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supernovaslut · 1 year

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Track 1: RHIANNON

Joel Miller x OC

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, canon typical violence, guns, minor character deaths, Joel being Joel

A.N. – This series will be based off the show to make my life easier, but you can imagine either Joel in the story. I'll be using gifs of them interchangeably. All chapter titles are based off of Fleetwood Mac songs that match the story, Joel and Rhia’s relationship, or both. Rhiannon is pronounced Ree-an-uhn. Rhia is pronounced Ree-uh.

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“She is like a cat in the dark And then she is to darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?”

The sun was setting. After a day’s trek through the forest, Joel and Ellie had finally gotten far enough for Joel to allow them to rest.

The pair sat against adjacent trees, not a word shared between them save for a “This way” or a “Shh” from Joel whenever he heard a strange noise. They were both still reeling from Tess’ sacrifice that morning.

“So who’s Rhia?” Ellie asked after a blissful 6 hours of silence.

“A friend,” Joel answered curtly.

“Tess said-” Ellie started.

“Don’t. Finish your sandwich, we’re almost there,” Joel said, shoving the rest of his measly protein bar in his mouth and standing. He checked his gun was loaded with the safety off for the 15th time that day, nerves shooting through him when so much as a twig snapped.

It wasn’t even fully because of Tess. No, he’d spent most of the day thinking about that and would probably spend the next month doing the same. Right now, though, right now he was nervous to see her again. They hadn’t seen each other in over a year and he knew she wouldn’t be keen to see him tonight, if she was even still alive. But he wasn’t anxious over her impending wrath, he was worried she may not be there at all. It had been so long without a word, but Joel knew that was his own fault.

A couple hours later, Joel spotted the house. It was more of a cottage in the middle of the woods, ivy overgrown, nature slowly reclaiming its fallen brothers, sticking to every inch of the wooden structure. The windows were all drawn shut, including the large circular one set as far up along the front wall as it could get. Joel paused, stopping Ellie beside him by simply sticking an arm out.

“What?”

“Shh,” he cut her off, pulling out his gun. He slowly walked to the front door, Ellie quietly following behind. For all of Ellie’s brashness, she knew when to shut up.

Joel knocked on the door. They waited. He knocked again. Nothing. He tried the handle and the door swung right open. Joel went into full defense mode, keeping Ellie behind him and holding his gun up and ready. They stepped into the house, Joel checking every nook and cranny, opening every door. They made their way through the living room and towards the kitchen.

As Joel stepped through the archway, he heard a gun cock and metal press to the side of his head. Ellie gasped, freezing in place. Joel’s eyes followed the gun down to pale, sun spotted hands up the arms and there she was.

The dusting of freckles across her soft nose, the round lips pointed up in the center, eyes brown as bark to match the fiery red hair loose over her shoulders, knots and twigs snagged in the bloody waves like she’d come straight from the forest. Their eyes met and the girl’s brows shot up, lip parting in shock until finally—

“Joel?”

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*5 years ago*

“Joel?”

“Joel, you hear me?” Bill asked again, waving a hand in front of Joel’s face.

“Oh, I heard you. I just must’ve heard wrong, ’cause I thought you said you brought someone new for this run,” Joel said, arms crossed as he stood in front of Bill in his living room.

Frank and Tess were out in the garage, filling the truck with supplies for the short trip. They were headed a couple hours south to trade guns with some fireflies for food, medicine, and drugs … though medicine and drugs were often the same thing. “She’s good. Tested them myself when I watched ’em sneak in, take some food and a painting from the art shop down the road, and leave,” Bill said, smiling like a little shit.

“Oh, ’cause a thief is exactly what we need on a smuggling run,” Joel said sarcastically.

“What’s exactly what we need on a smuggling run?” Tess asked, wiping her hands on her pants as she walked into the house.

“Tess, you hear this shit? Bill’s having us bring some stranger with us,” Joel said, looking to Tess for backup.

“Yeah, I heard. It’ll be fun,” Tess said. Bill let out a chuckle he quickly masked as a cough when Joel snapped his head in his direction.

“We get backstabbed and killed, it’s on you,” Joel said, pointing at Bill before stalking off.

Joel walked out the front door, huffing as he made it down the front lawn to the middle of the street. He looked down the road to the only entrance or exit and saw a figure standing in front of it, covered in shadows from the backlit sun. Not behind it in the outside world, they were in front of it, inside the neighborhood.

Joel pulled out his gun, yelling down the road, “You move, I shoot. Who the hell are you?”

The figure put their hands up, walking forward. Joel didn’t shoot.

“Who the hell are you? Where’s Bill? He told me to come,” the figure called, Joel recognizing a woman’s voice. He kept the gun up as she approached.

“Joel, put the damn gun down,” he heard Tess call from the front lawn, Bill and Frank following close behind.

“Rhiannon! Welcome,” Frank called, waving at her. She waved back, close enough now so Joel could really see her. She was young, not a child, but not nearly as old as him or the rest of his group. Early-mid twenties, if he had to guess. She had long, bright red hair that burned a halo around her in the sunlight. She wore a white tank top, a bomber jacket over it to keep her warm from the late fall weather. She wore sunglasses and beat up high tops, pushing the former up her face and back into her hair as she came to a stop in front of Joel and the others, using it like a headband. Joel didn’t realize he had lowered his gun until that moment.

“Hi,” she said, looking at Bill and Frank.

“Rhiannon, this is Tess and Joel,” Frank said, politely. Joel tried his damndest to keep his eyes from rolling, settling for a deep sigh instead.

“Please,” she smiled, looking at Tess. Her eyes flicked to Joel’s, curiosity and suspicion swirling in her wood-colored eyes, “Call me Rhia.”

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*Now*

“Rhia,” Joel grunted, waiting for her to put the gun down. Instead, she pressed it further against his head, brows dropping as her lip curled into a snarl.

“Joel,” she said, voice low, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I thought you said she was a friend,” the young girl frozen behind him said.

“Who’s the kid?” Rhia asked, motioning to her with her gun without pointing it at her.

“Cargo.” “I’m Ellie,” Joel and Ellie said at the same time.

“Can you put the gun down?” Joel asked exasperatedly.

“No,” Rhia said, tilting her head to the side, “Why are you here?”

“We need your help, apparently,” Ellie spoke up, gaining confidence and walking around the living room, examining the framed photos on the fireplace mantel. Rhia sighed and lowered the gun, resting it against the fridge. Joel relaxed as well, putting his gun back in its holster.

“Whatever it is, find someone else to do it. I’m busy,” Rhia said, walking past Joel and into the living room.

“What could you possibly be busy with?” Joel scoffed.

“Doing anything but helping you,” Rhia smiled, sitting on the couch. The house was cleaner than Ellie expected. From what the outside looked like, she expected the inside to be as dilapidated and abandoned, but this house looked lived in. The living room was clean, with plants growing on every surface. Odd knick knacks, like glittery rocks, a painting of a sad clown, or a nutcracker with a missing arm, filled the gaps.

“You have a cat?!” Ellie asked excitedly, holding up a bag of cat treats.

“Used to,” Rhia looked pointedly at Joel, “died a few months ago.” She looked back at Ellie, “One of the very few beings to live a full life nowadays.”

“How long have you lived here?” Ellie asked, running her finger along the ridges of a geode. Rhia looked back at her and huffed out a breath as she counted in her head.

“6, maybe 7 years now,” she finally said.

“You from around here?” Ellie asked.

“No. You ask a lot of questions, kid,” Rhia chuckled.

“She does,” Joel sighed. Rhia’s smile dropped hearing his voice, her head turning back to face him with a dark look in her eyes.

“I’m not gonna help. Whatever it is, I want nothing to do with it or you,” Rhia said, standing, “Ask Tess or somethin’.” Rhia began to walk away again when–

“Tess is dead,” Joel said, as if he were simply telling her the weather. Rhia froze midstep, her back to Joel. Ellie stopped playing with whatever tchotchke she’d found and looked somberly between Rhia and Joel.

“What happened?” Rhia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Joel stood silently, unable to force the words out. Ellie spoke up for him, “She was bitten. She sacrificed herself so we could get away.”

Rhia took a deep breath, her back still facing the pair. Tears hung for dear life on the edges of her lashes as she took a deep breath, forcing herself back into composure. She spun around, facing Joel and Ellie who stood side by side by the fireplace.

“It’s dark out. You can stay for the night, but I want you both gone by morning,” Rhia said before spinning back around and heading up the stairs.

“Well, that went well,” Ellie said after a moment, “What’d you do to her, man?” Joel looked gruffly at Ellie, his eyes hardened.

“We leave at first light,” he said and then stalked off in the opposite direction of Rhia, leaving Ellie alone in the living room.

“Great. Cool. I’ll just sleep on the couch then, yeah?” Ellie called out to no one in particular.

“No.”

Ellie jumped, turning to see Rhia holding a pillow and blanket in her arms.

“Follow me,” she said and went back up the stairs. Ellie grabbed her backpack and followed her, no longer caring where Joel had gone. She wanted to follow the cool chick that put the moody, old man in his place.

She followed the woman down a hallway where she opened a closet. Ellie watched her fiddle with something on the ceiling and then a hatch opened, Rhia pulling a foldout ladder from the opening. She climbed up; Ellie followed suit.

When Ellie’s head popped through the hole, her eyes went wide. The attic was decorated as half a cozy bedroom and half a supply bunker. Stacks of canned food formed a castle, figurines placed on top and around like a living kingdom. Fairy lights were strung around the room, illuminating it in a soft glow. Two twin mattresses were pressed against each other by the window, forming one large bed. Rhia walked over and pulled the comforter back, pushing one twin mattress to the side and dropping the pillow and blanket she’d been holding onto it.

“You’ll sleep here. I’ll be right next to you. Not ’cause I don’t trust you, even though I really don’t, but because I don’t trust what’s out there. You’ll be safer up here,” Rhia said, gesturing to the bed.

“Where will Joel sleep?” Ellie asked.

“Down in the master bedroom. He can fend for himself,” Rhia shrugged, grabbing a can of vienna sausages and cracking it open. She popped one in her mouth.

“So, why do you hate him?” Ellie asked, putting her bag down by the makeshift bed and sitting on the mattress.

Rhia laughed, waving a sausage around, “God, where do I start?”

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*5 Years Ago*

Joel sat in the driver’s seat of the car, one hand on the wheel watching the trees zoom past. Tess was knocked out in the backseat, having switched spots with Rhia when they stopped to fill the truck with gas. Rhia sat in the passenger seat, reading a book. Neither her or Joel had spoken a word to each other since getting in the car.

Rhia sighed, closing her book, and turned to Joel, “So how’d you meet Bill and Frank?”

Joel said nothing, didn’t even shift in his seat.

“Ya know, if we’re gonna work together, you’re gonna have to talk to me at some point.”

Still nothing.

“Ok, what’s your deal, man?”

Joel scoffed, “My deal is that Bill and Frank thought bringing a kid on this run was a good idea.”

“I’m not a kid,” Rhia huffed, crossing her arms, “I’m 24.”

Joel let out a humorless laugh, “Oh, yeah you really showed me!”

“Listen, grandpa, just cause my joints don’t creak when I stand up doesn’t mean I ain’t useful on the job,” Rhia said. Joel pursed his lips in annoyance at the “old man” comment.

“Listen,” Rhia started, turning her body towards Joel, “We got off on the wrong foot … or rather the wrong end of the gun. I-”

“Look, I don’t care to know a thing about you and you don’t need to know a thing about me. We do the job, we get back, and then we go our separate ways. Good? Good,” Joel said, leaving no room for conversation.

Rhia rolled her eyes, opening her book again, “Whatever, old man.”

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*Now*

“He’s selfish. He’s standoffish. He’s rude. He doesn’t like bananas which is such a red flag. He-” Rhia sighs, wiping a hand down her face, “Look for all the shitty things he is, you’ve got a good bodyguard for wherever you guys are going. He’s deadly with any sort of weapon and protective of whoever he’s with. You’ll be safe with him.”

“You could come, too,” Ellie said.

Rhia shook her head, “It’s not a good idea … Where are you guys even headed? Why’s he lugging a kid along?”

Ellie was quiet for a long moment, debating whether to tell her. She looked up at the woman, face illuminated in the faint glow of the lights, her oversized shirt basically swallowing her. She knew deep down that she could trust her, especially if Joel was willing to ask her for help.

“I’m … special,” Ellie started, “Joel’s taking me to the Fireflies in Colorado.”

“Joel? Crossing the country with a kid for the Fireflies? You must be real fuckin’ special, kid,” Rhia shook her head, then paused. No, she thought, it wasn’t possible. She looked at Ellie who looked back at her as if to say, yes, it is.

“Show me,” Rhia said, sitting on the other mattress, facing Ellie.

Ellie hesitated before pulling back her right sleeve, revealing the gnarled scar of the Infected bite. Rhia froze, her breath caught in her throat and she felt like she could vomit. She reached a hand out and lightly traced a finger down the scar. She looked up wide-eyed at Ellie who looked back with equal parts fear and hope.

Rhia opened her mouth to speak, closed it, opened it again, “I’m thirsty. You thirsty? I’ll get us some water.”

“But there’s water bottles right-” Rhia was down the ladder before Ellie could finish.

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*5 Years Ago*

Tess, Joel, and Rhia stood opposite six Fireflies, each group’s goods being checked by the receivers. Two men checked the guns Joel’s team had brought while Tess checked to make sure everything they ordered was there.

Rhia looked at one of the men guarding the two checking. He was tall, buff, and had a hand resting on his holstered gun. He looked between Joel and his men checking the boxes of guns.

“Do I know you?” Rhia asked, pointing at him. Joel stiffened beside her. God, what is this girl doing? he thought.

“No you don’t,” the man said, curtly, turning his attention back to the guns.

“Yeah. I do. God, where was it?” Rhia asked herself, putting a hand to her lips in thought. She knew she knew that face from somewhere. Somewhere bad.

“Rhia,” Joel warned from beside her.

“No, I definitely know you … Jersey QZ! Last spring, I think,” Rhia said, triumphantly. Joel noticed the men freeze.

“Yeah,” Rhia continued, “That’s where it was. You shot a dude in the face right after your buddies next to ya settled a deal. You’re not fireflies. You’re raiders.”

At Rhia’s words, everyone pulled their guns out, aiming for someone on the opposite team. Three guns were pointed at Joel, two at Tess, the last was the man Rhia had recognized, pointing his gun right between her eyes.

“Now, fellas, we don’t need to make a scene here,” Tess said before shooting the two front men.

Joel shot the man aiming for Rhia as Rhia shot two that aimed for Joel. The last one turned his gun on Rhia who was too busy making sure Tess and Joel were in the clear.

Joel noticed at the last second, yelling, “Rhia, down!” before shooting the man in the head, his gun firing as Rhia ducked to the side.

The bullet whizzed past, slicing her upper arm. She hit the ground with a thud, a hiss of pain leaving her lips as she clutched her arm.

“Joel, grab her and let’s get the fuck outta here,” Tess commanded, tossing the boxes of guns, food, and medicine into the bed of the truck.

Rhia sat up as Joel approached, holding a hand out for her to take. She looked between his hand and his face, before letting go of her bloody arm and grabbing his hand, letting him help pull her up.

“Thanks,” Rhia muttered, turning to one of the boxes of medicine to grab some gauze and wrap it around her arm. “Wouldn’t need to thank me if you weren’t so fucking reckless,” Joel accused.

“Excuse me?” Rhia asked incredulously, pausing her messy first aid attempt.

“You heard me. You put our lives at risk with your big mouth,” Joel doubled down, putting his hands on his hips like a disappointed father.

“Oh, I’m sorry? We’d be fucking dead if I hadn’t recognized that dude!” Rhia pointed out.

“If you hadn’t brazenly announced it, we could’ve had the upper hand!” Joel fought back.

“And how was I supposed to tell you guys? Fuckin’ foot tapping Morse code?!” Rhia yelled, fed up with this asshole.

“Hey!” Tess yelled from the truck, “Can you two shut the fuck up and get in the truck? There’s bound to be more of them on the way … and Joel, help her wrap that up. Bill will kill us if we get bloodstains on the seats.” “I don’t need his fucking help,” Rhia grumbled, using her teeth to tie the gauze. It was a messy fix, blood already seeping through the thin wrapping of gauze.

“Oh, yeah. I can see that,” Joel said, grabbing a bottle of rubbing alcohol and more gauze.

He grabbed her arm forcefully, pulling her close disregarding Rhia’s complaints. He unwrapped the haphazard gauze wrap, opened the rubbing alcohol bottle with his teeth, and poured some on the wound.

Rhia held in a yelp of pain and settled for a teeth clenched grunt. The last thing she wanted was to look even weaker in front of Joel than he already thought she was. Why she cared about what he thought, she didn’t know. She just knew she wanted to prove him wrong.

When Joel was done, she pulled her arm away and stomped off to the car, sliding into the backseat. Joel watched her walk off, the anger seeping away and leaving room for something else, something he didn’t recognize. He gets into the driver’s seat, Tess keeping a lookout from the passenger seat. He drove away, getting a view from the rearview mirror of Rhia splayed out across the seats, staring up at the ceiling.

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*NOW*

Rhia stumbled down the stairs, the steps blurring as Rhia’s mind raced. She’d heard plenty of false alarms of a vaccine or a cure. For all she knew, Ellie just got lucky, or maybe Rhia would wake up tomorrow to a snarling infected Ellie chomping at her neck.

Her imagination didn't run too wild. As Rhia rounded the corner to the kitchen, she ran into Joel, coming from the living room. They stopped in the hallway, having no choice but to confront the roadblock.

“Rhia,” Joel started. “She’s immune,” Rhia said, looking at the ground.

Joel pursed his lips. He’d told Ellie not to tell anyone, but if she was going to blab at least it was to Rhia.

“She is,” Joel confirmed.

“You’re insane,” Rhia said, meeting his eyes, “What do you think you’re gonna find out there? What do you think the fuckin’ Fireflies are gonna be able to do?”

Joel sighed, “Marlene said-” Rhia laughed, “Oh, Marlene said? And since when do you do anything for Marlene?”

“I didn’t want to. Tess did,” Joel said simply.

Rhia stood straighter, looking past Joel’s shoulder down the dark hall. She bit her bottom lip, willing the tears to stay inside. Years later and she still wanted to look strong to him.

“Can you please move?” Rhia said, voice steady, eyes empty.

Joel hesitated, then stepped to the side, letting her pass. Rhia walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Bill had helped her set up the power and water in the house about a month after the first job.

She grabbed a water bottle, tossed the lid, and chugged the whole damn thing. She grabbed another and turned around, looking through the kitchen island window to see Joel laid out on the couch, one leg hanging off.

Rhia closed her eyes, sighed, opened them. She looked at Joel and reached a hand up to the familiar scar on the outside of her left arm.

She said, barely above a whisper, “You should sleep in the bedroom.”

Joel sat up, turning to face her.

Rhia nodded her head towards the stairs, “C’mon. ’Fore I change my mind.”

Joel stood, following her up the stairs and to the bedroom. She stepped in, walking to the dresser and leaning against it. Joel dropped his bag by the foot of the bed.

“You know,” Rhia started, Joel turning to face her, “I had just gotten used to the fact that I’d be alone here for whatever was left of my life … and then Bill recruited me. I thought it would be a one time kinda thing, but you were so fucking insufferable I wanted to come back just to press your buttons.”

Joel could do nothing but watch her. He’d shut down when Tess died. He couldn’t let himself feel it. He didn’t want to feel this, either.

“What do you want me to say, Rhiannon?” Joel asked, hands on his hips.

Rhia scoffed, shaking her head, “You left. Without a word. And you didn’t leave any piece of you behind except this,” she pulled a red plaid shirt out of the dresser and threw it at him. He caught it blindly.

“There. Now when you leave in the morning I can finally be rid of you,” she slammed the door as she left, leaving him alone in the darkness.

Rhia stormed down the hallway and up the ladder, stopping at the mouth of the attic to see Ellie asleep on the mattress, back facing her. Rhia tiptoed to her bed and turned off the lights. She stared up at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes and she’d lost the strength to stop them.

“The last thing Tess said,” Ellie suddenly said, causing Rhia to turn her head, Ellie’s back still facing her, “The last thing she said was, ‘Find Rhia. Make things right. Save who you can save.’ I don’t know what he did, but I think that’s something worth trying.”

Rhia said nothing. She stared at Ellie’s back, watching the slow rise and fall of her breathing until she herself fell into slumber.

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*5 Years ago*

“That’s the last of it,” Tess said as she placed a crate of guns on the dining table.

“Is it bad to say this was a good run? Ya know, we didn’t have to pay,” Frank said.

Tess smirked, “Yeah, well don’t go telling them that.” She nodded at Joel and Rhia ignoring each other in the front lawn.

“Other than the whole shootout, how’d she do? Think we can bring her on more deals?” Frank asked.

“She did fine to me. She’s young, but I can see she’s been in these kinds of situations before. Good luck convincing Joel, though,” Tess said, sighing at the end.

“He’ll do whatever you tell him to do,” Frank countered. Tess watched Rhia turn to Joel and offer him a cigarette. He took it, standing beside her to let her light it. She said something. He replied. She left.

“Not always,” Tess said, watching Joel watch Rhia leave.

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Rhia stood across the lawn from Joel, smoking a cigarette. They had finished unloading the truck as the sun started to set.

“Rhia, you staying for dinner?” Bill called from the grill.

“No thanks, Bill. Got to get home. Got a cat to feed,” Rhia replied, smiling at him. She let her eyes wander to Joel who stood like a scarecrow on a field, watching the perimeters for any raiders that may have followed them back.

“Want a smoke?” Rhia asked, holding up the pack.

Joel looked between her and the box and said, “Sure.”

She handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. They now stood hardly a foot apart. Rhia inhaled the cigarette deeply and held it for a few seconds before letting it out, watching the smoke dance up to the sky.

“Well,” Rhia said, looking out at the horizon, “Hope I never see you again.”

Joel huffed humorously, “Likewise.”

Rhia nodded and walked away, her backpack bouncing with each step. Joel watched her leave, that strange feeling mingling with the smoke in his lungs.

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*Now*

As the sun crept over the horizon the next morning, Ellie and Joel stocked up their bags with supplies. Rhia hadn’t left her room, opting to feign sleep as Ellie rose and gathered her stuff.

Ellie and Joel stood at the front door, ready to head off.

“Think she’ll come?” Ellie asked.

Joel sighed and shook his head, “No, I-”

Before he could finish, he looked through the door to see Rhia coming down the stairs, dressed and wearing her backpack. Ellie and Joel stared at her.

“What?” Rhia asked them, stepping out and closing the door.

“You’re coming?” Ellie asked hopefully.

Rhia smiled sadly, “Yeah, I- There’s nothing left for me here, anyways. Hasn’t been for a long time.” She looked at Joel.

He stared back, surprised at how relieved he was that she was coming.

“Well,” he started, “If we’re going, let’s go. We’re burning daylight.” He walked off.

Ellie and Rhia looked at each other as if to say This is gonna be a long trip. Oh, how little they knew. They stepped down the porch and followed Joel into the woods.

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luck-and-larceny · 1 year

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Meeeeee

This was a nice thing to be tagged in! I have not been feeling great the past few days and my brain is juuust starting to work again. Answer questions about myself? Way easier than answering character questions right now! Thank you for the tag @thefreelanceangel! 1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes and no and kinda? Good answer? Ok. I'll move on then. Just kidding. Time to ramble more! My first name is Rhiannon (Ree-ann-in). I'm named after the Fleetwood Mac song if that means anything to anyone. But my mom liked it so much not -just- because she was a musicophile (she is definitely that) but also because she liked the Welsh mythology. My middle name, which I won't put here so that I can maintain my ever so slight air of mystery, was in honor of my aunt on my mom's side and my uncle on my dad's side who both have variations of the name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uh. I cry all the time so asking me to remember specifically when isn't fair. I teared up last night after watching the episode of The Toys That Made Us on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. ^^;

3. Do you have kids?

Like @thefreelanceangel, I've got pets! No kids for a multitude of reasons. That can be someone else's journey to go on.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Nah. Never.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to really enjoy playing soccer, pickle ball, and tennis. I'm far too out of shape to be good at any of those anymore. Now my favorite sport to play is "I walked up and down the stairs to do laundry so, you know, I'm killing it."

6. What is the first thing you notice about other people?

I don't know! I think I take in the whole -motions with hands to indicate the whole everything- first. Not in a nitpicky, judgmental, dumb way (god, then you could do that back to ME and I really would prefer you don't). Just the first thing I notice is the person? And the vibe? Like an immediate: Do I feel comfortable? Am I nervous? Do they seem nervous? Do they seem nice? Oh god, do I seem nice? If I talk to them, how likely are they to want to punt me across the room? Heh. Is that a good opening line that would make us both feel less nervous? "Hi! Nice to meet you. You're not likely to punt me across the room are you?" I may have just given away that I am a very introverted, anxious, and peculiar person above. That's Ok. Please don't punt me.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Why not both? Depends on my mood! Well. And I suppose the exact kind of scary or happy movie, too.

8. Any special talents?

Ummmmmm... I don't think I'm terrible at writing or singing. I could be a lot better at both, of course, but I could be a lot worse too! Are those boring? I'll try to think of a more interesting answer. I can sing every song backwards, flawlessly, and completely without error. That sounds like a special talent, right? I mean, it possibly (definitely) isn't true, but maybe it's more interesting to imagine.

9. Where were you born?

This reads like a "Just curious, what's the answer to one of the security questions you're likely to get asked frequently?" I was born in the backseat Of a Mustang On a cold night In the hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang Was "I won't be home no more." -Old 97s

10. Do you have any hobbies?

Changing the words to songs to put my cats' names in them, making up entirely new songs to sing at my cats, singing entirely made up songs about whatever task I am currently doing ("Singing while I type about my-se-e-e-e-elf. Singing cuz this quiz ain't about no one e-e-e-else.") ((<-- I didn't say the songs were any -good-) I write. I play video games. I watch a whooole lot of YouTube. I play tabletop RPGs. I daydream constantly about a vast array of other hobbies I want to take up but haven't yet.

11. Do you have any pets?

I do! One big ole fluffy black cat. One lil'r, sleek black cat. One old man leopard gecko. And maybe all the crickets that he hasn't eaten.

12. How tall are you?

5′ 2. The doctor has tried to tell me I'm actually 5' 1 and a half. But the doctor is obviously wrong. You really just can't trust doctors.

13. Favorite Subject in School:

Grade school and high school? Art and English. College: Cultural Anthropology and Linguistics. Though, to be honest, I only really got into Cultural Anthropology in the first place because the professor was really attractive. >.> I later learned to genuinely like the subject though! Despite my social anxiety, I -really- love learning about people and culture and I'm crazy about language.

14. Dream job?

Something that allows me to be myself and celebrates it! So anything that allows me the creative space to write/sing/act/engage with others in my full exuberance would be amazing. I'd really like to own a cat cafe. Or maybe a bookstore with a kitty. I'd just really like jobs that would allow me space to either feel wildly creative or wildly at peace.

15. Eye Color?

Brown. Brownish-green. Hazel, I guess! Or whatever color the oil sheen on my constantly icky glasses makes my eyes. -_- I swear, I can't get these things clean.

TAGGING: @herowren, @faustinebellamy, @argentrenard, @the-wanted-man, @lettersnorth, @unabashedrebel, @damienward-ffxiv, @irascibleblackguard and everyone!

#OOC #:D #Meeee

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druidberries · 8 months

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pick a song 4 each letter of your url

I was tagged by @adair-the-bard, thank you for tagging me!

d - the death of peace of mind by bad omens r - rhiannon by fleetwood mac u - under pressure by queen and david bowie i - i like you by johnny knox d - dancing queen by abba b - beautifully unconventional by wolf alice e - every little thing she does is magic by the police r - real love song by nothing but thieves r - right person, right time by leanna firestone i - i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys e - everybody's watching me (uh oh) by the neighbourhood s - super trouper by abba

this took me FAR too long but I had so much fun! it also made me find some songs I love that I haven't listened to in a while 😌

I'm not gonna tag anyone because I'm late to this and not sure who has done it, but if you see this and want to just say I tagged you !!

#i have such a love hate relationship with music tag games #because i am a VERY music obsessed person #therefore music is very important to me and im so scared to share mine because #people might make fun of my music taste!!#also i almost included MULTIPLE songs from video games but i held my nerd self back #tag games

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heartlessromanticc · 2 years

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Love & Other Drugs || e.m.

a/n: i’m baaaaaaaaack! i’m so sorry for just disappearing off the face of the earth. ANYWAY, eddie munson has taken up the entirety of my brain and this idea just came to me. I will be opening up my requests soon for stranger things and the wilds content! I am so excited to have some writing ideas!!! thank you guys for sticking with me! i really hope you enjoy this story! let me know if you want a part two?!?! I already have ideas! xx, aubree

DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR STEAL MY WRITING. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO REPOST MY WORK.

pairing: eddie munson x reader, jason carver x reader

summary: Buying drugs is a sticky situation when your dealer won’t keep his nose out of your business.

warnings: drug use, foul language.

word count: 1,138

(gif not mine)

MASTERLIST

Part Two (coming soon)

The leaves crunched under your feet as you walked towards the worn out picnic table. The slight breeze sent a chill down your spine. As you neared the table, you could see that he wasn’t there yet. A sigh escaped your lips, “Always punctual, Munson.”

“I half expected you to stand me up,” Eddie scolded as he came out from behind a tree, “again.” You nearly jumped out of your skin.

“I apologized for that.”

“No, yeah, I get it.” He bit his nail, “Duty calls.”

You rolled your eyes. The last time you and Eddie were supposed to meet, you blew him off because of a basketball ball game. Not the best excuse, but you had promised to be there. He watched as you sat down at the table. His eyes never left you, ever. Every time the two of you met, you had his full attention.

“I needed to be there for Jason.” You glanced over at him. You honestly wished you had met up with Eddie that night. They lost the game and Jason was in a shitty mood after.

“He treats you like shit.” Eddie scoffed, “Why do you waste your time with him?”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, Munson.” Not that he wasn’t right.

He rolled his eyes and placed the black metal box on the table, “How much do you want?”

“Just my usual.” You grabbed the cash out of the letterman jacket pocket. In hindsight, you should’ve left Jason’s jacket in your car. You knew how Eddie felt about the basketball team. He never let you forget how much he hated them.

“Need me to roll for you?” He had a slight venom to his voice.

You handed him the cash, “Yeah.”

He smirked as he ground up the bud and placed it onto the paper. His eyes locked with yours as he ran his tongue over the paper to seal it. You looked away from the curly haired boy. There was always a tension between the two of you, but you never acted on it. Mostly because you had a boyfriend, but also because the two of you ran in entirely different crowds. Eddie always intrigued you. Between his manic behavior and goofy personality, he always seemed like a fun person to be around. You got lost in your head as you watched his fingers flick through the money. His fingertips were calloused. You thought back to the middle school talent show where he played his guitar. You wondered if he still played and if he’d improved at all.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” His voice pulled you from your thoughts. The joint hung from his metal cluttered fingers.

You grabbed the joint and let your hands touch for longer than you probably should’ve, “Thanks, Eddie.”

You stood up and began to walk away but Eddie’s voice stopped you, “Does he even know your favorite song?”

You turned with a puzzled look, “What?”

“Jason. Does he know your favorite song?”

“Why?”

He bit the nail on his middle finger, “I, uh, just-uh never mind.”

“Do you know my favorite song?” You teased.

“Rhiannon. Fleetwood Mac.”

Shock washed over you, “Ho-How did you know that?”

He smiled at you, “You’re always humming it in class.”

“Oh.”

“I think you deserve better.”

“Thank you, but my relationship is fine.” You lied. You really didn’t know if Jason knew your favorite song. You definitely didn’t know his. Eddie lowered his gaze, finally looking away from you. You sighed, “Why do you care about my relationship so much?”

“I don’t like seeing amazing people get taken for granted.” He locked eyes with you once again, “That’s exactly what Jason does.”

You were frozen in your spot. You never thought anyone paid any mind to your relationship. Especially not Eddie Munson.

“Anyway, I should go.” He grabbed his stash and walked away, leaving you with a lot to think about.

…

You sat in Jason’s room while he did his homework. Your mind wandered to the picnic table in the woods. A part of you wished you were there right now.

“Hey, J?” You called to your boyfriend.

“Hmm” He grunted, not once did he look up at you.

“Do you know my favorite song?”

“I don’t know.” He said still working on his homework, “That one Kate Bush song?”

He said it more as a statement rather than a question. It was like he didn’t actually care to hear the answer. It puzzled you. How can someone you barely talk to know your favorite song, but your boyfriend of over a year didn’t? You started to wonder if Eddie was right. Maybe you were taken for granted.

“It’s not.” You retorted.

“Okay.” He looked over to the clock on his nightstand, “Shit, I’m supposed to meet the guys.” He grabbed his jacket from behind you and threw it over his shoulder, “Have you seen my keys?”

You pointed to his desk.

“Sweet, thanks.” He put on his shoes and snatched his keys, “Hey, you good to walk home? I just can’t be late.”

You blankly stared at him, “Uh, I guess.”

“Cool. Catch you later.” He walked out of his room, “You kind of have to leave so I can lock up.”

You crawled out of his bed and pulled your shoes on, “Right, sorry.”

The two of you left his house in a rush. You watched as he climbed into his car and left you stranded.

…

The Autumn air grew colder as the sun set. Your house was roughly 6 miles from Jason’s and you’d already been walking for at least an hour, felt like more. Goosebumps riddled your body as the wind picked up. God, this was such bullshit. You should’ve just called your mom for a ride home.

The sun was almost completely set now as the darkness overtook the small town. The temperature dropped quickly and you hugged your arms around your body in an attempt to keep yourself warm. Fuck, you thought, I am such an idiot.

You heard the faint sounds of Fleetwood Mac playing from a car radio. As you turned your head you saw headlights a little ways down the street.

As the car approached you, you recognized it immediately. Eddie fucking Munson. A wave of relief fell over you because you knew he’d stop when he realized it was you.

The van slowed as it reached you, “Don’t you know, you’re not supposed to be out alone when it’s dark outside?”

You smiled, “Oh, right. Something about a creeper trying to pick up girls in his beat up van.”

He acted like you stabbed him in the heart, “Creeper, huh?”

“Mhmm” You giggled. He smiled and his unruly hair fell in his face.

He looked you up and down, “Need a ride?”

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part 2???????? (I already have ideas)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #jason carver #jason carver x reader

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human-leather-hat-appreciator · 2 years

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Yo we need to bring back like the music alphabet playlist, make a playlist by picking a fav song that starts with each letter of the alphabet. Maybe even post it 👀

This sounds super cool but also a lot of effort. I'm answering now so like it doesnt feel like I'm ignoring you but uh yeah it might be like a day or so before I can sort through my songs alphabetically and put it together. I'll reblog with that once I complete it but for now, I shall leave you with at least one song I know will be on it and that is

R for Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac.

(There will probably be a decent amount of fleetwood mac on this playlist, just a heads up)

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Hi!! May I request a playlist for a solitary European Dragon who spits venom instead of breathing fire, and loves collecting magical artifacts, poisonous herbs, and crystals?

I got witchy vibes so uh. Here you go

Dragon Playlist

Europe Skies - Alexander Rybak

Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac

Poison - Cavetown

Runaway - AURORA

Ribs - Lorde

Bitter Water - The Oh Hellos

The Curse - Agnes Obel

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

Season of the Witch - Lana Del Rey

Mod Angel

#mod angel #otherkin #alterhuman #otherhearted #mythkin #dragonkin #draconic #dragon therian #myth therian #kin help #kin playlist

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blackmoonmusings · 3 years

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So sorry for being so slow to do this! I was tagged by the lovely @lesvague Thank you so much! 🖤

I'm tagging whoever feels like doing this! Please tag me if you do it, I’d love to listen to your recommendations!

Rules are simple, choose 50 songs you want to recommend to tagged people and see what they prepare for you (if you decide to do it). You can choose only one song by certain artist!

1. Born to Die - Lana Del Rey

2. Twilight Galaxy - Metric

3. Winning - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton

4. The Here and After - Jun Miyake

5. Symphony 6: Fair Thee Well & The Requiem Mix - Emily Wells

6. What Else Is There ? - Royksopp

7. Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac

8. Brightly Wound - Eisley

9. Spark - The Bird and the Bee

10. We Were Never Young - Raised by Swans

11. Against the Grain - City and Colour

12. Changing of the Seasons - Ane Brun

13. A&E - Goldfrapp

14. Lullaby - Sia

15. Rooftop - Melissa McClelland

16. Another Door Closes - Jont

17. Grey Room - Damien Rice

18. Howl - Florence + The Machine

19. Novocaine - Night Terrors of 1927

20. Magnetised - Tom Odell

21. Midnight Island - Harrison Brome

22. Umpqua Rushing - Blind Pilot

23. Rising Water - James Vincent McMorrow

24. Writer In the Dark - Lorde

25. Ain’t Supposed to Rain - Welshly Arms

26. Dark Necessities - Red Hot Chili Peppers

27. I Know I Know I Know - Tegan and Sara

28. Where Does the Good Go? - Sleeping At Last

29. Crooked Lines - Hey Marseilles

30. Lover - Truslow

31. Love Don’t Break Me - Billy

32. Repeat - Young the Giant

33. Cosmic Angel - Grizfolk

34. Bloodline - White Sea

35. The Ghosts of Beverly Drive - Death Cab for Cutie

36. I Love You - Woodkid

37. Night Sky - CHVRCHES

38. Dove Season - In the Valley Below

39. Hurricane - Halsey

40. Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men

41. Sorrow - The National

42. Shadow Preachers - Zella Day

43. Stillness In Woe - Purity Ring

44. Take Me To Church - Hozier

45. Black Tar - The Kills

46. Tompkins Square Park - Mumford & Sons

47. Covered - Uh Huh Her

48. 101 Vultures - Alex Winston

49. Chasing Twisters - Delta Rae

50. Winter - Tori Amos

#tag game #music

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mindofharry · 4 years

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we’ll be alright.

in which Harry’s new guitarist Amy is way too cool for him.

WARNING: swearing, angst, drugs, mentions of depression and addiction and Amy being the coolest person ever!! :,))

“you need to go for this job Amy” her brother said to her leaning back in the kitchen chair. She sighed putting her feet on the table before covering her face with her hands that were filled with tattoos.

“I can’t keep doing this for you” he said tears filling up his blue eyes. “Margie and I love you, to pieces, but we can’t have you in the house when you’re like this” he said pulling a hand through his blonde hair.

Amy was living in her brothers, Alex and his wife, margies house until she could find a job. she’s been living there for two years. And she doesn’t plan on leaving any time soon.

“Alex” she begged “I, I need you” she said grabbing his hand while he looked away sniffling. “You don’t love me?” She asked standing up. “It’s all margies fault. we could’ve been this great band. But no! Margie had to ruin everything!” She yelled throwing this chair over.

“I’m sorry alex” she whispered picking up the chair. “Amy you need to find a job and leave” he said wiping his tears.

“I just need time. Just, just I need some money-“ she rambled on before Alex cut her off standing up.

“No! No! Amy you’re 20 and you’re addicted to drugs. You’re ruining my life and yours. Margie and I can’t even try for kids because we have to look after you. And your fucking mess. I am not your dad. I am your brother. If you live under My roof you do not drink or take drugs. So I’m asking you again, get the fuck out of my house” he yelled his face red with anger. Amy stood there shocked and angry. She wasn’t addicted. She’s only done it a few times. Or more. She can’t remember. It helps her forget.

She looks around the kitchen trying to fight her sob. “You finally gave up on me alex” she said smiling. “good luck with the family” she said patting him on the back before going up to their guest room and packing her stuff.

Amy looked at the mirror and stared at herself. She felt nothing. She hated the feeling. And the only time it went a way was when she was having sex or taking drugs. She liked feeling wanted and warm. She liked the feeling of someone call her theirs.

She had all of that when her and Alex has a small band when she was 16 and he was 20. She felt home. She felt warm. She felt wanted.

And looking at herself in the mirror she looked like she needed help. so she packed her bags, and decided to go that interview.

The interview was for a band for Harry styles. She knew who he was. And she wouldn’t lie and say she wasn’t nervous, because she was. This could make her. not as in make her famous, but this could help her get better. And that’s what she wanted, to get better.

She really didn’t look her best. She should’ve showered and got changed but she didn’t have anywhere to go. And she didn’t want to upset her brother any further.

Music was the only thing that was consistent in her life. the only thing that never gave up on her or walked out. When her father was around, he used to play her some pretty cool music. Music was a big thing in her family. It got them through tough times. When her mother left first her dad pulled through his depression playing them music and teaching them random facts about Stevie nicks and mick jagger to distant himself from the pain of his only love leaving him and their children. Amy never understood why she left. Why he left. But Alex always told her that if he ever left for whatever reason just play Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac, and all the sadness would go away. So she did. She played it everytime he gave up on her.

she walked to the building where the interview was taking place puffing out her cigarette and pushing up her sunglasses. Her blonde hair was such a mess, her hair was still some what curled from the day before, her eyeliner and eyeshadow really showed that she had been through something. Her outfit consisted of a navy tank top, skinny black jeans and doc martins. Her neck was filled with necklaces and her arms and hands were filled with tattoos.

She sighed looking over to see a few people looking a lot more presentable than her walking in to the buliding with their instruments. She looked down at her suitcase and guitar and shrugged walking up closer to the building.

“Now or never” she murmured to herself putting out the cigarette. She walked into the building before looking around at all the people. She spotted a girl, older than her, judging her slightly. Amy smirking walking over to her pulling down her sunglasses.

“Are you homeless?” The girl asked when Amy sat down. Amy looked at the girl smiling “yes, I’m also very high at the moment” she said grinning. The girl shook her head, her brown hair moving in the tight pony tail she had placed it in.

“Are you homeless?” Any asked and the girl rolled her eyes pulling out a piece of paper to look over.

“you know, I hope you get the job” Amy said leaning back. “Well, I also want the job, but you should get it too. But I want it as well” she said to the girl. “You don’t make any sense-“ the girl said before a voice interrupted them.

“Were trying to do this as quick as possible. So please if you don’t have anything ready or you’re just here to see harry, please leave” the guy said looking down at his clip board. Amy didn’t prepare anything. Like she was actually going to leave like most of the other people.

“Ok good. We’re going to do this in alphabetical order, so first up we have,,,, Amy Perkins” he asked looking around. “That’s me wish me luck” she said to the girl beside her before standing up.

“That would be I!” She called out pulling along, basically her home, before tripping up slightly. “Whoops”

She walked into the room, which was filled with males. The guy from outside, Harry styles, and some producers and managers she guessed.

Harry looked her up and down biting back a smile, he looked over at Jeff, pulling a face and Jeff just shrugged.

“Oh shit, it’s dark in here” Amy said pulling off her sunglasses.

Jeff rolled his eyes and grabbed his clipboard.

“Ok, Amy you said you live with your brother correct?” He asked and she winced “incorrect” she said clearing her throat “got kicked out: hence the suitcase” she said pointing her hands towards the bag. Harry’s eyes widened before looking over at Jeff again.

“Uh- um you’ve got experience in this right?” Jeff asked and she nodded “traveled a bit in a and with my brother” she said they nodded “why’d you stop?”Harry asked and she pointed at him “ that is for me to know and you to never find out” she said pulling out her guitar.

“What are you playing then” Jeff sighed Amy shrugged. Jeff groaned and closed his eyes “Jesus, I told you to go home if you didn’t prepare anything” he said and she stuck her tongue out at him “ like I was actually going to go home! I’m homeless” she said before putting her hair up.

Harry shook his head and thought this must of been some joke. Until he heard the guitar. She had played some riff off of one of the Beatles songs. They loved her immediately after that.

she was now part of CHAASM!

and she knew she’ll be alright.

let me know if you want a part two! :,))

#gifs #hs2 #adore you #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #hs1 #1dff #eroda #gif #2019 #chasm #harry #styles #harry styles #harrystylesera2 #or zayn malik and harry styles #harry styles blurb #model harry #fine line

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