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fictionalwh0ree · 1 year ago

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I NEED a Billie fic of her fucking best friend reader cause she invited her to be in the Lost Cause video and reader was feeling shy/nervous.

nerves- billie eilish

summary: billie is your best friend, so when she asks you to be in her music video, you can't say no. however, when the day arrives, you're overcome with nerves and insecurity. thankfully, there's an unlikely solution.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mild swearing, smut; thigh riding

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in through the nose. out through the mouth.

that’s what you kept telling yourself as you stood on the other side of a large brown door. camera crews and trucks were parked all throughout the driveway and the large mansion was bustling with life, everyone busy and full of purpose, unlike you, who was debating turning your ass right back around and driving home. your phone buzzed in your hand and you flipped it.

bil

bitch i see u standing outside come in

fuck. she had your location. now you had no choice but to go in.

billie had invited you to be in her music video for her new song “lost cause,” and as her best friend, you couldn’t turn her down. she sounded so excited about it and you appreciated that she wanted to include you in her projects, so you agreed. however, as you opened the door to see multiple jaw dropping girls in pyjamas, you wished you had said no. you hated how you felt insecure around them, but you felt like an outlier. the fact that billie had only invited you because you were her best friend made you feel even worse.

i don’t belong here, you thought to yourself.

you were pulled out of your thoughts by a pair of arms wrapping around you. you hugged back, seeing the familiar brown hair of billie’s mother.

“y/nn,” she greeted excitedly.

“hi maggie,” you greeted back, pushing all your negative thoughts to the back of your head.

“nice to see you,” she smiled, “billie’s upstairs, third door on the right.”

“nice to see you too,” you said as you turned to the staircase.

“oh wait,” she called, causing you to turn around. she looked around for a minute before finding what she was looking for, handing you a pile of neatly folded clothes.

“go ahead and change while you’re up there,” she said.

you went up the stairs and knocked on the door.

“come in,” billie called out.

you opened the door slowly, seeing billie lying down on the bed in a light blue satin set, a robe of the same colour discarded on an armchair nearby.

“y/nnnn,” she said, getting up to hug you, allowing you full view of her outfit. her shorts cut off an inch or so below the top of her thigh and the blue tank top hung loosely off her body, the lace of her bra peeking out.

“billieee,” you responded, hugging her tightly.

“i’m so excited,” she said as she let go of you.

“i can tell, i mean look at all this,” you said.

“did you meet anyone yet?” she asked.

“no, just your mom,” you said.

“come on,” she said, grabbing your hand.

“i think i have to change first,” you laughed. she let go of your hand and hummed in agreeance.

you dropped your pants and took your shirt off, changing quickly. you and billie had all but seen each other naked. once you were changed, you looked in the mirror, tugging at the set, but nothing seemed to make you feel more comfortable. before, you were protected by your sweater, but now all you had on was a set that was only slightly more modest than billie’s. you took a deep breath and followed her out of the room and back down the stairs. spirits were high, you could tell by the laughter that echoed through the whole living room. they had a twister board out, playing together as a bonding exercise before any filming started. music rang through the entire house. billie pulled you to the hair and makeup station, where you sat for thirty-ish minutes while they styled you. once you were done, you walked back to the living room, all of them still involved in the game of twister. you searched for billie, seeing her contorted in a strange backbend on the twister board with two other girls. she smiled at you and you smiled back shyly. as you walked up to the group, all eyes were on you.

“guys, this is y/n,” billie introduced, prompting hi’s from all of the girls.

“hi,” you said back, your voice just above a whisper and your eyes glued to the ground.

“you can get in once we start the next round,” the girl who was holding the spinner offered kindly.

“okay,” was all you managed to get out before you found a seat on the empty couch. you sat on the very edge of it, holding yourself up tensely.

you watched as they all played, wishing you could break out of your shell and talk. you felt jealous of their confidence, the way they could have so much fun with each other even though they just met. you desperately wanted to be that way, but you really just couldn’t push yourself to do that. eventually, billie fell, and immediately she approached you and sat next to you, smiling but with a worried look in her eyes.

“what’s wrong?” she whispered, leaning towards you.

“nothing,” you lied.

“i know you better than that y/n,” she said.

you avoided her eyes desperately.

she stood up and grabbed your hand.

“we’ll be right back,” she said to the group.

“okay,” some of them said back.

she began to drag you towards the stairs where someone stopped her, telling her they were gonna start shooting in thirty minutes. you followed her back to the room you had been in earlier and her hand stayed wrapped around your wrist until you were both sitting next to each other on the bed.

“so you gonna tell me what’s wrong now?” she asked. her gaze was on you but you couldn’t look back at her, your eyes instead on your own legs, which were pressed against hers.

“nothings wrong,” you mumbled.

“well now you’re not even trying to be a good liar,” she said.

“i don’t belong here, with them, billie,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

“they’re all fun and social and so so pretty,” you continued, your voice soft and quiet. you felt ashamed to be saying it, feeling like you were ruining billie’s excitement.

“y/n,” she sighed, “if i wanted someone who ‘belonged’ i would’ve hired another girl like them. but i didn’t. because i wanted you to be in it.”

“you sure you just didn’t have the budget?” you joked, causing her to laugh a bit.

she placed her hand on your chin, turning your head so you were looking at her instead.

“you’re the most amazing person i know. i don’t wanna make this music video with anyone else, it wouldn’t be complete without you. that’s why you’re here,” she said, your faces only inches apart.

then, she leaned forward so her mouth was right by your ear.

“and for what its worth,” she whispered, “you’re prettier than anyone else i know.”

she moved back and you bit your lip, your eyes falling from her blue eyes to her plump lips. as you looked back up at her eyes, you couldn’t help yourself. you kissed her, almost pulling away when you realized what you’d done, but you felt her hand at the back of your head, pushing you guys closer together. the kiss intensified quickly, and you’d shifted from your side by side position to you sitting on one of her thighs. her hands moved to your hips and your lips moved to her neck, planting kisses and leaving hickies all over, as if you weren’t just about to spend the next couple hours on camera. her hands began to guide you, rocking them slowly as you went back to kissing her lips.

“do you want to?” she whispered, leading you to nod desperately.

she turned your body to face away from her and you got the message, adjusting so your entire body was the other way, your back against her front. you moved your hips with her hands, friction building as your clit rubbed against the two layers of fabric and her knee. she was now leaving hickies on your neck and she was bouncing her leg slightly. you moved faster, soft moans and pants falling from your lips as you felt tension build in your stomach. your back was arched and her hands were still glued to your hips, providing you with stability. as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax, you put your head back against her shoulder. your eyes were closed in pleasure as you savoured the moment. you two were in your own world when someone knocked on the door. you stopped moving your hips and threw your head up in shock.

“don’t come in,” she said, but her hands kept you going, making sure you wouldn’t stop rocking.

“i’m, uhhhh, busy!”

“ok, we’re gonna start filming in five,” a crew member yelled from the other side of the door.

your cheeks flushed with embarrassment but billie just smirked at you.

“c’mon, you heard the man,” she said, rocking your hips faster.

the knot in your stomach was tenser than ever and you were having trouble keeping quiet.

“shit i’m so close bil,” you moaned.

she started kissing and nipping at your neck again and it was enough to get you to finish. you fought back a moan as you released, your cum now dripping through both your underwear and shorts.

billie helped move you onto the bed so you were lying down, now exhausted. she smiled at your state and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“hey, you can rest for a bit if you want? join us later,” she suggested.

“nope! i’m ready now,” you said confidently, sitting up.

“not so fast baby,” she said, leaning down to kiss you while she simultaneously pulled your shorts and underwear off.

“i’m gonna get you something new to wear,” she said with a prideful expression, your wet clothes hanging up in the air from her finger.

"stop by hair and makeup while you're at it," you winked, signalling to her hickey-covered neck. you threw your hoodie from earlier at her and she put it on before giving you one last kiss and leaving the room.

you smiled, lying back down on the bed. now you couldn’t help but close your eyes, just for a second…

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samfkiszka · 5 months ago

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A Hard Day's Night

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It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log, But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do, Will make me feel alright…

or… An enemies to fuck-buddies Sam x Fem!Reader One shot

Word Count: 6,493

WARNINGS: SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! Oral (female receiving), dry humping, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it i guess), maybe some shitty editing… not sure what else but if i’m missing something feel free to let me know!

a/n: listen… the enemies to lovers sam fics are probably over done and i KNOW he’s a little sweetie pie and i adore him deeply and i know he’d never be mean but i just… needed to write a little silly bit… anywho…

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Heat lightning flashed against the sky, splitting the inky black in two as Josh drove ridiculously fast down the dirt road that led to the apartment he shared with his twin brother. The warm air weaving through the open windows brought in the soapy scent of the dogwoods that were beginning to bloom all around town. These weekly drives had become a bit of a tradition. Every Friday, Josh would pick you up from work, his voice carrying loudly over whichever song he had chosen to blare from his worn out speakers that night. He would greet you with an enthusiastic grin, asking you about your day and then proceeding to tell you about his own. He’d drive you to his place, and you’d share a poorly cooked meal with his brother. And then the three of you would sit through some old movie, while he explained every single behind the scene facts he knew off the top of his head.

And this had gone on for almost three years. Three years with two of the kindest, happiest people you had ever met. You had even met their parents– equally as loving and wonderful. You had gone on weekend trips with them, gone to every short film showing that Josh orchestrated, every shitty party they would throw in their cramped apartment. You’d listen to Jake play the guitar late into the night, to Josh hum along even when he didn’t know the song. You’d grown to love the two of them, deeply. They were more than friends at this point– they had become your family.

Speaking of their family… there was just one blemish on your relationship with your two favorite people in the world. Their brother, Sam. You hadn’t quite understood what happened when the two of you first met. The… dislike was almost immediate. Josh had been so excited for you to meet his baby brother, rambling for weeks about how much the two of you had in common and how easily you were going to get along. And why would he expect any differently? You had already gotten along well with them, his sister, his parents– who would have thought Sam would be the one outlier.

You didn’t quite hate each other. No, hate was entirely too strong of a word. But on the rare occasions that you crossed paths it was definitely less than pleasant. Josh had been correct about one thing: the two of you were eerily similar. Equally stubborn, though you’d never admit it outloud. Prone to bickering, him more than you. Likely to hold a grudge. He brought out all the things you dislike most about yourself.

So they kept you apart. Jake had begged Josh to schedule the two of you around each other, especially after the last time the two of you were in the same room at the same time.

Which is why you were surprised to see Sam's entirely too expensive, entirely too shiny, burgundy car sitting in Josh’s usual spot. This explained why Josh had been slightly dodgy when you asked about his day earlier.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” You asked, turning to Josh while he parked the car and cautiously took the keys out of the ignition.

“Don’t get mad. He got here a day early. I mean, you can’t still be upset about last time,” Josh rushed out, flinching when he finished.

“I’m not going to hit you Josh. And of course I’m still mad about last time. He called me a-”

Well. You weren’t in the mood to repeat it.

“In his defense you did say he-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop remembering the last time you and Sam were in the same room.

“Seriously, can you just try? We already talked to Sammy, and he promised to be on his very best behavior. As long as you promise not to throw anything.”

“I’m mature enough to keep my hands to myself. As long as he does.” You stuck your pinky out, waiting on Josh to accept your silent promise.

He wrapped his around yours, grinning softly up at you, “I'm glad you’re gonna try. I love you both so much. It would mean the absolute world to me if you guys could just… coexist. That’s all I’m asking for.” He gave your hand an extra squeeze before letting go and throwing his seat belt off hurriedly.

He practically skipped with enjoyment to his walkway, wiping his feet off against the worn welcome mat you had gotten him so long ago. You followed behind, decidedly less excited for the night that lay ahead of you. He ushered you to the front, pushing you through the chipped door. You were welcomed by Jake’s beaming face, the wonderful aroma of whatever they had decided to make for dinner, and… Sam.

His back was turned away from you, his hair piled at the base of his neck in a wild bun. He was chopping something on the wooden cutting board you had gotten Jake for his last birthday– the one branded with his initials and a pirate ship in the corner. This apartment was riddled with you. Your clothes left in their laundry room, your extra toothbrush laying on their bathroom sink. Hell, you even had a half empty bottle of body wash stuck in their shower. Little gifts you had gotten them for birthdays, and Christmas, and just because littered their entire living space.

You were sure Sam hated the constant reminders of your existence. Just as much as your stomach churned when you were reminded of him. His bass, often left in Jake’s room. Pictures of him exploding over the fridge, every once barren shelf. His sweatshirt, the one he constantly seemed to forget, the one that smelled so much like him that it was intoxicating.

Whatever. You were going to be fine! You promised Josh, and you had yet to break a promise to your best friend.

Jake welcomed you instantly, pulling you into a rib crushing hug. No matter how often you saw him, he always greeted you like you had spent years apart.

“How was work?” He mumbled into your neck, his ear splitting smile evident in his voice.

“Awful, but isn’t it usually?

He pulled away, his brow furrowed with worry. “I’m sorry, sunshine. Hopefully dinner can make up for it, huh?”

“Your cooking? It might make my night worse,” you laughed, plopping down on the same sofa you had spent many a night occupying.

“Hey! I’m a fantastic chef,” he complained, ruffling your hair indignantly, “plus, I’m not the one cooking. Sam is.” He shrugged towards Sam, who was busying himself with whatever meal he had decided to make.

You watched him intently, admiring how swiftly he worked with a knife. You bit your tongue, not wanting to insult him with a possible murder weapon in his hand.

He turns to face you at the mention of his name, and all you could do was wave awkwardly and ignore the buzzing anger that filled you when he refused to respond. Jake and Josh didn’t miss the moment, but they too decided not to dwell on it. They chose instead to sit next to you, flipping through channels until Jake landed on an old pirate movie that was already halfway through airing– one he had seen a million times.

It was almost a normal night– if you ignore the burning urge to make a quip at Sam, to egg him on to do the same. Sure, if anyone asked you’d swear up and down that the man was the bane of your existence. But on a much deeper level, in a way you would never admit outloud… you actually enjoyed the banter. The teasing. The way you could feel him staring at you across the room, even when his gaze was angry. Even when his face conveyed a range of emotions you could never quite pinpoint.

Yes, it was undeniable– you did in fact miss the usual biting conversation the two of you shared. It was all it took to remain normal while Sam continued cooking, silently, Jake and Josh joked around beside you. You were abnormally quiet as well, at least quieter than you ever had been with them. Something about Sam’s refusal to speak to you was starting to drive you insane.

Maybe he had nothing nice to say… so he said nothing at all. As childish as it was, it was all you could think to explain away his unusual silence. And maybe that was better than anything.

At least that’s what you told yourself. That’s the mantra you repeated over and over again as he continued to ignore you. Sure, he had no problem talking to Jake and Josh. All through dinner, he didn’t shut up. Talking about his new job, his new car, his new bass, something funny Danny did, something that happened in his astronomy class– seriously, it was non-stop. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise. In fact, the only time he actually went silent was when you opened your own mouth.

“Sam, can you pass me the salt?”

Nothing. Cue Jake begrudgingly reachinging across the length of the table to slide you the shakers.

“You really did a great job cooking, Sam.” Surely a compliment would fuel his ego enough to garner a response.

Nothing yet again.

“So, are you staying over?”

“Yep.”

Finally, Something.

You were used to spending the night at Josh and Jake’s place. You’d fall asleep on their couch, and one of them would take you home the next morning with the promise of seeing you again soon.

Well.. you’d try to fall asleep on their couch. Not like it was awful; Josh did everything he could to be a good host. And Jake would regularly shell out extra blankets when you complained about the insanely cold temperature they insisted on keeping their shared living space. You never quite figured out what stopped you from enjoying a good night’s sleep. Truth is, it happened everywhere you went. Even your own bed imposed the same struggle, the same sleepless nights spent tossing and turning until the sun came out. You had tried everything short of asking Jake to physically knock you out. It was something you had to deal with, something that was entirely your own problem.

Yet, you had never spent the night at the same time as Sam.

You didn’t miss Josh’s smirk.

“He’s crashing in my room,” he explained, “Jake and I are bunking it. Pulled out the air mattress and everything.”

“Yeah, it’ll be just like middle school,” Jake laughs.

“How come you guys never bunk it when I spend the night. Your couch is ridiculously uncomfortable,” you whine, feeling annoyed when all three of them laugh back at you.

“Unless you and Sam want to share the so-called ridiculously uncomfortable couch, this is the arrangement. Sorry sunshine.” Josh stretches as he stands up, gathering the empty dishes from their secondhand dining table. A small part of you wished Sam was here to cook every time you were over; this had been better than the plethora of somehow burnt freezer meals that his brother’s tended to fuck up.

“I’ll bring you some blankets,” Jake offered while trailing behind his twin, leaving you alone with Sam.

And the two of you sat in silence once more. No yelling. No bickering. He didn’t even glance up from his hands as he absentmindedly picked at the calluses around his fingers.

And it drove you crazy. Sure, you had promised Josh no conflict, But did no conflict mean he couldn’t even spare you a passing glance? Couldn’t bother to acknowledge your simple existence?

Jake rushed back in, eyeing you two worriedly while he tossed a handful of blankets and lone pillow onto their worn couch. You thank him quickly, sliding up from the table with a huff while you make your way to their bathroom to get ready to struggle to fall asleep for the rest of the night.

You admired the way they had made it feel homely for you: your red toothbrush resting next to their blue and green one, a bottle of your almost empty face wash nestled in between their own. It was just as much their bathroom as it was yours at this point. You didn’t miss the fact that a new toothbrush had joined your previously perfect trifecta– Sam’s identical red toothbrush lay on the opposite side of the sink, a lone tool, separate from you three. Maybe Josh was right. Maybe you and Sam were just too similar. Maybe you were both too stubborn to get along.

You hadn’t realized how aggressive you had been with your brushing until you pulled our toothbrush back, the bristles almost flattened out completely. You just had to get through the night. And was his ignoring you all that bad? Sure it irked you, how he could so easily behave like you just didn’t exist. But you supposed it was better than fighting, better than potentially destroying your relationship with Jake and Josh. After all, Sam was their brother. You were just a friend, just some girl that Josh had met on a whim just a few years back.

So you’d keep the peace. You’d ignore the nagging feeling in you begging to do something to get a reaction, the feeling you had never ignored before. The feeling that pushed you to tease him, to start and continue arguments. The feeling that sent shivers up and down your whole body when he’d angrily retort back.

Whatever. Who cares?! It’s not like he’s going to be a part of my life forever… just as long as I’m friends with his brothers.

So, forever. At least that’s what you intended when you met the twins. You can’t imagine not being a part of their lives, and in turn this meant you had to be a part of Sam’s life. No matter how small that part was. No matter if he never uttered a word to you again.

You made your way back to the now silent and empty living room, sighing with relief when Sam was nowhere to be found. You could vaguely hear Jake and Josh talking in the next room, but about what you didn’t know. Sam’s room was eerily quiet, much like himself just moments before. You flopped down on the couch unceremoniously, cringing when it groaned under your weight. Jake had left a plethora of blankets from you, even slipping in a tattered old sweatshirt depicting his old high school logo. You pulled it on, fluffing the flat pillow he kept mostly for you. You had become all too familiar with their ceiling over the years. Every bump, every discoloration, every bit of peeling paint. Even the faded glow in the dark stars the three of you had stuck on the ceiling in a bout of drunken childishness. Exactly twenty seven– the last three had fallen off.

The crickets that chirp in the small patches of grass surrounding their apartment complex sounded louder than usual. The ticking clock that Josh insisted on hanging on the wall seemed jarring. You felt wide awake. You weren’t sure why you insisted on spending the night. It was miserable, begging your body to fall asleep, waiting impatiently for someone else to wake up and keep you company. But it pleased Josh, having you over, knowing you felt safe enough to spend the night. You’d never tell him about your failures to fall asleep, how impossible it was to feel restful. It wasn’t his fault– this was something you struggled with your entire life. There was nothing he could do to fix it.

And so you lay there, counting the ticks, adjusting every few moments. It felt like hours passed of you just listening. Listening to the sounds of the snores Jake swore didn’t belong to him. Listening to the soft patter of rain outside.

Listening to a door click and softly swish open.

You lay still, steading your breathing, not wanting to worry whoever came out. The floor creaked softly under light footsteps as whoever they belonged to padded to the kitchen. The fridge door opened slowly with a groan, the light illuminating the room with a blue glow.

“Can’t sleep?”

You nearly jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” You lean up, taking him in. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that hung low on his waist, and a too big white t-shirt that clung to him in odd areas.

“Sorry,” he laughed, shutting the fridge with a thud.

“Why are you up?” You glanced at the clock, wondering how the hell you had managed to be up this late.

“Same as you, I suppose. Can never sleep right.” He shrugged, so casually it was like the two of you had never fought once.

Yet another thing the two of you had in common.

He pulled a drawer open, grabbing a lighter and bringing it up to his face, where a cigarette was dangling precariously off his slightly parted lips. The flame danced in the darkness of the kitchen before he quickly let it go, inhaling deeply and blowing a thick cloud of gray smoke out. You shifted uncomfortably for a moment, not quite knowing how to fill the silence. The warm, familiar smell of his particular brand of choice slowly infiltrated your senses.

“Josh will kill you if he finds out you were smoking in here,” You proclaim, matter-of-factly.

“How is Josh going to find out? You gonna snitch?” He smirked, taking a step closer to where you sat.

“Maybe. If you piss me off.”

“Are you trying to blackmail me?”

“Not unless you plan on pissing me off.”

“I never plan on it, it just sort of happens.” He shrugs, a smug look washing over his features. He sat down next to you with a huff, holding his half-smoked cigarette out to you.

“I don't smoke,” you reply plainly, turning your head away from the steady stream of gray smoke billowing out of the lit object.

It was a lie. A secret you had kept for quite a while, a bad habit that you only partook in occasionally.

“C’mon…”

You knew he knew. He had caught you smoking outside of the twin’s birthday party last April. You were shocked he never told anyone, never held it against you. And you couldn’t deny that you had been itching for a smoke all week.

You reach out your hand, awaiting the feel of it between your fingers, but it never happens. Instead, he cups your cheek, turning your face towards him. He carefully brings the cigarette closer to you, placing it between your partially open lips. You inhale deeply, the cherry red color illuminating the space between the two of you.

“You know, you aren't half bad when you aren't being a complete brat,” He whispers, his eyes studying your face.

“A brat?” You laugh, passing the cigarette back to him. “If anyone’s a brat, it’s you.”

He turns his head to the side, blowing smoke away from your face with a grin. The two of you sit in silence for a beat, yet this silence lacked the hanging awkwardness from earlier. It was suddenly comfortable, the both of you wordlessly passing the cigarette back and forth before it reached the butt. He stood, tossing the dead cigarette out into the twins' trash, shoving it far enough down that they’d be none the wiser.

“That couch is really fucking uncomfortable,” He groans, stretching his back out, “I can’t believe they make you sleep on that.”

“It’s not that bad.”

It really wasn’t. Sure it dipped in odd places, the fabric was wearing off in patches, and it tended to be a bit scratchy… but anyone else could fall asleep on it easily.

“You know… Josh’s bed is pretty big. If you want, you can come sleep with me.”

“What?” You sputter, taken entirely off guard by his proposal. Sleep in the same bed as him? Was he insane?

“Just an offer.” He shrugged, “Probably be a hell of a lot easier to sleep on than a couch they found on the side of the road.” He rolls his eyes at your almost disgusted expression, “Nothing gross, freak.”

He had a point. But still, this went against everything you had ever thought about Sam. Well… maybe not everything. Of course, there had been the rare occasion where your eyes would linger on his hands, his lips, his eyes. You’d mentally chastise yourself for it, ignoring the burning urge to keep looking, choosing instead to provoke him and start some immature argument.

“Just thought I’d ask,” He sighs, turning towards the hallway.

“Wait, Sam,” you start, gripping the blanket Jake had loaned you, “Fine.”

He chuckles, watching as you hop off the couch, dragging your blanket and pillow behind you, “You know Josh’s bed has blankets. And pillows.”

“Oh, yeah.” You drop what you were holding unceremoniously, letting it hang off the couch haphazardly. You follow behind Sam, feeling a rush of heat flare up on your face. Were you really about to sleep next to him? In Josh’s bed?

You knew there was no deeper meaning behind it. You were definitely overthinking it. He was just being nice, extending an olive branch of sorts. Maybe whatever Josh had said to him had worked.

He opens the door quietly, revealing Josh’s perfectly cleaned room. Decorated sparsely, yet so utterly like him. Sam’s bag lay raggedly in the corner, the contents spilling out onto the floor. The bed was still made, like he hadn’t even attempted to sleep yet. He sighed, flicking off the lamp that rested on the bedside table.

He tugged the white shirt off, tossing it near his back. Your eye raked over his exposed torso, his chest, his abdomen, his thighs. Your own pajamas suddenly felt restrictive, too tight, too warm. You toy with the hem of Jake’s loaned sweatshirt, feeling increasingly awkward. He flopped down onto the bed, ruffling the perfectly tucked in top cover. He folded his arms behind him, leaning propped up against the headboard.

“You gonna lay down or you just gonna stand there?”

You roll your eyes, climbing over to the other side of Josh’s monstrously oversized bed. You pull down the blankets, struggling a bit with how tightly Josh had shoved them into the corners. Sam was right– the bed was a whole lot comforter than that couch. No wonder Josh had been holding out on you.

“Goodnight,” Sam mumbles, turning to the side and giving you a wide berth.

The rain had picked up outside, beating against the window loudly, echoing around the room. Sam had left the fan on, and you were thankful for the chill against your way too hot skin. Sure, the bed was a lot easier to lay on than the couch, but you suddenly felt twenty times more uncomfortable. You shifted once, pushing some of the covers away from you. You shift again, pulling the pillow parallel to your. You move once again, and–

“Quit squirming,” he bites. He turns over to face you, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Sorry, I can’t get comfortable.”

“Really? Wanna go back to the couch?”

A bolt of thunder interrupts his quip, shaking the whole of the apartment. You move closer to him without thinking, ignoring the quizzical look he gives you.

“Guessing that’s a no. Just stop moving around so much.” He turns back on his side, his face hidden again.

“I’ll just go back to the couch, I don’t want to-” Another boom outside, closer this time.

Sam jumps a bit, inching even closer, hiding the movement with a cough, “It’s fine.”

The heat of his body, the closeness of his bare skin, sends jolts of electricity through your body.

What the fuck was going on?

You squeeze your thighs together, embarrassed by how desperate you were for any sort of friction. If you had told yourself, even yourself from an hour ago, that you’d be in bed with Sam Kiskza of all people… who knows what you would’ve thought. Much less that you were in bed, images racing in your brain about ways he could be touching you, ways you could be touching him.

“Seriously, why the fuck can’t you sit still?” He sits up, his face flush with irritation. God, why was that so hot?

Your cheeks instantly turn a deep red, your eyes locked into his. You didn’t have an answer, at least not one suitable to speak aloud.

Something like, I can’t stop thinking about the way you furrow your brow when you're angry. Or, They way your hands look when you do literally anything. Or, The way you’re staring down at me now, like I’m in trouble-

“I- I don’t know,” you whisper, unsure of what else to say.

“You don’t know?”

You shrug, trying to ignore the way his hair frames his face, the way you can still make out his chiseled features even in the dark.

“Just- C’mere.” He reaches out, pulling you into his body. You’re flush with his bare skin now, a position you never thought you’d find yourself in.

“Sam, what are you-”

“Shut up. Lay still,” He sighs, stretching out just a bit and adjusting his grip on you.

But something about him directly ordering you to do something makes it even more impossible to sit still. Makes it even harder to ignore the persistent ache in your core. You were sure it was painfully obvious now, how increasingly desperate you were for anything, any kind of touch. Attempting to imperceptibly move again, garner any kind of relief, anything, was probably a death sentence.

But you did it anyway. Moving slowly, trying not to budge too much, trying not to wake him up again.

“You know, it’s pretty obvious what you’re trying to do,” he mumbles, eyes still closed, arm still wrapped around you.

“What is it that I'm trying to do?” You ask, hoping to sound innocent enough to avoid suspicions.

“Moving against me like that. Looking a little desperate,” He teases.

“What the fuck, Sam?”

He was painfully correct. Not like you’d admit it.

“I’m just saying, I can help with that problem. If you wanna go to sleep. Probably be a lot easier if you just let me take care of you.”

Seriously, what the fuck was happening.

“Offers on the table,” his voice was husky with exhaustion, “until I fall asleep.”

Your mind races, filled with inappropriate thoughts– things you probably shouldn't think about your best friend’s younger brother. Things you shouldn’t think about the guy that you swore you… strongly disliked.

“If you’re joking, I’m going to kill you,” You whisper again, too afraid to speak at full volume.

“Seriously?” His eyes fly open, and he nearly pushes you off him out of surprise.

“Wait… what if they hear us?” The idea of being caught shoots waves of panic up your spine.

“I have an idea. Just trust me, I promise we won't get caught.” He pushes his pinky out, and memories of your earlier promise to Josh come flashing in your mind.

“A pinky promise?” You ask. The two of you definitely did have a lot in common.

He shrugs, not knowing the full weight of the movement. You link your pink around his, avoiding his eyeline.

In one motion, he flips you over, leaning directly over you. He pulls a stray hair tie from his wrist, twisting his long hair up into a messy bun at the base of his neck. He leans down, his lips mere centimeters away from yours.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is barely audible, so sincere and sweet that your heart skips a beat.

You nod, failing to come up with any semblance of response. When he doesn’t move right away you find yourself lifting up your head to meet him. But he moves before you get close enough, earning an agitated whine from you.

“Mm-mm, need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you huffed.

“So impatient. Relax, okay? That’s the whole point.”

He leans down, closing the distance between you two. His lips are soft, tinged by the taste of smoke and mint toothpaste. His calloused hands roam down the sides of your body, toying with the hem of your– Jake’s– sweatshirt . For a second he was tentative, slow and calculated in his movements before behaving with a bit less restraint. You feel his tongue swipe against your lips, and without a second thought you find yourself parting slightly to let him inside. His heartbeat hammered against your body, causing yours to race even faster. Warmth spread across your chest, seeping into each limb as he moved slowly under your shirt, inching closer and closer to your chest.

You arch into his touch, letting out a quiet whimper as you feel him brush against your breast. He takes this as a signal to grab what he wants, kneading the soft flesh between his rough and calloused hands. He moves down your body, placing warm, open mouth kisses along your jawline and neck.

You absentmindedly roll your body against him, drinking in the soft whine that slips past his parted lips.

“Fuck, I want you on top of me,” He mumbles, flipping you around again so you were positioned on top of him. He grips your hips, grinding you down against him. You feel drunk already, the sensation of his hard-on against your clothed core making you dizzy. He whines again, his fingers digging into the bare skin where your shirt had rode up.

“Come here,” He orders, tugging you down again so that you were face to face once more. You nearly slam into him with how desperately quick he pulls you in to meet his lips. “Take this shit off.” His hands fly to Jake’s sweatshirt, making fast work of ripping it off your body. Barely a second passes before the two of you are pressed together again, working hurriedly against each other..

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” his voice is so barely above a whisper you wonder if the comment was even meant to reach your ears. “Look a lot better when you aren’t in another guy’s clothes.”

His hands are back at your hips, nails digging rough half-moon marks into the exposed flesh. He moves you at a steady pace against him, working your hips in circular motions. You should feel embarrassed by how disgustingly wet you feel, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your skin. If this was Sam’s genius idea to keep quiet, it definitely wasn't going to be enough to keep you from squirming around. In fact, all it had done was increase your need, your burning desire to feel him closer.

“It isn’t enough,” You whine, a bit louder than you had wanted.

“Not enough? Jesus Christ, I’m about to cum in my pants,” he rasps, bucking his hips underneath you. The sudden movement has you clamoring to silence yourself, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. “Shit, nevermind, you’re right. Fuck, do- do you think you can be quiet?”

You nod quickly, goosebumps prickling up all over your bare torso.

“Lay down.”

You climb off him, lying beside him expectantly. He’s positioned on top of you once more, quickly working down your body. He leaves a sloppy trail all the way down to your navel, where he pauses for a moment before hooking his pinkies into the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I take these off?” He asks hurriedly.

You nod again, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him better.

“No, I told you. Use your words, or I’ll stop.”

“Yes, please, just take them off, fuck” You choked out.

He tears the rest of your clothes off in one fell swoop, leaving you completely exposed. Any other night, any other person, you might have shied away, turned your head and avoided eye contact. Yet, in this moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You didn’t care that you were seconds away from fucking Sam in his brother’s bed while said brother slept across the hall. You didn’t care that you were definitely going to regret this in the morning. You didn’t care that there was no way you’d be able to keep this a secret from everyone, much less Josh. None of that mattered. All you could think about was the fact that Sam’s mouth was a breath away from where you had needed him the most all night.

“Just say the world and I’ll stop, okay?”

Again, with genuine sincerity. With care.

“Of course.” You bring your hand down to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. His skin felt warm, a soft pink radiating off his cheeks.

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his golden brown eyes boring into your own. He continues at a tantalizing slow place, a smug smirk gracing his kiss-swollen lips. You wait in anticipation, holding a bated breath while you watch him finally settle right in front of your aching clit.

“Gonna make you feel good, just need you to relax,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your core,”Just need you to stay quiet for me, angel.”

Angel. Your heart flutters at the pet name. You were used to all the to all the others; sarcastically calling you princess, calling you a brat, calling you a bitch in your most heated moments. But angel? This was new.

He barely gives you the time to think about it before he’s delving in, his tongue working against you expertly. Your hands fly to his hair, lacing in between the loose waves he had pulled back. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, mentally pleading with yourself to remain silent as he laps at you. If he wanted you to be quiet, this certainly wasn’t the way to go about it. Any and all self-control had flown out the window the second he had kissed you.

Your hips move at odds with his face in a desperate rush, working in tandem with his mouth. His nose bumps against your clit, adding another level of intoxicating pleasure.

He pulls back, the sudden loss of contact making you whine loudly. His face is drenched with a mixture of his spit and your own wetness.

“Can’t wait anymore, need to be inside you.” He pulls his boxers off faster than you’d ever seen anyone move, “I wanted to take my time, but-” He shook his head, cutting himself off.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his body. His cock was leaking, the tip looking painfully red and flushed. You watch in rapt awe as he spits in his palm, pumping the length for a moment before lining himself up with your center. He pushes himself in slowly, a loud groan tearing through the both of you. He’s quick to slap a hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you. You groan as he bites down hard on your shoulder in his own attempt to be quiet. He stalls for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. The two of you breathe together, sharing the same still moment.

“Gonna move now,” he warns, bracing himself.

He starts slowly, burying himself so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck,” You whine against his palm. You savor the quiet grunts that pass seamlessly through his lips every time he moves, the whimpers that come through when you rake your nails down his back.

“So fucking perfect. Been thinking about this ever since we met. God it was driving me crazy,” he babbled, each word strained against your ear, “You were driving me crazy. Have- Goddamn- have no idea how badly I wanted to put you in your place.”

If his hand wasn’t gripping your face hard enough to leave bruises you were sure you’d be screaming right now. Who gave a fuck if Josh heard you? If Jake knew what was going on?

He maintained his agonizingly slow pace, pushing you right up to where you wanted to be, yet not close enough. You wanted to beg him to fuck you harder, to go faster, to do literally anything else.

As if he knew you needed something more, as if he could read your thoughts, his hand snaked its way in between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. He works in quick circular motions, this speed contrasting almost painfully.

“I’m close,” he chokes out, his movements becoming increasingly sloppy. He pulls his hand from your mouth and you gulp in air, panting his name as he brings you closer to the edge, “Where do you want me to-”

“Inside.”

He picks up his pace, the bed squeaking slightly underneath the two of you. You silently thanked God for the fact that the twins were heavy sleepers when the headboard began to dully thud against the wall.

“Sammy, I-” you gasp, finding it difficult to speak.

“I know.” He nods, meeting your eyes. He cups your face and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, the motion so utterly intimate and calm that you felt your heart swell.

You tug him down for another kiss, this one deeper, filled with more passion as he swallows every moan that rips through you. His hips stutter, and he groans into your mouth as he finishes inside you, the sensation pushing you right over the ledge. You could’ve sworn that you saw stars, much like the ones littering the living room ceiling. He falls against you, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving. The two of you lay like that for a beat, your hands softly rubbing the expanse of his now scratched to hell back.

He lifts up, panting still as his eyes rake over your body.

“Think you can sleep now?”

“Yeah.”

He laughs drily, staring down at where the two of you were still connected. You wince as he pulls out, slowly rubbing your thigh in a small act of comfort as he watches your face slightly contort. It’s hard to miss the way he smirks as you feel his cum leak out of you and onto Josh’s previously pristine sheets. He slides off the bed, reaching down and coming back up with his discarded t-shirt. Using gentle motions, he slowly wipes away the mess the two of you made off your skin before tossing the shirt back once again. With a relaxed sigh, he lays back next to you for the final time that night. He tugs you back into his arms, humming as you nuzzle into his chest.

“Hopefully this time you can stay still, huh?”

#sam kiszka fic #sam kiszka smut #sam kiszka x reader smut #sam kiszka x y/n #sam kiszka x fem!reader #greta van fleet fic #greta van fic #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #dry humping sam kiszka #lord save me #i bet he’d be a great kisser

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01ZFAN WRAPPED 2024

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! 365 days, 74 fics, and 497,800 words later we are already into the new year! after being tagged in a year end post and being swayed by the timeline i want to kind of do a little something like a year end review of me and some of the works i posted throughout the year. let's go on a little trip down memory lane! here is my masterlist for the works i'll be referencing and much more. BLURBZ ARE NOT INCLUDED simply because i don't really count those as full fledged works and there's not much to say about them.

MY MUSES

OSAKI SHOTARO

8 fics 60.2k words

MOST COMMON TROPE: MARRIED COUPLE/ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP/FLUFF

OUTLIER: PRETTY GIRL DISCOUNT | HOOKUP/PLUG!SHOTARO

SONG EUNSEOK

18 fics 123.1k words

MOST COMMON TROPE: HOOKUP/ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS

OUTLIER: YOUR BIRTHDAY | ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP/FLUFF

JUNG SUNGCHAN

18 fics 110.7k words

MOST COMMON TROPE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP/FLUFF

OUTLIER: NOT MINE | CHEATING/ANGST

PARK WONBIN

9 fics 61k words

MOST COMMON TROPE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP/HOOKUP

OUTLIER: MOVIE | SECRET RELATIONSHIP/FLUFF

LEE SOHEE

9 fics 65.6k words

MOST COMMON TROPE: ANGST

OUTLIER: GOOD LUCK CHARM | FLUFF

LEE ANTON

12 fics 77.2k words

MOST COMMON TROPE: FRIENDS TO LOVERS

OUTLIER: SEE YOU AROUND PT. 2 | SOMETHING WITH BENEFITS/ANGST/BREAKUP

BONUS: MULTIMEMBER | 4 FICS

NOTHING IN COMMON. ALL OF THEM ARE CRAZY

FIRST AND LAST FIC

summer | s.es january 3rd, 2024

big shot | j.sc december 31st, 2024

of course i began and ended the year with my youngwonz. it's hard to tell if my writing has improved or gotten worse. i think the only way to tell would genuinely be to rewrite summer and see what i'd do different. i will say though deciding to go to autocaps was a good decision on my part because i think it makes for an easier read. i will say i went more in depth with the descriptions and everything in summer as opposed to big shot. but i will say i like how i don't need as many words to convey what i want to say anymore.

TOP FIVE FICS

twelve grapes | l.at 1,601 notes

paint you | l.at 1,385 notes

necklace | p.wb 1,369 notes

should've told me | l.at 1,251 notes

rainy day | l.at 1,155 notes

i understand now that you guys don't play about anton. like at all. i was going through all my fics like DAMN all of my hits are anton and then a short wonbin fic fighting for its damn life. thank you to my anton girlies i will try my best to keep you guys fed with amazing fics. i had no idea that any of these would be popular ESPECIALLY twelve grapes like jafnkjdfnkjsnf. you guys are amazing.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

film it | l.sh 490 notes

this was a fic that some people put on their recommended list, and a few people i've seen put this in their top five when i asked all that time ago! i really liked the concept of skater!sohee and their little story together. i can see him having a little skate crew looking for someone to film their tricks. also a happy sohee fic we cheered! i loved the readers room so much it reminded me of the room i wanted to have as a kid heh.

(honestly any of my sohee fics could've ended up here even though a majority of them are sad i always really really really like how i end up writing sohee.)

miss you more | s.es 878 notes

this fic...this fic...no i really have to say i'm surprised this didn't even break top ten in terms of notes like i feel like everyone loved this fic DOWNNNNNN. something about the yearning and the angst and eunseok being a good father just had so many of us down extremely bad. i think about this couple so often and ever since my dear friend told me this fic reminds her of siena by the marias i think of them everytime i listen to it. this fic is probably the one i've gotten asked to do a second part for the most out of all of my fics. i do have to say though, it's never happening. the open ending and the ambiguity of it all adds so much to the story and makes it so real to me.

trigger finger | j.sc 898 notes

this is still one of my favorite sungchan fics i've ever written. i love love LOVE it and the story and the party and the buildup. i feel like so many people like this fic because it's so him like jsfkjdfnskdjf. the doting perfect little boyfriend who never gets mad and you just wanna push his buttons.

stress relief | o.sh 263 notes

the drop off on these notes but IDGAF IDGAFFFF i love my shortaro fics so freaking much. at this point i write them for myself and i will continue to do so because i love writing for him so bad. this fic is my favorite because i just love the love they have for eachother and the mutual understanding. also i love the song too sweet by hozier so freaking much too so i really enjoyed writing this fic and i feel like i set the scene so nice likeee he's coming home late and you're still up. this fic makes me sick to my stomach because i want shotaro so freaking bad you guys.

LONGEST FIC

seriez: argue with you | 31.8k words in total

JESUS CHRIST....no i was actually in shock doing the math the last part for this seriez was 17.9k words. this fic took so much out of me oh my goodness. i remember doing the third part as a special event for hitting 1k and it took me like two months to finish. i seriously can't believe i wrote that much and i don't remember any of it. if you were here for the argue with you seriez and you read it i love you with all my heart.

standalone: peach fuzz | 12k words

this fic ended up going over my original word count just becasue i loved the story so much. friends to friends with benefits to a secret third thing is something so dear to me. camp counselor anton you still have my entire heart. i really love the summer caamp idea so much and i really like the ending scene of them at the pier TT i always envision it like a movie.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

bike peg | 11.6k words

such an amazing fic to write. i love everything about this fic seriously. the runaway coming back home for rehabilitation. the scenery of the city on the water with nothing better to do than riding around on your younger sisters bike. the mutual understanding between wonbin and the reader. the sofa with the plastic still on it. like something about this fic is so homey to me and was so comforting to write despite the very sad underlying theme that i didn't even realize how long the word count was. i am genuinely so proud of this fic, it's like my baby.

contact | 11k words

a more recent work of mine. now this fic i read it so quickly i'm surprised each time that it's 11k words. i really like the story told here heh my only regret is that i didn't dive deeper into the funeral part of it. i kinda still wanted to make it readable without mentioning death too much but love and death keeps us together! (magdalena bay reference). but yesss i love this fic and i love each word of it.

2024 MILESTONEZ

so many things happened to this account last year! surpassed 1k followers, finished my first seriez, wrote my first multichaptered fic, got my first commission! i had no expectations for this account so everything i achieve here is always such a shock but i welcome it with everything in me seriously!

WHAT'S NEXT

finishing my rock the house seriez, doing alot of commissionz, doing next parts for several awaited fics, hopefully getting some more people to join this lovely community of writers so i have more things to nibble on. in 2025 i also hope to dabble and try writing darker stuff! not in the sense you may think, but i want to try writing things that involve murder, stealing, and in general just more morally ambiguous things. i don't want to reveal what i have in mind but i want to really try more things involving characters and getting better at scene descriptions too! ALSO. MORE HAPPY SOHEE FICS.

this was such a long wrapped i'm sorry but i was so busy this year LMFAO. thank you everyone for making this such an awesome year for 01zfan. i am super grateful for all of you guys, and i would genuinely really really really love to hear about your favorite fic(s) of mine from 2024 or what you'd like to see in 2025! i am open and i always love to hear what you guys think of everything hehe

#milestonez #01zfan: wrapped #talkingz #gamez

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momoguido · 8 months ago

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Presenting the results of my latest hyperfixation

Tam Lin is a Scottish folktale, usually presented in ballad form, dating back to at least the 16th Century. It has been summarized and re-told by different people over the years, including Overly Sarcastic Productions. It is the subject of a one-act opera, and was the inspiration for a 1970 movie that updated the story to the present day.

The fairy queen yells at Tam Lin in every version analyzed except for the Anais Mitchell version. Her version is an outlier in many respects, since the entire parade is left out, Janet simply grabs hold of Tam Lin mid-conversation.

Another oddity is Pentangle's version, which was written for the movie and consists of a jumble of images meant to complement scenes from the film, without a coherent narrative.

The biggest surprise to me is how few versions mention Janet seeking an abortion, something that I had always thought of as a central part of the story.

One thing I wish I could have looked at in more depth is the balance between versions that describe Tam Lin's transformations before he goes through them, and versions that describe them as they happen. As they happen is more common, but some songs will do the entire sequence twice.

Going into this, I had two versions prominent in my mind: Anais Mitchell's pop-folk version that leaves out much of the story, and Anne Briggs' very traditional (and very long) version. Because of this, I thought perhaps we would see a decrease in the complexity of the story over the years, but that's not the case, it's basically flat. I think a better comparison might be to separate into traditional and revised versions, although that is something of a judgment call.

There were so many minor discrepancies I couldn't even keep track of them all, but these four stood out because they are so oddly specific. Even the main character's name and the setting aren't consistent across versions, if they're even mentioned at all. Some versions don't even give the main character a name!

My data collection process leaves a lot to be desired, as well as the way in which I decided which events were major or minor, and which things to leave out altogether. This was mainly just a fun way to explore different versions of my favorite folktale, listen to a lot of different people sing different versions of the ballad, and rotate the whole thing in my brain.

#folklore #fairy tales #tam lin #the ballad of tam lin #data analysis #data visualization

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plagueybirb · 2 months ago

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Because it was recently Halloween and I refuse to do Christmasy things until December as nature intended, I got to thinking about that folklore in the Zelda universe might be like.

Sure, there are the whispers of what the Sheikah do, how they're called the Shadow Folk and all that. (As well as the little froggy statues shared by both them and the Yiga) And the Blupees and Satori Mountain and the spirits across the games and the three dragons in BOTW. But I was think more along the lines of stuff like werewolves.

Because I just KNOW someone saw Twilight Princess Link transform from man to wolf/wolf to man and it spiraled into legends about people turning into wolves over the centuries. I personally blame the mailman. Because WHAT was he doing running full speed at me while I'm doing my wolfy shenanigans. Suspicious man I tell you.

They have mummies, ghosts, and basically a form of zombie already walking around. Who's to say they don't have some myths about vampires and selkies too? Though honestly, the selkie one was also probably caused by Link.

The Gerudo have all sorts of legends about the single man born once a century, but also probably have a lot more that aren't about him. They obviously have the Seven Heroines plus the secret eighth one. Maybe they have legends about sand seals and molduga! I just know there's a sick legend about a lady who, instead of riding sand seals, TAMED a molduga and rode that into battle.

Maybe the Rito have legends about tiny little turkey looking things with humanoid faces that will help you if you free them from whatever mischief they got themselves stuck in. But are obviously really freaky to look at and live in the sky and are somehow associated with cannons.

Perhaps the Zora tell their kids that if they don't behave, a giant fish will eat them and they'll have to live inside it's stomach forever and they better hope a little fairy child saves them. Maybe the Gorons sing songs about that one guy carved into alongside their other heroic figures whose name's been lost to history. Or even of a young man with a fairy who wields a bigass hammer and beats the shit out of evil dragons.

The Hylians have stories about getting lost in the woods and becoming something less than human. And that you really shouldn't follow that one odd tree looking child playing the trumpet and carrying a lantern. The other weird forest children are probably fine, as long as you aren't an adult.

It's probably bad luck or something to be born a blonde, I won't lie. With all the shit these Zeldas and Links go through over the millions of years, seeing your child come out blonde is probably the lowkey scariest thing ever. Imagine being a king and your daughter (named Zelda, because ALL the girls are named Zelda) pops out day one with the golden-est gold hair or ever have gold-ed, and you just know you're in for a bad time.

(The only Zeldas to not be blonde as far as I know are TP Zelda with her brown hair and Tetra with her weird neon greenish hair and as such are outliers and do not count)

The Temples are probably full of stories and myths all on their own too. Except the Shadow Temple. Because they don't talk about it.

And of course. The spookiest, most eerie folklore myth of all.

Tingle.

#legend of zelda

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shithowdy · 1 year ago

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Hi I saw your post about having 12 species of birds in your backyard so now I’m genuinely asking: what’s your advice for bird watching? And getting those birds into my backyard?

so i'm not what anyone would call a comprehensive resource but i can offer a few tips, yeah!

for making your yard attractive to birds:

birds do not like open space, as it makes them vulnerable to predators. they need lots of foliage to hide, so place any feeders or other features in places that aren't wide open. if you do not have a lot of plants in your yard, change that if you can!

diverse plants will also attract nectar-feeding birds and insect-eating birds, and are sort of your "natural" feeder setup. you can check if your area offers grants for pollinator gardens.

a non-stagnant or regularly-changed water feature (fountain, bird bath) is also very attractive to birds. in hotter climates, i would say it's an essential addition.

different types of feeders and food attract different types of birds. you can draw hummingbirds with nectar and bright flowers (they love fuchsia), most songbirds with black oil sunflower and safflower seeds, a whole variety with different suet, corvids with peanuts; doves and juncos and corvids prefer tray or ground feeding, little songbirds like something they can cling to, etc. research what kind attracts what you want to see, or make a diverse setup if you have the space. you can usually avoid feed that has millet, most birds will just hurl it everywhere.

don't feed birds bread; it's empty fluff and just fills them up. seed is boring but fine, they don't really have a concept of food being "boring"

clean your feeders every time you refill them (and change hummingbird feeders every few days regardless); there are several contagious avian diseases and you want to avoid outbreaks. your feeders will become known as foul and the uninfected will move on.

if you live in an area that has them, figure out a way to rodent-proof your feeders, like squirrel baffles. they'll destroy your whole setup and scare away all the birds (you can try to set up a special squirrel feeder, but they do not respect borders).

consider nest boxes! make sure they can be opened for cleaning, and don't have any harmful materials in their construction.

check if your town has a backyard birding store, like wild birds unlimited or a locally-owned equivalent. there will almost always be an old woman who may or may not work there willing to dispense advice about your local birds.

keep your cats indoors

for watchin them birds:

get the merlin app on your phone; it's kind of like Bird Shazam and can help you ID based on its song

if you want to get more serious, you can also get eBird and report your findings/keep a checklist

if you don't have a fancy zoom lens camera, get a pair of binoculars! they're good to have even if you do. you can even take pics through them with your phone.

the best time to watch birds is from about sunrise to late morning

don't interact with the birds, save for outlier circumstances (rescue, one lands on you, etc)

yard-watching and trail-watching are pretty different when it comes to ethics and how much humans and birds should be interacting. in general it's frowned upon to feed birds in wilderness areas to attract them, whereas urban birds are already accustomed to human presence. it's also frowned upon to play mating songs to attract birds.

don't go off-trail trying to find birds you can hear. it's dangerous for you and upsetting to them.

your area might have local birding meetups, or online groups where people report sightings and good spots.

there's uhhh probably a lot more i'm forgetting to add but i think this covers the basics!

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hopex4 · 4 months ago

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Hey guys have some various Will Wood songs I like connecting Hatchetfield characters to teehee (I like explaining myself) <333

Wiggly- Outliers and Hypocrites; A Funfact About Apples

PLEASE...

Nibbly- Chemical Overeaction

Tinky- Blackboxwarrior but he really only fits up to before the doctor part I think but idc (also it says "ideas don't spread because they're good, they spread because people like them" and I can mash that with Time Bastard sense it's only companies in the future RIGHT RIGHT? And then RAAAHHHHHG okay wait maybe he fits the whole song-)

There's so much (surface level) nonsense going on- but then when you actually look into it holy shit guys what the fuck ←is doing an analysis

Pokey- Blue Velvet and Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Blinky- Red Moon

Eyes. Dissociation. BARE WITH ME.

Webby- Suburbia Overture and erm Skeleton Appreciation Day

Miss. Holloway- Vampire Reference In A Minor Key

Ouhg, I don't even remember what the song can be about but I think she'd like it

Paul- Mr. Capgrass

I am projecting my prosopagnosia on him and that's the only reason aahhhrggg I heart you Paul <3

Grace- 2econd 2ight 2eer and Laplace's Angel

Richie- ...well, better than the alternative (Better Alternative)

Ted- 2012 and Front Street

Peter- Willard

I think Pete likes the 2003 movie, hear me out please

Gary- Marsha

He's soooo Marsha guys- not the things in Marsha on him, more of- he's the therapists friend.

Alice- ...well better than the alternative and Memento Mori

Ruth- Tomcat Disposables

I barely thought this through I'm just a little bored and I like Will Wood normally (LOVE ME MORMALYl).^_^ <333

#I like Tinky #I love explaining things guys sace maj #ruth flemming #not art #will wood #the lords in black #lord in black #webby hatchetfield #lords in black #npmd #peter spankoffski #ted spankoffski #paul mathews #grace chasity #richard lipschitz #gary goldstein #alice woodward #song #hatchetverse

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 7 months ago

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Oneshot - Hank Voight and The Crackhead Detective

Just a little oneshot based on what I think Hank’s retirement would generally be like! This comes from the co-written story called Hank Voight and The Crackhead Detective. It’s pinned in my profile right now!

“It’s a good gig, Hank,” Kate said as she sat at the table. It had been several years since she first met the Sergeant. “And it’s at the kids’ school. You’d see the three of them every day, along with all the other kids of Chicago. I know you love to help troubled youth here. This is a great opportunity to show them what a real policeman is. Not the crap they see on the news.” She sipped her hot cocoa as Hank finally settled across from her with coffee.

“I don’t know. I’d rather stay here and take the scumbags off the street.”

“Yeah, but they’re forcing you into retirement. You can’t hit the field like you used to. It’s either retirement or a place in the Ivory Tower until you die. Look, Adam is more than capable of taking over the unit, and I know you don’t want to be on a desk job. This is how you can still be out there and making a difference.”

Hank avoided her gaze, staring at the steam coming from his mug. He didn’t say anything for a while, contemplating the idea. Kate had been talking about this to him for months, weaseling the idea into his head every time they saw one another, which was quite often seeing as Hank was practically a grandfather to her kids. He let out a long sigh, then finally met her eyes. He felt he didn’t have much of a choice, seeing as they really were making him retire from Intelligence. He nodded. “Alright, set it up.”

—

Three months later…

—

Kate smiled as she walked on Adam’s arm into the school, looking around at the colorful displays and billboards the students had made. “You think Lillia will remember that one line?”

“If not, we can shout it from the audience,” Adam replied with a small laugh. “I think I have her entire song memorized myself at this point.”

“Aww, do you sing it to your unit at work?”

“I’ll admit, I’ve been caught singing a few times before I’ve had my coffee.”

Kate laughed and moved into the auditorium with Adam, taking a seat in the front row, instinctively closer to the doors. Despite being off-duty, the two were still police, and were ready to jump into action should something happen.

Just as they got settled, someone walked up to them, a familiar voice hitting their ears. “Well, if it isn’t the Ruzeks.”

Kate and Adam both looked up, Kate smiling and standing to greet him. “Sergeant Voight, to what do we owe the pleasure?” She hugged him gently, looking him over. He was dressed in his white shirt and tie. He wore his name tag on his chest and displayed the stripes on his sleeve proudly.

As she hugged him, he smiled widely and kissed her temple. “Just here doing my job.”

Adam was next, shaking Hank’s hand but going in for a hug afterwards. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy, Boss.” Adam still called Hank “Boss” despite the two of them being the same rank. In his mind, Voight would always be his superior.

Hank didn’t seem to mind. “I owe it to Kate. She pulled a lot of strings to get me here.”

Kate waved her hand dismissively. “Oh stop it, Hank. They needed a new SRO. I just highly recommended you to anyone who would listen. Same way I convinced you to take the job.”

“By talking about it at every opportunity?”

Kate laughed and nodded, sitting back down in her seat with Adam as Hank settled beside them. “Has it been alright?”

“It’s been… really great. Better than I thought it would be.” Hank smiled over at her. “You know me really well. I didn’t think I’d like it half as much as I do now.”

“Hank, I make a living out of reading people.” Kate smiled. “I clocked you the first week I was with you.”

“Except you thought you’d make him take furlough halfway through the week,” Adam chimed in.

Kate scoffed. “To be fair, I had no idea everyone in the Intelligence Unit was a misfit and an outlier. I mean, come on. Everyone I’d treated similarly had taken furlough. I think the record was two and a half days.”

“I shattered that,” Hank said with a smile. Despite the torture he’d endured after first meeting Kate, he’d come to love her that first week, though admittedly, not until the last day. He knew she was a person underneath her quirky exterior the morning of the fifth day, which made him warm up to her quickly after that.

“Exactly. There was you, and then everyone in your unit at the time. I mean, everyone laughed at some point, I think with the exception of Al, who was really tense, but after I brought him bananas and oranges, he opened up to me. Antonio invited me to his boxing gym after that. Jay and Kevin invited me out to Molly’s with Kim. And then Adam fell in love with me, for goodness sake.” She shrugged and smiled. “You just had a whole bunch of misfits that I happened to fit in with.”

Hank smiled. “I guess that’s just who I am - I’ve taken in strays since I was on the beat.” He shrugged a little as he stood. “Look, I’m gonna take another lap or two around to make sure everything’s alright, but save this seat for me when the show starts?”

Kate nodded. “Consider it done.”

Hank leaned down to kiss her head again, then shook Adam’s hand before leaving the auditorium. He roamed the hallways, watching the people as they filed in. He made his way out to the back of the auditorium, where the kids were lined up in the hallways, chatting as they got ready for the concert. First, Hank caught sight of Lillia, who walked over and hugged him. “Hi Grandpa Hank!”

“Hey Lillia,” he said softly, embracing her before pulling away to look down at her, hands on her shoulders. “Are you ready?”

“I… I’m trying to make sure I remember it,” she said, shifting her weight. “It’s hard.”

��You’ve got this, alright? Your mom is saving me a seat in the front row.”

“You’re gonna listen to me sing?” She smiled up at him.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Get back to your spot, okay?” He patted her back softly as she returned back to her spot. Hank walked further down the hallway, greeting a lot of the kids he knew, though he was seeking out one person in particular. He stopped to talk to Carter and Damien, who each hugged him and told him they’d be singing a duet. Again, Hank told them he’d be in the front row, beside their parents. He continued on, still seeking out one person. When he didn’t find him, he walked back through the hallway again. The kids started to file backstage in order as the show began.

Hank sighed, slowly moving through the halls as his mind raced with thoughts. He stopped at a corner just in time to see the kid he was looking for running up. “Hey, uh, Sergeant Voight, am I too late?”

Hank smiled down at him, putting a hand on his back. “Come on, everyone’s lined up backstage.”

“Are you sure I should do this? I don’t think-“

“Of course I’m sure, Camden,” he replied before letting him finish. “I’ve heard you sing. Look, I’ll be in the front row. Just find me, and sing to me. Nobody else matters.”

Camden sighed and stopped, turning to face him. “I don’t think I can do this…”

“Of course you can,” Hank replied, putting firm hands on his shoulders. “I’ll be watching, alright? I know you can do this. Just find me. Front row. To your left.”

Camden looked over Hank’s face for a moment, then slowly nodded. Hank smiled and adjusted Camden’s tie before pointing down the hallway. He turned and ran down it without another word to get his spot in line.

Hank smiled, then walked back through and into the auditorium just as the announcements were over. He sat down beside Kate again, watching the performances one by one.

When Camden took the stage, everything was quiet. He swallowed hard, looking like a deer in the headlights. His hands were by his side, gripping his pants tightly. At first, nothing happened as he looked over the crowd. The piano player took a long time to shuffle through the music before finding his piece.

Kate looked up at him, leaning over to Adam. “Poor thing looks more nervous than Lillia did.” She held his hand, using her other hand to rub his arm. Adam only hummed in response.

The piano music started, Camden looking out over the crowd. He seemed overwhelmed by the lights and the dozens of people in the audience. They could see his heart beating out of his chest, and he couldn’t hear anything but the thumping inside his own head.

When Camden missed his cue, it took him a moment to realize it before frowning as the piano stopped. The piano player looked to him. Camden cleared his throat and looked down, then back up.

Hank got up, standing and walking up to the stage, standing below it. “Hey, hey Camden,” he said softly. Camden’s eyes met Hanks as his face was illuminated. “Hey, don’t look at them. Look at me. It’s just me. Sing to me, okay? I’m right here, front row.”

Camden swallowed hard again, then nodded. Hank nodded to the piano player who started playing again. Hank slowly walked backward and took his seat in the front row, ignoring the knowing look from Kate and Adam. His eyes were locked with Camden’s as he began singing on cue.

Everyone in the audience was surprised by the melodious voice that came from the young man on stage. Even Kate and Adam were taken aback, seemingly entranced with everyone else in the audience as Camden sang “Africa” by Toto. When the chorus swelled, Camden closed his eyes and sang with deep passion and energy. Hank’s face split into a wide smile.

When the performance was over, Hank stood and clapped loudly, Kate and Adam following. Everyone else in the audience stood and clapped, cheering for the young man on stage. Hank cheered the loudest from the front row. Camden smiled widely, motioning Hank up on stage. Hank waved his hand dismissively, but Kate and Adam urged him to go. Hank reluctantly moved up the steps and into the stage, walking over and putting a hand on Camden’s shoulder as he smiled. “I told you you could do it.”

Camden smiled and hugged Hank. “Not without you.” Hank chuckled, but Camden grabbed the microphone. “Sergeant Voight believed in me. I think we’re all really thankful he decided to come to our school and be our SRO. Me, most of all. He believes in all of us.”

Hank walked with Camden backstage as the audience continued to applaud. When they were out in the hallways behind the auditorium, Camden hugged him again. “I meant it.”

“I know, kid. I know.” He smiled and hugged the boy tightly. “Now, you need to keep singing, alright? Sign up for chorus on Monday.”

“Yes sir,” Camden said, nodding and then taking his place backstage once more until the show was over.

Hank went back to the auditorium to take his seat beside Kate as the last few performances went. Then, everyone went out and bowed before the show was over. Hank stuck around with Kate and Adam as they greeted Lillia, Carter, and Damien. Camden came over to hang around them, and Hank introduced Camden to Kate’s children.

When they finally left, Hank watched everyone file out, doing one more round to ensure everything was good before the administrators locked up for the night. Camden sat outside on the steps as Hank walked out. He frowned. “Hey, nobody come to get you?”

“Ma prolly forgot about me again,” he said with a shrug. “She’ll remember eventually.”

Hank sighed. “You’re not going to sit out here in the cold?”

Camden shrugged. “Don’t really have a choice. It’s safer here than walking ten blocks home in the dark anyways.”

Hank shook his head. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Nah you don’t have to-“

“It’s on my way. Come on.” Hank urged the boy, who barely had a coat, to go with him as he walked down the steps. Camden followed him and got into the passenger seat of his SUV. Hank turned on the heat, allowing Camden to soak it up as he drove him home, not in any particular hurry to return the boy to his drugged-up mother.

When they arrived at Camden’s house, Hank looked to him. He put his hands on his shoulders. “Hey, look at me.” Camden met his eyes. “You’re better than your mom and dad. You’re better than drugs and jail and gangs and guns. You can have a better life. Don’t let them pull you into it. I’ve seen what happens to kids who let themselves get pulled in. Don’t let them, alright?”

Camden nodded slowly, letting out a small breath. “What if they make me?”

“Then- here.” He rustled around in his center console for a moment before pulling out a card. “Then you come talk to me, or you call the number on that card.”

Camden took the card. “Ruzek?”

“He’s my very good friend. You met him earlier. He’s a cop too, and if you can’t wait to see me, you call him, alright? You won’t be in any trouble if you call. We’ll protect you.”

Camden nodded slowly, taking the card and putting it in his pocket. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

That’s when Camden’s mother, in her nightgown, stepped out onto the porch. She waved at Hank in the car, urging Camden to come in. Camden reluctantly got out, saying bye to Hank and walking inside the house with his mother.

Hank sighed, waiting for a moment before slowly pulling out of the driveway. He’d seen that movie before, and hoped this time would turn out even better than Erin did.

#chicago pd #chicagopd #hank voight #sargent hank voight #sergeant hank voight #cpd #hank voight and the crackhead detective #adam ruzek x oc #adam ruzek

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spacenintendogs · 1 year ago

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Okay okay

Here's a question you probably can answer lol

What songs are the gang listening to on repeat in your modern au :)

ksxjsodkwkkd i have had a post abt their music tastes sitting in my drafts for months so i will just share that!! my own music is kind of limited bc i just listen to the same stuff over & over (bc neurodivergent™️) so!! my apolocheese for this not being as super in depth for some of the gang vs others. i am also open to suggestions ;_; a couple of these were from me talking with a pal, mainly astrid & fishlegs (@despiteherself hiiiii!!!!)

hiccup: lots of indie stuff, leaning more towards indie folk!! he likes anything rlly with strings involved. he's a dragonboy horsegirl at heart & wants to imagine riding through the air with winds blowing through his hair & wistfully wishing he could have a different life. he does listen to indie pop, too. he liked glass animals before they were popular & wants everyone to know it. also loves woodkid.

astrid: she has 5 songs she listens to & they were just songs ppl recommended to her. she only goes out of her way to listen to music if she's at the gym & doesn't want to talk to anyone (if snotlout is there it does not work </3) tuffnut told her "you should listen to mac miller" & she picked a single song & just made it a song she listens to. every single other song she's ever heard is inflicted upon her when she's in the car, at work, etc & her friends have their stuff. she's content with that

fishlegs: everything & anything u could possibly think of. it's all put together on one giant playlist. u will hear 1940s jazz followed by georgian chants followed by sam smith followed by power metal followed by edm & it just keeps going. knows the words to every song he ever hears. any genre, any language!! collects vinyl, tapes, cds, YOU NAME IT!!! very passionate abt music!!!!!!

snotlout: 2000s & 2010s pop & edm, duchess by fergie is one of his fave albums ever. loves lady gaga. everything else is dad rock. 80s thrash metal, nu metal, & 90s grunge, mostly. he wants to be cool so so bad, he wants to be a rockstar. learns to play guitar & is annoying abt it (can shred p well tho). is the reason everyone in the friend group has at least ONE slipknot song on their individual playlists

ruffnut: grunge, hip hop, rap, & house music. lots of in this moment & garbage. big kendrick lamar fan. lots of late 80s to early 00s for rap & hip hop. she likes to groove & vibe, occasionally headbang. i think she'd love mary j blige too. i think she, outside of everything listed, has a soft spot for p!nk & listens to her when she's having a hard time (her & snotlout sometimes listen together). i think she'd also enjoy billie holiday on a quiet day & no one is around. (she is not embarrassed by it ay all, she just likes having things for herself)

tuffnut: grunge, 70s soft rock, hip hop, & rap!!! lots of overlap with ruff but obv there's also a lot of differences!! the 70s soft rock is the main outlier. he enjoys cruising around & being wistful as he listens to america, doobie brothers, seals & croft, etc. he puts pop country on his playlists as a joke but it ends up stuck in everyone's heads & smth they all jam to to have fun.

there is a massive group playlist (fishlegs is the one who puts it together but will add a song if suggested) & it is a cacophony of so much shit. they all have their tastes but by the time they're adults they all know each other's songs & sing/jam along & have a fucking blast, esp in the car or at the sanctuary. the playlist is always on shuffle & there is the chance for a rickroll. always

songs that tend to get repeated by the group are psychosocial (slipknot), custer (slipknot), anything by pitbull, fire water burn (bloodhound gang), bbc (jaboukie), anything by woodkid, somebody i used to know (gotye), & anything by they might be giants & other assorted meme songs they love torturing each other with. (they are the most obnoxious group alive)

#httyd #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #fishlegs ingerman #snotlout jorgenson #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #httyd modern au #rose answers #cloverofhope #thank u!!!!!!#dragons off the coast au #honestly i rlly struggled with the twins bc it's like... were the 'obvious' answers actually the answers???

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archivalofsins · 1 year ago

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Hello!! I know it might be too early to talk about this but i wanted to know: what are your cover song predictions for the prisoners in trial 3?

It's never too early! I say as I answer this late so it really can't be too early now.

I was actually thinking about how cool it would be for the Milgram characters to cover the Musicians songs from Caligula Effect 2 because I'm in too deep now. So, this is the perfect chance. Too bad there are only eight musicians but right now my thoughts on that are-

Apologies for the late answer by the way.

Yuno: Alter Garden

"It all comes crashing down without a single sound. Vanishing in cold blood leaving nothing behind and when I think back on it. I just feel like a total fool for ever giving my love to you."/ "The day will come when these words of mine will no longer reach you either."/ "If you're not able to show me the light then don't give me anything at all. If the things I come to trust in can start to crumble so easily. Then I won't let anyone in anymore."

"“UNDER” My cord’s being pulled but nothing’s ever enough Contractual desires, oh what to do, FUTURE."/ "“UNDER” I feel the emptiness inside me. We agreed to seek each other, I wish we could do something about it, Future."

"Just the two of us, I feel a little tingle inside. Our love links us together. Just me alone, the warmth starts fading away. Let’s reload the warmth." - "Let’s just do it, please smile? Hooked up till the morning to this sweet “Umbilical Cable”. Let’s just do it, please smile?"

When I think back on it I just feel like a total fool for ever giving my love to you- And yet despite it all, somewhere deep inside my head, somewhere deep inside my heart I keep on crying out. But see though these feelings show only through tears. They aren't out of sorrow I just want you take these words to heart.

Though if we're talking about trial three I hope Yuno kind of gets a sad song- But at the same time.

Rabbit Hole or Poison Apple would be really good to hear her sing.

Though if Mahiru isn't lost it'd be interesting to see her get Rabbit Hole instead. Though it'd be interesting for Mahiru to get Status Effect Girlfriend. Basically, most songs I can think of for Yuno would be good for Mahiru too. Oh but no one has gotten Dilemma so that could be a good one for Yuno as well.

Yeah, thinking about it now Dilemma may actually fit best. For her given what I think is going on plus I'd just enjoy hearing her sing it. Speaking of Mahiru-

Mahiru: Q-Ai Senorita

"Say you love me! Say you love me! C'mon! Give me even more! Get stained! Get stained. Sate this greedy heart of mine. The words "I love you" alone can't tie me down. Embrace me tight with your- Embrace me tight with your- Embrace me tight with your genuine love."/ "Outside my head, true love, love. Inside my head, through with grief, grief. Outside my head, true love, love. Inside my head, through with grief, grief. Ravenous swelling emotions- Desperately seeking love, love. Dismay and disgust for birthdays. Impatient awareness of my self-styled "Prime"."/ "Tidy, conservative, humble? Oh, please! I nearly trashed it all. See, look! I'll chase after my bliss now. Oh, the pain. The pain. My stomach pangs."/ "This, right here, is how I truly am!"

"”UNDER” I don’t just want to give. Both giving and receiving are good things."" “UNDER” I don’t wanna just give. Giving and taking, this is how to be in love."

"I’m going to start relying on you if you’re kind to me, so please forgive me, thanks!"

(Fun fact in this interaction I chose are you alright not that's enough Kobato. Apparently, I am an outlier in this since literally every fucking let's player on earth apparently including the video, I got these screenshots from chose the that's enough response. Star jokingly made fun of me because if you do that you turn away from Kobato and just look at QP immediately to check on her. So, Star just said "You- 'Is this dude bothering you queen'." And the phrase and framing of my actions by them has lived in my head rent free since.)

Mostly using this because it gives a bit of context to Mahiru's statement about relying on people who have been nice to her or have shown her even a bit of human decency. Through using QP's response to the protagonist doing this. Like intervening was simply the right course of action in this scenario but QP falls in love with you because of this. Like let this sink in-

She falls in love with and views you rescuing her as doing what she said in her song embracing her with genuine love. The fuck is your reality like ma'am where your first response to being ran up on was to cower beneath your own arms and brace yourself and upon one person going hey now, we don't do this part here. We don't jump people after we've beaten them in combat and have never done that calm down. "Oh my gosh you rescued me from being assaulted directly after I said that guys anger was a red flag to me and indicative of a domestic violence case waiting to happen. I think I love you."

QP you shouldn't that is like the bare minimum of human decency what type of fucking people have you been around. If I didn't intervene, I would not only be a shit person but a bad friend who let's their friend do shit like that. That's not okay. Like this is the minimum to me what do you mean you're in love with me? What have your relationships been like before this? This is concerning but also fuck it we ball I guess... Are we gonna talk about this again because this is concerning. No hospital- Oh, okay.

Hopefully I don't learn anything about her songs lyrics that calls into question this sequence of events more-

See, look! I'll keep pursuing my paradise now. Oh, the pain. Pain! Damage: High! Say you love me! Say you love me! C'mon! Give me every bit you can! Touch me! Touch me! Fill the void in this heart of mine! The words "I love you" alone can't satisfy me- Embrace me tight with your genuine love.

"Do you really think you know what love is? If you do, let’s just overheat together!" "If you don’t hug me, even our hearts will start drifting apart. I pretended to be a good girl, but really, I don't want to say "I'm ok"." "I pretended to be a good girl, I don’t want to be “ok”." "The things that I only want to say to you, and the things that I want from you is love."

"It’s ok for everyone else but not for me. Unfair and stuck between in love and love." "This adorable, earnest, sincere ♥ Is bleeding, wailing, this is the end- What you trampled is my, “This is how to be in love with you”." "This can’t go on, something’s got to give, I even love saying the words, “I love you”. My emotions are out of control, that’s inconvenient? I don’t care!"

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE-

This, right here, is how I truly am!/ Tell me, oh tell me why, won’t you just accept me?

When it comes to her trial three cover song it's more than likely going to be Zombies considering the imagery in "I love you" and how the lyrics of Zombies would complement and add onto what we were given from her second trial song. Specifically-

I Love You: "This adorable, earnest, sincere ♥." "Mon-mon-monstrously in love in love. Mon-mon-monstrous, cuz I love you so much!"

Zombies: I'm transforming~ ♡♡♡ I luv you half-decomposed isn't bad. Why don't you too? I luv you, a secret between you and me. If we both just transform~♡♡♡♡

This Is How To Be In Love With You: "Let’s just overheat together!"

"I don’t need anyone else, as long as I have you I could do anything as long as you smiled, I actually believed that."

Zombies: If we just love each other- I luv you, you're the only one.

I Love You: "My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight- Tell me, oh tell me why, can’t I just do it right?!"

Zombies: I can't hear the thump, thump anymore. Our bodies are cold even when we hug. Oh well! If we transform, we transform!

"That’s inconvenient? I don’t care!"

Still would be interesting if she got Status Effect Girlfriend.

Back to Caligula Effect though- The next prisoner I've thrown into the musician microwave is Kazui.

Kazui: Swap Out

"Borrowed Satisfaction! Set it free, let your charms out. Everything you touch is filled with aspiration. Grant this clever TRICK-STAR the hope of rebirth. I wanna tell my past self, "Hey, dear boy I know you can reach the stars, real boy I know you're someone special.". Snatch up a pinch of envy as a substitute for self-love my signature ingredient from here on out."/ "Most things are no problem at all! That's right so let's keep dancing as we are."/ "I'll draw you in and guide you to them. So, c'mon take a look."

I know nothing's changed one bit. We're unshakeable professionals at deflection. The fraud on the otherside keeps growing rich in wit. Even if we went back it's all the same. So c'mon, take a look. Borrowed Satisfaction! What an ingenious world- Bet it comes from being so superficial. In the end we all get the short end of the stick. So, I've added to the epilogue- "Hey, dear boy you could've reached the stars, real boy I want to believe you're special."

"“UNDER” I keep on seeing dreams I am always indecisive, I can’t be saved."- "“UNDER” I just keep on dreaming half in, half out, I’m doomed."

"Where did I go wrong, probably from the beginning."- "All this time till now has hurt me, the scales of my heart has decided to sway If continuing to hide is called unhappiness, Not even one word will get to you." "Feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear."

"Since when have I ignored my feelings? It’s better to be a let down, than to be let down yourself." "INNOCENT, isn’t that right? Maybe, perhaps... or... could it come true... like It’s for the sake of true love, who wouldn’t lie for that?" "Love, it’s tacky, this two-way deceit." "Lie, until it gets better, follow the king of the masquerade."

Time and time again we lose sight of ourselves until we've circled right back around. Maybe our promises were too shakey. There's just no way to find out.

Lie, until it gets better.

Nope no singular way to find out what's up with that. Not a fucking one moving on. So, this is going to sound weird because early last year I said this was more than likely going to be a Shidou cover but that was before cat released showcasing very similar imagery to that in this recently released Deco song.

Really upping the chance of Kazui's third trial cover song being Poison Apple in my opinion. The lyrics of the song would accompany Cat well and would add more depth to Kazui. While keeping the energy of his previous cover songs.

Sadly, I'm getting fatigued. So, I'm not going to go into much depth these next parts. There are some prisoners that I want the trial three songs to be a surprise for. So I haven't put too much thought into it.

Mikoto (briefly)

I like to try to guess Mikoto's for fun but selfishly I still really want him to get Pseudo Hope Syndrome because i really like that song. Though Not A Devil may fit him on a surface level reading but I want to try to dive deeper there. Especially since his second mv didn't focus as much on his work as I expected it to. We still haven't even seen where he works at but apparently his job is what incited him to do the things he did. Kind of weird it's like he's just shifting blame where it's easiest and it's not just his job that was an issue but his entire life as his first glitched voiceline implies.

Just saying we see Amane's abuse but we haven't even seen this man at work yet that's a tad odd. Other than that. I personally think Pseudo Hope would add more depth to his character as well as wrap everything together neatly. Though I'll have to look it over again later with Double and see if my opinion on it has changed.

For Mu this may be obvious but Cinderella both her songs literally show her being in a coocon and starting over again from scratch only oming out when she feels safe enough too.

Her second song displays this more overtly while After Pain does it in a more subjective way. It would also fit with her last cover being MKDR.

Also,

"So irritating! Hello to the unfortunate me. I'm confused, hate it, hate it." "Getting angry, annoying, annoying- No, no, no! I want to say "I love you" when I'm cuter! AHH- No, no, no- It's not ok! I'll go back to a cocoon and try again!"

After Pain: "Postmortem makeup to hide my heart, how to solve it is a secret~ The stabbing of the little devil’s voice, counterattack being a suicide note “I love YOU”."

"Hey, um... Nevermind, forget about it. I've never been able to say what I want to say. I can't stop my eyes from diverting self-hatred again."

After Pain: "Maybe I’m done. Just one more time before saying goodbye. I’m just kidding, please forget I said that." "If I was gone, if I had just disappeared- I overheard, I found out How much I’m not needed."

Hello to the unfortunate me!/ I am always the drama queen.

So irritating! These shoes don't fit me! Getting angry, annoying, annoying- The bell is ringing, I'm covered in ash I don't want to go home yet. To the XX course. I want to try to dive into it.

The first time for Cinderela! So scared and dizzying, dizzying-

Ahhh- No, no, no I'm really not ok./ Hey, what if- If I am a bad girl?

Don't hate me.

The rest I want to kind of be pleassant surprises. So I haven't really been thinking about like I said before. Though I might think about some of the others at later dates. I really enjoy going in with as little guesses as possible for certain characters. Like Futa, Haruka, and Shidou. I still want to investigate Amane more later when I'm feeling well enough to and I do have a lot of Kotoko thoughts but I don't know if I have enough interest to interrogate what she'll cover next yet or not.

With the other three I just really like getting carried away for the ride and not thinking to much about what they'll get beforehand.

#milgram #gunsli rambles

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bmodiwrites · 2 years ago

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Hi friends! This is part 2 to my choir boy/preacher's son Steve fic. You can find the first part here or on AO3 here. I kind of love this one, y'all. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Steve knows he’s in trouble the moment Eddie Munson walks into the chapel one ordinary Sunday morning.

The day is setting up to be a boring one, though Steve isn’t aware of what’s about to happen for him, yet. As he’s getting ready for his usual solo in the backstage area, he hears the whispers break out amongst the chatty ladies of the choir. Steve’s used to the clucking of hens, so he ignores it until he hears a name that hasn’t been uttered in his direction since high school.

Munson’s long curly hair is still branded in the back of Steve’s mind, so he’s quick to peek around the heavy curtain to sneak a look. Time has been good to Eddie – his chestnut hair and thick chocolatey eyes are richer than ever.

He almost misses his cue during the opening song; staring at Eddie Munson takes up too many brain cells to remember the note that brings him in. He’s been doing this old song and dance long enough not to stumble outwardly, however – Steve is fast to pick up where he’s supposed to be without anyone noticing. Walking off the stage later, Steve is too transfixed by a never ending stare to worry about his father’s disappointment.

The following week, Steve tries to get Eddie off his mind by reminding himself of the fact that Eddie’s presence was a fluke to begin with. Assuming he’s going to be there again seems silly. Why start a habit now, when no one cares enough to even cast judgement?

Steve is happily proven wrong that Sunday and the next few to follow. It’s both a blessing and a curse to walk onto the stage to see those brown eyes staring up at him. Steve isn’t sure the other boy is aware of the intensity of his gaze, but it knocks Steve off his feet every time. Preacher Harrington, the congregation’s understanding lead, is the only one that ever notices Steve’s mishaps. He’s lucky to be of an age where leaving bruises behind isn’t as acceptable as it was in his younger years. Growing up has some perks.

Like being able to finally seduce Eddie Munson.

After the fifth week of being subjected to smoldering looks and a nonchalant attitude that drives Steve up the wall, an opportunity to do something about the pent up want finally falls into place. Eddie’s metal vibe is more than just a look – his skill on the guitar is obvious and easy for others to see, too.

The talent is there, regardless of people’s opinion. So much so that there’s no questions asked when Steve nods his head and okays a newcomer like that’s normal and not unheard of. It’s the perfect bridge to cross that Steve’s been looking for.

He strikes up a conversation that later leads them to a private corner of Lover’s Lake known for exactly what Steve has on his mind. It’s funny to see Eddie’s hesitation manifest in the slight tension he works through before kissing Steve back. The way he slumps into Steve’s touch is all the more satisfying because of it. Steve’s intimately aware of the way people judge boys like them. Eddie’s been holding the weight of being an outlier on his shoulders for so long, he probably doesn’t even know the feeling of sharing the burden.

After hiding himself from the world (and the judgement that he’s sure of), year after year, Steve is finally ready to take some of the effort out of Eddie’s hands.

It’s easy, too. Steve is the first to admit that. Coming together with Eddie is like the first cognizant breath after blinking awake. It fills him up and brings him down to Earth in the sense that Steve feels right when Eddie’s around. His presence isn’t like the plethora of girls Steve tried to smother himself with in an attempt to be the person his dad wanted him to be. It’s plain to see that Steve is not that person.

He's the type of man that loves Eddie Munson, a hard working asshole who grew up on nothing but a little bit of love from an uncle that still doesn’t really know what to do with him. He is learning every day what it’s like to be unconditionally appreciated for who he is because of the man that Eddie grew into. That hardcore, never flinching love from Eddie is teaching him to be proud of the person he is, not afraid like the world is always wanting them to be. Now that Steve’s ripped open his cocoon, there’s no returning to the slunk of a caterpillar he was before.

His wings are open and he’s ready to fly.

Which is funny because Eddie calls him his angel. On Saturday nights when Wayne is working late and they’ve got the trailer to themselves, Eddie lets his guard down, becomes vulnerable. He whispers about the angel wings Steve hides on his back, how he’s pure beauty filled to the brim with sin. Eddie loves his angel, his ray of light.

Sometimes he’s conscious enough to mumble a soft, self-deprecating “sorry” that Steve kisses away. He’ll never get over Eddie apologizing for loving someone so much he’s compelled to compare them to something ethereal. Steve thinks of it as a compliment but that’s the church boy in him appreciating the imagery.

He smiles as he brushes Eddie’s curls from his face. “It’s okay, baby. You’re high,” Steve whispers, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “and you’ve been drinking. You can’t help yourself… and I love you for it.”

Eddie purrs like a jungle cat, leaning into Steve’s touch. He doesn’t do anything but agree with Steve’s words, pressing into all of him because Eddie knows Steve will be there to wrap him up and hold him close. They spend the night wrapped up together, sharing kisses until Eddie’s ready to pass out. He does so with a soft, “I love you too, angel,” as he noses into Steve’s neck and settles down for the night.

It's moments like those that make it easy to lie to his mom and dad when they start to ask questions. Eddie means so much more than the insults his father throws and the tears his mother tries to use to manipulate him. Everyone in his house knows exactly where he’s going. The love he feels for Eddie, and what Eddie feels for him, is obvious to everyone. Not even the dense preacher and his wife are blind enough to miss it.

When his dad finally says something to him about it, Steve can’t help but laugh.

“If this was a girl I was leaving to see, you wouldn’t care. You know I love him, daddy. I love him more than you’ve ever loved anything in your whole life. Can’t you just leave us be? For the first time in my life, I’m truly happy.”

His daddy’s hands are rough on his shoulders, though it’s nothing compared to the bruising grip he used to deal with. “It’s an abomination boy. You running around with that Munson kid makes me look – “

Steve is fast to cut in – “how does it make you look, Preacher Harrington? To me, it makes you look pretty intolerant. Everyone sees the way you look at him, with hellfire and disdain. Even the way you look at me when you think no one is looking. I don’t think it’s me that people see as bad, daddy.”

There’s a pause and the age old argument gets put on the table. “You gave your life to Jesus – “

“Yes, daddy. Jesus. Not you and your judgmental beliefs. Love is all encompassing. Love is the strength to tell old fucks like yourself no when the boundary has been crossed. I’m going to marry him, daddy. We’re going to spend our life together and you can’t stop us.”

The power play that results is one step too far. For the longest time, Steve tries to respect his daddy’s wishes. Being the preacher’s son meant living under an oddly funneled microscope. Yet, growing into adulthood shifted the len’s perspective and made Steve see that others could take in the whole picture, not just the one his daddy tries to paint. To the congregation, Eddie and Wayne were good church goers that were always on time and actually sang during the hymns. Where their relationship was concerned, Steve and Eddie never made people live with their truth.

Eddie is smart enough to keep Steve all to himself. For once, someone’s possessive nature is beneficial.

All others know is the love that exists between them, regardless of their lack of outward expression. Because it’s real. It’s the kind that makes it easy for Steve to tap into a side that’s new and exciting and much different than the bottled up boy that always did what his father said. It’s devilish to go against a word he’s always followed but loving Eddie is the sort of thing worth a hard look that Steve is growing used to more and more by the day.

Eventually, Eddie is squirrely and withdrawn for about a week before hitting one knee to ask Steve to marry him. Before the question is even out of his mouth, Steve says yes.

And though it’s something that Steve wants, the reality of the situation is an interesting one. Eddie is a mechanic that barely makes minimum wage. Steve is a choir boy that’s lived on daddy’s dime for most of his life. He’s barely making it through classes at the local community college with passing grades. Preacher Harrington is the first person to point all of these things out and when that happens, Steve confidently shuts him down.

With Eddie by his side, Steve is certain they’ll make it work. He’s happier than ever and the life they’re about to lead is worth the impending struggling.

Besides, it's silly to think Steve wouldn’t be happier living with Eddie and Wayne in their trailer than with his parents. The rigid lack of acceptance where Eddie is concerned very quickly pushed him out the door. Steve is all but moved out when his mother finally says something.

“Steve, wait – “

Eddie is walking through the doorway, out towards the truck, but stops at the sound of his mother’s voice. Without thought, Steve whispers a soft “go,” in Eddie’s ear before turning to his mother. Eddie looks between them, then shrugs before carrying the last couple of boxes out of the room.

“I can’t let you leave without telling you I love you. I love Eddie, even. I’m sorry I never said anything but I’m happy for you. You’re happy. I can see that. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

There’s a second where Steve tries to be stubborn. There were so many years that Steve needed to hear those very words. So many internal battles would’ve been much easier knowing his mother was in his corner, even if it was silently. Instead of saying anything, giving her props for finally opening up or clapping back about the years or neglect, Steve simply pulls her in for a hug.

“I love you too, mom. I want you in my life. Don’t let dad force you to miss out on the things Eddie and I are planning. They’re worth being a part of.”

Steve leaves her with a soft kiss, smiling all the while. After nights where whispers of big families and fun trips were all they shared, Steve is certain children and adventures and things bigger than the town’s one room chapel are meant for him and Eddie. If she’s willing, Steve wants his mom there, too.

Until she decides to stand up and selfishly be there, Steve is ready to find a place of his own in life with Eddie by his side.

When their wedding rolls around, Wayne announces he’s moving in with Brenda, leaving the trailer for Steve and Eddie and all the memories they’re yet to make. And though no one from Steve’s family is there to celebrate such a big moment, Steve takes a second to thank the big guy above. Despite being not all that certain of his position in the church or his spot as the preacher’s son, Steve is positive that one room church is the only reason Eddie is in his life.

Whether they return there or not, Steve closes his eyes, remembering the glow of Eddie’s stare from the stained glass’s light.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fics #stranger things fic #bobbie writes #preacher’s son steve #choir boy steve

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xelasrecords · 10 months ago

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Xela! Feels like forever since we properly chatted, I need to hop into your ask box more often. I have some questions for you here to make up for that <3

Is there something you're looking forward to that you would like to talk about?

What's your favourite song at the moment?

What's a scenario you'd love to see one of your favs in that you haven't yet seen/written?

(btw I still have the ask you sent me cooking in my drafts... I promise I'll get back to you heheh)

Faye I missed you!

I've been looking forward to write about Vyn since last year but I need to reread his whole lore BUT things happened then suddenly I never have the energy to go through it. It's maddening. I really want to write a fic for him. I also can't wait to see my friends from other countries again! We can only meet once every few years, but I feel the most myself when I'm with them.

IU just released a new album and Shopper is my favourite! I play it every day. The whole album, really. Eyes on Fire is also fuelling my angst fantasies.

Mostly the scenarios simmering in my brain are of sacrifices and tragic endings and the like. I want to see Vyn faced with impossible choices and no amount of cunning could save the MC. I want to see V and MC being the outliers in the group (the distant leader figure and the newcomer) and bonding in toxic loneliness. I want to see Jumin x MC x V forced to choose to save only one from the OT3. On a lighter note, I want to explore Jumin's delayed grief for Rika with an MC who doesn't get jealous or insecure over his dead first love. Harry is forgotten somewhere in the background.

OK now pls answer all these too I want to know about you!

#'on a lighter note' and it's about death #i will wait patiently for u to answer my ask #xela answers #mystic messenger #jumin han #jihyun kim #tears of themis #vyn richter

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out-with-the-boys · 4 months ago

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The Dance- Chapter 02

Homelander x Supe OC

Notes: 18+ No warnings apply for this chapter. Each chapter will have individual content warnings as they apply to avoid spoilers. Find this work on AO3. Tumblr master post here.

Previous chapter.

Beads of sweat slid down Morgan’s freckled shoulders, catching the light from the harsh fluorescents above. Her lips vaguely shaped the words of a Florence and the Machine song, steady breaths punctuating every stride she took. The pulsing music in her headphones, the beat of her heart, and the persistent hum of the treadmill beneath her feet kept her grounded. For a moment, she could almost pretend she wasn’t in Vought’s state-of-the-art gym for The Seven.

Until a few minutes ago, she had been the only one occupying the space, but that much hadn’t come as a surprise. From what she understood, she was the only member of The Seven without any sort of invulnerability or augmented strength. The medical team had driven that point home on her first day, as if her very existence was an anomaly—something that didn’t quite fit into their model of power. A part of her almost liked it. Being the outlier had its advantages.

She hadn’t really expected anyone else to join her at this hour, but it made sense that Starlight was there, quietly going through her own routine. Occasionally, Morgan’s gaze drifted toward the blonde moving in her periphery. Sometimes, though, the movement she caught was just her own fiery ponytail swishing behind her as she jogged. Either way, neither of them had gone out of their way to break routine to acknowledge the other beyond a curt nod.

Just say something. The thought echoed in her mind—Starlight’s voice, though Morgan hadn’t meant to catch it.

It was never her intention to pry into people’s thoughts, but it just happened—effortless, unbidden more often than not. Starlight had been circling around the same unspoken question for a while now, and Morgan had caught glimpses of it. Still, she wasn’t about to give herself away. The more people believed she wasn’t already in their head, the better.

The thought was there again, hanging in the back of her mind, waiting to be voiced. Morgan braced herself for it, as she always did when the stray echoes of someone’s mind slipped through.

“So…” Starlight finally broke the silence, prompting Morgan to pull out one of her earbuds. “You found the gym alright, I see.”

Breathing a soft chuckle, Morgan couldn’t help the wry grin that pulled at the corners of her lips.

“Yeah, this place isn’t as labyrinthine as I thought.” Morgan replied, her breaths still steady as she slowed her pace. She was cutting her cardio a few minutes short, but taking a moment to talk to her teammate wouldn’t kill her. Hopefully.

“Sounds like you’re settling in pretty well already.” Starlight remarked, though something unspoken flickered behind her eyes. “I feel like it took me forever to find my footing here.”

Morgan gave her a sympathetic look. “Trust me, I don’t think I’ve found mine either. If I learned anything from the high school plays my sister talked me into doing, it’s that you’ve got to fake it ‘til you make it, and ‘yes and–’ goes a long way.”

“Oh, so you were a science geek and a theater kid?” Starlight said, her brows raising playfully. “Well that explains a lot.”

“Woah, hey, that’s a hefty accusation to be throwing around.” Morgan joked. “My sister was the theater kid. I just needed some arts credits and it seemed like an easy A. I was a moderately okay Leisel in The Sound of Music, but I took State at the science fair every year from the time I was eight years old.”

With an exaggerated look of skepticism, Starlight nodded her head slowly.

“Right…” she drawled, her expression cracking into a smile as she leaned against the treadmill. “I’ll take your word for it. But seriously, if you need anything, I’m here to help. This job comes with a lot of unexpected bullshit, and it pays to have somebody in your corner.”

Morgan caught another glimpse of the same memory Starlight had recalled the day before. Maeve was far from warm when she found her in the bathroom, mascara and eyeliner smudged around her eyes. Starlight hadn’t even made it a full day as a member of the Seven before the facade was pulled away from her.

“You’re very sweet.” Morgan sighed softly, toweling off the back of her neck. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, but I should probably head out for now. I’ve got a big day ahead of me.”

Starlight gave her a slight wave. “Yeah, same here. See you around.”

Morgan slung her towel over her shoulder, her mind already turning to what came next as she made her way out of the gym. She would be surprised to find a quiet moment in Vought Tower—especially as the newest member of The Seven. The following couple of days was evidence of that as she was thrown into a whirl of meetings, training drills, and carefully curated PR appearances.

Now, on the morning of day four, Morgan made her way toward the armory, her thoughts geared toward the mission ahead. It would be her first solo save since joining The Seven, and the weight of it settled heavy on her shoulders. Starlight’s words lingered in the back of Morgan’s mind—about how this job came with a lot of unexpected bullshit. She wasn’t wrong.

Stepping into the armory, the scent of oil and metal filled her senses. There was a certain nostalgic quality to it as she thought back on her father and brother working on the old, red Chevy in the garage. Even more recently, it made her think of the workshop she spent her days in fabricating machinery for school.

The room was cold and quiet, and Black Noir was already there, sharpening his blades in the back corner. He didn’t so much as pause the methodical scraping of a knife on a whetstone when she entered, but she was hardly surprised. From the outside, the man didn’t express much of anything at all.

Something about how quiet he was, even from an internal perspective, was mildly unsettling. It wasn’t that there wasn’t anything going on in his head at all, but he didn’t seem to think like everyone else did. The few glimpses she caught into his head were brief– and strange to say the least.

“Ready to seize the day?” she asked, breaking the silence with a half-smile as she opened her locker. He didn’t respond of course. Though, Morgan could have sworn she saw a cartoonish figure in the peripheral of his mind offering a thumbs up. It was only a brief glimpse, but she could have sworn he was seeing Buster Beaver.

As she put her green and gold armor on over her black kevlar bodysuit with practiced ease, the rhythmic sound of steel on stone ceased. Glancing back at him, she half-expected nothing but that unnerving, blank stare. Much to her surprise, Black Noir had noiselessly approached her from behind.

In his gloved hand, he held something—a small, black cloth patch, stitched with gold thread. It was simple, but the embroidery resembled a nearly childlike emblem of a sword. He held it out wordlessly, and her eyes fixed on his expressionless mask.

Blinking, she glanced at the patch and then at Noir, unsure what to make of it.

“Is this… for me?” she asked, her voice unsure, almost enchanted. There was no response. He simply pressed it into her palm before turning back to gather his weapons.

It was such a small gesture, but somehow it felt monumental. There was some sort of acknowledgement that they were teammates now. Closing her fingers around the patch, she smiled gently.

“Thanks,” she murmured, not expecting any sort of reply. Noir’s back was already to her, but the moment lingered. Tucking the patch inside her bodysuit, Morgan smiled to herself and finished suiting up, feeling a strange, unspoken connection settle between them.

As much as she would have loved to ruminate on the oddly sweet interaction, the weight of her mission settled on her shoulders as heavily as her armor did. Mr. Edgar had passed down the order to send her on her first mission today– a solo save. As far as she was aware, no one since the more senior members of the Seven had been given such a weighty responsibility.

It might have been a compliment from the big man himself– a sign of trust in her abilities. Then again, it could have been a test too. He had tentatively placed a heavy burden on her when he welcomed her onto the team. Sending her out like this could have been a subtle way for him to apply more pressure to see if she’d thrive, or if she’d crack under it.

Regardless of his intentions, she couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.

The briefing from Crime Analytics had been quick—just the basics. A bank robbery, a handful of hostages, and rising tensions inside. She took mental stock of the details as Vought security whisked her through the city. The drive felt too short to settle her nerves, and by the time they pulled up to the scene, it was already chaos.

Crowds of morbidly curious onlookers pressed in toward the barricades, phones raised, eager for a glimpse of the action. Reporters swarmed even closer, like buzzards, as they set up the perfect shot for her projected triumph. No pressure, she mused quietly to herself.

Weaving her way through the frenzy, she kept her focus on the trial ahead. When she reached the front line, she could practically feel the sense of relief that washed over the officer in charge as she approached him.

“Good, you made it.” he said, ushering her to the back of an armored van that was parked at the barricade. “I trust you’re up to speed on the situation?”

Morgan nodded curtly, “Five armed robbers, four hostages and they’ve got them wired with explosives for if their demands aren’t met. Am I missing anything?”

“That’s the general picture.” the officer said, swiping his sleeve over the perspiration on his forehead. “They’ve been radio silent for about fifteen minutes now. As far as demands go, it’s the usual: a ride out, clean getaway, immunity… All the things we don’t want to give them if we can avoid it.”

Nodding, she chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. There were a few ways she could go about diffusing the situation. There was the easy way, but knowing how The Seven typically operated, that wasn’t flashy enough. Edgar hadn’t stated it, but the people would want a bit of a show. There had to be a way to stir up enough interest without there being any collateral though.

“Okay…” she said, still piecing together the last tidbits of an idea, “Okay, I think I know what I’m going to do.”

The officer looked at her, a curious expression crossing his face. “What’s your move?”

“I need you to keep the perimeter secure.” she said, squinting against the reflection of the setting sun glaring off the glass exterior of the building. Even beyond the barricaded doors, she could already feel the minds of the people inside. There was a loose thread among them she could pull on. “You supplied them with a radio for contact, yes? I’m going to need that.”

“We’ve already tried–”

“--Not everything.” Morgan cut him off as another officer handed her the radio she had requested. “That’s why I got called in, right?” She flashed him a confident grin, but the officer looked unsure. As much as he wanted to protest, Morgan could sense he wasn’t about to waste her time with questions. He knew what was at stake.

Holding the radio up to her chin, she paused for a moment as she sifted through a variety of thoughts. Every single one of them was riddled with anxiety, but she found the head of the person that it weighed heaviest on. It didn’t take much for her to find glimpses of what drove the individual in charge. Everything had bubbled to the surface as he fought to maintain control of his feelings over the situation.

“Norman, this is Psyren of The Seven.” she began, putting herself through to the leader of the crew. “I’m not here to fight. I’d like to talk for a moment and see how I can help you. I know you’re wanting to make it out of this alive, and so is everybody else. Let’s work together to make that happen.”

The handful of officers gathered around her were absolutely silent as they all waited to hear the response. Their anxiety buzzed persistently in the back of her mind despite her focus on the minds inside the bank. Nobody was certain of what she was capable of yet, and right then she was testing their faith.

Another moment of radio silence passed before a gruff voice acknowledged her from the other end.

“Psyren, huh? I saw you on the news the other day.” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’re the mindfreak. That’s how you know my name right? ”

“So you do have an idea of what I can do. Good.” Morgan said softly. “Listen, I have a bit of an idea of what you’re facing right now. You’re worried sick about your daughter, I know.”

It was quiet again, just long enough for people to start feeling more nervous about how things would unfold.

“Chelsea isn’t getting any better without treatment, and nobody cares,” came his strangled reply finally. “Insurance won’t cover it, I can’t get a loan and I’ve been breaking my back trying to just keep us afloat. If I can’t get the money for the treatments, she’ll die.”

Morgan’s expression softened as she heard the heartbreak in his voice. A few of the officers exchanged glances, shifting uncomfortably. This brought up a number of complicated feelings for them. This was that loose thread she needed though. It was the key to unraveling the tangled mess they were in.

“I’m sure it feels like the whole world is against you right now.” she said, her voice laden with sympathy. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, Norman, but there are people that care and that can help. The most important thing to think about right now is being there for her though. You can’t do that if you allow things to go south from here. Let me inside and we can talk through this, face to face.”

In his silence, she could feel his resolve shifting. He was processing what she had said, teetering on the edge of suspicion. It was hard for him to back down given how far he had gone. Still, he didn’t want to do this. This whole thing was an act of desperation that was starting to look like it might blow up in his face.

“If I let you in, you’ve gotta swear to me there won’t be any funny business.” he finally said, a slight crack in his voice. “One wrong move, then I blow all of us to hell.”

Morgan’s pulse quickened, but she remained calm.

“I believe you.” she said, her voice level. “I swear to you, all I want to do right now is talk. Let me help you reach a solution. I imagine the last thing you want is to leave Chelsea without her father.”

There was another beat of silence before Norman spoke again, his voice thick with exhaustion and fear. “Fine. Come in. But no tricks, Psyren. If I even think you’re playing me…”

“I understand,” she said, nodding resolutely to one of the officers. “You have my word.”

“Come to the door on the north side. I’ll have one of my guys let you in.” he sighed before the radio fell silent once more. She handed the radio back to one of the officers beside her, who was now looking at her in a mix of disbelief and hope. Already she’d done more than any of their best negotiators had managed.

“I’m going in,” she stated calmly, addressing the officer that had been directing things. “It may take a few minutes, but I need you all to stay in position here until I give you the go ahead. You’ll be hearing from me when it's time.”

Before she could field any questions that hung heavy in the minds of the police officers, she made her way to the side door. The sun had dipped low enough behind the city skyline now that she could see a broad-shouldered man through the glass, waiting to let her in. He was older, gruff-looking and carrying a gun that would definitely put her armor to the test at the range she was at.

His brow was heavy with a stern look as he pushed the door open for her. A part of him thought that letting her in was a bad idea, she could tell. Though, another secret part of him was surprisingly relieved that she was there. Looking her up and down, not sure what to make of her yet, he gestured for her to move further into the building where the rest of the crew and the hostages were.

Exiting a short hallway into the main lobby of the bank, the tension in the air was palpable–suffocating even. Huddled in a small circle on the floor, back to back, the four hostages were cinched tight together with wires and zipties. Terror rolled off of them in waves, but there was a flicker of hope that surged in each of them as she entered the room.

Three other armed men stood near the hostages, all of them watching her warily. Their eyes flitted nervously between her and the last of the robbers standing near the massive safe door. Gripped tightly in his hand was a small detonator, and there was a look of uncertainty that furrowed his brow.

“Norman, thank you for agreeing to this.” Morgan said softly, raising her hands slowly in a show of surrender. “This probably wasn’t an easy decision to come to, but you’re doing the right thing.”

Norman swallowed hard, his hand tensing slightly around the detonator. There was a flash in his mind of a young girl, presumably his Chelsea. That was exactly the mindset she needed him in to make this work without resorting to a more heavy-handed approach.

He regarded her with a stiff nod, "I just want to fix this. I didn’t want to hurt anybody, but I can’t lose my baby girl."

Morgan could feel the raw, aching desperation radiating from him. "I know," she replied, her voice gentle."You love her, and you felt backed into a corner by everything that’s happened. You’re in a tailspin though. Your crew, Norman, they’re scared. They’re losing faith and the hostages… they’re praying you don’t make the wrong choice.”

Her words hung in the air, a gentle but powerful tug against his wavering resolve.

“Think about her,” Morgan whispered. “She needs you alive. She needs her dad.”

His grip on the detonator slackened. She could feel him relenting. The image of the little girl’s smiling face flickered in his mind again, and this time Morgan helped him hang onto it. His perception of her was already beautiful, but she gave him the slightest push to see her with so much vibrancy and hope.

As she took a step forward, the detonator within her reach, there was a sudden sharp crunch of pavement outside that shook the ground and rattled the windows.

Goddammit, not now.

The robbers and hostages all let out startled cries and Norman’s hold on the detonator tightened again as he quickly withdrew his hand. Looking out the window, they all caught sight of a red and white cape billowing in the wind. Homelander came strutting toward the bank, a tense smile on his face as he wound up to punch out one of the windows.

Before any of them could react, there was a spray of shattered glass and Morgan could only do so much with her telekinesis to keep the shards and splinters from hitting everyone inside. Morgan’s mental phalanx pushed back just in time, protecting the hostages and robbers from the worst of it. But the ripple of panic that followed hit harder than any of the stray shards.

Instinctively, the robbers trained their weapons on Homelander as he stepped through the windowpane. Norman looked back at her, his face contorted with rage as he assumed her betrayal. As far as he was concerned, she had been stalling for time for the leader of The Seven to arrive.

“Sorry to intrude on your big save.” Homelander said, notably unapologetic as he smirked at her. “You were taking quite a while and people were starting to get nervous. I had to step in and make sure you were okay.”

“You promised.” Norman hissed, his thumb moving to press down on the detonator.

“STOP!” her voice rang out through the bank but more than that, her mind delved deep into the minds of the robbers and seized hold of them. Her influence clawed into them all with a vise-like grip, making them all jerk to a sudden stop.

An eerie stillness settled over them, and the hostages watched on in shock. Eyes glazed over, weapons lowered, the four other robbers straightened stiffly and stood at attention like toy soldiers at her whim. Norman took a step toward her again, his face slack and expressionless as he placed the detonator into her waiting palm.

Awestruck and incredulous, the hostages looked at her with wide eyes. For a split second it looked like they were doomed, but they were still here in one piece. The thing that finally broke the momentary silence was the barely restrained sob of a young woman that was grateful she would live to see another day.

Even Homelander, with all his brash bravado, was paused mid-step and staring at her. His grin faltered, replaced by something more hesitant. He looked around at the robbers, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, then back at Morgan. “Well,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, “that’s… something.”

Morgan stood still, her mind still fully entwined with all of theirs, holding them in place. She could feel their thoughts, their fears, their desperation—all of it now a writhing tangle of distress under her thumb. Their bodies were hers to direct as they fell into line in front of her. For a brief, unsettling moment, even Homelander seemed unsure of what he was witnessing.

“Didn’t know you had that in you, Psyren,” he said, his smirk returning, though his tone lacked its usual confidence. “You had them tangled in your web from the beginning then, huh?”

Morgan remained silent, jaw tensing slightly as her grip on their minds gradually began to relax while she glanced at Homelander. His cocky smirk was back, but she could see the flicker of hesitation behind those baby blues of his. He wasn’t sure what to make of her and this unexpected peek into her true power.

It might have been easier to make them march out of there under her command, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. This was already more than she was comfortable with. Still pulling back from their minds, she was sure to do it gently, making sure they returned to themselves without breaking. One by one, the robbers blinked, their bodies trembling as they realized they had been completely at her mercy.

“It’s over. Let’s get the hostages out.” She said, her voice low and measured.

Norman nodded weakly, his face pallid from exhaustion and fear. The rest of his crew did the same, too rattled to speak or move with Morgan’s mental touch still lingering in the back of their heads. It was subtle, but she retained them just enough to keep them docile while she signaled for assistance.

The police rushed in to take control of the scene, but Morgan stayed where she was, staring at Homelander with frigid intensity. The hostages were quickly ushered out, their sobs of relief echoing throughout the bank until they stepped into the open air. Morgan’s heart was pounding in her chest, but she maintained an air of composure.

Homelander watched for a moment but his gaze ultimately returned to her, a touch of something like unease crossing his face briefly. His smile turned into something more curious than cocky.

“Guess you didn’t need me after all,” he said with a forced chuckle. “That’s a neat little trick you had hiding up your sleeve.”

“We’re done here, Homelander.” She said, reigning in the urge to toss him across the room with her telekinesis.

His brows raised momentarily, then he nodded slowly. Homelander’s typical swagger returned as he strolled back toward the empty windowpane.

“Sure, of course. I’ll let you clean up here.” He paused, glancing back over his shoulder with a gleam in his eye. “Why don’t we have a chat about this later, though.”

With that, he took off, disappearing into the sky with a sonic boom.

As the echo of Homelander’s sonic boom faded, Morgan stood still for a moment, watching the sky where he had vanished. The weight of what had just happened pressed down on her, not because of the power she’d used—she had long since come to terms with that—but because of what it represented.

This is what Edgar wants me to manage.

The hostages were safe, the perpetrators were being loaded into the back of patrol cars, but Homelander had just proven that keeping him in check was going to be as exhausting as it was dangerous. His arrogance, his need to dominate every situation, would be a constant battle.

It was only the beginning. Her jaw tightened as she settled on that thought.

Motherfucker.

Song: Control by Halsey Author’s notes: I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was a fun one to write to further set the stage between Morgan and Homelander. Just as important, I had fun with the earlier scenes to help set the tone with some of the other members of the Seven too. I’m so excited to continue Morgan’s story and show you what I have in store for her. We’re just getting started folks!

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