🥴🥴#ESPECIALLY REX UGH CAN YOU IMAGINE #I CAN. AND I GOTTA DRAW IT!!!

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Hours on the Clock | eddie munson

SPOILER FREE

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | (Henderson) she/her (he ver.)(they ver.)

requested | @theimaginationgotmegood

warnings | mild angst with a happy ending

word count | 3,075

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Could I request a Henderson|SisterxEddie or Steve imagine where she helps him study/apply for something cuz Dustin begged her to and she has pretty tensed neck/shoulders and he massages it for her. After that they become friends and he keeps on easing her pain, like whenever they are together (cuz she‘s the kid‘s ride) and it‘s just become normal for everyone. But she understands a joke from him wrong and becomes insecure, pushes him away until he confronts her and then just fluff maybe? This would be amazing!

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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“So please enlighten me on what was so important that you had me waiting out here for…” You paused to check your watch. “47 minutes.”

“We were talking with Eddie about the hellfire club,” Dustin replied. You raised your eyebrows.

“I thought hellfire was on Fridays.” You said. Dustin sighed and dropped his head against the headrest.

“(Y/n), aren’t you in English honors?” Mike asked. Your eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror so you could see his face.

“Yes?” You questioned. Dustin looked over his shoulder at Mike and then back at you.

“And you tutor on the side for money!” He exclaimed. You sighed, seeing exactly where he was going with this.

“I tutor freshmen on the side for money so they're better prepared for their classes, not seniors who flunked two years in a row.” You replied. Lucas laughed.

“She’s got you there Dustin.”

“(Y/n), please. I’ll do anything. Consider all your chores for the next month done, alright?” He pleaded. You raised your eyebrows and glanced at him from the side of your eyes.

“Seriously? It’s that important that I tutor this guy?” You ask. Dustin nodded feverishly.

“Yes.” He deadpanned. You sighed.

“Alright. I’ll fit him into my schedule. But you better hold up your end of the deal.” You said as you flicked his hat downward. He smiled.

“I will, I promise. And thank you.”

>><<

“Your Henderson’s sister, right?”A man with long hair asked. Eddie Munson. You’d seen him around school but never opted to talk to him.

“In the flesh.” You replied. He stepped out of the frame so you could walk in, to which you hesitantly did so.

“Um… Dustin tells me your failing-“

“Horribly. Crashing and burning in fact. Which is where you come in Henderson-“

“(Y/n). My name is (Y/n).” You reply. He smiles.

“(Y/n) Henderson. Pleasure. As I was saying, I’m in dire need of assistance. In fact, the hellfire club depends on it.”

“Something wrong?” Eddie asked. You looked up at him and gave a halfhearted laugh.

“Yeah sorry. It’s… It’s nothing.” You reply, waving him off. You doubted he wanted to listen to you talk about your problems.

“No no please, enlighten me. I mean, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together so we might as well share our deepest darkest secrets.” He said as he leaned his fin on the palm of his hand. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the way he spoke. It was odd but… charming.

“And how does that make you feel?” He said, staring at you intently, which only made you laugh harder.

“Oh come on. I pour my heart out to you and you say that. What a dick.” You reply. He smiles.

“You’re right, I do apologize m’lady. However could a mere court jester such as myself make it up to the likes of you?” He asked. You snickered, but soon after felt another twinge of pain shoot down your neck and across your shoulders. You groaned again, pressing your fingers into the places it felt the tightest.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a masseuse as well as a jester, would you?” You asked, running with whatever bit he had going. He shrugged.

“I dabble.” He replied. You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him.

“You’re serious?”

“These fingers aren’t just good for playing guitar you know. Let me give it a shot.” He said, wiggling his fingers at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair.

“I-I mean if you want to give it a go, by all means.” You replied. You couldn’t help but ask yourself how you managed to get here.

“Better?” He asked. You chuckled before sitting up straight.

“Um… Yeah actually. A-A lot better. I wasn’t expecting that.” You replied with a laugh. He places his hand over his heart, feigning offense.

“Such little faith in me.” He said with a smile. You shook your head.

“We’ve already burned through a quarter of our time together and I haven’t even started explaining anything. You’re a bad influence, Eddie Munson.” You said.

“In the flesh.”

>><<

“(Y/n), you’re early,” Eddie said as he opened the door to let you inside. You smiled and took your bag off, setting it where you normally did.

“Yeah, one of my regulars canceled cause he was sick so you get me for a little longer today.” You replied.

“Earth to (Y/n)? You didn’t check out on me did you?” He asked. You quickly glanced up before nodding. You didn’t know how you were going to salvage this.

“Oh yeah. I just remembered I was supposed to take Dustin out tonight though. A brother-sister bonding thing our mom is making us do.” You said, grabbing your bag from the floor. Eddie raised his eyebrows, taken aback by your sudden declaration. You began to walk toward his door to let yourself out.

“Okay, thank you, Ms. Henderson. Can you tell her to call me when she’s out? I have something important to tell her.” He asked. She said she’d relay the message to you and that was that. 8:00. 9:00. 10:00. 11:00. 12:00. And by 1:00 in the morning, he fell asleep by the phone, waiting on that call back that also never came.

Everything was fine one day and then totally fucked the next. He’d found himself falling for Henderson’s older sister and then suddenly you hate his guts? I mean, what were the odds of that happening?

“What the fuck!?” You shouted.

“Shhh! It’s just me!” He replied. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Eddie? W-What are you doing? And where’s the damn light?” You asked, fumbling around the wall to search for a switch.

“You know I’ve missed that laugh.” He said. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment, glad it was shrouded by the darkness.

“Why have you been avoiding me (Y/n)?” He asked, his voice softer than you were used to. You frowned and looked at your feet.

“What? Sick of you? Why would I ever say that?”

“Exactly.”

“You were really sick?” You asked, almost too scared to hear the answer.

“W-wait seriously? That’s so corny.” You said. You couldn’t see it, but Eddie’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

“You’re the one who cried all night cause you thought I said I was sick of you!” He retorted. You laughed before wrapping your arms around him, which he was taken aback by.

“I’ll never ignore you again Eddie Munson.” You said. He smiled down at you fondly, despite knowing you couldn’t see him. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his chin on your head.

“You better keep that promise, (Y/n) Henderson.”

And you did.

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deconstructthesoup · 1 month

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Y'know what, screw the "voice designs get unlocked when you unlock the voices," I love all these ladies and I'm gonna talk about them.

So!

Apprentice is basically dressed like a cute wizard girl you'd see in an anime or video game---big hat, comfy cloak, frilly skirt, thigh-high boots, and an equally frilly button-up. It's her first day at wizard school, she's starry-eyed and ready to learn, but she's still incredibly naive. She's also got a wand, because how else are you going to learn how to cast spells?

By contrast, Curious is more of a "cozy librarian" type girl---big comfy sweater, big comfy skirt, glasses on a chain. She doesn't have multiple heads or arms or anything like the Stranger does, even though she's a Stranger equivalent, but her features are... floating is the best term I can use to describe it. She's confused, she wants to know more, she's gained through moments where questioning things leads to mixed results---our girl's a bit scattered, and that's okay.

Charming is styled more like your typical Halloween witch---big black hat, black dress, belt stocked with potions, and a badass magic staff. She's still got catlike features, because she wouldn't be herself without them, and... yeah, no, Charming's design is pretty standard, all things considered. She's a devious little magical catgirl.

Warrior is a full-on lady knight. She's fully dressed like your typical paladin---gorgeously designed armor, a billowing cape, and an enormous fuck-you sword. And while she definitely has a bit of an ego, this woman is very much your classic knight devoted to a cause. All of the Voices secretly have a thing for her. Especially Researcher.

Restless is styled in a Victorian fashion---fancy updo, corset, heavy skirts, puffy sleeves---and she looks every bit as ghostly as her canon counterpart. She's someone who can't handle stagnation, and just wants the freedom to be impulsive and crazy... hence, why she looks like the tortured heroine of a gothic novel.

Doll also has a Victorian aesthetic, but it's more akin to, well, a spooky doll---frilly black dress, pigtails, the whole nine yards. I also imagine her, weirdly enough, holding a doll, just so she can have something to squeeze when things get really freaky. She's got Jane Doe vibes.

Humbled is bound in chains like Prisoner is in canon, but she's dressed in rags instead of a princess dress. Her whole thing is that she's been beaten down and made to believe that she's lesser, and her design kind of reflects what it feels like to be at rock bottom and being kicked when you're down---even though she is much smarter than she believes herself to be. (And yes, I am drawing from insecurities based on having been a neurodivergent kid with strict and exacting teachers, what of it?)

Hateful is still a large devil girl, but she's visibly unwell (bags under her eyes, sunken features, regularly coughs up blood), she's dressed in a hospital gown, and there's still IVs in her arms that aren't attached to anything but are nigh-on impossible to remove. I've considered renaming her Voice of the Patient, except she's... well, the opposite of patient. She's essentially meant to be someone who is sick and is getting worse by the minute, but keeps on fighting anyway because she doesn't know how to do anything else.

Prepared still has a lot of animalistic features in her design, though she looks less like a prowling beast and more like someone who's well on their way to becoming one---basically, werewolf vibes. She's kind of meant to be a contrast to the Inventor's more industrial style, representing a natural force that's apprehensive towards all the metal and gears and is hell-bent on proving that he doesn't have an advantage. She has the instincts of an animal, and she can guide us through... hopefully.

And last but not least, Rebel is the most modern out of everyone else---baggy pants, combat boots, chain wallets, leather jacket, the whole shebang. If the Substitute is the teacher who has no idea what he's doing, then Rebel is the student who's slacking off, cutting class, and has no other motivation other than to be a thorn in authority's side. In my opinion, the Razor is the only one who really breaks away from all the fantasy vibes of all the other vessels, and I think that should carry over into her voice equivalent.

#slay the princess #slay the professor au #stp the damsel #stp the stranger #stp the witch #stp the tower #stp the specte #stp the nightmare #stp the prisoner #stp the adversary #stp the beast #stp the razor

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cowgurrrl · 10 months

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Let The Light In

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: "It waits and then you remember again. Then again. Then again. Then again. Linear time is a gift given to those with better luck." - Itzá by Ríos de la Luz

Warnings: nightmares, discussions of SLC, PTSD symptoms, talks of Jane and Adam, learning to live again

You jolt awake, pushing up on your elbows as your chest heaves. You swing your legs off the side of the bed and ground yourself in the cold floor of your bedroom as uncontrollable gasps hiccup in your throat. Thunder shakes the house, but it sounds more like a bomb. Bill's tripwire bombs. The smoke bomb the Fireflies tossed under your feet before they ripped Ellie away from you. The bomb that killed Jane. You press a trembling hand to your chest, and tears sting your eyes. It was so real.

It's been a month since you returned from Salt Lake City, and you're still putting the pieces together. They took her while you were unconscious, probably because they realized you couldn't be trusted to let her go while you could fight back. You reasoned that's why you and Joel ended up with concussions. A wounded dog is easier to kill. You woke up without Joel for the first time in a year. You couldn't see or hear him. You didn't even know if he was alive until a Firefly came and escorted you to his hospital room on the opposite side of the abandoned wing.

"Honey," he murmured into your hair as he hugged you. You could get ten more concussions and never forget how he sounded when he said the pet name. When you pulled away from him, he looked behind you as if Ellie would be standing right there. "Where's Ellie?"

"What?" You asked. "I thought she was with you."

"I thought she was with you." This is where things get blurry. You remember panic and rage making your head swim. You remember Marlene talking to you and telling you about the procedure. You remember Joel being pushed to the floor before dejectedly begging for her life. You and Joel were forced out of the wing at some point, a Firefly pressing a rifle into the base of your neck as you walked down the stairs. Joel stopped, and you felt his muscles twitching before he actually turned. A shot was fired, and your memory ends like a tape being recorded over.

It comes back in flashes, if at all. Pulling ammunition and weapons from the bodies of Fireflies. You and Joel going shot for shot, not hesitating to shoot when you saw a flicker of movement. The dingy murals in the children's ward depicting animals and sunshine as you walked past with blood soaking the soles of your boots. Ellie. Her unconscious body burdened with wires and IVs. The nurses handled her like a science experiment instead of a child. Someone shot the doctor. Was it you or Joel? Was it both?

"Please." Marlene.

You jump and turn around like she'll be right behind you, bleeding out on the floor, but there's nothing. Just the rumpled sheets and the empty space where Joel should be. You wipe your tears, suddenly all too aware of how alone you are, and walk down the hallway to search for him. Lightning streaks through the sky, and the rain pounds harder against your windows, but you ignore it. You fight the hammering in your chest and the blood you imagine soaking the carpet with every step until you’re in front of Ellie's door.

You calm down enough to quietly turn the doorknob and peek your head in her room. She's safe and tucked into bed just as she was when you last checked on her. Her lamp casts a dim glow across her features, and you're able to count her breaths as she sleeps. She twitches every so often as she battles her own nightmares, and it takes everything in you to not cross the threshold and smooth her hair and tell her she's okay. She's safe. You'd never let anything happen to her. That's why you're here, right? Sobbing in the dark after a few claps of thunder because you refuse to let anything or anyone touch her. You count twenty of her inhales and exhales before you can peel away from the sight of her and move downstairs.

Joel's right where you expect him to be, sitting on the couch, facing the front door, with a gun in his hand. Watch schedule's been hard to break. You fall asleep before Joel and often wake up in the middle of the night, around the time he'd wake you for second watch. Even if you somehow sleep longer than usual, nightmares force you awake until you have no choice but to be conscious. Ellie would also never admit it, but she sleeps through the night when she knows someone is up keeping watch. More than once, you've noticed her resting peacefully after Joel mentions something about staying awake as she climbs the stairs to go to bed.

"Hey," Joel mumbles once he catches sight of you, adjusting his grip on his gun like he's trying to hide it. "You okay?"

"Nightmare." You admit as you settle on the opposite side of the couch. He flips the safety and glances at the door and through the windows again before facing you. His eyes are heavy with fatigue, and his left leg is elevated on the coffee table in front of him. The rain must be hurting his knee, you think.

"How bad?"

"'S a miracle I didn't wake up screaming." You say, and he grimaces. He ejects the magazine from the gun and sets it on the table, disarming himself and reaching for you all in one motion. He pulls you into his side, his warm arm welcomes your cold body, and kisses your temple once you rest against him. It's been weird learning how to be out in the open with Joel. You're so used to rushed kisses and sworn secrets. It's nice to lean into him in public or kiss him goodbye before patrol, but it also feels like you're two baby deer oblivious to whatever rifle is pointed in your direction. Even in private, you catch yourself looking over your shoulder before relaxing into his touch.

"D'you wanna talk bout it?" Joel asks gently, and you shake your head.

"It's always the same."

"Jane?" He asks, and your first instinct is to say no because you're not sure. It's been fifteen years since you lost Jane, sixteen since Adam. Every night for sixteen years, you've been plagued with memories of a misplaced bite, a single gunshot, a shallow, small grave outside the QZ. You scan what you remember of your nightmare, and, of course, you catch glimpses of them. You see Adam's kind eyes and hear Jane's voice, but there's overlap: all from the hospital, all surrounding Ellie.

"Hey," Joel snaps you out of your thoughts, shifting you in his arms so he can look at your face. You blink and look around like you forgot where you were before settling on Joel's worried eyes again. "Talk to me."

"We need to be more honest with each other if we're gonna keep doing... whatever it is we're doing," the memory of Adam mumbling into your hair rings in your ears. "No more secrets."

No more secrets.

"I, uh... I had a nightmare about the Fireflies," you say. "About Ellie." He takes a deep breath, and his lips press into a thin line. For half a second, you wonder if he regrets pushing you to talk.

"Yeah, I get 'em too." He says with alarming honesty, and you nod. The pitter-patter of rain fills the silence between you as you think about what to say to the only person in the world who knows the horrors you committed that day.

"They're not... It's not," you struggle. "The memories aren't altogether like they're out of order or something. And I've been trying to figure them out, but I just can't."

"What d'you remember?" He asks, and you freeze because you know what you remember. You know you remember ruthlessly unloading round after round like it would be enough to pierce the earth and bring your daughter back. You know you remember taking Ellie from Joel as the car idled in the garage and flinching because you swore her weight was Jane's instead. You know you remember the dead look in his eyes after he shot a wounded Marlene. She wasn't a threat then. She wasn't holding a knife to his throat or even capable of raising her weapon. She wasn't a threat, but then again, how many of the Fireflies weren't, and you still killed them? Joel grabs your hand and squeezes. "I can take it."

The weight of remembrance is heavy on your shoulders. You think maybe it always will be. But now, you don't have to carry it alone because here is this man, this terrifying mountain of a man, who's asking you to give him some of the weight. Who's pleading with you to let him handle some of the burden. Who's willing to take it not because he doesn't trust you to handle it but because he can see how it drags you down. So, you give it to him. You hand him memories worthy of another sixteen years of screaming through the night, and he takes them with grace, holding your hand the whole time.

He fills in the gaps for you with his memories, some brutal enough to make your stomach turn and others make you want to cry. He says you wouldn't put Ellie down once you got in the car, that you crawled into the backseat with her head in your lap, and wouldn't let him touch either of you. Your hands shook as you smoothed her hair down and checked that her arm wasn't still bleeding even though the prick from the IV wouldn't end up scarring her. Even though he'd watched you stab a man three times your size with the hands of a surgeon. He says you talk about her in your sleep as he drove back to Jackson.

"I didn't know what to do. I still don't," he shakes his head, disappointed in himself. "Figured I'd just... leave you alone till you were ready to talk bout it."

"Is that part of the reason why you don't come up to bed with me?" You ask, and a muscle in his jaw jumps.

"I'm not good at stuff like this, but I'm good at this. I'm good at keepin' y'all safe."

"Joel, I don't want a guard dog," you lean in to make sure he sees the truth of your words spelled out on your face. "I want you." The wrinkle between his brows deepens, and you have to resist the urge to smooth it away with your thumb. He swallows hard and looks at you, lost.

"I don't know how to be anythin' else." He confesses quietly. Your heart aches, and your throat feels raw as you push up on your knees and take his face in your hands. He doesn't flinch.

"I don't think I do either," you say. "But maybe we can learn. If not for each other, then, at least, for her." He nods in your hands and rests his forehead against yours.

"For her."

The habits will take months, maybe even years, to break. You'll have to remind yourself to stop reaching for a weapon every time a voice gets too loud. Joel will have to learn to stop keeping things to himself. You'll go through growing pains and arguments and long nights. But, eventually, you'll learn how to be a civilian again. You’ll learn to be something other than a weapon. You’ll learn to be a mom again.

For her.

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#when you’re lost in the darkness #look for the light #joel miller #joel miller series #joel miller the last of us #joel tlou #the last of us series #the last of us x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel and ellie #platonic ellie williams

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