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aquariusmiller · 2 months ago

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cowboy like me

Chapter I: Save A Prayer

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Series Summary: You turn out to be Joel’s biggest lesson in trust – how will he handle the second side of the same coin?

Chapter Summary: Your view of the harsh post-outbreak world is slowly turning around when you discover an unusually friendly place. You have an encounter with a stranger that pushes you in the direction of staying.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: anxiety (reader is cornered), a tiny bit of swearing, flirting, kissing, overboard drinking, dark!reader if you really really squint (will be darker in other chapters), canon compliant

A/N: I've had this idea for a while for a reader with a con artist past so dark it could rival Joel's, inspired of course by "cowboy like me" by Taylor Swift haha. The reader would have a chapter committed to a backstory and the fic could be read with or without it if you don't like your reader having too much of a story by themselves. First time writing, so be kind and enjoy :)

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song recs: save a prayer - duran duran ("So I asked you to dance but fear is in your soul") and enchanted - taylor swift ("I was enchanted to meet you")

You had... An interesting day, to say the least. Walking through the thick woods in the chilly fall morning, the only sounds accompanying you were the stream of a nearby river and an occasional wild animal. You were looking for abandoned houses, low on ammo and hoping to find some, but you had no luck. You walked back to the river and decided to try crossing it. You found a wooden plank near the river, obviously used often and you stopped and debated on your decision. If it was used so often, you could be walking straight into raider territory, or worse. Groups of people were rarely friendly. With no other choice, you moved the plank and crossed the river, hypervigilant as you continued searching.

Soon, you realized your hypervigilance was well-earned, as you heard the trot of horses. You ran to hide behind a nearby tree. The hooves pounding the ground were growing louder and you tried to calm your breathing and will your anxious mind and body into silence. The group was looking around for you, one of the men getting dangerously close to the tree you were hiding behind. He suddenly turned around and saw you, shouting.

“I found her! Behind this tree!”

Horses quickly surrounded you and you were scared to death, thinking you’ve run out of luck. Thinking your days are numbered. But you were surprised as after harsh questioning, a man that introduced himself as Tommy and had this kind look in his eyes, like he wanted to help you, approached you and asked you to come with them.

You didn’t trust him fully. You knew the horror stories about people acting out all types of stories to lure you into a trap. Hell, you’ve done it. But when Tommy told you about a walled settlement with food, water and electricity, were everyone works to get their share... You really wanted to believe it. You were tired of running. Tired of being alone after two weeks of only the open sky and your black Toyota keeping you company. You went with him, keeping in mind you could always escape if things go awry.

You looked around in awe as his story turned out to be true. You saw big walls and friendly guards protecting the settlement. Guards were never friendly, the way you recall them from the QZ. As they let Tommy and you through, you looked around at the houses, the working streetlights, the people talking and laughing without a care in the world on a small bench, kids running around and playing on a grass field. How was this real?

That’s how you ended up in Jackson. You’re still not over the initial shock as you unpack clothes from your backpack and put them in the closet of a cabin within the walls that Tommy deemed as yours. You’re astounded and warmed by the kindness you haven’t experienced in a long time.

You’re not sure you’re staying. Why? You’re just waiting for the twist. Waiting for something to go wrong. You decide you’ll enjoy your stay, though, and try to sniff out this community.

Jackson has a bar. A bar! You decide it’s the perfect place to go as night has already set in and it’s your first day in this peculiar settlement. You take out the only clean clothes you have and smile widely as you head into the shower. A working shower with hot water. You could cry of joy right now.

You walk into the bar named “Tipsy Bison”. Such a typical name for a bar that looks like this, you think. It’s obviously an old and restored dive bar, and you can’t help but marvel at the coziness of the rustic interior. It’s mostly in wood, bottles of hard alcohol on the shelves and what you assume is homemade beer on tap. The lamps are casting a warm light against the dark wood.

You straighten your black turtleneck and sit down, noticing a man sitting a few barstools from you for the first time. He’s lost in thought, sipping a glass of whiskey. He’s wearing a warm green button up shirt and jeans and... He’s handsome. Very much so. You can tell he’s fairly older than you by the slight salt and pepper in his hair and beard. He has dark hair, an unapproachable facial expression and a full beard. You can also instantly tell he likes to keep to himself by his clear disinterest in talking to others. But that just draws you in more... What is hiding behind the gruffness?

No, fuck no, you’re not doing that. You’re not going to try to figure out who he is. Figure out his tells, his secrets, what makes him tick, then use it against him. No. But... Some time with him in Jackson wouldn’t hurt. You’re not sure you’re staying anyway. Might as well have some fun, even if only for a night.

You order a whiskey and when the bartender brings it over sip on it for some liquid courage. Then you stand up and sit down next to him. You give him your best smile, hoping your forwardness would cheer him up.

“Hello, handsome.”

He turns around and looks at you surprised, not without a little amused smirk on his face, clearly not used at all to being approached like this. He looks at you from head to toe, sizing you up or checking you out, you’re not sure yourself. You’re just sure he’s already trying to figure out your angle. He nods politely and says.

“Hello. You seem new around here.”

You notice a thick southern accent and a deep voice, and you can’t help but like it. You give him a friendly smile and a nod. “Yeah, just got into Jackson this morning, with the help of Tommy.”

He smirks slightly as he hears Tommy’s name, obviously knowing the guy. “Yeah, he’ll bring about just about anyone with a sad pout and a sob story.”

You’re surprised by his brazenness, you’d think with what he said he’d be worried he’d offend you. He pays no mind to it, though. You are also curious about what he says. Seems like Tommy’s kindness and naiveté was real. You smile. “Well... You’re not wrong about that.” You chuckle.

“How are you settlin’ into Jackson?” He asks politely.

You nod and smile. “Well... This place is amazing. I couldn’t believe it when I first heard it from Tommy. But then I came in and... It’s like a small town. People hanging out without worrying about infected. I had a shower with warm water.” You chuckle happily as you stare at the bar. “It’s... Incredible. I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams places like this existed anymore.”

He nods in understanding, having reacted similarly when he came into Jackson. It’s soon switched with a stern look. “You’re gonna have to earn your share, y’know? We don’t need any freeloaders.”

You turn to look at him, trying not to get offended at his continuous brushing off. You nod swiftly. “Of course. Tommy has told me. I’m just still trying to figure out what I’m going to do around here.”

He nods, satisfied with your determined expression. You obviously didn’t think this came for free. “Erm... Tell me, what’s your name?”

You smile and tell him your name.

“I’m Joel.” He holds out a hand to shake.

You shake his hand as you look into his eyes. His calloused hand has a firm grip and you find yourself really liking his touch.

He looks back up at you and sees the mischievous smile you’re sporting as you look back at him. He wants to pull away and forget all about this, but your eyes and smile draw him in. Make him want to see where they will take him.

You shake hands for a moment too long and pull away, looking at him with a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, Joel.”

He nods as if he’s trying to gather himself. “Likewise.”

“So... What do you do around Jackson?” Your mischievous tone is obviously teasing him for his cold demeanor earlier.

He smirks sheepishly. “I patrol. Fix around things. Hunt for food.”

You look at him curiously. “Patrol?”

“Ya think this place runs on hopes and dreams? Yeah, a few of us patrol the perimeter, make sure to keep the infected, raiders and other unfriendly folk away from the walls.”

You nod. “Interesting. Think I could do that around Jackson.”

He has an almost condescending smile. “Yeah? Can you shoot a gun?”

You nod. “Duh. Of course. How do you think I came all the way here?”

He looks at you, sizing you up again. “Fight? Work in a group?”

You nod, even though you know damn well working in groups has never ended up well for you. “Yeah. I could even fight you, I reckon.” You smirk.

He smirks widely, amused at the thought. By the look in his eyes you can tell he could have you on the ground in five seconds flat. “Careful. I don’t pull punches.”

You smirk and lean your elbow on the bar, your hand on your cheek as you act (though you’re not sure you’re acting) impressed with him. “Good.”

He smiles slightly and takes a sip of his whiskey, very aware of your antics.

You take sips of whiskey too, finishing your glass. The music starts playing. It’s an old song you know well. “Save A Prayer” by Duran Duran. Joel is obviously shook out of his thoughts as he hears the song playing.

“Haven’t heard this song in a hell of a long time.”

You nod. “Me neither. I love it.” You smile.

He turns to look at you surprised. “You know this song? Ya don’t seem the age.”

You nod. “My father used to play it for me all the time when I was little.” You chuckle. “Grew up to like it.”

He nods as he looks at you for a second, obviously appreciating your taste in music, even if it’s not completely yours. “So you know Duran Duran?”

You nod and smile widely. “Yeah. Think it’s my favorite band from the eighties.” You get an impulsive idea and turn to him. “Say... You wanna dance?”

He instantly shakes his head. “Nah... Not the dancing type.”

You smile widely as you take his hand. “When was the last time you had fun, old man?” You chuckle.

He smirks as he takes your hand and leads you to the small space in front of an old jukebox meant to serve as a dance floor. “You’re gonna regret sayin’ that.”

You laugh lightly as he takes you to dance. “Yeah? What are you gonna do?”

He lets the question linger as a promise as he stands in front of you and looks at you, lust in his eyes. You put your left hand on his shoulder, your right hand in his as you start to dance. He lets his hand snake around your waist as you lead the slow dance. You look at each other, both trying to find something in the other’s eyes. The alcohol, the way his hand feels around your waist... They’re enveloping you, making you lose yourself in him. You raise his arm and twirl around it, laughing happily. He pulls you gently back in, a laugh threatening to break his stoic demeanor.

The song ends and a slower one starts, and you two are close, dancing and keeping eye contact. You glance down at his lips and he leans his face in instinctively as he glances at yours. You begin closing the distance and he leans in too. You meet halfway in a slow kiss. You’re not sure you’ve felt anything better than the taste of his lips in this old dive bar. You pull away and lick your lips as you lean in for another one and he gently puts his hand on your cheek to stop you. “Not here...” His gruff voice is quiet.

You nod and pull away, smiling at him softly. You’re not sure why this man is affecting you so much. “Alright... Wanna head back to the stools and talk?”

He nods with a faint smile. “Um... Sure.”

You head back to the barstools and sit down. You talk for a long time about where you came from, how you ended up in Jackson. Neither of you reveal much, but you manage to pull a hearty chuckle out of this rough man. You feel warmth in your chest as you do. He’s from Austin, Texas, you’re from LA. He came from the Boston QZ, you came from the Detroit one. You could tell he’s also been through hell to come here, trying to hide the pain in his eyes as he says “Been in the QZ for twenty years before some business brought me here.” You can tell there’s a long story there, but you know better than to ask. You can only get a faint sense of the darkness behind them, just like you’re sure he senses yours. It’s a silent understanding.

You down whiskey after whiskey as you talk, enjoying the way the alcohol takes the edge off after the stress you’ve endured lately. Joel looks at you questioningly a couple of times and asks you if you’re sure you can handle the amount you’re drinking. You nod but you get progressively drunker until you start to slur words. Joel’s look of curiosity is replaced with faint annoyance as you try coming onto him wasted.

“Yeah, I live alone in Jackson.” You tell him with a wide drunken smirk.

He nods. “Yeah, I’m sure you do.” He looks at the way you’re slightly swaying on your stool and your eyes are already half-shut from the liquor. He thinks for a long moment, practicing restraint before he says “Say, want me to walk you home? Think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

You smile and lean in slightly, leaning your arm on the bar again, almost missing it as Joel slightly moves, ready to catch you if you fall before your arm lands safely. “Wanna come home with me?” You look at him with a teasing and offering expression, not even noticing how slowly you’re speaking.

He shakes his head, frustrated with your insistence while he’s trying to control himself. “I’ll just walk ya there. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You teasingly pout at that and shake your head. “Thought we had something.” You chuckle.

He just looks at you sternly for a few moments before he speaks. “Let’s go.” He starts getting up from his seat and helps you up gently. You lean on him as he keeps you in a firm grip and you feel his core strength and his frame. You take your purse and he helps you out of the bar.

Cool night air hits you as you exit the bar. You sober up slightly, but still feel the pleasant buzz from the alcohol, combined with the smell of him: wood, metal and something uniquely his. You lean on him as you walk languidly, letting him lead you. He asks you where you live and you murmur the place. He drops you off at your cabin and you manage, after two attempts, to put the key in the lock and walk into your new home.

You walk into the cabin and stumble to your small bedroom. As you think back on the interaction, you’re hit with slight embarrassment as you realize Joel was actually irritated with how drunk you are. You lay in the bed, too tired to change and close your eyes, vivid pictures of everything that has happened today crossing your mind. For the first time in forever, you’d say you feel good.

You think as a small smile crosses your face. Maybe you’ll stay for once. Maybe it will turn out well for once. You feel something bubbling up in your chest after such a long time, you almost forgot what it felt like. But it’s unmistakable – it’s hope.

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neil-gaiman · 2 years ago

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Neil, how did/do you deal with feeling like you’re spending your limited life doing the hard work of making some person with money’s creative vision real? By the time you were in your early 30’s you were already off on Sandman and Good Omens, but what were the projects where you had very little creative control and/or weren’t making particularly good money like for you? How the hell did you manage so very much so quickly in life, Neil? u_u

I don't ever remember having that feeling. I only ever wrote one book I didn't come up with and wouldn't have wanted to read, which was the Duran Duran biography, published when I was 24, and I looked at it as a way of working with the publishing company and getting into print, and learning my craft. When the publisher went into involuntary bankruptcy, two or three weeks after the book went on sale, and despite it having been a huge sell-out hit I realised I would never see any royalties, I decided that I wouldn't ever do that again - work on something just for the money, because if you don't get the money then you don't have anything. I'd only work on things I wanted to do and loved, because if I didn't get the money I'd still have something I was proud of. I think it was a good lesson to learn early.

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boltsunder · 2 months ago

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forever triumphant

Hey guys, I wanted to make a post with some important portrayal notes about Miss Merlin’s Claw and delve into a little bit of what will affect how I play her. More under the cut

Moon Rage: At the end of the story, it’s left very ambiguous on what the status of her Moon Rage is. After consuming the Lunar Embryo in the wake of Hoolay’s attack, she doesn’t really comment on feeling much different– other than her doubts have gone away. As a result, it’s very possible that it did … nothing. There’s also another possibility: that it made it worse. The Lunar Embryo originated in Borisin history from the Warhead Duran. When Hoolay has been bestowed the power of the Crimson Moon, which is passed down from warhead to warhead (by consumption, like what Feixiao did)-- the Borisin have an innate ability to have insane healing properties, as well as shapeshifting. Hoolay, however, was noted to have even greater traits in regards to this thanks to his possession of the Crimson Moon. This leads me to believe that when Feixiao consumes it to save the Skysplitter (and thus a good portion of the Xianzhou), it amplifies her powers… which in return would amplify the effects of her Moon Rage. Her Moon Rage has catastrophic effects not only on her mental state, but also her physical state. Shapeshifting is accompanied by intense hyperplasia of the bone and muscle structure, and this damaging deformation process is completely restored by the Borisin’s rapid healing ability. In Feixiao’s case, this is much worse for her because her body isn’t designed for this sort of treatment; even though she contains partial Borisin blood, she’s still closer to a Foxian than anything else– when she shapeshifts, it’s devastating. This is what’s shortening her life and leaving her with serious injuries. They’ll heal, but it’s not without a huge price to pay. Past: Feixiao’s original name is basically treated as a deadname at this point in her life. While she firmly acknowledges that all of her experiences are what has shaped her today, she also recognizes that “Saran” is not who she is anymore. Taking the name of “Feixiao” has enabled her to be fully free from her past as a slave, and it’s enabled her to begin her life anew in the company of General Yueyu.

I headcanon that it was a huge adjustment for Feixiao to transition from living in Borisin captivity to moving to the Yaoqing. There was likely a language barrier, and I highly doubt that she had received any sort of formal education– reading, writing… it would’ve been irrelevant to someone who was just meant to be fodder. Yueyu is responsible for teaching her these things, and though it takes some effort, she’s a smart girl and can figure it out pretty quickly. Now, in the present, nobody could tell that she got a late start on the language and the ability to read and write. Not only that, but the concept of freedom is… so foreign. Her first taste of freedom is the one of the things that inspires her– and she wants everyone to be able to feel how open and wide the universe really is. Quelling the Borisin is one way to do that, enabling people to no longer suffer at the hands of these abominations that threaten peace. I’m sure, in a way, it’s also for them to atone for all of the lives they’ve affected over the years.

With how much bloodshed and battle she’s seen, Feixiao absolutely has some form of PTSD. It’s even referenced in one of her character stories: in the wake of Lan’s Lux Arrow, she sees the faces of people reaching for her to be saved, only to disappear into the blinding light that claimed so many lives. General Yueyu was gone, so many of her comrades were gone, and all that was left was a huge ravine with absolute silence lingering over it. She doesn’t want to experience that again, and she wants to save as many people as she can– she wants to outpace that shooting star, so another Lux Arrow doesn’t have to destroy everything in its path. If she can be faster, if she can be better… there won’t be any reason for it to be used. Temperament: Feixiao is definitely a brash individual, and she doesn’t mince her words. She’s straightforward, she’s blunt, and she’s honest– but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t know how to play her cards right. As a tactician, her sharp mind is what has enabled her to win battles that would otherwise seem impossible to turn the tide of.

When she wants to be, she can be highly emotionally intelligent; but she may not always voice that. I think she’s a firm believer of the fact that people will talk when they want or need to– and as a result, she often just offers distraction or a quiet shoulder to cry on when it’s necessary. She can tell when people are off put or not themselves, but even she’s said herself that she’s not the best with words. She speaks with her actions– all her promises and oaths will be fulfilled on the battlefield.

She’s quite lighthearted and jovial for the most part, and playful. She’ll be serious when the situation calls for it, buuuuuut… Live it up a little, and enjoy the peaceful times. They’ll be gone soon enough, and it’ll be back into the flames of war inevitably. Though she’s supportive and self-sacrificing, it’s rare that she’ll delve into her own emotions. As a General, of course she’s expected to be a strong pillar and a symbol of courage– she’ll swallow her sorrow and her grief for the chance to remain stoic for everyone around her… But there are a select few people that she can divulge her secrets to. It’s mentioned that Yukong is one of them, and I’d wager that Jiaoqiu and Moze know quite a bit as well. With Jiaoqiu, maybe she seeks silent reassurance– with Moze, dragging him out for a midnight jog seems like it would fit her well.

She remembers everyone she’s lost. Everyone. There’s names burned into her memory, there’s faces that never leave. Each one is a mark on her heart, searing through her and pushing her forward with every battle and every step.

Miscellaneous: It’s mentioned in official art that she can play the flute and sing! Whether her singing voice is good or not… we don’t know yet. Haaaha

There’s more for me to add here, but this is at least a start.

#;ooc

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blazingwillows · 11 months ago

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ARTIST CREDIT: @jaw-draw ❤️❤️

Recently, I have gotten super into the TTRPG Lancer, so here is my first ever Pilot! As I'm going to be the GM, my girl here will be an npc, but I love her non the less! I added in a small playlist of 3 songs that I think fit her character journey.

Pilot Name: Raven Iscariot

Callsign: Legion

Mech: Experimental Balor Model - Lazarus

Company: The Black Rose Initiative

#lancerrpg #lancer #mecha #lancer art #lancer ttrpg #lancer rpg #ttrpg #art #ocs #cyborg #original character #Spotify

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skye707 · 2 years ago

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What are the different riddlers taste in music, and what would they do if their favourite song played at a social event?

Oh geez, I love this one. You went and did it now. Now, y’all get to have samples from my Riddler playlists >:)

Unburied

Super Bass - Nicki Minaj

The Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani

Umbrella - Rihanna

If one of these songs come on, he’ll look over at whoever he’s with, give a big grin, and start doing a little shimmy. He’s not all out dancing, but anyone who’s watching can see that he’s really into it.

Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind

Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) - Looking Glass

London Bridge - Fergie

“Oh, I love this song!!!” Proceeds to turn the volume up to an eleven. He’s singing along poorly and showing off that he knows every single word.

Dano

Dangerous - Big Data, Joywave

Revolt - Muse

Undone-The Sweater Song - Weezer

Moment of surprise, then his little cheeks shoot up into a lil smile. He’s bouncing up and down, not dancing and the bouncing is almost imperceptible, but he’s enjoying these three or so minutes of joy.

It’s Gonna Be Me - *NSYNC

I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys

Just The Girl - The Click Five

If he was at home, he’d be absolutely getting down. Dancing, singing, grabbing a hairbrush for a mic. However, if he is not at home, his face will go a little red as he looks around at his present company. “Oh, heh, you know this song? Me too! Wow, yeah, it’s, uh, pretty cool, right?”

Gotham

I’d Rather Go Blind - Etta James

Rock Me Amadeus - Falco

Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin

If one of these songs plays in public, he’s surprised at first. Wow, this DJ has great taste, unlike most people! If society calls for it, he’ll break out his lanky dance moves. He’s actually a pretty good dancer, believe it or not.

BTAA

Brujeria - El Gran Combo de Puerto Rico

He’s the Greatest Dancer - Sister Sledge

I'm Gonna Live Till I Die - Frank Sinatra

Oh, he’s dancing. No questions asked. This dude will get down at the drop of a hat. It would be extremely embarrassing if he wasn’t such an outstanding dancer. Like wow.

Arkham

Hungry Like The Wolf - Duran Duran

Hyperactive! - Thomas Dolby

Invincible - Pat Benatar

To the untrained eye, it would seem that he had no reaction to hearing his favorite music in public. But if you look very carefully and don’t make a scene about it, you’ll be able to observe as one eyebrow shots up, a smirk appears on his face, and he closes his eyes in adoration of this moment.

BTAS

Only the Good Die Young - Billy Joel

I Melt with You - Modern English

Maniac - Michael Sembello

Okay, so I imagine his choice of music for dancing I something you’d find in a ballroom. But if any of these songs come on in public, he’s tapping his toes and snapping his fingers. Maybe a little hop, skip, or a jump if he’s moving around.

Telltale

You Can��t Always Get What You Want - The Rolling Stones

Can’t Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli

Move Over - Janis Joplin

What kind of music does Puzzle Grandpa like? Old music. Good old music. Legendary old music. Songs that echo through the halls of time. Songs that remind him of the spontaneity of his youth. He’s not gonna dance, but that’s only because he’s too lost in the memory. Years ago, what feels like another lifetime, he would have busted a move with the best of them.

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disneytva · 4 months ago

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Disney Branded Television Orders Kiff -Themed Halloween and Christmas Specials For 2024' Starting With "The Haunting Of Miss McGravy's House"

This Halloween season, Disney Channel and Disney Jr. have kids and families covered with an abundance of festive and fun programming for the whole family to enjoy together.

Between the announcements of Monstober, it was revealed that Disney Branded Television has ordered two-separate Kiff specials centered around Halloween and Christmas with the first special being "The Haunting Of Miss Gravy's House" slated for a October 5 at 7:30PM EST only on Disney Channel and streaming Wednesday, Oct. 16, on Disney+

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Kiff: The Haunting of Miss McGravy’s House Halloween Special - Saturday, Oct. 5 at 7:30PM EST only on Disney Channel; Wednesday, Oct. 16, on Disney+ In this full-length special, Kiff and her friends haunt a house on Halloween to save it from being sold.

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An album featuring songs from the special by Walt Disney Records and Brad Breeck is set to drop Friday October 4.

Both specials separate from S1 & S2 where ordered thanks to the sucess of the series on ratings and streaming since launch as Kiff is still one of the most streamed animated series on Disney+ and Disney Channel. Last week creators Nic Smal and Lucy Heavens where considered Disney Television Animation's most prolific creators alongside Dan Povenmire, "Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, Bruce W. Smith, Ralph Farqhuar, Noah Z. Jones , Craig Gerber, Rob LaDuca, Kim Duran, Aliki Theofilopoulos, Rachel McNevin, Chris Houghton, Shane Houghton, Stevie Wermers-Skelton,Kevin Deters, Ryan Gillis and Natasha Kline during The Walt Disney Company's 2024 Emmys.

#Kiff #Disney Kiff #Nic Smal #Lucy Heavens #Kiff: The Haunting of Miss McGravy’s House #Kiff The Haunting of Miss McGravy’s House #Disney Channel #Disney Television Animation Specials #Disney TVA Specials #Youtube

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lifenconcepts · 7 months ago

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SONGS I LIKE

because I have banger tunes in my head always. In no order at all!

Living in a Dream - Pseudo Echo

Waiting For the Ghost Train - Madness

People are strange - The Doors

Awake - Electric Guest

Chauffeur - Duran Duran

Elegant Aliens - Blood Culture

Opium Eaters - Madness

Cheek to Cheek - Taco

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

Destination Unknown - Pseudo Echo

Forever - Angels & Agony

Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel

Struck By Lightning - Toto

Listening - Pseudo Echo

Rock You like a Hurricane - Scorpions

When dawn arrives - Madness

Grey Day - Madness

Come Back Down - Trevor Something

Avtomobili - Vesyoliye Rebyata

Mime’s song - VITAS

Romantica Megapolisa - Bioconstructor

Spam - Daiitye Tank

Zero - Kofe

Moi Adress sovetskii soyuz

Stranger In Me - Pseudo Echo

Voice - Ultravox

Daydream - Narvent

Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles (both of and strings only version)

First Woe - Ofdream

Devil’s Train - The Lab Rats

How Soon Is Now

King of lullaby - Eiffel 65

Come along now - Cosmo Sheldrake

Blue Monday - New Order

Orby - Cosmo Sheldrake

Oxygen - OSVISS

Stranger in town - Toto

Sub-Culture - New Order

Svet Ogneii - KODIZC

The Son of Flynn - Daft punk - Ki Theory

19 2000 - GORILLAZ

Dare - GORILLAZ

2000 miil’ - Chernobyl

Castor - Daft Punk

Acid Rain - Lorn

Counting Sheep - SAFIA

Crow - Forest Swords

Devil - Moon Walker

Lose Yourself - Eminem

My Ordinary Life

Love and Pain - Creeper

Donaukinder - Rammstein

HEAVEN SAYS - chart

Kletka - Molchat DomA

Krisha - bishkek

Vsyo Slozhno - Egorbez

Natural - Imagine dragons

Warriors - Imagine Dragons

People Eater - sodikken

Vladimirsky Central Prison - Chernikovskaya hata

London Goodbye - Car-man

Bez konkretiki - Byespokoinik

Chabged The Way You Kiss Me - Example

Freed from desire - GALA

Timezone - Sander van Doorn

Destination Calabria - Alex Gaudino

Everybody wants to rule the world - Tears for Fears

Be My Lover - La Bouche

Livin la Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

Mr Vain - Culture Beats

Sunny - Boney M

Moves like Jagger - Maroon 5

We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool DCUP

Blind Spots - C418

Dry Hands - C418

Far - C418

Moog City - C418

Droopy likes your face - C418

Taswell - C418

Dombummel- spongebob music

stadium rave - spongebob

Waltzing flutes - same as above

Aloha oe -same

Chill out -same

Faraway - Eiffel 65

Happy Nation - Ace of Base

I’m OK - Little Big

High Hopes - Pink Floyd

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

Who is She - I monster

I ran so far away - a flock of seagulls

Alarm call - The Correspondents

Around the world - ATC

Stayin alive - Bee Gees

Don’t fear the reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

Body Company - And One

Come as you are - Nirvana

Brother - Stuck in the Sound

Get Lucky - Daft Punk

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Dont stop me now - Queen

I DJ with the fire - Eiffel 65

My Generation - GORKY PARK

American Interior - Gruff Rhys

Hall of fame - the script

Chlorine - 21 pilots

I wanna rock - Twisted Sister

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

bulletproof - La Roux

Lenningradskiy Blues

Animals - Martin Garrix

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Little Dark Age - MGMT

Counting Stars - OneRepublic

People of Tomorrow - Eiffel 65

Control - House of Harm

Ally or Enemy - T.P. And the Indians

Angel of Snow - PLAZMA

Brass Goggles - Steam powered giraffes

California Dreamin- The mamas and the papas

Cigarettes out the window - TV girl

Fish in a birdcage

Glasshouse - Germinator

Lovers rock - TV girl

We re not gonna take it - Twisted sister

Stressed out - 21 pilots

Keep your eyes peeled - ULTRA SUNN

Young Foxes - ULTRA SUNN

Tonight - The Correspondents

Tardigrade - Cosmo Sheldrake

Stupid MF - Mindless self indulgence

Sugar Pills - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Sadness is rebellion - Lebanon Hanover

Lonely - PLAZMA

Piece of your heart - MEDUZA, goodboys

Pink Elephants on parade

Wplf in sheep’s clothing - ft. William Beckett

White Room - Cream

Sol Seppy - Move

SNAP! - Rythm is a dancer

Bangarang - Skrillex

Shut me up - MSI

Test & Recognise - Seekae

Big Hoops - RVZZER, JANFRY

Rubber ring - The Smiths

Prescription - MSI

Pork Soda - Glass Animals

Embryo - Pink Floyd

achilles come down - gang of youth

Blue Canary

Strawberry fields forever - The Beatles

Shoplifters of the world unite - The Smiths

Show me the meaning of being lonely - Backstreet boys

West end girls - backstreet boys

Green Machine - Lightnin Harry Dee

Le silence - Hante

Heart of glass - Blondie

Cadillac - Buster Band

Crying just a little - Billy DeCole & Derriere

Errol - Australian Crawl

Dont go - Pseudo Echo

Heart of stone - David Lewis

Shadows of love - Jeff Hurd and the differents

The Miracle - Queen

Sneg - Aigel

AND THERES MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM!

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judasrpc · 1 year ago

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LYRIC STARTERS BASED ON MY CURRENT "ON REPEAT" SONGS

aka, subtly exposing my music taste by slamming a bunch of songs onto one post, even if these probably exist as separate ones somewhere. the sections will be separated by the song titles & artists. this only includes my top 10, because we would be here forever if i included any more.

add context & change gendered language to your needs !! if multi, please specify which muse(s) !!

INVISIBLE - DURAN DURAN

" Living without choice is a life without a voice. "

" Has the memory gone? Are you feeling numb? "

" Will you say my name? "

" Hindsight is falling on my face. "

" When you don't hear a word I say […] "

" But a voiceless crowd isn't backing down. "

"Can you say my name? "

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FLIGHT OF THE CROWS - JHARIAH

" I cannot help but think I've overstayed my welcome. "

" The company's quite nice on crimson nights like these. "

" Well, I think that I've gotta go, and I don't know why. "

" I need you to promise that you won't cry. "

" Let those old memories go. "

" Please understand that I will find a brand new life. "

" So just let me out of your mind. "

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BLOOD UPON THE SNOW - HOZIER & BEAR MCCREARY

" Nature offers a violence. "

" The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds. "

" The ground walked here is a wonder. "

" And all things nature's given; she takes all things back from the living. "

" I've walked the earth, and there are so few here that know. "

" It's not my arms that will fail me. "

" This world takes more strength than it gave me. "

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RISK, RISK, RISK - JHARIAH

" We would've never worked out together. "

" Wager all you've got, and run me all that shit. "

" I can't take another day! I need some change. "

" There's things you just can't see with such precautious eyes. "

" I don't think I need to tell you; you'll see me when I do. "

" Better bite your tongue! "

"I don't second-guess a vision. "

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EAT YOUR YOUNG - HOZIER

" Let me wrap my teeth around the world. "

" I want to feel the edges start to burn. "

" If there's something to be gained, there's money to be made. "

" Throw enough rope until the legs have swung. "

" You can't buy this fineness. "

" If there's something still to take, there is ground to break. "

" Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns. "

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CARELESS WHISPER - GEORGE MICHAEL

" I feel so unsure. "

" Something in your eyes calls to mind a silver screen, and all its sad goodbyes. "

" Though it's easy to pretend, I know you're not a fool. "

" To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind. "

" But there's no comfort in the truth, pain is all you'll find. "

" I wish that we could lose this crowd. "

" We could have been so good together. "

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APOCALYPTICISM - MOON WALKER

" We fight fire with silence and pray somebody hears. "

" No one said the world can't change in just a couple nights. "

" We want a revolution, but only with condition. "

" He came baring the heart of a liar; wearing the face of an honest man. "

" Start feeding the dogs of war. "

" We're in your head and hiding in plain sight. "

" But I don't see any difference, they both look the same to me. "

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DIGITAL SILENCE - PETER MCPOLAND

" I won't ask a question; I'll state the truth. "

" This is the way that it is. "

" Something you love turns to something you miss. "

" This is the way that I know. "

" I feel it inside me like a pulse; it's starting to slow and the meter dips. "

" This is the sound of the truth. "

" There is nothing you can do. "

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KINGSLAYER - BRING ME THE HORIZON & BABYMETAL

" Are you looking for the other side? "

" I need to know where your loyalties lie. Tell me, are you gonna bark, or bite? "

" Wipe the system and back the fuck up. "

" You are modified. "

" You're a puppet! When they cut your strings off, don't come crawling back. "

" You're on your own. "

" I'll fight for you until I die. "

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I'M AFRAID I'LL GO TO HEAVEN - MOON WALKER

" I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I don't want what's coming next. "

" Don't think we stand taller together, 'cause half of us ain't got no spine. "

" My biggest fear ain't no red Devil, it's being near you people all the time. "

" I'll be fine as long as you go somewhere else. "

" They tell you truth is what you make it. "

" It's like we don't even gotta try no more. "

" I'm sure your god would love to keep it white, but I think that me and mine will be alright. "

#rp memes #rp meme #rp prompts #rp prompt #roleplay prompts #writing prompts #ask box meme #askbox meme #rph #rpc #judasrpc #// can i say as an aside: i love that these vastly different songs have similar thematic elements #// that when stripping the lyrics down. you get such similar messages?#// i'm sure that says smth about me BUT--

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duran-duran

summary: in which eve talks with her members

set: 20 nov 2023

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mention of food and being drunk; crying

an: hi hi hi. not really cute and fun but also kinda cute and fun. this takes place after this. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

Eve walked into the apartment, hearing the soft voices of her members as they got ready. For duran duran. The one she initiated.

Yuna looked up when she noticed her. “You’re home early,” she commented, looking at the clock on the wall. “Doesn’t it take longer to drive here from Chuu-nim’s house?”

“That’s when there’s traffic,” Eve said, walking into the living room, “but everybody was at home tonight, so it was quick.”

Chaeryeong nodded. “Well, we’re ready for you.”

Eve hummed, picking up one of the trinkets on the kitchen counter. “Well, you see… the problem with that…”

“Since you’ve had time to think, you don’t want to do duran-duran anymore?” Yeji guessed, sitting down on one of the couches. She crossed her legs, putting a bowl of popcorn in her lap.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Eve agreed.

Ryujin patted the spot on the couch next to her. She was sitting on the one against the living room wall. “Come here, unnie,” she singsonged.

Eve dragged her feet as she walked over to Ryujin and watched as Chaeryeong and Yuna sat on the couch with Yeji.

“I don’t wanna say it now,” Eve whined, accepting the bowl of popcorn that Yuna passed her.

“Then let’s watch a movie and you can just blurt it out,” Yeji suggested, everyone agreeing with her. They debated what movie to watch, all wanting something different. Chaeryeong suggested they do the ladder game to decide who would choose the movie that they would watch.

Eve watched as Chaeryeong drew the lines for the game on a stray piece of paper she found. “I’m gonna leave the company,” she said softly.

Due to how quietly she spoke, Ryujin was the only one who heard her, the other members focused on watching to make sure Chaeryeong didn’t cheat.

“You’re leaving the company?” Ryujin exclaimed in shock, causing the other members to abandon the game and look at Eve.

Yuna was the first out of the three to speak up, “What?”

“Well, I’m not leaving, like, tomorrow,” Eve quickly clarified, “but I’m thinking about it.” The room was filled in silence as everyone registered what Eve said. “You see, this is why I had talked myself out of doing duran-duran, because I knew it would get tense, and weird, and… awkward, and… not fun,” she said. When her members still didn’t say anything she tried again, “Have you seen the goat video? It’s the most hila–”

“You want to leave the company?” Chaeryeong asked, her voice soft. She turned around fully so that she was facing her oldest member.

Eve sighed defeatedly. “Yeah. I do. I had known for a while, but… tonight was the first time I ever… said it outloud.”

“What made you…?” She trailed off, not knowing how to finish the question.

Eve fiddled with her fingers in her lap, looking down at them. “Um, I was with Jiwoo and we were talking, and then I disassociated, and then I came back, and then I just kind of… asked her about when she left her company. And how she knew it was the time, how she made that jump, how she… did it. And she asked me if I wanted to and I… admitted it. For the first time. I mean, when I did the variety show with Hyoyeon unnie, I did say that sometimes, when things were super, duper hard, I’d dream of retiring, but I didn’t want to retire. So…”

The room was still quiet, making Eve uneasy. “I don’t… I don’t hate ITZY or anything,” she explained, trying to fill the silence, “I just.. I’m tired. It isn’t a reflection of my feelings towards you guys or the group or anything like–”

“Unnie,” Yeji stopped Eve’s ramblings, “if you think leaving the company will make you happy… then you should leave the company. I’m not saying this to… I’m not saying this because I want you to leave, I just want you to be happy,” she said, tearing up. “I mean, we all know how overworked you are by the company. You’re literally preparing for a solo comeback at the same time as ours.”

“It would be selfish of us to tell you not to go,” Ryujin added, wiping a stray tear that was on Eve’s cheek. “You are so emotional lately,” she wetly chuckled.

Eve sniffled. “Yeah, I think it’s the sleep deprivation. But I don’t want to not be in ITZY.”

Yuna passed around a box of tissues to each of the members. “Just because you leave the company, doesn’t mean you’ll leave ITZY. You’ll always be our oldest maknae,” she joked, hoping to make Eve laugh.

Eve giggled, wiping her cheeks. “Thanks. I have to get a lawyer. And an apartment. And I have to tell Ari unnie that we won’t work together anymore.” She sighed. “This is not fun,” she complained.

“Unnie, we’ll be there to support you through everything,” Chaeryeong said through her tears, “the same way you support us, okay?”

Eve pouted, watching as all of her members started crying. “Thanks, guys. I love you. Thanks for always sticking by me and being so cool.”

“You’re not drunk, why are you being so sappy?” Ryujin asked, joking about how Eve voices her gratitude when drunk.

“Because I love you, guys,” she whined.

Later, when the members had calmed themselves down, they put on a movie and ate their popcorn.

“When you go apartment hunting, can we go with you?” Yuna asked.

“We have to go with unnie,” Ryujin said, “we need to make sure she picks an apartment with rooms for us,” she teased, giggling when Eve threw popcorn at her.

“You can go apartment hunting with me,” Eve said. “I’ll need a second opinion with me.”

Yeji looked away from the screen. “How will you leave? Like, what will the process be like?”

“I’m not really sure,” Eve admitted. “I guess I’ll need an angle first. Like, a reason for wanting to leave, and then I’d need evidence.”

“Would it be evidence against the company or against one person?” Chaeryeong questioned.

“I guess both. I mean, the company will have to explain why it allowed lizard to treat me the way he’s been treating me.”

Ryujin and Yeji shared a look of confusion. “Is ‘lizard’ your new nickname for PD-nim?” The former girl asked, causing Eve to blink repeatedly at her.

“‘Lizard’ is Director Park,” she simply said. “Did I forget to tell you?”

“Tell us what?”

“I think I forgot to tell you,” she muttered. “So, two months ago I found out that PD-nim isn’t the one making me do all of these schedules. Lizard is making him make me do these schedules.”

She explained how she found it odd that everytime she refused to do something, he would look wary instead of angry and would borderline-plead her to listen. After doing some sleuthing — literally just accidentally overhearing a conversation between Director Park and Jinyoung —, she came to the realisation that it wasn’t that Jinyoung wanted to make Eve have a million and one schedules, it’s that he was being forced to. She had already confronted him about it to confirm it, and was proved right.

“I could’ve sworn I told you this already.”

Yeji gasped. “You know how you sometimes talk in your sleep?” She asked Eve, waiting for her to nod before continuing, “A few weeks ago, Lia said she heard you saying ‘loser’ over and over again. Maybe you were telling us in your dream.”

“Speaking of Jisu unnie,” Yuna began, “shouldn’t we tell her?”

“Won’t it stress her out?” Chaeryeong asked.

Eve shook her head. “I know the perfect way to deliver the news.”

[🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️]

nabi [00:12] i’m leaving the company

nabi [00:12] not today but soon

nabi [00:13] we just had duran-duran about it

nabi [00:13] nothing to be stressed about juj :)

ryu ryu [00:14] she is not lying

jiji [00:15] i can confirm

“Because I told her not to be stressed, she won’t stress,” Eve explained, putting her phone down.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” Yeji shook her head, also putting her phone down.

Yuna threw some popcorn into her mouth. “When are you going to file to leave the company?”

“Um… I don’t know. I just decided that I’d leave, like, two seconds ago.” Eve chuckled. “I’ll need to talk about it with a lawyer, see how long everything goes, but… Yeah.”

The girls nodded, accepting that answer and focusing again on the TV. They got distracted not even five seconds later by the thought of Eve buying an apartment for herself, and spent almost an hour looking at apartments that were on sale online until they fell asleep in the living room.

an: my family i love them so muchhhhhh

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon // @alixnsuperstxr // @cosmicwintr // @girlzwfun // @txt-yaomi // @moongrlz

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justsomerandomfanfic · 8 hours ago

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hi!!! can i get a romantic match up for stranger things and supernatural?

i’m 21, female (she/her), bisexual. i’m 5’0 with curly brown hair and green eyes; i wear glasses with a thin round golden frame. i love reading, writing and drawing, and I'm majoring in early education.

i’m shy and introverted, get anxious quite easily, my favourite things to do are going on car rides with friends and movie nights together. Some of my favourite bands are Spandau Ballet and Duran Duran, but I'm mostly into 70s/80s music :). Love your work!!!<3

Hello! And thank you! <3

I really hope you like your matchups!

I'm sorry for the wait!

<333333

This was pretty fun!

Hehe <3

Romantic Matchups; Stranger Things and Supernatural

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Romantic;

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Stranger Things;

Steve Harrington -

You met Steve during your freshman year at college.

At first, he was the charming, outgoing - kind of awkward - guy everyone knew in your social circles, while you were a quiet, introverted student who kept mostly to herself.

You were both in a creative writing class together, and you always caught his eye whenever you'd hand in assignments or give short presentations.

One day, you accidentally bumped into him in the library, knocking over a stack of books.

You were flustered and apologized profusely, but Steve just laughed it off, offering to help you pick them up.

From that point on, you started talking, and Steve found himself intrigued by your thoughtful and creative nature.

Your friendship with Steve grew slowly but surely, starting with small conversations between classes and sharing opinions on the novels you were studying.

Steve admired how shy and soft-spoken you were but noticed that you were surprisingly quick-witted and funny once you were comfortable.

He started to appreciate your deep love for books, writing, and art, and you found his quirky and genuine nature endearing.

You both started hanging out more, whether it was grabbing coffee at the campus café or going on long drives, just listening to your favorite 70s/80s tunes.

Steve was always the one to suggest spontaneous little adventures, like going to a record store or a nearby diner, just to enjoy each other’s company.

You’d also find yourself drawn into deep, philosophical conversations with him, which always made you feel like you could talk to him about anything.

Steve would tell you all about the kids he used to babysit.

Seeing how his face would light up from the stories...

You found it endearing.

As the months passed, you both began to feel something more than friendship but were hesitant to express it.

Steve would find little ways to show that he cared about you, like picking up your favorite snacks when he noticed you were stressed about schoolwork or sitting with you during your breaks, just to keep you company.

For you, it was the way he paid attention to the details - how he always made sure you were comfortable and would listen intently to your ideas or dreams for the future.

The shift in your feelings was subtle - the way his touch lingered just a moment longer when he handed you something or the way he would always smile that little bit brighter when he saw you.

You'd catch yourself flushing more often and finding excuses to be near him.

In the very beginning when he was thinking about his feelings, he was very nervous.

Would you even like him the way he liked you?

It wasn’t until one late night when you were both sitting on the hood of Steve’s car, looking at the stars, that the confession finally came.

He was unusually quiet, staring off into the night before he turned to you with a soft smile.

"You know, I never thought I’d find someone who loves the same things I do... Who doesn’t mind being a little weird and, well, quiet sometimes."

You smiled back, heart fluttering in your chest.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, Steve glanced at you, his eyes soft.

“I think I’ve been falling for you, and I don’t know if you feel the same."

Your heart swelled, and without missing a beat, you told him that you’d felt the same for a while now.

That night, you shared your first kiss, soft and tentative, but so full of promise and affection.

As a couple, things between you and Steve were comfortable and easy.

He was always a little more extroverted, but with you, he felt more grounded.

You found comfort in each other’s presence.

Whether it was long walks after class, lazy nights in watching movies, or working on projects together, you both became inseparable.

Steve would always encourage you to share your art, whether it was your writing or drawings, and he’d never hesitate to tell you how amazing you were.

Steve would do little romantic things that made you feel incredibly special.

He’d leave you notes in your textbooks, random love letters, or little doodles that reminded you of inside jokes.

On cold days, he’d offer you his jacket, making sure you were warm, even if it meant he’d freeze.

He loved taking you to small, quaint places you’d never think of going, like a hidden little park or a rooftop to watch the sunset together, always with your favorite songs playing in the background.

When the weekends came, you’d both enjoy slow mornings together.

Steve loved making you breakfast, even if it was just pancakes with a little too much syrup.

He’d make you coffee and surprise you with your favorite pastries.

After breakfast, you’d curl up on the couch together, sharing your latest projects and dreams for the future.

Even when you were studying or working, he’d just sit beside you, content to be in the same space.

At some point, you would hear the story about the UpsideDown and Hawkins.

It was hard to believe at first, but you knew Steve would never lie to you.

And he had the scars to prove it.

Steve would go out of his way to make sure you felt loved and supported, whether that meant helping you with your coursework for your early education class, setting up a cozy movie night when you needed a break from studying, or just being a shoulder to lean on when anxiety hit.

If you ever felt overwhelmed, Steve would give you space, but always gently remind you that he was there whenever you needed him.

His constant support made you feel safe and loved.

You’d always encourage Steve to pursue his passions and take the time he needed to focus on what made him happy.

You’d be there when he needed to vent about life or just take a breather from everything.

You’d spend time making him small gifts, drawing, or writing him little things that expressed how much he meant to you.

And of course, you’d always let him know how much you loved him, whether it was with a touch or a warm smile.

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Supernatural;

Dean Winchester -

You first met Dean through Sam.

You were a fellow hunter, introduced to the brothers when Sam needed help with a particularly tricky case involving a vengeful spirit.

You’d been working alone on the case when Sam reached out to you, knowing you had the skills to assist.

Dean was immediately wary of you, always protective of Sam, but after watching you work and handle the situation with ease, he came to respect your talents.

It wasn’t long before you were joining them on hunts together, each of you contributing something unique to their team.

Over time, your bond with Dean grew, grounded in the shared experiences of hunting and saving people.

He respected your independence and your quiet, no-nonsense approach to hunting.

Dean would often tease you about your calm, collected attitude, but you’d always fire back with witty remarks.

You became a solid member of the team, and your friendship with Dean grew into something more comfortable as you spent more time together.

You’d share the occasional laugh or joke in between hunts, and the way Dean would always try to make you laugh during tough situations became a trademark of your dynamic.

The banter between you two felt effortless and natural.

The romantic feelings between you and Dean were subtle at first.

He had a way of looking at you that was different from the way he looked at Sam - obviously - or other hunters.

You would catch him staring at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention, his gaze lingering just a bit longer.

For you, it was the little things - how he’d protect you in the field, how he’d always make sure you were safe before he took the dangerous shots.

It was his quiet, gentle moments that made you start to realize just how much you cared for him.

One night, after a particularly dangerous hunt, you were both exhausted and nursing your wounds back at the motel.

Dean, after a long stretch of silence, finally said, “You know, you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met, sweetheart.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing at your lips. “Yeah? How’s that?”

“You make it all seem... Easier. Like, all this crap we deal with? I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel as bad with you around.” He paused, and when you looked at him, he took a breath and added, “I think I’ve got feelings for you. Could be more, could just be the adrenaline talking... But I don’t think it is.”

It was a rare moment of vulnerability for Dean, and you immediately smiled, leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

It felt like everything had come full circle.

The relationship between you and Dean was straightforward but full of heart.

He was always fiercely protective of you, which you found endearing and comforting.

You'd protect him too.

You supported him during his darkest moments, offering a calm presence and a listening ear whenever he needed it.

Dean’s love for you was fierce, and you found yourself falling more for his rough exterior and kind heart as time passed.

Dean would show his love through small gestures: making you coffee during the early morning hours, putting a blanket around you when you were too tired after a hunt, and always making sure you had everything you needed.

On rare, quiet nights, he’d play your favorite 70s/80s songs on the Impala’s radio, sharing stories about the music while you both relaxed after a long hunt.

When the hunting life calmed down, you two would spend evenings cooking together, either making a hearty meal or just grabbing snacks.

Dean loved that domestic side of things, as much as he would never admit it.

You’d also spend time fixing up the Impala or planning your next hunt over dinner.

It wasn’t perfect, but those small moments of peace felt like everything to him.

Dean would always make sure you were well taken care of, even if it meant putting himself in harm's way.

He would also protect you emotionally, keeping the darker parts of the hunting life away from you when needed.

You’d always make sure he knew he wasn’t alone, especially when the weight of his family history and his life as a hunter would get too heavy.

You’d reassure him, offering comfort and love in ways he never expected.

You’d make him feel seen and appreciated in a world where it often seemed like he was forgotten.

Your kindness and patience would be the anchor he desperately needed in his chaotic world.

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finest-galaxy · 1 month ago

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Bullet With Butterfly Wings pt 2

Well, ya'll. This fic took an unexpected turn into more PG-13 territory. See the playlist below:

1. Rio- Duran Duran

2. Werewolves of London- Warren Zevon

3. Sweet Emotion- Aerosmith

4. I Wanna Be Sedated- Ramones

5. Crazy Horses- The Osmonds

6. Ain't No Rest For The Wicked- Cage the Elephant

7. Addicted- Saving Abel

8. I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

9. Begging- Maneskin

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Stolas didn’t move as the keys bounced off of his chest. They fell to his lap with a quiet thud.

“Me? Drive?”

Blitz’s nodded, his smile widening.

“Drive your van?”

Nod.

“You want me to drive your van? The same van I listened to you scream at Moxxie about for a half hour during the last full moon?”

The imp’s smile faltered at the memory. “Okay, that was different. He DENTED my baby trying to squeeze it into the drive thru at Hellbucks. He knew it wouldn’t fit! I told him that.”

“That’s a lot of pressure. What if I dent it? Or worse, crash it?” Stolas toyed with the keys in his lap. He was terrified of damaging something so precious. “I haven’t driven much, and the little I did drive was ages ago.”

“Oh, come on. You know you want to, birdie. Plus, if you do hurt my baby, I’ll just take it out on your ass next month.”

Stolas held up the little horse keychain and jangled the keys. “That’s not much incentive to be careful, Blitzy.”

Blitz glared at him. “Hey, I’m only tryin’ to help you. You wanna drive the bitch or not?”

Stolas laughed and nodded. Blitz’s grin returned as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Okay, good. Now, gimme a couple of minutes to get ready. You can’t have a maiden voyage without a good playlist.”

“A maiden voyage. What are we? Pirates?” Stolas craned his neck to try to see the smaller man’s screen.

“Yeah, but this time we’re pirates who don’t throw shit outta windows.” Blitz shot back without looking up from his phone. “Windows are just meant to be put down tonight. Now, quit distractin’ me or you’re never gonna get to drive tonight.”

The owl leaned back in his seat, waiting patiently for almost twenty minutes while the imp poked and muttered at his Hellphone. Finally, he tossed the device onto the dash and shoved open the drivers side door. He jogged around to the passenger side and opened Stolas’s door.

“Your turn, Big Bird.”

Stolas moved slowly around the van and settled into the drivers seat. He took his time adjusting his mirrors and familiarizing himself with the IMP company van. The radio controls only lit up on the left side, the steering wheel was covered in duct tape and the gas pedal had lost the little rubber covering. There was a small crack in the leather of the front seat, and if he moved wrong he could feel a spring poking into his thigh through it. He cranked the keys and felt the van roar to life under his body.

Oh, holy shit. Cosmetic damage aside, the van was an absolute beast of a machine.

“Good! Ya actually gonna drive the thing now?” Blitz had sprawled himself comfortably across the bench seat with his back resting against the door, much as Stolas had earlier in the drive.

Stolas shot him a dirty look and carefully shifted into drive, pressing gently on the gas. The van lurched forward at the smallest touch, scaring the absolute shit out of him. After taking a few moments to recover, he pulled them back onto the highway and increased his speed.

“See? That wasn’t so bad. Ready for your music?” Blitz’s finger hovered over his screen.

“Voyage underway.” The owl confirmed.

Blitz barked a laugh and tapped his screen. Music swelled slowly, leading to a rapid burst of percussion. There was no one else on their stretch of the road. Just him, his passenger, and the two ton hunk of snarling metal and engine. The highway stretched out through the night in front of him, the stars bright above it. The wind whistled through the cabin as a vocalist joined the music.

Moving on the floor now, babe,

You’re a bird of paradise.

Cherry ice cream smile,

I suppose it’s very nice.

A smile broke across his face as the van picked up speed. It was beautiful.

Blitz, seeing the change in the bird’s demeanor, cranked the volume and began singing along. Stolas tapped his long fingers against the patchwork steering wheel along to the beat. Lucifer, Blitz was right. There was an incredible feeling of control that came with devouring the road.

They drove for what felt like hours, with no destination or real direction in mind. Blitz seemed content to man the radio, and Stolas never asked if he should be going somewhere. Every song that came through the speakers seemed to lift more weight off of the owl’s tired shoulders. By the fourth song, he felt more awake than he had in weeks. By the end of the sixth, he’d grown bold enough to remove one hand from the steering wheel and stick it outside, letting the wind whip through his arm feathers.

When that song ended, he leaned forward to turn down the volume.

“Blitzy?”

“Uh huh?” The imp answered, distracted by looking for the next song.

“How did you know I needed this?” Stolas asked quietly, afraid of pushing too hard and disturbing the chaotic peace the two of them had built.

Blitz looked up from his phone. “I didn’t, exactly. You always answer your phone when I text you. You didn’t. For fuckin’ days. Obviously, something was wrong. And I’m never gonna be the guy who shows up on your doorstep for a long ass conversation, but I figured I could be the guy who kidnaps you and makes you listen to my excellent music against your will.”

“But, why did you feel the need to kidnap me at all? I would have eventually responded to you, when I was able.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I fuckin’ knew that, right? I guess I kidnapped you cause then I could know you weren’t dead somewhere for a couple hours.” He flushed and looked back down at his screen, clearly ending the conversation.

“Alright, then.” Stolas nodded and returned the volume to it’s previous migraine-inducing level.

A mopey voice began in tandem with Blitz’s a moment later.

I’m so addicted to,

All the things you do,

When you’re goin’ down on me,

In between the sheets

Stolas’s eyes went wide. What was the little imp trying to do? Kill him?

He must have sensed the taller man’s reaction in the darkness, because he broke away from the lyrics to adopt a more gentle, teasing tone. “Hey, Stols? Remember when I told you that if you asked questions, I would take away the next full moon?” Stolas nodded hesitantly. “Good. Well, after that last line of questioning from you, I decided to go in a different direction. I’m gonna listen to exactly what I want to listen to, no matter how distracting it might be for your smarty pants bird brain over there. And if you so much as ding my rim on a curb, you’ll be paying the price at the end of the ride. Got it?”

Stolas gulped and snuck a glance at the imp next to him. He was no longer reclined against the door. He’d straightened and was looking directly at the owl with an eyebrow raised. Stolas nodded and snapped his eyes back to the road.

“Good. I’m gonna go back to my song now.” Blitz patted his thigh and resumed his singing.

The driver made it through the first song with no incident. The imp’s smooth voice mingling with the gruff voice of the vocalist’s wasn’t distracting at all. The lyrics definitely weren’t either. Everything was going fine until the third song after Blitz had changed the pace.

Put your lovin’ hand out, baby.

Cause I’m beggin’.

Since the beginning of their agreement, from the very first night, Blitz had been the top in their dynamic. He was methodical, borderline cruel, and knew exactly how to turn Stolas into putty in his hands. Now he was fucking BEGGING? How in the hell was he supposed to focus when his power top was in the seat next to him singing about begging?

The van thudded gently as a tire collided with a tiny animal in the road. Blitz lurched forward to stop the music and pointed to the side of the road, silently.

“Oh, shit, Blitz. It was some kind of animal. I am so sorry!” The bird wailed as he pulled the van to the side.

Blitz just put his hand up and threw open his door, jumping out to go survey the damage. Stolas sat petrified in his seat. Oh Lords, what if it was bigger than he thought? What if he’d actually managed to damage the van? He watched the smaller man lean down to inspect the tire, then moved over to stop outside of the drivers side door.

“Get out.” Blitz instructed, sternly.

Stolas scrambled out of the van as quickly as he could. The imp slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking languidly up at the taller man.

“I didn’t give you a lot of rules, right?” The bird shook his head, feathers trembling. “Right. And still, you managed to run over a poor little rat.” Blitz tutted at him. “And what did I say would happen if you hurt my baby?”

“Y-you said I’d pay for it.”

Blitz nodded. “I sure did. But, I’m also not an asshole. You said earlier you didn’t want anyone touchin’ you. I’m not gonna touch you if it’s gonna make things worse. So, I’m gonna need you to tell me exactly what boundary I can’t cross tonight. I’m not gonna be mad at you. I’m helpin’, not hurtin’.”

Stolas thought about that for a moment. It was true, his mood had been awful earlier. But, if he was being honest, he was feeling a little better about things. Full moons usually helped cheer him for a few days. And while he didn’t know exactly what Blitz had planned, the glint in his eyes hinted at something lascivious.

“I think it’s only fair that I pay for my mistakes, isn’t it?”

Blitz grinned at him through the darkness, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Good. Now I can show you how else I blow off steam.”

Notes:

Let me know if ya'll would like a third chapter or if I should end it here. Next chapter would definitely be of the explicit variety. Thanks for reading if you made it this far! Seeing the hits climb warms my elder millennial heart.

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